[img]http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/4483f7a0d6e6193c7c1b81faab91dcee/http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n241/ainotenchi29/angel.jpg[/img] [i]"V is for Vanity."[/i] “Amora. I've heard that name somewhere before.” Victoria muttered underneath her breath as she pondered the whole situation at hand. Her SHIELD agent investigative instincts kicking in. [i]'Why is he staring at me like that?'[/i] She wondered and tried not to make eye contact with Loki. Something about him made her want to hug him desperately as if she had missed him all of her life, yet punch him at the same time, or possibly tear his limbs off. Deep inside of her, dark thoughts and emotions quickly rose to the surface. Reminiscent of a time of extreme hardship and grief, someone she didn't want to be. A conflict of emotions she didn't understand. Amora called her Sigyn – could this be connected to Loki? SHIELD might hold more answers. But this enchantress...she needed to track her down and get answers from her as well. She tried to kill her parents and this was not to be tolerated by the Valkyrie's own sense of justice. For now, her priority was to protect Lord Doom at all cost. She acknowledged her ward with a nod of the head, her unmoved winged silver circlet firmly held in place around her dark curly locks. “Of course, Lord Doom. We shall make haste to your Embassy at once.” Sheathing her sword into her belted guard, she then looked around for any more possible threats. She had to be cautious on leaving the grounds. As she escorted Doom from the mansion gate border, she couldn't help but turn around and look at the God of Mischief once more. Her eyes narrow upon his sight. Watching him remove rubble like it was nothing. He had strength. Similar to that of hers. And that feeling of familiarity around him? She would need to get to the bottom of it. He could be a potential enemy to these Earthlings, of which she was considering that she was not one of those anymore. But then WHAT was she? Asgardian? Magic? Amora called her a Goddess. Victoria Parrington, daughter to mortals? A Goddess? Hardly likely. However the reality, she knew that deep down she could not trust this Loki character...but something in her wanted to believe she could. He didn't seem threatening or malicious. Perhaps there was only one out there who could convince her that Loki was bad news and reveal the truth. Putting it to the back of her mind for now, she proceeds to escort Doom to a private black car with black tinted windows so that nobody could see who it was inside. “If you would stay inside the car at all times please My Lord, I'll escort you from the air.” Her wings spread and with one flap she propels herself skyward and remains at a hover until the car started to move. There she could monitor traffic and any incoming threat she could immediately deal with, armed and dangerous. Natalia taught her instincts well. And FalCap America taught her to fly with supreme confidence. It was the only thing that truly brought her any joy anymore after all that had changed. --- A few months ago: A nervous Victoria stood on top of the SHIELD HQ building, one foot leaning slightly over the edge. She holds one leg over the side and reaches out slowly towards Sam, her wings were extended. She suddenly retracts and jumps back onto the building's flat surface. “No I cant do this! I'm going to fall!” But Captain America, her mentor and leader, told her that he would never let her fall. She trusted him. He held out a gloved hand toward her with a smile that she knew was genuine. He wouldn't lie to her. And she trusted her instinct, she took his hand and he gently lead her to the edge, he steps off and she follows suit. She expected to drop and she was scared, her eyes closed tightly shut. Upon opening them, she found herself hovering in the air. Her magical wings were flapping away, keeping her in the air. All of her fears suddenly dissipated into nothing and she let out the most joyous laugh. She hugged Sam in the air. She couldn't believe it. The power of flight was indeed a freeing occasion. And the two would have many flight sessions to help her gain control of her wings and agility. She would be forever thankful to the man who brought her the enjoyment of flight. Although, she could do it unaided, she'd still prefer to have that flying companion by her side. Someone who could share that same sense of joy that nobody else could feel. Nowadays, she would find herself flying alone. She just hoped that Cap was alright out there in the Savage Lands. She didn't want to lose a good friend.