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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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bloody [gow headcanon]

prompt: when they see you covered with blood

character(s): kratos, thor, baldur, tyr, freya, freyr & heimdall

wc: 1.7k || tags&notes: gn!reader, no use of y/n or pronouns, fluff, kisses, touches. anger, madness, violence, getting hurt, blood, a little angst (maybe), lover!reader.

enjoy!

KRATOS likely to show a great anger the first time he sees blood on your body, both feeling irritating sense of not being able to protect you and wonder who had enough encourage to touch you – to hurt you. so, his face shows madness coming from pure rage he feels like he felt on his previous life in greek. however, he tries to hide it – decrease it when his palms hold your cheek, making you look at him directly and answer his, “who did this to you?” question which comes like a poison from his mouth – like he is ready to hold blades of chaos and manslaughter everyone cross his path including those hurt you. you only smile as an ensure that you are fine and the blood don’t belong to you. holding his hands, you use them to travel on your body, feeling there is no wound, just blood of others who tried to hurt you. his hazel eyes filled with sparkles of rage soften each moment his hands travel and finally, he takes relaxed breaths, calming down, looking at you with determined and furrowed eye brows, giving a lecture about how you need to be more careful, even calling him whenever there is a treat. he doesn’t speak aloud but his kisses on your face, his hands on your back to push your body to his, hugging you tightly, he shows how much he is afraid to see you hurting. you mean everything to him alongside atreus. he doesn’t waste any time to show you this while he cleans blood with water and cloth as you watch his massive hands work on your body gently.

THOR is so much like kratos. however, unlike him, thor doesn’t mind using violence at all. he makes you tell names of those who hurt you. if you don’t tell, not wanting to see him acting violently even though they deserve it according to him, he seeks for them after he watches you remove your clothes, getting into a bathtub, cleaning yourself and the wounds you have while thor’s eyes study every part of you from head to toe without any shame, believing he has right to do it without asking for a permission and from deep down, you like seeing him watching you, spending his time like this only for you as his father keep asking him. you know he cares for you, so, you let him sit there, hands on knees, kneeling little towards you. his hands even caress your hair from time to time and after you are done, he picks up clothes you choose for you, helping you get dry and wear them. he kisses every wound you have while doing it, then, he nods, ready to leave for killing those who left marks of violence on your precious body. you let him even if you don’t appreciate his way of solving problems but you know he can’t stop ‘till he breaks bonds, cutting flesh, end their lives.

BALDUR sees them even though you literally try every spell to hide them from him, knowing very well that if he sees them, he will turn into the madman, using advantage side of being an invulnerable god, killing everyone who crosses his path which goes into torturing creatures who touched his beloved without caring your health and being. however, when he finally sees them, he takes an oath to show them no mercy, put the fact that no one in all realms can think of touching you in any ways into their stupid brains before killing them. he probably choose his dragon to burn them all, laughing menacingly and feeling anger leaving his body with flames coming from burnt out bodies. he never blames you for hiding them but he says how you should stay by his side day and night so he can protect you because the world is cruel and he can’t endure the idea of seeing you getting hurt and sad. you are the only one who gives him the meaning of life and being, so, he always shows you this through these actions, protecting you with all costs, not minding whether his father is disappointed or not, not when he sees you alive and beside him – inside his arms.

TYR is not likely to act violent against violence, instead, he chooses to take you into a safe zone he knows well, preparing enough medicine to clean wounds properly, giving you your health back, asking you what went wrong and listening carefully with pure attention as you tell the events openly. he helps you calm yourself down, giving you kisses soft as feathers, effective as sun and beautiful as roses. you let yourself getting rid of both wounds and sadness coming with them thanks to his gentle manner, taking you into his arms, covering your body with his massive one and putting kisses on your hair slowly. he is your safe zone, not the place he takes you into, no, he is the meaning of safety and the intoxicated feeling devour you. yes, he gives some advices about being watchful since all realms include danger but he knows you will get stronger after this incident with his help and he just smiles at you, ensure you that he will stay on your side forever, heal every wound you will have even if it means a hundred time.

FREYA choose not to show her anger when you seek for medicine in her cave, showing where bloods coming from after removing clothes, exposing some parts of your body without thinking twice, being in a safe place giving you confidence to do so. she doesn’t spend any time, picks right and efficient magical spells and potion, using them to make you better – to see you well, safe and sound which she needs to see every day and night. she doesn’t like when you pull a wry face because of the pain, no, she prefers you with a strong gesture and full health. she tells you to rest in her cave, not thinking about anything, just reaching your health back while she discovers how you get hurt – who you get violence from, and she doesn’t think for second time as strong devilish magic of her finds their targets, giving them pain – much more than you felt, anger’s sparkles on her eyes, glowing lights on her palms and arms. she listens sounds that her targets make, her anger getting lower. when she finally is done with them, she rushes to see you again and preparing food to eat – good one because you need to recover and she needs to show her concern through intimate moments. also, she is determined to teach you lots of protection magic and spells ‘till your mind is filled with them.

FREYR ‘s face will brighten with concern as he rushes to you, his hands reaching to you, grapping your arms, caressing them from up to down ‘till he holds your hands, asking so many questions in a minute such as whether you are okay or not, need anything from him, how you are covered in such blood. his concerned and calm manner changes into angry and mad one as he asks questions like ‘who did this to you’. he needs to know it – he wonders who can put a finger on you in the realm in which he opened his eyes for the first time, called as home. he is ready to take down those stupid creatures who thought they can hurt you and get away with it. however, he is just a silly because you just go for a hunt and the prey’s blood is all over you, so, you aren’t injured, no, instead, you are good and when you tell him that while holding his cheeks, half-laughing, he blinks so many times you ask if he is okay. when he comes to himself once again, he hugs you, saying how happy he is to see you weren’t hurt. he takes you from the hand into his special room, spending some times – some intimate times with you in there, letting you realize how much you mean to him, “don’t do that again. you have no idea how I can go mad if I see you hurt.” you listen him, then, you say you will not scare him like that again. also, you let him go for a few hunts with you after that day because every time he looks at you with cute eyes, making you become softer and let him travel behind you all the time.

HEIMDALL is surprised and taking back when he sees your face and upper body filled with red blood. firstly, he goes for your mind, reading it to understand how you ended with these much blood. when he sees the fights you had before coming back to asgard – to him, how you got cuts from here to there, nothing serious but enough to make your face darken with pain, his own anger blooms inside his stomach. he is angry because of both how they dared to touch you in the first place and how he failed to show to all realms that no one could touch you since you are beloved one of heimdall, son of odin, god of foresight and lord of the asgard. he notes that he will travel around all realms, making every living beings understand the consequences of hurting and even touching you, heimdall’s beloved one and lover who he can burn all places for. after that, he lets you approach him with a shy expression, knowing he already knows how you ended up like that. you hate to be weak and you hate more when heimdall sees you weak. however, he shows no cockiness as he makes his way to you, putting a hand on your cheek to caress it, saying, “I will make sure each of them suffer enough to remember it ‘till they reach for hell.” with glowing purple eyes filled with proud because of seeing you fight for your life, coming back to him, and rage because of seeing faces of your attackers. he then makes you to follow him into his room he barely uses just for spending time with you in private, removing your clothes, cleans your wounds, reads your thoughts and feeling protective over you. he realizes how his hands go crazy while thinking how it was so easy for those attackers to hurt you while he is afraid to touch you sometimes. he will be their nightmare for sure and he goes for their heads after he spends a quite calm night with you on bed, giving you the love you needs to see after such violent incident.

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yell0ws0ul · 3 months

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GUYS WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY KRATOS, BALDUR AND TYR FICS HUH?!??! WHERE ARE THEY?!?! SIT DOWN AND WRITE YA'LL😡

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wrr000 · 1 year

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Odin's sons when you randomly kiss them - short headcanons

AN: I hope it's not too cringe;; I wanted to write something short while working on request, so please don't take this too seriously, just a silly hcs

Summary: Heimdall, Thor, Tyr and Baldur being soft, big fluff and a lots of hugging, kissing in the cheek, kinda romantic headcanons in general?

Warning: none, just short

--Heimdall

You thought you could suprise him? Well, you didn't

He heard your footsteps from behind and actually expects either hug or sweet kiss in a cheek

Luckly, it was the second option

"OH, you want my attention so badly, don't you sunshine?"

Even tho he acted so unphased and cocky--inside he was exploding from happiness

The fact that you wanted to make him feel loved, that you were thinking about him

And on one hand it's obvious since he is your lover, but on the other hand Heimdall really miss love from other person

I don't think he ever experience genuinely feelings nor he showed his vulnerable side

So moments like these have a great value to him, I can asure you

You should do that more often! This man needs it

He don't kiss you back because he expect to receive three more times with that cheeky smile on his face

And you fell for it

--Thor

You always know how to cheer him up

He grabs you into a hug immediately, kissing you back into the lips

His face was hot-red with soft smile and it's one of the few times when you sees him being actually happy

"What did I do to earn this, honey?"

