#gow Heimdall

[herbivorousmadao]

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Gods, it's been a year since my last tumblr drawing. So much has happened in that time. The difficulties in life and at work have knocked me out, but I am so glad that I am slowly rehabilitating. I bought my first acrylic markers and I sketch in my free time at work. It's modest, but I'm trying to get my hand full again.

And, I love him 💔

[deeepnest]

hello gow nation

original meme

[untilcrickets]

UHHHHHH I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING….

MDNI🔞

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I need him carnally……to put it lightly…I need to get my butt working and draw some nsfw stuff

[mandersie]

"Fight little wolf fight"

Just a concept for a bigger piece I may or may not do in the future, inspired by "Little Wolf - EPIC: The Musical"

The moment I heard that song I thought of Atreus, had to get the idea out of my head aaa, I don't usually share these sort of sketches but since I'm unsure if I'll finish it here you go x)

[smellslikeshadowspirit]

This fuckin guy

[call-me-kermit]

Oh I got a good one, How the God of War characters would react to reader kissing them for the first time eather on the cheek or the lips or both. Please definitely add Atreus. Please

Smooches

Warnings: Cuties being cute.

Genre: Headcanons

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Kratos

It was a total shock to Kratos when he felt your lips against his temple.

You would never guess he was dumbfounded and awestruck by the sudden affection.

He didn't respond with words or even look at you, just kept on with his task.

He wracked his brain trying to think of what the kiss had been for.

What made you think to do it?

All he had done before was take the flint and start the fire you were having trouble starting.

After all, he needed that fire going so he could cook the fresh game.

He didn't quite understand until Mimir, the smartest man alive, told him after you'd excused yourself from the room.

“You've been married before, brother! How do you not realize that women relish being taken care of?”

So you kissed him because he helped you?

That's it?!

That's ridiculous.

He totally started helping you out more often though.

Not because he yearned for you to kiss I'm more often.

No.

Definitely not.

He only wanted to show you how to do the things you should know how to do already.

Smooches were just a bonus.

Atreus

He'd liked you for so long that by the time you'd kissed him it was like a damn breaking open and river water finally resuming the course it was meant to flow.

Even if it was just a sweet peck on the cheek while sitting beside each other at the campfire.

A peck that lasted a second.

But to him, it felt like everything was finally the way things should be.

He smiled and shuddered and tried to find words or the courage you had to reciprocate.

He stumbled under himself for a few long moments hating how stupid he must have looked.

He was afraid his awkward response ruined the mood.

He almost had the heart to blame you, you did this to him after all.

But that embarrassment only lasted a little bit before he was reassured this a longer kiss on the other cheek.

He settled for comfortable silence enjoying the moment.

Not before kissing your hands of course.

Such a gentleman.

Mimir

He really enjoyed the moments you stole him away and walked with him, sat with him, talked for hours about nothing and everything.

You'd find a log, or field and lay him in you lap, laugh and talk sweet to him.

It was one of these moments, were you stopped him mid story, lifted him up close and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

He was saddened at first, insecurities about being just a head filled him.

He cares for you, absolutely, there was no doubt he'd be happy to spend the rest of his days with you.

But he felt you deserved better than an old man with not body to hold you with.

You didn't seaem to mind, and since he didn't really have the guts (metaphorically and literally) to voice these concerns you just kept coming back for more smooches.

“You deserve better, love.” He finally spoke. “A man who could hold you.”

He didn't believe you when you said none of that matters to you.

He argued his point for a few minutes.

“Well, you have no legs to run away from me. So your fate is sealed, my love.”

He almost laughed until you kissed him again.

Indeed it was.

Sindri

The first kiss between you wasn't necessarily a real kiss.

But it made his heart swell up more than anything he'd felt, ever.

It was a long-fought battle, some nearly died.

He'd not been there with you Kratos and the rest.

But when they all returned without you, and told him of the struggle he was a second from demanding where you were.

He was scared.

Only for you to walk in, wound wrapped up, armor rinsed of blood and grub.

You'd taken time outside to clean yourself before entering his home.

The relief of seeing you alive and well was enough to make him smile so purely.

Then, as you approached, scars of near death in your eyes, you smiles back and blew him a kiss.

It made him stubble over his feet as he met you halfway, a gesture he'd never thought of anyone doing for him.

He considered for a moment kissing you for real, but his stomach twisted and he settled for returning the hand gesture.

He revealed it the way it wiped the pain in your eyes and made them glow with beautiful life again.

It wasn't anything extravagant or overly romantic, but it was something sweet and simple.

Perfect for both of you.

Heimdal

All he'd done was throw an insult in the direction of some hag who was too invasive of yours and his business for his liking.

You were for the few people he tolerated and it irritated him that someone would sully your name out of petty spite.

The next thing he knew, you were on him. 

He was more surprised he didn't see it coming.

He had no time to even process what you were thinking before you laid one him.

Then he realized you didn't even think about what you were doing until you were doing it.

Kissing the life out of him.

He enjoyed the fact your instinctual reaction to him “defending your honor” was to rob the air from his lungs.

It was such a little thing that got suck a big reaction.

He didn't mind at all, even after you pulled away and apologized.

He just smirked and pulled you back in.

Baldur

He’d been angry, throwing things, breaking furniture, seething, and cursing his mother’s name.

Another dead end, false lead, trying to find someway to break his curse.

You just stood there watching sorrowfully until he called enough to know he would hurt you if you approached.

You’d been by his side since the start, trying to help.

Watching him go mad.

When he did calm, and sat, panting and gritting his teeth, you took a seat beside him.

He could not feel the way you hand gently touched his shoulder.

He could not feel, the hand you placed over his chest and stroked to try and smooth him.

That made him angry all over again.

He wanted to feel your touch more than anything.

He never had the chance of being close to you like this before his curse.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched you lean in and place a soft kiss on his jawline.

His anger slipped into despair, as he wished more than anything to feel the warmth of your embrace.

The softness of your skin.

The taste of your lips.

At least he could still feel you in his heart, but it wasn't enough.

