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The giant before her didn't care at all about trivial dreams. His cold grey eyes baring a scowl as he looked down at her from his massive size as he expelled a huff of icy breath amongst the warm air. She knew nothing.

"Dreams are for the mortals. I have goals."

Goals held more meaning. Promise he would obliterate the obstacles in front of him. His sharp teeth baring. Frost coating his armor despite the warmth of summer air as he studied her. She bored him. A woman of words. A woman of false promises. There was nothing she could offer that he would want. Unless she offered something truly incredible. The impossible.

"You are no fighter. Disappointing. I was hoping for a challenge. And yet all I've obtained was wasted time." And yet he had all the time in the world. With w sword capable of slicing through the material plane into other planes such as shadow fell and the fae wilds to the depths of the nine hells. He had freedom. But not revenge. Or true freedom to be a wolf. He huffed as grey eyes would look down to her.

"Speak She devil. What contract could you possibly tempt me with?"

"A woman with heat." His eyes narrowed deeply. "How much can you handle the cold..?"

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WHAT A CHARMING LITTLE FELLOW.

Truly the world was a delightful place, filled with all manners of issues and concerns, that needed solved. Not that all traditional means and ways have the answer for the problems presented, no matter how good you are, how talented you are, how much you want it as well, there is always going to be someone else out there, who was stronger, faster, more talented and overall just better than you in each and every single way possible, it was merely the nature of the world. Someone was always going to be better than you, someone was always going to come into your life and flaunt that and make your feel lesser and lesser about yourself and there was little to nothing that you can do about it.

“A woman of warmth.” As she placed her hand on her chest. “I can handle the cold just well, can you handle the fact that all you care about will be lost to you in time and your dream will not come true, because you lack the means to do it on your own.”

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"I don't die. Hel holds my soul. I am one to return there when death takes me, wench!" He snarled. The ice on his armor spread with his rage. Anger through ice. No honor. Locked in place. He refused it as the tare vanished. Looking up at her as his massive size lifted a bolder as if it was nothing.

Lobbing it at her with the intent to ground her." Odin's anguish is what I desire. I will kill everyone. Everything!" He wasn't smart. He was a wolf first and a giant last. He picked up on talking by stalking people. Hearing spirits speak. Trapped in his wolf form he grew smart enough to comprehend speech. And thus he took the form of a giant. His size was tall. Overbearingly tall. To him. She was nothing.

"You get locked away for merely existing. Tied down to one spot for so long. See how good that feels!" The aura of ice spread like a wild fire. Trees freeze and die beneath his harsh touch. The grass no different. He was physically destroying the ecosystem without trying. He hated them. Everything connected to Odin. He wanted this overgrown chicken dead.

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"Do you not hate Odin?" She kept out of his reach, intention listless. Curious. Sharp. She kept her wings furled, appearing as a woman; giving him no more flesh for his imagination to feast on. No more bones to whet his appetite.

The heat of Muspelheim moved her hair, its breath making everything shake. Brunnhilde was steady in the face of the fire, in the face of the heat and against the brunt of his power. Her hands remained bare.

"If I kill you, I would take you to Valhalla. I do not think you would like it there; it is full of Aesir. Aesir who cannot yet be killed; who would feast upon you in return." A pause. Lingering. Watching. "And... if you kill me; Odin would be very upset. You would lose regardless of who wins this fight."

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Cold souless eyes narrowed as he bore teeth like a rabid dog as he spoke. Icy breath freezing the air around him as words clad with hatred bore his honesty. He hated everything involving Aesir. Forced to be bound to the spot.

"Death has no hold on me! You know nothing of dying over and over." He hissed in disgust her words.

"I will bring your head to Odin. Chewed on. Bones used like a fucking toothpick." Blood coated his face from his most recent kill. His great sword shining as he raised it and slammed it upon the ground as a large shining rift to another world shown through as the fires of Muspelheim erupted from the ground shooting towards her." Try to kill me. I would be impressed if you did!"

"Disgusting bird. You should be kissing Odin's feet. And yet you approached me!" His nose flailed with rage." Lift your sword! I'm not wasting words upon you!"

