#snv odin x reader

[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:

[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.

[nameless-flame]

RoR gods reactions to you calling Poseidon a 💅Drama Queen💅

RoR and fem!Reader crack below the cut

Seated along the round table, various prominent figures of each pantheon waited, some more patiently than others, for the mortal standing before them to reveal what she had summoned them for.

[Name] cleared her throat, putting an end to the idle chatter that had previously filled the walls of the old-fashioned conference room. "I have called you to this meeting to discuss a matter of utmost importance."

Shiva rolled his neck, allowing his eyes to freely wander between the faces of the gods – all deemed to be high figures in their respective pantheon – some even belonging to the same one. And yet, there was one man missing.

Leaning his chair back, the God of Destruction balanced himself with two hands holding onto the edge of the table, whilst his remaining two rested behind his head. "Where's that sea deity?"

Shooting a glare in Shiva’s direction, [Name] resumed talking. “If you had not so rudely interrupted me you would have known why.”

The blue man merely rolled his eyes. He had long before grown used to her more… unmannerly way of addressing them. Her disrespectful attitude had at first irked him, and many other deities, but eventually whatever ill feelings they initially harboured toward her soon evolved into intrigue, and later friendship. Some even more than that.

Seeing how the god had not argued back, the human continued. "As for why Sea Boy isn’t here with us today, I didn’t invite him.”

Hades’ brows flickered and he paused his chess match with Zeus. “I presume this meeting concerns my brother?”

[Name] gave the God of the Underworld a curt nod. “I’ll just get straight to the point so to not further waste our time. Can we all come to common agreement that Poseidon is the biggest drama queen in history?"

Hades didn’t know what was more worrisome; her odd exclaim, or the fact that no one had so much as reacted to it. Have things like this truly become the norm?

Most eyes darted to Apollo, and then lingered there, before returning to her, obviously questioning her statement. However, [Name] did not yield under their distrustful stares but continued speaking without any less conviction. "Yes, sure. Some might argue that the twink has some dramatic traits as well."

Apollo craned his neck in her direction, no longer staring in the reflection of his hand mirror. "Why are we listening to her, again?"

“Because they’d rather be here than at one more of your lame parties.” Apollo furrowed his brows, but ultimately decided to just massage the tense muscles of his temples, not desiring to start a fruitless dispute with her.

“But we are not here to talk about Apollo, but Poseidon – the biggest drama queen I have ever encountered in my entire life.”

Beelzebub sighed, tapping his foot impatiently against the marble floor. He just wanted to return to his research. “How did you even come to such an irrational conclusion?”

Standing tall, [Name] placed her hands on her hips. “Irrational? Do you guys truly not see it?” Blank stares were shot in her direction, only Heracles and Ares had the decency to shake their heads.

“Well then, allow me to provide you with an example; If a fly were to land on that drama queen’s shoulder, he would not hesitate to drown all their villages, slaughter their children, and then feed their corpses to the nearest animal.”

Loki snickered, obviously finding some amusement in what he deemed to be an exaggerated story. [Name] ignored him and continued. “And then, to truly top it off, after exterminating an entire species he would just act as normal, as if his reaction was more than justifiable.”

“She does have a point,” the serene voice of Aphrodite spoke. “Poseidon’s reactions do tend to be quite… overbearing at times.”

Rosaline dragged a hand through her hair in hope that the motion would soothe her racing mind. “And I know this to be true because that fly is a metaphor for us humans. I literally bumped into him just the other day, and this bitch-”

A warning glare from Hades.

“This very fine gentleman acted like I gave him the bubonic plague.” Loki and Shiva broke into a fit of laughter. The Hindu god even toppled off his chair, but that didn’t seem to encourage him from continuously laughing his ass off.

[Name] rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, continue howling all day long you buffoons, but I think I singlehandedly made him wish for a second Ragnarok.” This only made the duo double over, trying to choose between drying their tears or holding their stomachs. It was a good day for Shiva to have four arms.

Hermes, however, coaxed his brows. “Do you mean to tell us that you came in contact with Lord Poseidon without invoking his wrath?”

[Name] cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t I just tell you that he looked like he wanted to pierce me into a shish kebab?”

Hades moved his king one square forward on the chessboard, the slight click when the piece hit the wood gaining her attention. “That is not what he meant, my dear. If our brother is truly angry, he will not hesitate to kill whoever is around him. The fact that you are still alive indicates that he had no desire of ending your life.”

Odin nodded from the seat beside his son, who was staring out of the window, wishing for this conversation to come to an end.

"This!” [Name]’s sudden outburst caught the attention of everyone in the room, including the socially withdrawn God of Thunder. “This is what I mean when I call him dramatic! You have just grown used to his actions. Look, I don't mind his exaggerated reactions, but he needs a bit of variation.”

[Name] began pacing around the room, her back straight and chin held high, while holding a stick in her hand. Where did she even get that?

“Someone breathes the same air as me? Dead.” Everyone’s eyes widened.

She was imitating Poseidon.

“Someone accidentally steps on my foot? Dead. Someone has the audacity to look me straight in the eye? Dead.” She stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “Like, come on. Try something new for once, please."

Zeus stroked his long beard. "Wait, let me get this straight. You mean to tell us that your problem with Poseidon is not his behaviour, but that it has grown old?"

[Name] slammed her hands against the table, making the glasses along the wine bottles on it shake with the sudden force. “Yes!”

“This meeting is over.” Hades declared, already walking away. It did not take long for the other deities to follow him, Loki and Shiva needing to crawl out from all their excessive laughing.

“Fine, go! But don’t come crying to me when you guys realize I was right!”

“We won’t,” cooed Zeus.

…

“Hades?”

“Yes, Zeus?”

The King of the Gods blinked, not believing his eyes. “Why is Poseidon drowning that entire meadow?”

Before the two deities stood their brother, sending wave after wave into a beautiful landscape of green hills and the most gorgeous of flowers.

Hades sighed, running a hand through his white hair. “To kill the flies.”

Zeus turned his head to his brother, already dreading his next answer. “Why?”

The King of the Underworld gulped, cursing that mortal for how correct she had been. “Because a fly had landed on his shoulder.”

