#snv odin

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#196 It's mx steal yo girl!~

You among the fighters talking about their most impressive stolen items they took...

Zeus: So Mortal, What did you bring in?

Y/n*Smilling and grabs a control remote to turn on your projector screen to show...You are on a romantic date with Persephone who is having a good time* I stole Hades' Wife~

Hades*In shock looks at the pictures*...

Y/n: We went on a date, We had a magical time!~We kissed we had candyflos~...I've stolen her heart~ *Sees Zeus laughing his heart out* You find that amusing Zeus?

Zeus: I think thats fantastic!-

Y/n: You what else is fantastic?~I also took your wife~*Show the next shot of you and hear having a date and being lovey dovey*

Zeus*Smile drops as he sees Hera having the time of her life*

Y/n*Smirks and looks at Odin*Are you laughing Odin?

Odin: No, I dont laugh

Y/n*Nods and shows the next slide*oH, oKAY -Well it's probably good you weren't laughing cuz I also took your wife!*Shows Pictures of her and Freya on ANOTHER date*

Odin:...

Shiva*In shock with a smile completely dumfounded*

Y/n: You find that amusing Shiva?

Shiva: WHAT THE FUCK?-

Y/n*Smiles showing Shiva you on a date with his Wive's you being cuddled by them and getting kisses from all three*I also took your wives

Shiva*COMPLETLY losing it*-WHAT!?

Y/n: We hung out outside a Royal Oak Pak n Save~

Shiva*Wheezing and shaking his head smiling, holding his two arms up* I KNOW THE ONE, I TAKE THEM THERE TOO!~

Y/n*Looks now at the human side*Raiden, Took me a while to track your girl but I found her!~

The next screenshot...shows an inflatable sex toy woman, you behind her hugging her

Y/n*Looks at Adam*Dadam, I respect you too much

Adam*Smirking and holding his fist towards you*Thanks kiddo

Y/n*Fist bumps him back with a smirk*

[palesublimeduck]

♡

[yukisnowowl]

Meme for@sketchy-owl

Record Of Ragnarok EP 22

Y/N:Oh...daddy can you pass me the salt?

Adam/Odin:*both reach for the salt *

Odin

Adam

[gayometer]

Oh imagine this but Odin having one child who’s the younger sibling of Thor and Loki that’s like a ball of sunshine.

Like they are very kind to other people, always smiling, and just being a sweet person that people believe that all of the happiness that Odin and Thor ever would have show was take to create this Angel of pure innocence.

The light of my life

A family full of traumatized beings and then there's Y/N, a lil ball of light

Also I just realized this is like the first time I do Odin, poor dilf I got him in the shadow realm

Wherever he is, you are there too. No excuses.

Hunnin and Munnin are the most spoiled little birds in Valhalla, they can do no wrong in your eyes.

Loki would definitely try to lure you away with candy, it has worked and you always came back with a new hairstyle and clothes.

Who needs monkey bars when you have Thor?

No Odin doesn't have favorites, you just so happen to be there when he has free time.

We all know Thor and Odin have resting bitch faces, no one would believe that they get the sweetest smile whenever their little ball of sunshine his around.

Just how you spoil Hunnin and Munnin, Odin and your two big brother spoil you as well.

Odin will never leave you under the care of another god that isn't him, Thor or Loki. Yes even Loki is trusted more then other gods.

However that doesn't stop you from waddling your happy ass all the way to the Greek pantheon and playing with Aphrodite's hair or going to the Hindu pantheon and playing with Shiva and Ganesha.

[sketchy-owl]

~RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense 🤪~

Episode 11

*You are the one that has to fight against Odin*

Y/N:Is that all you got old man!?

Huginn: How dare you to speak that way to Odin sama,human!!!

Munnin:You will perish!!!!

Y/N:Ohhhhh I'm so scared

Odin:*attacks them*

*trips on a rock and luckily dodges Odin's attack*

Odin:.....

Y/N:*They fell on their face*

~No one dares to say a word~

*Y/N gets up*

Y/N:That was part of my strategy...

Huginn/Munnin:NO IT WASN'T!!!

