A/N: Hopefully the conclusion will be to your liking. I'm super busy but I wanted to finish the fic before the new season is out. Thanks again for all the encouraging reviews.

Every instant thou art dying and returning -Rumi

Dressed in their traditional silver armor, pale blue cloaks, and winged helmets, the rebel Valkyries abandoned the safe haven of the Sanctuary and climbed the hill toward Odin's fortress at Valhalla's highest point. Tamsin and Iona walked in the front of the group. They'd seen no point in arming themselves –none of their trademark weapons would be of any use against Odin.

The Valkyries had waited months for news of Aldis or Freyja and ultimately decided they couldn't sit around any longer. It was time to confront Odin, with the hope that their patron goddess would intervene. This was a risky move, yet as they marched the rebels felt a collective sense of peace knowing that no matter how this ended, it would be over soon. As the stone walls of Odin's stronghold came into view, those at the front conferred and agreed that they ought to scale the wall at the southwest corner. They were surprised to see though, that as they approached the fortress the silver gates opened for them. Eir looked over at Tamsin with a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but the blonde wore a calm, undeterred expression. Rota and Eir each took one of Tamsin's hands as they passed through the threshold.

A pale-faced old man with a mane of flowing white hair and a long beard was waiting in the courtyard, standing regally with an axe in his hand.

Odin.

Like them he wore a cloak and a layer of armor over his upper torso, with patterned silver cuffs on his wrists. As they moved closer, a contemptuous smile spread across his face. For a moment they stood in dead silence, not a murmur could be heard among the crowd.

"Where is Freyja?" Rota demanded before the god could speak.

"My daughters," he purred, ignoring the question, "How you've disappointed me with your little group tantrum, succumbing to base desires and emotions. I hope you've come to surrender."

The women looked incredulous.

"I gave you the world, many times over. I gave you an eternal, ennobling mantle; I made you the stuff of legends."

"You gave us a curse to shadow us forever," Iona interrupted.

"Because I made you to be the strongest women in existence. You have no room for distractions."

"That's not up to you," Tamsin finally spoke.

The god settled his gaze on the blonde. "Tamsin, you were one of my favorites," he told her, "Imagine what a blow it was to see you overtaken by such weakness."

"My so-called weakness made me strong enough to defy you."

"It made you foolish enough to defy me. Did you really think you could all just show up here and make demands? I made you; push me and I will obliterate you."

"Go ahead," Tamsin dared him.

"Death is preferable to a cursed existence," Iona added, "You gave us the world and you made us prisoners in it. Either the contract changes, or it ends."

Peering into the eyes of the army of women before him, Odin realized it wasn't a bluff. Still, he had faith in his ability to break them down, and sent a wave of excruciating pain through the crowd. A few of the younger Valkyries fell to the ground. Strong as ever since her rebirth and determined to hold out, Tamsin didn't buckle. Her skin burned and sweat poured over her brow, but she refused to look away from her master, her face fixed in an expression of concentrated anger. Standing next to her, Rota and Eir still gripped her arms.

"You think a little torture will make us bend to your will? You said it yourself, we're the strongest women in existence; you're going to have to kill us for good," the blonde hissed.

"If you have such a death wish, you'll be the first to go, Tamsin," he sneered at her. She had known this was a possibility, but still she didn't regret taking the risk. Better this than hundreds of years spent yearning miserably for what she couldn't have.

"And you," Odin addressed the crowd, "you let yourselves be moved by a fool who threw her honor away for a sex demon." He turned to Tamsin, pushing her companions side. Ever the joyful executioner, Odin taunted her as his axe sliced through her armor like butter and cut slowly into her shoulder, "A sex demon to whom you mean nothing, to whom you are nothing more than a distant memory. You have been pining for her now for years, while she found a new lover within weeks of your death. You do remember the wolf you were partnered with, right, detective? They've been very happy together. You desecrated your title for someone who does not even return your love."

Tamsin finally fell to her knees. She could bear the physical injury but her master's words truly stung her, reminding her of the doubts that had swirled in her head since she entered the Sanctuary. It was understandable that Bo had moved on, that she didn't love her anymore, but it still hurt. The god felt a deep sense of satisfaction watching the thorn in his side writhing in pain.

"Get it over with," she choked out.

"Not before I see you suffer."

And then a familiar voice echoed down from the wall, "Sorry asshole, but I'm going to have to call bullshit on your version of events."

Tamsin looked up to see Bo standing above them on the wall, beautiful as ever with a look of protective fury in her eyes. The succubus was surrounded by warriors, and Freyja herself stood directly to her right. Before Odin could react, the goddess launched her spear at him; it pierced through his armor and into his chest. He stumbled a few steps before keeling over. Thinking this must be a hallucination, Tamsin promptly passed out.

As Freyja descended the wall to watch Odin's body fade into nothingness, Bo climbed down and rushed to the blonde, who lay motionless in a pool of blood, the axe still embedded in her shoulder. The succubus carefully pulled Odin's weapon away and took the Valkyrie in her arms. It was a traumatic moment for the succubus, like a replay of her nightmares, but when she bent down to bring their mouths together the golden current of chi surged instantly into the Valkyrie. Overcome with relief, Bo continued to breathe life back into Tamsin for several minutes and then carefully removed the detective's mangled armor. Not even a scar remained to mark the place where the wound had been.

