#odin god of war x reader

[aurguries]

to be all-seeing

pairing: odin x reader author's note: odin and heimdall were both such standouts for me in the new game and i just had to write something involving them both and what better way to tie them together than write about heimdall's mother? i've taken some creative liberties here, and this is just my take on how stuff might have gone down. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!! warnings: gaslighting, dubious consent, manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse, just all-fucker being an all around prick

Why here of all places?

With everything that’s happening — the looming threat of Ragnarök, that pesky Greek god and the boy by his side, the mask and its stubbornly hidden secrets, his vengeful ex, the impending doom of his death — perhaps he might have been thinking of simpler times.

Perhaps he might have been thinking of you.

And of course, that gift of yours.

It’s been some time since his last visit, since he last had either Huginn or Muninn keep an eye on you. Easier to pretend you never existed, though at times, a fool’s errand. You did, after all, spend several lifetimes with him. Then there’s your kid together, a walking reminder of your former union.

Sometimes, Odin wishes things could have been different, but here you are. And here he is.

You catch sight of him first.

Or maybe you saw him coming.

"What are you doing here?"

Fimbulwinter has taken its toll on Midgard, and it looks just as bleak and miserable as he remembers it to be from his last visit with Thor. With that, you — you make a most lovely sight in this dump.

Maybe it was cruel of him to bind you to a place such as this, among lesser people and where monsters lurked in every corner. Then again, he’s reminded that, just like his Frigg, you are here by your own fault.

It’s not that you mean nothing to him, you just … well, you just needed to be taught a lesson, that’s all.

Clearly, you still don’t see it that way.

"Come to gloat?" you inquire bitterly, standing in the doorway of the modest cottage you now regard as home.

If only you hadn’t been so goddamn stubborn, you could have been so very far away from … all this. Still living comfortably in the lodge he built, with servants to cater to your every whim, and the unforgiving winter nothing but a frigid tale to be told to you in passing gossip by members of his court. But you’ve always insisted upon your own way, upon your own … principles.

And so, you’ve brought this on yourself.

"You tell me," is all he says.

And yet, a challenge. You recognise it too. He looks at you, watches your gaze narrow. When you finally speak, your tone is as frosty as the snow that surrounds you both.

"I don’t do that anymore."

Odin merely shrugs. "Pity. Real gift you had."

This seems to irritate you further.

"What are you here for this time? Why now?" comes your impatient demand. And yet, he detects an undercurrent of hurt. It’s been … too long perhaps, since his last visit. You might have thought he’d forgotten about you.

A beat passes. He sees realisation dawn, anger fade. You start to smile, an almost gleeful edge to your voice as you guess, "Oh, this is about that prophecy, isn’t it? You don’t know what else to do. Or perhaps it is about that mask of yours. You always did spend so much time pouring over it."

"Maybe I’m here for you," he muses.

"You’re here for my gift," you correct sharply, displeasure returning. "I don’t need it to tell me that."

With that, you turn on your heel without another word.

Soon he’s trailing after you, shutting the door behind him, feeling the last gust of cold air disappear. A watchful eye takes to surveying the room, scanning for signs of anyone else other than you. The fact that he even has to look sours his mood just a little. Admittedly, he has been a little lax with your punishment lately.

"I see you’ve been decorating," he observes, taking a seat at a table you’ve set up in the centre of the room. Odin looks to you, tone light. "You got anything to drink?"

"Just tell me what you want this time."

You remain standing, ever watchful, ever cautious, seeming so very far away from him. Not impossible to reach though. He always has a way of getting to you, somehow. You’ve missed him, despite how vehemently you might deny it.

Still, you’ve changed, haven’t you? Even more so than when he last saw you. Midgard’s influence, no doubt. It never does you any good. You don’t seem to need him as much anymore. Perhaps you never did.

He’s not sure he likes the thought of that.

"No how have you been?”

An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air.

You stare at him wordlessly.

He relents with a sigh.

"I’m sorry, that’s not fair. Expecting you to welcome me back. You’re angry at me for not visiting, I get that."

Odin gazes at you intently.

"Unless … this isn’t about that at all, and you’re still angry about what happened." He shrugs. "Yeah sure, I may have … overreacted, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did what I thought was best. For you."

Something flickers in your expression.

The words come quietly.

"You always say that."

"And I mean it every time."

"I wish I could believe you."

"You can," he coaxes tenderly.

"Can I?"

He inches closer towards you, voice low and reassuring. "Don’t you know I’ll always be here for you? That I’ll always care for you? Didn’t I promise you that?”

"You promised me many things."

"And I intend on keeping those promises," he murmurs. "All you gotta do, is trust me."

He reaches out to you, but you immediately draw back, voice tense.

"Just — get on with whatever it is you’re here for this time."

He leans back, unfazed by this … contempt you make a show of. After all, you did this the last time too, and the other visits that came before. Even so, he’s still here, isn’t he?

"Alright, if that’s what you want."

A moment passes and you take a seat, unable to look at him.

It’s almost … satisfying. Knowing that even after all this time, his words still have the capacity to affect you. And why should they not?

You must still love him.

Didn’t he give you everything?

Who would you be without him? Where would you be? Who else would have brought you back to Asgard if not him? He raised you to be a queen. And just like the wife who came after you, you stupidly threw it all away. And for what?

You chose to be nothing.

At the end of it all, perhaps you do deserve to live in this wasteland. It’s the only way you’ll learn to behave. To learn your place. And once you do, it’ll be just like old times. You by his side, and your gift at his disposal. The All-Father and his little prophetess.

"You want to know why I’m here," he begins.

"I assume it’s about the prophecy."

"Yeah, something along the lines of that." He pauses, gives you a look. "You remember that … god, the one you told me was headed to Jötunheim."

"What about him?"

"You remember his son as well? There’s something the boy might be able to help me with."

You stiffen, expression hardening.

"I want nothing to do with this if it means harming a child."

"No one’s talking about killing the kid," he retorts with a snort, rolling his eyes. "You’re being dramatic."

"Am I?" you wonder coolly.

"Look, all I want is for him to help me with my mask. With enough time, he just might be able to piece it together."

"And so you want me to tell you if this will happen, if it will play out how you want it to."

"And here I thought you had abandoned your gift."

"I did. You’ve only had me do this many times, but this time I won’t. I mean it."

"Do you now?" he wonders, gaze flickering to yours.

"I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want you to hurt anyone."

"Why would I hurt anybody?" He chuckles. "I’m not always the bad guy, you know. I did save you now, didn’t I? All those years ago."

"Save?"

"Ran away, didn’t you? Then made to survive with your gift when things went to shit." His words are mocking, condescending. "The Aesir who was so very far away from home. At least that’s how I remember it. In the end, you practically begged me to take you back to Asgard. Prayed to me, pleaded with me."

"If only I was shown what entailed," you mutter. "What it showed me instead, it … misled me."

He sighs. "Still, I envy you for it."

Coldness sets in. "You’ve always envied what I think is cursed."

Odin leans back in his seat. "Nonsense. It’s a gift."

"Only when it’s useful to you."

"I suppose, but whatever benefits Asgard benefits our son, no?" he muses. "That boy of ours, he really is something. Everything we hoped he’d be. You’d want the best for him, wouldn’t you?"

The words hit you hard. Almost immediately, you shoot up from your seat, seething, "How dare you mention him? I haven’t seen him since he was a child. You took him from me."

"You abandoned him."

"I was forced to. By you," you grit out.

"And whose fault is that?" he wonders coldly.

All the colour has drained from your face, and just like that, it feels as though it was only yesterday you left home in such a state — ashen-faced, chin quivering, trying your hardest not to cry when you were asked if you’d be back. The confusion written all over his little face was probably enough to shatter your heart.

You’ve always loved that boy too much for your own good. It’s made you weak if anything. And it would have made him weak. It’s better this way, you and him apart. Besides, the man that your son is now, the man that Odin raised him to be — useful, reliable, loyal — you’d be pleased with how he’s turn out.

Odin moves to take your hands in his. When you don’t pull away, he starts in a honeyed voice, "We all make mistakes. What’s important is that you’re making up for yours. And for that, I’ll always be very proud."

He rises from his seat, a hand moving to cup your cheek. He watches you start to crack, because in your isolation, despite all the hate and anger you may feel for him, he is still all you have.

"It’s been hard on you, hasn’t it?" he murmurs sympathetically, thumb brushing across your cheek. "Being here all alone. Away from our son, from me. From family. I know I haven’t been dropping by as often as you’d like. And for that, I’m truly sorry. Truth is, I’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse, is it?"

His fingers move to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards so that you can meet his gaze. Something in your expression falters.

"I should’ve made time for you," he tells you softly. "Forgive me?"

He pulls away, gazes down at you intently.

A moment goes by.

Then finally, a crack.

"The boy," comes your reluctant response. "The boy will come to Asgard. I’ve seen it."

Eagerness grips him. There you are. There it is.

"And?"

"He’s come because of his father. He’s been … driven away."

He detects a hint of disgust in your voice, though he gets the sense that it isn’t for him, or Loki.

After all, it is your whispers that often end in suffering, don’t they?

He is bound to betray you. 

That Dwarf will rebel against you. 

When she leaves, you will have her wings.

Most of the time, all he has to do is tell you that it is for the good of Asgard, for the good of your son, and you carry on without hesitation.

His response now is as ravenous as it was then.

"The mask. Tell me about the mask."

Your brows crease. "The pieces … they come together. And the boy, he seems to be the key."

A thrill runs through him.

He takes and takes. Whatever you have to offer.

"And Ragnarök?"

You hesitate.

"You know I can’t see that far."

Irritation flares.

"Fimbulwinter is already here," he insists impatiently. "Ragnarök is close."

"I’ve told you everything I know," is all you say.

Odin seizes you by the arms then, fingers digging harshly into your skin. "This is really, really important. And I need you to think carefully. Ragnarök. Anything … you can tell me about that?"

He sighs at the lack of a response.

"Might be hard for me to come visit if I’m dead. You’d miss me, wouldn’t you?"

You glare up at him, voice taut.

"I can’t tell you what I don’t know."

Odin watches you closely.

"What about your son? Our son? You want to keep him safe, don’t you?"

Your gaze softens ever so slightly, but you don’t budge.

"I really don’t know."

A moment passes.

He loosens his hold on you, fingers moving to brush your hair back.

"Well …" he finally murmurs. "I had to ask."

Odin gazes at you fondly, tone now affectionate.

"Even so, I always knew you wouldn’t let me down." He chuckles. "My little prophetess. I nearly forgot how good of a team we were. How … talented you were."

His hand slides down to rest on your throat, and the lightness vanishes. He regards you with a dark gaze, eye tracing your skin.

Then, after a while, his words come quietly.

"I’ve always loved you. You know that, right?"

He steps closer, fingers curling around your neck.

"Even after all that treachery. Even after you turned your back on me."