[bones4thecats]

hiii sorry and please can i request T-T

Tansaisekun!fem reader (like before) x Odin and anubis (seperately)

Soo im pretty bored since that can i request how a day in the life of reader and their lover and child would be , just fluff and pure crack and how would they find when one of their close friend are being bullied(jokingly) by the mischevious calamity Goddess??

(something like this)

Alright thats all tyyy

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Odin and Anubis Name: {Character} x Tansai Sekun! Reader with their Child Requester: @lizuannn Original Request: Here

A/N: I haven't written for these Record in Ragnarok characters to much, so they may kinda be a hint OOC. So I'll apologize in advance just in case.

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🪶 Everyone is so confused on how the hell you both even got along because of your differing personalities, not to mention started a relationship

🪶 Not many knew, but the reason he loved you was your differences, whenever he compared himself and his constant stoic expression to your more upbeat and sadistic smile-covered face, he would feel a flutter in his chest

🪶 When you guys heard you were expecting your first child, nobody was more shocked than Zeus, who never expected his oldest ally to have children of his own, he even bet his fellow Gods on it!

🪶 Now the guy owes around one million things of different kinds of money to different Deities, what a dumbass

🪶 Anyways, Odin was on the edge of having a child, he didn't want the kid to be 'on-the-edge' of sanity, that may end up causing mass chaos on the entirety of Valhalla

🪶 But, when your son, Thor, came in the world, he resembled his father far more than his mother, which made you tease him for it, trying to get him to smile more often than not

🪶 You bonded with Loki far more because of your sadism, and it wasn't new to your son or husband to see you both messing around with another God with your classic sadistic smile

🪶 The closest you have ever gotten to being the sadistic mother-son duo with Thor is whenever you were talking about bloody battles you both participated in, and hearing you both stay so calm while describing a mutilation honestly scares everyone within hearing-distance, your husband is even on edge around you more now

🪶 Now, everyone knew that you teased everyone. But when, during a Gods' Council meeting, you began to screw around with Zeus, driving him to the near-brink of insanity, Odin just mentally face-palmed, how does he put up with you?

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🐶 What a surprise? The happy-sadist and the insane-golden-retriever Deities have now gotten together!

🐶 Anubis was known for his happy-go-lucky and partially sadistic personality, while you were known for your full-blown sadism to anything that walked, especially if the thing was humanoid

🐶 You guys got along quite well before it was announced that you guys were, in fact, a couple and were intending to marry one another once the day arrived, and it didn't shock anyone, you guys were quite similar and lived off the other's energy

🐶 No, your relationship didn't shock anyone who heard about it, rather, they were shocked when they heard you guys were expecting a child

🐶 Once your daughter, which you both named Kebechet, came into the world, anybody who looked at her could tell, she was definitely going to be as compulsive with her actions like you and her father was

🐶 As she aged, she showed more signs of a small-sadistic side hatching inside of her like a seed growing into a blooming apple tree

🐶 Anubis loves playing with his child, and most of the time, it ended up with them playfully bickering as you would film it to show off to the rest of the Egyptian Pantheon

🐶 Due to her more sadism showing, many began to fear the three of you being together in the same room whenever announcing something that they knew would at least aggravate one of you, since it most likely would result in all of you getting angry

🐶 Now, Anubis was fairly close to Hades, since their occupations involved being around one another sometimes, since Anubis brought souls to the Underworld while Hades ruled said land and measured each soul that passed

🐶 When he was dropping off a small group of souls and he saw you floating around the head of his friend's, Anubis smiled and was about to call your name when he faltered, seeing Hades jump as you summoned a small lump of what looked like body parts

🐶 Watching as you still pressured Hades into snapping, Anubis decided to take a break and watch. Why not? Two of his favorite people messing around? Yes please

[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...

[togetherhearted]

Found a milestone specials in the comment so here's the last one.

MILESTONE SPECIAL:

Odin - You don't need to leave so soon

A rare occasion this was for you. Seeing Odin seemingly appreciating tea time with you made your heart flutter in the slightest way. You had a peculiar relationship with the old god. He wasn't the type to appreciate company but you were one of the exceptions A huge honor for you in fact. Your occasional encounters were pleasant but short and soon you found yourself packing to leave the balcony. -You don't need to leave so soon...- His voice stopped you with a book midair. -Are you su- -Yes- Your eyes grew larger and and smiled at his words.

Sasaki - Don't pull away. Not yet.

As a cascade of tears went down your cheeks a pair of strong arms enveloped you;pulling you close to a firm and warm chest. -Hey...it's all right. I got you-  Sasaki shushed you with a lazy smile. His hand found home in your hair;running his fingers in a comforting manner. His other arm kept you close as you hugged him back. You let your tears free till you stopped crying. You were about to leave his embrace. -Don't pull away. Not yet- Sasaki said to you calmly -I know you still need more of my hugs- You just nodded and hugged him some more. He was more than right in that moment.

[samyanggs]

If it's okay to ask. Could you write how Odin would court someone he's interested in? Love your writing ❤️

Odin courting someone (you)

All of these are headcannons !! I'm rusty with writing so I'm sorry if this is bad..

Odin isn't one to like people so easily so him liking you was a shock to many.

subtly brushes his hand against yours

he seems cold and uncaring to you when around others but in private he pampers you.

His stone-cold face is permanently stuck there but you can make him crack a small smile when you care for him.

He's used to people being afraid of him, but you weren't afraid of him when you saw him instead being afraid of him you were polite and kind to him regardless of his status and looks.

Pampers you despite your insistence that it was unnecessary.

keeps you close to him because he's overprotective.

the moment he notices someone give you a nasty look or treats you badly he takes care of them (read: glares at them with a silent warning)

doesn't know how to comfort you when you're feeling down so he spoils you with things you like, like candy, gifts and etc or he just spends time you with you trying to make you feel better.

