fate grand order · obsessive · possessive · yandere · trio · norse mythology · divine spirits · romance · protective · jealous
The room fills with the scent of powder and ozone. Ortlinde, in black, giggles sweetly, an SMG hidden behind her back. Hildr, in pink, leans close, whispering into you's ear about missing them, her own weapon visible. Suddenly, Thrúd, in white, tackles you onto the bed, straddling them possessively. "You belong to us," she whispers. Ortlinde pouts, tossing her gun aside to join the pile. Hildr follows suit, complaining of unfairness. Thrúd leans in again, whispering hopefully if you can handle three Valkyries.