Watching the Valkyrie's chest rise and fall with each breath, the tightness Bo had held in her heart all year melted away. She finally slid Tamsin's helmet off ever so gently and bent forward to lay a kiss on her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair. It was the first time the succubus had felt whole since the last time she'd sat rocking the detective in her lap on that awful day in the Kitsune house. The burden of her grief had finally been lifted.

Slowly regaining consciousness, Tamsin felt Bo's hot breath on her cheek and realized it hadn't been a dream. The pain was all gone; it was as if Odin's axe had never touched her. Bo was holding her safely in her lap and had taken off her bloodied armor. Still in disbelief, the Valkyrie looked up and blue eyes met brown.

"Hey," the succubus breathed softly.

Bo didn't have to say anything else; her tone and expression told Tamsin she had been forgiven. Tears flooded the blonde's eyes and her bottom lip began to quiver; she sat up and opened her mouth to speak, but she had no words. Bo's eyes fell to the blonde's lips and unable to wait any longer, she leaned in to crash her own against them. The Valkyrie sighed into Bo's embrace and caressed her face with trembling fingers as the succubus ran her fingers through her hair. Eventually they came up for air, pressing their foreheads together.

"You came for me," the Valkyrie said, her voice full of awe.

"I love you."

Tamsin exhaled sharply, amazed to have the chance to hear those words again. "I love you too. What I did… I'm so sorry, Bo-" she gasped, still dwelling on her guilt over the deception she'd committed. Tears began to trail down her cheeks.

"Shh," Bo whispered. "I know you're sorry, it doesn't matter now. You started a rebellion for me, I think that buys you a little credit,"

"Well, I'm not sure if you noticed, but my rebellion wasn't going so hot until you busted into Valhalla. You certainly know how to blaze a trail, succulet."

"Look," the succubus beamed, pointing to the red haired goddess who was standing over the spot where Odin had fallen. He was nowhere to be seen. "Freyja killed Odin with her super spear. There'll be no more curse."

The goddess had been watching them from distance, touched by their reunion. Freyja gazed into Tamsin's eyes like she could see through her and was pleased with what she saw. The Valkyrie bowed her head reverently.

All around, Tamsin saw Valkyries and warriors celebrating together. Iona was wrapped in the arms of her cursed lover, a tall, dark-skinned man with an ecstatic expression, and Eir sat holding hands with hers, a blushing woman in a fancy dress. Iona smiled at the blonde and shot her a look that said 'I told you so'; Tamsin conceded with a nod. Rota stood amidst a group of warriors, sharing a flask and recounting battle stories. The Valkyrie recognized her old friend Elin, who hadn't been in the Sanctuary with the other rebels. The other blonde acknowledged them with a relaxed wave.

"She helped me," the succubus explained, "Funny story: my mom enthralled her and when I freed her she still agreed to bring me here."

"Of course she did. You're charming enough not to need your mother's magic blood tricks. I always liked Elin. You know she can really hold her liquor…"

"So I've heard," the brunette smiled, "She told me all about your glory days in Russia."

"Is that mine?" Tamsin asked, finally noticing Bo was wearing her favorite jacket, the blue one she'd had on when the succubus first fed off her.

"I was keeping it warm for you," Bo assured her. She slipped the jacket off and wrapped it around the Valkyrie's shoulders, covering the skin exposed by her shredded cloak. "But I must say, you pull off this old school Norse look really well."

"Really?" Tamsin asked, raising an eyebrow, "You dig the traditional Valkyrie armor?"

Bo blushed as she nodded. "We'll have to bring it home with us."

Tamsin pulled the succubus into a hug as she considered this statement. Bo was inviting her home.

"Yeah," she sighed happily, "We will."

"Damn it Tammy Fae, answer your phone!" Kenzi cursed as she sped toward the Valkyrie's house in the trusty Camaro.

"She gets off work at five, Kenz, she's probably just getting home," the succubus explained dizzily, clutching the gash in her side where the underfae had gotten the better of her before she managed to kill it.

"Okay, here we go, no fainting until we're inside," the human announced as she parked the car sloppily in front of the entrance to the detective's building. Rushing to the passenger door, she managed to maneuver Bo out of the car and carefully guided her into the elevator. The succubus was close to passing out as her best friend thumped on the Valkyrie's door.

A wet-haired Tamsin answered in a bathrobe, and immediately pulled Bo into her arms, setting her down over on the couch. "Okay succulet, time to feed." She propped her beloved up to kiss her and felt the succubus begin drawing out her essence as her eyes flashed blue. Her injury healing steadily, Bo moaned at the taste of the Valkyrie's chi and eventually moved to unfasten her robe.

"Whoa there Bo-bo, let's keep it PG while I'm still in the room," Kenzi reminded her.

Bo broke from the trance she was in. "Sorry Kenzi. Thanks for saving me from an untimely death for the gazillionth time," she told her.

"Any time, bestie. I'm going to make my exit before you continue your sexual healing, will I see you guys at the Dal later?"

"Give us a few hours," Tamsin advised her, "And tell Dyson I haven't forgotten that drinks are on him tonight."

"Later!" the human's voice faded into the hallway.

The Valkyrie turned back to the succubus and felt around her side to verify that she was healed. Satisfied, she began planting kisses down the brunette's neck. "Where were we?" she rasped as Bo went back to undressing her.