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Hello, Goodbye(3) - Neteyam x Reader

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Hello, Goodbye - Chapter 3 (< Previous)

Neteyam x Reader

Everyone cheered as you bowed, a smile of his own greeting yours as soon as you made eye contact with him, and Neteyam watched as it soon turned into a frown upon seeing a lack of presence in the crowd.

When Neteyam had first caught wind of Tarsem choosing a mate, he was ecstatic. As time went on and he developed a closer relationship with the warrior's sister, he began to view him in a different light, something his father told him was a "part of growing up." He began to see him not as his standard, but as a very passionate fellow hunter.

And without having to hear it from the Na'vi himself and his sister, he already had a guess as to who the woman may be. Just like him, she was a mighty fighter, hence why he would frequently catch sight of her while training.

And Neteyam did think them a great match, and you did as well until he'd notice your sadness upon seeing the female warrior's absence during both your and your mother's performances.

You'd normally avoided the topic with him and your close friends, however, the times when your emotions had slipped through, Neteyam picked up on your distress at the woman's seeming lack of interest to get to know you and Ninat.

Per usual, Neteyam had decided to stay behind after the ritual and walk you home. Apart from your casual banter with him regarding how he looked goofy in his family photo instead of talking over his formal duties, he started viewing you in a different light.

And it wasn't him that had noticed this first, it was his mother who did.

Whenever you performed, apparently his ears stand straight and upright, behaviour that he'd defended as normal for whenever he was met with something exciting. Neytiri brought up that whenever you were still at their kelku late into the evening after asking her to mentor you and Neteyam struck up a conversation with you, his eyes apparently dilate and his tail twitched. He remembered gaping at his mother after she had pointed this out while you were still around, thankfully, you'd settled on teasing his mother instead for her great memory, saving him from embarrassment.

And his mother was only the beginning. Lo'ak had become annoyed at constantly seeing him whenever he would visit you, Kiri had concluded he'd been seeing you more often after noticing his different approaches to connecting with Eywa, and his father, oh Eywa.

His father had approached Tarsem at one of his training sessions, asking if Neteyam could be transferred to his faction whenever he wasn't personally overlooking him, because apparently, both you and he do incredibly well together.

He truly did not understand his family's reasonings, but he didn't reject it either. He enjoyed your company, and could even confidently say, that he knew you better than they did.

The first time you both were paired up to train, Neteyam wished to greet you first and ask if you were okay with the arrangement when out of nowhere he'd heard a scream and all of a sudden felt a harsh kick to his chest.

Before he even had time to register what had happened, he heard Tarsem's cries for him to get back up and when he did, he was met with a new expression on your face, one that he had never seen before.

Pure anger.

He'd followed you after that session, concerned for your well-being.

"Are you okay?" He had peeked at you, cross-legged beside him on the Tree of Souls. "Did someone threaten to eat Ateyo again?" A bit of pride swelled in his chest upon seeing you brighten gleefully at the mention of the prolemuris that had stuck with you since your trip with him and Lo'ak to the uncharted south. That little monkey had decidedly become your companion, and surprisingly, a great puffball hitter during your performances.

"Someone did, and I trained Ateyo to throw seeds at him." Your nose crinkled at the memory, a triumphant smirk pulling at your lips. "Omocan ran away screaming."

At the mention of the young Na'vi's name, Neteyam couldn't stop his tail from wagging. "I do not understand why he keeps on teasing you."

You gently grabbed one of the tendrils of the tree surrounding you both, humming to him. "Sa'nu says it is because he likes me,"

It was like you and Neteyam had a silent connection as you both made gagging noises. He laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder in a form of reassurance. "Seriously, are you okay?"

Your large eyes went to and fro the beautiful gleaming purple of Eywa's tree and Neteyam. You appeared to be contemplating something. "You don't have to say it if you do not want to." He reassured.

"No, it's alright. I'll tell you." You took a big breath in, "I do not like the way my brother and our elders have been forcing me to train to be a warrior."

At this, Neteyam's own yellow eyes widened. "But you offered to be my mother's hunting apprentice, right?"

Neteyam carefully studied your expression, and in doing so, had then noticed the details on your face: the striking colours of your ikran painted around your eyes and woven into the feathers littering your hair, Lo'ak’s tooth mark against your forehead when he'd accidentally tumbled off the tree and you'd attempted to catch him, the pinker tint at the middle of your nose...

"Yes I did, but only because your mother was a great warrior inspired by her own talents, not by the pressure of anyone." You whispered the last part almost as a secret, and upon hearing it, Neteyam's ears flattened in understanding.

"I know war is upon us again, and we'd need the skills to survive, and I am also aware that my brother and father only want my safety. But at the same time," You broke eye contact with him and Neteyam let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "I want to do things my way, learn archery on my own terms, hunt because I want to, much like how I sing."

As if you'd realized your ramblings, you'd made an effort to hide your face behind one of the tendrils in shame. "I know I have no right in complaining about matters like these in front of you, since, you as well had confided in me your father's and the clan's expectations of you. Which, is a far greater responsibility."

Neteyam clicked his tongue, but not at your words, but at you shying away from him after laying your emotions out to him so openly. He moved the purple tendril from your hands, earning your attention again. "(Name), you never have to apologize to me after telling me how you feel. You deserve someone to listen to you, much like how you've been there for not just me, but Lo'ak and Kiri as well."

You'd absorbed his remarks attentively, and Neteyam felt more words automatically come out from experience. "You do not have to do anything that you do not want to. Just do what your heart advises you and what Eywa guides you to do, and I'd be here, supporting you." He had sensed the footsteps of the other clan members who'd come to the Tree to reconnect with their ancestors and knowing your preference for preserving your jolly and tough act, he'd repositioned his place to block you from the others.

"And don't feel like you have to worry about others getting to you," Neteyam was surprised at his own bravery then. "Because I'll be there to protect you, as the Olo'eyktan of the clan."

His determination had caused small tears to escape your eyes, knowledgeable of his implications. Neteyam was willing to continue to perfectly execute the role of an Olo'eyktan in training, in the hopes of protecting you and the village. At this, you shook your head at him with a smile. "Thank you Neteyam, but you'd be mistaken for even considering carrying this burden alone."