Thor is always so brute and ruthless in battles, but with you? Whole different person

He became so gentle and loving

Thor isn't scared or ashamed to show his true emotions to you because you didn't sees him as a monster

Probably would give you a thousands kiss all around your face while still hugging you tightly

He doesn't want to let you go, he feels safe

Aesir wants you to do this more often, but I feel like he doesn't want to say that out loud

But you know

--Tyr

Soft, big softie, grateful big shy softie

He saw many things, met many people, been to many realms and yet you always finds a way to make him flush

That really surprised him, but he doesn't want to leave you hanging forever

Definitely would kiss you back and take you to his arms

"Thank you, little one, you are very dear to me"

This man is so gentle

Tyr loves your thinking about small things like random kisses which makes his love even stronger

Your generosity won't go unnoticed

He doesn't want receive only, but also put something from himself into this relationship

Make you feel loved

Be ready to some night cuddling or special gift from another realm

He likes what you did and you should do it again for sure

It's not like he needs a proof, but it feels good to know that he's important to you

--Baldur

Sadly, he can't feel your smooth lips which really hurts him

He can only imagine this warm and sweet kiss

A sad smile appeared on his face at the thought

"It's good to know that you're still trying babe, but it's not gonna work"

You hug him as tight as you can, burying your face in his shoulder

Baldur hugged you back, but careful not to crush you

His heart begins to beat slower with every second

Being in your arms was a relief to him from damn world, sometimes he even forgots about his curse

Or rather he wants to forgot

But it's not that simple and you both knows that

He was so grateful for having you by his side, a person who doesn't judge and can rely on

Your every action means everything to him, so keep doing that

He knows that you want to break the curse as much as he does

Maybe your little kiss will do it? Let's see another time

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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freya learning she is a grandmother. (Baldur daughter)

I included before and after scenarios of Baldur and Freyas falling out, because I couldn't resist lol.

Headcanon/Preference # 16

Picture NOT mine.

| Before the falling out |

• So if this happens before she casts her spell to protect her son...

• She will make an even worse mistake.

• You're so little and frail, so sweet and beautiful. A true gem to the realms, and the fruit of Baldurs light.

• So in order to protect you, she impulsively casts the spell over you instead of her son.

• She was ecstatic to be a grandmother, and to care for you whenever you're father would allow her to.

• She thought she was doing a good thing by casting her protection spell over you.

• But when she comes to realize the repercussions of her actions... The side affects the spell had on you.

• She felt horrible, and tried her best to keep it from Baldur, fearing he would keep you from her.

• That didn't last long, he knew you so well already, and the moment he realized you no longer cared to eat anything, though the lack of nourishment never seemed to harm you.

• And you no longer reacted when he blew raspberries onto your pudgy little tummy, something that used to put you into a fit of giggles so strong you often spit up a bit.

• He immediately sought out healers to make sure you were not ill.

• And when he learned it was magic... Vanir magic... He immediately turned to his mother, accusing her of all sorts of horrible things.

• She tried to defend herself, and tried to make him understand that she was only trying to protect you.

• But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

• In Baldur's eyes, she had betrayed him in the worst possible way, she had cursed his child, his only child.

• He would never forgive her for this, and if he were strong enough, he'd have killed her for it.

• Baldur's light grew dark, but never against you, his little shining star.

• And he swore that no matter what it took, he'd find a way to reverse this, even if that meant traveling to unknown worlds.

• Even if he had to fight dragons, trolls, giants, or ogres with his bare hands, or even burn worlds to ash and ruin, he'd find a way.

• You were still a babe when she was cast out, and you don't actually remember her, but you do remember the lullaby she used to hum to you.

| After the falling out |

• She never knew about you until Atreus mentioned the young god/goddess traveling with Baldur.

• She tried to subtly ask Atreus about you, and with how close he describes your relationship, she initially assumes you're a lover.

• Desperate to know more she scours Midgard for more answers, and is astonished to find you are in fact Baldur's child.

• She's hurt that she was never told about your birth, or that she was there to watch you grow.

• She's also honestly surprised Odin didn't rub the news in her face, considering everything else he's done to her.

• Now that she knows about you, she's desperate to meet you. Even so desperate to go to Mímir for advice on how she could cross paths with you.

• And eventually that time comes, and you meet her while scouting for your father. Which is probably ideal considering he'd freak out if he knew.

• You're admittedly confused when this strange woman begins talking to you as if she'd known you your whole life.

• "Look at how beautiful you've become." She beamed. "You have your father's eyes." Her own eyes glossed over.

• "Do I know you?" You questioned, your hand placed on the hilt of your sword, unsure if you could trust this woman.

• She notices your unease, and hold her hands up a little to show you she means no harm. "I'm afraid not, but I know you."

• "Who are you?" You demanded with a growing fire in your eyes, it's then she realizes you've inherited not only your father's rage and distrust, but his father's as well.

• "I am your grandmother Freya." She explains with a sad smile, wishing she could embrace you in a warm and reassuring hug.

• You scowl in return. "You're the reason my father suffers." You hiss with venom, and she wondered for a moment if you'd kill her for it.

• She bowed her head in shame, you'd probably never understand her side of the story, as your father had clearly ingrained his side into your mind.

• "You better hope father doesn't find you. He intends on killing you if he ever does." You warned before stalking away, vanishing before she could stop you.

• She felt even worse now, than she had when she first found out about you.

• Because now she had met you, and she knew you cared not for her, you didn't sympathize with her.

• You merely pitted her, and that hurt so much more, than if you had outright hatted her.

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raven-loop · 1 year

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heeey, can I request a one shot of Baldur x fem reader?, where the reader is the daughter of kratos or related to him.

• One Day •

Pairing: Baldur X Female!Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of Kratos and older sister of Atreus, you find yourself questioning some of your actions. Someone helps you take your mind off it a bit.

Deep in the Wildwoods, it was safe and serene. Just like your mother intended it to be. To keep you and your little brother safe. From what? Everything.

Being the daughter of Kratos and the older sister of Atreus was never easy. Still, you adored your family. As distant as your father was, or as impatient - at times - as your brother could be, they were all you had.

Since you were old enough, your father trusted that you could take care of yourself when alone. And now he was off somewhere helping Atreus learn to hunt. Atreus wanted you to accompany them, but your father said, "No. He must learn himself." It was a cold thing of your father to say, but that's what your father always was: cold.

"Your mind." A hand grabbed your face in a somewhat gentle grip, "It's clouded..." Bright, icy eyes met your own, "But with what?"

You sighed, the cold air could be seen leaving you mouth. It hit the face of the man you were staring at, but of course he didn't mind it. He didn't feel it. "Nothing," Your hand caressed the side of his face, "It's just that... If my father-"

"Your father can't control you." Baldur's grip tightened without his knowledge. Only when your face twisted slightly did he realise and let go. "I won't let your father keep you from me."

It had been some time since you and Baldur first met. He almost killed you, until he realised it wasn't you he was looking for. He then said, "You're weak. I'll spare you whatever bit of a life you still have to live." Only the gods know how you two managed to get together after that.

Though, somehow, you both managed to find topics to talk about. You both had... Issues with your parents, in a way. Baldur had it much worse with his mother. As you both grew closer, he told you about his curse. How it ruined his life. And how he wanted to rid himself of it. He was angry, so very angry, yet somehow, you calmed him. Your very presence made him forget, if only for a moment, that he was cursed. And when he realised that, he never wanted to let you go.

Baldur and Kratos fought before. You know that. And yet, you still chose him. A god. An Aesir. It worried you that your father wouldn't want to know you as his daughter if he knew who you were with. Who you were going against his back to see.

Baldur could sense your worry, he's grown to know when you became too quiet, it meant you were thinking a bit too much. Right now he didn't have many words that would bring you comfort, so he just tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you so your back was right against his chest.

You smiled to yourself. He was trying his best for you, and it made your heart flutter in ways no one else was ever able to. And that's when you remember why you chose him. Why you did all of this to be with him. His head rested on your shoulder, his breath tickling you as you both stared out into the snowy lands.

"You didn't lie when you said you knew beautiful places in Midgard," You murmured. The area you two were resting at overviewed the snowy landscape below, and further ahead you could see the Lake of Nine. The man behind you hummed, "Did you doubt my words?" There was a teasing tone in his voice.

You laughed slightly, "Doubt you? I'd never think about it." He tilted his head so that his next words blew directly into your ear, "Good." You shuddered at his cold breath, making him release an amused sound.

Soon the lands grew colder, and the sun lowered with each passing moment. Baldur knew what that meant: You had to leave. Sighing, you gently pried yourself away from Baldur's grip as much as it hurt you to. You heard him groan in disapproval, but he didn't stop you. And soon he got up as well.

It was silent before his raspy voice broke it, "Travel the realms with me." Surprised, you were at loss for words, turning your head to look up at him again. You swallowed, "Baldur, you know we can't-" "I can protect you." His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, "I can show you so much more than what this land has to offer."

It became silent again as you both stared deeply into each others eyes. You squeezed his hand gently, mindlessly tracing the tattoo on it, "One day, my love. One day."

He chuckled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Trust me, my dear. I will be waiting for that day."

AN: First fic out! I hope you enjoyed it <3 Don't be shy to criticise me, I would love feedback on how I write (please be kind about it tho). I kinda made it into a forbidden romance so I hope that's what you wanted! Also it's a bit short so sorry about that :')

#Gow #Gow x reader #Baldur #God of war x reader #Baldur x reader #reader insert #x reader

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grievedeeply · 1 year

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Hello!! If you're down for it, could I request some general relationship headcanons for Brok, Sindri, Thor, Modi, and Baldur? (If you don't want to do that many characters feel free to skip whoever you want.) Either way, thank you for your time!

sure! decided to skip brok and sindri since i don't write for them romantically as of right now, but thank you for the request and sorry these are short! i'm open to making longer ones :)

gn!reader | no tws

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relationship headcanons with thor, modi and baldur

thor

first and foremost, this man is great at making you feel safe. his size, strength, power— everything about him just exudes protection

he's a good cuddler even though he pretends to hate it. he'll let you sleep on top of him and just keep his arms wrapped around you, holding you close

you keep him grounded. you help him through everything. you try to help him realize his worth and you hate how brainwashed he is by odin

he isn't the best boyfriend by any means, but he tries. he wants the best for you and knows that it isn't him. yet you stay. he wonders why, but decides against asking too much out of fear you'll come to your senses

modi

he is so incredibly insecure in himself. his father doubts him and his grandfather thinks he's worthless. he's ignored by everyone and treated lower than his brother, so when you come along and want to be with him???

he's shocked. he likes you a lot, but he never expected you to pick him over magni

you're a big help to him in realizing his worth. your reassuring and comforting words mean more to him than he could ever explain

he worries a lot about fucking up and you finding someone better than him, no matter how many times you tell him that won't happen

baldur

he hates how he can't feel your touch. he sees your hand on his arm, his chest, his face— but he feels nothing. he knows it's there. he wishes he could feel you in the way you feel him

even though he can't feel it, he enjoys physical affection. it reminds him that you love him even though he thinks you shouldn't

you'll be the first person he's ever truly opened up to. he tells you everything about his strained relationship with his mother, too. he almost regrets it until he sees your reaction— gentle and kind. as you always are with him

you're so sweet to him. you're a comforting presence that he never wants to go away, and he'll go to any lengths to protect you. you're the only thing he really has in this world and he doesn't intend to let you get hurt in any way

#god of war x reader #gow x reader #god of war ragnarok spoilers #god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow #thor x reader #baldur x reader #modi x reader

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imaginethatneathuh · 4 months

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Lies: Baldur - God of War (2018)

Baldur x Reader, friends to potential lovers

The reader is trying to sleep, but their friend Baldur interrupts. They eventually end up cuddling, leading to Baldur finding out something new about his curse.

