#heimdall x male!reader

[arian-archivist-11]

I honestly might start making heimdall and thor content of my own for fellow gays

God knows we need it

Prob will start expanding the coverage of my work and posts to all the fandoms I'm in because God of war is my hyper fixation zlat the moment but I'm into a whole lot of shit

But for now God of war takes precedent

I might just start with posting some of my writing and headcanons then start writing if requests anyone is interested

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hello! So glad you're writing GoW now. Can I request headcanons for Heimdall? Or, maybe, a situation where he wants to marry a s/o who is a god from another pantheon?

— Yandere Heimdall Headcanons

Warnings: yandere behavior, kidnapping, and heimdall (he's a warning enough lol)

A/N: I’m horrible at picking, so I decided to do headcanons. Hope you enjoy our nasty man! <3

Got some of my headcanon ideas from @stupid-sloot-headcanons.

Possessive to a degree where it’s concerning. Absolutely hates having you leave his sight, and an impulsive freak. He acts on desires, whims, and the thought of you, his lovely darling, and him ruling beside Odin.

It’s hard to get his attention, that’s for sure. There are a few ways to do it, but at first, complicated terms are on how you two met. With his type of forte, personality, and loyalty towards Odin — it’s likely you are an enemy, or viewed as an enemy towards Heimdall. 

You could be a God, one with a rather strong ability to land a hit on him. And with this, it drives him insane. It cancels his attacks, simply overwhelming his senses, making him yell out before cowering away with rage. And with this, It’s only hatred – and envy towards you. 

In a rare chance, you could be a mortal, meeting him by direct combat. He looks down at you, at first. You’re human, nothing important to him nor Odin. But you’re immune to his humiliation and famous words of jabbing. You replied with the same amount of venom, which only leaves him heated.

Either way, it’s pure hatred with you. He despises you, watches you from afar with bitter thoughts. It only results in him stalking you, where he can learn everything about you — your weaknesses, insecurities, every fear, so he can humiliate you when the time comes. But, as he spends more time watching you – being more angered – Heimdall realizes he’s plagued by you; falling for your stupidity and loveable habits. 

He’s not entirely sure why. But you make his heart speed. Hands sweaty, and have his head full of ideas of you; smiling, laughing, even kissing him. It only results in more anger. How dare you make him feel this way? Don’t you realize how this will make him look at Allfather? An idiot is what you are. 

By small steps, his hatred slowly turns into obsession, and not that it already has, but you start to realize it. When he decides to visit you, ‘simply’ popping up where you are, Heimdall doesn’t insult you, but rather asks what your stupid brain is doing; twirling around you before teleporting you away within his circle. He does this a few times, watching your reaction and calming you down with a sarcastic sing-along. It’s only until the last time you meet up with him, he takes you away forever. 

The ‘home’ is in Asgard, a large room destined for the both of you. Even though he seems distant toward you and at times view you as a toy-to-play-with, he likes seeing you happy in his world as he keeps himself busy with Allfather’s duties. There are books, poems, and the will to roam around Gladsheim however you like. You can do whatever you want, but perhaps have the thought of avoiding others. 

His affection is overbearing and suffocating. He justifies himself over you, which means when he wants to touch you, he touches you however he likes. Though, he still wants you to view him as a God — so most of his touches are lenient; a hand on the shoulder, a kiss on the cheek, or a hand tightly wrapped on your waist that signifies that you are his. 

Heimdall’s anger is a weapon. It’s something not to be messed with, especially if it’s within the trap of jealousy. 

This said, he hates having you leave his side or even see you talking to someone else; beside Odin, that is. But anyone else, he becomes a mess: laughing, mocking the person, and eventually turning to you with deep, violet eyes. 

And this also hints at objects. If he sees you reading, or simply not paying attention to him, whatever you’re currently doing, is ripped to shreds. Your attention should be on him, not some stupid item that means nothing. You are his, aren’t you? 

Despite his mocking, and his inferiority complex, he’s kind towards you; he listens to you and ensures you’re in good health. Sure, if you whine about wanting to go home, he flips out and yells at you. But, if you don’t want to be touched or want to be left alone, he swallows up his annoyance with a smile of, “Fine.”

He spoils you, gifting you clothes that he knows you’ll like and wanting you to dress up nicely. And if he’s in a good mood, he’d love to do some training — wanting to see if you’re still as good as you were on that day. 

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[rolling-storm-writing]

Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

[celestialhole]

PLEASE ANYBODY I NEED HEIMDALL X MALE READER HEADCANONS, ONESHOTS, FLUFF OR NSFW IDC I WILL DO ANYTHING PLEEEAASSSEEE

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Loyalty binds chapter 1

a/n: oop, is that me posting. yep it is, im back and alive sadly, i missed yall very much so i decided to work on this heimdall x non binary oc type series. i thought it would've been really cool to finalize it and write it out. this story is pretty much a back story series for my oc, let me know what you think. this is will going on my ao3 as well.

warnings: theres nothing too bad in this first chapter besides hemidall being heimdall.

words: 2k

Running, that’s all ular ever did, not once did he ever let his fears catch him. If they did, he knew he would be a dead man, the same dream plays like the repeating song of morning birds, the voice of someone calling out his name. Chanting, and chanting until “hey boy! Get up.” his sealed eyes were now open, looking around in a panic before finding the person of this voice. 

Ingmar, the big friendly man who took him in. Raised him like his own. His deep blue eyes and jet black hair with slight grays as he crosses his arms looking down at her, “you know I’m not so positive about being late, plus it’s your first time in Asgard! Don’t want to make your first time a horrible experience, get up and get ready!” Ingmar shouts, The teenager groaned in response, rising from the bed he slept in. Today is a special day for this cute sea boy, Ular. As Ingmar said, it was her first time visiting Asgard, the only time he heard about Asgard was whenever ingamr talked about it. The place sounded like a myth or something that didn’t exist, but it did.

“So, today is finally the day you take me there?” ular teased, in a child-like tone as he hopped around behind Ingmar, heading outside their home to walk up the trail that leads to the wall of Asgard.

“You're getting bratty, kid?” he remarks, looking down at him before standing with his arms crossed. The boy silenced himself in mere seconds of that familiar tone, “huggin!” He barked, raven feathers slowly circling them, Ular’s golden eyes widened in curiosity at what was transpiring in front of him. The birds enclose the two as they are transported. A new life, something new to explore, and Discover is the one thing Ular adores. Fresh things perked her interest in mere seconds.

Once the birds cleared a wonderful sight greeted the little boy, the scenery of the Wooden homes, greenery as far as the eye could see. The lively plaza, shops, and friendly faces around the town. Seeing Ular enjoy the warm and welcoming feeling, Ingmar felt brought a smile to his face, “come on boy! There are lots more to see.” Ingmar shouts, getting the attention of Ular’s ears, he moves quickly catching up to him to follow behind.

In front of him was a tall, wooden, and rather large lodge. Ingmar pushes the two heavy doors open with ease, the slight scrap of wood brought the attention of the people in the room. Ingmar greeted himself with unfamiliar faces Ular doesn’t recognize, There stood a tall woman with long blonde hair and a redhead man with a very bulky body, nearly as big as Ingmar 

“Hey, you two! Remember that little fella I always talked to you all about?” Ingmar lips curved into a bearded smile, “even though he ain’t my son, I still treat him like one” he grinned, revealing the small ular to them. The Leventhion ruffles up his hair, earning a slight whine from Ular.

Thor, the redhead, bent down to look at Ular with a cheeky smile. “You look like a tough boy, I mean you were raised by one” he boasted, eyebrow gesturing towards Ingmar, even though all three of them were gigantic compared to Ular. Surprisingly, he kept his composure.

Sif and Thor were their names, ingmar mentioned them a few times to Ular whenever he asked about Asgard. Saying things like Thor being the god of thunder and sif carrying many scrolls of the nine realms, these two were quite the character. “I hope Asgard is a welcoming place as much as you think it is. You two came in time just for breakfast, come have a seat” Sif stated, giving Ular a soft smile as well, going over to one of the maidens and whispering something to them, marching off to the personal quarters of the lodge. Ular didn’t question much about it, for now, he followed behind Ingmar and takes a seat at the big table, very excited about what was being cooked.

The smell from the kitchen passed by the boy's nose, sweet and meat, is what he smelled, stomach growling, Heavy footsteps brought him out of his hungry daze, and glancing to the source, the maiden guiding a sun kissed-skin colored boy, Blonde but slightly Curly hair draped over his face and wearing a long sleeve silky golden shirt and brown pants. His appearance resembled a prince, the most noticeable detail that stood out was his eyes. His iris shining the color of a deep magenta, Ular’s interest in the new-found friend sparked like a match seeing him, excited that he was meeting someone his age. Someone who he can relate to instead of Ingmar whose way older than him.  After Ular reframed from his thoughts to distract him, the boy sat down in front of him at the table with everyone else, Thor scoffs “you look like helhiem visited you” he laughed, getting the attention of the younger boy with a slight groan of annoyance. 

