#gorr the god butcher x reader

[francis-writes]

Living with Gorr on Earth HCs

(AU where he lives because no one can stop me) i found this today in my note app. i actually wrote it some time ago and then completely forgot about it

I actually don't see him as a big city kind of person. He would prefer to live with his s/o and his daughter in the countryside, in a house with a garden. (Am I into cottagecore? Yes. But I am not projecting it into him, Gorr loves this lifestyle too, I can sense it with my cottagewhore-radar). You grow many vegetable, grain and fruit species from different planets (at the beginning you were unsure if this experiment would work but surprisingly most of the crops grew well on the Earth) so your farm is mostly self-sufficient, at least when it comes to food.

Another headcanon, not connected with relationship, but I am convinced that Gorr is a vegan or at least a vegetarian. He may slashed gods, but he would never hurt an innocent animal.

You came to terms with Thor and the rest of the group and you live in - almost - friendly relationship. But you rather don't have contact with gods and don't deal with them anymore. Gorr gave up on his plans of revenge; you had possibility of helping Avengers and fighting for good but without longer hesitation, you decided to leave this "warrior lifestyle" (but nobody knows whether forever or is it just a holiday) and enjoy living in peace for some time.

Gorr isn't from Earth so it may take him some time to get used to on this planet (it wasn't specified in the movie how looked planet he came from so I will just assume it was technologically advanced at the level of Asgard, just much-much-much poorer).

He appreciates some of the inventions that make life easier (washing machine, cars, tap water), he especially loves the fact that medicine is so well-advanced but most things are either overwhelming or annoying for him.

Despite the fact that he isn't interested in popculture himself, Gorr likes to watch your favourite movies or read your beloved books (it's even better if you read it to him).

Gorr is a very good and careful listener, he authentically pays attention to what you're talking to him and he tries to remember details about you. In general, he likes to talk with you, you spend a lot of time on conversation since the day you met. If you hate small talk (just like me😅), you finally found great company. Gorr doesn't understand aimless blabber neither and he likes to tell you about his life (you appreciate the fact that he trust you enough to share with you stories about his family and home; these are very cherished but at the same time painful memories for him), his home planet, but also about faith, ethics and the point of life.

One of the things he really enjoys on Earth, is a great diversity of music. He loves listening to different genres and discovering new artists. If you have nothing against it, he often takes your hand and dance with you in the kitchen or in the garden.

Despite trying to live in peace, Gorr would quickly engage in some form of activism. He's very sensitive to any signs of injustice and he's not gonna just sit back and do nothing when so many bad thing happens. He will do whatever he can… and honestly, you love him for that.

[supercap2319]

"I don't understand it. Why is Gorr the God Butcher after you? You're not a God." Y/N asked as he and Ikaris pondered over the information Thor had just told them via video call. Ikaris looks at him, his blue eyes are shining. "True, but we did inspire mankind and became pseudo Gods ourselves. And we have powers that rival the gods. Even though we made a deal with the Greek gods that they would take credit for humanity's worship and we'd inspire their legends, people still hailed us as gods. I assume Gorr wants to end anyone with deity energy."

"Well, he's not going to get his hands on you, Iceberg. I promise you that." Y/N told him.

"Aw, my hero." Ikaris smiled.

[greengoblinswifey]

i have come once again to say hear me out....Gorr is so fine(partially because its Christian Bale)

He can butcher this bussy, sorry.

[buckmepapi]

Gorr the God Butcher

[enaelyork]

Divine Essence a Gorr x Reader fanfic -[Recap]

So, on their knees, in the face of despair, as the lights seemed to go out, they cried out.

Why are you forsake me ?

Nobody answered.

And darkness fell.

He decided to destroy them.

She chose to protect them.

When their lives are threatened by his blade, the Gods don't hesitate to send their shield.

Everything was simple, everything was going to work out.

The Gods can control everything, Isn't it ?

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This is my Gorr X F!Reader project. Actually work on it. Of course, because i'm me... It's a Ennemy to Lover for sure ! MATURE CONTENT - Please do not ask for tag if you're not +18

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]

[demigoddessqueens]

Saw Thor Love and Thunder this past weekend….

