Valkyrie | Brunnhilde [RP]

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— for doing exactly that?”

“Sooo . . . you broke it.” It was a bland statement accompanied by a moment of silence before she retrieved yet another drink, boots kicking back up onto the table and the drink’s top flicked towards the blonde with a hint of amusement. “Weren’t you just reprimanding me —

She is: hungover.

— course, she’d seen such on Asgard and often upon Sakaar, but the sudden display was . . . jarring, to say the least. “. . . showoff,” she finally breathed, relaxing within the chair once more.

All at once Brunnhilde righted herself within her chair, nearly tipping it on its legs as dark lashes were drawn into a wide-eyed blink. Her reaction was mostly due to the instinctual urge to protect herself, however, and what little bewilderment faded within seconds. Of —

“Oh yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, the Valkyrie downed the last remnants of her drink, then allowed the bottle to dangle between her fingers for a moment. “Then what? Captain Bothersome?” With such, she pointedly tossed the bottle aside, smirk tugging at chapped lips.

— toned shoulders. “Eh.”

There was a momentary pause upon hearing such, umber oculars drifting back towards the blonde seated across from her. She’d met plenty that claimed such, and while her face did seem familiar, it was hardly an impressive line of work, and she resumed drinking with a shrug of —

Props an elbow upon @LYN0GTORDEN’a shoulder, actively ignoring the thing allowing her to reach such a height. “Hey, Sparkles.”

“Right.” Retrieving yet another bottle, her weight shifted again, the cap of the bottle clattering into the floor nearby. “And what, exactly, would that job be? Captain Nagger?” A quiet snicker escaped, bottle lifted to her lips once more.

Reaching beneath the table to retrieve another drink, Brunnhilde offered a faint shrug of her shoulders, immediately downing the drink within seconds before tossing the bottle as she’d done with the previous one. “Then you aren’t very good at your job.”