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•Kermitts Masterlist•

[arvolna]

So my friend and I were thinking about a headcanon where GOWR characters saw that I draw "anatomically focused" drawings of them. How would they react?

Kratos--would probably be used to people making statues of him? So he would say "Hmph."

Mimir-- "OOH... UHH... THANKS... LASSIE? UHH... Can you give this to... Sigrún?"

Freya--"Oh... Uhm... Pretty uhh... Accurate... Maybe try giving me some clothes?" would blushing red.

Freyr-- "OMG I'M A MUSE??? AM I YOUR MUSE??? oh and BTW you drew it small. Make it bigger" have you seen the statues of him? His uhh sword big.

Tyr--"Perhaps some meditation to... Uhh... Nevermind. But uh... You are good at what you do..." he would give a pat on the shoulder and leave

Heimdall--"You can't get behind the lie of 'anatomy focused' you know you like me. So tonight. Me. You. Himinbjörg. Don't be late."

Thor--"... I should lose some weight huh..." I would probably hug him and say that he doesn't need to.

Sif-- already killed me with her hair

Hildisvini-- "well... I appreciate the uhh imagination... Thank you. But uh... I prefer clothes" then respectfully leave

Also... The Huldra brothers + Lunda seeing the drawings

Brok: DAAAAAMN, SHORTIE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DRAW!

Lunda: OH AREN'T YOU A SMALL POCKETFUL OF TALENT! GOOD JOB! Hm. Kratos looks good and oh...freya..

Sindri: *vomiting in a corner* good drawing!

[theartofsimpatry]

Yandere Heimdall Headcanons

-Comes off as a tsundere yandere, its kinda scary when he likes you and pretending like he doesn’t

-Bullies the shit out of you

-Makes fun of you all the time :(

-Will especially make fun of your body

-if you’re skinny: he’ll call you boyish and asks if you’re really a woman and how maybe he should “check”

-if you’re chubby: he’ll call you a cow, *his* cow and will make disgusting inhumane comments about your tits

-No one else is allowed to make fun of you though (besides Odin, sorry)

-He caught some helmet-head talking about your body in a derogatory way (probably to impress Heimdall), Heimdall proceeded to beat the shit out of them and make them get on their hands and knees and apologize to you

-Will want to brand you, originally wanted to do it with an iron but other Aesir started to judge him and Odin told him to chill out… so Odin gave him a magical seal that can act like a brand (inspo pics at the end of what that brand would look like)

-His favorite thing is to watch you, both when you know and don’t know that he’s watching you

-Heimdall likes to surprise you while you’re busy and you least expect it, when you just used the bathroom and are leaving? You open the door to his purple eyes calling you disgusting.

-Why does he treat you like so? It’s because you’re a temptress.. purposely doing what you do to seduce him. How does it feel? Do you feel good knowing you have the Harold of Ragnarök wanting you? You’re disgusting for dressing like a whore but *fine* he’ll treat you like one

[cosmicourple]

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[clearcursor]

Hello Heimdall nation I know ur always starving but I'm here now anyway yea hes blue again

guys im going to my first convention ever this weekend I might be cooked

[anyabathory-blog]

Pouty child and smitten adult. huh-

[stalkingthenet333]

A big ask but I would die for a nsfw A-Z for Heimdall. 💜

Slay! Absolutely! :) This is going to be a long one I haven't done one of these in forever and I want to do it right this time!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Affection during casual sex? No. With romantic involvement? Yes, and only then.

Casual! Heimdall treats sex like a game. He's cocky, performative, and very smug. Affection is calculated, if used at all. It's definitely used as a means to fluster or manipulate, not comfort. He'll smirk when you moan. Tease when you beg. Keep eye contact just to dominate. The affection is an illusion of the performance, not the intimacy. "Oh, poor thing...already whining? And I haven't even gotten started."

If he's romantically involved with you, sex changes dramatically. He's still intense. Still teasing. Still maddeningly smug. But this time it's genuine. He craves being close to you but doesn't know how to ask for it without it turning into something else. If you two are together though? That mask cracks.

Affectionate! Heimdall includes; Forehead touches he pretends are just for fun, letting you seem him wrecked (breathless, overstimulated, undone), soft touches that linger too long, and grumbling if you catch him being gentle.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not going soft. You're just...ridiculous. Warm. Gods, shut up and come here."

He absolutely can sleep with someone he's not romantically involved with. Usually, it's never the same person twice, until he met you.

