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We Are Not All Right [Part One]

Description: Even the people who shine the brightest, are the ones with the darkest thoughts.

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Reader/Y/N

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Mental Illness, Self Harm, Suicidal Ideation.

Two weeks. You’d been on and off awake for two weeks. Not once leaving your room for anything. Headquarters had so many Spider People running around, that you didn’t think that anyone would notice your absence.

It didn’t matter.

Rolling over you could hardly make out the time, when your stomach ached. You hadn’t eating since…since awhile.

Groaning internally, you pushed yourself from the bed. Feeling your way through the dark, you poked your head out to peer into the hallway.

No one.

Sighing, you stalked down the hallway, making sure to stay out of other peoples way. Head down, you made your way to the cafeteria. From the noise coming from the large space, you confirmed that it must have been around noon.

You were one of the nicest people that could have joined the small task force that had been put together by the spider from 2099. You knew the man in charge, hardly ever saw him around though.

People treated you okay either way, there was the exception of a few.

When you stepped foot into the mess hall, you were faced with a bustling crowd. Easily you could make out a few of those you knew. You didn’t want to bother them by sitting with them.

You were known as Liphistius . One of the most brightest of the spider people. Easy going, happy, friendly. So you weren’t surprised by the fact no one had really seen you for two weeks and were now staring at you.

Quickly, you avoided everyone, resisting the urge to vomit, grabbing your lunch and going to leave. Hoping to return to your room.

“Hey! Liphi!” Called one of your friends.

Miles Morales.

He wasn’t alone either, beside him was Gwen Stacey, Hobie, Pavitr and Peter B. cradling Mayday in his arms.

“Haven’t seen you—“

“Yeah, just a little sick. Don’t feel good.” You interrupted.

“You know you can talk to us…right?” Hobie had added.

The others nodded. You shrugged your shoulders.

“If you need something don’t hesitate to come talk okay? We care about you, Y/N.” Miles smiled, reaching out to pay your shoulder only to have you turn away.

“Thanks, really guys. I just need some rest. That’s all.” You pushed past them to get back to the safety of your room.

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Miguel O’Hara had always been a man of his word. When some of his task force had confided in him—yes at first he was a bit annoyed at the sudden intrusion. However, when they had finally discussed what had been going on, Miguel had increasingly more concerned.

He did what he thought he needed to do. Miguel needed to have a chat with you. Not only have you been worrying your friends, the fact that you were so behind on your work that the others had to pick up where you left off.

He understood that sometimes things happen and people get behind. But not this behind to where it had begun to drag behind their mission.

“Liphistius?” He knocked hard against your door.

No answer.

He tried again, and again…and then again.

Miguel resorted to calling you, yet heard the soft buzzing from inside your room.

We’re you asleep? So asleep that you couldn’t hear a thing?

Miguel reached for the handle and found that your room was unlocked. He took a deep breath and peeled inside.

Your room was decently clean aside from the unmade bed, and clothes scattered on the floor.

Miguel shook his head and left, barreling down the hall looking everywhere until he found you. Not that he cared. He had just wanted to not have one of his best playing hooky.

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You leaned your head back on the wall behind you. Tears leaking from your eyes, lips formed into a pout.

Your wrists welted with fresh wounds, irritated, red and bleeding. This was not the place you hoped for when this happened. Yet you couldn’t wait longer. You sobbed into your arm.

You were a failure trying to be someone.

And everyone knew it.

—

Miguel wandered each hallway, with nothing better to do with his time he had opted to look for you some more.

When he rounded a corner, his feet stopped when his heightened senses had kicked in.

A choked sob erupted from the women’s bathroom a few feet away. With nothing to lose he slowly approached the door.

Giving a few wraps with his knuckles, he stepped back from the door.

—

Your breath hitched when you heard someone knock on the door to the bathroom.

“I-I’ll be right out.” You stuttered.

You were still sore, desperately cleaning yourself up. Tugging the sleeves of your sweatshirt you picked yourself up off the ground. Acting as if you were just adjusting yourself you took a breath of air in, shoving the door open.