"You didn’t give me a choice."

"No, you just chose to betray me."

"I didn’t want to."

"But you did. You should be dead, you know. Or worse."

"And yet, you still need me, don’t you?" you challenge, neck still in his grasp.

He could kill you. Should kill you. Is it true, that he still needs you? A son blessed with your gift of foresight was all he wanted at the beginning, really. But after bearing him that child, you’ve still somehow managed to prove yourself useful. How many times have your insight proved valuable? That you’ve dealt with a problem that hasn’t even begun?

But more importantly, you’ve grown on him, haven’t you?

"You had your son kill most, if not all the Giants," you continue accusingly. "And you strangled that Giantess because you didn’t like what she saw. Now they’re all gone. Because of you. And so, now — now you keep me alive despite the treason I’ve committed because I’m the only one left with the gift of prophecy you so desperately covet. That’s unless you prefer to seek out the Norns, but we both know how much you despise them."

Your hand slides up his arm, gripping his wrist.

"If you truly wish me dead, then do it. Murder me. Murder me like you murdered your dear friend Gróa."

He chuckles lightly.

"You’re overreacting. What makes you think I want you dead? You should be, but you’re still here, aren’t you?"

"So you want my gratitude?"

"I want to know if you still care," he murmurs, gaze intent. "Do you truly hate me? As much as you claim you do?"

He sees you hesitate.

Then.

"I should. After you sent me here, after you made me leave my son." A trembling pause. "But I don’t." You can barely even look at him. "I can’t." Your voice wavers. "No matter what you do."

"I’m a difficult man," he says, fingers releasing their grasp on your throat, grazing upwards to cup the side of your face. "I admit that."

"You’re a god."

"And is that so bad?" Odin wonders, thumb caressing your lips.

Worse, you whisper as he leans in to have you. You let him.

You always do.

•••

"You’ve been to see my mother," Heimdall will later say. Carefully, for it is a sensitive subject he is about to broach. Callously, so that the All-Father does not know that a part of him still cares. 

It’s pathetic. Truly. 

"I have," comes his father’s response.

Heimdall waits. And waits. But the All-Father never elaborates, never looks up from his book. 

"I’m surprised she made it all the way to Fimbulwinter. She always did have a rather … weak disposition," he drawls, voice dripping with contempt. 

But he doesn’t hate her. Not really. He remembers her delicate laugh, her smiling eyes. That gaze of pure adoration whenever she looked at him, as though he was who she loved most. No one ever looks at him that way anymore. 

She would still. He knows this. 

"You’d think she’d have perished by now," Heimdall muses with a dramatic sigh, fingers distractedly grazing across a scroll as he lingers near the table where his father’s seated at, nose still burrowed in his book.

"So you want her dead?" the All-Father suddenly asks, gaze flickering to him.

Heimdall hesitates, scoffs.

"She betrayed us. She betrayed you."

"Sure, sure," the All-Father murmurs. The book slams shut. His father’s full attention is now on him. Heimdall wished for it just seconds earlier, will long for it always, but now that he has it, it isn’t a very pleasant feeling. It never is. 

"So, do you?"

His brow creases. "All-Father?"

"Want her dead."

Heimdall freezes. 

His father is still staring at him, waiting. Waiting for an answer. He wants to know. He always does. Somewhere behind him, Huginn screeches. 

Then, reluctantly, almost disgustedly, he forces himself to respond. 

"No."

A moment passes.

The All-Father hums, reaches for his book, attention shifting away from him, and it’s almost as if the moment never happened.

Heimdall tries not to look too relieved. 

"That’ll be all."

His arm flies up to his chest, back already instinctively bent in a bow. 

"All-Father."

He’s met with only silence. Always only silence. 

And when he leaves, it’s as if he was never there at all.

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Headcannons: Heimdall, Thor and Odin w/ Reader who always carries food on them

AN: Had to write this asap cause I couldn't resist

Request: Heya, Heya!! Reread your Heimdall fic a couple times and it got me thinking of a head cannon request if you do that!

This is a request for God of War Ragnarok(I as least want Hiemdall, Odin, and Thor but you can add whoever)

And this is a fun type headcannon where the reader can randomly pull out food from nowhere. It’s not magic, they just always have food on them. They would even sometimes be randomly eating at the worse/awkward times

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Heimdall:

Being the god of foresight and knowledge, Heimdall expected everything that would happen next.

But honestly, nothing could have prepared him for when you pulled out food from thin air.

He thinks you pulled it from thin air anyways, until you tell him that you just always have food on you.

His initial reaction to that is to ask, "...Why? The mess hall is not that far." You just shrug and respond, "You never know when you could want it. And plus, I'm not gonna walk all the way to the mess hall everytime I feel like eating."

Okay. Fair point.

It's times like these when Heimdall wonders how he ended up with someone as... Random as you could be. All the more reason to love you he guesses.

At some point he even learns to love your little hobby of keeping food on you. Sometimes he's too caught up in patrolling on the wall that he forgets to eat, then you come along with the food you carry and he just eats and talks to you.

Heimdall also lives for the looks of confusion on people's faces when they see you take out food like you just pulled it from another realm.

To this day Heimdall still kinda suspects that you do. You like making fun of him for it.

"Bet you couldn't forsee that." Cue a long, exaggerated sigh.

Also please do not eat while there's a literal fight going on. He loves you, he really does. But he'd rather have you alive than die because you were too busy munching.

He swears he even saw you offering a snack to the enemy at one point.

Thor:

He absolutely loves it.

Like the first time you do it, he laughs so loud you swear it could be heard throughout Asgard.

Thor doesn't even question where you got the food from, he's just immediately laughing and pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

You can literally see the hearts in his eyes whenever you do it, it's like he just fell in love with you for the first time again.

Also don't expect your food to be all for you whenever you pull it out to eat, because Thor will immediately be at your side eating it as well.

It's like a way to summon him honestly.

Like how some spirits require rituals to be summoned - Thor just needs food. It's the same for you honestly. Which is probably why everyone says you two are the perfect couple.

If anyone ever makes fun of you or comments on how you carry food everywhere, they can kiss their life goodbye cause Thor won't tolerate it.

He also doesn't give a crap if you eat during a fight, you did it during one of his bar fights and he took a break to eat with you cause why the hell not?

In conclusion, this man is hooked.

Odin:

The first time you do it is when he's talking to you about a plan of some sort.

He's about to turn but immediately does a double take when he sees the food in your hand.

Was that there before? Surely not.

It's funny seeing him trying to figure it out, you can see the gears turning in his head and you have to stifle a laugh.

After a short moment you tell him that you just carry food on you.

He's a little embarrassed that he didn't think of that first and goes, "Ah." Then he walks off, contemplating what just happened.

It's not that it bothers him or anything, it's just... Huh? Where does one even store that much food?? Do you have magic pockets or something??

You should be prideful, you managed to confuse Odin - the Allfather. Not many get to do that or even live when they do, you lucky, lucky person.

He learns to just not question it, he'll just end up more confused than he started off as. And unless you're planning to take over the 9 realms using your meals then he has nothing to worry about.

Hearing you eat has become a background noise for him now and he sometimes even gets worried when he doesn't hear you eating.

Huginn and Muninn also love you because you always let them peck at your food, despite Odin telling you not to let them.

You once ate while Thor and Odin were arguing in his study - was very awkward and very tense, 10/10 do not recommend doing it again but you likely will.

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AN: I started this at 4am and somehow only finished it at 6 - DJSKJSKD ENJOY ❤️

[takusan-no-ai]

Sudden Disappearance

PAIRING: Kratos/Odin/Heimdall/Thor/Baldur x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Their wife, (Y/N), is kidnapped. One day, she returns after victoriously defeating her captor.

Kratos goes into a panic when he can’t find you. He feels so many emotions all at once. He can’t focus on anything now that you’re missing.

A part of him wonders if you left him, but he tries not to focus on it; he knows you and doesn’t want to think negatively of you.

He’ll travel through every realm to find you, asking others of your whereabouts. Any leads towards a missing woman were all met with a dead end.

When you return Kratos embraces you tightly. After hearing about your experience he urges you to train more with him. Just in case this happens again, but your kidnapper happens to be stronger.

At first Odin thinks you’re just out exploring for some days. Days turn into weeks and when he can’t see you from the eyes of his ravens he begins to panic.

If Baldur is still alive then he’ll send him out to find you. Otherwise Odin will look for you himself, which is fairly quick considering his powers. Heimdall would tell him to reconsider going for you himself, saying it could be a trap to lure him in.

Odin would refute that, saying “She’s my wife. If I don’t go to look for her myself then who will? Baldur’s dead and I need you here in Asgard! Thor is useless in situations like this!”

When you return Odin demands to know what happened to you, and places a punishment worse than death on the culprit. He later creates a raven similar to Huginn and Muninn specifically for keeping an eye on you.

Heimdall knows you, and so once he suspects you’ve been abducted, he sticks to it. Never faltering to think that you left him. He is furious at the abductor and himself; he should have seen it coming, and yet he didn’t.

Will tell Odin of what has happened and that he wishes to look for you himself, however he is denied so as the Watchmen of the Aesir. Nobody likes him, and by being his wife, you, so he can’t convince anyone to look for you.

Heimdall will sneak out of Asgard and search for you against Odin’s command. He may love Asgard, but he loves you even more.

You’ll meet up halfway with Heimdall if he follows the right tracks to find you, which he likely will. If your captor isn’t already dead, then Heimdall will make sure he is.

Thor becomes paranoid when you don’t come back by night. He can’t sleep, and his thoughts start to wander. He worries that he might’ve done something wrong, he thinks you left him. He may even relapse into drinking.

Thrúd will comfort and knock some sense into her father, which sets him on the path for finding you. He does still worry that you may be dead, or left him for someone better.

Thor knows he’s hasn’t always been the best husband to you. But, you’re his wife. You’ve been married to this man for years and he’s not about to give up on you over paranoia.

When you return to Asgard Thor will hug you so tight your back may crack. He’s incredibly proud of you for defending yourself, but he will definitely become more protective of you. You’ll probably also start training with Thrúd.

Baldur is enraged by your kidnapping, but he’s confident that he will find you. Baldur also knows of your fighting capabilities, so he’s not too worried about your predicament.

He will find you. Just as you’re leaving from your kidnapper’s hideout Baldur lands before you with his dragon.

When both of you return home, Baldur makes it clear that nobody tries to harm his wife. He will personally antagonize anyone that even looks at you wrongly afterwards, secretly fearing the worst.

- Fin

[heimdalls-cheese]

Freyr: Sooo... Kratos. You're lookin kinda fine today.

Kratos: I'm dating with your sister.

Freyr: damnit! 😭😭😭

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Freyr: Lunda you have to stop flirting with people-

Lunda: Dammnnn. Are you a forge? Because you're smokin hot!