*You can hear Loki's hysterical laugh on the background *

Y/N: Today I feel like a star.*nosebleed*

Odin:....

Y/N:.....a star....that has fallen on her own f*cking face. *gets ready to attack* But I'm still the star that will kick you ass.

Odin:...Fool...

[monochrome-cropcrown]

The fucking context is "Odin's Graduation Ceremony" 💀💀???

IS THIS A GRADUATION OR A TRIAL??? WHY'S ODIN STARING AT HERCULES LIKE HE COMMITTED A CRIME?? IS HEIMDALL CRYING TEARS OF JOY FOR THE GRADUATION OR JUST SCARED FOR HERCULES??

[riseofamoonycake]

Then maybe... something for Thor? 👉👈 anything 😚

I SAY YES

Arms of the Thunder

🌩️ Pairing: Thor x Female!reader

🌩️ Warnings: mention of forced and arranged marriage, angst

🌩️ Implied happy ending

🌩️ Thanks @praisethesuuun for the prompt!

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You didn't ask for it. For any of it.

And still it happened.

No one paid attention to your tears, to your prayers and implorings, to the desperation that danced in your eyes as soon as you heard the news, to the clothes that were crumpled after having squeezed them between your fingers until they were almost torn; adamant, your family, the same one that you thought had your happiness and well-being in mind, turned its back on you and left you alone, without caring about your broken heart and, indeed, looking at you with a compassion full of mockery.

Nothing but a spoiled child.

«But I… I don’t want to get married. I’m fine like this…» 

The proposal of Great Odin cannot be rejected. Do you understand it? He offers you a marriage with his son and you act like a little girl!

«But…»

No buts. Thor is strong, young and handsome, he is more than capable of looking after you and in time you will learn to love him. Trust us.

«I don’t think so, and I don’t want it!»

Grow up, Y/N. Grow up and open your mind, or stay in your misery. However, the decision does not change. You will marry The All Father’s son whether you want it or not. Clear?

Grow up… in these months of waiting, of a long suffered winter and missed spring, the only thing that has grown is your agony, your sadness, the silence and the immobility. The Nordic pantheon… why such a choice? Why the cold of the North, the beaches black like liquid ash, the endless nights? Why the deceptions of Loki Silvertongue, the terrible aura of Odin, and… Thor. Thor Lord of Thunder… Thor who never speaks, never smiles, who inspires fear, but not a single idea of ​​love. Thor… he cannot be your husband. He cannot be! Why? Why?

«It’s not fair… it can’t end like this», you keep repeating to yourself throughout the day, every hour and minute, week after week, locked in your room, unable to feel joy for small and big things, the thought of what will happen approaching unstoppable and cruel, all aimed at poisoning your every moment of freedom. The doors of the building where you reside are always closed, but it doesn’t matter, they could also be open and you wouldn’t escape anyway, because you have lost that impulse too; just as you lost and continue to lose weight, and color, and even your voice. If no one wants to listen, what is the point of using it?

Your family observes everything and doesn’t comment, and in the eyes of your siblings you read the annoyance: they consider all this a whim, the trampling of the toes of a woman who acts like a kid and doesn’t understand that things are done for her good, and therefore they persevere. The marriage arrangement that Odin has proposed is too convenient for the entire house, and that is why they flaunt the choice with pride, struggling to contain their anger at your behavior; they don’t even ask you why you have to act like this, so every day you distance yourself more and more from them, coming to hope that this marriage will at least have the benefit of taking you away from a nest that is no longer it.

Unexpectedly, it is Odin who responds to this silent invocation; Odin, who arrives at your house on a summer day and asks for the presence of the entire family, except you. You remain in the garden without a protest, patiently waiting for the meeting to end; nor are you upset when a flock of maids, led by your sisters, comes to take and drag you into the bathrooms to get ready and settled. Something big has just been decided, and it doesn’t take long to become known: «You have been invited to the palace of the Great Odin! Do you think about it? You will spend the summer with them, together with your fiancé! Are you not happy? My, my, how envious I am… I would like to be in your place!»