Ular thought that joke was a bit funny. A chuckle left his chocolate lips, then immediately silenced himself once he felt the male's piercing, magenta gaze on him. “You think that’s funny? How would you think the all father would react knowing you’ve brought an unknown guest, Thor?” He spat back, staring daggers at the poor boy, The other aesir continued to eat his food.

“Get your head out of ya ass, Heimdall. You think he doesn’t know about them.” Thor remarks, chewing on more food, before turning his attention to sif and Ingmar. Leaving the two boys in awkward silence as they eat their breakfast, not once did those hateful eyes leave ulars gaze.

Ular looked between his bowl and the boy, hoping he doesn’t talk, but his wishes aren’t always answered “you're pretty silent for a boy with a loud mind, I’m talking to you!” he stated, waiting for ular to raise his focus from that food. Seconds go by until the caramel teen gave Heimdall his attention.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I had good food” ular elaborated, a cheeky smile following behind, the blonde hated that smile, how can he smile with those loud thoughts in his head? Heimdall questioned, his thick brows furrowing. 

It annoys him.

Sliding the bowl over to Ular, insisting he can have the rest of his meal, Ular swipes the bowl immediately and continued eating the meal, “what is your name?” Ular asked, chewing his meal. The other male felt quite disgusted by the sound and sight.

“I’m Heimdall, I see you enjoy shrimp stew, it’s my favorite” he replied, a smirk growing on his face watching Ular eat the food. Heimdall admires the sight of such a fragile boy, eating the meal, oblivious to what's in the bowl, hearing the last words the aesir told,  Ular’s expression turned from happiness to disgust in seconds. Maybe he’s going crazy but how did Heimdall know Ular is allergic to seafood, in a quick session Ular tries to get the taste out of his mouth, gulping the nearest water. The sound of Heimdall’s laughter echoes in the background from the show.

Ular finished his mead with a loud gulp to add, before slamming it down, “and that’s how he nearly killed me.” he concludes, his head leaning into his rough palm as he sat at the table with his two close friends, Leif the huldra and the bright redhead larvisa. His two friends indulged in the horrible yet, cute memory ular wanted to tell them about. The taller man remembered the memory like it was yesterday, it was probably the last time he has seen the aesir, purposely avoiding him for many years, but to his dismay Heimdall always found him. Giving him a scare or cry, words of judgment even, whenever ular was caught he wouldn’t hear the end of it from that blonde dog. Years went on, and Ular noticed how he hasn’t seen Heimdall that each year. Which is a good thing, right?

“He’s truly an asshole, straight up!” larvisa comments, kicking her boots up as she sips her mead, the huldra beside her silently drinking their water.

Leif gazes over at ular with a slight tilt of their head, “I'm surprised he hasn’t tried to sabotage you when you were volunteering.” they added, to the already bad look heimdall has for himself. The deity’s mind tried to ponder on that thought but it no longer did once he realized he has many things to do today, ones Sif told him specifically to do

“I’ve forgotten I’m on volunteer today for Sif, she doesn’t like it when I’m late, so I’m heading off!” he exclaims, leaving quickly out the bar. Pushing the bar door open, his soft boots mooch on the grounds of Asgard, speed walking to the great lodge. Some people question, why ular who’s a great being of the many seas is on volunteer duty. Well, he prefers to be on the sidelines knowing there's blood on his hands from his family name, he wants to be the opposite of dangerous. If he’s out all willy-nilly, keeping his hands busy doing many jobs like guarding the sea, helping in the mess hall, maybe even helping with training, or going on important missions for Odin with Ingmar and Thor.

 It makes him feel, human. It may sound like he’s your local housewife, but he’s able to do many things that he’s proud of. Those were the very goals he took seriously to the T as he strides to the great lodge, opening the door with a heavy swing, his vibrant irises already finding Lady sif in seconds. Talking to one of the helpers about the task for the day, the seaman moved over to sif and listens in on the conversation. 

Looming over her for a while before she feels his presence, turning around and receiving a beautiful smile from her. Opening her lips to speak elegantly “I hope you rested well, young man” she charms, earning a cheeky smile from ular out of embarrassment realizing he was a bit late to the party.

“I rested greatly, lady sif” he assured, Sif’s eyes lingering on him for a few seconds before nodding and explaining to him the very task he has today, handing over the wooden basket for collecting the sheets in the back of the great lodge. This wasn’t anything fresh to ular, she was used to doing these tasks every day whenever Sif needs him.

Her walking stopped as finished her orders, and she turned to him again, looking up at Ular “you heard everything I said, right?” She pressures, handing him a wooden basket. Watching Ular nod with haste before she strolled off to deal with her duties, His finger slightly tapped on the wooden material, strolling over to the first place, thrud’s room. Picking up anything that needed to be washed, and doing this slightly with haste, his muscle memory knowing what to get or what to not get. These tasks stray him even further away from his father, it's not a bad thing either, knowing that people mistake him for the son of Cthulhu define him only as that and not his own person, they don’t bleed the same color.

The thought of it drives the man insane because he knows he couldn’t do such a thing nor even try, the result of it is a sigh of irritation leaving his trembling lips trying to cast the thoughts aside. Why, why? is all he could ask himself, this life that was given to him by force was no mistake but held a purpose. 

A purpose he hasn’t quite figured out yet.

The sound of soft scrape of stainless leather and clanging metal plates stood out to Ular’s sensitive ears. It is the hinted of armor that holds no extended use, that was shined and oiled, with grace. The kilt was no foreign sound to him, something so unique that it entered the room; a particular person that wasn’t unfamiliar to him, the kilt shifting with the steps he takes. 

“Wow, you’ve grown to be a maiden! A questionable occupation,” Heimdall cackled, the handsome man standing proud as his gaze combed over the deity. It was hard for ular to hate people, even Heimdall himself isn’t going to break that habit for him.

“Is that your way of asking to get your dirty sheets, Heimdall?” He asked, attention going elsewhere to the task at hand.

Heimdall’s hum slipped to scoff from the response, “reading my mind? As if you could, but since you insist..” 

Walking away from the door frame with a slight shake of his head, Ular followed behind from afar, This interaction feels no different from when they were younger, with Heimdall bashing Ular with his words, maybe even with his hands if they spared. Ular never lets him walk all over him as he does with others.

“Do you have nothing else better to do? Maybe something Odin needs?”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry a bit about that. I simply came to help you organize,” he retorted, stopping at his room door. The aesir’s gaze searches ular's expression for something with a curious eye 

His eyes only found a stiff expression, the deep golden eyes of a man with little patience. Not even being slightly different from before.

“No matter my words, your thoughts think nothing of them?” he questions, a mocking smirk dawning on his lips as his hands graze his own chin.

“Why should I question the words of a dog?”

“Of what?” He snarls, stepping forward with an intimidating posture to suit him. Magenta eyes pierced daggers into golden ones, They know one of them is always ready to talk back to the other with no problem, why should he be scared?

“Heimdall!” The fair old man called, Heimdall’s focus breaking as Odin’s voice shattered the tension between the two.

“Could you come to my study, I want to have a talk with you.” odin commands, stepping away to leave for his study. Ular could notice the movement on his cheeks, the silent biting of his cheek before stomping away from him. Another thing to settle for future preferences, he has all the patients in the world.

But not for Heimdall.

A/N: this took a while to write, i'll try my best to keep up my flow and im gratful you read the first chapter of something very chaotic thats brewing.

[bigfan-fanfic]

I'd Hammer in the Morning (Male!Reader x Thor)

Part One

"What do you mean, you're quitting?" Tony practically shouts.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say the Q-word."

"But you are."

"I... I'm going to be moving to Asgard, Tony. I can't be your personal assistant from a realm away."

Tony fidgets, swinging an arm in your direction. "A 'realm away?' Look how they've got you talking - you can say 'realm' with a straight face!"

"Please don't make this difficult." you try to get that stern but kind note in your voice that Frigga gets when managing Odin or Thor, but you don't quite get there.

"Fine, I won't. Recharge, I don't accept your resignation."

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way."

"Don't care." Tony quips petulantly. When Pepper walks in, he immediately bursts out. "Recharge is quitting!"

Pepper smiles at you. "Yes, he is, and we're so excited for you. Congratulations, Y/N."

Tony's jaw drops.

"I know it's short notice, but Tony's going to host your goodbye party before you leave, if that's alright."

"I am?"

She silences him with a look. Oh, there it is.