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Storm clad eyes watch as empty hands remain empty. The Valkyrie opens both palms to the voice, to the teeth, to the snarling.

"But if I lift my sword, pup - you will die."

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"Death death. It writhes and wriggles in my mind like a worm! Aesir! You will suffer! Odin! Damn you!"

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As much as he had the horns and mask to share his strength and status among his own men. Didn't mean his strength and status was anywhere close to impressing Garm. His souless grey eyes almost giving off the appearance he was blind. Standing at seven foot two. Big or small Garm believed himself to be strong and only thoes who beat him he could have respect for. His large greatsword bearing runes that began to glow brightly as he raised it and pointed it towards him.

"If you have strength pup. Prove it to me. Less you to become my next meal. I've beaten the gods themselves. I'd be impressed if a mere mortal such as yourself could beat me." He snarled with a rather manically excited smile.

"Share your strength. You hold back and I'll gladly kill you!"

"I may be souless. But I know a weakling when I see one. Pup."

“Eh? Are you talking to me! Just who do you think you are calling a weakling and a pup! Are you looking for a one way ticket out of Wano, cause I’ll launch my foot up your backside and send you packing!”

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He was massive. Standing at seven foot two. Thick wolf like armor coating his body that held inscriptions of wolves upon the chestplate and the shoulder pads. His eyes souless and grey as breaths of cold air escaped his lips. As if he was a cold thing sitting amidst a hot room.

The thing that would also catch ones attention was the massive greatsword with runic engravings in some unreadable language that shimmered a deathly cold.

Covered in blood from a previous slaughter the boots left a trail of icy footprints leading straight to him." Time is a waste in itself!" He snarled with a strange accent. Teeth sharp like wolves teeth. Brandishing his sword he effortlessly pointed it at the smaller male with a sharp grin." Tare the throat and rip the flesh. I'm hungry. If not you I devour then perhaps a nice elk.." he mostly muttered to himself. Salivating at the thought of eating. Food. It was delicious to him. Not just any food but raw meat. But also a worthy fight. A great warrior to best him and no one in the nine realms could really best him. Heimdall, not Odin. Not Tyr. But he had Hope's for this man. He didnt smell human or of Aesir. It was a tainted smell that made his nose burn slightly and it annoyed him.

"You smell of death and blood." He licked his chops. With grey eyes it was hard to tell if he was looking at him he appeared blind. But was fully capable of seeing.

"Bare your fangs. Show this old wolf what you're capable of!"

“I think not. I don’t have time, to waste on the likes of you. It would be pointless anyway, to show you a single thing, you would be dead, before you even realised what had occurred.”

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WHEN GARM GETS TOLD NO

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PORN BOTS IN MY FOLLOWERS! EVERYWHERE DHVNB

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"Wasn't it obvious? You teasing me like that." He hissed. His arm wrapped tightly around him. He could sense it. He was mortified of the piece of clothing he had just tore free from his body. In all honesty. Who wouldn't be? He was a massive terrifying figure of power. His teeth bore to a smile noticing the redness that spread everywhere across the Aesir's body.

"Now now," he whispered through a rather calm tone. Though wearing his armor he was still threatening in a different sense." Why so shy now? Not looking me in the eye now, Heimdall? I told you what would happen if you continued to play with me the way you were. I'd tare your fucking pants off. Now look at you. A mess in my arms."

He chortled. His shoulders bouncing slightly to the laughter. He had yet to even see what he was dealing with. Eyes pinned on him as his massive cold hand gripped on one of his cheeks and squeezed. Not hard but just enough to get his attention.

"Look me in the eye. You little bastard of Odin." He spat in norse. Voice deep and demanding. Need I claim you here and now?" He teased. His cold armored thumb rubbing circles into his cheek." Ah yes...I think I will.."

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@berserkerofrealms said: [ rip + clothing ] (your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.)