After that conversation, Neteyam felt his relationship with you grow deeper.

The same as that night you'd told him of your worries, Neteyam yet again found himself in the same spot at the Tree of Souls, way past the time you were both supposed to be back home. After congratulating you yet again for another successful performance, he stared at you amused as you decided to lie down on the glowing root fibres. He joined you despite the onlookers' stares.

"She wasn't in the crowd again, 'Teyam." you huffed.

"And don't tell me she's busy again, I heard her yell to the hunting party that she had a quick morning run and was free the rest of the day for my tsmukan."

Neteyam memorized the way your brow ridge furrowed. Your brother's mate choosing not to attend any of your ceremonies was unquestionably occurring too many times now for it to be called a coincidence. He had to admit, it was rather strange.

"I wish I could tell you more, but like how Lo'ak says it, 'I don't know nothin.'" His English never failed to make you grin and you ultimately shook your head. "Do you think she does not like me and my mother?"

Neteyam sat up as he took offence to your question.

"You're foolish if you think anyone, especially the mate of your brother, would dislike you."

Upon noticing his dissatisfaction with your words, you chuckled. "You know what, I'll take that as a compliment."

"You better." Neteyam almost hit himself on the head with his reply.

"Hey, maybe Eywa would have a solution for me," You joined him and sat close, pulling your queue towards one of the hanging tendrils. "We could actually do what the others came here to do, instead of chatting and gossiping about the other Na'vi." Neteyam stiffened upon hearing you snicker into his ear.

Neteyam had never connected to the tree before without his family around. It was such a spiritual moment, that he did a double take to make sure he understood what you'd said. Gulping and nodding, he followed your action.

Immediately his mind was filled with voices from his ancestors, his body feeling light at Eywa's embrace. He felt comfort upon hearing his late grandfather's praise, and fulfillment upon witnessing his mother's late friend nodding at his skills. He dared to peek into the tangible world to see you, and when he did, he happened upon your elegant face, eyes wide open in an expression he could not describe.

Right now, your eyes were slowly blinking, lips parted in a way that it appeared that you had acquired some divine intervention. Your tail had stopped embracing your own body and seemed to curve inwardly. Either way, he could only think that he would never forget this moment, sitting across from you, in front of the Na’vi he revered the most.

If you hadn't spoken, he would've remained there for who knows how long.

"Teyam, did you call out my name?"

He blinked at you, confused.

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Hello, Goodbye - Chapter 2 (< Previous Chapter, Next >) Neteyam x Reader

One of the ikrans that were the talk of the village after a toruk, was the one of white and red. It was smaller than the norm, but it flew the fastest.

Atop his own, Neteyam's eyes widened as said ikran flew between him and his brother. A flash of your colors flitted his vision.

"Hurry up, I feel old looking at you guys," You laughed while directing your ikran to circle back. In its glory, it opened its wings wide and seemed to propel air from behind with its back wings before gliding forward.

"I wouldn't be stuck here if my big bro wasn't here being a stick in the mud." Lo'ak rolled his eyes.

It was Neteyam's turn to give attitude. "Mother was curious why you kept coming home with dead bugs stuck to your face,"

Your laugh made him squint at the mess littering your face. "And now we know who the culprit is."

"C'mon Neteyam, I invited you too so you could finally make it up to me for yelling at me when we were younger!"

"Oh, so you're the real reason for him being here!" Lo'ak threw you an accusatory point.

"Well, he's also soon-to-be Olo'eyktan, so isn't it a part of his job to help his people?" You sent him a wink. Since your last performance three years ago, Neteyam had come up to you to congratulate you since you were related to the person he trained with the most.

Also, to acknowledge that you had won the long-forgotten argument.

As soon as you’d seen him walk towards you with his family behind, you’d immediately brought his thoughts up. "Thanks for coming to my debut, the boy who lost."

Since then, Neteyam felt like he was seeing you around more often than he did. He thought maybe it was because whenever there would be rituals you were leading most of the praises to Eywa more often now, or because he was finally aware of your presence. You weren't just a part of his old memories.

Which lead to now.

One thing he found out was that you were a lively one. You and Lo'ak were constantly quipping at each other, and it didn't take long for him to be a target.

He honestly didn't mind it when he'd noticed that you weren't affected at all by both his brother's and sister's five fingers.

So, he took every playful nickname and tease head-on.

"We're here!" Instead of slowing down, your ikran seemed to go even faster in its descent, resembling a fruit that has fallen from its tree.

Neteyam's concern caught in his throat when he saw how stabilized and graceful you landed. Wiping the dead bugs littering your face, you extended an arm towards them. "C'mon, we don't have forever!"

To his right, Lo'ak gave a gleeful shout before attempting to copy your landing (and failing miserably, his ikran simply looked at him as if conveying there was no way in Eywa would it ever do that), and Neteyam followed suit.

He took a look around and saw that the greenery surrounding this part of the forest was thicker and there were no signs of Na'vi prints at all. It was almost as if he was in uncharted territories and due to this, his instincts told him to keep his guard up, despite the sight being one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen.

"How did you find this?" Neteyam turned to you, who was already walking ahead and waiting with a hand on your hip.

"I was scouting around the perimeter of our village and Nana´ite was itching to exercise his wings even more," As you said so, the fierce ikran bowed his head for a hug from you, purring as it nuzzled into your neck. "So, we decided to widen our parameters and discovered this at the very south of the forest."

"This is a dangerous idea,"

"This is awesome!"

Both Neteyam and Lo'ak looked at each other when they'd both spoken at the same time. They both rolled their eyes at the difference in opinion.

"You both are correct! But don't you worry, I and Nana´ite come here often and we've pretty much scared off the predators," You continued to walk, and despite Neteyam's judgment to follow his father's strict orders, he continued on, curious. And as he did so, the sounds of wildlife permeated his ears, making him clutch his knife and push Lo'ak and you behind him. However, you did not budge. "Plus, you're going to love this."

