#record of ragnarok hermes

[praisethesuuun]

Hi this is my first time but here’s the question how would ror Hermes react to walking in on a female reader wearing his favorite color or clothes smut if u can but fluffy is fine to

Love your work by the way keep it up 💖

aww thank you so much😭🧡 hope you like it!

Hermes headcanons: finding you with his clothes!

🥀Probably, it all happened during a winter morning. North wind blew outside the temple, even if the room you were in was sheltered and comfortable; Hermes had been careful about this detail, wanting to keep you warm and safe. His favorite priestess had to have all the comforts possible...

🥀But sometimes, a draft of air still managed to get through. At the slightest skin crawl, you didn't think twice about reaching out for your master's elegant coat. The fabric was really cold at first, but it started to warm you up little by little, hugging your curves. And while you're at it, why not get his gloves too?

🥀When Hermes returns to the room, seeing his clothes on you, a small grin spreads across his face. There's a different light in his crimson eyes, which are looking at you hungrily, a small tick of his finger was only the first sign of an instinct he tried to hold back, which later proved useless.

🥀The way your lips left warm puffs of breath on your hands for warmth, touching the velvet gloves, sent his imagination soaring, imagining them in other contexts. He could already feel those soft plump lips of yours sliding along his body, your sighs touching his groin...

🥀"My dear, let me warm you up a bit..." he speaks slowly, pronouncing the words and approaching slowly, like a hunter aiming at his prey, but being careful not to make noise to scare it. Hermes doesn't dare take his clothes off you, he has to watch you wallow in his smell.

🥀"Yes, baby...good job, just like that..." he will whisper in your hear, as one of your gloved hand wraps around his hardened cock, while the other has its fingers in your core. His hips moves to meet your movements, but don't even think about feeling Hermes inside: you still took god's clothes without permission, your walls wrapping around nothing will be your punishment.

[thewritetofreespeech]

OOOOOHH! I got it! Thor, Hermes, Nikola, and Hades with a super busty s/o who has no idea somebody is, or at least trying to, flirting with or leering at her.

Personally, he likes her large chest, as he his a breast man. He does realize the issues with it, however.

He doesn’t like to cause a seen, but he doesn’t like it when other people stare at his s/o.

Usually, his hulking presence is enough to deter them when he’s by their side. But he knows he can’t be with them all the time.

Has some concerns about their friendly attitude leading men on and causing problems, but also has enough faith in them to defend themselves.

Appears calm but is furious inside.

Of course he knows that his s/o is gorgeous, and he finds it cute that they have no idea of their visual value. Everyone else is not so dumb.

Acting as a steward of the Gods, Hermes notice everything. Including the looks his s/o gets when she is just being herself and existing in physical splendor.

Makes a point to calmly and cooly come up to the perpetrators, and whisper in their ear the horrible, painful, soul crushing things that will happen to them if they keep staring at his angel.

As oblivious as she is.

His s/o’s physical attributes are the furthest thing from his opinion of attractiveness. The mind! Their mind is what sets his passion to fire.

He does, however, appreciate her symmetry. And will usually compliment that when someone tells him that his s/o is hot. With no guile on thinking that they might have ungentlemanly thoughts about them.

Has some physics questions on how they stay upright and has done some structural mathematics in his free time to figure it out.

Bold of them to stare so openly at an Elder Gods woman. Hades has to commend their bravery (or stupidity).

He’s not a fool. He knows that people like to look at beautiful things. Hence why museums are so popular.

After a while though, he can’t stand it. Like little pins on the back of his neck, and he can’t get mad at s/o if they are too sweet & innocent to notice.

Has killed a man over it before, but the worst perpetrator is his little brother. He’s had to have a talk with Zeus, that lech, on more than one occasion that put their sibling bond in jeopardy.

[viviennevermillion]

I made an AMV in the hopes of dragging another poor soul into my new favorite show

For everyone who's already in the Record of Ragnarok fandom, I hope you guys enjoy this tribute I made to the characters, their emotions and backstories. I love the fights as much as the next person but for me this is the heart of the series. Ignore the disproportionate amount of attention I gave to my favorite character in the end. Comments and reblogs are appreciated because I spent more than 6 hours on this one.