"Fine, fine..."

And with that, after an all-too-wild party that Pepper does her best to manage, you're ready to leave Midgard as your primary residence.

Thor meets you atop the Avengers Tower, the burning runic circle etched into the helipad, little drones already trying to clear up the ash and cinders.

You run to his arms, excited to see him.

"Did you truly think I would not wish to witness every moment of your arrival to my home? Our home, now." Thor chuckles.

"No, I actually thought I was going to awkwardly have to call Heimdall."

You notice a few other Asgardians are here, glancing around interestedly. "Father is eager for your arrival. He assumed you'd have more... luggage. Insisted I bring porters."

You don't really have much more than a couple large suitcases and a few boxes to contain everything you own. Tony had insisted on digitizing all of your books and movies and games and ensuring you'd have communication and internet even on Asgard with a tiny prism he assured you had a copy of JARVIS on it for your use.

It's his way of showing he cares, because he can't go more than two sentences without snarking, by law, apparently.

"Wait... your father is eager for my arrival? I... I kinda thought Lord Odin wasn't too fond of Midgardians."

"No, he's not disdainful, simply... he worries about me. Our... lifespans."

You balk instinctively, the notion that Thor may long outlive you a little depressing. "Oh."

"But he seems to be much more open. So either he has a plan, or you have simply won him over as a mortal that can wield Mjolnir and learn my mother's seidr."

You do recall Odin becoming more warm to your presence, especially once you got over the hump of learning magic and started to transcend your electrokinesis. Frigga, of course, loves you. "A plan? To, like... deal with my lifespan?"

"Perhaps. Mother mentioned something about a coronation gift."

"Wow, all of this for your boyfriend? They're that eager to have me?"

"All of Asgard is eager. To be completely honest..." Thor chuckles, almost nervously. "I believe they expect a proposal soon."

"Oh." You chuckle a little, almost nervous as well. "And should they?"

"My prince... my king... you know this has been the greatest year of my life. I am more than eager to share all my days with you."

"Thor... I love you too."

"Then perhaps a proposal is not far off at all." He smirks. "Now, are you certain this is all your luggage?"

"Yes. Underwhelming, I know."

"Not at all. It simply means you will have plenty of room for the gifts I will shower you with."

You giggle. And then it hits you that you are truly leaving Earth. You frown softly, looking around as nostalgia crashes over you in waves.

"What ails you, my love?"

"Just... it's suddenly very hard to leave."

Thor takes you in his arms and kisses you. "I swear that as long as the Bifrost stands, I shall take you to Midgard whenever you wish."

You kiss him back. "You're sweet. But... it's just the change. It's always a big moment. But I'm not leaving home, not really. I'm coming home. To you. To Odin and Frigga. Even to Loki."

Thor grins. "Truly, you think of my misguided brother as your family?"

You nod. "Frigga and I have been taking lessons outside his cell lately as part of his rehabilitation."

His eyes shine with something surpassing gratitude and admiration.

"My king... allow me the honor of bringing you home."

And in a flash of rainbow and lightning, he does.

[ornii]

Wednesday addams x male reader who can read minds and sees the future and he always teases her. During a fencing session she can't land a hit and gets increasingly angry then tells him she loves him and it catches him out and she manages to get a hit but it leaves a scar on his eye. He's furious thinking she said it just to win they argue and she says she meant it then a lot of fluff.

They are already dating and he's irish please.

So Heimdall basically, but more simply put:

“It’s Skill, Not luck.”

Wednesday Addams X Male Reader

Fencing, the art of footwork and swordplay was founded ages ago and to this day still a practical challenge for those not versed in their footsteps. In Nevermore there were two divisions, same teams of course. Men’s Division and Women’s division, both intense divisions of fencing and sharp skills. But for both, they were dominated by the “Power Couple.”

Wednesday Addams was a fierce competitor, swift and decisive with her movements, she made little error and did not err from her training. Teaching too of the Class was a challenge she enjoyed and profoundly excelled in. Her Boyfriend on the other hand, it was very different.

(Y/n), Wednesdays Irish Boytoy as many would claim, was also top of the men’s division, not for his evil calculating attitude, but his absolute abilities. Foresight. Being able to see the future, see your opponents moves before they can even make them gives you an almost omnipresent advantage in many situations, fencing especially. It was a normal day being King of the castle, another student falls before (Y/n), as he scores the final point.

“Game goes to (Y/n).” The teacher said, and (Y/n) calmly took off his visor to smile, he offers his hand to the student who takes it.

“A bit predictable, but nonetheless, good effort.” He says, (Y/n) then casually turns to face all the other students.

“Well, anyone else? I’m open to all challenges?” He says with a vast number of confidence, nobody really took up his offer, why would they? he could literally read them like a book, know their attacks, what they’re going to do, it’s impossible to touch him. everyone was silent until one voice decided to test her mettle.

“I’ll play your game.” A voice creeps from behind everyone, they split like the ocean and to Wedensday, dressed in Black as usual. (Y/n) was actually taken aback by his girlfriend challenging his spot.

“A ghrá?” (Love?)” he asks a bit shocked, he shrugs it off and smiles. “Very funny Wednesday..” he combs his hair back but sees she isn’t the one for jokes or in the mood to jest. He knows that look in her eyes.

“With all due respect, you’re the one only I haven’t bested in any division, I plan on changing that… I suppose luck has to do with that.”

“Not Luck, Skill.” (Y/n) responds, but decides that now would be the time, he turns to the teacher.

“Then let’s begin.” He asks, the Match was set but (Y/n) did not put his visor to cover his mask on.

“(Y/n)? Mask?” The Teacher Orders, (Y/n) calmly raised his hand. “It’s no need, she won’t lay a finger on this beautiful face she adores.” (Y/n) smugly got in position. Wednesday kept a scowl, everyone was at the ready. (Y/n) watches calmly as his foresight activates, an almost ethereal spirit from Wednesday shows her next movement, right foot forward, strong lunge to the left. Her body follows suit and (Y/n) effortlessly dodges the first stab. Everyone tries to contain their laughter, seeing Wedensday get played like a fiddle. She begins to pick up the pace, going for more quick and calculated stabs. (Y/n) begins to dodge left and right, reading each movement.

“Well! Someone’s confident today!” (Y/n) smugly steps back, he locks his arm in and counters Wednesday, a loud thud is heard, (Y/n) again dodged her stab, this time his rapier casually poking her forehead, only shouted by her visor was her growing anger.

“Point, (Y/n).” The teacher allows the two to separate. (Y/n) calmly raising his rapier. He can sense the unease, the growing anger in Wedensday, he grins and blows a kiss. The students watching try not to laugh as the couple have their little spout. “You know Wednesday, it’s like a song really. You’ve heard the tune before, the lyrics, you know them by heart so there’s no reason for you to struggle to sing the words. That’s what this is like… I know what you’re going to do, makes counters too easy.” He explains, She said nothing.

“Wish to try again black dove?” (Y/n) said, Wedensday without any hesitation gets back in her stance.

“Shut up and Duel..” she mutters and this time attacks more ferociously. Students watch with bated breath as (Y/n) sees, she’s going faster, trying to overwhelm his foresight. But even going as fast as a cheetah, her attacks remain futile as (Y/n) ducks down, and delivers a firm poke to her naval.

“Point two, (Y/n).” The teacher delivers the second one.

“This is best to five sweetheart. I know you can do better.” (Y/n) steps back, and Wednesday removes her visor, “Fine, no safety, I will win.” She and (Y/n) lock eyes. His confidence is overwhelming, (Y/n) doesn’t even assume a combat stance, Wedensday charges and uses her quick movements, but each attack was perfectly parried. (Y/n) calmly walks back as Wedensday attempts to put more pressure on him.

“Love, this is amusing…. But please, I’d rather not cut you. I do love you after all.” He tilts his head, dodging her stab. Wednesday is visibly angry, and says something (Y/n) could never foresee.

“I love you too! Which is why I’m trying to stab you—“ she blurts out in a small little fit of anger, (Y/n)’s foresight took a nosedive as his eyes go wide, “wait, did you—“ before he can ask, he could see the rapier racing to his face, with barely any hesitation (Y/n) threw his blade up to attempt to counter, but it was too late for him.

A splash of blood hits the ground and (Y/n) falls back, clenching his eye, grunge of pain echo though the room and stunned silence. Wednesday gripped her rapier, adrenaline finally causing though her cold veins, she suddenly comes down from her high and sees what she’s done, the blood splatter reached her forehead and she wiped the warm liquid from her skin and then quickly saw (Y/n) being helped by the teacher. Gut twisting regret was all over her face, she took a step to try to approach him, but something stopped her. Guilt.

