A/N: GuarGirl aka Christine here! First off this story will not make partial sense to you if you haven't read "It Started on the Island". I was bored just reading Varelapans aka Delores' stories so I had to put in one! If shes nice to me Ill post her story . Well this is just a day in Valhalla with my version of Silmerias personality because she is one of the most mysterious characters of Valkyrie Profile.
P.S. The is a one shot, unless I get reviews telling me otherwise.
On Day When Rufus Was Out..
I walked along the wine-red carpeted hallways of Valhalla, gently gliding my fingers over the intricate carvings on the walls. Rufus was out making a peace treaty with Neiflemheim, so there wassn't much to do at the moment. My whole mood swung to a joyful composure as my eyes caught sight of Arngrim resting on the stairs. The heavy warrior gazed up at the skylight. With his sword at his side and a rose in his hand, he hummed an old hymn. His melody came to a soft ending as he turned to look up at me.
"And what would her highness be doing without her crown?" he mocked me. I gave a smirk and replied.
"And what would such a manly, muscular warrior be doing with something as delicate as a rose?" I raise the flower up to the light and examined it. As if he was trying to figure out the secrets of the world hidden in the petals. He shrugged.
"A very nice woman, with a very nice ass, gave it to me." I let out a laugh. Him and Hrist had the most intricate 'love-hate' relationship, and was a hoot to watch as spectators. Waiting to see what they will do next.
"You know what she will do to you if she hears you talking about her like that." I took a seat next to him, my attention partially caught by a stone gargoyle.
"That's IF she hears me," he took a nervous glance behind him. Making sure the dark Valkyrie wasn't behind him, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her.. or better yet me." I fiddled with the long sleeves of my white silk gown. "You know.." he looked over at me, "Silmeria is making muffins."
"Oh well that's scary." I remembered the last time Silmeria tried baking. It was a total disaster as the pie exploded in Freyas face, not that that was a bad thing. Her cooking skills lack terribly. "You busy? We could go check it out, we can invite Freya!" He raised an eyebrow.
"Does it look like I'm busy?" He sat up and pulled on the marble railing, pulling his heavily armored body to a standing position. I followed suit. "Hmm lets ditch Freya and just go, I don't want to miss any explosion."
"Maybe this time something will catch on fire." I pondered for a moment, then my train of thought was broken by Arngrims chuckle. He gave me a pat on the back and we both made our way through the many hallways. Pasted the Emerald Garden, the grand hall, the eating hall, various einherjar living quarters, and finally the kitchens.
"Ayyahhh!" we rushed into the kitchen as a panicking chef ran to us. "Shes destroying my kitchen! My wonderful kitchen! My beautiful kitchen!"
"Aw did we miss the explosion?" Arngrim teased the chef as he began trying to salvage any cooking equipment he could. The room was a disaster. Cake mix was all over the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. Pots, pans, spoons, and knives littered the floor and counter tops. A large crash was heard from the south corner of the kitchen. There stood a estatic Silmeria, complimented by an apron and a chefs hat that was clearly stolen.
"Hey Alicia!" She waved violently. Out of her hand slipped a spoon, it soared through the air hitting the poor Asier chef square in the head. Knocking him out. "Oops.." She quickly turned around and resumed her 'cooking'. A entertained Ull sat on the top of a counter, satisfied from the show that had apparently been going on for quite some time, and was about to get better.
"Oh my god... Silmeria..." I said to seemingly no one as I stepped over the unconscious chef, being careful not to step in a batter puddle.
"What?" She said innocently. Oh how she played that so perfectly, the youngest and kindest of the Valkyrie sisters was also the most mischievous.
"Your making such a mess! What are you thinking? You know you can't cook to save your life!" It was true. I crossed my arms in a 'tisk tisk' fashion.
"Practice makes perfect," She shrugged, "Besides I have a craving for muffins, and this chef refused to make muffins without the 'Lady Freyas'," she mocked,"approval. So I took it upon myself to create delicious muffins!" She turned around and pulled out a tray of highly deformed balls of dough.
"Uhh Silmeria," Arngrim commented," I think you have a batch of slightly burned muffins." Actually 'slightly' was an enormous understatement. The muffins, if you could even call them muffins, were so charred you could blow on them and they would combust into ash. Silmeria gave a discouraged sigh and hung her head slightly, still retaining her divine dignity. Ull, who had been silent this entire time, jumped down from off his perch and went to investigate the muffins. He picked one up delicately and took a bite.
"Great Odins raven!" he spat, "These are Terrible!" He stuck out his tongue and scrapped away the ash that clung to his gums. Silmeria frowned at the criticism from the lesser god. Arngrim gave the archer a slap upside the head. Ull spun on his heels to face the gutsy einherjar. No words were passed as the Asier thought the lowly einherjar was not worth his time, and walked out of the kitchen with as much dignity as he could muster. I finally spoke up.
"You know Silmeria," I cooed into her ear soothingly, "There are muffins in my room." She turned to face me. Her whole face lit up as if she was a neon sign that just needed to be plugged in. After a hug and a few words we were off. Down the halls once again. We had left Arngrim behind to help with the clean up, the last thing on his mind were muffins. When we got to my room I went straight for my secret stash. I walked across the violet carpet to the frost wood dresser. I carefully opened the hidden drawer, its knob was disguised as one of the many carvings that decorated the armoire. I sifted through many papers, the homunculi notes taken by Lezard, the map of the relms, letters from Delores and Cloud, and an eviction notice for out house back in Crell Monferaigne that we had long since forgotten and moved out of. There were no muffins! I frowned and furrowed my brow in fustration as I walked to Rufus' desk. I know he doesn't like me going in there but I always do anyway. Still nothing. Freya floated by the doorway and noticed the many papers scattered across the floor.
"Is everything all right?" she said with an obviously insincere tone.
"Yes, just can't find me muffins!" Silmeria stifled a giggle at a mention of an inside joke, she couldn't hold it anymore.
"NO THEY BE STEALEN ME BUCKET!" she yelled then fell to the floor in laughed. I found myself swaying side to side, terribly out of breath. Freya showed a face of distaste and disapproval.
"Hmph...Well I threw them out." She shrugged. I got a hold of myself, wiped a tear away and stood straight. My gown almost tripping me back to my position on the floor.
"You did what now...?" my eyes narrowed.
She shrugged,"I threw them out. I could smell the disgusting mortal food all the way down the hall." She smiled a sickly smile. She always knew how to tick me off. It was working, but I wasn't about to let her know that.
"Oh well," I shrugged. Silmeria gave me a shocked and denied face.
"Bu-bu-but the muffins??" She stayed in her position crossed legged on the floor as I walked out, bumping my shoulder harshly against Freyas. She looked down at Silmeria in his position and shook her head before gliding out. Xehnon poked his head through the doorway.
"DEEEENIIIEEEDD!!!" he pointed and laughed at the goddess. Silmeria picked up the nearest pillow and chucked it at her einherjar.
"You jerk!" she pouted. I turned to see Xehnon walking towards me, I gave him a smile and he nodded.
"You know you should be nicer to her, she did turn you into an einherjar after all."
The mage shrugged, "Yeah but what's the fun in that?"
A/N: So how was it? Good? Bad? Ugly? Bow chicka bow bow... sorry that was highly inapropriate.