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

Short answer: He may notice physical traits, but he values mental sharpness, reactivity, and challenge far more than body type.

~~~~long answer below;

He's observant to the point of psychic irritation, and while he'll clock every detail about your body in a second, he doesn't fetishize physique.

Now, like I said, he notices every detail about your body very quickly, and he might have some thoughts.

Heimdall likely would find it amusing if someone is much shorter than him, not necessarily a turn on, more a power dynamic he enjoys exploiting. Might mock someone super buff, "Overcompensating, are we?", or someone 'weak', "Soo fragile... should I even touch you?", but it's all performative. He's trying to get a reaction, not expressing a real preference.

If you have scars or markings on your body, he'll ask about them, sometimes mockingly and sometimes seriously. Stories interest him more than aesthetics.

Now... his favorite thing? Expressions. Your flushed face, bitten lip, tear-filled eyes? That's what he craves to control. Not your frame, your reaction.

What he's really into:

1. How much of your body language he can read and manipulate.

He isn't aroused by body type- he's turned on by cause and effect. Can he make you tremble with just a whisper? Can he make you hold your breath with just a look?

"Oh? I barely touched you. Are you that sensitive? Or just that easy to break?" (with his infamous smirk)

2. When someone tries to hide their desire.

If you're shy? If you flinch away when he gets close but secretly want him? That ruins him. He gets obsessed with it. He'll press in closer, slowly, until you can't hide anymore. And when you break? That's the moment that gets to him.

3. Confidence. Not cockiness.

Someone who matches his energy but doesn't play his games instantly becomes more than just 'fun'. They become dangerous. And that's hot to him.

Turn offs? None based purely on body. To him that's beneath him. Honestly, he believes himself above base-level desire.

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so, what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

100%, like he never shuts up normally so this shouldn't surprise anyone.

He also wouldn't engage in standard dirty talk. He weaponizes language. His words some (most of the) time cruel and always intoxicating. It's control through conversation, and it reflects who he is: clever, perceptive, and always five steps ahead.

He won't say generic things. It's always tailored to you. What you need to hear... or what will break you the fastest.

If you're shy? "You're so quiet... but you're clenching around me like a liar. Come on, say it... say you like being used."

If you're bold? "Brave little thing. Let's see how long you last before you beg."

He uses your reactions like a mirror. Everything you try and hide, embarrassment, anticipation, the twitch of your breath, he sees it. And then he talks you through it.

Heimdall will degrade you and praise you in the same breath. Not to confuse you, but to keep you chasing his approval. He never gets loud. He stays calm.

"Look at you. So needy. Such a mess for me. And yet you're still trying to act composed. That's adorable."

He's not vulgar for the sake of being filthy. He's psychological. If saying something gently cruel will make your breath hitch? He'll say it. And he'll smile.

If he really cares about you, and something unexpectedly intimate happens. Like you moan his name softly, or kiss his wrist mid-act, he might shut up completely.

That silence? Means you won :)

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to who's topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

YEEES. He thrives on it. Not because he's into whips and chains (he totally might be...) To him dominance is validation of his superiority. It's also a shield against emotional vulnerability. Dominance is a performance that keeps people exactly where he wants them. Beneath him, in every sense. He's a very controlling man.

With the way Odin beckons him and bosses him around, he craves power and control for once. So, he loves to control your emotions, body, breath, and reactions.

That's what gets him off. Not just fucking someone, but breaking them down slowly and perfectly, until their pleasure is something he orchestrated.

"I know you better than you know yourself. Why wouldn't I take the lead?"

He definitely enjoys hearing, "Yes, sir" or "please Heimdall", and not because of tradition, but because your compliance feeds his ego.

He's not a dom who wants to protect you, no, he wants to ruin you for everyone but him. And then make you thank him for it.

"Good. You're learning your place. And I must say...I like you like this. On your back. Desperate."

To him, power is safer than intimacy.

Buuuuut... if you fight back against this power dynamic and take control, especially if you two are romantically involved....

He'll go crazy. And that's a good thing.

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

Yes, but in a casual way. That's what he says anyway.

It's a curiosity, a tool, and occasionally... a guilty habit.

He just wants to understand what people desire. He likes to see what makes others lose control.

He'll claim he's just observing. He'll scoff at the writing. He'll even critique the dialogue mid-scene.

"Gods, people get off to this? How embarrassing."

Then he watches the whole thing anyway.

Heimdall prefers reading erotica, due to the sheer fact he can control the pace to interpret and imagine things his way. It gives him mental distance...or so he thinks.

Watching anything makes him feel too exposed. But with text? He can maintain that smug superiority. Up until a line hits just right, and suddenly he's hard, breath catching, jaw clenched.

It definitely gets him in the mood, and he hates that it does.

He gets angry at himself.

Even masturbates furiously and silently. Then tries to erase the fact that he enjoyed it.

Heimdall is also the type to finish and immediately sneer, "Pathetic", under his breath- as if someone else made him do it.

He might have secret fantasies, but his ego would never allow him to sit down and write full stories.

He'll imagine you on your knees, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Or you begging him to slow down. Him teasing you until you sob, him cooing, "There it is. That's what I wanted."

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so, what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

See I really want to say yes, but he is such a control freak, very clean and specific about soooo many things.

He doesn't like chaos. And sticky fingers, messy sheets, the smell of sugar on his skin when he's trying to focus? Too distracting. Too... mortal.

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

Yes, but only once or twice. And he hated it.

No, he's not prudish, far from it really. He's not at all squeamish about sex.

Group dynamics? Sharing attention, not being the sole focus, competing for dominance or praise? Those are all the exact opposite of what makes him feel powerful or secure.

Even with his foresight, too much happening at once pulls focus from him. He won't stand for that.

Heimdall possessiveness is hardwired into him, whether he admits it or not.

So... no he probably wouldn't even be willing to try it again, even with you.

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

Heimdall is only into it when he's the one giving it. When it comes to receiving humiliation? It's... complicated.

He loves watching you squirm and beg.

He doesn't humiliate for cruelty alone; he humiliates to expose you. To strip away pride, defense, and pretense so he can watch the real you fall apart beneath him.

"Oh, you're embarrassed? Good. Maybe now you'll stop pretending you don't want me."