Heimdall lets out a gasp. If the rush of cool air against his backside wasn't enough to clue him in on what happened, the sound of tearing fabric definitely was. He had been playing a coy game with Garm and should have known better than to tease him the way he had been, he just... didn't think Garm would actually follow through, despite seeing he would. Pulled close, so close that he was nearly flung over his shoulder, Garm had made short work of his pants and now Heimdall was in a predicament. His body wasted no time turning his face, neck, ears, and shoulders red in response, and the god was far too mortified to pry himself away from the wolf-man's shoulder. Rather, he hid his face in the crook of his neck and shuddered.

"Excited, aren't you?" He whispers, trying to pretend like he didn't just receive one of the biggest shocks of his life. "Couldn't even wait nor ask for me to remove them, you want me so badly."

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》@of-thieves asked: 02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time .《

It was a moment only normal people would dream of. But Garm being as massive as he was having to kneel for a kiss. It made him smirk with a slight grittiness. As if a puppy was wagging its tail with excitement.

Hermes was...different. He made his way to gently take him by the chin. And pull him into a kiss. Being excited he quite possibly was too dominant with his tongue. His eyes closed as he tilted his head slightly. His dreads falling over his shoulder as he deepened it. A hum escaping his lips before pulling away. Cheeks somewhat red with a shallow chuckle before planting himself on the ground.

A physical shake of the area around them marking his weight." That was...hhh..goooood?"

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》 @gyllentanne asked: ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . 《

"What's the matter, Heimdall? You don't look so good." It was a mockingly sarcastic comment. His eyes pinned on him from the crouched position he held before the battered god. His large hand moving his head closer. Forceful yet not hard enough to break his neck. It was the last thing he wanted to do to the Aesir.

Pulling the other to his mouth. His lips parting the other's open with force. His brows furrowing as he played with him. Tongue taking in every inch of his mouth in a dominant manner. Not to be sexual. Not yet anyway..

It was to prove a point.

A moment had provided itself to him and he took it. Only opportunities like that could be taken at the right moment and this one was that moment.

"You taste of mead and apples.." he muttered. Dropping him at his feet with a thud.

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《 @gyllentanne asked: Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing 》

He was in the midst of relaxing in a hot spring. Though cold of helheim was bound to his armor. Garm was able to experience the pleasures of warmth. The relaxing warmth of the spring leaving him relaxed and docile. At least for the moment.

A man his size sunk perfectly into the spring. His back leaning against the mouth of it. Steam rolling off his back like smoke to a fire.

Along his back and his arms were countless scars of what looked to be from arrows and swords that had impaled him in the past. Along his back a lightning bolt type scar traveled from neck to his exposed buttocks when hed get up to move and change his scenery when he got tired of looking at the same spot.

"I smell you Aesir.." he grumbled. He was tired. Not in the mood to fight and lazy. Not even bothering to open his eyes. His massive armor lay in a heap on the ground freezing the area around it. His sword however always remained close to him. Not needing the armor but performing the sword. Bound to it.

A sharp grin forming on his relaxed face." I wasn't expecting you to come crawling after me..~" he growled almost seductively. Though he didn't see him he knew it had to be heimdall. The sents were profoundly pleasant. He knew his sent better than any other Aesir god." Come closer Heimdall. Theres no use in hiding like a coward around me."

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . ❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . ❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize . ❛  05 .   a  kiss  to  forgive . ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . ❛  08 .   a  kiss  in  secret  /  a  forbidden  kiss . ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . ❛  10 .   a  kiss  against  a  wall . ❛  11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop . ❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . ❛  13 .   a  kiss  before  one  goes  away . ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower . ❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere . ❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning . ❛  17 .   a  kiss  last  thing  at  night . ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . ❛  20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation . ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ❛  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . ❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips . ❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach . ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension . ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar . ❛  29 .   a  kiss  over  a  wound . ❛  30 .   a  kiss  to  say  goodbye .

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↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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WHERE DOES YOUR POWER LIE?

the hands

you can almost physically hold your power. creation comes easily to you, but so does destruction. your strength is in your physical interaction with the world. everything is so tactile. you push and you pull and you strike and you caress and you pray and you hold, hold, hold.

[ Stolen from: @ofvoidx ]

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