The Fallen Warrior

by TheSingingSky

The Valkyrior are responsible for ferrying the dead to Valhalla. But when Brynhildr loses her powers, she finds herself on Midgard with an old friend and new ones. But a powerful enemy is coming after her, and she'll need the help of the Avengers and a certain silver-armed soldier to save herself. Bucky/OC (slow burn). Includes other Marvel appearances.

"The Universe contains everything and nothing. There is very little everything.

And more nothing that you can possible imagine."

- Terry Pratchet

When the universe first exploded into being, light and dust were scattered throughout the darkness of space. The two swirled together, forming galaxies and star clusters. In one little speck of this dance, suns and rocks spread themselves across the black cloth. They reached fingers and tendrils into space. But they still revolved in the same place, unable to unfold further. And this collection became known as Yggdrasil, the World Tree.

On one rock, centered in the mass of Yggdrasil, a curious thing occurred. Because, when the universe was created, dust and light were not the only things thrown into space. Special entities, forces of purre power, suddenly found themselves in an unfogiving situation. Each one was already eons old, and each had power beyond imagine.

And so, one being found itself on that rock in the World Tree. Power is not easily contained in one singularity, so the entity split itself into three creatures. They had the ability of foresight, the knowing of what is to come. They could see the races of beings that would rise and fall, the worlds created and destroyed. The knew of the nine realms that would live in this Yggdrasil that they landed in. And they knew the death that would fall on the realm that called itself eternal.

Eons passed. The three stayed in Yggdrasil, watching the Nine Realms born, just as they had predicted. And when the Realm Eternal, Asgard, won its first true king, they decided to visit the race that would die. The told the new king of this death that would befall his kingdom. The king was fearful, and he asked what he could do to stop this event. The three gave him a solution: a small collection of warriors, ones that would collect souls of the dead in a creation of an army to fight in this final battle. But they made one rule, their gold eyes glittering: they would be the ones to choose these warriors. Grateful for the warning, the king agreed. He created a place for these warriors and their army on a neighboring realm and named it Valhalla, the Hall of the Slain. He found his realm's best teachers and sent them to tutor the fighters. And he bestowed the greatest name he could give to these warriors.

Chosers of the Slain.

Riders of the Battlefield.

Collectors of the Souls.

The Valkryior.