For everyone who stumbles across this on their dash and has no idea what Shuumatsu no Valkyrie is:

Do you like pretty men? Are you an enjoyer of tournament arcs? Do you like sad backstories and bromance? Do you get hyped about the vibe from shounen anime fight scenes? Then I can only recommend this series to you. It is my new favorite thing ever and it's very underrated. Everyone I watched this with so far has had a blast with it.

Disclaimer:

You're gonna need to be able to tolerate a little bit of heresy and "mythology on crack" for this one.

[platinumrosetail]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a part 2 of my last request(The male Cheshire cat reader one), basically the same thing as my last request but with Poseidon, Buddha, Jack and Hermes instead?☺️

Sure! I’ll try my best with it!! Also they accidentally put Poseidon but they meant Thor as I already did Poseidon in the first part.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Thor, Buddha, jack, hermes.

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Thor:

You two met through his cousin; Loki, who thought it would be fun to introduce his friend to his cousin to see how he would react as Loki wanted a reaction out of Thor as he’s always so stoic and quiet.

You try to play pranks on Thor like Loki suggested but Thor usually ignores you or pick you up like a cat and put you someplace else and walk away.

It makes Loki pout as Thor usually threatens him or bonk him on the head with his fist so seeing Thor not do something similar to that with you made him pout childishly though this also confirms that Thor does have a reaction to you like he’d hoped for so that’s more than enough as it would give him ammo to tease Thor more, which made you laugh at his thinking process.

You continue to hang around Thor more this time without Loki wanting a reaction as you yourself start to wonder what expression Thor could make and what gets him to make them.

So as the saying goes; curiosity kills the cat, and of course satisfaction brought it back as your results came out to a 100 percent success as you seem to have gotten him to react to some of the things you did and said.

One of the things you did and said was how you would end up having to go to another person to prank and bother as you’ve grown ‘bored ‘ of his no reaction, that got a reaction out of him, a jealous one, it was hard to tell but you were able to detect that it was indeed jealousy that he was displaying which meant your plan worked on getting his reaction.

You teased him once he quickly realized that you were only joking and was lying to him, he thought it would be best to shut you up before Loki heard and started teasing him as well by kissing you which indeed; thankfully to him, as it left you shocked that he did such a thing considering his personality resulted in him teasing you back on why you went quiet, you pouted at him for that before a grin popped back on your face with a chuckle.

Buddha:

You two met through Loki though he didn’t actually introduce you two to each other more like you found Buddha and introduced yourself to him.

Reason why is because you’ve heard so many rants from Loki about how he doesn’t like Buddha and you wanted to find out if it’s just Loki that doesn’t like him or if buddha is a jerk.

You come to find out that Buddha wasn’t a jerk but someone who is like an adolescent but still an adult or in this case a god.

You enjoyed his thoughts and presences, confirming with yourself that it was just Loki being Loki and such.

You two played pranks on each other and others and eat snacks together and did all kind of things.

You kept this a secret from Loki as you knew he would go on about how you were ‘cheating’ on him with Buddha and you didn’t want to deal with that right now which got a laugh out of Buddha when you told him about it.

You two flirt with each other to see who can get the other flustered and in a stuttering mess, Buddha wins almost all the time there was a few times you won but not as much as Buddha.

Jack:

You met jack by accident, you were just teleporting from to places randomly without any place in mind so you ended up in his room.

Jack was obviously surprised to see someone randomly appearing in his room you not so much by how you’ve done this while teleporting bored so it didn’t really phased you.

You decide to take a break from it and leave the normal way but jack stopped you to offer you some tea, you didn’t decline as this might bring you some entertainment and plus you were getting thirsty even if you’re a god and they don’t need human needs you still like to dabble in them.

You and jack talked about lots of things, like how you were friends with Loki and what that brings to the table and about gossip that you heard while being invisible and teleporting to and from places which got a laugh about what you heard from Jack and the prank’s you’ve done and have planned.