As soon as you pushed the big leaf acting as a rawng between the big trees away, Neteyam was met with a huge clearing nesting a lake in the middle. Though it was a sight to behold, his eyes were more focused on the number of herbivores grazing there. They looked meatier than the ones roaming near their village, and to his eyes, just begging to be hunted. He turned to you pointing upwards.

As he did so, he was met with a ton of prolemuris staring back at him, and it almost freaked him out if he hadn't remembered that they were delicacies as well. They seemed to be as curious as you three, one of them hanging down and stretching to be at eye level with you.

Neteyam stood close to you, knife in the ready, but you laughed at the creature, slowly raising a hand to pet it behind its ear. At first, it froze, but as you continued, it relaxed. He stood there awestruck. He'd always just hunted these guys down directly, and so to see it acting soft toward you struck a chord with him. A whimper to his right and he caught Lo'ak staring uneasily at the monkey perched atop his head. Neteyam laughed, and as another came down to inspect him, he stared at you, almost as if asking for permission.

When you nodded, he hastily removed his hand from the hilt of his knife and awkwardly raised it to touch the monkey's head. It looked at him almost in wonder, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Amidst the pressure of training and his youngest sister being born, Neteyam needed a breather, something like this. He ran after you and Lo'ak heading for the center of the field, where the sturmbeests and hexapedes were currently resting, blissfully ignoring your company as he plopped down to join you and his brother. It seemed as though this herd has never had any experience with hunters like himself as normally, they would bail at the sight of a Na'vi.

"This is what I needed help with Neteyam!" You giggled, scooting closer to him with the monkey on your shoulder playing with the feathers on your hair.

"What, being a babysitter to our food?" He bumped your shoulder in kind.

The gratitude in your eyes surprised him. "For helping me make this place feel like a part of home." Your bright yellow eyes never left his. "This place doesn't have to be a secret I have to hide anymore."

While Lo'ak was busy getting trampled by the monkeys, Neteyam on the other hand was consumed with the sentiment. "Isn’t this your snomo? Don't you want to keep this place private?"

"No, I already have to deal with solitude by simply being a 'singer.' So to have the Olo'eyktan's son come with me here, despite the rules, shows a possibility of the village becoming more… open." You sighed, and he didn't know if it was of relief or hope. "So hey, you could say you've already made up for our feud when we were little."

Both Neteyam and you enjoyed the silence, satisfyingly watching Lo'ak try and ride the herbivores for a while. Then he asked, "Doesn't Tarsem come with you?"

"He’s too busy with his duties as soon to be head of the aytaronyu, and even when I've tried to reason with him, he somehow always finds a way to make it about my training," Your tone conveyed to Neteyam that despite your disappointment, you loved your brother as much as he loved his siblings, but in a way, he understood Tarsem's point of view being the eldest himself.

And he should've been opposed to your implication of his dissimilarity to Tarsem, the golden boy in his eyes, instead he felt a weight off his shoulders. Though his current situation with some of his friends was much like yours with your brother, he was relieved to hear that, someone his age, still viewed him as someone capable of detaching himself from his duties and living life as freely as the birds above have.

Like you.

The three of you further explored this beautiful area of the forest with curiosity and vigor until the sun began to set. Lo'ak was drenched from the waterfall Neteyam had pushed him in, your hair looked like a yayo’s nest as the monkey that had attached itself to you had become preoccupied with your decorations and Neteyam was muddy from head to toe.

Climbing his ikran, he felt an anxiety build at the bottom of his stomach from the inquiries he will get from his parents for being late, but looking at both yours and Lo'ak's grinning faces, he couldn't help but feel that it was worth it.

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(A/N)

Hey guys! This fanfic is inspired by songs from Rio, and I couldn’t help but write short fluffs just expanding on everyone’s lives before the war. I’ve already established a storyline that leads to the main plot of the second movie and beyond, but, in the buildup, here are some chill fics! Enjoy!

This is for entertainment only. Avatar belongs to James Cameron. I also do not own you, the reader.

Hello, Goodbye - Chapter 1 (Next Chapter >) Neteyam x Reader

Lunch was something that every warrior looked forward to after a morning of training. Entering his family's kelku along with his father, he greeted his mother and sister before sharing a meal.

He gave his mom a toothy smile after she commended him for his hunt.

"The time has come everyone! My baby tsmuke is ready to sing her first song to Eywa!" Tarsem shouted well into the afternoon with a hit of a dried-up puffball, the consistent pops emphasizing his excitement.

Jake and Neytiri perked up at the announcement, quickly cleaning up the finished vey. Neteyam cocked an eyebrow at Kiri's excitement, one of the top warriors of the clan, his idol besides his father, had a sister?

Making his way down the tree and walking beside his bored brother, he whispered a question to the happy Na'vi his age. "Kiri, do you know who Tarsem's sibling is?"

The girl couldn't contain her smile after sticking her tongue out at his apparent cluelessness. "I'm surprised you don’t, considering you hover around him like a shadow."

"For real, even mom brought her up a couple of times because of their sa’nok," Lo'ak snickered which earned him a pinch to the ear.

"Because Ninat is a wonderful mother for teaching her two kids some manners." Neytiri pointedly said, and Jake chuckled at her tone.

"Tarsem has been talking non-stop about an unexpected performance we'd want to see, so I'm guessing it's this one." His dad added, "One of them got their mother's talent, while the other from their father's."

As they stopped at a clearing on one side of the Tree of Souls, Neteyam took an available seat next to Jake. "So she’s not a warrior like her brother?"

To say Neteyam never paid any attention to the kids their age because of his training as Olo'eyktan would be assuming the same critical views of the clan’s elders. He probably did already meet her, they just weren't past acquainted to talk about their family lives.

Why would they? Those topics were reserved for adults. He, Lo'ak, and his other friends had only really talked about who could make the most accurate Banshee noise and who had the best parents. (Of course, since Neteyam always won this, they'd stopped asking that question ever again.)

"No, but she's currently in training to be one of the best singers in the clan," Jake told him, eyes focused on the musical instruments set before them.

And that's his answer. Since he was a warrior in training, he was always surrounded by the same group of people. If somebody were to ask him if he could name one of the healers in the clan, he would most likely just utter his grandmother's name.