You breathe deeply and don’t reply, let yourself be washed, prepared and dressed up without a word, and you smile inside when your sisters frown and notice how every dress is too large and doesn’t suit you like before; you even sneer, seeing the spite in their faces, and allow yourself to hope. If Odin doesn’t find you attractive enough for Thor or simply not up to his standards, there is a chance he might break the contract; and that is what you want with all of yourself, every part of you reveals it.

For his part, the All Father does not comment when he sees you appear before him: he remains impassive observing you with his one eye and from the height of his person, and does not reveal either regret, affection, annoyance or satisfaction; he simply looks at you for a few moments, reading your soul like a book, and then turns away without a word. At this point, you know that you have to follow him wherever he wants to lead you. Despite your hopes, for now he hasn’t broken the agreement, so you barely respond to those who greet you, you don’t look anyone in the face, you wish never to return to this place; and you move on, because it can’t get worse. And you move on, because whatever lies ahead is all you still have left.

⛈️

As you suspected, the first thing that welcomes you is the cold: a chill that puffs on your face and then penetrates you through your nose and mouth, and takes up residence in your body. Odin’s handmaidens offer you cloaks, blankets, everything that can bring warmth; but you are unable to warm up and remain shivering in the middle of a strange building, too tall and too empty, which you already hate. You don’t even give it a glance, not even a chance to enter your heart, and you shut it out of you with resentment. Thus, erected in the center of the room like a statue and surrounded by a group of people whose words and questions you can barely hear, you only realize after some time that someone is observing you discreetly, without wanting to invade the space and take away the last fragment of freedom you have; and when you raise your eyes, you meet those of your betrothed.

Standing on one side of the room, his face half hidden by the white coat he is wearing, his gaze welcomes you without hurting you, it is not full of heat but not as cold as you thought; it is as if he is waiting to see what stirs in yours. His long sunset hair and the marks that pulsate on his skin are the only notes of color together with the golden irises, but they are traces of light that do not dazzle, which he seems to hold back on purpose so as not to scare you; and for some reason, for a few moments, you feel that he understood you, that he really saw you, and that he respects what you feel.

Maybe he also doesn’t want this marriage like I don’t want it?, you ask yourself as you look away, slightly uncomfortable, and close your eyes in sadness; when you reopen them, Thor is gone, and you mentally thank him for it ― as well as asking for his forgiveness. Now you realize: he is not to blame, he didn’t ask to have you as a guest now, nor as a wife later. Probably, if it had been for the god, none of this would have happened, and he had to bow to a higher law; in this, perhaps, he is more like you than anyone else.

However, it doesn’t help you appreciate the environment you find yourself in: the parties that light up the halls of your building, the carefree voices, the moments of joy and pure leisure couldn’t be further away, because here everything seems to be inspired to the severity, rigor and icy calm of winter…  even when it isn’t winter. Fortunately, the god you feared most, Loki, has not yet revealed himself and according to palace rumors he is too busy elsewhere to do so, and Great Odin has never officially requested your presence, although he always notes when you appear; but not even the other gods are great company, as if they don’t trust each other and prefer to keep their distance, without even spreading too many smiles. At another time, or if they were other people, you would consider them boring, pompous and not at all interesting; but the Norse deities are simply different from you, another level, another world. Even the storms that ravage these lands are something unknown to you: not intense and sudden rains scented with grass and rivers, not dry and fast thunder, not shades of green and puddles that fill roads and woods; but blizzards of ice and snow, flashes of white and blue, rumblings near and far that last for days, anguishing darkness that is lost in a sky with a womb so deep that you can’t see its end. That void, that inverted abyss that instead of making you sink swallows you from above, terrifies you and makes you huddle in on yourself while you observe the black clouds from behind the curtains of one of the corridors of the building and wonder when they will go away, if after another day of storm there will finally be the blessing of the sun; and as you blanch for a thunder, this time so close that even the glass and walls shake, you immediately realize the presence of someone next to you and slowly move your gaze to the figure of Thor, who has silently appeared at your side.

The god looks at you for a few moments, then gently takes the curtain from your hands and covers the window, leaving the sky outside the building. «You are very pale. Are you feeling good?»