TW/CW: Mentions of Baldur's curse, mental deterioration, insomnia, loneliness.

Word Count: 2.1+K

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Staring at the wood above you, you make out the profile of a screaming face in the knot. You tilt your head to the side, and the face transforms in the faint firelight. It’s now a fist with a few missing fingers. Titling your head back into its original position, you giggle.

‘It looks better as a face,’ you decide.

You’d entertained yourself for hours like this, imagining random things and talking to yourself in your head. Despite the intent to sleep, you couldn’t seem to settle down enough to do so. A million and one thoughts wheeled around in your head. The one person who, without fail, quelled those thoughts wasn’t here. But you had to sleep one way or another, with or without him.

The smile falls from your face as you turn onto your side, pulling the heavy furs and blankets over your body. They act as an impenetrable shield against the chill of the late-night air that would likely seep through by morning.

Your mind drifted back to your friend as you tried to get comfortable.

Despite how odd he’d become over the years, your dear friend’s presence was a comfort that often allowed you to rest when you otherwise couldn’t. He was your safe place. Without him, you felt exposed and vulnerable to anything and anyone who could hurt you.

If you were lucky, he might come in later and lay with you. He did that sometimes. It was nice.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and hope to find sleep soon.

•

You wake, mouth dry, to a cold, dark room lit only by the moon’s will.

The fire has long since been snuffed out by neglect. The chill in the air made you pause. Your small home usually held heat well; it was only when the door opened that heat escaped into the cold of the night.

In the shadows lurking around the room, you feel like someone is there, watching your every move. Just watching and nothing more. Their eyes bear into you as if probing, searching for something that remains hidden from them.

You sigh and tug the covers closer.

“How much longer are you going to stare at me, Baldur?” You ask, frustration flickering through your tone. It didn’t stay long, fading as quickly as it came. Though you tried, you couldn’t remain mad or even annoyed at the god for long. You cared for him too much.

A small chuckle sounds through the dark room. “I don’t know. However long I feel like it, I suppose.”

Opening your eyes, you sit and push your covers off. “Come here.” You pat the space next to you on the bed.

There’s a creak as Baldur stands from a chair he’d put in the corner. “You do know I can’t feel a thing, right?” He asked, almost teasingly, though there was a tinge of sadness and longing behind it. “I don’t know what you’re hoping to accomplish by getting me into bed.”

You snort as he nears. “If you must know, I plan on using you as a pillow,” you say as you move around some more, pushing yourself as far from the edge as possible.

It’s your bed’s turn to creak as Baldur sits, his eyes glued to it as he manoeuvres his way around. He’d learned early on that it was nearly impossible to navigate in the dark without touch.

It was yet another thing stolen from him by this damn curse.

“Lay down, Baldur,” you grumble as you grab the top layer of your covers.

With only an eye-roll, he does as you say, flopping onto your bed. Despite the force, it didn’t knock the breath out of him like it would have a normal person. Like it used to do to him.

It was strange how much he missed the little things like that. Things as simple as the wind against his skin, the feel of clothing on his body, and even getting out of breath. He longed for it all desperately now that it was out of his reach.

He watched you intently as you folded a blanket up and laid it over his chest. Baldur wished he could feel it. Not only did he miss the simple feeling of the cloth itself, but he also missed you. The absence of your warm, gentle touch left a hole in his heart.

“What’s that for?” He asked, focusing back on you in the dim moonlight.

He barely made out your shrug.

“Knowing you, you probably walked out here without anything more than your trousers, and I don’t feel like getting poked in the face by your nipples.”

That caused him to laugh as you landed on his chest with a thud, pulling your covers with you.

“Fair enough,” he muttered in the dark.

At that moment, he wished he could feel you trying to get comfortable on his chest. Instead, all he could do was hear the shifting of your covers and your light grunts and grumbles.

There was once a time when that wasn’t the case. Years ago, Baldur remembered, he could feel your warmth leeching into him, your skin against his own, and your nails tracing random patterns or the intricate curves of his tattoos.

He’d missed his chance back then to tell you how he felt. Now, though, he didn’t feel like he deserved what little you gave him.

Baldur knew that he wasn’t the same god as he once was. He knew he’d broken down mentally, little by little, as the years went by. Shit, he knew that even if he got his ability to feel back right this very second and started to get back what he’d lost mentally, it wouldn’t be fair of him to ask you to wait for him to recover. He loved you too much to ask that of you.

Baldur wondered why you still let him keep the key you’d given him, why you let him watch over you as you slept even though he no longer could enjoy something so simple, and especially why you invited him to stay beside you in your bed.

It felt like someone else should be here, in his place. Someone who could wrap their arms around you without needing to see precisely what they were doing. Someone who could feel you against them. Someone who was warm and wouldn’t poke your eye out with their hard nipple.

You didn’t seem to mind, though. Every night he came, you worked with it rather than telling him to stop coming, never complaining for more than a joke.

Sometimes, he could almost forget, even briefly, that he was cursed. If he recalled his last memories of this where he could feel you, he could almost believe the curse was just some horrid dream and nothing more.

The thought made him want to weep.

But he couldn’t do that.

When he was alone, he’d weep. Let the tears stream down his face until they were all dried up, and all that’s left is a yearning to feel their path along his cheeks and for your delicate touch to wipe them away.

But not here. Not now. The last thing he wanted was to scare you with his tears.

He released a shaky breath and stared at the ceiling, wishing this whole thing was just some cruel nightmare he would wake from.

It wasn’t, though, and he knew it.

Still, a god can dream.

•

You hummed as you snuggled against him, letting an ungloved hand dip beneath the blanket you’d laid on his chest.

It had been years since you’d touched him skin-on-skin. It was usually when you’d lay your head on his chest on nights like these. These times were the only times you could stand touching anyone’s skin. But you mostly let it happen because it was Baldur, and you enjoyed the feel of him. No one else mattered, not when you had him.

You sighed, content, as your hand met his stomach, flattening itself against the tattooed skin. You traced a few hearts over the inked patterns for a moment before stilling. You pushed your hand up in one fluid motion, nails wracking a path across his chest to rest on his other pec.

•

Baldur paused in his thoughts. He could have sworn that he felt something on his chest. A fleeting feeling that disappeared just as quick as it came. It was almost like a ghost of a sensation. In the back of his mind, he knew it was nothing more than a phantom of a touch once familiar to him, his mind tricking him into thinking he was feeling something based on old memories when, in reality, he was still as numb as ever. Still, though, he indulged this phantom feeling and let his mind wander back to his last night of being able to feel you. The caress of your hand against his upper chest, rubbing against his skin. Honestly, it felt so real it almost made him cry.

He swallowed the tears, though.

If his crying woke you up… Well, that’d be just another thing to feel guilty over.

He heard you hum quietly, swearing he felt your hand move against his body, your nails lightly tracing over his tattoos as if by memory.

It was just a lie, though. Baldur had to remind himself of that. His mind was just lying to him. After all, he couldn’t feel anything else. Not the air on his face, the blankets covering him, or the clothes on his body. It would be crazy, even for him, to believe he could feel you and nothing else.

It had to be crazier than even him, but he felt your hand move against him again, and it felt so fucking real, so real that it had to be.

Still, Baldur could not let himself get his hopes up. After all, he still couldn’t feel anything else.

He was quiet as he asked, barely a murmur as he said: “Are you moving?”

After you didn’t respond, he tried again, a little louder: “Are you moving?”

You sniffled and nodded lazily against his chest. Then, of course, you remembered he couldn’t feel anything and whispered a yes.

“Why?” You asked.

Baldur bolted up like lighting did down, pushing you and the blanket from his chest.

“Baldur!” You huffed.

“Sorry,” he said.

Baldur squinted, trying to make you out in the dark before touching what he hoped was your shoulder. Upon touching it, he quickly realised that it was not your shoulder but your neck.

“Baldur, that’s my neck. Let go.”

He let out a huff and a laugh in complete disbelief.

“I know, I know it’s your neck. It’s too big to be your shoulder,” Baldur said, his voice cracking. “Far softer, too.”

“What?”

“I- I can feel.” He paused as he gently cupped your face with one hand. “I can feel you.”

Tears fell freely from his eyes, but he didn’t know that. Nor did he really care.

“You’re all I can feel, but I can still feel you!”

You paused, astonished, before you grinned like a madman in the dark. Instinctively, you reached out to him, wanting to get as close as possible. Before the curse, he had craved affection like an addict. You knew his yearning had only increased after all these years of nothingness.

“That’s great, Baldur,” you said. “I’m happy for you.”

Then, something odd happened.