[yuko-kakubami]

hey this is a bit of a triggering topic but can you make some hcs for the Nordic gods’s reaction to the reader dying in one of the thirteen rounds? If you can’t it’s okay

Warning:: Mention of death

Reader Pronouns:: they/them

Chars. Involved:: Odin, Loki, Heimdall, Thor, Forseti [Record of Ragnarok]

A/N:: this has not been proofread but it took me a few hours to make, hope you like

Odin

Overall Odin really only cares about power, and how well his sons make him look

If Odin cares about you, then you must have done something great, like really great!

Maybe you are married to one of his sons or maybe even married to him but whatever it is if you get him to care, it is a big deal

If you’re a human

Your death won’t have so big of an effect on him, unless you win his trust, if you didn’t win his trust he would smirk and feel relief

If you won his trust and he cares, his mourning for your death will be in silence

He will shut everyone out and snap at people who try to comfort him

He will also hide away from everyone

Odin would then keep you in his memories and admire how admirable you were compared to most humans

He won’t cry but you will always be in the back of his mind and he will think about you

He would wonder why he acted so awful to you

If you’re a god

You best believe he would be pissed, even if he hated you, he’d be pissed, he wants humanity gone and if he was going to root for his enemy then he would, if it got the humans gone, he would cheer you on in silence

If he cared about you, similar to his reaction as a human death, he would shut himself out

There are five stages of grief, his longest stage is denial, he will never turn to acceptance

He will make it a goal to get revenge and kill the one who killed you, even if it was against the rules

If anyone brings up your name after you die, good or bad talk, he will yell at them and demand them to stop

Loki

In all fairness Loki may seem like he doesn’t care about death…. And well he doesn’t, unless he trusts you

Ironically, gaining his trust isn’t hard so it’s slightly easy to be one that he cares about, just be kind, and be a god, if you aren’t a god have high talent that only a god would possess

He likes to pick on people that he trusts, and family so while it may seem like a trickster thing, it is, but it’s also a sign of affection so we know he isn’t completely heartless and he DOES care

If you’re a human

Wow, you died?!

He totally didn’t see that coming (not being sarcastic either, he actually didn’t see that coming)

You were so powerful… why… why now? Of course it was a work in his favor with the fights but…. Was it really worth it if he lost someone like you

His “boredom” of watching the fight would be gone, as hard as it would be to admit it, he would be hurt

Not crying, but hurt

“B-but wait that wasn’t supposed to happen! Y/n can’t actually be dead!”

“Since when was y/n a loser?! That’s not fair”

His memory of you would be something he would hold close but try to act tough about

If you’re a god

“Y/n lost to a human? How pitiful!”

He would be a mix of disappointed and angry

He would rage, and break a few things, probably ending up in a fight with a random person

Not a fight for the thirteen rounds but just a fight with someone random

He’s mad at you for dying but hurt that you left, he wouldn’t be sure if he should be more mad or sad

You best believe that his family will have to deal with his anger issues

He doesn’t forgive you for dying, nor does he forgive the one who killed you

Either way, your death takes a toll on him

Heimdall

Heimdall is another one that seems like death doesn’t phase him, well I got news, it DOES phase him! As an announcer/ commentator/ news reporter, your emotions are SUPPOSED to be held back! I can promise you that certain deaths will internally destroy him (and in my opinion it seemed like he felt bad when Adam and Lu Bu’s army died)

Firstly, it is easy to gain his trust, he trusts nearly everyone, no he trusts everyone

If he doesn’t trust you than you must have really done something messed up to him, like REALLY messed up

Secondly, he cares dearly about both humanity and the gods, he doesn’t see you as less than if you’re a human

If you’re a human

If he doesn’t care for you, he will still feel bad and keep it hidden, only because he’s announcing

If he does care about you, you best believe he’s going to let out a tear but try to show no pain, again because he’s announcing

“And the winner for this round is-” would be whenever you would hear a voice shake, as if he held back tears but let no feeing out

His mourning would take place after the tournament, where he’d cry in his room

He’d be in agony knowing that after your death in Valhalla there’s nothing left and you’re gone forever

He wishes he could have said goodbye or even saved you from your fate

He would have multiple breakdowns in private, knowing you died in pain and wishing he could have helped you

If you’re a god

He would be in the same amount of pain if you were a god

He wouldn’t wish death on the human who killed you but he would wish he could have taken your place instead

He would blame himself for your death

He would also have dreams of you coming back and saying everything is fine, even hugging him or kissing him on the cheek or forehead in his dream

Then would wake up and realize that you were never coming back

His biggest regret would be that he didn’t take your spot in the arena since you both are gods

His cheerfulness and happiness would die with you

Thor

Thor gets attached to people easily, especially if they’re his competition and they hold as much power as him, if not more (we saw how hurt he was about killing Lu Bu)

He is shy and introverted, his sadness will show but he doesn’t like to talk to people so chances are, nobody would hear about him grieving over you

Once he gets attached to you he isn’t affectionate or comforting, he admires from a distance or by fighting with you

Either way, he’s impressed by you and you mean a lot to him

If you’re a human

He would stay quiet about it, it would be clear that he is in pain but nobody would hear from him

If he didn’t like you, he would still show no emotion, but he would remember you

If he cared about you, he’d feel bad of course but he would also celebrate your life and bravery

He may have a few drinks to himself, all in which would be in memory of you

“This one goes to you, y/n” he’d say before taking a shot of vodka or tequila

“You may have lost but you did good… you did good”

If you’re a god

He wouldn’t let your memory go in vein, similar to if you were a human, he would celebrate your life

If others ask him about you, he’d say you fought till the very end and that you were a warrior

Thor would still be in pain about your death, hearing your name would get him feeling sad but there would be a huge amount of pride that would come with the sadness

You may have lost but he will always see you as a winner, in his eyes you were the victor

He would talk to you as if you were still alive with him

“Nice day today isn’t it, y/n?”