Oh no.

“You’ve been behind.” Miguel states, arms crossed, mouth in a sneering taunt.

You looked away from him, not sure how to react to your boss.

“Not to mention none of us have seen you in weeks. What do you do that’s so interesting that it occupies your every waking moment?”

You didn’t know how to react to that.

“May I be excused now.”you asked, pushing past the boss.

His hands gripped a hold of your arm.

“Not going anywhere until you tell me what’s been going on…”

His grip tightens on your arms and you struggled to get out.

“You’re hurting me.” You sobbed, trying to wiggle free.

Miguel, scoffed, awaiting an answer. You managed to wriggle free and turned from him.

“I don’t want to talk right now okay..” you said, walking quickly back to your room Miguel hot on your heels.

Once you arrive back to your room. You slunk down to the wall crossing your arms. You threw your head back. Just wanting the day to end.

—

“We’ll try again tomorrow big guy.” Lyla spoke softly to Miguel standing outside your room again.

“They might be going to a lot right now. They need time.” She adds.

“Yeah, sure.” Miguel replies.

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Sweet Like Cherry Wine

Description: Miguel O'Hara had tried his best at trying to figure out how to live his life without the constant reminder of his responsibilities. Running away was one of the most difficult decisions he had to make. Even more so —he makes it out of his dimension far from anyone on another, he makes it work on his own.

Until he meets her.

Until he meets you.

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: None…yet.

Author's Note: This is OOC but IC. Deal with it. Ya'll know me well enough to know how I write.

“Can this wait?” says Miguel O'Hara more annoyed than ever, while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Lyla had been eavesdropping; close enough to hear that Miguel had been on call with Peter B. Parker, who he had become more and more annoyed with as he showed him photos of his child.

Since the untimely arrival of Miles Morales, there was little to nothing that the man could do except find new hobbies. All the while, turning his back on all of this as a whole.

He wanted out of this life.

There would be times where O'Hara would look back, reminiscing with memories of his time as a teacher— a father.

Formerly, a friend.

It was a shame that nowadays, no one would know who he was.

After all, who would remember Miguel O'Hara?

No one.

Now, Spiderman? Everyone would remember him.

Peter was trying to get him to come back, finish what they started, but to his own friends dismay, Miguel had ignored the frantic pleas, knowing that he wasn't going back.

"Miguel. Look buddy, I know things have fallen apart-"

"Fallen apart? Fallen apart is an understatement. Try crashing and burning. There is no coming back from what's already happened, Peter." A sharp knock on his apartment door had alerted Miguel.

"Didn't think you'd be having company over, Miguel." said Peter, in which earned an expected glare from the man.

"I'm not." Miguel had hung up the call without another word, as he set down the goober watch on the coffee table. He slid into a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, his bare feet smacking against the cool wood floors.

Pressing his face up to the eyehole he relaxed his shoulders.

It was only you.

The two of you had met when Miguel had first came to this Earth. Yes, it may have been Miles Morales's Earth of 1610 but it was a place where no one would bother to check first. So it was easier to slip into the shadows unnoticed. You had ultimately bumped into each other one day when he had taken off after an anomaly and after defeating it, ran into you on his way back.

You seemed happier back then.

He had made you spill everything in your arms, he offered to help pick it all up but you light-heartedly told him it was alright and made it seem like it didn't matter. You had been late to work, in which he offered to give you a ride.

You took the ride.

Days turned to weeks to months, the two of you were inseparable. He found out you were married not too long ago, and both you and Miguel became the best of friends.

Things don't always last though.

Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire

The same sad look that stretched across your swollen cheeks while you stood in front of his door.

Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire

He could sense from you that it had been one of those “rough nights” meaning you were running from your problems-instead on working on them.

It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh momma, don't fuss over me

This was how it always was.

Always had been, with you. No matter what happened…you would somehow end up on his doorstep. Miguel paused, towering over you with a stoic, blank face.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

You blubbered, “He-he hit me again.”

