Post by valkryie on Aug 10, 2009 19:49:17 GMT -5
[[Continued from here ]]
---Roughly an hour later---
Hjordis stood in her room after quite suddenly reappearing, hands fisted tight and a fine trembling running through her entire body. She had not explained the reasons for her presence in Midgard to anyone so she could not fault Captain America for sending her to Asgard, but that did not help temper the edge of the onslaught of emotions ripping through her.
Fury, longing, frustration, and grief bombarded her and it took all her strength not to unleash them on the furniture in her room. However temporarily better it would make her feel to smash something with her bare hands, it would do nothing to solve the problem of The Hood and would only end up with her devoid of furniture.
In that moment, she would have happily wrung The Hood’s neck and enjoyed seeing his deathglow rage bright, so she closed her eyes and simply breathed.
It took ten minutes before the trembling in her arms and legs subsided and when her fists relaxed, there were red crescents pressed into her palms from her nails, short as they were. Only then did she open them and move toward her chair, strapping on her sword with quick, defiant motions. She’d felt naked without it and Thor’s mention of its absence had hit home painfully no matter how necessary it had been.
It was pure happenstance that she looked in the mirror before she left her room and the sight of tears only fueled her need for vengeance. Angrily she swiped at her cheeks with her hands and, when nothing of them remained but a faint redness in her eyes, she stalked out of her room and slammed the door closed.
The threshold cracked under the force but she didn’t notice or care as she made her way back to the Situation room to report to Captain America that she had failed.
---Roughly an hour later---
Hjordis stood in her room after quite suddenly reappearing, hands fisted tight and a fine trembling running through her entire body. She had not explained the reasons for her presence in Midgard to anyone so she could not fault Captain America for sending her to Asgard, but that did not help temper the edge of the onslaught of emotions ripping through her.
Fury, longing, frustration, and grief bombarded her and it took all her strength not to unleash them on the furniture in her room. However temporarily better it would make her feel to smash something with her bare hands, it would do nothing to solve the problem of The Hood and would only end up with her devoid of furniture.
In that moment, she would have happily wrung The Hood’s neck and enjoyed seeing his deathglow rage bright, so she closed her eyes and simply breathed.
It took ten minutes before the trembling in her arms and legs subsided and when her fists relaxed, there were red crescents pressed into her palms from her nails, short as they were. Only then did she open them and move toward her chair, strapping on her sword with quick, defiant motions. She’d felt naked without it and Thor’s mention of its absence had hit home painfully no matter how necessary it had been.
It was pure happenstance that she looked in the mirror before she left her room and the sight of tears only fueled her need for vengeance. Angrily she swiped at her cheeks with her hands and, when nothing of them remained but a faint redness in her eyes, she stalked out of her room and slammed the door closed.
The threshold cracked under the force but she didn’t notice or care as she made her way back to the Situation room to report to Captain America that she had failed.