His style is mainly verbal, with a severe need for control. (Who's shocked? Not me.)

"You're such a mess. Can't even take me without crying, can you?"

He'll tease, mock, and emotionally strip you on purpose. Only so he can be the one to put you back together.

He is personally not into dehumanization. Heimdall already believes he's more of a tool than a person. Trained, used, set apart...

Being dehumanized triggers that bitterness and self loathing he's spent years burying.

So, if you say, "You're just a toy to be used."

He hears: "You were never enough to be loved."

If he trusts you, he may or may not like a small little teasing match. If it's respectful that is.

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

Heimdall loves intensity. Again, only if he's in control.

At his core, he is a creature of precision. Whether it's slow and smoldering or fast and punishing, he is only truly aroused when he's the one dictating the pace.

He loves dragging things out. Slow teasing lets him watch your anticipation build, pull apart your pride thread by thread, and it keeps you hanging just on the edge of begging.

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so, do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

He hasn't done it himself. He's been a part of an orgy once or twice and didn't like it. But all that attention on him? Yeah, he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't curious.

Painfully, secretly, obsessively curious.

It's also the kind of thing he'd scoff at publicly, "Disgusting. That's for people who don't know what real power feels like."

Privately? Late at night, when no one's watching? The thought haunts him.

He is obsessed with power. Dominance. Reading people before they move. But... the idea of being filled, stretched, stuffed, used... without being able to hide his reactions?

That's terrifying to him. And terrifying, for someone like him, means arousing.

He hates that he wants it, and that hatred fuels fantasy.

With his perception dialed to 1000, even the idea of two objects or more inside him- the weight, the pressure, the stretch, the way every breath would feel tight and electric- is overwhelming.

And that's the exact kind of overwhelm he craves but refuses to admit.

"You'd ruin me, wouldn't you? Fill me until I forget my own name. Is that what you want?"

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do, do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

If he does talk, it's to gloat. But most of the time? He keeps it secret.

He is a deeply possessive, image conscious, and strategic person. He doesn't share just to brag, he shares when it serves a purpose. Otherwise, your sex life is his private obsession, not community gossip.

It's never brought up casually. It's always intentional, and it's definitely meant to remind others who you belong to.

If he's in love with you? He keeps those details closer to the chest, but he still smirks like he knows something no one ever will.

He would never share photos. Ever.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so, what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

Oh yes, he does, and he's brutally good at it.

He wouldn't go down on just anyone. He only does it if he respects you.

Loves watching the way you fall apart with barely a flick of his tongue. He wants to watch your thighs tremble, your voice crack, your hands claw for something that isn't there.

Heimdall's favorite place to use his tongue? Your thighs. He lives for the buildup. The teasing. The slow licks that don't quite reach where you want. He'll make you shake before he even touches anything or anywhere explicit.

"What's the rush? I've got all night. Let's see how long you can beg without saying a word."

When he does go down on you? Eye contact. Always. He uses the flat of his tongue just enough to make you arch. Pausing at the worst possible moments just to hear you beg.

He also has thing for kissing you after he's spent hours between your legs.

"You taste how sweet you are? Gods, no wonder you shake that when I touch you."

It's only gross if he doesn't care about you. And if he's not the one in control.

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

Heimdall does masturbate. Very frequently to be honest. But definitely quietly. With a lot of rage.

He doesn't like needing it. So, every time he gives in, it's with gritted teeth, a clenched jaw, and a silent, furious pace that's meant to be efficient and not indulgent.

And yet... he always ends up dragging it out longer than he means to, because he can't stop imagining you.

"This is pathetic," he mutters to himself as he bucks his hips, grinding into his hand harder.

Now, it can a part of sex, but it's almost never casual.

If you're involved (even just watching), masturbation becomes a way for him to show off his control to tease you. He would for sure hold eye contact the whole time, smirking when your breathing changes.

"You like watching, don't you? Then sit there and behave. I'm not done yet."

Heimdall lives for watching you touch yourself; it's one of the few times he loses composure.

When you moan his name, whimper for more, or struggle to finish without him? It reminds him of how completely he owns you, even when he's not touching you.

"You really think you can cum without me? Try then. Go on. I want to see how long you last."

It might take a while for him to get comfortable enough for you to watch him, but he'll be a cocky bastard about it.

"Don't blink. You'll miss it. And you don't deserve a second round."

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial, or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

He absolutely enjoys both.

Orgasm denial to him is deliciously cruel. He's the kind of man who would edge you over and over, just until your legs shake. He'd pull away right as you were about to cum, whispering in your ear, "Not yet. You don't deserve it."

When he decides to give you everything? He gives too much.

He craves to see you cum once, and then not stop. While he doesn't.

He wants to see your eyes roll back on the second orgasm.

He wants to hear you sob on the third.

And he wants you to thank him for every single one.

"Look at you. Still shaking. Don't even know your own name, do you? That's what happens when you give me everything... go ahead... cry."

Definitely uses denial if you've been a brat, teasing him and pushing limits.

Now, if you've obeyed him, made him feel worshipped? Then you deserve to be given everything. (Good ole overstimulation)

"You're mine. Your pleasure is mine. I'll give it. I'll take it. And you'll thank me either way."

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so, what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

When it means something, yes.

Your fingers are probably one of his favorite oral fixations. He'll take your wrist in his hand and draw your fingers into his mouth with deliberate slowness- watching your face the entire time. No rush. No mess. Just... pure confidence.

He'll suck one finger at a time, tongue curling just enough to remind you that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Is this what you wanted? Or should I show what this mouth can really do?"

If you make him use his mouth, or even beg him to open up, shakes him a little. And he definitely likes that.

He won't just out right say it, but if you straddle his face and take charge? He might resist at first. But once it's in his mouth? He'll go quiet. Focused.

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

No. Size does not matter to him.

He does, though, have a favorite toy. Two actually.

The first one is a large, smooth dildo he uses to tease and train you. It's slightly too big to be 'comfortable' at first. Heavy, deliberate, cold- until it warms with body heat. Something he lubes very carefully, all while keeping eye contact.