Or “I wish you were here to see this”

He is never ashamed of you and is proud to say that he was a part of your existence

Forseti

We all know Forseti is bias but I also think he had a somewhat soft spot for Chen Gong so he may have a care for humans

Gaining his trust is easy if you’re a god, if he cares about you as a human, great, gaining his trust wasn’t too hard either but it definitely wasn’t easy either

I also want to point out that Forseti is VERY clingy and emotional, also prone to having breakdowns or panic attacks (from what we saw in the flashback scene with Thor) so if he gets attached to you, you are glued to him

If you’re a human

If you were close to Forseti, he would have a breakdown, he’d crumble emotionally

You were one of the only humans who actually stood out to him, you were one of the only, if not the only human to care about him, chances are he loved you, even if it wasn’t romantically it sure was platonically

“Of all humans why y/n?” He’d ask himself

Unlike the others, he wouldn’t be afraid to break down in tears, scream, sob, lose control in public, he will make his pain heard to everyone

Not for sympathy but because he is actually that hurt, he can’t live without you

He doesn’t want you gone, he NEEDS you by his side

You would be on his mind for the rest of his time

If you’re a god

What?! You lost?!

He saw you die before his own eyes! You were supposed to live! You were a god! You needed to win!

He felt as if he saw his own life before him escape, like Thor, he probably idolized you, and now he saw one of his idols die

It would take him about five to ten seconds to process that you were dead, after those seconds, he would wail and sob like a child

You were incredible! You were everything! You meant so much to him!

“Y/n did nothing wrong! Y/n was perfect and you killed them!” He would shout as the surviving contestant stepped out of the arena

Your death would forever haunt him, and he would hold a grudge against humanity

Similar to Heimdall, he would have dreams about you coming back and would often show you physical affection in his dreams

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#171 Reverse Parenting?

Outside the Norse pantheon Odin is visiting his son's new living space, Loki hears a LOUD engine revving, As he peeks out to see who is making that noise

Odin*Peeks as well to see and sees You in a motorcycle and a leather jacket and thug look*

Y/n*Puts shades up and looks at them, With two fingers pointing at Odin and then at the seat behind them*...

Odin: Ha! It's Y/n

Loki: That's not the Y/n I know...

Odin: That's not the Y/n I know, either...But I kinda like it

Thor*Goes to stop him using his body to cover the door*Where do you think you're going, young man?

Odin: Wherever they'll take me

Loki: We forbid you to go out with that hoodlum!?

Odin: But, Sons, I love them

Thor*Eyes widen and frowns pointing up the stairs*Go to your room!

Odin*Sniffles and frowns*...I don't even live here!

Loki*Blinks,stutters*W-Well, go to the first room I used that I turned into a scrapbooking room!?

Odin frowns as he runs up the stairs to his old room, he runs out to open the window to see you

Loki*Opens the door and growls at you*Get off my property, Thugs Y/n!

Odin*In Loki's scrapbooking room*My love!

Y/n*Pointing at Odin* I'll come back for ya!

VOLVERE PIMPOLLO!!!- For real thanks to @sketchy-owl for heloing me on this one...not the sons grounding their younger dad-!!!

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Idk if the formatting will stay corrupted when I post this ask but it was mad regular when it was just sitting in my inbox?? but uh, Gods bless. I dont think I'm all that good at sub reader, and I may be ass at writing insecurities as I gotta be careful not to trigger myself lol, but I am gonna enjoy writing this thanks for requesting me beautiful (Also, I'm not much of a daddy person but I LOVE Master kinks.)

A/N: OMFG TUMBLR FUCKEF AND I HAD TO DELETE AND REWRITE EVERYTHINGGGG

I proofread like half of it yall imma do the rest in a couple days💀✋🏾

Fem!Sub!Insecure!Reader x Soft Dom Odin || NSFW lol || Breeding kink, Master/Slave use (ion know too much bout that dynamic lmao so you gon have to bare wit me), insecurities, and raw dogging (my staple)

Odin can't help but notice the slump of your shoulders, persistent ever since the other day. You'd gone to see Aphrodite for the first time, wanting to greet the entire greek pantheon personally upon your introduction as his wife. You left all smiles and laughter, yet despite saying it'd gone well, you possessed an air of sadness about you, and it's lingered throughout the week.

You sigh again, pulling him from his pondering. Your seat in the windowsill is backed by a view of the gray sky, ice cold rain pounding the glass. You have to be cold.

You jump upon finding your husband behind you, wrapping you lovingly in a thick blanket. The expression on his face is uncharacteristically soft, and in your heart you know he loves you... but why?

Why does he love you, when women as beautiful as Aphrodite exist? The lowest ranking goddesses glow with divinity, an inhuman shine to their very aura that you could never recreate. When you entered that room, you'd never felt more mortal. You were drawn to them, their beauty and grace calling out to you, leaving you with no choice but to gaze in awe.

You think you feel tears on your waterline.

How could he truly love you when surrounded by women like that?

"Women like that?"

You blink, feeling the warm tears slide down your cheeks as your face heats up. You didn't mean to say that aloud, by the gods. But it's too late now, and his simple question and deadpan face have broken the dams you worked so hard to maintain all week.

"Women like that! Like Aphrodite, like the other goddesses. They're beautiful my love, beautiful in a way I can't compare."

He tries to speak, but you rush over him, the snot filling your nose choking your speech and corrupting your voice. "How can you caress my scars when presented with unblemished skin? Look me in my eyes when theirs sparkle with such power? How can you even stand my voice! The goddesses of this forsaken place sound as lovely and hypnotic as sirens, even when their screeching at the top of their damned lungs!"

You cough, gasping for air. You hadn't taken a breath in that entire monologue. Your throat hurts from screaming, and at some point, you'd stood up and thrown away the cover he gave you. The cold air from the window spread goosebumps across your back, down your legs and arms. But it was fear that made you tremble, fear he'd see the logic in your words and leave you in the dust. Fear you'd walk the palace halls one day, haunted by the sounds of pleasure your husband brings out of other women, like so many wives here in Valhalla do now.

Your coughing dies out and leaves nothing but silence. Even your sniffling is quieted under his stare. The rain fades away and you find you can't even breathe as you wait for his word.

"I walk among these women everyday, yet you are the one I've chosen. Does that alone not set you apart from them?"

You blink at his tone– darkened with an unknown emotion, yet somehow still soft on your ears. His hand is on the small of your back, nudging you closer. The other cups your cheek.