You remain silent for a moment, intent on listening to the sound of his voice: it is the first time you have heard it. Then, you pass a hand over your face and try with all your being to hold on words that come out anyway. «I don’t want to be here», you murmur, «I don’t want…» I don’t want you.

«You are freezing. You are not used to this cold yet, you need to cover up more.» Not at all hurt or affected by your words, his face impassive, Thor takes off his white coat and in an instant wraps you in it, rolling up your sleeves and arranging the collar so that it can keep your neck and shoulders warm, tightening it a little to make it adhere better to your body.

You let him do it without replying or moving and you watch with curiosity as your person disappears inside the garment, too long and wide for you but actually warm and comfortable, then you stare at the face of your betrothed and frown. «Why are you doing all this? I behave ungratefully, I tell you that I don’t want to stay here and in return you keep me protected from the cold. Why?» This time the tone becomes pleading: you really wonder what pushed him to approach you, what makes him talk, why with you. Does he feel pity? Guilt, or embarrassment?

This time, the God of Thunder doesn’t reply, but only looks at you. You don’t force any other words and remain silent as well, listening to the storm calming down a little and becoming the closest thing to a peaceful night. You hug Thor’s coat tighter and he adjusts it again, then a hand stops on your head and your hair receives a light stroke, a delicate touch that is the kindest you have received in days, which remains despite being so fast that it can seem like an imagination, a dream.

Outside, the rain drips slowly from the roof and slides on the windows, tracing its patterns; and suddenly it smells of grass, of waterfalls, of home. Inside, you find yourself caressing the white coat with your fingertips, closing your eyes and savoring all the warmth and calm that is descending on your body. The cold is no longer there, now, and when Thor looks at you again to check on your condition, you can’t help but smile a bit. «Thank you», you whisper then, letting the words die and no longer disturb you.

Thor nods his head, then his arm remains close to you. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, then lower your eyelids and let the night win over the world and prepare what will follow.

Maybe, tomorrow won’t be so terrible to live through.

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Submissive!Poseidon, Jataka, Odin, and Buddha x GN!Reader. I wrote mostly with Amab reader in mind(save for Jataka's), but you can interpret it as a strap. Features cum swallowing(reader), fingering, hand jobs, masturbation, face fucking, penetration, and riding. Tags are overall in order. Kinda proofread

You love a man with the makings of a whore. And gods if Poseidon didn't fit the bill.

The murderous look in his eyes only fueled the speed of your fingers further, three cum-covered digits fucking his tight, pink hole. Merciless in the way you pound his prostate, sadistic in how you watch the pleasure make his legs tremble and twitch. He's panting, biting his lips raw even as you encourage him to let it all out. Cum covers his chest, and when you lean over him to run your tongue through it, he can't help the way his eyes roll back.

Sweat pours by the bullets from the exertion; still, you didn't let up, didn't stop pumping his sensitive dick, or sucking at its leaking, red tip. When you noticed how he'd clench when you nipped his nipples or tore at the sheets when you ran your teeth across his neck, you took advantage.

You couldn't help but adore him. He doesn't even realize how perfect of a slut he is.

His back arches, a perfect curve that you latch onto twice as tight, nails digging into his waist as he groans at the loss of contact on his cock.

You bend down and wrap your lips around it fully, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue made quick work of the beading precum there. You don't take your eyes off his pretty face once, and thank the gods you didn't.

His eyebrows knit, eyelashes fluttering over clouded blue eyes rolled to the whites as his mouth opened wide, a sound more addictive than siren song meeting your ears.

In your mouth, it throbbed once, twice, then-

Poseidon cries out, angry tears filling his eyes as you finger him through his nth orgasm of the night.

It was funny, watching how his face heated as you touched yourself in front of him. Moaning his name, keeping your legs wide so he could get an eyeful. He said he wanted to experience true happiness- you were just showing him.

"Look at me, Jataka. Watch, and see how happy you make me- how happy I could make you."

He inhales sharply, untouched cock twitching hard at your words. He looks so innocent, all flustered and twitchy, unable to make proper eye contact. His hands float around, restless as if they didn't know what to touch first, or even if they should.

You take your hand, the one you used, and grasp his chin, gentle though firm.