Wednesday sat outside the nurses office, waiting impatiently. Her members have been agitated so bad, her foot is tapping the ground. She’s never done this, she could only stare at the ground, pondering the fate of her boyfriend. The doors knob turned and opened, the Nurse stepped out with bloody gloves and Wednesday hopped out of her chair.

“How is He?” Was her immediate first question.

“He’s fine, thankfully the cut just tore though the cheek muscle and part of the upper eyebrow, missed his cornea by millimeters. should be fine with a bad scar. I have to contact his family.” The Nurse walks off and Wednesday turns to the door, a wave of negative emotions washes over her. She gripped the handle and twisted the knob to enter. She saw (Y/n)’s face, half of it, he was staring at the wall.

“… What do you want?” He asks coldly. Wednesday had never felt so, off.

“I, wished to speak with you—“

“Why? You got what you wanted. You wanted to use our relationship to get one over me, you got what you wanted, right?” He turns to her, letting her see the other half, his eye was covered in gauze with clear medical tape holding it there, the beginning and end of the scar can be seen under the pad.

“You’re right, it is What i wanted, and I was selfish and, evil to do something like that.”

“Really?” He said with such Fake Shock, Wednesday couldn’t be angry at him for it. He looks back at the wall and then from the Corner of his good eye, sees her sit next to him.

“(Y/n), Im sorry…” She Mutters, (Y/n) turns to face her, she could barley look at him.

“You’re disfigured because of me, when you went down I had this sense of fulfillment and pride, but then, it felt like needles were tearing though my heart. I always thought I’d enjoy that sensation but I didn’t. I was selfish, bitter and angry, I hope you can forgive me.” Wednesday lays out her apology, it’s dead air for a moment until (Y/n) sighs.

“First of all, I’m not disfigured..” he grabs the tape and pulls it off, the scar wasn’t entirely bad. The bloods Coagulation around his scar so no bleeding, just your puckish rouge like scar now, his eye looks just fine, albeit a bit red.

“Second, if you want to make it up to me..” he begins, “Kiss it to make it feel better.” He said with a smug smile, Wednesday was actually taken aback, seems his attitude has always stayed intact. “But if you don’t want to—“ he trails on, before feeling her palms grip his face, more accurately the cheeks of his face and she lays a cold but, loving kiss on his closed eye. She lets go and (Y/n) stares at her, actually at a loss for words, he couldn’t hide his smile. He scoots over and lied back, laying his head on her lap, Wednesday was less than enthusiastic about it, his eye looked up to hers.

“Ye know, this might be dumb to say..” he starts,

“But what?” She replies.

“You kissing my eye, I actually didn’t see that coming..” he chuckles, Wednesday closed her eyes, trying to stiffen a smile to not show.

“Heh.. I love you, Wednesday..”

“… I love you too..”

[starssunsoftheinfinite]

so. I have been plagued. By thoughts.

Mainly of Loki. Loki being soft. Like,, male! Reader being so exhausted and unable to do much so. He takes care of them?? If that makes sense?

(Feel free to ignore!)

-💚

Sorry for the long wait! Stuff got pretty busy lol. This was a really fun thing to get me in the writing mood again though! There's another ask in my inbox so I'll get to that after! I just chose this one first since I knew it would be more low key (pun intended) and shorter.

I also wrote this on my phone so apologies if its a little odd looking I'm not sure if it'll translate well on laptops.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fluff/comfort

Male reader x loki

Pet names used (sweet boy, pet, love, my darling, dear (for loki))

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your day had been overwhelmingly hard and incredibly overbearing. So much had happened at work, the job Loki insists you need not do on Midguard but you insist you do your part despite your lovers royal status securing more than enough money for the both of you. It was a retail job and while that may sound simple any mortal such as your self would know otherwise. Heimdall brings you back to Asgard and can already tell your warn out, satchel bairly handing onto your shoulder. "ah, y/n. You look well." he said in a genuine tone but it was clear by the smug look he was giving he meant to tease. You roll your eyes playfully "ha ha" you said, tilting your head to emphasise each exaggerated laugh. "Loki is waiting for you in your chambers." Heimdall says helpfully, smiling softly and giving a nod to urge you down the rainbow bridge. The walk was long and tireing, your thighs and calves hurt already, the hours of standing causing them strain, so a long walk was not ideal. Finally you pressed your palm against the cool gold doors of your shared bedroom and you throw your bag onto the armchair in the corner. "be careful you may break something" Loki teased and you roll your eyes, you've done that a lot today. You sit at your desk, planning to doodle. Nothing serious just mindless scribbles until your mind feels less like bile. You pull out the drawer and take out a pencil then go to sharpen it. Snap. The led breaks. Snap. It breaks again. Snap- "ugh!" you yell. Loki had already been keeping an eye on you, easily able to tell something was testing your patience. His eyes widen and he stands from where he lay on the bed, shutting his book. "Love? Are you quite alright?" he whispers softly, standing beside you but not too close, wanting to give you your space. "Im- mm" you barely begin the second word before your face is scrunching up and you whimper. Today had been so difficult but now you'd been pushed over the edge by something so small. Hands reach out to cup your face, crouching down a little to your sitting level "oh my sweet boy, no, don't cry. It's alright. I'm here my Darling." he cooes and you sink into his touch, whimpering and quivering. "today has been difficult hasn't it pet?" all you could do was nod. There was a comfortable silence between you two as he held you close. "up to your feet sweet boy, come to bed with me." he offers, gently helping you out of your seat and leading you to the soft sheets and comfort of bed. Loki crawls in and opens his arms, motioning you to lay against his chest and you happily do so. He runs his fingers through your hair" everything will be all right my love, everything will be alright. "he soothes and it's like his words are law. Your muscles loosen and your head grows empty, far too focused on the calming sound of his voice the gentle touch of his hands." there you are. No need to worry or fret. I am here. You are safe here. " he hummed. As the world melted away and all you could hear was Lokis voice and the comforting continuous sound of his heart beat, all you could feel was his hands on your skin and in your hair, and all you could smell was the warm scent of his lavender shampoo and black cherry soap, you felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier. "that's it sweet boy, you deserve rest. Take as much as you need. I will be right here when you wake. I promise." he hooked a finger under your jaw and tilted your head up ever so slightly. He craned his neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my sweet Prince." he whispers and a small smile graces your lips "I love you too Dear.." your sentence trailed off into silence and soft breaths.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Heimdall Masterlist

🔞 = NSFW

Platonic is stated first, then romantic.

PLATONIC:

Nothing yet!

ROMANTIC:

Headcanons

[deathmetalunicorn1]

hello!!💞💞 i would like to request the reaction part of my old request lol,💕

if you don't remember me im the one who requested the

"Qin shi Huang x hades x male!y/n that is the reincarnation of the very first king and emperor in human history[don't ask me how his Both so just pretend😍✨]"ploy one lol💅[i did remove unnecessary parts and added some new parts that i forgot to include]:

if you don't also remember the reaction part here it is:

[and so how would qin shi Huang and hades react to his wound,fight ,speech ,and new look especially how they would react to seeing there extremely shy self-conscious scaredy cat, crybaby husband/Boyfriend,now being the most cocky, confident,arrogant,prideful,flirtiest,unserious and to be honest horniest man they have ever met, that would not be afraid to put anyone i mean ANYONE[even qin shi Huang and hades] Back in there place…

and too save you time i copied every thing here:

Hades x Qin shi Huang x Male!reader

that is the reincarnation of the very first king and emperor in human history[don't ask me how he's Both cus i don't even know myself so just imagine]

so like Before Ragnarok qin shi Huang and hades had been in a ploy relationship with the m!reader who let's just say got in to Valhalla for Saving people from a fire or something like that?

m!reader would have been very shy and didn't have a lot of confidence and would be a scaredy cat and a crybaby sometimes…

so when Ragnarok was announced m!reader was almost in tears finding out that his two lovers are fighting to the Death…[but it ends in a tie Don't worry]

as this was happening akaiju who is the embodiment of Darkness and the king of inferno would randomly join Ragnarok to the surprise of everyone as he was more powerful then all of them combined]

[at first the gods we're scared but after finding out that akaiju was also fighting for the destruction of humanity They were quick to roar in happiness and victory knowing this would be a victory and humanity lost more hope]

[while this was going on Brunhilde found out that the soul of the first king and emperor was in m!reader which meant he was the reincarnation of the king and emperor so she went to him so she can possibly return his previous memories back as he is the only hope]

[at first m!reader was hesitant at first but after a while he agreed because he didn't want him,qin shi Huang,his friends[which are the other human fighters]and the rest of humanity to get erased]

[so Brunhilde led him to a room with a large simbol that was on the floor surrounded by pillars]

[m!reader stepped in the large circle and after Brunhilde said the chants m!reader felt a large wave of energy hit him like lightning as his Body glowed bright]

after the transformation he now looked like this:

front:

Back:

[and he does use his claws to attack or inflict damage on his opponent and yes the claws are attached to the gloves]

and for his weapon would be a snyth like this:

[all art Done by me]

[m!reader would have transformed after qin shi Huang and hades fight so they're Both tired and they don't look for m!reader because they know m!reader doesn't know direction and just thought he was lost trying to look for them]

[and when akaiju and m!reader are being introduced it would be kinda like this]

heimdall: LADY AND GENTLEMEN GODS & Goddess ROUND[you choose] HAS BEGUN!!!