Freyr: At least I tried

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Freya: So are you interested in anyone these days? Is there someone special?

Freyr, sarcasticly and maybe angry: I WAS PLANNING ON DATING WITH KRATOS BUT NOOO YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE HIM FROM ME. LIKE YOU DID WITH ODIN.

Freya:YOU LIKED ODIN?!

Freyr, shyly:... His female form.

Freya:For gods sake...

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Odin: Heimdall died?

Atreus: GG

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Freya: Hey mimir,

Mimir: yes my lady?

Freya:...

Mimir: uhh my lady?

Freya:...

Mimir: Freya?

Freya:....

Kratos: She's trying to annoy you.

Mimir: *GASP* HOW DARE YOU.

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pick one pick fav.

heimdall x reader, & kratos x reader

× explanation: so, today (or tomorrow I don't know when I published this) is my birthday and I wanted to make a little and special thing for it. I created this little game in which anons picked characters and an option from three (headcanon, icon/wallpaper, and imagine) for me to write or edit and three of them were about god of war characters; heimdall and kratos. so, here we are! please enjoy!

|| heimdall

warning!: mature content. do not read if you are a minor! touching, pet names, sub!heimdall vibes, heimdall being a lapdog, bossy!reader, explicit language.

note: I saw an art of heimdall, him having a necklace that has lapdog name on it, and I imagined how a goddess would have that necklace. so that art is my inspiration for this image. thanks to its owner! and why the air become so hotter - oh, right - because of this imagination ^^

imagine...

• odin wants you to give him a protection from dangers such as specific figures like freya, and mimir. you, as a powerful goddess, decided not to help him because of thinking his motives weren't enough to make you give him a special protection. however, this deal changed when he saw how your eyes traveled the asgard's one of the biggest garden but stopped where heimdall stood. he was sitting on a beast with his one leg hanging out from one side and other one resting on the beast, giving a cocky posture even from this distant. he was making some jokes about how einherjars couldn't fight good, telling them how they weren't ready to get odin's bless, gaining power of bifrost. odin saw how you studied his right hand man, son. you were liking heimdall. odin was a wise god and from the shiny starts in your eyes, he could tell how you wanted to give heimdall a good punishment. odin could give you warning about it, not allowing you to think like this about his son, right hand man but he didn't. instead, he gave you a smile, saying he can give you heimdall as company for a month if you accept the deal.

• you firstly try to look like you had no idea about it at all but itching to give this cocky son of odin makes you to accept his offer after a long time of pause, thinking it's consequences; taking heimdall will give you just pure satisfaction, nothing else. but this one was an enough to take the offer. so, you said yes eventually, going back to your realm and castle with your all glory, waiting odin to send heimdall.

•  the moment he visited the realm, you could see that he wasn't happy, not in slightest. he was so mad, he was feeling so humiliated. being lapdog of odin made him to do every order he give. this one might be the most humiliated one he got, being your own toy to play. you had no bad intentions, well, not that much. you just wanted to know his place, not looking others from above.

• as he made his way to your personal study room, still looking so angry, he said, "who do you think you are sunshine? and what made you think I will be your toy for a month? I am heimdall, I am the protector of -", not letting him finish his sentence you say, "and when did I give you permission to speak, heimdall?".

• and this was the start of your relationship with him; him being cocky and angry because of your attitude to him, and you enjoying every time you are with him.

• in the beginning, you two didn't get along at all. he was feeling so humiliated to being your now right hand man because even if he was like your right hand man, you wanted him to do a little thing. instead giving him jobs, you just had spent time with him, looking at his eyes, making him to feel hot (yes, this couldn't escape from the sight of you. how it could? his pink cheeks were there, looking so cute). also, with time, he has began to feel more secure around you, like he was enjoying this whole thing too. he wasn't giving opposite statements to your wishes. he began to listen you more and more with time.

• wishes, you wanted him to do, were simple. sometimes your wish was taking a massage, making him touch your body. he felt so shy firstly, then, he began to do that with his own wanting. sometimes you just wanted him to tell stories about other realms, the things he saw, the things he heard. you listened all of them with intense love because you enjoyed hearing his voice.

• apart from his cocky behavior, he was really a broken soul. the first time you asked him to open up his memories to you, telling what he likes or dislikes, what a person he really is, he looked like you were an enemy, taking advantage of his memories to attack odin or him. however, he knew it wasn't right, he could see your intentions. then, with using his brain as you recommended again and again, he realized you just wanted his company.

• yes, in the first place your all purpose of wanting him was to show how arrogant and annoying he was. you wanted to show him how someone powerful than him could make him a lapdog, someone who would make him feel humiliated the way how he did for others. and yes, you did those well. every day, and every night, you joked about his disability in fighting, thinking and acting. you showed him how he needed a well training for both his strength and personality.

• in the end, this whole thing turned out to be something he enjoyed too. he began to train. he really began to train; firstly, with a hidden way, not wanting you to feel proud of your jokes. then, he began to train with you. every time you trained, there was something intense about it. the fight was normal, just a training but the feelings were odd. you both began to feel intensity again and again. and in the last training, the one you two stayed in a special training room all alone with some swords and other supplies, you sat down on his abdomen, him being on the ground, a sword's surface right on his neck from left to right, alerting him to hold your hand on the sword to prevent it to cut his flesh. on the other hand, you just looked at him.

• you looked at him for a really long time and he began to wonder what you were thinking. and then, when he looked into your eyes, reaching your soul from there, he saw it. he saw what you wanted to do to him and - and he liked it. he wanted it. he wanted you to make him those things, without questioning anything at all because his body already began to act on its own.

• the moment he moved his hips, you felt his hardened cock on your clothed core, making you begin to taking rapid breaths, feeling so shocked, you said, "what are you doing?"

• he smirked, looking a little shy but confident at the same time. his purple eyes were moving too fast to make you feel dizzy. "isn't this what you want sunshine?"

• as you realized what he was talking about, it was your turn to smirk, "indeed, it is. but is it what you want, sunshine?" mocking him made his cock twitch. he hesitated for a second but then, he just nodded in agreement.

• after that, remaining time you had with heimdall began to flow so fast. it wasn't just joking with him around. he was taking a special place in your heart, soul and body. especially, body. because of being a powerful goddess, you wanted him to beg you. and indeed, he did. in so many nights he was nearly begging to you, wanting you to allow him to eat you, filling you, and fucking you. he wasn't submissive at all, to his statement, he was just feeling so hot when you were in charge to allow him things he wanted to do to you.

•  with a great passion, you allowed him to do them but sometimes you just played with him, saying, "tell me heimdall, do you deserve it?" touching his delicate face, playing with his hair while he was kneeling in front of you with shining purple eyes, ready to eat your pussy, making you come to his face and mouth, licking every bit of it, you looked wonderful to him. he would nod every time, saying you how he would eat you so good that you would see starts. and every time, he made those promises come true.

• he was touching every part of your body within your soul. he was being humiliated still, but this time, you were allowing him to enter your bed. and he was feeling so good about the whole situation. he didn't know how you made him feel these things but he didn't complain. he just waited there, for your answer, for you letting him.

• other people from realm didn't know anything about your relationship with heimdall, not even all father. it was a secret, everything you did was a secret for you to hold for an eternity.

• heimdall, he was the only one who was giving you so much pleasure in or out bed. especially in bed. he was skilled, he was good a reading you, and with his mind reading ability, he could see what you wanted him to do.

• placing his head between your thighs, eating your pussy, looking at you with his purple eyes to see how you enjoyed it, enjoyed his tongue and fingers. he loved how you held his hair, pulling it, telling him how a good and pretty boy he is. he loved every bit of it. then, he would drink juice, enjoying tasting you. he then would begin to beg you to enter, to fill that pussy of your, looking all wet because of only him. he would look above, your naught and bossy face, saying "please, let me."

• holding his necklace that you gave, pulling his face closer to yours, you would tell him to do better than this. asking him if he deserved it or not. he would begin to give reasons to you how you would feel so satisfied after you let him to go further.

• the moment you let him, he would really do things as he promised, fucking you against a wall, a bed or a table. listening every voice you made, doing every order your gave him to do, and finally when he is close, finding pure lust because of you. you would give him permission to cum inside you after his cries, "please - y/n," he would say, "let me. let me fill you!"

• you would caress his face, smiling, "then cum my pretty boy, fill me up."

• and with a moan, he would come.

• these intimacy moments were coming to an end, making you have these moments as much as possible, not wanting to waste any time.

• and then, the day he had to go back came. actually, you were feeling sad but happy at the same time. he was going back, yes, but from his eyes, you could see how he would come back to this realm, to you.

• so, you gave him a smile, kissing his lips for a moment. then, you held his necklace which was only visible to your eyes, pulling him closer, kneeling to his ears, "don't worry my pretty boy." you said in a low tone, only him to hear, "you will be on your knees again, begging to eat me."

• you could see how he wanted to stay but in the end, he left, looking back to you 'till disappearing from your sight. he only left you to come back again. and when he came back, you gave him a new necklace which had 'my pretty boy' name on it.

|| kratos [1]

warnings!: fluff, lots of fluff. Between gow: 4 and ragnarok.

note: he needs so much love.

imagine...

· you are the only one who can calm down kratos.

· kratos, famous god of war, can get angry or mad so easily. everything can irritate him. especially his son, atreus. mimir, also, make him annoyed because of his silly jokes.

· being beloved lover of him, you are the one responsible for calming this huge masculine god in order to help mimir and atreus escape from his rage, and helping kratos to feel secure.

· he normally doesn’t show his anger that much. he doesn’t go to your place, wants you to take care of him. Instead telling you he is angry or mad, he just go hunting. and when he does that, you, the one who trully understand him and share a bond with him, go to where he is hunting, waiting for him to notice you and acknowledge your presence. then, without saying anything, he just nods at you. getting the gesture of nods’ meaning, you walk towards him, finding a clear ground to sit on. then, you wait for him to sit beside you.

· no, he is not a type of showing any need for affection but you knew from the heart that he needs it, he deserves it. he deserves all love and affection. the man has a great pain under his skin and you promised to yourself that you will give him what he deserves.

· after sitting side by side, you begin to touch his strong arm, pointing him your legs in the fetal position for him to put his head on. slowly, he put his head on your not too powerful but not too weak legs, not giving his entire weight on them. he allow you to touch his face, his chest, his arms; whatever you like to touch, to make him feel calmer and better. while touching his skin, gracefully like a drizzle gently coursing through the body, you begin to murmur a traditional tale from your realm; a tale that has a powerful but broken man like kratos. you tell him the story, how the man find true peace and love in the end. you make him close his eyes as you murmur the tale and touching his body from head to abdomen slowly, delicately.