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

All the blood flushed to his head, as this winded his gears to the point where his ears smoked; his ledger dropped with red.

It had taken you months to finally realize the man you married was bad news. Whether or not the dread of him coming after you or that somehow he would try to gaslight you into staying with him made you more afraid.

You weren’t alone in the matter.

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

You had Miguel O' Hara to thank, for giving you his company—providing his comfort.

He had always been kind to you.

Miguel still furrowed his brow --his gaze concerned, yet the rising anger you could tell grew much more hostile as he took in your presence.

There was no telling of what would happen knowing Smite had reached his limit. Hitting him? That was one thing…

Hitting you, however…

Unacceptable.

“Please. I don’t want to be alone.” You cried, doing your best to not sound clingy.

Miguel hushed you, slowly reaching for you, tucking you into his embrace while he leaned to take you in.

Calls of guilty thrown at me

“You’re not alone, cariño.” He didn’t dare to let you go. Holding you closer than ever, pulled you inside of his apartment, closing and locking the door behind the two of you.

Miguel carried you to the couch, plopping you gently down.

All while she stains The sheets of some other

“I’m going to get you cleaned up. Don’t move I’ll be right back.” He stated charging out of the room and back in with first aid and a pair of his own clothes to change into.

“He wouldn’t stop yelling. He kept saying I was leaving him for you. Over and over and over again. I didn’t know what to do.” You began through half lidded eyes.

“He didn’t appreciate it when I told him that that wasn’t going to happen. He called me—“ you stopped, your bottom lip trembling.

Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother

“You’re okay. It’s safe now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. “ Miguel reassures you.

But I want it It's a crime That she's not around most of the time

Miguel knows that her husband wasn’t going to be alive for much longer. Especially after almost breaking your nose.

He helped you undress and ran you a hot bath.

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

Once you got in the hot water cascaded down in a way that made you feel more at home than ever.

Miguel laid his head on the baths siding. Keeping you as much comfort as he possibly could muster up.

Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

He didn’t care to stay with you. Unbothered by the state of your bathing body you looked down at him as you saw his eyes were closed. Reaching a hand out to touch him, you rested it on his shoulder, stirring his slightly.

There were no amount of words to describe the experience of the two.

Miguel raised his head to peek at you which made you giggle slightly. Which is why you decided wholeheartedly that you gave him one of these smallest kisses on his cheek.

Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves

Miguel raised up fully and looked at you. Turning bright red, Miguel hesitated, before reaching for you, pulling you into a kiss.

Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful

He half-hazardously leaned over the side of the tub to where you had risen halfway to hold each other. Miguel almost falling in chuckled to himself.

I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

“You deserve the world, mi vida.” He whispered with a hushed tone.

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time

There are some things left to heal and go over.

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Miguel would never let you fall again. He loved you.

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

Miguel placed his forehead against yours and with a sigh, his eyes trailed up your form.

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

“I love you.”

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Hey everyone sorry it’s been awhile since I have posted. Just wanted to update everyone…

I’m engaged!

I proposed to my now fiancée and it’s just such a big change!

Now that’s out of the way I plan to continue writing all of my fics and requests until my fingers bleed!

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I think now that queens dead they should have her stuffed and put on display in Cairo for the next 150 years.

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Jesus all the time man. I look at those close and I can find the tells if I read deep enough between the lines. It’s not a matter of if they’re lying though but why. About something so inconsequentially small. I somethings think about what if I spoke aloud all these happenings to them. I wonder if they would continue to lie with a flat smile.

I wonder if I would continue to pick apart the seams.

I love them.

you ever find out someone is lying about something and you go to them to have them explain it again and you try to look for a tell or something that you missed that proves they are lying but they are just so good at it that even though you have sufficient evidence that they are lying you start to wonder if they are telling the truth but you know they aren’t?

#rant #ex best friend #friendship #friends #friendship problems #lying liars who lie

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

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

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

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

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

You have been warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, you were making more enemies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thor.