I have so many feels and thoughts for different scenarios and AU’s

Like for Thor, he learns how to love and open his heart again to y/n, and has a found family dynamic with y/n while raising Eternity/Love

If this is an AU where Loki is still alive, and after seeing his brother’s pain and trying to help him heal, he realizes he can’t hold his feelings back anymore for y/n

Gorr being conflicted in his feelings and mission for y/n who’s a god and most likely helping Thor but also realizing, in a bittersweet way, his daughter has a second chance of being a family again with y/n

[disastanielsen]

[cinebration]

Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

[bedlamsbard]

I know the MCU is your wheelhouse, but given you like comics as well have you read any? Find it interesting or just don't particular care given the different continuities?

I've read Loki: Agent of Asgard and really enjoyed it; I own this one in hard copy and there are references to it in my fic. I bounced really hard of the Loki Journey into Mystery comics by Kieron Gillen and have never finished them. Gillen has the problem -- and this is true in Star Wars, in DIE, in The Wicked + The Divine, so it's just him at this point -- of doing something that in theory I really really like, but then doing it in a way I really, really hate, so I have learned not to read Gillen anymore. I haven't read any Loki comics since, but that's just me not being in the mood.

I also read the Thor: God of Thunder comics (by Jason Aaron) that deal with Gorr the God-Butcher and I think the lead-up to War of the Realms, but not actual War of the Realms. (I think this is the 2012 one?) I unfortunately really liked the comics arc that deals with Gorr, which is unfortunate Thor Love and Thunder is very, very different in the way that it deals with that arc. (It's the multiverse era! this is the perfect time to do time travel bullshit with multiple Thors! Hemsworth is good enough to pull it off!) I tried to read Mighty Thor but unfortunately I really really disliked it (Jason Aaron is really hit and miss with me).

I read Ms Marvel and the Fraction Hawkeye back in the day around when they were first coming out (in trades) and were really being talked about in fandom circles, so like...ten years ago, possibly more, and I reread them at some point in the last couple years; I own them in hardcopy back at my parents' place so it would have been probably summer 2021 or 2022. They're fine, I don't have strong feelings about them. I was reading Runaways when it was coming out in TPB -- when I was in high school, actually, so mid/late-'00s, didn't keep up with it, was keeping up with new Runaways for a while when it started again a few years back, but it's a lot of effort to keep up with comics, you know?

There's other Marvel comics I've read; I will go through phases every couple years where I read comics, but there's a base level of knowledge that tends to make it difficult, plus the eternal problem of same title, same number, different comic. Some of Marvel I know enough that I can more or less just jump in -- I went through all of Astonishing X-Men some years back, because I know enough about the X-Men that I could do that -- but not everything by a long shot, and it's really hard to figure out what is actually supposed to be good. (especially when everything has the same name.) I have actually had an easier time with it in DC rather than Marvel -- not that I read a lot of DC and it may just have more to do with what specific comics I picked up, which were Gotham Academy and Wonder Woman Rebirth, which are both pretty standalone. (I have read other DC comics, not recently; DC as a universe just doesn't do it for me, which is why I'm over here in Marvel instead.)

I have read indies, I read WicDiv and Saga and Motor Crush and tried a few others that didn't stick with me. I don't read comics very often, especially since Amazon killed Comixology. (though I do have a comics reader app that I really like, but that requires I go hunt down the specific comic in .cbr or .cbz.) For a very long time, I kept up with all the canon Star Wars comics (I think I still have all the flimsies bagged and boarded from the first year 2015-2016, maybe into 2017, including some pretty rare variant covers that I'll get priced at some point in my life), and there are a lot of EU Star Wars comics I really, really love, like Knights of the Old Republic and Legacy and the Ostrander/Duursema Republic/Clone Wars comics. I actually did grow up reading comics, but I grew up reading my dad's comics from when he was a kid, and these were not Marvel or DC comics, these were the old Gold Key Tarzan comics, so it took a really, really long time to break me of hearing "comics" and immediately thinking "Tarzan." No one ever means "Tarzan" when they say "comics," they mean "superheroes." (I also grew up reading Edgar Rice Burroughs novels. I tell people this and they go "this explains everything about you.")

In Marvel I also have the problem of being really attached to the MCU versions of most of the characters, which makes the entry level of getting into those characters' comics really difficult for me because I already have strong feelings about specific versions of those characters that don't exist in the comics -- Black Widow and Captain America are the big two here. (Don't ask me why I have an easier time with Thor and Loki, I don't know.) I've never read a Black Widow comic, I don't know if it would go well or if it would go poorly; it may go fine or it may be too much of a discrepancy that it will be impossible for me to read. Same with Cap. (But like, feel free to rec BW and Cap comics to me if you think that for whatever reason they'll work for me, just bear in mind I hate BuckyNat, which limits a lot of BW comics.)