· he then opens his eyes to see your face full with beauty he didn’t see in entire realms (including his past ones). he looks so peaceful, because he really feels peace thanks to your presence. then, finally, he touches your face with a hand with the warmest and safest skin in the world, even though it's full of roughness and cold. he caresses your hair, kisses shoulder, then neck, then every corner of your face, making you question if the man is god of war or love. for you, he is both.

· finally, after your long moment of calming down and finding peace within love in each other’s company, he stand ups, offering his larger hand to you, helping you to stand up too. he wants to walk with you, finding it joyful to discover the realms beside your side. feeling safe and happy to be in his side, you take his offer with pleasure.

· while discovering the realm, he makes sure no danger will come closer to you. he knows how you can keep yourself safe but when he is around, when he is with you, you don’t need to think about it at all. he wants you to think about only him. he likes being your the only one in entire realms even if he will not say it aloud.

· he gives you his back to climb higher points, he gives you fresh food and water, he gives you so many gazes from corner of his eyes or evidently with a great love on them, making you feel the luckiest person of all realms. he gives you his heart and soul. in return, he doesn’t want anything but you – you give him everything. because he deserves all of it.

· as you make your way to home, where atreus and mimir stays, you both feel grateful. you both feel being loved entirely, with pure intentions. and this is why you love being kratos’ calming potion.

|| kratos [2]

warnings!: fluff, angst (a little bit), odin being a manipulator, mortal!reader, protective!kratos

headcanon

• odin, all father, and enemy of kratos, wants to take you from him by using his manipulation techniques. he tries it over and over again, making kratos take an action about it.

•  you are a mortal, but because of being weakness spot of kratos in odin’s eyes, you become the target of his plan. however, you are not kratos’ weakness at all, you are his strength. he trusts you. he gains power thanks to your trust in him too.

• when odin visits you again, expecting you to wash clothes in a lake, he just sees kratos’ himself, standing right in front of you with his huge body, preventing odin to see you at all.

• you don’t mind them, letting kratos having his way to deal with odin. having no intentions betray kratos or make him disappointed, you refuse odin’s heart warming and good deals, not wanting to be part of this whole situation. you just want to protect atreus and kratos even if you has no power because of being a mortal.

• kratos let odin speak first while you wash fruits and vegetables in clean water of the lake to prepare a dinner for kratos, atreus, mimir and yourself.

• “oh, kratos!” odin says, acting like he is happy to see kratos, “how good to see you!”

• kratos just ‘hmm’s like always and you find it cute, trying not to smile to him.

• odin continues, “I just wanted to speak young lady here, as a friend.” he looks at you. you don’t look him back, you just pick food and stand up. saying you will go and prepare dinner to kratos, you leave them alone. Knowing very well that kratos will not want you to hear what he will say to odin, you decide to give him alone moment with odin. while leaving, you look at odin who waits for you to leave as well, wishing it will be the last time seeing his face.

• the moment you leave them, kratos says, “leave her alone.”

• odin looks taken back from it, touching his chest like kratos said something so mean, “no, no, kratos. I have no bad intentions. I am just here to give this young lady a friendly visit as I said before. can she not have a friend other than you?”

• kratos keeps his calm, “you are not a friend of her. I will not repeat myself.”

• “well, you see,” odin tries to say but kratos now increasing anger stops him to speak any further, “I said what I said.”

• kratos then picks up woods he cut for the fire, positioning it on his left shoulder, he begin to leave odin alone, not glancing him once more. he believes he said enough but no, odin doesn’t agree.

• “a mortal?” he asks, “do you really think a god and a mortal can be a – thing?”

• kratos knows him well enough to see how he tries to manipulate him, using your limited time to play with his mind, holding his biggest pain in the light, right in front of his eyes.

• “believing this bond you share will not last will bring you pain kratos.” he says again, walking closer to kratos, while one of the ravens he has lands on his shoulder, “she will die. maybe now, maybe later. but eventually, she will die, on your arms.” he adds, “I can fix that. I can give her an eternal life to spend it with you, kratos.”

• kratos is not angry. he is just feeling a great pain in his chest. he doesn’t want to leave you, he doesn’t want you to leave him. he is selfish yes, but he is in love, that’s all. he knows how odin says the truth. however, he will not give him any satisfaction. he will not accept his offer. he will not take your freedom from you even if he will feel so much pain.

• “then, I will spend my time with her rather than listening your non-sense.”

• after finishing his sentence, he leaves odin. as he makes his way to where you cook dinner, odin disappears by leaving raven’s flapping of wings’ sounds.

• when you see kratos, you don’t ask him what they talked, what odin said to him. you know how he will not tell and you respect that, so, you just let him put the wood a side, then, you hug him with your smaller body. your hands find their places on his neck, standing on tiptoe, you say, “it’s okay.” kissing his cheek, you left his body as his arms leave your waist slowly. you take his hand, “come,” you smile, “I prepared a beautiful dinner for you!”

• yes, one day, you will day. but in the rest of his life, kratos will remember the moments you had together over and over again. you will leave the world but not his soul.

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[deadvilesworld]

The sad thing about Odin when it comes to his kids is that he can be better. Rewatch the cutscenes between Odin and Atreus. Look at how fatherly and open he was with him and how coldly Odin dismisses his children like they were nothing to him. If anything this tells me that Odin has the ability to be a good or at the very least a decent father to his children. He just chooses not to.

[bewitchedleague]

Kratos, Thor and Odin realizing their feelings for you.

a/n; we start with the first time they, oh so sadly, realized they loved you. sometimes... a God loving someone is nothing but a curse for them.

Kratos

    Kratos would first have no idea of his own emotions. Brushing it off simply because you were traveling with him and Atreus cared for you, which led to him also caring for you. The moment he saw you become hurt for the first time, when he realized you had to rest, and when he felt his heart constrict at the prospect of losing you, he realized what was happening. No, this is not possible. He would be bewildered by his emotions. There was no time in Kratos' life for romance or temptations because he had left that life behind and he would not give in to any desires. He also had to take care of his kid. However, watching you faintly grin at him and advise him to part ways so you wouldn't slow them down on their exploration let him forget all of his fears. It was just... an act of compassion to thank you for everything you'd done for him and his son. He couldn't, wouldn't, leave you to take care of yourself if you were hurt and alone. While out hunting, Atreus would casually touch the matter with his father, shyly expressing his admiration for you as a mother and as a person. Kratos would nod slowly, being careful not to say how he really felt for you, much to Atreus' displeasure. How could he learn to open his heart to love once more when all he allowed himself to indulge in was a gentle touch on your cheek while you were asleep?

Thor

    There must be a joke here. Thor noted that he could feel his own body betray him when you complimented him, sending blood racing to his cheeks and his heart skipping a beat. In order for you to not notice any changes in his attitude, he made sure to maintain his composure and turned his face away from you. However, his atypical thank you, which he murmured very softly and almost in a whisper, revealed his entire play. He would overanalyze the scenario and conclude that you couldn't possibly be able to love someone as similar to him. He would even deceive himself into believing that you were merely being friendly if you ever flirted with him. If he told you "good job on your mission," wouldn't it appear like he was attempting to persuade you into a relationship? He is continuously on edge whenever he sees you and is wary of saying or doing anything that might put you on edge because of his new, developing affections. Wouldn't it appear as though he was attempting to seduce you if he complemented your appearance? To name a few of his thoughts in those circumstances. Little does he realize how much you genuinely adore him; he gives you a yearning glance from a distance and apologizes right away if you ever catch him gazing.

Odin

     Odin experienced fear for the first time in a very long time when he first understood he was in love with you. He despised the unexpected, thus he didn't want this emotion to start developing within of him. He avoided you for a long time, sending you on pointless missions to keep you away from him in the hopes that whatever feelings he had for you would eventually fade away. Persistent feeling, he cursed at himself. Although he could blame you, he didn't want you to face any consequences for what was clearly his responsibility. He wished he had someone to blame other than himself. Odin just couldn't help himself, your personality shined for him, you were like a oasis he had been waiting for all his deserted life - a breath of fresh air. He'd be damned if anyone found out about this, even so when he had so many enemies that were way more powerful than you. The thought would make him uneasy leading to a lack of sleep, making him even more frustrated with himself - how could he fall in love with you? He'd be living a torment inside his head, a conflicting fight between wanting to make you his and protect you from all or letting you go so you had no ties with a God like him. Would you grow apart if you knew he'd choose to be selfish and pursue you?

Do not copy or translate my works.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

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Heimdall gow x fém! Reader

hi all, this is a Heimdall x reader fic that I was inspired to write thanks to the very kind and talented @engardeitsme I want to thank you for reading my draft and encouraging me to share this with people.

synopsis: You are a little goddess of peace, alone for so long, fearing interacting with the outside world may just make things worse. odin hears of your existence and finds that you may be of use to him, but what will happen when he finds out that peace to you means freedom and fighting for what's right? what will he do as you, just a child, turn his allies against him? turn his son against him?

the reader will be a child for a few chapters, mute at times (spoilers) and the first few chapters will also be a back story before the events of Ragnorok, but we will get there as it is based on the game's plot! aka: Don't worry, there will be some adult pining as well, maybe smut??( idk what I'm doing) and you will see Atreus and Mimir, and Kratos and the rest of our found family.

please enjoy and let me know if you like this and want more because my plan is to write a pretty long story with multiple chapters and I enjoy positive enforcement :..)

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“Excuse me?” a timid voice whispered from the large wooden chest being hoisted between two winged warriors. The moonlight of Vaneheim shone through the keyhole, and YN could only guess the direction they were headed from her memory of the woods. She knocked on the inside of the box on the side of one of her captors. “E-excuse me?” she mumbled a bit louder, “ Um, where are we going? You shouldn’t take me too close to people. And I-it’s starting to feel a bit cramped in here-” A slam came from her left, cutting her off with a start and she held her breath.

“Shut your mouth, Serpent Tongue.” A voice of the Valkerie on her left boomed. YN sighed through her nose and sat silently, her little fingers squeezing into fists and resting on her thighs as she curled up tighter into the cramped chest. Her heart shuttered the farther they got away from her camp, and she could only hope that wherever she was going, she would be able to talk her way out of it and go back to solitude. It was best that way.

Suddenly, the marching of the two Valkeries stopped, and the rushing sound of wind and the screeching of ravens rang in YN’s ears. 

The chest rattled, and sweeping darkness fluttered over the moon’s light streaming through the keyhole. YN shut her eyes tightly, covering her ears as the screeching and wings got louder and louder until suddenly there was silence. Not eery, or deafening, but somehow suddenly calm and warm. YN slowly uncovered her ears, willing her eyes to open even slightly. A warm stream of candlelight and the sweet smell of juniper berries and oak came from the keyhole. She slowly rolled onto her knees and peeked out to see where she had been taken. The room was vast and stacked from floor to ceiling with books. Scrolls lay sprawled across a large wooden desk, and she could hear a fire crackling to the left. The screeching of a chair’s legs against the wood floor took her attention, and as she tried to peek at who it was, she gasped; the chest being dropped about a foot onto the floor.