ON THE GODS SIDE

MEET THE DARKNESS THAT CONSUMS EVERY CORNER OF ALL THINGS

THE ONE WHO RULES THE VERY INFERNO!!

THE ONE WHO FEEDS OFF YOUR FEAR!!!

THE EMBODIMENT OF DARKNESS AND THE KING OF INFERNO HIMSELF!!

AKAIJUUU!!!!

[There entered akaiju holding his of weapon choice which was a sphere with Sharp Bat wings as a second blade his hair was long tied into a messy large ponytail[like kokushibo From demon slayer] with his horns outlined with Crimson red his attire was the same color black and crimson red as his outfit was be covered by his cape but you could see his marks on his arms because they we're sleeveless his nails were sharp as kinfes and i must say his handsome😏]

[for m!reader]

heimdall:

ALRIGHT ON HUMANITY'S SIDE!

MEET THE MAN WHO CHANGED HISTORY FOREVER

THE MAN WHO WAS THOUGH TO BE A MYTH!

THE MAN WHO STARTED THE VERY FIRST KINGDOM & EMPIRE AND LIVED BEFORE PRE-RECORD HISTORY!

LADY'S AND GENTLEMAN MEET THE FIRST KING & EMPEROR IN HUMAN HISTORY

M!Y/N!!

[Every one looked at the entrance to see you not there?]

heimdall: uhh whare is h-

[Before he could finishe his sentence a large monster had Been thrown from the inside making the door Break open as the monster rolled down the steps

M!reader emerg holding his trusty snyth]

M!reader:my my~i seemed to be late~ my apology!~

[as m!reader said this every king and emperor in history Bows Down in respect of his glory as his the one who started it all]

[One of the guards or bystandard looked inside to see hundreds of different warriors and monsters and even gods knocked out cold as m!reader defeated all of them but the guard or bystandard was more shocked because

m!reader didn't even have a scratch on him!?]

[as the fight was about to start qin shi Huang and hades didn't realize that it was m!reader

cus he looked way different and he has a Blindfold and so when they heard his name they thought it was just a coincidence]

how they're fight would kinda go:

[Akaiju attacked m!reader first with a powerful attack but m!reader manage to block it but he still got thrown on one of the arena walls which broke in impact]

[he sat up from the attack as he feels blood run down his face he put his hand to his face and touched it before looking at his hand seeing blood but instead of being scared or worried he smiled brightly as he wanted a good fair fight]

m!reader:my my! What a powerful attack say you won't mind if i return the favor?~

[as m!reader swang his snyth at akaiju also making Black spikes appear as it hit akaiju also making him crash to the wall with more impact]

[after a few minutes akaiju manage to hit m!reader in the face cutting his blindfold and in the process cutting his face leaving a large wound like this:

as the blindfold fell off everyone could see his eyes which were Beautiful…his eyes we're a beautiful golden yellow as his pupil looked like a snake but with a Black star behind it outlined with white as it almost look like it glowed and also revealing who he was]

[m!reader usually wore a blindfold because he rely more on his sentences than his site but by now using his eyes which had a special ability which he could see his opponents weak spots and next move but it was still a little hard because Both of him and Akaiju are very injured]

[and even tho he had a large wound on his face he still had a bright smile as he wipes the Blood away not caring about the pain]

[qin shi Huang and hades on the other hand despite being injured because of there fight wanted to run in the arena to get you out of there not wanting to loss you but there's was nothing they could do as the round already started]

[In the middle of the fight, Akaiju randomly asked m!reader, "tell me mortal…What makes someone a king/emperor?"

m!reader chuckled at the question, Before He answered"A king/emperor is the one who leads his people with grace and wisdom. He is the one who guides them in times of joy and sorrow, the one who inspires hope, and the one who inspires loyalty and devotion. A king/emperor is the one who serves his people with humility and cares for them like a father cares for his children.he continues]

"A king/emperor is the one who cares for his kingdom and people. He is the one who will do anything to make his people happy, who will sacrifice his life for his people.the one who there people truly consider there king/emperor as Without a king, the people are lost and directionless. But with a king/emperor, the people can achieve greatness and fulfill their potential. It is the duty of a king/emperor to protect his kingdom & empire and its people, and lead them to a brighter future

…as a king/emperor is nothing without his people and his people are nothing without him…And if you claim yourself to be a king/emperor, without your people,you are no such king/emperor, only a fool…as The title of king/emperor is to be earned, not given.]

[Humanity looked at king and emperor in awe of his wisdom as they're determination grows more]

[a few more minutes of fighting. randomly akaiju stopped. as he lifted up his spear m! reader prepared for him to attack…but to the surprise of the gods and humanity as well a m!reader the embodiment stabbed himself deep on the side of his stomach Before ripping out the spear giving himself a very fatal Blow. and as Blood ran down the head of the spear he was smiling/smirking at m!y/n

m!y/n quickly regain his composure again smiling as he realized that akaiju wanted a fair fight and a fair fight he will deliver]

[Both started to fight more harder both using they're most powerful attack…after a few more minutes

m!y/n barely manage to Dodge one of akaiju's attack getting the side of his torso stabbed so he swang his snyth cutting akaiju chest as akaiju fell back

And after a few seconds akaiju stood up as m!y/n prepared to fight again but akaiju Drop his weapon and looked at m!y/n as he slowly faded away]

Akaiju:it was an honor to fight with someone like you and I want to thank you…for this fight

[there fight would end like this

heimdall:ROUND [you choose] HAS BEEN CONCLUDED THE WINNER IS M!Y/N!!

ROUND [you choose]:

M!y/n vs akaiju

Time:53 minutes and 28 seconds

Dealing blow:king's heavenly judgment

Winner: M!y/n the first king and emperor in human history

[and yes there fight would be the longest]

[all the gods and humans looked at m!reader in shocked that he actually defeated someone so much more powerful then all the gods!?]

[as m!y/n walked back stage he unfused with his Valkyrie before he looked up seeing Brunhilde,göll,as well as hades, qin shi Huang going towards them giving them a weak smile before Passing out but was catched by his Valkyrie who was very worried]

if you're wondering what m!y/n looks like after the fight here you go]

[yes the side of his torso is gone because of akaiju's attack and if you wondering why he kinda looks like he got set on fire because he did get set on fire during the fight.]

I hope you enjoy this my dear- I’m only going to be writing after the battle, as you’ve already done the hard part of the battle for me, and I don’t want to waste your hard work.

-Qin Shi Huang was beside himself, ordering the nurses and anyone who was listening to get to you, something Brunnhilde was quickly mimicking- calling for aide.

-He stared down at your body, in awe that you were so strong, but seeing you now so broken- he felt scared. He would never admit it out loud, but his heart was hammering in his chest, afraid that he was going to lose you.

-Doctors and nurses rushed you into surgery, where QSH tried to follow, but Brunnhilde stopped him, lifting an arm to catch him, but for once, he didn’t fight her, watching your body being wheeled away.

-Tears welled in his eyes and Hades pulled him back, letting the human sag into him, who kneeled, allowing the emperor to have his moment of weakness as it was just him, Brunnhilde, and Goll there and he clutched at Hades, crying heavily.

-The damage to your torso was extensive, it took the doctors so long to get you to stop bleeding so they could get in there and patch you up enough to get you into a tank, a water tank that stimulated rapid healing.

-That was their goal, to get you to that point, because if they could do that- there would be no question that you would survive.

-It was hours later when a nurse came out, finding both men sitting outside the surgery room. QSH’s head was resting on Hades’ arm, almost asleep, but as soon as they saw her- they both were quickly standing.

-She bowed politely before giving a small nod, speaking to him gently, “Y/N will be all right.” Those five little words made the two men melt back into their seats, overwhelmed with relief which made her smile softly.

-The nurse held a hand to the side, motioning towards a side door, “Follow me.” QSH was instantly on his feet, rushing after her, even beating her to the door, opening it for her before she led both men down a long hallway that smelled clean- it smelled like medicine.