"Come now... you want to please me, don't you? Then relax... I want to watch you stretch around it."

The second is a long, thin vibrating wand. For overstimulation of course.

It's not massive, or scary looking, but he loves how quickly it makes you sob if he presses it just right and doesn't let up. He's meticulous about it. Will bind your hands. Hold it in place himself. Watch your body twitch and shake as you beg him to stop or keep going.

"Look at that. You're going to break again, aren't you? And I haven't even changed the setting."

He does use them on himself, but rarely. And only when he's emotionally spiraling, feeling possessive but can't have you, and when he needs to test his limits... in secret. Guilty pleasure if you will.

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

Heimdall lives for the challenge of it, so yes. Silence to him means he is totally in control.

"You're doing so well...but don't make a sound, if you do I stop."

And

"Every noise gets you five more minutes more minutes without release."

He definitely likes both, depending on the context.

If you're normally reserved, composed, shy- and he makes you moan, cry, scream?

Oh, he melts. In the best way possible. He'll go still and watch your face, eyes burning with the hunger of someone who wants to imprint that sound into his memory.

"There. That's the sound I wanted. Let's make that sound happen again, yeah?"

If you're usually loud, he will break you making you stay quiet. Now if he catches you faking it? You'll be punished ;)

All about power play with him.

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so, what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely? TW

He absolutely is into risky kinks.

Blood play? YES. But in an almost ritualistic way.

He'd draw small, controlled cuts. With either a razor sharped dagger across your thigh, teeth on your throat, or nails down your back.

"Red is your color..." as he licks them clean. It's not about pain, it's about ownership.

And he is safe, safe as he can be. He's precise. He knows how far to go.

Breath play? Yes, he loves making his hand your new necklace.

The feeling of your pulse under his fingers, your soft gasps, the way you squirm... it shows how deeply you trust him. As much as he craves to control, he knows trust is needed. It makes him feel good.

Again, super safe, he counts seconds. Watches your face and your pulse closely. He doesn't want to hurt you, not in that way anyway.

Exhibitionism? Eh, depends.

He doesn't really want the attention on himself, but he loves that you know you're being watched.

Fingering you behind a curtain at a formal event? Telling you not to moan with guards stationed outside?

Whispering in your ear, "Quiet now. Let's see if you can behave."

It's more so if you're into it, he is. Otherwise, he won't go out of his way to do anything. That means he would 100% be safe about it.

Degradation and bondage would both be his favorite risky kinks. Like a mix of both? Yeah, he'd be hard for days.

Hands tied behind your back as he thrusts into you, "You'd fall apart if I left you untouched for day, pathetic really."

He'll mix cruelty with worship, until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

No, he doesn't like that for himself, but if you're into it he won't say no. Might mock you for it... definitely would mock you for it, who are we kidding.

Bondage is one thing, a swing? That's something else entirely.

Rope=yes, swing=maybe if you beg ;)

He's for sure taken you up on the wall, probably more times than in a bed. It's Heimdall. He's always working.

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

Heimdall loves when you make him cum in his pants. Shhhhhh, don't tell him I said that LOL.

He also loves making you think you have control, then stripping it away, slowly anyway.

Eye contact also really gets to him. Especially during oral. Giving or receiving, Heimdall needs to see your face. So, don't try and look away. "Don't hide now. I want to see what I do to you." And if you look up at him while his cock is in your mouth? That's it. You've ended him. Expect praise. And filth.

Freakily messy in bed. Spit is suddenly fine. Lube? Mandatory. Sweat, slick, bite marks- all good. He'll make a mess of you, just to say. "You look better ruined."

He likes when it hurts. A little. For both of you. So, that means he bites. Hard. He'll dig his nails in and drags them down your skin. Heimdall loves when you scratch, grab, or claw at him, because it means he's breaking you. "Mark me. Go on. Show me what I do to you."

Mild praise kink. Only in private. And he won't admit it. He'll smirk, scoff. But say, "So good to me..." or "You're the only one who can make me feel like this."

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

He doesn't, but he would absolutely love if you did.

It wouldn't last long though. He prefers you naked.

It's always a nice surprise though :)

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

NOT into CNC. He doesn't like blurred lines. If he's in control, it's because you've given it to him. Willingly, clearly, and full of trust.

DDLG/ little play. Pet names like 'daddy', baby talk, or any kink involving infantilization? Absolutely not. It makes him physically uncomfortable.

It's only a dealbreaker if you completely ignore his signals. Pushing after he says no. Or if you act like he's boring or vanilla because of his limits.

Puppy, baby boy, sweetie pie=NO. He is a God, not your child or soft boy.

Anything whiny or high pitched? Triggers disdain more than desire.

"If you call me that again, I'll leave. And not because I'm offended, but because I'm disgusted."

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

Yes. Sometimes. Usually pretty rare.

Heimdall is a very, very clean man. His shower/ bath time is sacred. You have to be really special to mess with that time.

A pool? Eh, seems boring, to him anyway.

It's not awkward. He just isn't into it. If you are? He'll try. Don't expect much.

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Heimdall has immaculate skin. Silky smooth. No scars, or any type of markings at all. Lean muscles, not bulky.

The back of his neck is very sensitive. Too sensitive. Rubbing it slowly? Fingertips sliding up into his hair? He'll try and brush you off but lean into it.

"Don't...hmm. That's not fair."

His v-line/hips. Dig your fingers into them while he's fucking you? His rhythm falters, his breath stutters. He doesn't realize he likes it until you do it enough times.

He doesn't like his lower back/ spine touched. It's too vulnerable. He'll flinch, tense or even pull away. Unless he loves you that is.

He also doesn't like his jawline/face touched during sex. He's not soft.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not, what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Unpredictability, he's the God of foresight after all, if you manage to take him by surprise? OOOOH yes lawwwd!

You grabbed him and kissed him too hard? Grabbing his hand and moving it lower? You ride him and don't break eye contact once? He'll growl, curse, and worship you for it.

Whisper in his ear, wear lace or silks, he's down bad for you.

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

His coc-

Well. I mean, I'm not wrong.

Anway-

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This took me forever! Hope you enjoy it :)

[untilcrickets]

we need more topless Heimdall fanart NOW

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Heimdall x f!Reader (Smut!)

| Pairing: Heimdall x Reader

| Contents: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! Sex pollen, Masturbation, Grinding, afab reader, p in v, creampie, rough sex, and orgasms, let me know if I need to add other things to this as well!