“All-father,” the Valkyries stood rigidly at attention, “We have captured the girl, as requested.” The bottom half of a blue robe, embroidered in intricate golden threads and beading was all YN could see come into view and she swallowed thickly as he stood only a few feet from where she was. 

“Wha- she’s in there? The poor thing must be terrified, let her out at once!” He commanded, knocking on the top of the chest, “ I’m so sorry, dear child!” Odin apologized as the Valkyrie on the right unlocked the chest and both Valkyries lifted the top open. Inside, YN winced at the sudden flood of light and hid her face in her hands. Odin crouched down gently, resting his hands on the edge of the box. He waited patiently for the little girl to raise her head, peeking slightly at the man who just smiled down at her. “ I’m so sorry, child. I sent my valkyries because I knew they could be trusted with bringing you here unharmed, but I suppose I forgot to explain that you were to be treated as a guest,” he glared at one, “and not a suspect.” he glared at the other. They stayed unmoving, staring straight ahead. He sighed and turned his attention back to the little girl in the chest. “ You are here now, though, and you are safe now.” He said finally, reaching out a hand for her to grab. She stared at him for a moment and down at his hand, before slowly grabbing it and allowing him to help her from the chest. 

“Thank you…” she whispered finally as she got her footing on the wood floor. She still couldn’t look away from their hands as she spoke again. “Am I… in trouble? I apologize if I’ve done anything to upset you.” she froze at the sudden booming laughter of the man in front of her.

“ Trouble? Of course not, sweet girl. But you are very well-spoken, may I just say!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“ You may call me All-Father.” he offered with a pat on her hand. She nodded apprehensively but responded in any case.

“Thank you, All-Father. You may call me YN,” she said instead, bowing a bit lower. Odin tutted and tucked a finder under the girl's chin, making their eyes meet. 

“ Now, now. None of that.” he stood tall and with a wave of his hand, the Valkeries dismissed themselves, and YN and Odin were left alone in his study. Odin turned to walk back behind his desk and took a seat, ushering the girl to sit in front of him. She obliged, crawling onto the large chair and letting her feet dangle off the floor, barely able to see Odin over the desk. The man chuckled softly and leaned in closer, resting his elbows on a stack of scrolls. “Do you know why you’re here, YN?”

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, sir. But I hope I can help in some way, so that I may return home. It is best you keep me away from others.” Odin chuckled again, pointing at her. 

“That. That’s why—quite the negotiator. You are very well-spoken, YN, and you are so small. Did your family teach you such good manners?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.

“No sir, my family passed away long ago, I’ve been on my own for a bit now.”

“Hm… and how long is a bit?” 

“ 3 years in the spring, sir,” she said a bit too quickly. She had been counting every day she had been alone since she could remember. She was truly just a tot when it happened. Only remembering the screams and the flame of her village burning to the ground. She remembered sobbing over her mother’s corpse and promising to never let any needless bloodshed happen again. She didn’t realize her grief was so strong it had cursed her with immortality and the responsibility to hold up her end of the bargain. And though she tried her best to learn and meditate, no one took a little girl asking them to stop fighting seriously. Godly rage in the hands of an emotional child caused more harm than good, turning entire civilizations into mindless drones. No bloodshed, but no soul either. She went into hiding soon after, thinking it better for people to fight for what they believed in, rather than being complacent.

“And you don’t look a day over 12 years.” Odin broke her out of deep thought and she only nodded.

“My… aging has slowed since my family has passed...” She spoke slowly, starting to understand the circumstances.”... you know who I am, don’t you, sir? What I am…” She simply watched as Odin stroked his beard, seeming to ponder what to say next. 

“ I do…you are the young goddess of logic, strategy, protection…peace. You seek nothing but peace… And do you know who I am?” He questioned. YN paused for a moment, looking around the room before meeting his gaze once again, “ You are someone important… but I do not know beyond that, I am sorry…” Odin nodded again.

“ I am Odin, the All-Father. Kind of the Asir Gods. it is my job to protect Asgard and the rest of the 9 realms.” 

“Odin…” The girl let the name linger on her tongue and realization made her go ridged. “Yes… Yes, I have heard of Odin… are we in Asgard? I thought it wasn’t allowed for people like me.”Odin laughed at this, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yes for our protection I have closed us off from the other realms. But you are a guest. You’ve been alone for a long time.” He stated. 

“Yes, sir. I know nothing much outside of Vaneheim, and I have spent little time talking to people enough to understand what is happening in the realms. The easiest way to keep peace for me… is to keep space…”

“Mmh…” he hummed, hinting he wanted some elaboration. The girl nodded and continued,

“ I have found that when I speak… when I speak with people and I’m not careful… they become, uhm… empty?” she tried the word on her tongue, “they don’t act the same. Like ghosts just passing by each other. There is no war or hunger… but there is also no life…” she explained, starting to lose her train of thought. “I just don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispers finally. Odin nods and straightens himself to look down at YN.

“ I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while, dear child. You seemed so alone, it was heartbreaking…Are you lonely?”

“Yes.” She spoke, without hesitation, not even quite realizing her own words until they rang in her ears. She stiffened in realization, but slowly relaxed into her seat, fidgeting with her hands. “Yes, I am…I don’t run into people much… and Skoll and Hati are a great company, but I miss… I miss my family…” she all but whispered at last, her lip quivering as she came to the realization this was the longest conversation she’s had in nearly 50 years. A blink of an eye in her immortal life, but long and unbearable just the same. She was, after all, only a child. Odin took a moment to listen and let the girl sit in silence before standing up slowly and walking up to her before crouching at her side. 

“ I have been watching over you… and how deeply you care for every breathing creature around you so much that you find the strength to stay away is something deeply admirable. You are a very powerful, YN. And I think if you stayed here with me… I would be able to help you use your power to help Asgard build strong connections with all the realms, to create peace everywhere, without fear that you may be manipulating people with your words.”

YN looked up to meet Odin’s gaze and rubbed a tear welling up in her eye. The idea that she may be able to help so many people. May be able to stop needless bloodshed. And to do so without taking away people's free will. It made her heart thrum with hope for the first time in years. 

“You think you can teach me?” she asked softly, rubbing under her nose. Odin smiled, resting his withered hand on her head. “Teach me to help people? To help build relationships and… and keep their souls whole?”

“With my help?” Odin asked dramatically, “ Absolutely.” 

YN’s heart pumped fast in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from throwing her little arms around Odin’s neck, pressing her teary eyes into his shoulder. He stiffened, staring at the girl clinging to him, before relaxing with a chuckle and patting her back. She knew better than to trust strangers, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.

“We will talk more soon, but now it is late. Let me show you to your room, There is a hot meal waiting for you, and we don’t want it to get cold now, do we?” He held her at arm's length by the shoulders and helped her whip her tears with the end of his robe. She could only nod as she tried to subside her gently sobbing and Odin stood tall, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head to the upstairs level of the lodge. It was mostly quiet, with gentle murmurs coming from a room here or there. The candlelight felt so calming and YN took this moment to just take in the grandness of the lodge. 

“ It’s so big…” she whispered. Odin snickered and ruffled her hair.

“I suppose it is, isn’t it?” he stopped in front of a large oak door at the end of the hall with gold inlay and burnt carvings. He swung the door open to reveal and gently lit the room, Simple yes, but to YN? It was the picture of comfort. I fireplace in one corner, a large queen bed in the other piled with a stack of fine furs with a corner table. A bowl of stew steamed and being cooled by a light breeze flowing through the window. Finally, her eyes landed on two shelves, one full of books and one full of weapons.

“Weapons?” she looked at them quizzically. Odin simply nodded as he led her to her bed, pulling the small table closer so she could start eating. 

“ yes. You will be taught to hone your brains, but every Asgardian god must learn to fight. It’s an unfortunate precaution. But it’s because I care so deeply for my family.” YN, swallowing a piping mouthful and staring at Odin with eyes wide as dinner plates.

“Family… me?”

Odin just smiled in return leaning town to tuck a stray hair behind the girl’s ear and kissing the top of her head. 

“Get some rest, sweet girl.” With that, Odin walked to the door and bowed before taking his leave. As he shut the door and turned, he could see piercing pink eyes staring from the room across the way. “Heimdall?” he questioned, and was met by the embarrassed gasp of the little boy who had been caught red-handed. Odin sauntered over to the door and the door opened wider, revealing a young boy who looked about twelve, with a mop of golden blond hair and bright rosy sapphire eyes, freckles showing in the candlelight. The boy bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry, All father. I heard noises…different ones I mean.” He stated, not looking his father in the eyes. He seemed to wince now and then, as a barrage of noises and conversations pounded into his ears. Odin patted his head lightly and Heimdall looked up, trying not to show his nervousness. “Who is that girl?”

“A guest, Heimdall. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”

“A guest… do you think she can be trusted, All-father?” Heimdall looked nervously beyond his father’s figure, staring at the door and listening to what could be happening. There was the clinking of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl, the crackle of a dying fire, and a soft hum that seemed to soothe his trembling the more he focused on it. He looked back as his father chortled. 

“ I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. She can be of great use to us as a mediator, and she seems eager to help if it means she can learn her powers. But only time will tell.” Heimdall nodded, wringing his hands together nervously as he spoke up again.

“ Do you think… we could be friends, All-Father?”

“Friends? My boy, I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting too distracted. It would be best if you could read her mind and be done with it. If only you were improving faster.” He tsked and Heimdall lowered his head.

“And besides,” Odin continued, “ She will have her own studies to focus on.” Heimdall’s shoulders drooped at the answer and he nodded, meekly. Odin sighed, pinching his temple in slight annoyance before putting on another smile and resting a hand on his Son’s shoulder. “Listen… I will introduce you two, and maybe I can have you two do some combat training here or there. This will allow you the opportunity to learn more about her; do some intel work for me, hm? But you have a very important role to fulfill, Heimdall, I can’t let you lose sight of that. Alright?” Heimdall perked up slightly and nodded.

“Yes, All-father. Thank you, All-father. I promise I won’t get distracted,” he bowed deeply and retreated behind his bedroom door. “Good night, All-Father.”

Heimdall spun from the door, his little bare feet carrying him to his bed where he tucked himself into his furs. He would learn more about the girl with the soft voice tomorrow. 

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YN woke to the sound of bustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, listening to the heavy footfalls of leather boots and the clatter of daggers and axes dangling off belts. She took in the noise of people talking and shouting down the hall, the sound of sparing outside her window, and what sounded like staff calling out to each other while running errands. She rubbed her tired eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and flopped deeper into the furs, opening her eyes to look at the ceiling. The more she listened, the more it made her nervous; the thought she was so close to so many people. Her lips pressed tight, she sighed through her nose to ease her nerves. 