You told him about the book that was inspired by your pantheon called Alice in wonderland and even gave him a copy that you had gotten from the human world as it was a good and interesting read.

You two decided to stay in contact and have more of these maybe even invite a few guest to join the tea party once in a while though it’s usually just the two of you most of the time but you wouldn’t have it any other way as it’s fun talking with jack.

Jack also enjoys it as well as he can see the colors you’re making is genuine of how you’re feeling when you two talk and have tea parties.

Hermes:

You and Hermes get along as you both gossip about the latest rumor or what you’ve both heard from yourselves.

You two have tea parties with just yourselves as it’s most likely that whoever you invite is the very person you two were going to gossip about so you both didn’t bother.

You pop in on Hermes many times when he does his job as the messenger of the gods (correct me if I’m wrong on that 😅) and chat as he does so though you don’t talk when you both finally arrived to his destination to whoever he needed to give or receive a message to.

Hermes is always very intriguing about your powers and want to know all about them and what they can do.

You two flirt together with each other nonchalantly until either one of you is flustered but Hermes is always so smooth at it that it always leave you flustered.

You two also talk about the gossip in the human world when you go to visit the human world for fun, you of course convinced him a few times to come with you and hear all the gossips from random humans lives.

You also told him about how you have a book written in inspiration of your pantheon and gave him a copy to read for fun, that’s another thing you two do, you either get books from the human world or god world and have a book session making fun of some of the characters and just talking about it.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!! I’m kinda getting burned out for record of ragnarok and it doesn’t help that I’m having a hyper fixation on other fandoms at the moment so please request for another fandom if possible at the moment everyone 😅 please and thank you! Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[ai-hiime]

Forgot to post this here but yanno that one story about newborn Hermes stealing Apollo's cow? I wanna do that but as iCarly meme XD

Ft. Iris by @/magical.bailey.arts (ig) 🌈✨

Dewi Lanjar by Me 🔱🌊

[ror-hermes]

bet you can't name all your lovers and flings

"Oh wow...I had about over 20 so naming them all is..iffy."

He took a deep breath before speaking again

"There was Aphrodite, Hekate, Daeria, Peitho, Karmentis, Nyphme, Okypihe, Penepolia, Rhene, Sose, Tanagra, Aglauros, Akalle, Alki, Aptale, Herse, Peneplope, Klytie, Libye, and Thronia. I believe that would be all the females..As for the men I had three lovers; Aphion, Krokos, and Perseus"

[veroramona]

Please Hermes and human female reader Thank you flower(/^-^)/🌼❤️

A/N: Of course! Here you go! And thank you so much for the flower! Have a cookie 🍪 <3 Also, I apologize for letting you wait for so long. I hope it was worth the wait! <3

Summary: Hermes with a human afab!reader

Warnings: None, just pure fluff! (Also, not proofread! If you find mistakes, please let me know!)

Tagging @http-rae, @hornyf0ckers and @lololagni <3

He's a God. He has existed for thousands of years, witnessed so many events in human history, seen and met so many people. And yet, he has never fallen for anyone. No one has piqued his interest... until you came along. Who would have thought that Hermes would fall for a human? For such a weak and fragile creature?

What is it that makes him want to pursue you, anyway? Is it your wonderful smile? The way your eyes bright up whenever you talk to him? Or is it the excitement in your voice whenever you tell him about your interests? How you always run up to him when you spot him?

Whatever it is, you have made him fall for you. And not just a little, no, he is head over heels for you. You, a simple human, have captured his heart. But he won't complain. You make his life shine brighter. The world seems a little less dull with you by his side.

He can't stop looking at you. He can't stop touching you. His hand is always on your body, whether it may be on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your arm, your thigh. Knowing that you're safe with him makes him feel incredibly relieved. After all, you're a human. Humans get hurt more easily than Gods.

"Love? Are you alright?" Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. You two are in his chambers, lying on his bed. You look at him, head slightly tilted to the side and eyes filled with concern. Oh, those beautiful eyes of yours...