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| Disclaimer!: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! minor Grammar and Spelling mistakes so apologies, Kind of weird start. also does anyone else still like heimdall? I know its been a year since I initially posted my first oneshot of this asshole. I'm deciding to repost this on tumblr since I know some people still like this man lol

“I’m pretty sure a legless donkey could move faster than you.” 

Heimdall’s voice called out, the two of you had been walking through the wild jungles of Vanaheim. So far, if it had not been for Heimdall’s insults and petty comments, it was going well. The flora constantly grabbing at your ankles and causing you to stumble slightly each time you continued or turned into a new direction, but that was the least of your worries. 

The reason why you were in Vanaheim in the first place was for the All-father, or Odin for short. 

According to Odin, there was a lost relic in Vanaheim that he desired desperately. Apparently so desperately that he forced Heimdall to bring you with him for extra help. Unfortunately you couldn’t exactly say no since you wanted to look good in front of the All-father, accepting the offer with a feigned smile. You were his guest afterall.

“I’d move faster if it wasn’t for your constant insults!” You laughed, you were a couple dozen feet behind him, he just had to lead the way since you were ‘too incompetent’ to do so. Your eyes seemed to be lost in the environment, its natural beauty and color was just a sight to behold.

You were almost jealous of the Vanir that they get to live in such a beautiful realm, but you were soon kicked out of your thoughts as the sound of the golden god yelping hit your ears. That caused you to walk a bit faster, before turning into a jog, then into a sprint in order to find him. You knew he couldn’t be hurt by a person or animal, but plant life? Can’t exactly read a plant’s mind if there’s no mind to read. Even when Heimdall was a dick, you knew Odin wouldn’t exactly be happy if his most loyal son died to some miniscule threat.

But that isn’t what you saw when you found him. There was a small red-pink plant next to him releasing a dusty spore, his arm covering his eyes before backing up and falling on his backside. You grabbed him from under his shoulders and dragged him out, his grumbles consisted of the plant and how he hadn’t needed the help.

“Heimdall! Are you okay?” You asked, your hands propping on your knees as you looked down on him. He groaned at this strange feeling bubbling in his chest. “Yes- yes I am fine.” Heimdall reassured before pushing himself up to stand, trembling slightly but ultimately walking it off.

Why was he acting like this? He was being complacent and hadn’t insulted you yet for asking if he was okay. This was out of character for him, even his tone was out of character, and you hadn’t failed to notice. “Heimdall, are you actually okay?” Your voice asked again right as you walked in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Yes, Of course I am fine.” Heimdall’s voice shook a little, catching you off guard since his dialect indicates that he’s the biggest and best bitch in the world. “Are you sure ?” You ask yet again, he brushed off the comment before continuing. 

“We must find Gulltoppr before we return to Asgard-” Heimdall’s voice trembled worse as he stumbled towards a tree. His hand gripped into the tree's vines as a way to capture himself from completely falling. A strangled grunt rippled through the air and made you stop in your steps towards the god. 

He sank to his knees while he had a full body reaction to the sensations around him. Heimdall was feeling all sorts of sensitive, even when he had moved his hands to catch himself, they were all tingly. 

When he heard your muddled voice call out to him for the umpteenth time, his heart skipped a beat when his brain processed your sweet words. Heimdall! What’s happening to you- Answer me! Your hands grabbed at his tunic and turned him around to see a sight to truly behold:

The Scion of the Aesir was sitting on his knees, in such a seductive and submissive pose that rattled your brain. His usual cockiness was wiped from his face and was instead replaced with bright red blush and with quite the pleading pout settling on his lip. His hands now finding purchase on gripping your clothes, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grabbing. 

“H-Hey man, can you stand-” How he hated how your voice sounded. How it sounded like it was coated in the sweetest honey in of all the nine realms, he was easily entranced by it. From your point of view he looked hypnotized, absolutely lost in something.

He groaned when he felt the back of your hand touch his forehead, checking if he was possibly burning up from the plant’s spores. You weren’t technically wrong with that assumption because his entire body was emanating warmth, you could easily feel it when you planted your hands on his shoulders after he let out that little noise. 

“(Y/N).. please I-” He cut himself off with a pant and a down turned head tilt. “I need you.” 

He knew he would have some form of regret after this if he were rejected, whether that in your head that he was a little submissive slut or that he was so weak he got caught off guard by a plant of all things. He didn’t exactly appreciate the circumstances that led up to him on his knees. But he would soon know what you thought of this situation anyway. 

He brought his head back up to stare directly into your eyes, his bright purple ones held lust and need with parted lips. Speaking of his lips, they seemed a little bit more plump than what they normally were. You hated the fact that you knew exactly how his lips looked, from the quick snags you got when he wasn’t looking that you didn’t think much of until now. 

Shit! You just remembered he could probably read your thoughts right now. You got your answer when his lips tugged into a small crinkled-eyed smile before bringing you down by the grip he had on your clothes. His arms sliding around you to bring you into a tight hug when his mouth planted itself next to your ear.

“Please- Can I- Please may I have you?” His voice tickled your senses and caused shivers to go down your spine. It was just so desperate that you felt like you couldn’t say no. He moved himself from the side of your head only to look into your eyes again, just to read what little thoughts you had. Hues of colors were all he could see at the moment before the thought of him actually letting him have you in a jungle of all places, it was absolutely strange to you. But the look on your face told a different story. 

You would be a liar if you hadn’t at least one thought about what he looked like under all those layers, and that was all Heimdall needed to know before his hands found themselves hugging your hips instead. 

Forcing your body to grind down onto his newfound bulge. A moan erupted from his lips at the new found sensation adding onto his sensitivity. “Fu-Fuck..” Heimdall cursed while he continued to rub your clothed sex against him. The grip on your hips were harsh and it was like he was clinging for dear life, they were definitely going to bruise tomorrow.

“H-Heimdall!” You whimpered out when he grinded particularly too hard, the noise sounding like a siren calling sailors to shore. It was such a hypnotizing sound that he never wanted to stop hearing. The tingly sensation from the mutual rubbing was ever present in making his dick even harder.

“Heimdall!” You cried out his name once more. This time it actually captured his attention instead of adding to his sexual experience. He stilled his ministrations before retraining his eyes back onto yours, only to find them averted as he so desperately tried to read your thoughts.