Still, he wished he knew who Tarsem's sister was so Lo'ak would've stopped teasing him about his "L" the whole walk from their place.

From the center of the crowd, Ninat and a few other Na'vi that Neteyam guessed were also aypamtseotu, started making a symphony of clicks and lively thuds to gain everyone's attention and introduce the singer. Of course, Neteyam has watched a few of these performances before either during rituals or leisure, but, they were almost always led by the older Na'vi women.

"All the birds of a feather Do what they love most of all We are the best at rhythm and laughter That's why we love festival"

Neteyam's eyes which were previously fixed on Tarsem's proud gaze shifted to the owner of the young but melodic voice. A short Na'vi girl, about his age, was swaying her arms to the tune of her own making, giving her the illusion of a bird.

Your smile was stretched in glee as you walked around the crowd, gaining each Na’vi’s attention, continuing to sing the very first song Eywa had inspired you to make.

Neteyam was impressed for sure by your talent, but his eyes also widened in recognition when he saw the feathers in your hair. Those two colors… were something he swore he'd never forget a few years ago before all his training had started, that one humid day when he'd stormed off angrily in the direction of his family's pod.

You two were arguing about who said "hi" first to Tarsem when the young tsamsiyu walked past after a greeting. Neteyam has been raised punctual, so for you to show up a few minutes later after he did to watch the training, claiming you'd said hello to his "big brother" before he did, set a fuse in him that led to a full-blown argument that was stopped by none other than Tarsem himself.

Looking back, he supposed considering the warrior was scolding you for your behavior, it was pretty obvious that you two were related. However in his defense, when you're six and you're just so mad at someone, you seem to forget rationale and just remember the striking qualities of said event.

And that was the bright-colored feathers woven into your hair, angrily bouncing up and down just in front of his eyes as your younger self shouted back at him, nitpicking at his height.

The irony in that though was you're the short one now.

Your wide pupils met his and you smirked. The groan he let out was stopped midway by a slap to the arm by his father who had mistaken it as caused by something else.

"Be respectful to (Name.)"

But really, he was just upset that it turned out you were right.

You did say "hi" first to Tarsem.

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Hey guys, just wanted to first apologize for being MIA the past year, like the title of the post, I actually got a job call and became busy. Don't worry though, I am still employed while typing this, and decided to come back to see how everyone's doing! Especially since season 2 of Record of Ragnarok's up. I hope y'all are doing well, and expect some random short fics/updates from me!

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The Odd Rumble of Thunder - Thor x Reader

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Hey guys! I wanted to personally thank you all for the kind comments and messages, they really inspire me to continue writing more and the support truly means a lot! Also, I just found out how to access post replies, I apologize I haven’t gotten to reading them since my first story, I’m still trying to figure out the gist of things here on Tumblr! Anyways, recently I’d only been posting more on Poseidon, so here’s a special one for our Norse god of thunder (aka the god I simp for the most). This idea came to me while out on a camping trip, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would really be welcomed and appreciated!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Odd Rumble of Thunder

Thor x Reader

Even before the news spread like wildfire, Thor had become under the tyranny of a good habit to bringing his wife with him wherever he may go. It stood to reason that he would never be so careless to invite you over to danger, hence why, at a god’s ephemeral notice, he had stopped seeking direction for his combative side, but when, at last, he had to venture, he made much quicker work of it than when he would have otherwise.

Inarguably, if you’d wanted to lay down and rest instead, it was a surety you’d receive your meals in bed, unbothered. But for Thor there was no guarantee he’d ever have to worry about you, so the whole of Asgard knew by now he’d drop whatever he was doing to accompany you, uncaring about diplomacy in the first place.

Not that Odin nor Loki minded either; especially since the Allfather knew more about the concerns of a father expecting their first child. Moreover, Loki enjoyed shapeshifting into his cousin during days he was absent. It was much more fun to cause mischief legally, as he would say.

Today, Thor stood by his wife who sat comfortably in her rocking chair on the porch, allowing a full view of the hills that sloped gently down to the grand gardens. You were seven months along, approaching the eight month, the swell of your stomach now far more prominent.

At the very moment you had begun to show, you had a companion of whom would almost never leave your side, your husband’s absence in the kingdom gradually becoming more frequent, more lengthened, till at last his presence among his people became an exception. Despite your constant reassurances that you would be fine, Thor insisted on staying, casually sweeping aside your thoughts regarding his habitual sense of duty.

“I would only be gone for nine months to tend to my wife and child, they should fare well on their own lest they are more incompetent than I would’ve thought.” Thor had told you once before, and you’d decided not to question him further on that. You understood your husband’s concerns, to be truthful, you had a few of your own as well, so having Thor assist you alleviated some of the stress and worry concerning your child’s safety.

Especially now that you were nearing your due date. For instance, you were having the toughest time moving, suffering primarily from the weight in your belly and pains in your back and legs that made walking and even standing difficult. What made the physical strain worse too was your child’s eagerness to know you and Thor both, unable to stay long in one position, much like their father’s enthusiasm for battle.

“How are you feeling?” Thor’s question rested upon a rather precise calculation of the last time he had asked the same only a short moment before. It was quite visible in his actions that he did not want to cause any negative feelings if he could help it, though desiring you to avoid stress as much as possible.

You smiled. “Come close. You’ve been standing there for ages just ogling at me.” You opened your arms out wide. “Are you not tired?”

Truth be told, despite Thor’s constant need to remain close to his wife, he felt a real, undeniable fear of touching you, specifically, your abdomen. He closed the distance between until he was right in front of you, staring down at you with hard eyes. Longing leaped like a flame reaching out in his celestial yellow orbs.

“Love, I am always grateful for your concern for me. And I am feeling much better just knowing you’re beside me.” You raised yourself up, pushing against the chair to try to stand. Thor rushed forward, held you then put his hands under your arms to lift you up. Your child was growing fast. “But how about you? How are you feeling?”

You inched closer, your fingers playing with the locks of his hair that you could reach. “Aside from the stress of waiting, I’ve noticed that you have something else weighing on your mind.