One of the things that has for a very long time been a strength of the MCU has been that the less you know about the comics, the better the viewing experience actually is; every time they've leaned really hard on prior comics knowledge it's backfired on them (AoU, Loki "Journey into Mystery," parts of Hawkeye, DSMOM, the frickin' "Avengers Assemble" line in Endgame that I hate, Captain Marvel in general, Ms. Marvel is also a serious offender here, unfortunately). So in a lot of ways as a MCU fan, it's easier and even preferable to not know things about the comics, especially because nothing translates 1:1 and if you expect it to, you'll be disappointed. (see: why I have been avoiding TLAT, because I love the Gorr arc in the comics.) I see a lot of people in the fandom going "why don't they do [comics thing], XYZ is (comics) canon, they're just ignoring canon" and it's like...no they're not, that does not exist as canon in the MCU, you can't make that assumption, we made this very clear back in 2008. (BuckyNat my beloathed. Same for Loki/Sigyn. Or in a less ship way, people going "well, THIS is Bruce Banner's REAL backstory" or "this is a FAKE Yelena.") So it also kind of puts me off knowing things about the comics, though I am on Wiki a lot looking up background details to use in fic, but in the same way the MCU does, the "I am going to use this as a kernel to build off of," not straight 1:1 adaptation. This is going to sound super petty, but I will say it anyway: I also at this point will nope out of reading fic if it's very clear that the author is using comics backstory over the MCU canon. (Even if it's an old fic that predates the new canon, it is now just unreadable to me.) Like, you do you, but it's just what I can't read. I can't read most MCU fic in general anymore anyway.

I feel like lately I've been circling around doing another comics reading phase; I don't think I read any in 2022 (other than the MCU movie prequel comics), but I read Agent of Asgard and Thor: God of Thunder in 2021, so I'm probably about due, it does tend to be about every other year. I don't know, what's good right now that I probably wouldn't hate?

[francis-writes]

Gorr the God Butcher x Demigod!Reader

I watched Thor: love and thunder yesterday and I am in love so I guess I am gonna post some more stuff about Gorr soon

For the most of your life, you thought that you're a normal mortal. There happened a few little accidents - weird, you could even say magical - but you had no idea why you were feeling different than your peers.

Then one day you discovered that one of your parents aren't your biological mother/father. Finding out that you have other parent was hard enough, but it couldn't compare to the moment when you learned that you're a demigod.

It was a bit annoying and sad that for so many years your godly parent didn't even try to meet you but after all you could accept it. Maybe they were too busy. Or they didn't want to accidently *ujawnic you their true nature. Or… just anything, you could found them billions of excuses. Just to believe that they left you not of their own will.

So, with fear and excitement, you decided to contact them and finally meet your parent. They agreed but your conversation looked nothing like you imagined it. They seemed bored, they weren't even a bit interested in your life (you had the impression that if they could, they would talk only about themselves), even when they listened to your words, they criticised your actions, and complained that you achieved nothing (as if they expected that a duty of every demigod is to become superhero or a genius or whatever). No sympathy. Now you understood why they left you. For them you were less important than a weapon or a golden bracelet.

Nothing strange that you began to hate the gods. You met only your parent but it turned out to be enough to make you treat every divine being as greedy, narcissistic, mean and unworthy.

One day you heard about Gorr and his mission of slaughtering all the gods. Maybe you overreacted a bit, but then you thought he's right and the world will be a better place without gods. So you decided to find him and offer him your help.

Gorr was a bit surprised when he heard your proposition. You explained him your history and he decided to accept your help. He wanted to kill gods but he rather didn't have any plans in matter of their mortal children. Moreover, Gorr understood your anger and desire of revenge.

To this time he was doing great only with his sword but during war allies (especially the ones with demigod powers) are priceless.

(Maybe you didn't have an experience in fight but you will learn during travel. After all, shadow monsters did great job during attacks)

Gorr didn't make secrets out of his life and soon he told you about road that lead him to this place, and about dead of his daughter. You felt sorry for him but he didn't want your compassion, especially that he was on his way to avenge his family and his people.

Sometimes you were worrying about your friend. His condition was worse with every day and you knew that sword is slowly destroying him. Was revenge worth the price? But you stayed silent, fully aware that Gorr didn't care about his health and your words would make any difference.