"Yes, don't worry, my dear, I feel splendid!" His arms around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. He smiles softly at you before his right hand travels up to hold your chin. He pulls you closer and plants a firm kiss on your lips. "How could I not feel amazing with you by my side?"

He makes sure to cherish every single moment he shares with you. He knows that humans don't live nearly as long as Gods do. But he pushes this thought out of his hand. He refuses to let the time you two spend together be filled with worry and dread. You're here, in his arms. You're alive and you will continue to stay alive for the next decades to come. And he will be with you no matter how busy his life may get.

Your head lies on his chest. You close your eyes and listen to the steady and calm beat of his heart. It soothes you, lulling you to sleep. His fingers run through your hair, making you feel drowsy.

"I love you, my dear. And I will continue to love you for the rest of my life," he whispers into your ear before you doze off in his arms. His lips press a light kiss to your forehead. He loves spending time with you, especially when Zeus doesn't order him around all the time.

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[riseofamoonycake]

So, I still had to make the fic for the 200 followers celebration, so I jumped at the chance! Actually this will be divided into four parts, and I will publish them as soon as they are finished. So get ready *^*

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Morning ⁓ Air

🌬️Characters: Leonidas; Hermes

🌬️Pairing: Leonidas x Siren!reader; Hermes x Gn!human reader

🌬️Warnings: mention of death, wounds, angst, sex

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Leonidas

«So, aside from the human legs, the myths haven’t lied about you.»

For the umpteenth time within less than half an hour, you blush violently and lock yourself inside your own wings without answering, moving your gaze as far as possible from the King of the Spartans, the proud Leonidas. You are not so embarrassed by his words as by the tone he uses to pronounce them and by the absolute confidence and absence of fear with which he has approached you from the first moment he saw you: although it is usually you who attracts humans and gods and put them in check for pure fun ― and for loneliness ―, this time something must not have worked, and now you are in trouble more than ever.

The thing is, he noticed you before you could do the same: a shadow in the dawn, like a black star that has survived the advent of light, a figure that took shape and form as it got closer. with a marching step… and even before you could open your mouth to fill the air with your irresistible song and keep him at a distance from you, Leonidas stood in front of your face, firmly planted with the hands on the hips and his resolute expression with which he observed you for endless moments, scrutinizing you from top to bottom and examining every corner of you. «A girl’s face, bird’s wings… and I imagine it was you who used to sing to the morning, wasn’t it? And to think that I was having such a beautiful dream… but this siren decided otherwise», he finally exclaimed, puffing and moving the almost finished cigar to the other corner of the mouth, before advancing another step to take you under the armpits and lift you up up to his height, to then pass your fingers through your feathers and both caress and squeeze them. «Hmmm, you don’t lack beauty.»

«I have more centuries than you and I know how to bring you to your knees, so don’t try to play tricks; and hold your tongue.» Finally, after a long moment of silence in which it was impossible for you to open your mouth, your voice tinkled on the wind; and Leonidas chuckled softly, squinting at your sulky, purplish face and the tense, worried light that danced in your eyes. «The winged maiden wants battle, then; well, and why don’t you do it? Why don’t you sing and try to seduce me?»

In that exact moment you wanted to please him, really badly, even just to put that human in his place; but not a note left your lips. Something prevented you from doing so, as well as from taking your eyes off the king, so much so that in the end he gently set you down on the ground with a disappointed expression and a click of his tongue, and then sat down and leaned his back against the same group of rocks that you have chosen as a shelter, clasp his hands behind the head and close the eyes after a loud yawn.

It is useless to protest, it is useless to try to push him away: Leonidas didn’t move an inch and laughed at your every attempt, without even lifting his eyelids. «You prevented me from getting the proper rest, so now I’ll finish sleeping here. With your voice you should be able to make me obey your every command, but I think this time it doesn’t work much… too bad.»

Teasing and banters, and questions: from that moment until now he has never left you alone, holding you by the ankle when you were about to move and not listening to even one of your curses, grinning slightly and irritating you more and more. It is destabilizing not having the situation in your hands and also quite embarrassing, but today there is something different that prevents you from living the day as you usually do; and slowly you realize it with every look you throw at the king’s face and body, at the skin that his clothes leave uncovered and at the cold that descends to your bones.