“Tell me, what is it?”

At the sight of you through his warworn eyes, his mind was filled with bliss. For that loving glance of yours, he felt a divine presence and holy atmosphere that seemed to pervade everything around you. Having an inkling of what you were hinting at though, he broke your gaze, in an attempt to avert the guilt you conferred on him.

“Please. We’re in this together, I would want nothing more than to help you back as much as you’ve helped me.” Thor felt you shift in his arms, get more comfortable. He felt the bulk of your child across his legs, the weight no doubt pulling you down. Seeing you in pain like that, was sad and unbearable, and the gnawing feeling grew stronger. And since he knew you were always so full of strength and determination, always unrelenting in your attempts to make him feel better, he began,

“I am afraid.” Red eyebrows drew together.

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might accidentally hurt you and our child,” Thor took a deep breath in then let it out in a sigh while taking a step back. “I do not want that to happen, even if I want to be at your side at all times. And this frustrates me to no end.”

Thor did himself a favor by giving attention to anything other than his wife, refusing to be a witness on the sadness and any he may have caused. Dealing with his own disappointment was nothing new, but he had trouble dealing with the fact that he was the cause of yourpain. He wished he could take his troubles which escaped, hanging in the air, and all the bad feelings on himself and let things continue as they were, but he knew it didn’t work that way. You needed to know that he only wanted you and your child safe and protected, even from himself.

He could not understand how the cosmos could play such a cruel joke on the both of you: you, bore so much pain because of one of the greatest affairs of life, and him, the strongest deity in the Pantheon, was powerless against the natural laws of existence.

Strong shoulders slumped, head bowing as stray strands of red hair fell over Thor’s brow. Not again. He did not wish to be reminded of the cautious sympathy his father and cousin had approached him with. His stomach lurched whenever the subject of your frailty came up. Dread and a terrifying fear overwhelmed his soul for the first time, the thought of losing you−

“Hey,” Your voice which lingered on the gentle breeze brushed against Thor’s face, pulling him out of his stupor. He refocused, turning his gaze onto your sweet face.

How were you able to hold yourself up well despite your obvious pain and suffering? Did you not bear the same nervousness as he did? The answer was obvious, practically screaming in Thor’s ears but became deaf following his guilt and clouded instincts. For a long time since you’d first told him about the news, he bore these worries in silence; but when at length he’d been perplexed by your introspection−or seeming lack of it. Why, in fact, did you concern yourself with him at all? Compared to you, there was hardly any threat to his own life posed. Why had you always done more to make him feel better when you were the one who needed it most?

Cutting through the haze he found himself in was the shape of you, or maybe your hair billowing in the wind, a wisp of it across your face, and then suddenly the feel of your skin, the sense of your head on his chest. Even if it were fleeting, that alone brought him the possibilities of comfort that he’d so needed. Oh, how he missed this; you cupped his big callously marble hands around yours, caressing them so tenderly, as if he were fragile and might break, so short it could never be pulled back.

As he relished the warmth of the blaze you gave him for the winter of unease, he’d realized much sooner that the coldness that inched its icy fingers up his spine still threatened to battle your kind words, you, his very own wife, and he detested himself for being unsure whether or not it was of his own doing; was he pushing you away when you’d only wanted to offer your help?

Thor’s immediate impulse was to pull back from you, abruptly halted by your fingers which slipped between his now splayed hand. You wrinkled your nose in a delightfully unguarded manner that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Do you remember the first time we said our vows?” If only you knew the way Thor perceived you: in his eyes, your radiant smile reflected the morning sunlight of Valhalla, for a split second picturing the moment you’d walked down the aisle, that headpiece on your head instantiating the paradox of mystery that once lifted revealed your beautiful face, marking it the best day of his long life. Something warm bloomed in his chest once again and spread its heat out through every vein in his body. He remembered the smooth feel of the veil against his cheek after sealing your promise with a kiss, his lips parting with a breathless sigh.

“Your hands caressed my fit of nerves with light, tender touches and then inspired me with hard, passionate embraces,” With effortless ease, you lifted your intertwined hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckle. Thor watched with great admiration your every move, the desire to distance himself was now but an afterthought. Nothing would ever separate him from you when all you’d ever done was pull him closer than ever.

Then, you sought out his hand, kissing his palm as he stroked your face. You clung onto his arms, gripped at his chest as if you were searching for warmth, as if you needed his touch, and much like him, couldn’t bear to be even an inch away. His mind was still slowing its racing to let him mutter something in response, so he allowed himself to be entranced by how smooth and sure of yourself you were, with nothing to mar the calm serenity of your features. Your smile seemed to be a natural adornment, the utter gentleness in your eyes, reminded him of every morning when he woke up, he would see you by his side, as well as your sleeping snoring face. Right at that moment, the silly scream finally made it to the deaf god’s ears:

He was your haven,

The place you called home and went to find peace.

As Thor immersed himself in your smell, your sparkling eyes, he felt the excruciating cold all melt away in your warmth. No more seeds of doubt with which to sow and seek his destiny. Slowly, he began to see his surroundings from a keener point of view, realizing, then appraising them: from the passing wind your hair messed which he pushed aside, tucking it behind your ear, to how his sash seemed to fit him better indeed, rather than cling onto his skin even tighter as brutally as it had done before. He noticed the minute changes since he’d last taken a good look at you months ago: a little flusher on your skin, lines around the eyes a little deeper, a little increase in body temperature.

He pulled you closer, his actions not arising from calculation instead led by instinct. You let him take more of your weight, your belly pressed against his stomach as you sighed, his fingers working wonders on massaging the muscles that had been much abused in carrying the baby’s weight. A sudden wrenching through his sash struck Thor’s heart and had him holding his breath.

The baby had moved, and he’d felt it.

Bending down, he buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as he drank in your scent. Your arms wrapped around his back as he connected in this loving embrace, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with your own.

“Our child would no doubt love to be enveloped in their father’s safe arms,” With a light, gentle touch, your fingers ran through Thor’s hair, making him shiver with delight.