You felt his other hand resting on your cheek before he kissed you.

Soft and gentle like kitten fur.

Yeah, you were pretty sure that was a kiss. The pressure of another’s lips against your own made that clear. It was surreal. Still, your tired mind couldn’t catch up to what was happening until it was too late to respond in kind.

Taking this as a sign of rejection, Baldur pulled away. And, though you couldn’t see it, Baldur found himself cringing in wait, expecting your rejection.

He allowed his mind to wander as silence consumed your home. Would you hit him? Maybe yell and ask him what it was, exactly, that made him think it was okay to kiss you? Worse yet, what if you told him to leave and never speak to you again?

“Baldur,” you said.

“Yes.”

“Did you just kiss me?”

You could hear him gulping.

“Yes…”

“Could you do it again?”

Baldur giggled at that before giving your lips a light peck again.

You hummed as he pulled away, chasing his lips for one more kiss before he let his hands rest on your shoulders and trace down your arms.

Baldur rested his forehead against yours, and you knew he was grinning even without a light.

You squeezed one of his sides before speaking. “Can I sleep now?”

He snorted before falling back onto the bed. “Fine, but I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m okay with that.”

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purringsquid · 1 year

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Heimdall x Reader, wedding

(PART 1)

You are a goddess of secrecy and hidden knowledge, something you had learned very soon Odin values overall. You are also a patroness the dead, which is no coincidence. You can hear their voices, just as your now husband can hear the thoughts of the living. Again, no coincidence there, Odin had chosen you specifically in hope that you give him a grandchild that would combine your and his son’s powers or as he put it ‘will have the wit Heimdall clearly lacks to use his powers to their fullest’.

Speaking of your husband. When they first introduced you, you thought the All-father was playing a joke on you. You have traveled a long way, came through the trouble of putting on your best dress and setting your hair on the road, just for the son of Odin to scoff and say;

“She’s adequate.”

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You are far from the prettiest woman at your own wedding, that honor is left to Sif, who you, despite a bit of healthy jealousy, will soon love like a sister - sooner than you will grow onto your own husband, that is.

You look on your reflection in the shiny wase of flowers you yet cannot name. Sif's handmaids made you look more beautiful than you ever were, and it makes you feel proud. If only your husband saw it the same. Everyone seemed more thrilled to talk to you than your he was.

"Hey, bride?" Thor is leaning over Sif and pointing at you with his cup. "You had mead before?"

"Not as good as this one, no."

He grunted in approval. At least he made it easy to know what he wants to hear. Again, unlike your husband, who seemed annoyed if anything.

"Idiot pleaser, as if we didn't have enough of those."

You are sure, that you heard your husband acknowledge you for the first time that night. It might be the warmth of alcohol, that makes you swallow down a bitter answer and turn to him instead. Happy that he finally noticed your existence.

"Why do you ignore me the whole night? Dance with your bride!" You request with forced cheerfulness.

"I'm good." He grins and you have no time to think of the meaning of his answer because Magni gets up reaching his hand to you.

"I will dance with you, lady Y/N."

You laugh, accepting the boy's hand. The dance is uncoordinated but fun, he lifts you up like you weight nothing and makes you laugh so loud you forget about your husband’s attitude. You let him guide you in the dance and laugh at his bragging, jokes and occasional gossips.

After the song ends you don't get a breath before Modi, who in his boyishness needs to copy his brother, asks you for a dance himself. You accept. They remind you of your own little brothers and their playful rivalry. He is certainly worse at managing his alcohol than his brother is. He almost falls on you and visibly swallows what’s getting back up his throat multiple times.

Then right before he’s about to fail to hold his puke anymore, Baldur comes to rescue pushing Modi away, letting him run away from the dance floor to do his thing. “Those two would tear you apart rather than let the other have a longer dance. They are good for heavy work and nothing else.”

It seems almost as if he just wanted to prevent Modi from puking on you and leave, but then as you almost start walking away, he lays his hand on your waist and moves. “But you haven’t won neither.” He actually dances a known dance you recognize and correctly too, something you wouldn’t expect from Aesir in the middle of their party.

“Between you and me, I would rather marry Magni than Heimdall.” He spins you around until you lose your feet and then catches you in his arms.

“But I would enjoy being torn apart.”

You laugh and he helps you stand still. Your head had not yet noticed that you are no longer spinning, but with how drunk you are, it’s not fully unpleasant, especially since Baldur lets you lean against him.

“May I?” At last Thor asks for a dance himself, gesturing for Baldur to leave, which he does, but not before bowing and adding. “When you get tired of his blond ass I will be still here.”

You don’t dwell on his words, you just acknowledge them with a laugh and focus on the god before you. You have to admit you are a bit jealous of Sif, Thor is charming, and you cannot help yourself but to take in the sight of his body with joy. Your own groom is nothing to compare. Your eyes flash in his direction but he is not in his chair. You pay it no mind. Too distracted by Thor’s strong hand on your hip.

He dances more like Baldur than his sons, but there’s something more personal about it. He makes mistakes and laughs on them, picks you off the floor at times and presses your body against his a little too tight. He is a joy to dance with. Then he speaks and the mood changes.

"You hear the dead, don't you?"

He grunts. "Can you hear my mother too?"

You lay your head to his chest and listen. You push the noises in the room away focusing instead on the soft voices behind it. You do not notice that your dance had stopped but you notice the cold presence at Thor's side.

‘Odin lies. He had changed. He lies to you. You are smart, my child, he lies to you, so you don't think of why he makes you kill your own kind. He had changed. My perfect boy, you must-‘

You twitch, pulling away from your dance partner.

"She called you smart." You smile on him. “And handsome.”

"You mock me." He says, letting go of you. The cheery has atmosphere broken.

You watch him leave, confused, but sure that this will make sense once you sober up. You are about to head to the table and pour yourself one more mug to forget the awkwardness, but you are stopped by another hand on your waist. You are about to refuse this dance, as your legs are starting to get tired, but when you turn you see the All-Father himself looking back at you.

"May I have a dance, Lady Y/N?" He asks and it’s not your place to refuse.

So, you dance with him, his moves swifter than you would assume but still slower than his grandsons’. He pulls you close and leans to your ear as you dance.

"The dead have nothing to say here in Asgard, Y/N. You will not voice their concerns again, do you understand?"

"Yes, All-Father." It’s an order and you know it.

He leads you back to the table and you look around but cannot spot your groom.

“He left as soon as Baldur asked you to dance.” The All-Father explained. “You will find him in his room.”

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end of part 1

tell me what you think, it's my first fic

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theautisticcentre · 4 months

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Hi, I had this idea for Baldur after the final battle whilst he was choking his mother Freya Female Reader Baldur's wife comes and tells Baldur to stop, Baldur gets angry telling Reader she deserves to die. Still, Reader, tells him that death will be too easy for her and says "I think the best punishment for a grandmother is to not meet her grandchild" When Baldur hears that his wife is pregnant with his child he feels a swarm of joy in his heart....

OK, but gen question, is it OK if I send you a fic request after this?

Baldur's hands left Freya's throat in pure shock.

He had never thought that this was possible. His mind had only run with thoughts of vengeance on his mother when not spending time with you. He...had never thought of this as a possibility in his life.

"You mean...you're..." he asked, hints of shock, worry, and joy in his voice. You simply nodded. "I learnt when I felt them kicking in my belly." Baldur's gaze turned to your stomach, where your child was being carried. He dropped to his knees as his hands brushed against it.

Oh, how he loved regaining feeling now...being able to feel your stomach, as it carried your baby. He laid a soft kiss on it, as a smile faintly appeared on his face.

Completely forgetting about Freya, his attention was now purely on you, as you both walked off from Freya, Atreus and Kratos, leaving to be together, as Baldur felt his life now had a new purpose.

#god of war #gow baldur #gow freya #baldur x reader

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artsykidwolf-2000 · 1 year

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Baldur (GoW) x reader, crushing and confessing headcanons?

This one will be easy enough. I hope I do it justice!

BALDUR X NB!READER HEADCANONS

Warnings: it's Baldur, there's bound to be broken bones or blood bc of some dumb crap he's done...

Rating: FLUFFY

Requested by: anonymous

★★★★★★★★★

Knowing Baldur, he doesn't know how to express his feelings very well. He's been sheltered, manipulated, you name it. (Plus his spell didn't quite help)

When he first laid eyes on you, he didn't know if it was true love or it was a phase. He might also thinks he has a stomach ache...if he could feel it at least.

He'd try to get his mind straight by fighting something or fighting one of his brothers. Like Thor or Heimdall because he's a hot headed asshole.

You on the other hand can't get him out of your mind!

Every time you see him he is either sweaty from working out, not even tired from it, or he's bloodied and bruised to Hel and back bc Heimdall was his sparing partner. No worries he heals pretty quickly. Especially when he sees you.

As time goes on you start to see less and less of Baldur. He's either tracking for Odin or something of the sort. Even Magni and Modi started going with him.

One day he finally worked up his courage to tell you his feelings, although it's pretty blunt and kinda sarcastic in a way due to his upbringing. He knew what love was just didn't know where to start but you said yes to him anyways.

Let's just say he nearly crushed you in a hug.

He did have the gentlest kiss though.

For the days you had spent with him were fruitful ones. That was until...he never came back...you swore you could hear his voice on the winds of Asgard speaking...

"Snow..."

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takusan-no-ai · 1 year

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Sparring Match

PAIRING: Freya x Male Reader, Kratos/Heimdall/Thor/Baldur x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: (Y/N), their crush, beats them in a sparring match.

Freya loves sparring with you since she sees it as a time to bond and help train each other. However, you always lose to her. You say it’s because she was the Valkyrie Queen, but she says it’s just bad luck.