His scars, that’s what keeps me from singing out of bitterness and sadness. Deep, innumerable, the traces of the wounds he received during the last battle are everywhere… how much must they have made him suffer? Has he felt them all? And how bravely did he face them to do what was right, to allow others to live?

«You really paid for all the Greeks, that day at the Thermopylae», you finally murmur in a low voice, so soft that you think you were the only one who heard it; but Leonidas’ breathing stops for an instant, then deepens. And he is not sleeping. «You were the only one, you and those who followed you, who had the courage to protect our land. You sacrificed yourself for all those who never believed in you, and also for those who loved you… and you saved us all.»

«Does my presence here make you sad, little siren?» His tone is non-joking now, but low and deep, and kind; it is as if he is whispering something to you to make sure you are fine or to reassure you, and this time you don’t find it hard to answer. «The sirens sing everything that men most desire, but especially of the past, of what they have lost and regret, or of what has made them great. However, sometimes they sing for themselves, not for others: only for their memories, and for what they mourn; and we too have our heroes.»

It is Leonidas’ turn to remain silent, and yours to narrow your eyes. You look one last time at the scars that mark his arms and shoulders, shuddering. You know he only did what was right and with unparalleled courage, and the scars prove it: the enemies had to hit him over and over again to stop him, but they still couldn’t break him. «You did well, king.»

«Aaaaah, it seems you can’t sing, but you are good at praising», comments Leonidas at the end, «and you are also kind.»

Neither of you speak for a while, then his hands gently stroke your feathers. The contact of his calloused fingers with your sensitive wings gives you a shiver, the sensation is unexpectedly pleasant. «That beautiful voice of yours, why don’t you try again with it?»

You smile sweetly and lean over him, protecting him with your figure from the sun that advances. «And yet, I think it is impossible to charm you, great Leonidas.»

The sound of his laughter sounds like a breath of meltemi, and almost smells like it. «You can try, and I will run the risk of falling into your net», is the direct answer that follows immediately after, together with a deeper stroke on your feathers.

You purse your sensuous lips, then sigh close to his ear. «It seems my lord is giving me a command that I can only obey», you murmur before enveloping him completely in your wings and starting to weave the sweetest melody human ear has ever heard, cradling both minds towards what you have always called home.

Hermes

«Welcome back, my love.»

You would be able to recognize him among a thousand, as an exile feels the call of his land ever since he is in the heart of the sea and the farmer perceives the first breath of spring wind. It is him, you can’t be wrong, and this gives you the sweetest smile: he kept his promise, he came back to you and, in the exact moment he did, all the pain that your body housed disappeared.

Almost a century has passed since you played and ran with him through the endless fields and high mountains of your land, and he let you win on purpose; layer after layer, breath chasing breath, the years have accumulated on your skin making you grow, changing your appearance and body, giving you both happiness and situations to face, and the constant certainty that whoever you have in front of you, as beautiful as when you met him for the first time, he would always find the time to come and give you a ray of light, a kind word and a moment just for you two.

You immediately understood the true nature of Hermes, even before noticing how his appearance never changed while all the world around him went through a dance of colors and shapes; your curiosity as a child and the wisdom that only the little ones possess led you to observe that unknown young man, who happened to come to your village by chance or fate, and to greet him with your little hand even before speaking to him. He could only be a god: too perfect, too well shaped and healthy to share your own nature, you still waited before approaching him, intimidated and respectful in front of that figure different from you; it was he, then, who approached you to get to know you, handing you a carved sunflower so detailed as to seem real and smiling at you with a sweetness that you didn’t think was possible, not even imaginable.