On that day, only the beautiful gardens of Asgard became privy to nothing more than a moment in which husband and wife reached for the same comfort and their concerns met. These gardens were simultaneously the very same place where Thor had first avoided the problems that plagued his mind, but also became exactly the same place where he’d find solace in the arms of his lovely wife.

Resting his hand on where his child was, he recognized that familiar feeling turning up, but upon realizing the bittersweet irony of and within these gardens, the revelation came to him: happiness could also come from the very object of fear.

And as you had an unmovable trust in him, there was an unspoken mutual understanding that he too, should put his trust in you.

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two snakes to destroy another illegitimate child -i literally burst out laughing at that, it's such a pleasure to read your writing

Heracles biting his tongue in the womb (following the saying where if you bite your tongue there are people talking about you), looking over at the seas with a knowing look once he's born- Aw, and this was really sweet, thank you so much!

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the spark that split the seas is really good! :D i really like the way you write, and the words you use! keep up the good work (~￣³￣)~ will be looking forward to your other works!

This means a lot to me, thank you so much! And you won't believe it when I say I'm starstruck to find out this kind message is from you! I've been a fan of your stories since I'd gotten into reading Record of Ragnarok fics, so truly, I appreciate it!

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Low Tide Calls - Poseidon x Reader

(A/N)

Hey guys! Short disclaimer, this is kind of a crack fic hehe! This was inspired from this TikTok (I’ll link it once I find it again) which basically just jokes about the difference in how Hera and Persephone would respond to their husbands going out, so I decided to give my take on it with the twist being instead of Hades and his lovely wife, it’s Poseidon and the reader! Enjoy!

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, nor the songs referenced, they are the property of Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui, Ajichika and Bruno Mars, respectively. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing.

Low Tide Calls

Poseidon x Reader

Ding ding! A familiar buzz alert vibrated Poseidon’s phone, abruptly cutting through the silence of his demeanor as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the device. An endearing picture of you and him posing among a newly discovered species of reef flashed up on his screen; his wife was calling, and upon hearing another buzz coming from his far right, which oddly enough sounded louder than his, he noticed that his younger brother’s wife was checking up on her husband too, judging from the latter’s reaction.

The gods in the room looked at the two married men, eyes glistening with hungry anticipation and curiosity while the two Olympians answered.

“What are you doing?” Although Poseidon did not put his wife on speaker, remaining remote and uncaring of any protest, somehow, the gods still had no trouble hearing your soft, sweet tone. The god of the seas rolled his eyes at the childish antics, regretting considering your judgement on Zeus’ recent invitation. You had posed to him that maybe the upcoming meeting would be an important one, but to his dismay, the conversations that have been taking place within this room made him feel like he was nibbling on mediocrity, when he would much rather choke on your greatness.

“Huh? What?” With zero effort his ears caught Hera’s commanding voice which struck Zeus and all eavesdroppers. If Poseidon didn’t know any better, he’d be inclined to believe that after this call she would send two snakes to destroy another illegitimate child in its sleep.

“Where are you at?” The glow from the screen changed as you invited Poseidon to a video call. Seeing you there, your husband let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief before answering your inquiry without reserve. His tone was elevated and calm, unlike the fiery force of Zeus’ manner.

“Who? You’re with who?” In apprehension, Hera demanded even more, prompting the other gods to exchange glances. While Poseidon’s focus of attention was you, Loki and Hermes were observing him and his brother, laughing. In spite of the fact that Poseidon was quite literally, the ‘most fearsome god,’ after seeing him talking to you against Hera’s frantic cries in the background, the two mischief-loving gods joked about how the goddess of marriage had “stolen Poseidon’s gig.”

“Oh, you have plans?” There came in a breathless, coaxing rush your words that touched Poseidon quickly. “Don’t say that,”

The rustle of silken sheets against your skin morphed a picture in Poseidon’s head and he made sure the volume was turned down as low as possible. If it weren’t apparent that you were going to say something more, he’d have immediately put the phone down. Whatever it may be that you planned on telling him, was more precious than all these fools surrounding him. Your words, all the noises you make, you, were for his only, and that was something he looked forward to showing you as soon as he got home. He chuckled to himself at how ironic it was that you had encouraged him to this ‘meeting,’ but you were also the very same who called him back.

Seated beside Shiva was Aphrodite, who, knew on instinct and talent what a beautiful phenomenon must be happening behind Poseidon’s private screen. The energy moving within the both of you, of two perfect beings, becoming hot−she raised her wine glass and directed her toast to you and your husband.

Killing the mood however was the violent berating of Hera, who had already provoked Zeus with reasonable feeling, to which the latter only sighed all the deeper, unbothered, ended the call and jammed his phone in his pocket. A scowl pulled at Zeus’ mouth and creased his brow, rubbing his forehead in a vain effort to force the frustration away. At first, he forgot how curious the gods were and then he noticed and wondered for the reason of the quietness and then it came to him: his brother was still entranced by the novelty of conversing quietly with his wife. Zeus leaned against the marble table in a provocative pose designed to tease.

“I look too good, to be alone~” You hummed with so much energy, swinging your hips in a rhythm and painting a song in Poseidon’s blood every time you opened your mouth. When your husband heard the first teasing whistle, he turned around and aimed a death glare at his brother, disliking the innuendos in every word he said. Any joke teller must stay within the bounds authorized by Poseidon, which meant none were necessitated to tread the waters. The strong disagreement in his eyes diminished to a mere calm, a sly grin hovering about its depths as he regarded you once more, as if admiring you for the first time. After a swift promise to be at your side soon enough, Poseidon hung up and regarded the lowly gods apprehensively.

Odin, who was over at the spot beside Zeus, seethed in silent anger as the Greek god persevered in his awful dance. As far as Poseidon was concerned−well, he never really had any, they were all lowlifes and trash who wanted to kick the shit out of each other anyways, so he simply stood up, and offered a “One great flood will cleanse the earth,” before disappearing.

The leader of the jeering mob, Loki, indicated his and Shiva’s shared comprehension with a widening smirk. “If only he spoke more than once, we’d have finished these meetings in a jiffy!”