Eventually you’ve had enough and plan out how to win against Freya by confessing your feelings to her. You even got help from her brother, Freyr, who gave you advice on how to be a “man worthy of Freya’s love” as he put it.

In your next sparring match, you used Freya’s mutual crush on you to your advantage. Flirting with her, playfully teasing her, making her lower her guard. All so that you can win against her and ask to be her boyfriend. Safe to say, Freya didn’t complain about losing to you.

If you instead win with pure strength, strategy, and willpower, Freya will be very impressed and congratulate you for your victory.

Even if you’re on par with Kratos, he will still hold back. The Ghost of Sparta wouldn’t dare go full out against you. This doesn’t mean that he lets you win; he wants you to be able to protect yourself.

There are two ways you can win, and one of them is quite cruel. You could pretend to be hurt by one of Kratos’ punches. This will cause him to frantically look over you for any injuries, and it will be your moment to overpower him.

Another way is to seduce Kratos. You’re an attractive woman and Kratos is very much in love with you. If you play your cards right you could trick him in a nicer way to lowering his guard, effectively giving you a chance to win.

If you instead win without playing tricks Kratos will momentarily congratulate you and then suggest that he up the challenging combat.

Heimdall is an obstacle not just anybody can overcome. He won’t go easy on anyone, not even you. The only difference is that he’ll humor you and won’t actively try to kill you.

No trick can work on Heimdall. If you have to think, then he’s already seen it coming. He won’t even give you the handicap of not reading your mind. You could try and seduce him, but it’s less likely to work since it won’t be a spur of the moment action; You’re a beautiful woman, but you’re also a scheming one, and he’s already prepared for that.

The only possible way you could defeat him is by going blank. Act purely on instinct, clear your mind, and let your body do the fighting on its own. Even better if you’re capable of fighting with your eyes closed.

If you beat Heimdall either with this strategy or just by fighting like you usually do he’ll congratulate you, but he’ll be a bit upset if you didn’t even do the mind blank strategy. It’ll cause him to think he’s losing his touch and convince him to train even harder.

Thor is incredibly strong; He even posed a challenge for Kratos. There is no doubt that unless you’re incredibly strong yourself Thor will have to hold back against you.

He doesn’t really care for sparring, he’s always kind of just been strong. But he’d rather up his chances of you becoming his girlfriend by getting closer to you than losing you to someone else.

Thor doesn’t mind giving you as many handicaps as you want. The fact that you’re capable of at least holding your own up to him means you’re already able to protect yourself good enough.

If you do beat him he’d opt to celebrate with a fun outing, just you and him. He might also consider confessing afterwards; seeing you best him made Thor fall in love all over again.

If Baldur hasn’t been cured of his curse then you’re going to have to “kill” him in order for it to count, since he can’t feel anything. This is the handicap he gives you, which he will boldly state is because he loves you.

And if Baldur has been cured then all you need to do is win in a normal spar against him. However, in both of these situations you’d have to be really strong to take him since Baldur doesn’t really know his own strength.

This doesn’t mean that he won’t try his hardest to hold back though. He’d even give you some minutes to get as many hits as you want in. As he puts it, “I don’t want my lady to struggle against me.”

In the event that you do defeat Baldur, wether it was with the handicaps or none at all, curse or not, he’d be very impressed since he’s still quite strong. He will once again confess his love for you and go on and on about how strong you are.

- Fin

#god of war x reader #headcanon #female reader #male reader #baldur x reader #baldur #freya #freya x reader #kratos x reader #kratos #heimdall x reader #heimdall #thor #thor x reader

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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༒ destiny ༒ odin’s sons [thor, heimdall, baldur] x reader

↷ chapter one “the first sight” | masterlist

✧ summary: visiting the place odin gave to them for bringing a goddes to the asgard, none of the brothers accepted someone like ‘you’. they wanted to accomplish the mission as soon as possible but not you who gave them a rule if they wanted you to follow them into the asgard, getting praises of their daddy.

✵ wc: 6k

✧ warnings&tags: events take place before gow 4 and ragnarok. cursing/swearing, fluff, baldur is an ass, heimdall is not that cocky (not yet) but still; heimdall is heimdall, touchy and so confident!reader, girl boss energy, using magic, original creatures, blood, violence, death, disgusting requests (by creatures), & more in the chapter! enjoy. <3

✵ notes: to what I gathered from the web, the height disturbation is like these; thor > heimdall > baldur. I hope it is correct one but there is no much differences between heimdall and baldur, so, that’s it. & I tried to make it cannon as possible but I can’t help but add some non-cannon things into the fic since it is a fanfiction, so, I hope you will like them. ^^ thanks! [comments, likes and rb appreciated!]

“Oh, poor thing.”

Kneeling down to the level of a wolf, full of black fur around his body, you began to examine his wound on the stomach, probably because of another animal’s work which he escaped from. As your hands were standing on his wound, blood everywhere, the wolf growled in both pain and defensive ways; pain coming from its wound, and defensive because of you. He was afraid to be touched by you, not knowing your true intentions. To make it clear, you smiled to him, “Shh, I will just heal it, do not worry.”

He looked at you for a few seconds before putting his head on the grass, taking heavy breaths. Slowly, you began to heal the wound with using magic, blue glows goes from your fingers’ tips to his wound, closing it.

The wolf’s heavy breaths and painful moans changed into relaxed and happy ones thanks to the magic. When you finished, you smiled widely at him while cleaning the blood on his black fur with a wet cloth. “See? You are good as before!”

The wolf howled to show he was good, finally. Then, he got up, moving his muscles to see whether the wound was gone completely or not. Turning to you, the wolf, probably old enough to acknowledge your kindness – not a wild one, allowed you to caress his head which you accepted gladly while smiling widely. “You are so cute!”

“Oh, such a good compliment. Thank you, witch.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to the owner of voice, the wolf in sync. “And I was wondering when you would get tired of watching me and come out.”

Smirking to you, he allowed for a few seconds for you to study him and his looking; different kinds of tattoos all over his body from neck to abdomen, traveling around the arms and hands, even fingers. His woad-blue tattoos of Norse runes looked good on him, you could tell from this away. You wondered if he had tattoos on invisible parts of his body, covered with clothes. He looked like the weather of any realms would not be a matter for him, not even the mystic weather of Vanaheim, the realm you were in at the moment. He was a God, clearly, looking all mischievous and egoistic. From the way he introduced himself, opening his arms widely towards you, with a smirk on his bearded face with marbles on his beard. He would look better if he hadn’t that irritating smirk on his face, looking so – bossy. His brown beard completed with his brown hair. His blue eyes were distinctive that had unmanageable sparkles, making you want to look another way.

The wolf stood in front of you when the unknown God took a few steps towards your sitting position. As the wolf began to growl, you stopped him by caressing his head, calming him down and feeling happy to see that you gained his trust by simple healing his wound. Animals were so innocent for these realms, truly.

“It’s okay,” He looked at you, calming down. “Let’s allow man introduce himself first.”

Looking back at the God, you nodded for him to continue. He chuckled, “Baldur.” It was enough to introduce himself in his mind, and he was right, indeed, it was enough because how could you not know son of Odin, his best tracker as they said, Baldur.

Being the untouchable God, he sure had gut and confidence at a high level which made you want to roll your eyes at his attitude, not feeling any fear or something like that. No, there was no man or woman that would give you fear, including Odin’s allies, the All-Father everyone was afraid of.

“To what do I owe this visit, son of Odin?”

He shrugged, “I do not know it either, witch.” He seemed angry for a moment, “Even though All-Father knew very well I dislike any witch, he sent me to take you the Asgard. It seems you are – special?” It was like a question he was asking to himself, disbelief of the ongoing events caused by Odin. Knowing the All-Father from your previous years, you knew he sent him to a mission in which he had to bring you to the Asgard.

Smiling gently, you said, “Then, he sent you for nothing. I will not go to the Asgard.” Turning to the wolf that was licking your palm cutely, you added, “Therefore, it’s better for you to leave. Glad to meet.”

Leaves’, that crashed under Baldur’s heavy steps, sounds came to your ears. Then, he stopped behind you, kneeling to the same level as you and making you to look into his blue eyes. Now, he looked demanding about the mission he had at the moment. However, there was something unfamiliar in those eyes – something you could not put a name on – maybe, he was interested in you?

“You didn’t introduce yourself, so, I can not say ‘glad to meet too’ now, can I?”

What a jerk. You chuckled, “Didn’t your precious father tell you about me, hm?”

You were smart, he could give that and you knew he was more interested now thanks to your answer, not giving him any knowledge about you but he was determined. So, he looked at the wolf in your arms, looking back at him with threatening black eyes. The wolf looked like he knew you for ages.

Then, you smiled to calm the air down, “Wanna pet him?” You asked and Baldur looked surprised for a while, then, he smirked. Straighten his posture, he shrugged, looking like he was drunk – and sounding like he was high.

“Why would I want to pet – it?”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up finally, giving the wolf last petting on the head, whispering his ear that he should go your home, using the magic to help him track your hidden house in the woods. He began to run, happy to be with you after you finished here.

Turning to Baldur, you looked at his smirking face. He was irritating.

While you were fixing the brownish cloak you had, cleaning dirt on it, you shrugged, looking confident of yourself clearly to make Baldur acknowledge that you would not go to there, not today at least. You had no intention to see Odin’s irritating face and from the look his son had on his face, they wanted you badly – not a good sign considering Odin. “I don’t know what made you think that I would come with you, but, to clear your mind, I want to say that I have no intentions to visit Asgard anytime soon.” Finally, giving him your nod, you said, friendly – not wanting to create a trouble for today. “Y/n, my name.”

He looked you from head to toe without any shame, studying you. “I do not who you are miss but you had to be someone – important, so, you definitely will come with me – well,” He rolled his eyes at the sounds of men’s steps around you, “Us.”