-She came to a room and opened the door, “In here- Lord Y/N will be fine in time.” QSH saw you laying in the water tank, one similar to what he had been in after his fight, seeing you covered in stitches and bandages, quickly approaching.

-Hades watched QSH sink to his knees by your side, his hands touching the glass of the tank before exhaling deeply. Hades turned, surprising her, “Thank you for bringing us to him.” She nodded, seeing how much love they both had for you, and she bowed her head, before motioning to a button, “If he gives any indication that he is waking up- as in his eyes open, please press this and we will be right here.”

-Hades nodded as QSH didn’t respond and she took her leave.

-You slept through the remainder of Ragnarok, blissfully unaware that humanity managed to win their salvation. Hades shirked his duties, for once, as both men refused to leave your side, watching the matches from your room, telling you about each one.

-They didn’t know if you could hear them, but they wanted to tell you anyway.

-You didn’t wake up for another two weeks, but according to the doctors, several that QSH cornered, wanting answers, that was actually pretty good, based on your wounds.

-QSH made sure that he was the first one you saw after they pulled you out of the tank, dying you off and dressing you, he held your face between his hands, talking down to you and as your eyes opened he quickly launched a kiss attack which made you groan in pain.

-Hades was quick to react, whacking him hard on the top of his head, leaving the emperor with a large steaming lump on his head while you got tended to by the nurses.

-Everything hurt, but that was mainly because you had been lying in on position for over two weeks, even if you were in water, so you were basically super stiff.

-You had to get physical therapy, to loosen up your muscles, something both you and your lover knew, but when it came to other things, like eating, you weren’t going to lift a finger!!

-QSH loved doting on you- he found it enjoyable while you pouted, telling him to stop teasing you- which of course made him want to do it even more.

-Hades was concerned for you, treating you like a delicate flower, which you didn’t care for, at least all the time, pouting up at him as he wrapped you in a blanket, “I told you I’m fine!” he just grinned, pecking your puffed cheek lightly, not accepting no for an answer.

-Once you were cleared, you were so happy to be back outside, but annoyed because you were still on restricted duty, you couldn’t work out, train, or lift anything heavier than a teacup for at least another week!!

-You were happy to be home in your palace, one you shared with Hades and QSH, but you were cranky, as you were bored, wanting to go out and do stuff, at least run around, but they weren’t letting any of that happen- they watched you like a pair of hawks and would scold you, carrying you back to your bed that was covered with pillows, and pinning you down in it, if either one found you out and about without one of them.

-You couldn’t help but pout, folding your arms across your chest like you were a child, “I want to go outside!” Hades was to your left, hugging you, but his arms were like two steel bars, holding you down, “It’s raining- you could get sick!” you groaned before QSH returned with some hot tea, “Here Y/N this will help warm you up.”

-You took it, muttering out a quiet thank you, before he joined you on the massive bed, sitting beside you on your right, “You’ll be able to start training in two days- you’re almost there!”

-You sighed softly, knowing they were right before you grinned like a gremlin, “So does that mean when I’m clear we can-” Hades put his hand over your mouth, scolding you, “No- the doctors said at least another two weeks for that.”

-You groaned, falling back into Hades who laughed warmly, followed by QSH, as they didn’t like waiting either, but it was to make sure you were well.

-You sighed softly, looking at these two men, a small, fond smile appearing on your lips, you were so lucky to have these two.

[kavtsuki]

everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

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i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

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i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

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THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

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Loyalty binds chapter 2

a/n: after many struggles i finished the next chapter, i hope your day is going amazing and enjoy the gay love.

warnings:lots of kissing

The sound of the wooden door shutting echoed through the silence of Odin's study as Heimdall held the metal handles. He turned to his father, who sat in his cushioned chair, fingers gliding smoothly across the book, his judging eyes focused on the book he was reading. "You wanted to see me, father?" Heimdall voiced, his weight shifting slightly from the uneasy feeling in the room. Odin gazed up from the pages to look at his son with a frustrated expression.

Seeing him look up made Heimdall gaze elsewhere than at his father.

What could have him in a hissy attitude today? Heimdall questioned himself. "You know your brother's third wedding is tomorrow, right? When am I going to hear about yours?" Odin scolded, only being answered by silence from his son, the effects of the scolding showing. Deep down, Odin knew how Heimdall was with such a subject like this. Being the same as when it was the last time they talked about this.

"All-father I-"

"Cut the excuses, Heimdall!.. I gave you years, time, and patience. Then what do I get? More fucking excuses!" he yelled, the two ears in his study being met with the screech of his chair scrapping on the floor as he rose from it. Heimdall could see the anger building on his face, and the aura made the blonde man tense up.

Heimdall's slender fingers flexed from the pit, feeling conjuring up inside, "father, what do you mean? I don't need marriage to define me." Heimdall criticized, knowing the result of this argument, a never-ending turn with no end. His magenta eyes looked down at the wooden floor, fearful of looking into the eyes of disappointment. The Aesir silently cursed to himself, hearing his father's heavy footsteps approach him with ill intentions, dreadful silence filling the room once his stomps stopped.

"You think you get to choose this, wasting my blood like its cheap mead. I did NOT birth you to have it dry out, Heimdall!" Odin cursed, hands resembling what Heimdall was doing, balling them up from frustration, denial of others' choices, and not having the option to choose. Seeing Odin's hand gesture like this made Heimdall prepares for what was to come, he knew how much Odin saw him as a tool because he could hear it.

The thoughts that screamed out each time Heimdall was in Odin's presence. A heavy sigh follows up as the old man grazes his receding gray hair on his head, "furthermore, you will take the marriage I have arranged for you since you have a problem with…deciding." Odin corrected, the floor creaking under his boots as he stepped away from the young man. Again, he tries to choose for Heimdall, choosing what's best for him and not letting him decide. Hearing that he was arranging one made the Aesir's expression turn sour with irritation.

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me, and I will not take another rebuttal from you, boy. As I said, your brother's wedding is tomorrow, and you haven't even thought of a proposal in centuries." odin said, The expression of a curious father on his wrinkled face.

"...Unless you have anything in mind," the old man theorized, leaning forward on his desk. Heimdall's thoughts ponder in question, wondering who would take him on such an offer, but then his thoughts fall on one person. Playing with fate and maybe even testing his luck with others' kindness, the worse this person could say is no.

His jaw set, preparing himself before speaking, "Ular waru." Heimdall uttered, eyeballing the all-father's expression filled with confusion and a hint of disbelief. He could hear the doubt and even see it right before him.

"The whale man's boy? What makes you think he'll play upon your offer?" Odin mocked, eyebrows raised in question.

The sound of Heimdall's nervous swallow echoed in his ears "he has an eye for me. He had it for a very long time,... so it shouldn't take long with a little convincing," he insists, words littered with lies and barely truths but how would the all-father notice this. Odin watched him closely with a cruel gleam in his one eye, listening to his son.

Odin Purring in his chest slightly as he leaned back into the wooden chair he sat in "3 months; you have three months, Heimdall, and if that boy isn't ready to marry you. We are going with my decision, no BUTS!" He warns, pointing a frail tattooed finger at Heimdall. The echoing silence filled the room again with dread before Odin decided to send him away the gesture of his hand, Heimdall turning his tail, with his loud stomping following behind. Shutting his father's door with a slam, yet still holding on to the handles, a breathy frustration leaving his lips.

He will convince Ular, and he will not fail. He refuses to yield.

A few hours passed, and after the odd deal Ular knew nothing about, his mind was elsewhere as he was assisting others in preparing for the upcoming wedding Ingmar, Sif, and thor were having tomorrow. Knowing that ingamr was getting married made Ular very excited about the event. It'll be his first time witnessing an actual wedding since the wedding he attended was for him but was arranged by his 'father' for a truce between other sea beings. 

Neverminding that, ular continued helping by using his tendrils to hang a few beautiful blue-colored henbane flowers, requested by the god of thunder himself.

Luckily, Ular had these flowers growing a good while ago out of curiosity for the beautiful colors once thor introduced them to the sea deity. Finishing off with the flowers, humming like a young boy in love as he carried crates filled with mead from one place to another, he bent down to reach for a bin on the floor, glancing at his finger and seeing old, dried-up blood, he'll have to remind himself to clean that off later. He stood straight, only to be met with an unexpected blonde visitor.

"You are very flexible, for a gigantic squid." Heimdall raved, his words followed by that classic mocking smirk he likes to flash, golden teeth gleaming.

The tense grip ular had on the bin tightened with annoyance. 

"What do you want, Heimdall?" he murmured, through his clenched teeth as he gave the Aesir a fake smile. Tension built between the two as their thoughts overflowed each other, Heimdall nervously biting his lip, striding slowly towards ular. He was not practically noticing the eight-foot man stepping back slightly to separate the distance from this.