"If you think yourself to be in a sea of gold, then you must be the diamond of the bunch. In my eyes, you shine brighter in your mortality then any divine being could ever hope to. Your scars are sweet against my lips, and your eyes as bright as the stars. Your voice is the one thing I bow to, my love, your beauty the one thing I praise."

It's silent again when he finishes, but you hear your heart breaking. Breaking for yourself, because how could you have been so blind? To ever in a million years think this man could do anything other than love you...

He chuckles, kissing your ear. "Say my name, Beloved."

Chaste kisses are placed softly about your face. Your forehead, your neck, your cheeks. And all the while you're crying, you love this man so much. "Odin..."

You try to pull back but find he's holding you to his chest. "Odin?"

"My name."

You blink, then smile. "Baby?"

He smiles into your neck, and you think he's having a rare cute moment. "Not that one."

Your smile takes on a confused twist.

Then, it hits you.

He chuckles again, this one filled with a bit of sadism.

"...Master?"

"Perfect."

In a show of heavenly strength you're transported from the window to the bed in the blink of an eye. As you sink into the bed, he tops you, fitting himself between your legs like coming home.

Your lips come together in a clash of lust and passion, the chastity of earlier long forgotten. Your hands tangle in his hair as he fondles you through your clothes. You could feel his hard on through his clothes, the familiar press against your heat filling you with... love?

Love... that's exactly what it was. You loved this, loved this treatment, loved to see your ever-quiet, ever-composed husband fall to pieces when he touched you. His stoic persona peeling back to reveal a man so head over heels he'd stomp on his pride in his rush to hump you like a dog in heat.

Hell, when he's fucking you like this, how could you have ever thought he'd leave?

Your right hand leaves his hair to help him tug at your clothes, the left sliding down to feel his muscles rippling under the skin of his back. He's finally gotten your chest bare, and latches onto the first nipple he sees, blindly working at the fabric to reveal the other tit. His battle-roughened fingers graze its peak, then pinch, hard enough to make you gasp and jump.

His tongue drags out similar sounds. Flicking the cute bud, circling it, right before sucking on it like it'd fix all his problems. Your fingers do away with his clothes with practiced motions as your eyes close, arching up into his touch.

You can hear him moaning almost silently as he kisses your chest, and you swear you hear him whisper, "Sweet."

You sigh at the feeling, at your adoration for this man.

He pulls back, and in the low light you admire the creases of his chest, the scars that litter his skin like stars in the sky. One hand parts your legs, spreading you open, admiring the sight of your clit twitching while arousal pours over your asscheeks to stain the sheets below.

His other hand takes your wrist to lay your palm flat over his heart. He's dragging your palm across his torso, over his heaviest scars, while rubbing electrifying circles into your clit. You tear up again as your legs twitch at the direct simulation. Even breathes turn to pants, and you feel your hips trying to rut into his touch. But your eyes never leave his. No, no– you hold his gaze and hone in on the feel of his skin on your hand, on the feel of realization like a new dawn in your mind.

"Do my scars horrify you?"

You can't tell if your tears are from pleasure or pain; the emotional kind. But they're pouring worse than the rain outside now, and you feel your nose getting stuffy again. "Of course not, my love."

He didn't mind the slip up this time. "If these do not cause aversion, how could your own bring you such despair?" Two fingers slipped inside you, and you gasp, fucking down on them instinctively. His thumb speeds up to match the pace of his fingers, and you pull him down into a kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, sucking on it and exploring your mouth. You kiss him back just as hard, running your teeth gently over his lips and tongue in turn.

"You are mine. You alone can see me like this. You alone can look at me like that, kiss me like that. I only want you–"

He smirks, and you think you're on the verge of cumming.

"Afterall, who else can take me so well? Who could look as pretty when I'm filling them up, watching my seed pour from their warmth? Do those goddesses beg like a good girl for me to stuff it back in? Present themselves as a willing slave, to be used until I've had enough? Until I've put a baby in them?"

Your eyes roll, your back arches, and the world turns white as you orgasm on his fingers. Trembles shake you, but big, comforting hands are working you through it so well. You rock into him until he pulls away, and despite the looming threat of overstimulation, you whine at the emptiness.

"Answer me, slave."

"N...no one, Master. No one except... Me."

You can't see it as your eyes are still closed, but he's smiling. Just a little, but it's full of more joy than a kid on Christmas.

A haze sits over your mind. His voice is the only thing you know now.

His thumbs take either side of your labia and spread you further, coaxing the juices out. He stares for a long time, unable to look away right up until his dick is so hard it aches. He forces his eyes to close, fumbling to pull it out. You both sigh when it slaps against your cunt.

"Please, Master... Cum inside me."

He looks up to find your eyes are just barely open and trained on him. His demeanor softens even more somehow, despite how out of place it seems.

"Anything for the prettiest girl in the world."

He slides in, fitting as though you were made for him. Your walls are warm and grip his cock like they missed it, arousal continuing to overflow and drizzle out, just barely able to slip around his cock. He puts a hand to your stomach, pressing down and make both your eyes roll as he feels how deep he is.

He thrusts– once, twice, rocking you, opening you up. From there on his pace builds to something fast and rough. Your nails drag down his back till blood is drawn, the pain fueling his manic humping. Screams of Master! Bounce through the air as he fucks you, drunk on the drag of his cock against your gspot. Your own hand goes down to rub at your throbbing clit as tears cloud your vision to the point of blindness.

When you arch, his hand is at the small of your back, helping you, holding you. Your bodies press together and you can't help but think, 'fuck. He's beautiful.'

You allow your eyes to close as a smile spreads across your face. Your husband is beautiful. So you are, you have to be,

"Beautiful."

Your eyes drift to your husband's face upon hearing his voice. Velvety and deep, and filled with roughness from his approaching orgasm. You laugh, a breathless thing. "You too, Master." You say, batting your lashes.

His chuckle is equally breathless, "'M gonna fill you up now, lovely girl. Take all of me."

An order, one you'd jump to obey.

You joined at the lips in a passionate kiss, your finger working your clit hard as the other hand holds the back of his neck. He holds your legs in a mating press and strokes deep, hitting your deepest spot before releasing inside with a shudder and groan.