Turning to your behind, you saw two other Gods surrounded your environment. What a painful day you were having – so troublesome.

You looked at them as Baldur’s head went out of behind, standing on your right, close to your shoulder but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting him to understand how you wanted to get out of this situation you were in without your control. He meant harm but not yet, so, you decided to be friendly.

Baldur smirked as he pointed out the bigger man among them to you with his forefinger, “Thor, the God of Thunder, as you probably know thanks to – well, his deadly works.” The God – Thor looked so taller and bigger than you could imagine. He hadn’t any tangible cloth on his upper body except his armors on the shoulder and arms. His famous hammer was resting on his belt, looking cute from this far but you knew how many blood that hammer had on its surface. His orange and red mixed colored hair and beard was something unique to him, messy but still looking glamorous. He had tattoos on his body and blue eyes like Baldur had. They looked similar even if it was just a little.

You knew very well Thor was bad news, worse than his brothers and sons – unlike Baldur who was the God of Light and Peace – yes, it was funny that he had these titles which were contrary to his own actions, Thor was the God of Thunder. People tend to call him as chaos bringer since the places he visited had faced with death’s itself by the hand of Thor – one of the most powerful sons of Odin as they described.

Baldur’s breath touched your ear, giving you tickles, as he spoke again, “The other not-so-handsome one is Heimdall. Actually he only has one job, carrying that Gjallarhorn but All-Father insisted to bring him too.”

Heimdall, the most loyal son of Odin who looked like he was having one of the worst days of his entire life with an annoying expression on his face, was the bearer of the Gjallarhorn, the mighty horn Heimdall will use to start Ragnarok – ending of the all realms. He sure had his unique features; golden hair that braided beautifully, glowing purple eyes – shinier than normal Aesir people who had Bifrost’ power in them thanks to Odin’s blessing, and cleaner armor than his half-brothers. He probably was taller than Baldur who stayed on your behind, so closely, and smaller than Thor who was standing like a stone beside Heimdall.

Except Baldur and Heimdall who weren’t afraid of showing their own intentions and thoughts through their faces’ expressions, Thor was unreadable. He had no particular expression on his face except a little tiredness. He indeed was a man of action, not talking, unlike Baldur who took a step forward, standing in beside you while others stayed still.

“Y/n, right?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, you see, All-Father not sent only me but my brothers as well which is,” He waved his fingers on the air, “One-thousandth event that happens. From this, I can tell you really had to come with us, but,”

He smirked while Heimdall’s low voice heard from away that took your attention, “At least he can use his brain.”

Thor’s deep voice heard after that, “Like even you had one.”

Then, when Heimdall turned to say more to his half-brother, Baldur’s body stood in front of you, blocking your vision. He had more sparkles on his blue eyes. “I am not a patient one like my father. If you insist about not coming, I have to either take you with force or,” His smirk grew, “Kill you.” He winked, “Choice is up to you, miss.”

While you were looking at him, Thor’s massive body which was built so strong, stood beside Baldur, looking down at his face. “All-Father said no killing, no hurting.”

Heimdall took Baldur’s other side, making him look smaller between their bigger bodies. They would even look cute if they were good guys, not sons who listens their daddy without thinking twice.

“When you begin to listen him anyway?” Heimdall asked, looking up to Thor’s face, unreadable still.

They clearly didn’t get along that well. How you could blame though? – You asked to yourself; three powerful Gods, probably already broken because of being Odin’s – the most manipulative and cruel father out there, sons. They seemed to obey every command their father give with particular shagginess. If Odin sent them here like they claimed, he sure wanted you so – so badly and that made you happier since you were not going to there. Odin would only face his sons’ face, disappointed.

Maybe you would go there secretly only to see that.

While they were arguing about something, you said, putting on the hood of your cloak, “I thought the Aesir Gods and Goddess, especially sons of Odin, had some stance enough to not to use any force, but, what a surprising era we are living in, don’t you think?” It was a question for Baldur but you didn’t need any response from any of them because the surprised look on their attractive and lovely faces – you had to give them that, was enough. Clearly, they didn’t except you to be that – confident and full of yourself.

Then, with a wink to Baldur, you said, “And I am afraid there is no way you can kill me either. So, out of any options, you can give me – nothing.” Turning away from them, you waved a goodbye. “Glad to meet you. Have a good day.” – Oh they definitely weren’t having a good day – at all, and this made your day better. You could not tease one but three sons of Odin in one day after all.

“Woman.“ Thor’s deep and dangerous voice gave you chills, making you stop walking into the forest just to go home. “All-Father has a request.”

“Which I do not care about,” You said finally. Yes, indeed these men took your attention with their different and unique features – also, personalities. However, even they could not make you go whatever you didn’t want. “Look,” you said, turning to them, hands on the chest in a defensive manner. “Turning to daddy with an empty hand will do no good but it is dumb to think that I will follow three strangers into there.”

“Strangers?” Heimdall asked, disbelief in his voice. All three of them had different type of speaking and voices but each of them was – special. “How could you not know the God of Foresight – the one who is Herald of the Ragnarok?” He was the most egoistic one – not so surprising. However, it was both annoying and – attractive.

Smiling, you shrugged, “Titles means nothing. I had to know – you to know you.”

Thor looked confused while Baldur smirked, “I told ya that she has a way with words.”

Heimdall rolled his eyes, “Not impressed.”

Indeed, he was impressed. You could tell that from the way his body moved; his glowing eyes on you – the most magical thing you witnessed in all realms, he took a few steps towards you, starting a new conversation, “Who are you?” He asked and now, you were the confused one.

“What?” You looked each of them from left to right, slowly. When you saw their faces, you began to chuckle, “You say Odin sent you – for me but he didn’t tell you who I am?” Putting a finger on your chin, you said in a low tone, mostly to yourself, “Interesting.” What Odin was thinking about? What were his true intentions on this mission – bring you to his wings or another thing? He sure had goals about taking benefits from you but what were they – you wondered because the last time you used your real powers was long ago. He couldn’t remember you entirely – could he?

“So?” Heimdall said again, “I can’t wait for another hour in this realm. My armor gets dirty.”

“Don’t worry, daddy will get you a new one you brat.” Baldur mocked Heimdall, having real fun while teasing his half-brother. It was clear that Baldur’s relationship with Heimdall was different than the one he had with Thor who started talking when Heimdall was about to say another annoying comment.

“It’s enough.” Thor looked bossy once again. Looking at you, he walked ‘till he reached you, leaving a certain gap between your opposite bodies. You had to look up to so him more. “Heimdall give her the letter.”

Heimdall looked annoyed, saying, “Don’t give me order. I am not Baldur.”

“Should be this an insult?” He sure was having his fun.

Heimdall then gave you the letter, making your fingers touch each other in a closer way than before. The touch gave you jolt in an unexpected way. What was this? – It wasn’t anything like you had with other men who touched you with a simple reason like buying something from you or simply, greeting. It was different than that but you couldn’t think any further about it since they were waiting for you to open the letter, reading it and taking a decision.

Possibly, even they didn’t know what was written in the letter, so, you opened it while covering words from their eyes.

Dear L/N, I hope my sons do not give you any hard time since they are given a request from me; bringing you to here, a realm which you will face kindness and peace.

Let’s have a chat in here. So, listen my sons, they will help you to come here.

Waiting for your arrival soon.

After finishing reading, the letter burned suddenly. Odin who even didn’t write his own name on the letter didn’t want you to hold it. He didn’t want anyone have something from him, possibly, because he had so many enemies and you could be one of them even if he was trying to see you as a new ally.

Looking back to his sons, you studied their expressions. Except Heimdall, they looked calm and a little curious. Baldur’s focus was on you, and Thor looked like he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Vanaheim was a realm Odin could not enter, so, they had enemies in here. After Freya’s sad fate, Vanaheim felt betray coming from Aesir people and Odin’s himself. Therefore, Aesir people weren’t welcome in here – understandable. You weren’t a Vanir. You just found a safe home in here and you knew very well if you would not allow them to bring you into the Asgard, they would find your home – hidden in the woods after tracking you down, mostly Baldur.

Sighing, you looked at them one by one and when you were about to say something, you saw how Heimdall looked so – shocked; a confused face, furrowing, looking both surprised and angry about something you didn’t know yet. When he caught your gazes on him, he made an angry sound, turning from your face to Baldur who was smirking. “Well,” He said, closing the gap between your bodies – a bold and confident one as hell. “What is your choice? Do not think that my brothers will not use any physical support to complete mission.”

“Fighting is not my style,” Heimdall said, annoyed more than ever. “I outnumber them, unlike your wild acts Baldur.”

Baldur rolled his eyes, not paying attention to Heimdall who was still angry but not showing any of it towards you but you knew something wasn’t right in his mind about you.

Baldur stood in front of you once again, hands on his waist, looking at you to get an answer.

Sighing, you nodded in defeat. They wouldn’t let you leave their sides if you said ‘no, they were too loyal to Odin for that to happen. Indeed, you were powerful but not dumb – trying to fight with all three sons of Odin who had great power; an invulnerable one, master of foresight, and meaning of strength, no, you couldn’t win a fight including three of them. Therefore, you said to them, “I will but,” You raised a forefinger to Baldur’s face, making him look at your finger to your face and he was – impressed? Clearly, no man or woman was this bold in his life. “I have one rule.”

“Who do you think you are to give me a rule?” Heimdall scoffed, ready to give another roll of eyes.

You shrugged, “I am Y/n,” coming to his side you smiled, raising a hand on the air to greet him properly. He was only a naughty boy of his daddy who needed meet with someone other than Aesir people. “Heimdall, right?”