"You better be lucky I favor you, lamb. I bumped up your privilege with the opportunity to marry someone under Odin's wing." he declared, not paying any mind to Ular's confused expression and reaching over to one of the shop owner's apples and grabbing it, examing the delicious red apple.

The caramel-skinned man double-takes on Heimdall's words. Why would he help? All these years now, he wants to try to help ular? "I’m marrying who?! and what makes you think I need your help?" he responded, setting the wooden bin he carried to the side with a slight slam, watching the skimming Aesir take a bite out of the apple he held. His Magenta eyes glared at Ular, laughing under his breath.

"Don't you want to live up here with that whale-man?"

"you mean my father," Ular corrects, without hesitating to talk back to the blonde. Heimdall sees the man continue his volunteer work to avoid throwing the watcher across the muddy ground. This problem was bound to come up eventually. Ingmar marrying the borson's meant he would have to move to the other side of the wall, and ular would still live in the house they stayed in. secretly, ular knew the loneliness would get to him sooner than he would least expect it, like how everything is out to get him.

Not hearing Heimdall even make a sound from behind him made the realization come to life that he was probably reading his mind.

" Is the poor puppy worried about being alone?" he cackled, Ular giving him a disgustful stare, then ignoring the continuous laughter. This constant banter only adds to the list of reasons why ular can't stand the spoiled man-child. 

The sea man’s jaw tightens from Heimdall’s mocking words ���don’t test my patience, minha amiga. I’m not worried about that. Now, if you don’t mind, I have other things to attend to.” he responds, saving himself the trouble by speaking in his native before distancing himself from the man. Heimdall being so small-minded, couldn’t recognize the language, proceeding to brush it off and get the last laugh.

"don't forget to save me a seat at the wedding, dearest!" Heimdall mocked, still focused on Ular, walking further away from him to tune the man out. Well, it could’ve gone worse if he had told him the person was him.

This day keeps getting better by the hour for Ular.

The next day's beautiful afternoon, Guests for today's wedding were excited about the beautiful exchange of last names. Ular, standing in his room, fixes his dark-blue tunic with silver accessories. With a cuff and a few rings, adjusting the shiny silver, he glances at himself in a reflection of water he used to clean his face this morning. Watching the waters ripple in the warm water, his trace was broken by heavy footsteps that were familiar to him.

"Woah, look at you being all fancy!" Ingmar compliments, Ular expression lights up like a deer hearing this. The deity took this time to see Ingmar's wedding outfit: a blue tunic with a fur coat across his shoulders.

"me being fancy, look at you," he bellows, gesturing to Ingmar's outfit. The big man laughed it off with a slight yanking off Ula'r's arm to pull him towards his big chest, ruffling up his hair. Ingmar knew no matter how old Ular would be. He'll still treat him like his own kid, even while they make their way toward the walls of Asgard. They will be added to a more prominent family, and that family brought them happiness, a warm feeling the both of them haven't felt in a while.

Once they arrived in Asgard, the place looked as lively as ever, the beautiful flowers ular put up, gleaming like stars. Guests dressed in fitting outfits for the wedding. Seeing them all for Ingmar's wedding made them smile hard. getting closer to the great lodge, Ingmar spots his soon-to-be husband and wife, their outfits matching the colors of Ingmar's, thor looking handsome as ever and his wife Sif's bright smile. He silently murmurs to ular that'll he see him during the wedding and steps away to talk to sif and thor. Ular gave them a little wave, turning around only to be surprised by a stranger.

She was eating from a wooden bowl. Ular recognized the smell as the food being served for the wedding, and from the disgusted expression on her face, he could tell that she didn't quite enjoy the taste.

"you know, the food here tastes like vanaheim's swamp. No flavor and barely any spice. Are you the one who made this?" 

"No, I did not, ma'am,..it was those dwarves. I told them not to mess with the cooking," Ular nervously explained, the woman staring daggers into Ular's eyes with her amber ones. It felt like hours before she finally gave him a reassuring smile, handing the wooden bowl over.

"Well, next time, young man. Make sure they don't touch it," she warns, striding back to the wedding guest and maybe, grabbing more food along the way that is good. She is a fine woman but struck a chill in Ular's spine with that glare. Deciding that the interaction was a little weird, Ular roams off to find his close friends that he'd made sure to invite. Gazing at Larvisa and Leif, he couldn't help but smile, talking to them about making sure to a nice spot before it started. 

As time passed, everyone was standing in there, smiling in glee, waiting for the bride and groom to do their walk. Ular takes his place in the far backside, still having a perfect view of the walkway, slightly hearing the murmurs and whispers of the guest about the wedding. The sight of thor, thrud, and Ingmar walking together is a memory-capturing ular. He knows for sure that his father was the happiest fish man alive, the grey hair man looking off to the side as he walked, sparring a slight glance to ular. Instead of waving with his hand, Ular waved with one of his tendrils, a cheeky smile that Ingmar couldn't help but chuckle at the boy. 

Listening to their vows and the heartfelt exchange of weapons, watching thor and sif give Ingmar Mjölnir meant so much to him. the man got teary-eyed, kissing the two and hugging them so tenderly, even ular felt a few tears peaking up as well. The moment was later filled with a circle dance, sif, thor, and everyone cheering Ingmar on as he danced, clapping, and unique sounds of instruments. It was most definitely Ingmar's band. Ular knew that sound from anywhere. The deity off to the side eventually strolled away, knowing he did an excellent job with the wedding.

Ular escaped to step off to the side, behind a wall of the great lodge. At first, his golden eyes focused on the muddy ground, then his eyes cast above to see the starry night smiling wide. His moment getting ruined by footsteps approaching where he was hiding. Glaring over to the source of the sound, he sees Heimdall, the Aesir he despises.

"why aren't you dancing with them, lamb?" the familiar voice questioned, but Ular barely could understand what they were saying from their words being in a drunken slur. The tall man gazed to his side to see the familiar blonde asshole that seemed always to find him.

"I'm not much of a dancer, and are you drunk?" Ular mocked, seeing Heimdall barely able to keep his eyes wide open, his eyelids on being narrowed, magenta eyes glowing like fireflies. Wearing a silky yellow button-up tunic with many leather belts, This is the first time he has ever since the perfect aesir, drunk and slurry like a wise older man. The tone of Ular mocking him made Heimdall furious. Stomping over to him until he stood in front of the giant caramel-skinned man, reaching his pale hand out to grab Ular by the fur on his body.

"Are you mocking me?" he scowls, breath smelling like very cheap mead, Ular's expression somewhat disgusted by the smell.

"Yes, I am. You smell exactly like your brother," he notes, leaning slightly away from the drunken aesir. When Heimdall heard the very words of his brother being mentioned, His chiseled jaw tightened, Ular getting a slight taste of the man's thoughts. Hatred, disgust, and longing as Heimdall stare daggers into Ular's non-judging glares.

Heimdall Raised his free hand to point a pale finger at Ular's face. "I hate you. I hate you so much because of you and your whale of a.. goddamn father! I have to marry someone, getting the all father in such a marry fucking mood!" he voiced, anger in every word he spat at Ular, the other hand having a tight grip on the soft fur Ular wore. Heimdall glimpsed back up at Ular again, He was expecting something different, but instead, the look in Ular's eyes was sympathetic. Again, not an ounce of judgment. He had never had someone gaze at him like this, the slight movement Heimdall felt when Ular moved his hands, putting a callused hand over his small, smoothed ones.

"Hating me isn't going to get you anywhere, Heimdall," Ular's hushed voice murmurs to Heimdall. He doesn't know if the mead is doing this to him or how Ular scent comforts him. It smelled sweet, with the smell of the salty waters. The smell blinded his senses, barely noticing the small distance between them, yet still, he refused to look away from ular's golden gaze. 

A secret he'd take to the grave with him was the jealousy of others' happy romances, but right now. Seeing his hold on Ular made him want to be selfish, and he can experience it, to experience the euphoria. Feeling the tension snapping, He exhaled sharply before leaning in, closing the distance between them, and taking Ular's lips into his. The taste on Heimdall's lips was the sour taste of mead, nothing but that, the kiss feeling delightful to Heimdall, barely able to breathe. 

The air Ular took away from him as he kissed him deeply, not until the aesir pulled away. The two of them caught their breaths, Ular gazing down at Heimdall's flushed face and blissful expression, Hearing each other's breaths.

"I can't believe it. I just-.."

Ular gazed into his glowing, magenta eyes. "are you sure...about this?"

"..I surely didn't tell you to stop" heimdall whisper, licking his pink, soft lips and kissing him again into the night....

When Heimdall finally opened his eyes, they shined with lust and animalistic gaze—looking into each other's eyes one last time before Heimdall pulled him down to capture his lips again, the hint of mead still lingering on his tongue.

