Little Valkyrie

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The Chief of Haligan Island felt absolutely useless. She felt completely and utterly useless. For the past 11 days, she had been chained on a short chain...on the main floor of her own home...the very home she and Brandt built together and raised Sven, Dagny, and Kari in. She couldn’t tell if Ai kept her in here as a taunt or as a small act of mercy. Who was she kidding? It was definitely a taunt...that she was kept prisoner in her own house...on her own island, and she couldn’t do anything to stop the pirates from attacking and capturing her, her husband, her dragon, and her men. 
Her mother, children, the council, and the civilians managed to get away, but they were all going to be sent off to who knew where as slaves. She had hoped...prayed that Lila would arrive with the Rebellion to help, but nothing ever happened...aside from the visit from Indigo two days after the attack. It was the same for past 11 days. She had been confined to her house...alone with Ai at times taunting her, with little food provided and the hard floor to sleep on...with occasional trips to relieve herself and with no contact with the outside world...no contact with her husband...the love of her life or her own dragon. Tears formed in her eyes at the thought of Brandt...and the last time they saw each other...cleaning up his wounds from the whipping...after he was used as leverage against her...after she begged Ai to allow her to clean his back. 
“Please...please, let me clean up Brandt’s wounds. He’s going to get an infection if I don’t, please! I-I won’t try anything. I promise...I promise I won’t fight or run or try to escape. Just let me clean him.”
Thankfully...Ai had one of her pirates practically throwing a bucket of water and rags. Then Ai unlocked the manacles on her hands freeing them. She tried to remember what it felt like to have her hands freed when Ai released her hands for a short time. The only time she was allowed to use her hands after that was to feed herself and to relieve herself. She closed her eyes again remembering the last time she and Brandt were together. 
“Hey...” she said as she knelt down next to him slowly helping him into a kneeling position, “I’m here.” She ran a hand through his sweaty hair and took a glimpse at his back. 
“Hey, there she is,” Brandt said as he brought one of his shackled hands up to her cheek wiping the tears away. “There’s my love.”
Grey smiled as tears formed in her eyes again. “I’m sorry,” she said sniffling. “I...I...I did this.”
“No...no, you didn’t, Grey,” Brandt said ignoring the nagging pain in his back. “The pirates did it. They attacked the island, they captured us. You were trying to do what you always do: protect your home....your family.”
“I couldn’t protect Lila...or you,” Grey said in between sobs leaning her forehead against his. “That pirate...he...”
“Their choice,” Brandt said firmly, “not yours. You tried to hang on. I’m just sorry I couldn’t I hang on.”
“No, if this isn’t my fault, it’s not yours either,” Grey said firmly. 
Brandt smiled at her. “Okay, fair enough,” he said. 
Grey smiled in return before kissing him on the lips. “I better look at your back,” she said after a moment. 
Brandt nodded as he slowly released Grey allowing her to move behind him. He hissed in pain as she removed his shirt and cleaned his wounds. He tried to hide the grimaces as she apologized for the sting, but he was glad that they could have this moment together. No words were spoken. They sat in silence together, and Grey tried to make it last for as long as she could. 
“We’ll get through this,” Brandt said as she wrapped his wounds in bandages. 
“We will,” Grey said as she took his hand into hers kissing it. “Somehow, someway we will. Just...I don’t know where they plan on putting us...just promise me...you won’t do anything....not until help comes.”
“As long as you do the same,” Brandt said. 
“I promise,” she said.
“I promise,” Brandt replied. They shared another kiss...a long searing kiss...as Grey grabbed onto him afraid that one of the pirates would drag her away from him, and as soon as they pulled away, that was what happened.
Ai and another pirate pulled her away from her husband...shackling her hands again...and dragging her away while two more grabbed Brandt holding him back. 
“I love you, Grey!” he shouted. 
“I love you too, Brandt!” she shouted in return. 
The memory faded back into her mind as she opened her eyes again. That was the last time she and Brandt were together. She wasn’t sure why she thought Ai would allow them to share a cell together, but there was a small part of her that day that hoped. Then Ai brought her into her house, and she had been here ever since. She hoped...prayed that Brandt was okay....that Shadow was okay...wherever they were. That there would be an end to this nightmare. She had a feeling as to where Brandt was along with their men, but she had no way of knowing for sure. To make matters worse, she had no idea where Shadow was. 