“ Just don’t try to fix anything…” She mumbled to herself. She didn’t know where she was and how long she would be here, and though Odin had been welcoming and explained that being locked in the chest was a gross misunderstanding, she couldn’t shake a feeling of unnerve hidden under the warmth she felt being in a soft bed and being fed kind words. She learned long ago to never trust first impressions, but being paranoid wouldn’t help either. She felt her body start to shiver but caught herself, frowning and smacking her cheeks lightly to knock out the nerves. “Everything will be fine.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Ah!” she yelped and sprang up from her bed to see a maid had made herself comfortable in YN’s room. The maid paid no mind to the girl’s scream, simply walking over to the window to open it, letting a cool breeze in.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up. Goodness, I only checked five different times this morning! The whole lodge is awake now and you are supposed to be at the training grounds in 30 minutes!” She was an older woman; round and soft with a simple dress that skated across the floor and a tattered apron covered in what looked like coffee stains and dust. She had rough brown hair with lightened streaks that showed her age. Crow's feet pulled at the corners of her eyes and she had permanent worry marks on her forehead. Despite that and her fast pace, she gave off a comforting aura that made YN feel safe. She hustled about, grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers from a wooden cabinet, she set them on the bed and the girl's feet. “My name is Maliorn; you can call me Mal, Do not call me “maid” or I will smack you,” she warned. “Quickly now, grab these and come with me. I need to get you in the bath and dressed in 20 minutes.”

“Oh, ok, but-whoa!” The maid ushered her out of the hall and pushed her towards a grand bathroom. “W-wait I’m sorry I don’t understand can I at least-” YN yelped as she was shoved yet again.

“No time, we are far too behind for questions. Hurry, hurry, hurry!” YN felt eyes around staring at her, most likely because she was an unfamiliar face being corralled into a bath and trying and failing to get a word in. Before the maid slammed the door, YN saw bright pink eyes stare back into hers, the boy’s shoulders shaking in laughter at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t do much but hide her face in her clothes. Mal huffed as YN simply froze and ushered her to the bath. “None of that now. I wouldn’t have to rush you if you had just woken up earlier. Clothes off please.” 

“I didn’t know I needed to, I’ve never had a schedule before,” YN explained, pulling her nightshirt off over her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Just Mal, dear,” Mal stated, picking YN up from under her arms and dropping her into the bath. YN gasped, shivering and trying to crawl out before Mal pushed her back and poured a pitcher of ice-cold water onto her head, grabbing shampoo.

“It’s f-freezing!” YN whined, shaking like a leaf as Mal pulled her sopping hair from her face and scrubbed any grime from it. 

“Tch, well it would have been warm if you were awake when I drew it.” Mal teased with a smile, pouring another pitcher of water to wash the suds out. After a more thorough scrub down than YN would have liked, Mal pulled her out of the bath, tossing her a soft towel. “Hurry and get dressed. If you are quick you may be able to grab some bread from the great hall before I take you to the training grounds. Do NOT,” mal pointed a finger at the girls forehead “ go to the great hall alone. Find me and I will get you something to eat.” With that, Mal slipped out of the room, most likely to run off and take care of her other duties while she waited for YN to get dressed. The girl finally took the first deep breath since she woke up and pulled on her black trousers and green tunic, tying in the back around her waist to stop any bunching. She used leather straps to tighten the cloth of her shirt to her wrists, as well as her trousers around her ankles. She wrapped a final piece around her hair into a ponytail and ran off to try and find Mal. 

YN ended up wandering into the great hall, The smell of fresh bread and lingonberry jam, sausage and lamb roast, porridge and honey, and even sweet almond cakes made her mouth water. She followed it to a main table, crowded by people nearly stacked on top of each other. Warriors in the morning were desperate to eat their fill before going off to train, and as a result, there were stronger warriors at the forefront hoarding food while others pushed against the table to grab at anything they could find. This caused fresh loaves, cakes, butter, and jam jars to topple off the table in a waste, causing more problems of ‘I was going to eat that!’ and ‘You owe me a new pair of boots, worm!’. 

YN was able to dissect the entire situation and how it could be fixed, but shook her head. ‘No’ she thought ‘I can’t intervene on my first day. I just need to grab something and leave.’ With that, YN tried her best to squeeze between the crowds of people swarming the table to get some food. She huffed and tried again to move past the large lumbering bodies, her heart beating faster as the crowd’s shouting made her lose her bearings. She started to panic at the yelling and lack of space and gasped as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked to the side. 

“Oy, I’m not done yet, vermin.” A man sneered down at her, his face caked in the oils of sausage links and jam. He spoke with his mouth full, sputtering food, and cackled as YN whipped her face from flying crumbs before turning back to his food. YN scowled, feeling something primal bubble up deep inside her. Letting her frustration get the better of her, YN took a deep breath before tugging on the leg of the einherjar who had grabbed her not a moment ago. He whipped around at her, snarling in annoyance. 

“What do you want, you little rat?” the man sneered. YN blinked her big eyes and smiled up shyly at the hulk of a man.

“I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m having some trouble getting to the food table. Don’t you think it would be better if everyone simply took turns grabbing what they needed and then taking a seat?” Her voice seemed to echo and carry through the great hall like a song, and the shouting and clamoring started to quiet as people listened to her “suggestion”. The man in front of YN seemed to get clouded vision as he nodded slowly, his features relaxing as he finally swallowed his food and moved to the side so she could get to the table, others following suit, humming in agreement at the suggestion. The girl smiled and grabbed a loaf of warm bread, breaking it open and watching the steam ripple from the inside. She hummed as she slathered it with butter and jam and folded it back closed. Turning back, she bowed slightly at the crowd slowly surrounding her.

“Thank you, now I will take my leave and let someone else go. See? Isn’t that much better?” the girl asked with a smile, going to suck some jam off her thumb. 

“Yes… You are right. So sorry, goddess…” She froze at the title, her thumb still in her mouth. She quickly popped it out and shook her head. ‘I did it again…’ she thought in a panic. YN swallowed thickly and waved her hands in the air. 

“N-nevermind! It was a dumb idea, do what you want!” In a split second everyone seemed to regain their senses. The warrior she had spoken to blinked back his foggy haze and focused back down at her, glaring. 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done eating yet, you little runt!” She gasped as he reached out his arm to snatch at her, and yelped when she was suddenly pulled by her scruff from the crowd. She was all but dragged outside and whipped around to a panicked Mal, who grabbed her face and scanned her body.

“My goodness, are you alright?!” Mal sighed as the girl nodded and then put on a scowl. “I thought I told you to come find me. The great hall is no place for you to be going alone, they’re all animals in there. ESPECIALLY in the mornings! The bunch of heathens.” Mal scolded YN until she noticed the girl's shy form looking meakly down at her bread. She sighed and patted her head before putting a hand on her back and leading her towards the training ground. “Now now, no use crying over spilled milk. I’m glad you got something to eat, you’ll need it. Hurry and wolf that down while you can.” YN nodded and took a bite of her breakfast, humming at the soft texture of the bread and sweet jam. She looked towards the training grounds and focused on a small boy, about her age. His golden hair shimmered in the morning sun as he moved swiftly against his opponent, a large lumbering man with fiery red hair. The boy turned, feeling YN’s eyes on him, scowled as he met her gaze. The girl frowned in return. ‘What’s his problem?’ she thought, suddenly feeling anxious at having to interact with someone who held such obvious disdain on his face.

 Heimdall clicked his tongue as he focused more on her, trying to hear her thoughts, but couldn’t focus when they were so far apart. He didn’t pay enough attention to dodge a blow to the back of the head from the man he was sparing.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, glaring up at his brother, “ Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he snapped. The young man rolled his eyes, tossing his hammer lazily in his hand. He was nearly seven feet tall and still growing. His hair was tied back in two braids and a bun, and the scruff of his beard was just long enough for a single short braid.

“Pay attention, brat. I have more important things to do than teach you how to swing a sword around. The least you could do is pay attention,” he looked down at Heimdall and smirked, “and stop making it so obvious you’re trying to read minds. It’s pathetic.” Heimdall gritted his teeth.

“I’m already more useful than you, Thor. All you’re good for is throwing your weight around!” he snapped back. Thor stopped tossing his hammer and instead harshly held it under his brother’s chin, making him strain to look up at him. 

“Better than being a sniveling little monster who can’t even use his gifts without sobbing like a baby. Should I tell All-Father about a few nights back? When you wept for hours because “it was just too loud to sleep~” Thor made a mocking whimper as he impersonated Heimdall and his last episode. Heimdall shivered at the mention of the All-Father and what he would do if he found out Heimdall had been crying from the voices in his head again. Thor continued, “At least I do what I was made for. I can fight, and you can barely do that.”

“Yes, I can!”

“Oh yeah?” Thor looked over at the girl coming closer to the training ground. Odin had already told him he was going to be given another brat to babysit and was dreading it until now. He smirked as he looked back down at Heimdall. “That little runt has probably never fought in her life. I bet you can’t even beat her.” Heimdall looked back towards the girl and then up at his brother.

“Is that a wager?” he smirked. Thor snorted.

“Sure. if you can best her, I’ll tell Father you’ve been improving much faster these past few days. If you can’t beat her, then…” Thor strokes his beard as he ponders a punishment then shrugs, “I’ll tell the All-Father about your most recent tantrum.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“You can’t be serious!”Thor simply stood straight and crossed his arms.

“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it-”

“Of course, I can!” the boy snapped, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thor snickered and held out his hand. 

“It's a bet then.” Heimdall scowled and put his little hand in his brother's. He wasn’t going to lose to some little girl from who knows where. He was an Aseir prince. And no one would know about the things that keep him up at night. Not even the All-Father. 

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[thaboah]

God Of War characters during a party!

Well I'm in class, bored as hell and tonight I had this idea. I haven't seen anyone writing something like this but it could be funny.

Here is almost every character mentioned, but due I'm going to mention alcohol, drugs and violence, and Trùd and Atreus are kids. I'm not going to mention them. Let's just say that they're on a "kids zone".

TW: Alcohol, drugs and violence mentions, please if you're minor do NOT read this.

🎟️,, ~ Let's start!

The night had just started and everyone still sober, the music starts playing and it's time to have fun.

Mimir, since he's just a head and can't dance, it's with Sindri taking care of people stuff, like the weapons. To make the party a safe place everyone has to leave their weapons at the entrance.

Brok is the one who attends the bar, he makes cocktails and give "advice" to drunk people.

Let's be honest, he's not the best person to ask for advice, but there's anyone more besides him.

His tips are simple, if you like someone, go ahead and kiss them and try to conquer them. If someone It's annoying, then punch them in the face!

Thor is the one who recieves this last advice, he has been annoyed by Heimdall like always, so now he's drunk, he finds that idea very interesting.

Well, Heimdall is leaning against a wall, he's not really drunk, but he's a little affected by alcohol, so when he sees Thor reeling towards him, he looks at his eyes and immediately knew what was going to happen.