You throw your head back as your own body freezes from the force of your orgasm. You're wracked by shudders and hear naught but the sounds of your own broken moans. You can feel him inside of you, spilling his seed for you alone to keep. It's warm, and you can't help but relax at the feeling.

Odin stays inside for long moments after, holding it in, before pulling out. You blink at the sudden loss, to exhausted to do much else. You let yourself be gathered in an embrace, lazily enjoy the soft kisses he presses to your face.

"In the morning, we'll shower. For now, we rest." You hum your affirmation. His arms are tight around your body. You have no choice but to sink into his embrace, sink into a deep, deep sleep.

Right before you drift off, you hear him whisper,

"I love you, my gorgeous wife."

You wish you'd stayed awake long enough to respond back.

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A/N: yes yes I know this and many other ask have been sitting in my inbox for months😓writing is hard okay?? And I am very very sleepy all the time. This was fun to write but god did I hate writing the smut. Ion know nothing about master kinks, I use them in my own lil way so the formal way is unknown to me😭but uhh, I hope you enjoyed, and requester if you see this I'm sorry🫶🏾🥹I love you🥲

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XII

Chapter 12/?

Wordcount 2,9k

Title Part XII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none, just a bit of comedy!

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So, it's dinner at last! Here we have a bit more interactions between reader and her boyfriend's siblings, the introduction of new characters and a surprise at the table 🤭 I've been wanting to write this scene at the table for so long and it's finally here! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

After returning to the party and enjoying all the things the girls prepared – and confirming what Hades said about you having a proper, great reception right when the doors were opened and the guests saw you – there was dinner at last.

Zeus was the first among the brothers to go to the table, humming an unintelligible song while rubbing his hands on each other, too concentrated on the menu to give attention to the rest of the group; Poseidon and Adamas accompanied you and their elder brother, though keeping a certain distance.

Despite the enlightening conversation at the garden, you were still hesitant about joining the gods’ table, but again you were assured by Hades.

– There’s a seat with your name in that table, little one – and, offering his hand to you, – No one can stop you from taking it.

You put delicate fingers upon his palm, your cheeks warmed up by the treatment he just gave you.

“Little one”? I think it’s too soon to start giving me these names, my Lord.

– I know, my Lord – you replied – Still, I can’t help wondering how the other gods will feel about sharing their space with me…

– Ah, we already talked about it, didn’t we? – you felt a soft grip around your hand.

– Yes, but...

You would have continued to argue if it wasn’t for Poseidon, who was walking at your right, close enough to hear the conversation.

– Are you refusing my brother’s invitation again, human?

You turned to him in a startle: that he was paying attention to what you were saying it was something you weren’t expecting.

Your reaction was nothing to him, who continued to speak as if nothing happened:

– Or are you still having a hard time recognizing the privilege you were granted with?

You swallowed: if at first you thought you would never get used to Poseidon’s presence, for something in the tone and in the glare of the god of the seas would always destabilize you and rush your reactions, now you had no doubts about it.

– I… That’s not what I meant, Poseidon-sama…

You spoke as clear as you could, but none of your words seemed to melt the ice in his eyes, so you gave up on trying. However, you weren’t alone to deal with it that time.

– Maybe she will understand what you mean if you say something like “There’s no need to worry, because you are our guest”, little brother – Hades spoke in somewhat a tired tone.

Poseidon didn’t bother himself to say anything in return, rushing to his spot on the table and leaving you behind, but even you could feel the little tension that raised between the brothers ; you decided to stay quiet and pretend that it never happened.

Hades- sama sounded so serious right now. He’s holding himself back, but I can sense his impatience.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an unworried, loud laugh near you: it was Adamas, who was hearing everything and didn’t hide his annoyance with Poseidon’s mannerism, rolling his eyes at him like a teenager.

– If you want to decline this feast, you do as you want, girl – he said to you, rushing to his own place at the table – But this food was made by the elves, you know what I mean? I would never refuse something smelling this good…

You didn’t give him a verbal reply, but smiled with yourself. Despite the recurrent lack of delicacy in his manners, the god of Conquest was an honest guy, so that slight change in his demeanor was sensed by you and received as a positive sign: now it didn’t look impossible that he might be the first to accept you in the family.

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When you finally reached the table, Zeus was already there, on the chair at your left, enjoying the content of his plate like a child who just found out his favorite food would be served at dinner; Adamas displayed a similar behavior, but less cheerfully, and Poseidon just stood on his seat with all the elegance expected from him.

Hades pulled the chair for you to seat, then took his own spot at your right.

Not all the seats were occupied yet, but the ones that were taken had the most interesting figures on them: on the same side as yours, prominent individuals from the Greek pantheon were found, such as a muscular man with a red cloak over his shoulders who you imagined to be taller than everyone in that table and who you later found out to be Ares, god of War; not so far from him, enjoying the company of three men whose bodies seemed to be made of stone, there was the most beautiful woman you remember seeing in your life, with delicate flowers over her golden curls and a white dress that barely sustained her breasts – Aphrodite, goddess of love; besides Adamas, at Hades’ right, and Poseidon, at Zeus’ left, there were others you were yet to identify.

On the other side of the table, there seemed to be more people, but you had even less information about them. On the edge, almost at the head, there was a stern man with long, black hair and clothing as dark as it; he wore an eyepatch upon his left eye, but the uncovered one seemed to be enough for him, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine it detecting the slightest oscillations in the air; he kept his mouth shut for almost the entire time you were in his presence, but the silence around him was often broken by two ravens that rested on each of his shoulders. It wasn’t hard for you to guess: he was Odin, the head of the Nordic pantheon. Right beside him, you found a younger man, just as serious, but with a more light appearance thanks to the reddish strands of his hair, that reminded you of lit embers, and his white clothing; his eyes were of an unusual mixture of shades, with yellowish pupils and dark sclera; as if it wasn’t enough, he had golden marks on his face. You tried not to stare for too long, but it was impossible; if the man noticed it or not, you couldn’t tell. This god, judging by the position he occupied beside his leader, was none other than his son, Thor.