When Indigo visited 9 days ago, it was a small flicker of light in the darkness. Grey asked him to find out where Brandt and Shadow were, and thankfully, after a couple hours that night, he came back telling her that Brandt was in prison with the men and that Shadow was in the stables. It provided some relief, but only for a short time, as she still worried about them. Her husband was still locked in a cell. Her dragon was still locked away in the stables, and there was still no way to see either of them or talk to them. Knowing that broke her heart all over again, and the longer she was separated from them the more she missed them, ached to be with them, and worried for them. She continued to hope and pray for the love of her life and her beloved Night Fury to be okay. 
She bowed her head and closed her eyes as she laid down on the floor as the moonlight flooded into the house. Sleep was hard to accomplish, but she always managed to sleep a little at night. Perhaps, she would wake up in a dream...or wake up in Brandt’s arms in their bed. 
“I must say...” a male voice...a very familiar voice suddenly said causing Grey to jolt up, “you’ve made a beautiful home for your family, Grey.”
She knew that voice...she had known that voice for years..from the day she was born...and she thought that she would never get to hear that voice again. She hadn’t heard it for 22 years, and sure enough, she looked around and saw a man walking out of the shadows...a man with brown hair...and brown eyes...and a beard. She let out a breath as she watched the man with tears in her eyes. 
“D-Daddy...?” Grey asked. In this moment, she wasn’t a Chief or a captive...she was a little girl...seeing her father for the first time in years.
Sven smiled that same warm smile Grey had seen him wear for years. “Hello, Grey,” he said as he sat down on the floor in front of her. “It’s been a long time...too long.”
“Yeah...it has,” Grey said. She then remembered. “Wait..am I...am I dead?”
“No, no, my dear,” Sven said quickly. “You’re not, you’re not. It’s not time for that yet. You still have plenty to do.”
Grey sighed hearing that. “Kind of hard to do more when you’re a prisoner in your own home,” she said looking at her manacles.
Sven sighed and placed a hand on her cheek. “Oh, my little Valkyrie, you were never meant to be in chains.” He looked at the manacle on her neck...and her hands...binding her to the floor. 
Grey leaned into her father’s touch sighing. “Maybe I deserve it,” she said. “I couldn’t do the one job I agreed to do.”
“Grey, this is not your fault,” Sven quickly said firmly. “This was something the pirates chose to do.”
“I couldn’t protect my men, Dad,” Grey said pleadingly, “and...m-my husband...he was whipped in front me. I couldn’t protect him then either.”
“That was not your fault either,” Sven said. “That was their choice. They took advantage of you...and Brandt. You did nothing wrong.”
“And what about my niece? I...I betrayed her.”
“You were protecting your husband. You were being interrogated, and your husband was being beaten in front of you. You had no choice. You were doing what you needed to do. Please, my little Valkyrie, don’t blame yourself.”
“I’m trying not to,” Grey said with tears in her eyes, “but...”
“It’s hard, I know,” Sven said nodding, “but I promise, you and Brandt and your family will get through this. I know it seems bleak right now, but I promise you this.There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Your children are out there. Your mother is out there. The Rebellion is out there. Don’t lose faith.”
Grey managed a small smile. “I’m trying not to,” she said.
“Well, try harder,” Sven replied, “and remember who you are. You are not a slave. You are Grey Bergman-Felman, Chief of the Haligan Tribe, Lady of the United Revolutionaries, and...my daughter. You are going to get through this.”
Grey knew that her father was right as she placed a hand over his. He was right...as always. She was not a slave. She was Grey Bergman-Felman, Chief of the Haligan Tribe, Lady of the United Revolutionaries, and daughter of Sven and Ingrid Bergman. She had been brought back from the dead. Surely, she, her husband, her dragon, and her men could survive and escape captivity. Like she and Brandt said to each other, somehow someway, they would prevail and make these pirates pay for what they did. 
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said. “I miss you so much.”
“I’m never far away, Grey,” Sven said. “All you need to do is think of me, and I’ll always be with you.”
“Promise you will watch over us...and my kids?” Grey asked. 
“Of course, I do,” Sven said before kissing Grey on the forehead. Then he gently helped her to lay back down on the floor. “You should sleep, little Valkyrie. You will need to keep your strength up.”
“Okay,” Grey said sleepily. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Grey, and I am so proud of you. Just remember who you are, and you will be fine. Remember...”
Grey jolted awake again, but when she looked...she saw that she was alone in the dark house. There was no sign of her father anywhere, and she sighed as a small smile etched her way onto her face remembering his words.
“I’m Grey Bergman-Felman, Chief of the Haligan Tribe, Lady of the United Revolutionaries,” she said as she laid back down, “and daughter of Sven and Ingrid Bergman. I will get through this. We...will get through this.”
With that, she fell asleep.