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

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

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

You laughed to yourself.

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

"Just water."

"Ah, no fun."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-"

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

Heimdall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he let you.

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

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

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

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

"You are something else," He paused.

"Y/N."

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

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

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

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

You smile up at him.

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

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

You nod, slowly closing the door.

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

"G'night, Lady Y/N."

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Description: Leif wakes in the midst of Fimblewinter, after two strangers and a familiar face come across the shrine that had once kept her asleep for as long as she could remember. Now awake, she struggles to put the pieces together in the wake of Ragnarok.

Pairings: Kratos x OC! //Heimdall x OC!//Thor x OC!

Warnings: Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of sexual content, sexual assault, mental illness, suicide may be within this fanfic. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

Chapter One: Awaken

There is a light in the distance, shadowing through the trees. The calling of ravens shrieking amidst the dreary winter. The ground that laid before the spartan and his son was frozen, frozen beneath their feet. The head attached to the man's hip spoke, out of turn.

"Brother, daylight is leaving us. We must take shelter before nightfall." The head was silenced by the hoarse grunt that left the spartan.

"Lad, talk some sense into yer' father."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Mimir." The boy had replied, shrugging his bow back onto his shoulder, keeping a steady pace behind his father.

Their journey back to the dwarves home had been fruitful, with a deer slung over Kratos's shoulder the three pushed through the barren lands of Midgard for what had felt likes months. However, they had only been away from the dwarves warehouse a matter of days.

"We go home." Kratos murmured loud enough for the other two to hear. "To the dwarves. The Mystic Gateway is just ahead." He added.

Much to their dismay when they had arrived to their destination, several draugr had been guarding it along with an amount of Hel-walkers to serve a small army.

Kratos threw aside their bounty to unsheathe his axe, Atreus close behind, readying his bow.

"Hold on, this gateway-" Mimir had been too late for he had been cast aside as Kratos lunged to pursue the enemies before him.

Mimir had went barreling through what had felt like stone, as he himself rolled to a halt. He groaned, dizzy from all of the rolling. If he still had a stomach he would have lurched forward and emptied whatever would have been in his stomach at the time.

"Fuckin' hell." He whispered under his breath.

Oh how he wished he would have been left behind on this little hunting trip, yet, the two always had need for him and his wisdom. And now, here he was, thrown into wherever he had been present. Looking up at the stone ceiling of what he could make out as a small internal cavern, his eyes glanced around, hoping to notice anything out of the blue or familiar.

It was then he had landed on the stone sarcophagus before him. His breath hitched; his eyes widened as if he had just found a treasure beyond his wildest dreams. The thought of having a body returned to the front of his head, and he yearned to be able to get up and further explore.

"Mimir!" the boys voice had called out to him, in which had snapped Mimir out of his daydream.

"Uh, in here little brother! I think-I think I found something." Or someone, he thought.

Before long, he could hear the crunch of snow, rock and debris under the boy's feet; heavy footfalls from his father approaching.

"Whoa," began Atreus, snagging up Mimir to hand back to Kratos.

"What is this place, head?" Kratos asked, awaiting Mimir's answer.

"A shrine."

"More like a gravestone." Atreus interrupted, earning a glare from Mimir.

"Whose? Odin's? Another god?" Kratos eagerly questioned.

Atreus had drawn closer, his hands grazing over the carvings that were slashed across it.

"Of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awaken by the light of Alfheim" Atreus spoke aloud.

Mimir, shot a look towards Atreus who waited for approval.

"Brother. If I believe I am correct, I know who lies before us." Mimir concluded.

"Any god is an enemy." Kratos growled.

"Aye, understood, this is a friend of mine. Long ago." Mimir pushed, with a sigh.

Kratos said nothing more, motioning to leave, yet Atreus stayed at the face of the sarcophagus etched and surrounded by vines, budding with large flowers.

Atreus held up his bow, drawing back the string. A bead of sweat running down his temple.

"Boy!"