The pad of your thumb is fixed against his bottom lip- pillow soft. You can't resist the urge to reach in deeper, give him a taste of joy.

And he, oh, he can taste it all on his tongue one tentative lick later. It's sweet and salty, a perfect mix that has him sucking on your thumb in search for more.

And more you give him. Fucking his pretty face, grinding on his eager tongue. As you approached your climax, pride swelled in your heart and your groin as his big hands wrapped nervously around his own cock.

Odin is quite a formidable figure. But little does the world know, he's your bitch.

"It's not even all the way in yet. Were you always this pathetic?"

He groans, and you roll your eyes. His hands are tied above his head, but there was truly no need for any bondings- he'd hold his hands in place all by himself if you told him to.

You stroke his thighs, false disappointment apparent in your sigh. "Look at yourself. On the verge of cumming untouched long before I can even fuck you in true. Maybe I should shorten the foreplay next tim-"

"No."

"No?"

"Please. No. I can take it." You smirk, amusement sparkling in your eyes as you take him in. He was never an expressive God, even in the bedroom, his facial expression rarely had any big changes, and he was one hell of a silent soldier save for a few grunts.

But finally, fucking finally, you've gone and done it. You flipped the script on him- touched and stroked and fucked on him, and you can't get enough of all the sounds he makes. The way his muscles flex when you bend him every which way, how sweat travels down his forehead when he's struggling to take you, how his eyes roll back when he cums hard.

He doesn't break eye contact as he takes your arms in his hands, pulling you closer, trying to pull you deeper. "I can take it. Move."

You chuckle, grabbing his waist. "Never one to shy away from what you want, ey love?"

He doesn't get to answer as you bury yourself deep in one thrust right after.

Buddha was made for this. He finds he's experienced no greater freedom than when under your control.

"Fuck."

The cocky bastard smirks above you, riding you hard with his hand gripping your shoulder even harder. The other is on the headboard, claws puncturing the wood. You moan, and his lips are quick to swoop down and swallow it, never faltering his speed. The kiss is excited, feverish, and you dig blunt nails into the soft skin of his ass. The clap of skin on skin is hypnotic, and you start to think, 'I'd let him fuck me like this forever,'

And there it is. He's fucking you. What, were you gonna kiss his toes next? Who's the boss here, you... or him?

You, of course. And you were finally gonna act like it.

You trail your fingers along his raised arm, replacing the headboard with your hand. You clasp his tight, kissing his knuckles. You do the same with the other hand, and in the confusion of your changed intensity, he slows down. In the same second, you flip him over and capture him in a kiss. Your tongue traces his sharp canines, brushing sensually over his own tongue. You can taste candy on it still. Raspberry flavored.

Your hips snap forward, and he moans into the kiss. It doesn't end when you pull away; mouths wide, your tongues intertwine, sucking and tasting each other. It's heaven to your senses, pleasure overriding every coherent thought.

You set a brutal pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. And good fuck, he's smiling about it. Full on grinning as spit leaks down the side of his mouth and his dick bounces between you. You move your grip to encompass both his wrists.

As your hand wraps around his dick, he laughs. It's a beautiful sound, accompanied by his walls choking your cock and him throwing his head back as he cums, pearly white ropes coating both your chests.

Yet, you keep going. You fuck him hard, and smile when laughter turns to sobs.

[dailysnvlokipanels]

Odin&Loki

[incorrect-record-of-ragnarok]

Odin: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Hades: Have everyone stand. Zeus: Bring three more chairs! Adamas: The most important ones can sit down. Poseidon: Kill three.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#168 Daddy-

The Apple Family having dinner with the Odison family...After the last failed attempt of you introducing Odin...to be your BF...

Y/n*Eating happily with your family and your boyfriend's family too*Daddy can you pass the salt?

Adam & Odin*Smiles reaching for the salt*Ofcourse Appletart-/Sure thing-

Adam & Odin*Both freeze and look at each other*...

Thor & Abel*Both subtly scooting away with their plates*

Cain & Loki*Smirking and wooping out popcorn*Dramaa~

Sequel to:

[palesublimeduck]

...I just know he's MAD THICC too

the genetics have to come from somewhere

Also why are they all so cakey??