Thor tried to punch Heimdall, but he dodges every single blow that Thor tries to give him.

H: "I'm sorry, did you just tried to hit me? You idiot."

T: "DOn't YOu dARe to CALl mE IDioT!"

H: "Okay! You drunk monkey!"

T: "WhaT DId yøU JÛsT CæLl Me?!"

At this point a good amount of people just formed a circle around these two.

Odin was staring at them like "What did I do to have this pair of idiots as sons"

Some people like Freyr were too drunk to understand what was happening and they were just screaming: "Fight, fight, fight!"

The fight was lame, and when Tyr (The real one) arrived, he really tried to make them stop.

Tyr tried to calm down Thor, and Heimdall just walked away.

And Sif, Sif was mad as hell at Thor, she and Thor left the party soon, as Sif said: "You have done enough"

And Kratos... Well, he's there, but he's not even drinking, he's just there making sure that his friends are okay and Odin doesn't try something when they're drunk.

He weren't planning to go but Freya ask him to go with her and he thought it could be interesting and maybe he could learn something about Odin or his plans.

Freya was enjoying the party, she's not the heart of the party, but, you know who it is? Freyr.

Freyr is having the BEST time of his life, he's drinking, dancing on the floor like he was at the end of the world.

Baldur was there too, dancing with Freyr, he can't get drunk, but he's trying really hard, he's drinking everything he sees (and doing some drugs) he really WANTS to feel something.

The party starts going out of hands, someone, ahem, ahem, Odin, put something on the drinks while nobody was seeing.

Everyone starts doing things that normally they wouldn't do. Even Tyr and Freya are giving everything on the dance floor.

Heimdall wasn't drinking anymore, he knew what Odin has done but he's not going to question the all-father's behaviour.

Kratos it's fine too, he haven't drunk anything on the entire night, but he's having a great time anyways. There's no need to get drunk, you can have fun without alcohol.

Sindri, Brok and Mimir once everyone is too busy doing things that they will regret tomorrow. They meet together at the bar, Sindri is worried, he thinks that the party has gone out of hands, but Brok tell him to relax, anyone is dying.

When the party is over everyone ends sleeping where they can. Kratos takes Freya to her house but leaves the rest to his own luck.

Freyr and Baldur during the party were like best friends and they wake up next to each other lying on the ground. (Nothing weird, they fell asleep dancing)

Odin left after Kratos, but Heimdall stayed there annoying everyone.

Heimdall wakes up on the entrance of the party, he was so annoying that when he fell asleep everyone agreed on getting ride of him.

Sindri and Brok left and gone home leaving Mimir on the bar.

Everyone left Mimir :(

The next morning everyone woke up with a headche.

Baldur, Freyr and Heimdall found Mimir on the bar.

Mimir would definitely tell them about everything that happened last night, everyone feels a little embarrassed.

But at the end was funny and nobody was hurt.

🎟️,, ~ End

(WHAT WITH THIS GIF I LOVE IT)

That was funny! I spend alomst 2 hours writing, maybe more, maybe less but I hope all liked it :)

And if someone read this and is a minor, bad! I told you this wasn't for kids! But don't worry I understand you, when I was a kid I did that too and I'm normal haha.

Jokes aside, you don't need of alcohol to have fun and this is a fanfic, it's not real and it's not a good example or parties!

Have a nice day :)

[mishapocalyse]

Chapter Two: One on One Within The Great Hall// A Place To Call Home For Now

Description: Not many travel up the walls of Asgard, and you are one of the few. When searching for Atreus, you encounter much on your way as a long journey lies ahead of you.

Description for this chapter: You follow Heimdall to the Great Lodge, along the walk, you find Atreus. As it is a happy reunion there is much to unravel.

Pairings: Heimdall GOW! x Reader// Thor GOW! x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Gore, Mentions of alcohol, Abuse, Sexual content, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, mental illness may be within this fan fiction. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

There could be other horrible more death craving things that you would have wanted. Instead, you were trailing behind a man, who had first insulted your presence but also had almost killed you on sight.

Either of those were not the most welcoming, as you glared daggers into the back of his head. Grötti chattered, slung against your shoulder, while you waved him off. You had done your best to silence him, gaining the glare in return from the god in front of you.

In silence, Heimdall held much hatred for your presence as you followed him through Gladsheim, towards what you were hoping was Odin's Great Lodge.

Had it not been for the sudden stop, face planting into the man in front of you, falling backwards onto your rear--you would have been less surprised.

"Watch where you're going...mortal filth." sneered the god of foresight.

You held your tongue, getting back onto your feet. In front of him was none other than Odin himself, who had Atreus by his side, deep in conversation with the boy about something secretive. When Heimdall had cleared his throat, you could tell that the All Father himself grew increasingly annoyed with him.

"What is it...Heimdall?" Odin had asked, while you caught eyes with Atreus, who practically beamed at your presence.

He had ran to you, arms outstretched as you drew him into a tight hug.

"My boy!" You cried, earning looks from both Heimdall, Odin, and the other bystanders nearby.

Atreus could not help but to shed a few tears, while they stained the cloth of your tunic, you couldn't help but to raise his face to look at him.

"My dear boy, Atreus...oh how I have missed you. You were missing for weeks. We have been worried sick at home." You cried.

Atreus buried his face back into the leather padding on your stomach. You wrapped him into a tighter hug.

"I am so so sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to worry you." the boy cries into you.

You lightly rubbed his head, and hold him, just as a mother should when their child was upset. As for Atreus, since his mother had past years ago, you had stepped up into the role when you met the boy awhile after. So much had happened, and earning a son on your journey was one of the best things that could have happened to you.

So you basked in the moment as you always would, not caring about the eyes all around.

"Do not fret, Atreus. I am here, everything will be okay." You say, Atreus wipes away the few remaining tears that stained his cheeks.

Your attention turns back to the All Father and Heimdall before you.

"What are your intentions with my boy?" you ask. Odin raises his hands as if to calm your nerves.

"It is quite all right. Your boy is safe, and treated quite well amongst the other Aesir. There is nothing to worry about. But I understand a mother's right to know that her son is safe." He speaks softly to you.

Heimdall scoffs, crossing his arms. You had a hand placed on Atreus's shoulder firmly.

"I wish to take him home. He is but a boy."

"A boy who is old enough to make his own decisions, don't you think?" Odin retorts.

You look down at Atreus for a mere second before the All Father continues.

"Being as you are not his actual mother, yes?" You nod, yet Atreus leans into you as what a child would have.

"That may be so, but I take full responsibility for him. And I have worried enough don't you think?" you hummed.

This earned a laugh from the All Father, the way he chuckled wholeheartedly gave you some closure.

"Atreus is not a prisoner here. He is free to come and go as he pleases. The only reason I wish not for him to go is that we were in the middle of a session." Atreus raised, remembering that and looked to you.

"It's okay...I'll be okay, Y/N." He then looked to Odin with that same childish look in his eyes.

"Can she...stay?" Atreus says.

For a moment all there was, was silence, which drained all the hope from your eyes, and before Odin slapped the his sides, and gave another bellowing laugh.

"Why the hell not? We don't get much company anyways." Heimdall was quick to try and reason with Odin but had been turned away.

The All Father had motioned for you to follow him and Atreus, and now with Heimdall thick on your heels, this was turning out to be worse than what you had thought originally.

Now, you were making more enemies.

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When given your own room, you had been made aware that this had once been Thor's sons room. And you had tried to reason for another room, except the other rooms were small, unlike them to give a guest a small room. Since they were gone, there was no sense of leaving the rooms vacant. You took to respecting the wishes of your gracious host.

Night came too quick for you to grasp a hold of, as you were staring up at the ceiling above you, the way the candle flickered shadows, made you think of the flames back home at Sindri's. You wondered what the other's were up to. Hoping they were alright, and not worrying too much of your whereabouts as you were with the one you were searching for.

The sigh that escaped your lips pulled you out of bed, and out into the hall. A quick trip to the Great Hall for a drink of water would help you, at least you thought.

Your nightwear hung below your knees, hair tied into a loose braid, as it swung side to side while you walked down the hallways nd made it into the food hall.

Grasping hold of an empty cup you sloshed the cup into the water barrel and took a heavy drink, before the sound of a throat clearing had almost caused you to drop the cup in your hand.

Turning you found yourself not as alone as you thought you were. There with you was the large, burly god of thunder, himself.

Thor.

"Didn't think I would be sharing the evening with a new face." he says, taking a long drink of his mead.

You refill you water cup and walk over to sit with the god of thunder. From where you sat, adjacent from him, you were quick to notice he had been almost four times your size, but his inviting demeanor had intrigued you the most.

From others around here, they were quick to push you aside, yet with him, it was much more friendly. Unless that was the mead that was talking.

You laughed to yourself.

"What're you drinking tonight, little miss?" he asks.

"Just water."

"Ah, no fun."

"It is much into the night to be drinking as such, dear god." you stated, earning maybe your fiftieth chuckle from someone this day.

"No need for the formal shit. Thor is just fine. " And you did as such.

You stared into your cup as if it had said something to sour your mood.

"The boy...he your kid?" Thor asks, which made you look up.

"In a way, yes. I look after him, I've looked after him for quite sometime." You said, sloshing your cup once more.

"I can tell you care for him. He needs someone like you. He needs a mother. " Thor gave a small smile, which you gave in return.

"Do you..do you have children?" You asked.

"That I do. Or did." He looked away, down at the ground as if you had pulled a nerve. You reached over to place a hand on top of his. He turned back to look down at you. Whether it was rude of you to do such a thing, it seemed to ease the god, as he relaxed.

"I have one daughter." You smiled up at him. "She must be proud to have you as a father." You state.

Thor then proceeded to ask you about your children, in which your smile slowly faded away.

"I-"

"If it isn't the drunk and the mortal filth. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Oh no, you thought.

Heimdall.

Thor kept his back turned, keeping quiet. You did the same, hoping he would get the message and leave.

"Are you also deaf? My, my what are they teaching you mortals these days?" He snorts, grabbing ahold of a bit of bread and cheese from the shelf.

You bit your lip in frustration, looking down into your cup of water. You could handle the insults, but what you couldn't handle was him three times now,, was him breathing down your neck. Why would he not leave you alone?

"Have fun with drunk Aesir trash there. Father's unlucky son. Bid you the worst of nights, stupid mortal." With that he left. Which also meant you could have more peace and quiet.

Looking up at Thor you could see that same, sullen expression wafting over his face. His shoulders slumped forward. His cup empty. Reaching across you slowly unhooked the god's fingers from it, he gave you a look.

"Let me refill it for you." You said softly.

And he let you.

Returning from refilling his cup to the brim with mead, he had also returned to being silent with you beside him.

"I find this place...a little suffocating." You say, Thor jerking his head to you. It was such an out of place thought.

