NOTE: THIS IS NOT MYTHOLOGICALLY ACCURATE.

Inspired by: Lone_Writer611

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Once upon a time, in the dimly lit halls of Valhalla, where the symphony of valor and tapestry of honor are engraved, there resided a feminine figure. Radiating an aura of mystical and celestial power, she appeared heavenly, yet her head hung down sadly.

Adorned in midnight blue armor, embroidered with sections of teal and golden accents, the detailed design and refined exterior coating embodied its craftsmanship. The helmet, a quintessential piece, featured appendages of sublime teal wings seamlessly flowing into the headdress, symbolizing the ability to soar to new heights.

Her eyes, akin to precious glistening rubies, pierced through the surrounding darkness. Enchanted by a vermillion hue, they emitted an alluring fervor. Framed by thick lashes resembling wispy obsidian feathers, her mesmerizing gaze conveyed her formidable strength and countless tales engraved upon her heart.

Flowing tresses of amalgam bluish-gray hair, flickering with a touch of silver, cascaded down her back, reminiscent of the frigid winter sky. As she walked with elegance and grace, her glossy hair swayed, seemingly dancing to a mystical melody.

Brynhildr, the renowned leader of the Valkyries, bore this ethereal beauty and possessed unparalleled warrior skills. She embodied the divine savior and epitomized bravery in the eyes of all. However, hidden beneath her outstanding reputation, Brynhildr carried a secret burden that had weighed upon her heart for millennia. This secret remained absent from all mythical books and Norse mythology tales.

Fate, in its playful nature, defied the rules of the gods as Brynhildr found herself entangled in a forbidden love affair with a mortal man. Such relationships were considered taboo, and their passionate affection crossed the boundaries laid before them, resulting in something exceptional — a child.

Determined to protect the truth of her unconventional lineage, Brynhildr hid the existence of her child in an isolated corner of the celestial domain, praying that no one, especially the gods she could not oppose, would discover her offspring. By doing so, she hoped to avoid damaging her reputation as a maiden Valkyrie and failing in her sacred duties. However, her actions only fueled guilt and self-perceived sinfulness.

Yet, Brynhildr underestimated the prying powers of the gods, who managed to uncover the secret she desperately sought to hide. In a cruel display of punishment, they mercilessly eradicated the life of her beloved son.

The pain and sorrow that consumed Brynhildr were unspeakable, causing her to fall into the bottomless depths of despair. Although she remained a Valkyrie, as her talent would be wasted otherwise, her position as the leader was stripped away, with Eir taking her place.

It felt as though fulfilling her duty held no meaning anymore, and slowly, her sense of purpose faded away.

How mistaken she was.

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Another millennium has passed, and the Earth, home to humans, has entered modernity. The spirits and deities of the celestial world have grown bored of their immortal existence and have decided to spice things up. Inhabiting the spinning toys of children, they grant power to those who can resonate with them. It is a strange and amusing idea.

Brynhildr is one such spirit, although she doesn't exactly know how she found herself in this situation. Perhaps it was for the sake of the plot, but she ignores it since she no longer cares. She now inhabits a right attack-type sky-blue Beyblade called Victory Valkyrie.

She vividly remembers a man named Kento Aoi purchasing her from a market, intending to give her as a Christmas gift to his son. At first, Valkyrie wasn't interested, but everything changed when she met the child.

The child's name was Valt Aoi. Something about this boy caused Brynhildr's heart to skip a beat, and tears welled up in her eyes. It felt as though a small part of her dearest child had been intertwined with this little human. It was unbelievable, how fate loved to play with her.

The female warrior continued to observe the child. Valt was cheerful but clumsy, kind but overly innocent, and pure-hearted yet somewhat foolish. All these traits of the boy were adored by Valkyrie. For some reason, she had a voice in the back of her head urging her to guide and care for this child. And so she did.

Valt was unknowingly forming a bond with her through their conversations, a pure heart yearning to connect with a broken heart. Valkyrie accepted it willingly, eager to let her heart love once again. She felt as though she had found a new purpose and hope in life.

Brynhildr made it a habit to sing lullabies to Valt, helping him sleep comfortably and dream of beautiful things. Unbeknownst to her, her songs were enchanted with her power, resulting in his deep slumber and frequent laziness in the mornings as he ignored his loud alarm clock. Oops.

Every moment with Valt was filled with excitement. As the days went by, she continued to guide the child, believing in his potential to achieve great things. She was proud of how far he had come, from a beginner struggling to launch properly to a legendary blader who inspired the world.

One day, while Valt was peacefully sleeping on the sofa, exhausted from intense training and numerous errands, Valkyrie couldn't help but feel sorry for the child. Using her power, she appeared behind him in her human form, grabbed a nearby blanket, and gently covered him. Upon patting his head softly, Valt emitted a pleased hum, which made Valkyrie chuckle at his cuteness.

However, what she failed to notice was a pair of intrigued purple eyes that had observed the whole scene.

It was Chiharu, Valt's mother. At first, Brynhildr panicked, unsure of what to do. But before her thoughts could spiral further, Chiharu's soft giggle brought confusion to Valkyrie.

Chiharu smiled warmly, her eyes radiating gratitude that left Brynhildr even more confused.

"I know that's you, Valkyrie. I just wanted to let you know how thankful I am that you watch over my child and guide him to become the remarkable person he is today," Chiharu said, her words filled with sincere gratitude.

A majestic smile spread across Brynhildr's face, her eyes now shining with unspeakable euphoria.

"You're welcome."

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HEADCANON 03: VALKYRIE WAS A MOTHER