After some time of working together, you noticed that you like your accomplice more and more. To be honest, you had a crush on him but you didn't want to admit it to yourself. And you definitely would never admit it to him. You were sure that Gorr didn't reciprocate your feelings. The only things that really mattered to him were a family he lost, and his revenge. You? You were only a side-kick. A friend at best.

And yet, while not murdering gods, you spent a lot time talking and laughing. Power of sword made Gorr going more mad with every day but you didn't mind it. You liked his humour and view on the world. And actually Gorr really enjoyed your presence too. Until you appeared in his life, he didn't realize how lonely he felt.

He loved you too but he also didn't want to admit his feelings. Even if there was a chance that you feel the same way about him, there was no possibility of a life together for you. He swore to destroy the gods. There was no time for romance.

Moreover, Gorr was cursed and starting a relationship with you would be sentencing you for later grief.

When he kidnapped the children, you had a moment of hesitation if you're not going too far but you quickly told yourself that no harm will happen to them and they are only a *przynedta. Gorr could hate the gods but he wouldn't hurt innocent kids.

While dying, he was happy that you and his daughter are by his side and you wouldn't be alone when he'd be gone. But in the last moments, Gorr decided to tell you the true and admit he loved you.

When he died, you adopted his daughter. It made him calm to know that he doesn't have to worry about her because she will have a good caretaker.

Of course you took her on missions to help Thor. Well, in the meantime, you learned how to fight too and you created quite good team.

Version 2 because I am delusional and I like happy endings

Let's say that your demigod powers allowed you to heal people and you managed to save Gorr's life and you created happy little family with his daughter :)))) you bought a lil nice house in the cottage and you lived a happy life with no more murders and dangerous missions (well, maybe just a few. In a year).

[vixxi]

Alive - Thor x Sick!Goddess!Reader

You were in New Asgard with your little twin boys, waiting for your husband, god of Thunder Thor, to come back from defeating Gorr the God Butcher.

Since the day when he confessed his love to you and told you that you were a mortal and can’t live with the fact of you die, so he got some golden apples from Idunn for you to eat so you can be immortal and live with him even longer.

That got some problems, when Thor told you who is Gorr, he does not want you and your childrens to die in Gorr’s hands, he needs to stop Gorr for once. So some days passed, when he was in fighting Gorr, you start to get weak as well as your childrens, you feel that Gorr was draining your energy, so you prayed for Thor to win.

Your maidens were taking care of your twin boys, as you were in your and Thor’s shared bedchambers, looking up in the sky from the window while a healer tried to help you, you noticed a Bifrost forming, you believed that it was Thor coming from the victorious fight.

One of your guards informed that Thor had come back and wants to see you and your little princes, you nodded as the healer helped you lay on your bed and when you heared the door opening, you saw your belowed husband in his armor.

Thor smiled at you as the healer bowed to you and Thor before leaving you two alone, Thor sit next to you and kissed your hand “How are you feeling my love?” ah, you missed his baritone voice. You smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m feeling better now when you are back in my live” Thor chuckled at your answer, he then slowly takes off his armor, only to be in his shorts, you blushed when you see his glowing from sweat muscular body. Thor smirked at your reaction then lay down next to you and hold you closer, kissing your jawline to your shoulder.

“And how are our little princes?” he asked softly, you giggled when you felt his beard tickle your skin “They are getting better” you answered, Thor hummed as he told you his expedition to defeat Gorr, you listened to every word, because you missed his voice.

Then Thor got you some soup and herbal tea to make you feel better and even bathe you, you always told him that you can do it yourself, and his answer is ‘I need to take more care of you and our princes, since Gorr tried to take you three away from my live’

God, you love your sweet, kind and gentle husband Thor.

[ao3feed-thor]

happier than ever

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by desrouleaux

A battered, broken fairy gets banished from Omnipotence City and finds comfort in the arms of a cursed one.

• Gorr the God Butcher x fairy!fem!Reader •

Words: 1311, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Gorr the God-Butcher, Reader

Relationships: Gorr the God Butcher/Reader

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Shameless Smut, Past Abuse, Loss of Parent(s), Loss of Innocence, Submissive Character, Claiming, Biting, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Unsafe Sex, Oral Sex, Dark Magic, Aftercare, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

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[enaelyork]

Divine Essence a Gorr x Reader fanfic - Part 1

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Warning

This fanfiction is rated +18 for violence, consensual/non-consensual sex, vulgar language.

