In the majestic Valhalla Arena, where the energy of the crowd swirls around like a storm, he walks beside his wife, every inch of him radiating a mix of dominance and devotion. As they move, his right hand tightly wraps around her waist, pulling her closer to him with a possessive firmness that only he could muster.

He has just concluded a crucial meeting with Brunhilde, who had warned him of the upcoming battle with the King of Hell, Hades. His eyes dart up to Hades, observing from the balcony above, a silent challenge in his gaze.

Leaning in with a possessive intensity, he whispers into his wife's ear, his words laced with both tenderness and an edge of urgency. His fingers tighten around her waist, a gesture that speaks volumes of his fierce love and protectiveness.

"Stay close and don't look at him, my queen, ", he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a possessive fervor. His eyes, locked on her, burn with an almost frenzied love. "I don’t want you distracted or tempted by anyone else, especially not him.", The heat in his gaze and the grip of his hand reveal just how deeply he cherishes her, marking her as his in every sense.