He looked at your hand to get the gesture, then, finally – he took your hand on his, greeting you like the way he had taught – gentle. It was a funny tickle on your hand which you could not avoid because even though you wanted to deny it, it was clear that you had an interest on him. A knowledge Vanir Goddess told you about Heimdall, the most loyal one to All-Father, had a gift of reading minds and intentions of others. You wondered if he was reading your mind right now but even he was reading it, you couldn’t hide that you were curios about him when the Goddess gave you information about him. You imagined his purple glowing eyes and from this close, you already realized how he could take people under control with only his lovely eyes.

Leaving his hand, you went for Thor next, giving him your smaller hand which he looked for a moment but didn’t greet. He was closed than others. He wasn’t talkative and open to strangers, you could see that but you wanted to give an expression that Heimdall didn’t take your focus. You could not trust them, not yet at least.

“Nice to meet you too, Thor. I am Y/n, again.”

“Cut the friendly attitude woman,” Thor said, sounding calm, not that hostile contrary to what he said. “Even if I do not like him,” He was referring to Heimdall behind you whose piercing gazes were on your face, studying you shamelessly. Neither Baldur nor Heimdall had any shame. They were bold ones. Thor continued, “You can’t give us any rule. We are not child.”

“I didn’t say you were but if you want to be appreciated by your precious daddy, you have to bring me back with you. So, I give you a chance to do that.” You shrugged, still fearless. You turned to Baldur, smirking, “Choice is up to you, mister.”

Baldur shrugged, looking not interested in the boring conversation. He just looked at his half-brothers, gathering their answers from the expressions. However, their faces were straight that you decided to start walking outside the wild forest of Vanaheim; beauty in the wildness, the realm always impressed you. You wished Odin never existed, bringing sorrow to realms.

“So about my rule,” You said after a while, hearing their steps’ heavy sounds behind you. They were following you like three puppies. Chuckling inside your head, you wondered how Heimdall didn’t say a thing about the way you were thinking. Maybe he wasn’t reading your simple mind at all at the moment. “I can’t know whether you will prison me in the Asgard or not –“

“We would do it until now.” Baldur interrupted your speech, making you chuckle and looking behind for a moment to see his cocky face.

“You could try.” Then, you continued to speak about the rule. “Anyway, if you want to make me come, you should wait ‘till I accomplish mine.”

“Yours?” It was surprisingly Thor, asking this. “What’s your mission? Do you serve any God?”

You shook your head in a negative way, “No. I bow to no one, including Odin. My mission is for the sakes of innocent people who need help.”

“You want me to help lower lives? Do you think that my time is insignificant to do that? I am protector of the Asgard –“

“Blah blah blah,” Baldur said, mocking Heimdall, “Just go back to your daddy and leave it us.” He pointed at himself and Thor who was looking bothered from their half-brothers’ endless teasing.

“You?” Heimdall laughed, “To make it clear, if All-Father thought you two would be enough, he wouldn’t insist me to come with you. Apperantely, you need me.”

You wanted to say it was same either way; Baldur and Thor needed Heimdall and he needed them but you kept silent, not wanting to take any hostile behavior from them. You liked them. They looked – innocent. Not too innocent but not menace.

“Talking talking talking. It’s all you got brat.” Baldur took a few steps.

“And what you have except a mindless brain you dummy.” Heimdall returned his steps with his. They were close, dangerously.

While they were talking nonsense, just to tease each other, Thor happened to be beside you, standing so tall and like a stone, covering your smaller physic with his massive one. Unreadable sparkles were on his blue eyes, looking so good with his red-orange colored hair and beard. Gifts, abilities and titles were not only things Odin gave them. They all had attractiveness uniquely, you had to accept.

“What’s your mission?” He asked, sounding not interested but wanting to know.

“Every realm has a magnificent magical stone – each one in all realms, contains imprisoned souls on them who need my help to reach their peace. I promised myself to do that. Now, I have an opportunity;” You showed them, “Three favorite Gods of Odin who can enter any realm they want.” It was true, you wanted to travel across realms to get free these souls but also, you needed something for your own as an addition which you would keep as a secret ‘till they gain your trusts, one by one, seeming impossible though. At least, it was impossible for now. Unlike Vanir people, you had no hostile feeling for Aesir people, especially them, but you were smart enough to not be their ally so soon. “I will come with you but in return, I have a rule; you should help me to visit the realms.”

Lookin up, you saw how Thor was having a hard time to think about your offer. His face was confused for a while before turning a determined one.

“It’s enough!” Thor’s deep and dominant voice heard through the forest, taking Baldur’s and Heimdall’s attention back to you. You could say that Thor’s power on them was high even if they would deny it – Baldur clearly had respect for him and you were impressed. You would tell Thor that if he wasn’t a bad God like people said. “It’s decided. We are going with her, then, she will come with us.”

Heimdall didn’t like the idea of it in a bit but he kept his silence rather than speaking harshly like you expected. What he talked with Baldur back there – you were curious but your attention changed from Heimdall to Baldur who stood, once again, in front of you with his smirk. “About time to have some fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for them to follow you. “First, we need to do one more thing,” You turned to Heimdall, catching him looking at you intensely and when he saw you looking, he turned to other side immediately. Was he blushing? – Oh, what a cute boy he was, not like that Vanir Goddess spoke. To make him feel ease, you added, “Don’t worry, it will not take long.”

Here you were; standing at the tip of a hill that happened to be taken from a mortal man who had a wife and little son by a group of predatory; the group didn’t hesitate to kill the man, take his wife for their own disgusting objects, and after that, killing her too, including the little boy – a disaster told by another mortal man who saw the event from away, running like his life depended on it, coming to your side to seek justice.

There were some belongings of the group; little chairs to sit on, swords blunt but enough to kill mortals, half-eaten food, a foul stench, and dirty clothes. There were also bloods of animals which were their food.

As you were standing there, Odin’s sons behind you, minding their own business but losing patient, the leader of the group who had different color of cloak screamed, his crew standing behind, disgusting looks on their faces. They weren’t mortal. They were some creatures looked like humans. However, you knew them very well; wildness filled their heart, no empathy, no guilt. They only wanted see pain of mortals – kill them and get their benefits from them. They made your stomach crumble in pure disgust. They needed to be punished.

“Hey!” The leader screamed, “What the hell you think you are doing?”

Removing the cloak’s hood, revealing your face to them, you left one of their blades on ground. You could see how Thor and Baldur were ready to fight from right and left sides of you while Heimdall was sitting on a stone, looking at the group, showing how he felt same about them as you did – disgusting creatures.

With glowing new weapons from red to blue – mixed with magic they found in the realm, the group had enough courage to attack you anytime they wanted. It was a fact that they killed some Vanir people who could use magic for these weapons. They could not afford it, material and spiritual. They were not worthy.

Taking a few steps forward, you asked to twelve men, avoiding their leader’s gaze who gave command to these mindless creatures. Even if they looked like mortals from outside, only their leader had a brain as functional and indeed, he choose it to be a support for his sins – killing innocent without thinking twice. So, they were the leader’s mindless tools. They just had instincts to survive, nothing more. Knowing this, you said, “I give you 10 seconds to leave. I will not punish those who choose to live.”

From corner of your eyes, you could see Heimdall’s and Baldur’s gazes, looking at you. Thor didn’t move an inch but you knew he was listening and watching you carefully too.

The leader laughed, and the group followed it – still mindless.

“I didn’t know the man had a beautiful daughter like you. Only if I knew –“ The leader’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, judging it from the cloak you were wearing. “Ohh, how I could use that body of your after a good killing.” He laughed manically, “But don’t worry, I will do it now! Right?!” He turned to the group, “And you will have a taste too my brothers!”

Their disgusting gazes began to travel on your body and you could feel how Baldur took a defensive manner as well as Thor who was ready to throw his hammer to them as soon as you finished.

To prevent it, you touched Thor’s left arm, gently but he jumped a bit in surprise while his half-brothers were watching your interaction, possibly shocked about how easily you touched Thor – closely, without any fear.

“It’s something I should do.” You smiled, “But thanks.”

The leader’s face was confused, “Who do you talking to you bitch? Are you fucking out of your mind, huh?”

Thor could never be more surprised, including others, freezing for a moment before Heimdall asked, “What is he talking about?”

You waved your hand on the air, “I will tell later,” Then, you knotted the cloak's cord, causing it to fall slowly to the ground, showing off a black body clinging top with windows showing the sleeves and part of the chest, clinging black trousers, feathered boots in the same color and a warm jacket on your upper body. All black and red colors of them mixed with little brownish, holding you warm and well. “Now, I have to deal with them.”

The leader and his group’s eyes began to shine in lust, making you want to vomit, but thinking about what they would face now, it looked funny.

As their gazes were giving you ache in the stomach, other three Gods’ gazes who were around you were enough to make you feel hotness. You could sense their eyes upon you, traveling from head to toe as they acknowledge this look on you; how clothes were covering your body, giving some hints what was lying beneath.

Turning back to the group, you smiled; ready to strike first attack as your hands began to move on the air, using magic to create two useful blades that appeared on the air and fell into your palms. “So, you wanted to play with magic?” You asked, slowly but dangerously walking towards them, leaving black mixed red colors on the ground you were walking on which were vanished after a few seconds only to be replaced by others. “I will show you what the real magic is.”

And then, all of it started and you couldn’t tell which one of them screaming louder since your blades were passing through their mortal bodies, cutting them into lots of pieces, not leaving anytime for them to understand where attacks were coming from. They only saw you flying on the air, jumping into the middle with a hard pump sound – breaking the ground slightly. Then, it was all blades’ sounds and their own blood within the screams.

Thanks to your ability's on speed, it took you only 10 seconds to kill them all, except their leader who was damaged heavy, losing his legs and one arm.

Standing in the middle of the group, now lying on the ground with slices of their bodies, so much blood and death flowing from them into the place, you looked back at the leader, crawling towards the useless blades he had on the camp as they called.