How many sunny days since that moment… the games, the laughter, the dreams, the tenderness, the words, the farewells and the returns, you never closed the door or your arms in front of him: neither when you lived together to your family and you were still little, nor when you blossomed and grew so much that you could lead a solitary life, and then Hermes’ visits took on a different character and were filled with caresses, kisses and the love that comes at night, when and how nobody knows. Yet, more than the messy blankets and the sheets soaked in your smell, the sensation of his naked body on yours and the affectionate veneration on each other skin, you would have given everything, even your soul, to feel Hermes’ hands again and again hold yours, guide you anywhere in the world, just keep you next to him. You have never demanded anything, it is not permissible for humans to ask for more than what is necessary and which they cannot obtain by themselves; so you welcomed every moment as a gift and savored it to the last, never forgetting to thank. For years, in your humility, you believed that it was your calm and serene sweetness that attracted Hermes to your home, nothing else; you didn’t dare hope that he actually loved you until your hair started turning white, your skin to sag like your energy, and the years took their toll more and more, season after season…and however merciless the time was with you, the god has not stopped smiling at and visiting you as he always has, and any fear in your mind shipwrecked when you realized that, even if you will never explain it, he has always loved you.

Your breath of wind, your sunrise: even when his duties have called him away from you, you have always felt him by your side; even when something in the human and divine world changed and his visits became rarer, you never doubted him.

I’ll come back again, Hermes told you the last time you saw him, just before leaving you and not without giving you a delicate kiss on the lips, and I’ll take you away with me. I’ll be there, don’t worry… I’ll come.

And as always, he kept his word and came back; he came to get you. You know what a moment this is: you feel it in the light bones and in the limbs that no longer feel any fatigue, in the mind that is full of peace, in the heart that has no regrets as it beats more and more slowly. You have lived here for a long time; now, it is just about continuing to love elsewhere. «Before you take me away with you… can I bring anything with me?»

Your soft voice makes Hermes smile, who sits on the edge of the bed and bows his head to one side, his expression surprised. «My swallow, you know it is not allowed: everything you have remains here on earth after your death. Not even we gods can appropriate it.»

«Just one thing… really, it is very small.» You hesitate for an instant, then pull the first gift he has given you from the sleeve of your robe. You had to tweak it a bit, but only to make it more suitable for your needs. «I could never leave my sunflower behind. See? I made it into a pendant and put a ribbon on it, now I can wear it around my neck. I don’t think anyone will punish me for that.»

The god softens his expression even more, then leans towards you and brushes his forehead against yours. «Of all the gifts I have given you, you have chosen the humblest; and it is like you.» You lower your head slightly as he stands up, takes the sunflower from your hand and ties the ribbon around your neck, letting the sunflower hang down to your chest. You squeeze it with one hand, while with the other you grab his fingers and lie down completely on the bed, with nothing left to hold you back. «Now… now we can go, love. Thanks for waiting a little longer.»

You feel nothing when the end comes, it is serene and sweet: just a shadow that swallows the light for an instant, the wind that stops, and then another that blows hard, fragrant and fresh. It is the sun that prompts you to open your eyes and fix them on the mountains that surround you, the same as in your childhood: and everything seems to have rewound up to the past, time can do nothing.

«Great Hermes…», you murmur, looking in disbelief at your soft, energic hands and brushing your face without wrinkles and your thick, strong hair, stamping your feet which have become sure again, seeing and hearing everything without difficulty. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that you are a young adult again, and probably always will be. «… Great Hermes, now I can run again.»

«Yes», ​​he whispers next to you, before squeezing you in his arms and hugging you so tightly that you cry tears of happiness, «now you can run as long as you want. But I don’t think I’ll let you win easily anymore⁓»

You laugh joyfully and say nothing more, but sink your face against his shoulder and let the dawn reach you and caress both of your heads with delicate and blessing fingers.

Now there are more days of light to live, and this time forever.

