Why you should never dirty dance with a Valkyrie…
Chris' eyes flew open for what seemed like the thousandth time that evening as a wave of nausea swept over him yet again. This was so not cool.
His mind flicked back to Wyatt's birthday three months ago, it had been a party at P3. Oh the dancing! Chris had been training regularly in Valhalla since the start of the previous year and had become very close to his sparring partner. A Valkyrie named Kyra, beautiful, he'd asked her to come to the party and she'd consented. Sneaking out of Valhalla and the two of them had met up, dancing well into the night. Sneaking into the back room had been a first for the both of them.
Oh no.
Chris shook his head, they were only legends, Valkyries weren't a race that if you… you would… no. It was only a legend.
Then again, they once thought Excalibur was a legend.
Oh Fuck.