The arrow had collided with the vines, and faded away, the light merging with the stone. There was nothing that had come about it, leaving the boy with much disdain. Atreus, turned away to face his father, who was angered by the rebelling of his son.

"You see, nothing came of that."

"At least I tried."

"Keep your focus on the task ahead, boy." Kratos told Atreus, a stoic expression lining his features.

Atreus nodded, walking alongside his father. Mimir cleared his throat, earning the attention of the young boy.

"Aye lad, the attempt was well appreciated." he says.

Before the three stepped foot from the abandoned shrine, a faint glow caught their attention from behind. Atreus, Mimir and Kratos turned, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Looks like the lad did something." Mimir spoke, while Kratos unhooked him from his belt, holding him out for the boy to take.

Atreus gently grasped his friend in his hand as he cautiously took a step forward towards the stone slab. He reached for the lid, pushing it back, for it did not budge. Heavy and thick was the stone, Atreus looked back to his father, who leaned against the wall watching the two.

"Mind helping your son, brother?" Mimir called to Kratos.

The boy's father, not knowing what to expect from this, did not assume while he firmly placed his hands against the cool rock slab before him.

With a firm shove, the lid to the sarcophagus fell back, crashing against the floor. Light shimmered much more brightly from within, more vines, budding with those same flowers now sprouting. Kratos stepped back, holding his son and Mimir behind him. He readied his weapon, just in case, and waited with bated breath.

~~~~~~~~

With such a force, her eyes opened as she had been jolted awake. Her vines, her flowers grew wild from her resting place, her hands raising to grasp onto the railing of her tomb. Pulling herself up, a change of the scenery made its way, clouding her sense of judgement.

How long has it been?

While she had leaned up, she used what little power she had acquired to float out and land to the ground, her barefoot lightly touching the ground below her. The long white, embroidered tunic flowing around the woman, spread across the debris littered floor. The flowers adorned her hair, cascading down below her knees, some braided. A gold headpiece glimmered in what little light was around.

For a moment she said nothing, standing there basking in the cold of the small cavern. Her eyes--not to mention her body, adjusting to the brimming, freezing temperature.

"Oh, by the gods..." Said a voice all too familiar to her.

The woman jerked her head towards the three who had stood before her.

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"My lucky stars...it is you!" Mimir croaked out. "Aye, lad! Could you bring me closer?" He asked Atreus, who gave a slight nod, but as he stepped forward Kratos held a firm hand pressed against the boy's shoulder.

"Aye brother, again, this is a friend. There is nothing to worry about." With that, Kratos hesitantly let go of his son, letting him approach the woman.

She waited patiently, as the young teenage boy came to her. She outstretched her arms, as Mimir was placed into her hands. Her hands trembled when she held Mimir's head.

"You look so tired, Mimir. What has happened to you?" she asked, brining him up to her face.

Mimir gave a sad sigh. "Too much and too long of a story lass."

She shook her head, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. All the cheerful sounds of Midgard were replaced by the howling of an empty wind, the shudder of sullen branches and the cry of stollen warmth. Her chest ached, burning with remorse for all the time she had missed.

"I was asleep for so long...tell me, friend. Is it time to ready for spring?" This made Mimir give another heavy sigh. His face hard with regret.

"Quite the opposite, little goddess." There was a a groan from a nearby draugr that alerted the three men, as the goddess shuttered.

"Best to get moving. Come with us, somewhere safe. I assure you. I will tell you everything you need to know on the way, Leif" He promises, as she nods, handing Mimir back to the boy.

She tried walking yet loses her balance and falls forward. Time spent asleep in the stone and she had forgotten how to walk, except she did not hit the ground, for the man with the ghostly appearance had caught her fall.

"Thank you." She whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

~~~~~~~

Surrounding her, she sat at the dwarves table, by the boy she had come to know as Atreus, and his father, across from her. She had come to know him as, Kratos. Mimir eyed her with a worried look, for he had noticed her anxiousness for the sudden crowd only being pulled from her eternal resting place only hours ago.