[onecantsimply]

Okay so Ai got a repost that had a tag about the angst for this post-

So-

WE’RE MAKING A VERSION OF WHEN THEY SURVIVE AND WHEN THEY DIE- NOW LET’S GO-

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You Live:

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤:

• Through all the wounds, through all that agony, and through all those struggles against that God, you had won. You had been announced as the winner as your opponent shattered into green particles from behind you. And Heracles couldn’t be happier. He was crying during that match but he won’t admit it-

- But when he sees you returning to your tunnel with your Valkyrie partner helping you, he quickly makes his way towards the sick bay. Bet your ass he’s running because he wants to see you as soon as possible. And when he does, he’s immediately by your side as you get bandaged up. He knows he can’t really give you a hug since you’re really damn injured, but he can give you kisses-

- He will not hold back with them, guaranteed. While you’re getting bandaged up by a doctor, Heracles is gripping your hand, spilling how worried he was when you had gotten yourself injured. Though, hope shall never waver, because he was very fucking relieved when you had won. Even through the amount of time that had to be wasted just for you to get your edge-

• And right when you’re recovered, Heracles throws a good party for you- At that point he’s going to get drunk and he’ll spill everything. All his emotions, all his hugs, all his kisses, everything- Mans is vulnerable-

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕤:

• The gentle smile filled with relief that makes it onto his face is immediately visible once he sees your opponent shatter into the pieces of green shards. And as Heimdall announces your victory, Hermes finally lets go of breath he had been holding for what seemed like forever.

- Now, Hermes finds it necessary to help you to the med bay. He has no care for people that try to stop him. Not when you’re most likely waiting for him while walking down the tunnel. And in the instant he greets you down that hall, Hermes has a firm grip on your hand, as well as a firm hug to your figure.

- He just can’t help it when he’s been so worried for you in that bout against a God. His worry soon starts to disappear when he sees you getting bandaged up. And due to his own work, he cannot stay there very long, but he will make sure to visit you when he can.

- By the time you’re recovered, Hermes is already waiting for you, having a few gifts ready for you for your win. Be prepared for cuddle sessions and gentle kisses to your forehead, because that is most of what Hermes will give you when he’s cuddling you in bed.

𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟:

• Goodness. Good fucking goodness. Odin isn’t exactly cracking an expression at it, but he visibly lets go of his chair and tenses down. Instead of showing his relief in public, he keeps it inside until he’s in a private space with you.

- While he is not exactly the one to be emotional, even in private, he is still sensible enough to give you a few hugs, kisses, as well as a few words of congratulations for winning. It wasn’t on the side he wanted it to be on, but he’s still glad of your win, as well as your survival-

- Like Hermes, Odin is almost always busy, so he does have to go away after a small bit. Though, he will be sure to visit you at least once more while you’re in recovery. Without Huginn and Muginn, of course. Those crows do not know how to stay silent. Odin had to grab them by the throat to keep them from yelling out how he was with you in the hospital.

- Though, while you are done recovering, Odin can finally have the time he needs with you once he gets home. That’s where he’s most comfortable, and more capable of speaking. He will make sure you don’t get into any more situations that include fighting. He’ll deal with it himself.

You Die:

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤:

• He knew it was coming. He fucking knew it was coming. So why is he behaving like he wasn’t ready for your death? He feels somewhat numb, even if he can hear and feel himself starting to tear up. Your apology towards him as you start to shatter into green particles… It almost broke him down completely.

- Hearing the sneers and shouts of the Gods in the crowd didn’t make it any better. Not when they were insulting your name for daring to want to keep Humanity alive. At least… At least in his own battle, maybe he could join you, along with the fallen Humans and Gods just before.

- Now Heracles isn’t exactly the same for a few days, no matter how much he wants to be. Ares is concerned for him. It’s as if the literal Sun in the world had shut itself down. Though, Heracles knew that crying or moaning about it wouldn’t bring you back. So he had to be strong for his own side, and count on the memories he had before.

- While he is out of that depression phase, he’s more serious, and doesn’t seem to smile as much. The only thing he does smile at is the memories of you, or the things that remind him of you. Though, as soon as he remembers his goal, he goes right back to being serious. Ragnarok changed him for the worst.

ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕤:

• Utter silence from the man himself as he watches your wounds get the better of you, and allow your opponent to kill you. Those very same wounds make your body shatter into green particles, keeping Hermes in his fit of silence.

- His movements are completely still, and his eyes dully stare towards where you previously were. The cheers of the Gods for their handpicked fighter, as well as the yelling of disgust towards your name had Hermes washed in an emotion of something he hadn’t felt in a while.