With the exception of the existing Gods in Thor, I don't mention any names. You are free to give your reader and his gods the names you want afterwards. I use “It” “His/him” Her/her” pronouns alternatively for talk about gods. 

This fanfiction has no but denunciation. It is not aimed at any existing or spiritual person. It is aligned above all with Gorr's point of view and with all that may arise as questions about the gods in general.

I choose to align myself with Love and Thunder and not with the comics. Attention I take a lot of freedom on the movie. This fanfic is not happening in the movie storyline. 

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CHAPTER 1

My story is their story.

Their story is mine.

The gods have shaped mortals, you will be told. It has never been truer than for me.

I am their creation.

Piece by piece, they built me ​​without my seeing them. Their existences influenced my universe from the moment I took my first breath. I was rocked by their praises pronounced by the sweetest of mothers, the most assiduous of believers.

She gave me a name, because it was they who suggested it to her.

That night, as I staggered onto the temple floor for the first time in a long time, I remember. I remember her holding my hand tenderly every day to lead me there. The impatience that made my heart beat as I pushed open the heavy doors of the sacred place. My joy of entering it had left me a long time ago and today it was something more instinctive that pushed me there.

Shelter.

To disappear.

-Tell me, mother, why do I call myself that?

I can almost see the ghost of my childhood pass through my bruised body. To feel my mother's silhouette slip past me. Behind the rancid smell of burnt wood, I catch a glimpse of her delicate scent, as if she were still there.

As if nothing had ever changed.

-Because they whispered your name in my ear while you were in my belly.

Her voice was like a distant breath. The vague nostalgia of a lullaby we miss. The gods had decided everything in our existence. That's what she had always said. Starting with the name that had to be worn, then the trials to be overcome. That's how she explained everything. In this way she justified her sadness and the blows she accused to protect me.

The violence we both endured.

The gods are testing us. she said.

This is what justified the violence, the misfortunes too. It was in this way that she explained why we lived on so little, why we did not have enough to eat every day, why we had to protect the little we had against others. And I accepted it. I accepted everything. Their silences, their indifference. I was ashamed to doubt their existence every time I passed their statues on the altar, so to make up for it I wove flower crowns or offered them half of the few things my mother offered me to eat. . I accepted their absence when they were so present in our hearts.

I forgave them everything.

Until that famous night.

-Mother ?

I hear my frightened voice in my head, the cold of the refuge caresses my skin as if I were still there. Down in shock to see her there, bathed in a pool of blood… Her blood. I crawled over to her, shaking her limp body a few times before I saw her eyelids move feverishly. Was it the gods who had given me the strength to take her away from here? To drag her with all my might to a safe place where she could find care? I didn't know. But under the light of the stars above us, I prayed to the gods every second not to take my mother away from me.

I only had her.

-Y/N….

I had heard her call me several times. I was silent, I refused to speak to her. She had to keep her strength to hold on, to survive.

-Y/N!

- Shut up, mother!

I collapse, exhausted on the rough, sandy ground of the street. Silence falls on us and my soul remembers my endless sobs.

What happened to the world we lived in? What had the gods done with it? Why did they not intervene to restore order and justice? I realized that the universe that the Gods had shaped was cruel, ruthless, to the point where we killed to get what we wanted and they did nothing to change that.

I didn't know what those who had hurt my mother that night were looking for, but the gods had attended to it with complete indifference.

-Protect my mother… I whispered silently. Curled up against her increasingly feverish body. I held in my hand the statue of the god that my mother had entrusted to me several years before. He was the one who had whispered my name to her, she told me, so it was important that I keep him with me, to keep him awake.

-My child…

Her hollow voice sent chills down my spine. I saw her use her last strength to ask me to listen to her and I slowly took her hands in mine. I was shivering, not from cold or hunger, but from anger. Hatred was slowly eating me, burning my heart like no other feeling had ever done.

-Please don't make...those eyes.

I look at her, pretending not to understand.

-I refuse to join the gods leaving you with eyes full of hatred…

Tears gently rolled down my cheeks that I couldn't contain. I was overwhelmed, destroyed and terrified. They couldn't leave me here without my mother...

- They don't answer, mother, they...

-Shhh, you're wrong. They answered us. Unfortunately it's not the way you want it…

I put my hands on my face, look at the sky hoping that if they don't hear my voice, they read in my head all the bitterness that I carry for them.

-They destroy my life if they deprive me of you.