Alongside father and son, there were female and male deities that reminded you of the Nordic heroes such as described in the old tales, but nobler and more beautiful. However, even on their side there were empty seats, one of them right at Thor’s left. The card that indicated its owner was out of your sight, and you wondered who they should be.

The table was quiet even before you arrived, with just a few, occasional chatting between the guests who were sitting side by side, but all of the whispers ceased once they put their eyes on the little human beside the Lord of the Underworld. Even Odin’s ravens, after screams of “Human! Human!”, stopped their croaking to observe.

Everyone had their eyes turned on you, examining every inch of yourself with non-disguised curiosity, as if you were an exotic species or one of the party’s attractions. Fortunately, as Hades predicted, there was no hostility or harshness directed to you, but that didn’t make all their attention less unsettling. You glanced at him, who had a calm smile on his lips, as if proud of what he just did – bringing you back with the compliance about which his brother doubted.

However, he wasn’t the first to speak.

– So... this is the young woman about whom Hades-sama spoke? – a female, sweet voice sounded at your left; you turned to its direction and found Aphrodite with her elbow leaning upon the table, her cheek on her hand as she stared at you – She’s so pretty… specially because of these bright eyes of hers…

Ares, who was hearing everything, had a less flattering comment to make.

– Indeed, she has respectable traits for a human being – and, after giving you a scrutinizing gaze with one hand under his broad chin, – However, her general aspect is as frail as the others’. I would say that she can barely hold the cutlery in a proper way with these tiny hands of hers.

You looked at the god, at his monstrous hand dwarfing his own cutlery and plate over the table, opened your mouth, but closed it again, still not believing that this was his view on the human race.

These gods… Do they even know that I can understand what they’re saying?

You then decided that, because his thoughts and knowledge were primarily directed to the matters of war, he would never expect great things from someone like you, and that maybe hugeness and strength were things so inherent to him that he didn’t even notice that most living creatures would seem tiny in comparison to him, not only humans.

Well, the food was served by the elves to the newcomers, including yourself, soon after that, and you took the opportunity to prove Ares wrong by holding your spoon with perfect balance in order to try the soup that was just poured on your plate and which spicy smell invaded your nostrils and made your stomach growl.

However, you never managed to put the spoon on the liquid.

The spoon’s handle, a firm, silver thing, quickly moved and stretched, getting out of your reach as it grew into the flexible, scaly body of a white serpent.

All the guests held their breath as the animal escaped from your hand, turned around the hot plate and placed itself in front of you, staring at you with a pair of emerald eyes and making a low hiss while showing you its black, forked tongue.

You startled, but kept quiet, only looking at the snake.

What a strange animal, this one, you thought to yourself. It’s the perfect image of a serpent, yet it doesn’t feel like I have a serpent in front of me. What does this mean?

Hades stretched his hand to reach the serpent, but you touched his arm as to ask him to not do it.

– Please, wait, Hades-sama – you spoke, without taking your eyes off it – There’s something… odd about it.

You felt his eyes – as well as the other gods’ – on you when you said that. You glanced around and, somehow, your gaze fell on Odin’s figure, who was observing everything but showing no sign of being impressed with the situation; his ravens were croaking things in what you supposed to be an ancient language.

– Odd? – Hades asked – What are you talking about, y/n?

The serpent was now quiet, still observing you, as if waiting to see what was going to happen next.

– I don’t know how to explain. It is…

You left the sentence unfinished. Instead of trying to work with your words, you opted to do it with your hands: after keeping eye contact with the reptile for a few more seconds, you stretched your left hand toward it, in an attempt to grab it; the serpent, of course, deflected, but your right hand was waiting for it, and you closed your fist around its cold body as fast as you could.

The serpent hissed again and squirmed before turning into a huge, black moth, flying above the table, out of your reach. So, this was the reason why what you were seeing didn’t sit right: you were dealing with a deity, and one that enjoyed playing around, causing commotion and gathering everyone’s attentions.

And the said deity didn’t take long to reveal himself.

The moth changed its aspect as quickly as the serpent did, but this time the transformation didn’t result in another animal: instead, a slim, young man with green hair and extravagant clothing was seen floating above the table, close enough from you but at a safe distance from the steamy plates.

He seemed to find a comfortable position – or what could be considered comfortable while in the air – and kept staring at you with the same curiosity as his pairs, but without the slightest regard for formality or good manners, as attested by the glimmer in his lilac eyes and the grin on his large lips, a contradiction to the delicacy of his other traits. His face, you thought, must be very pretty when he was serious or relaxed.

For the second time, you glanced at Odin’s side of the table, at the empty seat beside Thor, and felt that this might this person’s seat.

A jovial, frolic individual with the ability of shapeshifting. Could it be that this man…?

He was the first to speak, with a mellifluous voice that was exactly like expected from such a figure:

– Well well, you have such fast hands! Fastand strong ones! – he commented, shaking his own hands; and, inquiring you in a cunning manner, – How did you do that, mortal?

Despite not enjoying this interaction at all, that man was still a god, and you wouldn’t dare disrespect him in his own place, among his pairs, so you put some effort in your reply:

– Well, me and my siblings used to spend our fee time at the coast, playing to catch fishes with our bare hands under the water. I just thought it would work with a serpent as well.

His response came as a cheerful laugh.

– Did you hear that, Poseidon-sama? – there was only silence from Poseidon’s side, but it didn’t seem that the young man was expecting an answer anyway, so he just continued to talk to you – After what I saw here, I have no doubts that you were good in this game. But that’s not what I’m talking about…

– No? – you frowned.

The man laid on his side in the air, leaning his cheek on his hand while studying you.

– Hm-hm – he moved his free hand’s index finger in a negative sign – I want to know how you noticed that thing about the serpent. You said there was something odd about it.

You were going to say that it was pretty easy to understand that a serpent is fake when it was a lifeless spoon just a second ago, but that might not be appreciated by someone with his temper, so you just explained how you felt.

– I’ve seen some of these animals from close before, so I know the sensation of having them in front of me. And the feeling I had while looking at the one you created didn’t match the previous experiences.

Unlike you imagined, your answer made him bored, and he didn’t hide that.

– “It didn’t match the previous experiences”? – he rolled his eyes – It’d be easier to say you found it fake, girl.