This moment they shared opened a new door to something fresh for the two.

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Heimdall x reader where reader is very loosely based on one interpretation of Bragi. A great poet, who upon their death is appointed court poet of Valhalla by Odin. I don't know what the plot will be. Idk how they even meet. I just need fun gn/male reader concept, and now I'm gonna write it. Perfect distraction from the 10 page essay due in 12 hours that I have not started.

[celestialhole]

its the fact that I have yet to see a single Heimdall x male reader considering that man is fruity asf

[starssunsoftheinfinite]

Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male reader Chapter 3

warnings : none

Names used : Y/N, 'my darling', 'pet', 'my sweet boy', 'mine', 'little pet'

comfort. its not suuuper hinted at but in the comfort scene, Loki is meant to be using some magic to help with it which is why you give in so quickly.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

1,232 words

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It wasn't long before you, Loki, and Heimdall stood ready for your travel. Loki had said his goodbyes and you had no one to say goodbye to so you happily went on your way. Well, mostly happily. You still had this horrible nagging feeling about stepping foot onto Mindguard. It was… embarrassing. You were the best thief in the galaxy, you had stolen from the collector for goodness sake! Why would being on that tiny planet bring you any fear? It was completely irrational. Your ears laid flat against your head as you watched Heimdall turn the key and-

The air was familiar and yet foreign, cooling on your skin and the bird song overhead was beautiful but its beauty did not sway your paranoia. You shouldn't be here. You don't know why but something tells you you should not be here.

"Yes, it's quite lovely here isn't it!" The booming voice broke you out of your thoughts, your ears flattening once more and your nose wrinkling. Your eyes traveled upwards and you were greeted by a tall blonde man with broad shoulders and blue eyes. "Hello, Thor," Loki said as though he were forced to say it. Thor's eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he gave a firm nod "Brother. " He huffed before turning his attention back to you. You were verging on a scowl, glancing at Loki before looking back to the Asgardian ray of sunshine beaming down at you. "You must be Y/N! Best cat burglar in the galaxy! I've been excited to meet you ever since this was agreed on. I'm sure you will be of great help to the team" Thor never stopped smiling as he spoke and you wondered if his cheeks hurt yet. You heard Loki huff from beside you and without even looking you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Do not get too comfortable, we will not be staying long. " Loki grumbled and you threw Thor an apologetic glance. He seemed like a nice man so you felt the need.

The compound was large and seemingly well-fortified. If you were planning to rob the place you certainly wouldn't be able to do it on a whim. Though you're sure with a little planning it would be a breeze. Luckily for them though, you are not here to burgle. You were led into a large lift with a window, allowing you to watch the ground become smaller and smaller, people watching all the way up. When it finally stopped you felt Loki's hand on your shoulder, urging you to move forward.

The room was spacious and clean. There was a man in purple sitting on a large armchair, a book in his hand. He was the only other person in the room so you stared for a moment, expecting a greeting. The man did not notice for an awkwardly long amount of time so Thor promptly stepped in. "This is Bruce! He is a scientist, very smart guy." Thor exclaimed, clearly frightening the man as he pat him on the head. "Hi." Bruce said with a nod. It was short but friendly, he seemed nice. Loki hummed though it was clear he was uninterested. "I do not wish to socialize, Thor. Please just take us to our rooms I've had a long day and it's not even noon." Loki complained. Thor nodded and led the two of you to a pair of rooms side by side with one another. "Loki you are on the left, and y/n is on the right. You have your own beds, snacks, bathrooms, the whole shabang!" Thor grinned. "shabang?" Loki echoed. "I learned it here in Midgard its a very fun word. " Thor said and Loki didnt bother prying any further.

Thor finally left the two of you to your own devices, each of you sitting in your respective rooms. It wasn't too bad, quite nice actually though you know Loki probably gasping at the lack of gold. You didn't mind the white walls and simple bed. It was quite a nice bed actually. You pressed your back into the soft sheets, taking a deep breath and letting yourself drop your guard for a moment. As the thrill of a new place and new people slowly drifted away, your mind was once again plagued with a strange tension. It was becoming more and more frustrating by the second. What was wrong why were you so upset? You let out a raspy and angry groan and stood up, kicking your foot against a set of drawers and having to catch the vase that tumbled off due to the disturbance. Your expressions of frustration were cut short by a knock at your door.

"Come in." You called and unsurprisingly Loki strode his way toward your bed. "I heard a bit of commotion. What is troubling you, pet?" He spoke and it was so soft and gentle. When he was with others he was rude and snarky but when the two of you were alone every word he spoke invited you in. You sat beside him, leaning back on your hands and staring at the floor. "I- mm." You began but then stopped, unsure of how to continue. You took a deep breath, tail curling around you as you brought your knees to your chest.

"Something about this place- Midguard it… it troubles me. Ever since you mentioned going I felt this nagging feeling. Like there's something here I should be scared of and the fact I don't know what to fear frightens me even more. " You spoke as clearly as you could, trying your best to express your complicated feelings. Loki hummed in understanding and laid himself on the bed, resting his head against the pillow and gesturing for you to come. "Come, lay with me. " He said and you were hesitant but obliged. You rested beside him and Loki promptly lifted you with ease, positioning you to lay your head against his chest. The pattern of his heartbeat soothed your worries if only a little. "I do not know what you fear. So I am afraid I cannot truly assist. But perhaps I can help you to let go of your thoughts for now. No need to think little pet, just listen. " Loki suggested and without a second thought, you leaned into the idea. Anything to make this horrible feeling go away.

You turn slightly, pressing your face into Loki's chest and Loki's hand finds itself buried in your hair. You breathed in his scent and the more you took in the more you curled up. "Oh, sweet thing… that's it. Relax." He hummed and with each word the room got quieter and quieter. Like the only noises that were important to hear were Loki's heartbeat and his voice. Your body felt heavy and soothed, you barely remembered what you were so worried about before, far too focused on Loki and his words. "My sweet boy, my darling. Mine." If you were able to have coherent thoughts you'd question such language. But despite the fact you barely knew the man, you allowed him to call you his. You wouldn't mind that. As the world finally drifted away, allowing you to melt against Loki and curl your tail around his waist, for the first time in a very long time you felt genuinely and truly safe.

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this one was real short and it was going to be longer, however the way I wanted it to go either meant leaving it here and saving the rest for chapter 4 or carrying on and making it way longer. I chose to split it up instead of dragging it out.

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[male-reads]

Thor: Rule the World

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Thor x Male!Reader Summary: Ruling is tiring. Request: Could you make a thor x male reader where the reader rules asgard while he’s gone. PS i love your work

Ruling Asgard was a lot harder than anticipated. There was a reason why things were run by democracies. Ruling was hard.

Especially when your subjects treated you like royalty and never exactly asked for a second opinion. Asgardians were difficult to deal with sometimes.

The day started out like normal - missing Thor, wondering where the hell he was, and why he thought it was a good idea to let you rule in his absence. The responsibility was hard.

Keeping order in Asgard and within the other realms was exhausting to say the least. There were things that needed your attention, and they only grew when you had to figure other things out. You didn’t envy Thor.

“You look tired,” Heimdall said as you walked closer to him. “Ruling Asgard can be … exhausting,”

“I realise that may be why Odin ruled so terribly,” you said. It was bad to speak ill of the dead, but with everything that had happened, maybe Odin had needed help, a council. Instead, things had steadily gotten worse. But Thor had been fixing things since his father had passed.

“If you’re wondering were your king is, he’s on Midgard. He appears to have a profound friendship with Bruce Banner.”

You had met Bruce briefly before. He was a nice man. “Let us hope they do not break Midgardian science,” you said. 

Heimdall chuckled, inclining his head. “I shall inform you if they do. Now I suppose you must leave; ruling Asgard leaves minimal time to oneself.”

It took around three weeks before Thor made it back.

You knew full well that he returned. Thunder and lightning boomed and shot across the sky, and barely a minute later, Thor was striding towards you, smile bright and arms wide.

It felt nice to be back in his arms.

“How has it been, Y/N?” Thor asked, pulling away only slightly.

It was still a nice surprise to see the way Thor looked at you - eyes bright and warm with love. His gentle embrace was always welcoming and was a home.

“I do not envy you, my king,” you said, smiling at the way Thor shook his head. 

“I am not your king, you are my equal,” he said, lowering his head to rest it against yours. “Perhaps I shall have to make you my king too.”

You raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but smile. “Perhaps. But I do not want to deal with … responsibilities such as these by myself.”

Thor chuckled. “Of course not. As kings, I would have to share them. Or at least hand some off to someone else.”

“Aren’t you clever?”