"So, who are you really?" asks Brok, one of the Huldra Brother's. "I find it hard to believe you're a fucking goddess come back to help."

"Brok, hold your tongue, ya' wee fuck." Mimir says sternly, "Alas, that ain't a way to speak to a lady."

Brok snorted, rolling his eyes as Atreus began to speak.

"From the runes on your arms...you're a goddess of spring?"

Mimir retorts, "Not just a goddess of spring-she is the goddess of spring."

Leif agrees with Mimir, folding her hands in her lap. She shyly shrunk away from everyone.

"Begs the question of why you were locked away in that tomb?" Brok yells from across the room.

"That's not a-"

"Well, we are all dying to know-"

"That's none of your concern, especially when she's just woken up-" Mimir interjects.

"Ah, who gives a lousy fuck! All we know she could be working with Odin." Brok hollers back at Mimir.

Odin? The All-Father...she hadn't heard from him in ages. What had become of him? Of everyone at home? Her friends, the spirits? Any of the Midgardians? There was so much going on all at once. Amongst the arguing, she shrinks away more inside her mind, trying to put everything together. None of her questions, answered. Abruptly, Leif stands, with the attention of the others on her now, as she stalks towards the door.

She needed air.

She needed a little space from all the attention that had become of her so quickly.

Through the doors of the Huldra Brother's home, Leif stepped out into the warm breeze in between the realms. To clear her mind, she decided for one way to help her overcome her nervousness.

And she did just that.

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Blood of Mine | Ch. 1 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: Life is pretty simple. Survive the harsh conditions of Fimbulwinter in Midgard, trade with your dwarven friends in Svartalfheim and – avoid the shit out of Odin’s most loyal lapdog? If word reaches the All-Father about your blood-bending origins, you’re doomed… (Hints of Avatar: TLA, but not a crossover)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity

Note: Hey all, heimdallsbraids here to present you with my first-ever attempt at a GOW fic! Heimdall, the little shit, successfully managed to drag me away from my Detroit: Become Human fic, and so here we are... I'm not all too well-versed in Norse mythology, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Unexpected Visitor

“Is this all you’ve got?”

You side-eyed the dwarf beside you like he’d spoken gibberish.

“What do you expect, Durl? Fimbulwinter’s rough out there.” You gestured to your snow-covered garments for good measure.

Durlin’s lips formed a thin line as he watched you drop onto his office chair unceremoniously, your legs folded up underneath you in a completely unladylike fashion. An odd quirk, but he’s since gotten used to it over the many years he’s known you.

“I know, I know. All I’m saying is that your loyal customers are going to be disappointed.”

“Well, sorry, but I only have one pair of arms to work with!”

He sighed at that, leaving behind the rucksack of food you’d brought in and opting to join you on a chair of his own.

“Something on your mind, kid?” You drawled, taking the words right out of his mouth.

He gave you a look, “Well?”

“Ugh… you know how it goes.” You ran a hand down your face, expression tired. “It’s just – Father’s gone on a bit of a bender again, and I don’t know if I can deal with it this time. It’s getting harder to manage the trade on my own, that’s all.”

That and it’s not what I want to do anymore, you carried on in your thoughts. You couldn’t leave him to fend for himself, however, despite the growing resentment you held towards him.

“Do you want me to send Lúnda over there? Straighten him out?”

You managed a half-smile at the thought of the heady female dwarf handing your father’s drunken ass to him. “Nah, I’m sure she’s got better stuff to do…”

He shrugged, lifting a tankard of mead you don’t remember him having to his lips. “Don’t say I didn’t ask.”

“Where the Hel did that come from?”

“What?”

“The drink? When-” You rolled your eyes after a small pause. “Dwarves.”

“Hey, none of that.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He chuckled as you proceeded to pet Dìnner, enjoying the amicable silence until the sun reached its peak outside. Though quite muggy, it was a welcome change from the freezing cold weather of Midgard. Finally warm enough, you shrugged off your outer layers, leaving you in a plain white long-sleeved tunic, dark brown pants and your favourite pair of knee-high winter boots.