As one of the blades vanished, you held the remaining one on your right hand. It began to glow in red from tip to the end while you were walking slowly to him. With each step you took, the leader’s effort to reach the blades grew bigger but he wasn’t fast enough. When his one hand tried to take the nearest weapon, your strong left foot found its place on his hand’s back, pushing it into the ground more and gaining another scream from him, coming like a melody to your ears, feeling some comfort to see his pain which he gave to that innocent family.

“Look at me!” Poison were flowing within your voice, alerting Gods around you who were silent, and watching you completely. As he looked up to your face with his blood covered one, you put the edge of the sword on his neck.

Man’s fear strengthened its effect when he saw your eyes as the innocent family’s each pain began to flow into his mere soul and heart, if he even had one, and bodies, making him feel a sudden shock because of facing a great pain at once. When his body was about to die on its own due to not being able to take all these pain, you started to count in your mind, and when he was the edge of dying, you moved your hand, cutting his head off with a single movement.

As the bloods were pouring on the blade, you looked at the mess you made. Spelling a magic, they were all gone in a moment, leaving the soul of the mortal man appearing from a bottle. Apparently, the leader knew more magic than you thought, prisoning the man’s soul in a bottle which had a rune on it.

“I don’t’ know who you are,” The man spoke, sounding like he finally found some relief. “But thank you! With seeing this, I can finally feel some comfort. They slaughtered us like we didn’t mean anything – like we were animals. My wife, my son –“

He couldn’t finish his sentence, beginning to cry. You wished to give him more than this but you couldn’t.

“I hope you will find much more where you will go, with your family beside.”

He nodded, cleaning his tears away from his weary face. “I'm grateful. Have a good life my child.”

Then, he vanished, reaching his freedom and hopely, his family once he lost on here.

Sighing, you said, “Now, we can go.”

They all stayed silent for a while before Heimdall’s nod, saying, “Hugin!”

After his call, ravens started to fly around four of you, and you asked Heimdall gently while your bodies were close to each other than others, “Svartalfheim, please?”

He rolled his eyes when you smiled, arms crossed over his chest, “As if I am your caretaker.” He was annoyed and he really looked cute like that.

Baldur chuckled, “But you could make a good maid.”

When Heimdall looked irritated by it, Baldur chuckled more and even Thor had a little nasty smile on his face.

You were going to have your own fun, definitely!

to be continued. 🍰

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wrr000 · 1 year

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Hi there :) just a general question but which of Odin’s sons do you think would give their crush flowers for Valentine’s Day 🌹

Thank you for request! I was about to write something, but I feel awful and don't wanna force myself;; I'm sorry for the lack of content. Hope you will enjoy it anyway!!

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Tyr: Mostly likely he would. Tyr may be awkward when in love, but he sure is romantic. He loves giving you all kinds of gifts from another realms so expect special flowers you've never seen before!!

Thor: Some may say he isn't the most romantic, but Thor wouldn't waste an opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. He would gladly give you the most beautiful flowers in all Nine Realms and he doesn't care about what others say, you are his lover after all!

Baldur: Don't get me wrong, he's a sweetheart, but that curse shit broke him and he's even more awkward and confused than Tyr. He's just not sure what to give on that day or maybe you'd prefer a quality time. Not to mention how much flowers remainds Baldur of his mother. After a while expect something nice, but it won't be flowers.

Heimdall: I love him, but no, he wouldn't give you flowers or any other physical gift. Man, Heimdall's difficult to deal with. I feel like he wouldn't be into Valentine's Day in general, it's stupid to him. But he loves you, no doubt about it. Expect nice and quality time 'cause he wants to make it special for you!

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Hi!! Been enjoying your GoW content. Got anything for Baldur, Magni, and Modi's relationships with their partners? Maybe how they realized they were in love and certain things they like to do with their S/Os?

Aha romantic headcanons! My favorite! You got it Sugar! And I'm glad you're enjoying my content! 💚

Headcanon/Preference # 19

Pictures NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

Year posted - 2022

| Baldur |

• Baldur first realized he was in love with you when you bested him in training. Not an easy accomplishment to say the least.

• He knew he found you attractive, and wished he could feel your touch more than anything, but for you to get the advantage of him in training.

• That look of triumph in your eyes, and brilliant smile stretched across your face. He couldn't help but look at you with adoration, a chuckle escaping him.

• And for a moment he swears he could feel your warmth radiating against him.

• He couldn't resist by turning the tables, and flipping you so he now pinned you to the ground. A smile on his face at the sound of your laughter.

• Now with his face mere inches from yours, he wonders if you could ever love him the way he loves you.

• You answer that question for him by quickly closing the gap, and this time he knows he can feel your warmth, though it felt like a phantom touch, he felt it! He felt you!

• From that point on you start properly courting Baldur, and as time goes on, and your love for one another strengthens, the more he can feel you.

• When he told you about the anomaly you beamed with joy, so happy that he could experience your love the same way you experience his.

• Over time he also found that if he wanted to taste a certain food or drink, all he had to do now was have you consume it first, then kiss your awaiting lips.

• Often makes feasts a little awkward for some people, not that you or Baldur seem to notice, let alone care.

• His favorite things are when you play with his hair, or trace his large expanse of tattoos. Your hands are so soft and warm, so tender and graceful.

• Baldur also adores braiding your hair, it's so soft and pretty, and it always smells like honey and roses.

• You've got him so wrapped around your finger that he'll take you anywhere anytime.

• Wanna go to Midgard and see the Midgard serpent? Let's go!

• Wanna go to Alfheim and see the elves shining light? Let's go!

• Wanna go to Muspelheim and try to spot Surtr? Let's go!

• Seriously if be could take you to Jotunheim he would in a freaking heartbeat.

• Your every wish is his command, and he'll protect you from anything or anyone foolish enough to try harming you.

• You're Baldurs most obvious weakness, but to harm you his a death wish of the most brutal kind.

• He adores watching you in battle, but the moment things turn south, and you're nearly bested, he'll swoop in and defend you to the end.

• On the day of your wedding Baldur finds that he can feel you more powerfully than ever before, as if the curse had been lifted just enough for you to slip your way into his awaiting arms.

• What a good thing it is that he accepted your challenge to train together all those winters ago. Otherwise he might not have ever realized how perfect you truly are for him.

| Magni |

• Magni first realized he was in love with you when you managed to out drink him in a mead drinking competition.

• You were so small compared to him, and yet you drank him right under the table! While also managing to keep upright. What a feat of accomplishment to be sure.

• When the competition was over, you found yourself pulled up onto the table, in order to belt out a song along side Modi no less.

• Magni sat back in his seat, his head all fuzzy from the alcohol, just smiling up at you singing your little heart out.

• You looked so surreal in this light, your eyes sparking as they cast his way curiously. And in that moment he could have sworn his heart stuttered.

• The following day, after consuming much needed nourishments, Magni made his way to your sacred hall. Suddenly finding himself nervous for the first time in his life.

• When he finally found you, his heart seemed to stutter again, as you looked more beautiful now than he had ever seen you before.

• Magni was a mess trying to ask you if you'd allow him to court you, making you blush with a grin, and taking matters into your own hands while he failed to get the words out.

• You had grasped his necklace and pulled him down to your height, where you kissed him passionately, whispering against his lips that you had been wondering when he'd finally ask you.

• Magni fucking loves showing off how strong he is to you, and would move fucking mountains if you deemed them in the way.

• He also carries you around on his shoulder like every-fucking-where. Not that you seem to mind, often praising him for being so capable.

• He intends on showing you the world's, so long as you want to see them. An adventure with just the two of you sounds divine.

• On your wedding day he gifts you the biggest cat he could find, a feline so large it could be mistaken for a dog!

• Magni also loves taking you to the orchards on Midgard, and watching you comb through the trees for the best fruit.

• Of course hoisting you up when something is to high up for you to reach on your own.

• And often stealing the occasional piece of fruit from your basket, chuckling when you playfully scold him.

• He also adores it, but cannot bring himself to admit it, when you pepper kisses across his facial tattoos.

| Modi |

• Modi realized he was in love with you when he finally noticed just how sweet and caring you are with him.

• He had lived in his brother's shadow for so long, and he was used to being looked over by this point.

• And yet here you are, looking at him as if he were the only one to exist in this moment with you, despite being surrounded by hundreds of individuals.

• And in that moment he's suddenly aware of just how sweet you had always been with him. How you always seemed to care about him and no one else.

• In that moment you captured his heart, and he could never thank you enough.

• After hours of making eyes at eachother you finally make the first move, and make your way across the hall, and seat yourself directly into his lap.

• Several others whooped and hollered at the bold move, but Modi couldn't help but blush like a boy in love, ever so grateful his beard was hiding his now pink cheeks.

• One hand had instinctively wrapped around your hip, ensuring you wouldn't fall, and you nestled yourself further into his hold, whispering into his ear about how much you adored him.

• You spent the entire night together, as you had coaxed him into your chambers. And in the morning he was secretly afraid you would regret that decision.

• However when you woke with an adorable yawn, murmured a good morning, and nuzzled into his chest after kissing his neck, he was left dumbstruck.

• You began courting without either of you ever actually asking, not that either of you really felt like you needed to ask.

• Modi is so infatuated with you, that whenever you make him a flower crown, he wears it with pride, especially if you have a matching one.

• You seem delicate to most, but Modi now knows just how fierce you truly are, and he loves you even more for it.

• He also loves gifting you extravagant and sometimes unusual things he collects in his travels. And sometimes he'll have something made special just for you.

• The way your eyes light up with curiosity and happiness, makes him feel all fuzzy inside.

• Many of the others tease him for being so soft with you, especially his brother Magni, but he doesn't care in the slightest.

• He has the one thing no one else could ever take away from him... And that's you.

• On your wedding day Modi gifts you with a golden crown of your favorite flowers, which were soft to the touch, and smelled just like the real flower.

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