Yes, it was ironic that someone who likes to play tricks was expecting you to be honest with him, but if that was what he wanted, you had no problem doing it.

– I just didn’t want to offend you even before confirming who you are.

Something changed in his face when he heard that, softening his traits a bit, and you had the impression of seeing a slight blush on his cheeks.

– Ah, this is the first time someone shows consideration for my feelings in a long time. But, speaking of confirmations, let me properly introduce myself. I am…

– Loki. I know.

The clever smile hanging on his lips since he took the form of a man disappeared, suddenly giving space to a stunned expression. He moved his head away from his hand and sat in the air, not believing in your guess – because the man you had in front of you was, indeed, the god of Mischief.

A paper appeared on his hand (if he summoned it or took it from a pocket, you weren’t sure) and he showed his name written on it: it was his seat’s identification at the table.

– How do you know that?!

– I’m sorry, but it’s a bit... obvious, Loki-sama – you glanced around the table while you spoke – On the other side of the table, there are few empty seats, and only one close to the head the Nordic gods, Odin-sama. Since Thor-sama is already present, the remaining seat must belong to his closest relative besides his son. Speaking of this, Odin-sama was the only one who didn’t show any form of surprise when you turned into a serpent, as if he’s used to witness your powers. And, finally, to the people of Midgard, you are the most famous shapeshifter among the gods, so your name would be the first to come to my mind in any way.

Loki took a moment to formulate a response; when he did, he already had his grin back.

– You’re such an interesting person, mortal... What’s your name, again?

– Y/n.

– Hm, y/n-chan – he kept staring at you with bright eyes, as if you were a cub or something like that – No I understand why Hades-sama took a liking on you...

That was your time to feel your face heating up. You were going to think of something to respond, but before the conversation got any further, a deep, steady voice intervened – Odin, to whom you both looked at like children caught in the middle of a trick:

– Go to your seat, Loki, and let us enjoy our dinner in peace.

Loki sighed, but obeyed, finally letting you appreciate the soup while it was still warm.

[bones4thecats]

I finally found it! But I had to find it on my laptop instead of my phone.

Can I request for a Reader who is a Dragon Rider from 'How to Train Your Dragon' (You can decide what her dragon is), being in relationships with the Norse Gods (Odin, Thor and Loki). Your choice is they want to have families at the end.

A/N: I haven’t watched these movies in so long so I had to dig up some information, thankfully it wasn’t hard to find. I also made this as Hiccup and Astrid’s child since it made more sense to me.

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🪶 Odin first met you when he had a meeting with your tribe

🪶 Your parents, Hiccup and Astrid, had gotten older and you took up as leader of your tribe, which meant you needed to go to meetings with surrounding nations, Gods included

🪶 You jumped onto your Bewilderbeast, which you named Asger, and rode away to the meeting with the Norse family

🪶 Odin knew your family had these creatures, and when they landed, his birds, Huginn and Muninn, jumped and squawked at you all, demanding to know why your band of humans was there

🪶 Asger sat behind you as you walked up to Odin, bowing as a greeting, which caused Asger to do the same

🪶 Odin looked at your dragon and smirked, he had no idea you humans could tame the beasts to such size

🪶 After the meeting, Odin had invited you over a lot more, saying he wished to talk about your dragon and how your tribe came to tame the beasts

🪶 He admired your personality, strong-willed yet calm and collected

🪶 And he cannot lie, watching Huginn and Muninn jump whenever Asger opened his large mouth or poked at them with his large tusks got him laughing mentally

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🌩️ You had gone to a meeting with your parents and they decided to have you take a step outside for a break

🌩️ You may be the heir, but they wanted you to have some freedom before taking the reins of the entire tribe and dragon relations

🌩️ Your Crimson Goregutter, Bjørn, followed you as you walked through the fields of Asgard, and you had to admit, it was surprisingly well taken care off

🌩️ Bjørn held his tail in front of you when a strong presence was felt, and it was your ally’s son, Thor, who radiated that aura

🌩️ Thor felt the ground shake as your dragon took his steps, and when he saw how tall it was compared to you, he had to admit, he was surprised you could handle him

🌩️ You hushed Bjørn and greeted Thor as the child of Astrid Hofferson and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

🌩️ The God of Thunder had heard about your tribe through others, your tribe had many dragons that you treated like family, and it made him smile lightly as you pet Bjørn’s wings

🌩️ He wanted to know more about these creatures, and he definitely would invite you to speak about them more

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🐍 Oh he was so interested in your dragon!

🐍 You were told by your mother and father to stray away from the nephew of Odin’s, as he was known as one of the most dangerous Gods in the Norse Pantheon

🐍 Loki had hopped onto your Deathgripper’s head, causing them to go berserk, seeing him as a threat

🐍 The Hobgobbler that you were petting and training for their first flight jumped and hid behind you as you tried calming Guenther, your Deathgripper, down

🐍 He flew off of it and landed nicely as you stopped Guenther’s tail from smashing into the man’s stomach, and thankfully, Guenther listened to you

🐍 Despite the rough meeting, Loki and Guenther got along quite well

🐍 From their dark, pet playful personalities, the two of them like messing around and pranking other Gods

🐍 While your parents are concerned about you being with the God of Mischief, they can sense the love you guys both carry for one another, and, because they don’t wanna hurt your feelings and restrict you from being free

[kittynonino]

Odin yandere headcanon

✿︎𝘚𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘴

✿︎𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘰 𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘳

✿︎𝘛𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 (𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦)

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢 ,𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘺 𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘢 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢

✿︎𝘈𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰,𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘦 𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳

✿︎𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦, 𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴

✿︎𝘓𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘵𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 1 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘣𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯 5

✿︎𝘛𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘴

✿︎𝘛𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢

✿︎𝘚𝘪 𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴

ㄚㄖ ㄒ乇 ᗪ卂尺乇 ㄒㄖᗪㄖ 乇ㄥ ㄩ几|ᐯ乇尺丂ㄖ 匚ㄖ几 ㄩ几卂 丂ㄖㄥ卂 匚ㄖ几ᗪ|匚|ㄖ几 , 卂爪卂爪乇

[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