“Are you sure of this? In the middle of a jungle..?” You barely whispered, but with his enhanced sense he could hear it as clear as day. He was reminded of his body’s blessing and curse that came from the plant’s spore when his body had moved against you by accident, a pathetic whimper erupted from the Herald of Ragnarok.

 

Your lips tugged into a small smile, you moved yourself against him just to tease him. Your shyness earlier muffled when Heimdall grinded against you once more, his lip quivering slightly as his gruff hands desperately grabbed and released your hips repeatedly. 

“Gah-! (Y/N)!” Heimdall cried out as his eyelids fluttered, his body jerking and his clothed pelvis flushing against yours. Forcing you to grind against him once more. He had panted heavily now, making you realize that he came in his pants. 

Your eyes widened when that piece of information dawned on you, you made the golden god himself come in his pants! You knew Heimdall wasn’t himself right now. He was high off his mind and you just made him come in his pants. Even when he technically consented, it still felt wrong. 

“Heimdall- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You started to apologize before a weak hand planted itself on your mouth. “Just- Just stop talking.” The aforementioned god spoke with a harsh tone, you would lie to yourself if you said you didn’t feel a little hurt at his words. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you actually did quite the opposite.” His voice hinted. He brought his pelvis back to flush against your sex, you could feel your own wetness against him. You could feel him and how hard he was once more. He was hard again already?! 

“Yes. Yes I am.” Heimdall scoffed when he read your mind before a groan had caught him to keep him in check, how he was the one who was affected rather than you who was just as ruined as him but from natural causes. “You don’t mind helping me out, do you ?” He coyly asked with a head tilt just to further tease you. 

Heimdall had scooted you off of his lap so that he could stand and release the ache in his pants. Unfastening his belt and letting both his kilt and his pants hit the ground.You could only watch with a glimmer of shock, awe, and lust as his belt piles with the other clothes.  His cock was dripped in his own come, standing at attention with an angry red tip. He was also nicely trimmed and looked groomed, showing how well-kept he was. “After all, you did cause this.” Heimdall putting the blame on you was such an absurd claim, yet you couldn’t help but agree.

Heimdall couldn’t help but sigh when he did show himself, he felt so much better after letting his pants drop. But he also wouldn’t lie to himself when he thought about what you looked like underneath all those layers you wear. Coming back to you (who was still on the ground), he had grabbed the waistband of your pants, along with your undergarments, before pushing them to your ankles. Your lower half is on full display without any distractions.

It left him breathless, to actually see you. He soon shoved your upper half joined your legs on the ground, the harsh ground being familiar to you from the times when you sparred with the man. 

His fingers ran themselves through your folds, catching you off guard, causing you to squeak in surprise. You were wet, undeniably so, and Heimdall liked that. Your legs tried to crumple together but Heimdall prevented that with his polished hands 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, You really thought?” He panted out while he scooted close to you, basically hovering over you. You hadn’t really noticed until now but the atmosphere of Vanaheim really made Heimdall’s appearance glow, he was truly handsome. 

He felt particularly nice in his sexual suffering for some odd reason, his fingers feeling your pussy up in ways that you liked. You cried out when he swiped small circles on your clit, holy Hel, the touches were electrifying. It wasn’t long before Heimdall lined himself up with your hole. Giving you one last look, one of pent up lust and desire and need. His cheeks are a bright red color that paired so well with his fuschia eyes. He slipped himself in.

The warm feeling of your cunt caused him to loudly whine. Even when it was just the tip, it was just the most perfect sensation. It was like a drug implemented in his veins and he couldn’t get enough of it. Lifting your legs so that they would be planted on his shoulders as he drew himself closer, helplessly hung there while he drove his cock into you slowly.

You couldn’t help but whimper and grip the ground, the dirt digging into your nails, below as he inched himself in further and further. He eventually bottomed out, his pelvis meeting yours in a lustful stance. He had just sat there, letting you feel used to his size, it was nice of him to do so in this state when you originally thought he would just fuck into your un-prepared cunt.

But that was soon the reality when he brought his hips back and then slammed into your walls again. A howl crawled out of you when Heimdall repeated his action. Then the harsh repetition began. The pain soon washed away as your body started to get used to it. Your velvety colored walls were gripping him like a vice, and he couldn’t be any more happier. His cock fitting into your body like the perfect puzzle piece, as if you were made to be fucked by him.

Heimdall was thankful for that plant now, rather than being annoyed like he was previously, he was now glad that he could fuck your pussy into oblivion.

You couldn’t help the babbling noises of pleasure that escaped and obscured the natural sounds of Vanaheim’s jungles and you absolutely hoped that no one else was strolling nearby. You’d probably die from embarrassment if someone did, but that didn’t seem to matter at all as Heimdall slammed into you. 

He knew he was going to come. He knew you were too based on your thoughts on how you could barely hang on when he kept hitting that part inside you that made you see stars. His nails digging into your skin in small crescents, if he had dug any further he would have definitely drawn blood.

A few more harsh thrusts and you were done, your pussy contracting around his cock as you came. A loud mewl echoed through Vanaheim. Shortly after, you felt his hot load stain your body, a warm feeling spreading from inside.  

Heimdall’s hips jerked while he trudged through, trying to get the most out of his intense orgasm. Pressing himself as deep as he could from this angle, spilling his cum into you. The god was staring into your eyes the whole time, it was like an explosion that entered your mind. It was an array of bright colors that he had the fortune to see. His thighs trembled dangerously as he caressed yours. 

You couldn’t help but be breathless. You haven’t had an orgasm like that since.. You couldn’t even remember. Your thighs shook with intensity even after he fucked you through your orgasm. Heimdall withdrew from your pussy with a disgusting squelching sound and sighed heavenly.   

But that wasn’t it. He wasn’t done and he quickly recovered and developed a boner in the matter of moments even after the previous two, how the Hel was the plant’s spore still taking effect?! 

“One more, please , just one more.”

Heimdall spoke while a hand reached your face, grasping it uncharacteristically gently, and had your cunt gripping at nothing. You nodded wordlessly before being caught off guard by being flipped to your hands and knees, your ass presenting just for the God of Foresight to behold. 

Behold he did, his hands now moving your pussy to see the absolute mess he had made. He could feel his balls aching in preparation of stuffing your slit once more. Your head tilted at its side, somewhat being able to see what was behind you, only to be pushed down with a harsh shove and his dick slamming into your hole. 