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

Thor knows something’s up with Odin

I guess his dad never smiles much without something being wrong

[kanroji-san]

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Сoincidence? I don't think so!

Damn, i like that couple to be honest (¬‿¬ )

[sketchy-owl]

RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense 😊

Episode 22

~Happy Fathers day!~

Child Y/N: Daddy!!Daddy look!!*holding a drawing*

Adam:What a beautiful drawing you did Y/N.*smiles* Is that me?

Child Y/N:*smiles* Yes!!

Adam:Oh,you sure made your dad look awesome! I'm not that good looking!

Child Y/N:*puff her cheeks* Daddy is the most attractive man in the world!! When I grow up I wanna marry him!!

Adam:*chuckles* "So cute"

~Present~

Adam:"Haaaa those were good times"

Eve:Y/N will be here soon with her partner please...be gentle with them.

Adam:Eve you don't have to worry. I will welcome them regardless who they are. "I cannot say they will be safe if they are a man"*dark smile*

Cain/Abel:"Is written on your face that you will kill them if they are a male"

*The bell rings*

Eve:Y/N is here!*happy and goes to open the door*

Y/N:Hi mom!! *smiles and hugs her*

Eve:Oh welcome back Y/N!! My sweet child! Oh and you must Y/N's part-...

Odin:I'm...Odin....pleased to meet you.

The whole family had the same thought:"HE IS SO OLD THAT HE COULD BE HER FATHER/ME"

Y/N:I brought an apple pie for you Dad! Happy Father's Day!!

Adam:....T-thank you darling*force a smile*

~During dinner~

Y/N:*smiles and eats* Huginn, Munnin are you enjoying the food.

Huginn:It's good

Munnin:*eating everything *

Abel:...."Everything seems fine??..."*sweating*

Cain:"Dad seems calm....I wonder why"*scared as fuck*

Eve:*looks at her husband*

Adam*thinking about 1000 ways to kill Odin* "Why did she choose him!? My precious little girl!"

Y/N:Oh...daddy can you pass me the salt?

Adam/Odin:*both reach for the salt *

Abel/Cain/Huginn/Munnin: "Oh shit"

Eve: "Oh sweet heaven"

Adam:Odin.....I think you need a check up on your hearing...she said Daddy...*ready to jump on Odin"

Y/N:*embarrassed looks at Odin* "Please do not say something to provocate him"

Odin:Your daughter calls me daddy too.

Adam:.....*jumps on Odin and punches him*

Y/N:DAD NO!

[Owlie note: thank @luxthestrange they chose Odin for this xD]

[gayometer]

Can i request the such happiness in a dull place where the little reader is just so amazed at the war and battle stories ( obvi taking the violent stuff out) that odin and thor have with them being warriors. I can just imagine odin and thor silently trying to one up each other and loki just being riddled with jealously in the background. Thanks.

We're informing them! (They're flexing)

My bitch being jealous, what a sight man

Also not Odin's crusty ass trying to one up his son-

He was pleasantly surprised that you actually had an interest in his storys, so as the God of Thunder and the biggest warhead with stories longer then his hair, he started telling you.

Sure, he took away the violence and mightve shortened them to some degree but the most important points are still there.

Thor doesn't comment that he's trying to one up Odin, he is, but he isn't gonna admit it.

"Back in my day" ok no, he doesn't actually say that (but it would be funny if he did), he denies he tries to one up Thor, he just has more battle experience ya know?

Odin has told you plenty if stores, even the one about the wall and the horse, he lied about the distraction tho, but your laugh was worth it.

Even Hunnin and Munnin join in to this stuff, they find it amusing that such a sweet soul is so interested in war stories.

Odin has unofficially made war stories your bed time stories.

Look a lil closer and you might see the steam come out of his ears and head.

Thor says it's his brain damage

Don't get me wrong, he does enjoy seeing two ancient ass beings (mostly Odin) one upping each other, to him it looks like a petty human game.

He'll never say that out loud tho-

Loki has told you some stories of him causing trouble cause he was bored, he was surprised that you found them funny and not irritating. It was a nice lil suprise to him.

Not me coming back from the bed-

Writers block is a bitch