"How? Many find this realm, beautiful, astonishing--" You place a hand onto his wrist.

"Well I find it, suffocating, overwhelming and a bit stuck up." When you heard Thor laugh, it echoed through the entire Great Hall.

"You are something else," He paused.

"Y/N."

"That is a name, for sure." Thor compliments.

Soon after, you yawn, stretching. Time lead on well into the night, as you stood, excusing yourself. Thor had turned to you, getting up at well.

"I'd like to walk you back to your quarters, Lady Y/N." He quips.

You accept his offer, walking beside the large, burly god, out of the Great Hall. The walk had been calm, silent as you shared a few key conversations, as well as a couple of laughs. Nearing your door, Thor's composure changes immediately.

You smile up at him.

"I bid you goodnight, dear god." You give a slight bow to him, and when you raise he gives you the same small smile as before.

"Again, no need for formalities. Yet I do require more about yourself soon. " He says.

You nod, slowly closing the door.

"Goodnight, Thor, thank you." You say.

"G'night, Lady Y/N."

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@lunaryasha

[ravenloop]

Might I request a little funny-esque little drabble or headcanins for Odins and Kratos’ lover having this floating, piece of space itself hair?

I really like space... You will be getting space-themed requests…

AN: i hope I understood this right - either way it's an amazing request lol thought I feel like I did it kinda shitty- (ah well) Enjoy!

Pairings: Odin x Reader, Kratos x Reader

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Odin

"I'd prefer not having the space between realms all over my table while working, dear."

That made you look up.

"Oh... oops." You gave a sheepish smile, seeing as your hair was sprawled all over Odin's work space. It looked like chaos, honestly. Stars and galaxies littered across a wooden table. Some floating in the air, too.

He watched as you gathered it all up, letting it fall over your back neatly, some of it still floating a bit. Your hair was long, almost as long as Sif's (you don't know how she keeps it all together), and quite often it got in the way of Odin's tasks when you were alone.

It hardly seemed to bother him though. Even now.

"I still wonder how it's possible..." He muttered. "That my hair is so long?" "No, that it's a piece of realm fabric itself."

You smiled sheepishly at that.

"It's a gift from the universe itself, perhaps." That response seemed to make him think.

"It's surely a unique one," He said while reaching over to brush aside a floating strand from your face, "I wonder it's purpose."

Brows raised, you asked, "What purpose would floating, starry hair have?"

His eye met yours for a second, lips twitching in something that resembled a faint smile. "Everything has a purpose, yes? I'm sure it's meant to do something."

You hummed in thought, grabbing a strand of your hair. A grin spread across your face.

"You think I could strangle someone with the universe?"

"No."

Kratos

"You want me to do what?" You had to suppress the eye roll that so desperately wanted to escape.

"Braid my hair." You said a second time, "Or at least brush it. I'm tired of it getting everywhere."

It was easy to understand your frustration. Currently Kratos watched as the bursts of stars and colourful skies floated around your face, it almost obscured the entire cabin. Not because it was everywhere, but because of how colourful it was.

He let out a deep groan that you grew to understand means 'Fine, but I won't like it.'

Without saying anything, he extended his arm towards you. Smiling in victory, you handed him the brush and turned around so he could get to work.

The feeling of his rough, calloused hand ls gently grabbing stands of your hair as he brushed it and weaved the strands together felt nice. Kratos knew how to be gentle when the moment called, despite his fear of hurting you sometimes.

He was reluctant at first, but eventually allowed you to teach him how to braid hair. It was strange for him (he's not exactly rocking the most luscious hair), but eventually he learned how to do it.

"There." His hands left your hair a few minutes later. You stood and reached behind to feel the long neat braid he had put your starry hair into.

Still smiling, you turned around to face him. "You're getting better."

All you got was a grunt of approval.

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AN: I really didn't know what to put for Odin, I'm sorry 😭

[takusan-no-ai]

Forbidden Love

PAIRING: Odin x Female Reader (Romantic) (Angst)

SUMMARY: Odin, disguised as Týr, is introduced to Kratos’ eldest child, (Y/N), and falls in love with her.

“When will those idiots get here?” Odin pondered. He had been waiting here for hours, tied by a noose, and disguised as his own son, Týr. “How long does it take to kill a few Einherjar?”–Odin laughed mid sentence–“I thought Kratos was supposed to be the god of War.”

A loud boom silenced Odin. Three mumbled voices spoke amongst each other as the door was opened. “Time to become Týr,” Odin thought. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus finally were face to face with who they believed to be Týr.

Why wouldn’t they believe they rescued Týr? Odin acted the part; he knows how sadistic he is, so he knew how to play a helpless victim to Odin’s tyranny. “I can’t show off my powers, or else they might figure me out.” He decided to play as a pacifist, to avoid being spotted in his lie.

“Where are you taking me? Odin has eyes everywhere…where could you possibly hide?” Tyr asked. Odin really needed to know all of their secrets. The more steps he was ahead of his enemy, the better.

“We’re living in the realm between realms temporarily,” Atreus said. Kratos made a grumble. “Sorry, we probably shouldn’t talk about it out here, with Odin’s henchmen around and all,” Atreus corrected himself.

“Of course,” Tyr responded.

After escaping his “prison” they fled for Yggdrasil and made it to Sindri and Brok’s house, hidden away in the world tree. After becoming acquainted with Brok and Sindri, Odin made his way to the broom closet. Out of his arms came Muninn.

“Muninn, I need you to be as quiet as possible and stay here. That way I can travel back and forth, understand?” He whispered. Muninn nodded and hid in a small corner. Odin heard Atreus calling for him and left the broom closet, back in character as Týr.

“Hey, Týr, this is my older sister, (Y/N).” Atreus was eager to introduce his sister to him. She waved with a simper on her face. Odin waved back, taken aback by her ethereal beauty. She wore the clothes of a spartan woman, despite the lack of battle gear. “She’s a great fighter, but not as good as me.” (Y/N) pinched her younger brother’s cheek for that comment.

Odin couldn’t believe that he hadn’t known of her existence. Just how did Kratos manage to hide her so well? And why? He didn’t put in this much effort for Atreus, even after the incident with Baldur and the two fools. Was there something about her that Odin could use? He had to know. The possibilities made him mad.

“I hope to become great friends with you. If my family trusts you then so do I,” she stated. Odin smiled and shook (Y/N)’s hand.

“This is going to be easy,” he thought.

As Odin spent his time there, he began to notice a strange difference between (Y/N) and her family. She was kinder, softer, calmer, even more delicate than Atreus and Kratos. Odin could tell she wasn’t a daughter of Faye, or else she would’ve been much stronger as half a Jötunn. “Excuse me, Lady (Y/N), but, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, how exactly are you related to Kratos?” Tyr asked.

She chortled in response. “It’s okay, I get that a lot.” She sat down next to him, holding a lyre in her hand. “I’m not sure if I should go into too much detail, since it is a personal family matter. The summary is, I have a different mother, a mortal one.”–she teared up at the memories–“She’s dead…along with my sister. I’m only partially a goddess, so I’m not very strong. To add to that, I take after my mother’s personality.” She moved to wipe away her tears, but Odin beat her to it.

“It’s been so long since I’ve met someone so genuine. I’m sorry for resurfacing such traumatic memories,” Tyr apologized. A part of Odin really meant what he said. But an even larger part of Odin saw how easy it would be to control someone as trusting as (Y/N).

Days went by of Odin and (Y/N) bonding. They cooked together, did chores together, and Odin even comforted (Y/N) when Atreus disappeared for some days. He hadn’t realized that he was starting to care for the woman’s life. Her kindness, compliments, and soft touch lured him in. Before Odin knew it, he was already playing favorites with (Y/N).

He almost felt bad about how he purposefully started the fight between Kratos and Atreus so that the boy would come running to Asgard. But he needed to protect Asgard. Odin couldn’t die yet, not without knowing where he’d go.

“I don’t know what to do Týr. I know that Atreus shouldn’t trust Odin, but I want to trust that whatever my brother is doing, that it will be for the good of all of us. I just hate that all of this is because of that All-Father,” (Y/N) confided to Odin. A pain struck his heart at her words. Why didn’t he like her speaking the truth? He’s not a good man and he knows it. He knows she couldn’t ever love him, and yet, that feeling haunted him.

“I’m…unsure of how to help as well.” Odin really didn’t know what to do for her. He couldn’t reveal his identity to (Y/N); did she even like him back? Would she refuse to love him if he told her the truth? Would he die by the hands of Kratos immediately? He knew the answer to that last question.

Odin would lock himself away in the broom closet, regretting all his decisions in life. He hated how his heart longed for his enemies daughter. There were so many reasons she wouldn’t love him back, and he hated that he wouldn’t be able to change a single one of them.

“Maybe I should just go back to that damn tree again,” Odin pondered. He really couldn’t be with you. “…unless. I could…just take her to Asgard after Ragnarök. Maybe even offer to marry her in exchange for ending the war, like I did with Frigg.” Odin got lost in thought, not even hearing Muninn’s reluctancy to the idea.

“She’d definitely love me if she got to know me.”

“Týr? Are you up? I was wondering if you wanted to make dinner together?” (Y/N) asked from the other side of the door.

“I’d love to.” Odin left the broom closet, wrapping his hand around (Y/N)’s.

- Fin

[heimdalls-cheese]

Freyr: OMG YOURE SO TALL YOU ARE LIKE A GIRAFFE!

Odin disguised as Tyr: and you're like a baked bean.

Freyr: A-A BAKED - A BAKED BEAN?!

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Freya, talking with Njörd: So as I was saying Father, Freyr and I will sneak up from-

Freyr, high af:Quack quack

Freya:... Sneak up from-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... From-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... I will sneak up from behind and attack while Freyr goes up to them as a bait with his Quacking.

Freyr: OH QUACK NO!

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Hildisvini: Are you high again?

Freyr:... No.

Hildisvini: your dad is gonna beat you up.

Freyr: Nuh uh.

Freya: tf you mean Nuh uh??!!

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Nerthus: Freyr is this... What í think it is?

Freyr: Oh yeah mom those are my girlfriend's underwear I'll bring it to her tomorrow.

Nerthus: I MEANT THE PIPE-

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Freya: So I was helping kratos cook yesterday and he-

Freyr: decided to break up with you and said that the wants to marry me and make me his own?

Freya:... No? WTF?

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idk it's the best I can think of.

Freyr: love you all <3333

[visionsofmagic]

྾ odin’s sons; thor, heimdall & baldur [from god of war & gow: r] wallpaper ྾  

◜ Now feel free to drink in the splendour of Asgard. This is a rare sight for outsiders. ◞  

[like or rb if you use <3]

[deadvilesworld]

Can SOMEBODY please explain to me why everybody thinks Heimdall is hot??? Throughout the entire game I wanted to bitch slap his ass, along with Odin and the Norns too; ESPECIALLY Skuld.