She gently closes her eyes. I remember at the time I was not sure if they would open again.

- My life is like a vase, you understand? I breathe gently. A broken vase, if the pieces hold it's because your hands are all around. But if you...

-You will hold this vase alone, with the help of the gods…

I am voiceless, I want to spare them my disgust.

She clasps my hands in hers with all the strength she has left. Even today, many years later, remembering that moment makes my heart ache and my eyes vibrate with a strange sadness. I vividly remember the look she gave me then, and that's probably why I'm here today.

- Please don't hate them. They only test us, that's what they have to do, it's our resistance that proves our faith. You are strong, I know you will make it without me.

I already doubted it at the time, today it seems obvious to me that she was wrong. Yet she tenderly caressed my hand before squeezing it again with a tender strength that overwhelmed me.

-You have to make me a promise… she said. I nodded without thinking. Big mistake.

-Protect them… At the risk of your life… These words had sounded my sentence. This world is going up in smoke, you know? The gods do not want this, but soon the mortals will come after them, they will no longer believe in them, they will hate them. But you, you know that they are good, that they have always made sure to see us live so... For me, please. Protect them. Keep in you the flame that I lit one day in your heart.

I barely had time to nod my head, to whisper a yes in the hollow of her ear while stroking her hair before she closed her eyes for good. At that moment, the anger I was channeling deep inside me made every muscle in my body tremble and in a loud sob, after screaming all the anger I had deep in my soul, I asked those gods.

Why did they abandon me?

Their silence had spoken for them.

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The promise I had made to my mother had not taken away my resentment. It was there, present deep inside me forever. It gnawed at me, prevented me from returning to the temple. I had never set foot there again.

Till today.

War, famine and madness had gnawed at the hearts of my people. Nothing that I had known existed except this gigantic building in which I had finally taken refuge.

Even the disciples of the gods had fled, out of fear, out of disarray.

It was just me and the statues.

Their statues, once so large, so majestic, were cracking under the earthquakes. Their fractures made them vulnerable and the stones slipped on their fragile marble skins.

Soon they would be down

.

As we all were.

It's been a long time, huh? I thought looking up at them. A heavy silence reigned here, through which sometimes filtered the echoes of cries of distress and detonation. Thinking about it, my mother's death had been the prelude to our descent into hell, it had been the presage of our fall. Weariness, hunger and the feeling of losing my strength with each passing second made me less resentful and almost gave me the illusion that the gods would condescend to argue with me.

-What have we done to deserve all these hardships? Have they not worshiped your glory enough? I threw at the cold walls of the temple which returned my hoarse voice in each corridor. Only my echo answered me and that suited me. A sacred place was a great place to die and verify the existence of another world when we died.

And now, who abandoned whom? I thought as the earth began to shake again under my feet. I had not yet realized that this tremor was not similar to the others, by its violence it had almost made me fall. A ray of light pierced my retinas, pushing me to hide my eyes behind my arms. I felt like I was dying as the heat was stifling, like an explosion right next to me.

Then silence.

My jerky breath.

And its.

I can barely make out it silhouette through the pile of dust flying around us. I do not know then if it is about one of my similar or something else. Anyway, it was much bigger than me, much brighter too. But also extremely weaker.

What a paradox.

Slowly, I move towards the sound of it breath. Panic oozes from it breathing, or at least what I think it is. It lies there on the floor, desperate to get up as I reach out my hand to it.

He grabs me with force, I jump and by reflex I want to get out of his grip, and back hastily, trying to keep my balance.

-Save me. Pity.

For a moment, everything stops. The creature's words ring in my ears. Save me. Please save me. It face that reminds me of that statue that I implored for evenings, that I begged when I was manhandled on it altar, on which I cried for them to bring my mother back to me. It was him. It wasn't madness or even desperation that made me delirious. It was he who stood there, almost at my feet, his gaze terrified.

-He's coming… he whispers. You have to save me. Have mercy on me.

I want to spit in his face, but I'm petrified. By its grandeur, by the conviction of seeing an object come to life before my eyes, by the idea of ​​being in front of one of the most adored deities of my world and not just being dreaming. But there, it's not to put the knees on the ground that I want to do, I want to spit my hatred in his face of idol.

The promise I made to my mother...

I swallow my anger. What I see before my eyes is almost more delicious.

-So the gods are afraid now?

My voice is barely audible, my throat is tight

I tell myself that if I have to die today, it will be with the certainty that the gods have understood me, one day. Too bad we had to wait for this one.