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The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

(A/N)

Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”

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Worrying Thunder - Thor x Reader

(A/N)

I would like to say thank you and I am really happy to see that you guys liked the very first story that I’d posted, so here’s some Thor fluff! I also truly appreciate the new followers (thank you so much!) As I’d said, I’m a huge Thor simp (though Poseidon really is testing my loyalty), and I have a lot more stories saved in my little Notes app on my phone dedicated to our god of thunder; excited to share it with y’all! (I also have a lot of Thor x Reader x Poseidon stuff, do let me know if you guys want to read em!)

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Shinya Umemura and Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing from my disclaimer.

Worrying Thunder

Thor x Reader

After a long day hard at work, and by work, Thor spent some time sitting in the throne room then resigned to someplace else outside the palace to look for any challenger that dared trespass his realm, he was finally allowed to see his wife.

Down the hallways and past the wooden doors he went, his sole destination being where he was certain he would find his wife in, absorbed in writing as usual.

The door creaked open and from which his eyes were once softened with glee upon finally resting on the beautiful sight of you, were now twisted with alarm and concern as he beheld you lying down on the floor, drool at the side of your mouth, and at first sight, unconscious.

Faster than the speed of lightning he knelt beside you, calling your name desperately. What had happened? Did you injure yourself? Had anyone dared hurt you? Poisoned your food—

“Oh! Mngh, hello!”

Thor’s train of thought ceased, and his dark eyes widened while you stirred in his arms, reaching up with one hand to wipe away some saliva that was dripping down your chin. In your sleepy haze, you stretched then smiled at him, unaware of the wave of emotions he felt in a short span of time.

“Welcome back, Beloved.” You leaned and kissed Thor’s forehead, the latter still unmoving which caused you to tilt your head in question. “Did work overstress you that much? Don’t worry, I can give you a massage...”

Thor came out of his stupor quickly then narrowed his eyes at you, heaving a sigh of relief despite feeling somewhat annoyed at himself for failing to notice that you were simply asleep.

“Why were you on the floor?” Thor asked, not budging, completely unaffected by your attempts to standing up.

“Oh, it was too hot while I was writing so I decided to lie on the floor where it was cold,” You bit your cheek. “The weather’s got me too sleepy lately too, so I guess I must have fallen asleep.”

That made sense. Although naturally Thor’s face remained collected, he made no attempts to disguise the worry he felt in his actions.

Realization hit your face and immediately you cradled his head in your arms and apologized. “Oh! Sorry to have worried you, and right after you went to see me after the labors of your day too.” You hugged him tight.

Of course, the thought of blaming you never even crossed Thor’s mind. You were neither on the wrong nor right, it was just a matter of circumstance. He gently lifted his head up only a fraction to stare at you, feeling the tension in his body being released slowly at the gentle bondage of your touch. From your perspective, this has always been such a mesmerizing view: his normally stern eyes hungry for battle were nothing of the like, the yellow orbs clouded with a softness akin to Egyptian cotton, holding no hostility whatsoever, only filled with understanding.

“You need not worry,” A small smile lingered around the corners of Thor’s mouth as he picked you up easily, then carried you on his back to your quarters. “Simply subsequently, do find a pillow for your head when you decide to sleep on the floor again.”

You nodded with a smile against his back, whispering, “...I think I remember bringing a pillow with me to the floor. Strange how it has just disappeared.”

After a short moment of silence, you and your husband shared a sigh, finding the familiar in the strange. “Loki,”

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Tamed Seas - Poseidon x Reader

(A/N)

This is the very first post I’m making on this equally new account and also the very first time I am ever using a second person POV for the reader. Let me know your thoughts!

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Shinya Umemura and Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

Warning: Swearing from my disclaimer.

Tamed Seas

Poseidon x Reader

They were never allowed to stare.

If Poseidon never looked anyone in the eye, deeming them unworthy of even a simple gaze, then anyone other than himself were equally unworthy in looking at his wife.

Just before the meeting had started about a decision to be made on humanity’s fate, Poseidon had entered in his full regalia, his wife walking alongside him. Of course, such a prestigious couple deserved such a special entrance, as Hermes, per Zeus’ request too, played his violin most ceremoniously, a proud smirk on his face upon seeing the royal feet step perfectly on the red carpet he had immediately placed upon knowing of their arrival. Zeus’ older brother held a record of never attending meetings, much more any simple get-togethers unless they were of real utmost importance such as this one.

Shiva’s eyes grew at the sight of the couple. Even though Poseidon’s wife had originally been a mortal who had ascended to godhood, you were glowing and looked as ethereal as Aphrodite. Was he seeing things? He blinked and leaned forward in his seat. The last time he saw you was at the announcement of your wedding, then after the ceremony he never caught a glimpse of you ever again and only heard stories of your new and impressive conquests. Were you always this godlike?

As if reading his thoughts, he gulped upon finding himself at the receiving end of Poseidon’s cold and stoic stare. He shrugged his shoulders. Man, he had heard rumors of his sudden protectiveness towards his wife, but he never expected him to be this overly protective. He was merely trying to figure out if his wife was always glowing like this or not. Both figuratively and literally.

Alright, maybe he was checking you out a little bit.

Unlike the god of the seas, his wife greeted Zeus, and all the familiar gods with a warm smile. It had been ages since you had seen them all together, and the sight brought a sense of nostalgia to the days where you had first earned their favor, then their respect, and then their friendship. Although your story might not be as mighty (and as physically taxing) as Hercules’ was, you considered those ‘young’ days to also be one of your best apart from getting married to the man god who you had given your heart for and will continue to love and cherish for the rest of your life. Since you became Poseidon’s wife, you had not had much time to do leisure outside the palace, and correspondingly after heralding the title of ‘queen of the seas,’ you had taken it upon yourself to help your husband in matters concerning his own kingdom and the vast seas themselves.

“Master Zeus—” Zeus threw you a knowing look. “My apologies, Zeus, it’s such a pleasure to see you again!”