Utter hatred.

- He supposed that this was your fate, though. You did go against the Gods just to fight for a race like Humanity. But even so, Hermes was still your significant other. And he still cared for you. He’s just glad that he made you as happy as you could be in your final moments with him.

- And within the walls of his own home, it feels empty without you to be by his side in bed. Alone once again, and Hermes has to get used to it. His silence is what he will treat almost everyone with, although he will still do the tasks he is assigned to do. The only thing on his mind is you, and will forever be kept that way for as long as he lived.

𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟:

• Well, it was to be expected. And yet, Odin can’t help but have that gnawing pain at his own heart and soul. He can’t hear anything as he grips the arms of his chair until it breaks from his force. His silent glare is focused on the God that had made you shatter before his very eyes.

- Seeing how they had walked into the tunnel, victorious and happy at their own win… It made him sick. Especially when he saw the other Gods laughing and presumably yelling. He couldn’t hear them, but he knew what they were doing. They were making fun of you.

- He will make sure that they never make fun of you ever again with one deathly glare all aimed at them. Huginn and Muginn had flew off of his shoulders while the Gods quieted down. And with that, Odin had made his way out of the stadium, knowing fully well that he would never see you again.

- He kept himself stoic, and he kept himself normal. Though that nagging feeling never left his heart, so he chose to honor you in his own heart, keeping his feelings for you once again tucked away so he could stay normal. One more win for the Gods. Just a few more to go before the memories could be gone for one thousand more years.

[gayometer]

Hades leaves for a month long vacation, what could go wrong?

Well.....have a look:

Zeus has been trapped on Asgard's roof for the entire month.

Adamas is on the floor playing with yarn and chasing a lazer

Poseidon is dead grumpier cause he's been force fed by Hermes so he wouldn't die

Ares is in a corner crying

Hermes is a mess, he's been taken care of all those idiots for a month

Aphrodite is about to commit genocide

[lazyreddd]

。。。

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello again! i'm not familiar with tumblr so i hope i'm typing it in right place. anyway: can i ask for headcanons for hades, poseidon, thor and maybe harmes (if not too much) with virgin s/o; their first night together? thank you for your time!

Incredibly patient. As the de facto god of time in his father’s demise, he has all the time in the world.

He doesn’t want to rush them. In fact, he enjoys the waiting.

Incredibly romantic in his heart. So will want to make the evening special. Candles, champagne, the works.

Hades also takes his time during the act. Wanting to remember and mark every moan, movement, and shutter; as well as not hurt them.

Patient, but because sex isn’t really a high priority for him.

Maybe it’s because he’s been by himself most of his eons (humans are awful and his siblings are insufferable) but Poseidon has never really seen the interest in physical contact.

He is honestly not that much more experienced than they are.

He tries to make an effort to be affectionate, mostly because he knows that’s what is expected, but not the best at it. Could only consider having sex with someone he’s in love with.

Though he’s stoic by nature, his sex drive is actually quite high.

Sex and sexuality are a critical part of his faiths culture, so it’s obviously bled into him as well. He hasn’t had a virgin lover in a long time.

The thought actually makes him a little worried. Thor knows he is big, and when he’s excited he has impulse control issues.

He’ll make every effort to try and be gentle. But he can’t make any promises.

Probably the sweetest of the bunch. But…it’s not the full altruism that Hades would have.

Hermes believes in the power of wooing someone. Giving a person affection and what they want; which may just be the butler in him.

He likes to satisfy his lover. So by the time they actually have sex they are ready and open for him.

He may be depicted as the fastest god in most renderings of him, but this is one thing he’s certainly not fast at.

[kelolololol]

hermes is kinda..................yk.................................

[simpychocochan]

O god, I forgot to post my valentines artwork here-

Happy (late) Valentines from Hermes and Solo as well as Loki and Sigyn ♡

[ai-hiime]

Matching icon for u and the fam

Og image is here 🔗

[ror-hermes]

let me stack donuts on it

"Stack donuts on what exactly?"