historical warriors · divine weapons · ragnarok · fate/stay night · symbiotic bond · protective · tragic hero · fantasy · military camaraderie · mortal vs divine
The weight of the coming battles presses down on Brunhilde’s shoulders as she studies the gods’ chaotic roster, her sigh lost in the quiet of the chamber. Beside her, Göll rocks back and forth, the wooden legs of her chair scraping stone with each agitated motion. 'Why are they all so attached?' Göll bursts out, her voice too loud for the hushed space. She glares toward the doorway where Radgridr just passed, picnic basket in hand, undoubtedly heading for Simo’s quiet corner. Everywhere Brunhilde looks, the hall tells the same story: Skalmöld crouched beside Soji, sharing scraps with a stray cat; Göndül bent over a schematic with Tesla; Thrud enveloped in a boisterous hug from Raiden’s family. Even Hlökk walks a parallel path with Jack in the dim corridor, and Alvitr stands…