I look at him, ready to throw himself at my feet, his wide open mouth full of pleas that will never reach me. The silence, split by the sound of a sharp blade, then her face frozen in nothingness, her head detaching from her neck and rolling towards me leaving behind a trail of gold like blood. The force of the blow propels a jet of gold over my face, staining my clothes and my entire being.

It face forever scarred with terror of what he had just seen stood there at my feet as shadows escaped, a mischievous whisper, an evil sneer.

The blade, the very one that had just cut off the head of my God, advanced towards me dragged by a frightening slender figure, draped in a once white fabric, now stained with dust.

He regarded the body with contempt, removing his hood to reveal his fearsome appearance. A white skin crossed by scars, a skull devoid of hair and a face with both hard and fine features. No doubt he was once human, but of that there was not much left. His whole being was darkness except for his big yellow eyes, shining like two blazing fires.

The smile that twisted his lips made my blood run cold.

-Oh… Looks like he lost his mind.

He sneers at the absurdity of the situation, his dark blade caressing his arm almost tenderly. A macabre tenderness, which has eaten at him for a long time, which absorbs what remains of his humanity, of his mortality. Nothing living transpired from his being.

Except for his eyes.

Their eyes.

When they attached themselves to mine, I thought I would die too. I wondered which was more fearsome, his weapon or his golden gaze, like the blood he seemed to enjoy spilling. Feigning compassion, he slowly advanced his threat as growing as his shadow.

-…Was it yours?

Yes. I want to answer, but nothing comes. I cannot. Because I doubt. This God is mine? Do I still have a God? Did I ever have one? He sees, through my shifty gaze, that I'm hesitating and it amuses him terribly. What spectacle am I offering him, there, wide-eyed, dripping with the blood of this creature he has just decapitated before my eyes as she begged for my forgiveness?

A spectacle that delights him.

He bursts into a mocking laugh, taunting my distress. He slips into his shadow, disappears into the abyss of his darkness to merge with mine and reappear right in front of me, through my shadow projected on the ground by the sad glow of the flames. Only a few centimeters separate us now, but I'm not backing down. I stand there, frozen. Although it is far beyond me, I refuse to let it dominate me.

- You don't know, do you?

He blows, his icy breeze touches my cheek. Deep inside I tremble, but something else vibrates, something that keeps me from looking down, let alone bursting into tears at the violence of its truth.

I don’t know.

-How would you know? You who prayed to him incessantly without his answering. That's what you did. Is not it ? How many times have you implored him without him coming to you?

Always. I thought, but I refrained, because I knew he was going to feed on my confusion, my disappointment. That his blade fed through him.

-He and all the others, they abandoned you.

-They test me…

I don't know where I find the strength to answer him that when my existence of loneliness and suffering is projected in me. The number of times i asked for their help and they never intervened. The death of my mother, the violence that has befallen me since the moment she disappeared, the suffering, the abuse. All this realized before their eyes in their complete indifference.

And i defend them, deep inside me, a force pushes me to believe in it. To believe that everything I have experienced was not in vain, that a wonderful thing awaits me at the end of this existence of misery.

 The promise.

-Not for long, I'm afraid...

- Don't count on it too much.

His hand falls on my jaw, without violence, but with a force that represents me. Until then I could have fled and yet I was there, sucked in by the power of his yellow eyes. A fascinating force burned in its golden orbs and looking at it I wondered what drove it so much. Was it hate? Revenge ? Anger ? Was it these feelings that made us so alive? His gaze swept over my entire body, consuming every inch of my skin, moving up my legs and up my chest. 

Does he wonder how he's going to kill me? Its blade dances in its hand and yet it remains there, tickling the ground with its fearsome point when it could have slit my throat several times.

As I think the storm has passed, his touch electrifies me as I feel his fingers move slowly, running down my cheek, soaking up the golden blood that drips down my skin. The blackness of his fingers is coated with it as he puts his thumb on my lips, traces golden trails on my mouth, a sinister smile stretching his. Is it fear that makes my legs fail or something else? I ignore it, I refuse to show him the spectacle of my weakness, of what I feel inside me at this precise moment.

Because it eludes me.

Everything escapes me.

-Its a threat ? He mutters between his teeth. His mouth is dripping with the abyss, he is the abyss and I had never wanted so much to dive into it.

It was terrifying.