A whorish mewl was drawn out. Loving how full you felt, you pressed your ass against his hips. Bottoming out once more before slamming his dick back in. The wet sounds of sex rung through your fucked mind. Your thighs slapped against Heimdall’s, he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more while your plush thighs rippled with each clap. You could barely think now, only processing the big cock inside your now abused cunt sliding back and forth at a pace you couldn’t fathom. You could only drool, rest your head on your hands, and wait to come for the second time. You did, you shook as it took place.

As your orgasm continued, you realized Heimdall was still going. 

You felt your clit get touched and you instinctively hissed, you were feeling just as oversensitive as Heimdall. The only difference being that he was powering through it, you felt like you were about to scream. 

"Just endure. You can give me one more just like you’re giving me mine.” Heimdall reassured, swiping your clit in a softer, less lustrous and more kinder than before hand, and you couldn’t help but let out a choked whine. 

He knew you came again when you convulsed and sunk slowly again. He looked into your eyes again and saw the previous show from before but it was just a bit dimmer and blunt, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more.  Heimdall came once more inside, quickly placing you into a mating press, the ground below you dirtying your arms and knees. The hot feeling adding onto the sexual experience. He stilled while his come squirted for the third time this session and he wouldn’t lie if this wasn’t one of the greatest times he’s fucked before.

After waiting some time, He pulled out. Watching the slimy line of his own jizz disconnect from the tunnel of shared seed mixing together, but seeing some of it drip down onto the ground prompted him to slide his fingers inside, shoving it back in farther just for you to savor it. You gave a weak whine at the action, but it's not like you can do anything about it. 

“I’ll call for Gulltoppr, just- stay here.” Heimdall stated, just beforehand he had helped you back into your pants and sat you against the very tree he fell upon. Strands of your hair sprawled from your hairline, he brushed some of said strands past and back into your hair to make it look more presentable. He himself was in his own clothes as he stood

He soon took off to look for his beloved pet, you couldn’t help but notice the stumble he had every few steps.

[smellslikeshadowspirit]

Replaying gowr (YET AGAIN) and realizing how childish heimdall is

YOU ARE A GROWN ASS MAN leave that 14 year old ALONE

[call-me-kermit]

Dealing w/ Your Gremlin Behavior

Genre: Platonic Headconnons

Warnings: None

Request: What if Y/n was another God, who was basically a little chaotic gremlin; they see you as their child/sibling.

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Kratos

You give him a headache.

He will not hesitate to tell you to shut up.

You ramble about stupid things so often that sometimes he believes his ears will bleed.

Kratos has to hold you back by the collar when he sees that dangerous glint in your eyes.

The one that lets him know you want to try and make friends with the creature that wants to make you it's dinner.

That one that tells him that you're going to do something stupidly dangerous while claiming that you're helping.

You're not helping. You're just giving him one more thing to worry about.

When I say he's worried, I mean worried.

Atreus has done some dumb things, but you were wild and almost feral sometimes.

He's extra hard on you and even more strict with how he trains you.

Congrats, he'll drag you out for hunting and training more often than Atreus.

He's absolutely terrified that if he takes his eyes off you for even a moment, you'll piss off a troll or a soul eater.

Can't take you anywhere.

But he'd kill for you.

So I guess you can stay.

Just please stop trying to bite everything that's trying to kill you.

Atreus

Atreus thinks you're hilarious.

Bonus points when Kratos is yelling at you, not him.

But most of the time you've roped him into your shenanigans and he's taking heat too.

Half the time he watches and cheers you on, the other half he's right there with you.

Mostly because things have gone horribly wrong and he's trying to help fix it before Kratos comes along and catches you two.

Mimir

He can't do much more then tell you off if you to something stupid.

So, that being said, gremlin has free rain.

Until he tells Kratos to be his hands and smack you around some.

Then you better start acting straight, cause Kray don't play.

You are never allowed to carry him.

Never again.

Not after last time!

Sometimes though, its just good fun to watch you be wild.

Makes him miss being young.

And, you know. . . his body.

Freya

She has no patience for it.

Behave yourself, at least around her.

When you go gallivanting and come back with scraps or bruises, she'll scold you endlessly while tending to them.

"I'm speechless." While proceeding to talk for hours about how reckless and stupid that was.

She was horrified when she watched you insult a draugr's 'dead mama' while slashing it in half and doing a victory dance over its corpse.

What has she gotten herself into?

Yet despite your feral behavior, she enjoys being motherly again.

She has no problem cleaning you up and making food for you.

She just wishes you'd be more careful.

She's so afraid of overstepping and becoming too protective of you.

But she's not afraid to curse you for a day, a simple binding spell, to keep you in the house when you've gone too far.

You're grounded!

Sindri

You leave the house all clean and spiffy.

Always returning covered in dirt and mud, leaves on your clothes and in your hair.

He'll always frown and point to the bath he prepares for you when you leave.

You make his eye twitch every time.

You'd just grin and get to it.

Arguments over cleanliness while you're staying with him.

He knows you can't help the trouble you always find yourself in, but he knows you won't avoid it.

He knows you thrive on chaos.

He hates that about you, but he cares too much to let you go off with nowhere to go if something bad happens.

So his door is always open for you.

Even if it means you're dripping blood and dirt on his clean floors.

He just makes you clean it.

Brok

He's a gremlin.

So he loves that you are as well.

You two get into so much shit together it's hard to think you're both still alive.

Sindri is over it.

Heimdall

Absolutely not a fan of it.

Don't even start with him.

And for the love of god, stop trying to sneak up and bite him.

It was amusing for a while, but it's getting old.

He always has to hold you back when he see's you're about to do something stupid.

He will absolutely pretend to not have a clue who you are if you get caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing.

Lots of scolding and 'don't do anything I wouldn't do's.

If you were literally anyone else he would've fed you to Gulltoppr by now.

Baldur

He loves the chaos.

You keep him on his toes and his head on a swivel.

You are a challenge to put up with but damn you're fun!

Nobody makes him laugh quit like you when you're poking the bare.

Literally.

Please stop. What the actually fuck are you doing?

He actually 'died' jumping in when that dead bear wasn't really dead and decided it didn't like you poking it.

But hey, he's got a new rug and a fun story so yippee!

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NOT PROOF-READ Might come back to this one and fix it up some more. It feels kinda empty right now; I'm off my game.

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