“Same here, little lady! Judging by the frequent calmness of the Atlantic Ocean, I trust you and my brother are faring along quite well?” The father of all gods chuckled, then wiggled his gray eyebrows. “Why, I must say, me and most of the other Olympians have been waiting for some new gods and goddesses to rule alongside us, if you know what I mean! Ehe he~”

Characteristic of your husband, Poseidon simply scoffed before muttering how gods such as themselves need not gossip. Blue eyes never left the Hindu god however, and unbeknownst to his wife, he lingered closer to you than usual whenever the both of you were in public.

This time, Shiva had had enough. He was sure he only looked at the direction of Poseidon’s wife only once, and admired you only once as well, yet he was being skewered by the god’s gaze for longer than what he had intentionally allowed. As if he had openly claimed you as his! He was the god of destruction for heaven’s sake, and would not allow this sacrilegious act, regardless of whoever he had to settle the score with. If it was with another prominent deity, then it would be a lot more fun. Golden eyes narrowed daringly, an equally challenging aura oozing from his form and startling the nearby gods.

“Lord Shiva, are you okay—”

“(Name). How many times do I have to repeat myself? You have no need to refer to other gods with honorifics.” Your attention whipped to your husband, who to your surprise, held a familiar, challenging stance. Unbeknownst to you but the other gods especially Aphrodite, Poseidon simply matched the challenge of the Hindu god. “You are the wife of the seas. All the other gods are beneath you, as they are beneath me as well.”

Upon hearing this, Shiva gripped his concrete armrests too greatly and it crumbled to dust under his strength. Pumped at where this interaction seemed to be heading−the thought of fighting, he stood up, arms on the ready to cause destruction. Despite being in the middle of the crowd and quite far away from the center of the stadium where the couple stood, he caught glimpse of the famous trident he would never be caught dead wielding. Now this was getting interesting!

“My rules are simple: you disrespect me, you die,” He pointed at Poseidon, which the latter found disgusting enough to scrunch up his nose.

“Should we put a stop to this, Lord Zeus?” Hermes asked behind a white gloved hand. Not exceeding any expectations, Zeus laughed after a stroke of his beard and clapped. He always was one to find entertainment in alike situations, especially after the fact that this was the only time, he and all the other gods had really felt Poseidon riled up. The expression on the god of the seas’ face remained calm but it was betrayed by the suffocating, dominating presence he emitted from where he stood.

“And after you die, your wife would become firsthand witness of realizing how your title betrays your strength,” Shiva stretched, but halfway through noticed Poseidon’s quick work of his trident. He took a stance and prepared for the parrying move.

Amidst the unexpected battle that was soon to happen, to everyone’s surprise, a whistling sound echoed along the tension-filled stadium. It was a tune most foreign to the gods, all except one. From your lips, a beautiful melody poured out as a soft gentle breeze seemed to have begun to blow. It was an old tune you had learned from one of your many lifetimes in the mortal world,

And the very same one you had sung to Poseidon that had sustained him in trying moments.

Poseidon came to a full stop, his muscles unmoving as he listened and slowly, put his trident down. What was he thinking? He should not have been swayed by a foolish taunt committed by a foolish god. He was perfection incarnate. His wife would never fall for a foolish antic, so why did he? Now he was both angry and confused with himself. How could he have allowed himself for even a moment, for others to see him angry over this? What even was this?

Without the need to look at you, relishing in your fine tunes reminded him of the initial catalyst to his reaction and an answer to his question. Whenever matters concerned his wife, his emotions, which he learned were out of his control, seemed to defy all rational logic, which, even at the very beginning of your courtship, bypassed his ego. Of course, despite these strong feelings, the one thing Poseidon had control over were his actions. Therefore, he had always had a grip on how he presented himself. Although it was still a slow progress to figuring out this foreign feeling with his wife, the only other being he deemed truly worthy to allow into his life, anyone else will never have a chance of being privy to this side of him−a sentiment that thankfully, his wife shared. Though he never admitted it, he was confused and left mulling over for some time when you had also told him before that you had meant a different thing.

“…Foolish. Gods have no need for wars, we are perfect beings ourselves. You are not the reason for my presence here and are not worthy of my time and attention.” Another long silence fell, finally broken by Poseidon, ignoring the mix of surprised and fearful stares. His legs started carrying him towards the direction of one of the high stage boxes in the stadium. “Come, (Name).”

Shiva, who had his fists out and ready to fight, blinked twice in confusion before grunting, scratching the back of his ear violently in frustration. “You Greek gods have always been boring! And here I thought I’d finally be able to cause some destruction again, this time in Valhalla…”

Other than the Hindu god himself, none would ever understand if he had riled up the Greek god on purpose for the sake of his own entertainment or, perhaps, for something more personal. Zeus, meanwhile, followed the sight of his older brother walking quietly alongside his wife. Aphrodite nodded her head in his direction, affirming his suspicions. He would never fully understand the concept of love, but hey, he did get the message that all would be damned if so much as a single hair went missing on (Name)’s hair. And it seems he was not alone in this thought, as despite Shiva’s aggressive taunting, he also managed to peak into the gravity of the god of seas’ feelings towards his wife.

After Shiva had been calmed down and more gods piled in along with the Valkyries, Zeus set his meeting in motion. From the stands, Poseidon and his wife occupied the two seats that closely resembled their thrones. Eagerly sitting beside the god, (Name) grinned. Every day she had to sit close to her husband or even at times on his lap, she always felt like her body fit snugly against his.

Blue eyes stared uninterested at the spectacle.

“Dearest?” Poseidon turned his head and met your gaze. Any dark smudges had disappeared beneath his eyes, and his mouth that was carved into a seemingly permanent frown softened. His lips went from a thin line to a gentle curve.

“Thank you.”

No more words needed to be said. Poseidon knew what you were thanking him for, and he responded by closing his eyes as though he was swallowing every ounce of serenity that emitted from you. And the taste was sweet…

Above the angry retaliation of the gods regarding the verdict of Ragnarok, Poseidon enjoyed an elusive peace. Even if it was just a simple moment like this, he set his features in calm lines and his shoulders sank−a truly rare sight, a special secret between himself and his wife.

“I don’t care about this. I am eager to go home.” Poseidon whispered under his breath.

A chuckle left his wife’s lips. “We’re going home soon, don’t fret.”