-Perhaps… I breathed in my turn. By I don't know what force I stood up to him when I knew the blade was ready to cut my tongue and maybe everything else. Yet there I was, alive, my eyes in his eyes, the rapid breath of my chest managed to hide my trembling muscles, and he... He, he was staring at me, I was unable to know what he was bringing at this moment. , but something seemed to prevent him from getting over it.

-You don't see things as they are… he breathes. His hand moves up my cheek, slides through my hair as his voice slowly fills with pity.

- The stories of the Gods don’t concern mortals.

He glares at me, as if those few words were far worse than anything I'd ever said before.

-I'm not like them.

-You decide their life and their death, so what are you, if not the worst of them?

In turn, he hesitates. I see it, I feel it falter. His hold on me thins for a moment, I feel like I have the upper hand in a fight that never was one. To have injected into his soul a poison of rare violence. I find myself appreciating the doubt I see in his eyes, in the features of his frightening, fascinating face. He sees something in the distance that I can't define, and that's probably what saves me from certain death. Because it was obvious that he was going to act, that he was going to end it and give me back a hundredfold the suffering that I had just inflicted on him. That he could only be appeased by seeing my mortal blood flowing at his feet.

His hand moves away from my face, still lingers on the edge of my cheek, leaving a freezing cold in its wake. Even more than the blood of a god, it was his mark that he had just smeared on my face. His darkness.

-One day you will understand… he hissed. You will think of what I told you. And maybe you'll even thank me.

-And who should I worship, then? I taunted him as he walked away. This final question will only be answered by the violence with which he throws me against the wall. The impact of my back on the rock takes my breath away, the pain seizes my chest until it takes my breath away.

I'll be unconscious before he kills me.

–

Softness

Caress.

A comforting warmth envelopes me, I feel it around my shoulders, around my whole body.

Am I dead?

Is this what awaits us after death?

I refuse to open my eyes, I'm too afraid to see the beneficial feeling of this contact disappear. I try to remember the last time I experienced it. Nothing comes to me.

-Mother ? I breathed softly. But no one answered. My curiosity compelled me to slowly open my eyes, detecting an unknown figure hovering below me.

It's not the yellow-eyed monster, it's not the master of shadows.

It's someone else.

- Do not be afraid, my child. You are safe.

Her voice is soft and deep at the same time. Is it a woman or a man?

Something else ?

I can make out her silhouette, I can hardly define her, but she is there, she smiles benevolently at me. The decor has not changed, I am in the temple, the flames are still dancing on the walls around me. I look around the room and the lifeless body of my god and his decapitated head leave no doubt as to the reality of what I have experienced.

Damn, what's happening to me?

-He's dead… I whisper, still weakened.

-Yes, he is… Like many of us.

I look up at him again. His face is familiar to me. A statue on the altar...

-You are there…

The creature looks at me. She has the features of an androgynous and extremely beautiful human, but no doubt her similarities to one of the statues in the temple. Her silence slowly pushes me into my thoughts, brings me back to my helplessness and to the memories of my mother.

Promise me to protect them… These words echo in my head, again and again, and in the face of them my failure.

His head lying on the ground.

Protect them.

My weakness.

My inaction.

My hatred paralyzed me, my resentment, my aggressiveness prevented me from keeping my word. In me a vise contracts my soul, makes the few tears that remain to it gush out.

- I failed… I said. The creature looks at me, I feel its hand on my cheek, exactly where the yellow-eyed monster touched me. His image flashes back to me.

-I could have…I should have…I couldn't save him, I was…

-Shhhht… It doesn't matter. You couldn't do anything against him. For now at least….But if your wish is still to avenge the death of your God, then maybe I have an interesting deal for you…

I hesitate for a moment, blink. Seeking to understand what she offers me.

My revenge?

-Is that what you want?

- Ever since.

I close my eyes, the feeling of releasing myself from a huge weight relieves me as I feel his hand pass over my temples. I understand then that from now on, I am linked to them as I have never been.

There she is, my ultimate reward.

- Contemplate our power, and touch it with your fingertips, because today, my child, blessed, you have just made an alliance with the chosen ones, to cross the border which separates us.

[francis-writes]

Imagine

Imagine that at the end of the "Thor: love and thunder" you made a deal with some higher supernatural entity to die instead of Gorr.

Resurrecting the is not practiced among the gods but your sacrifice made quite an impression and they made a little exception for you: they let you leave the land of dead for an hour of each day so that you can meet him.

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