The front door creaking open behind you snapped out of your reverie. You went to turn, but Durlin practically leapt from his seat and grasped you by the shoulders with shaky hands, eyes wide with… apprehension?

This can’t be good…

“Hey, tell you what,” he laughed nervously. “Why don’t you go see your father, and I’ll send Lúnda over as soon as she returns.”

“I literally just got done telling you that I can’t deal with him.”

He wasn’t having it, however, and began dragging you from your seat to leave through the back door. The one that you hardly ever used.

“I’ll. Send. Lúnda.” He urged.

By now, you were more than confused and fumbling to gather your things. You weren’t ready to go home just yet. The previous hunting session was a long one, and it didn’t help that you nearly got jumped by a bunch of raiders parading the realm under the guise of protecting their kind.

Right. Because attempting to mug your own kind is ‘protecting’ them so damn well.

An exaggerated cough resounded throughout the workshop, stopping the two of you in your tracks. With your back still to the stranger, Durlin finally resorted to sending you a pleading look.

“Tsk, tsk. Have you really become so uncultured that even a simple introduction is beneath you, dwarf?”

The rude comment had you turning on your heels instantly, brows furrowed. It was safe to say the smooth voice certainly matched his appearance. He was a tall, fair-skinned man with braided dirty blond hair and an arrogant smirk adorning his begrudgingly handsome features. It was the purple bifröst eyes that really stood out, and you immediately understood why your friend was so unsettled. This was that asshole he’d told you about – the one that burned him as punishment for trying to rebel against the Aesir all those years ago. It was a sore subject for him and quite often the topic he revisited most when in a drunken stupor.

“Of course,” Durlin resigned, slowly making his way back to the centre of the room. He mumbled your name so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, but the asshole certainly did.

“Heimdall,” he offered, a little too proudly for your liking.

The god of foresight and surveillance, herald of Ragnarök, and one of Odin’s many sons. You knew of him. From what you’ve heard and, frankly, could already tell, this guy had an ego the size of Asgard itself and was a giant pain in the ass to deal with.

“Pleasure,” you grit out, unable to hide your distaste.

To your dismay, your comment only served to widen that smirk of his, and he quickly encouraged the two of you to join him outside, most likely so he could actually stand upright. You were surprised he even entered in the first place, what with how tall he was. Nothing in comparison to many other gods you’d met, sure, but still enough to hinder smooth movement within a dwarf’s dwelling (not that you didn’t struggle with it yourself, but you were fairly smaller than him).

The three of you stepped out onto the street, and you glanced around, confused. This area of the settlement was normally pretty busy around this time of day, with plenty of dwarves moving about to work on their current projects or open up stalls. Right now, however, it resembled a ghost town. Was this guy really that much trouble?

One glance at Durlin’s scarred head told you yes, he really was that much trouble.

Heimdall’s bifröst eyes once again landed on your form. His own distaste became increasingly evident as he observed your simplistic attire. It was a far cry from his own luxurious clothing, well-adorned in quality leather, armour, and a multitude of gold accents to boot. Not to mention, he looked like he’d had a full night’s rest, unlike yourself.

Soon enough, his eyes met yours, and you shuddered involuntarily at the strange pulling sensation tickling at the forefront of your mind. Was this what it felt like to have the god of foresight poking around up there? It wasn’t overly unpleasant, but it still irritated you. It reminded you of someone snooping through your diary without permission.

You clenched your fingers tightly, feeling your own powers rise in an attempt to guard yourself. You’re not entirely sure how it happened, but you felt it when his grasp slipped, denied from any attempt at getting a full read on you.

“What’s this?” He muttered, brows furrowing.

One moment he was more than five feet away, and now, your senses were overwhelmed as he invaded your personal space. His height hardly intimidated you, but you could feel the raw power emanating from his form as he continued to hold your gaze, growing more and more pissed off as he tried and failed to enter your mind once more.

He certainly didn’t like that.

“And just who are you exactly?” He seethed through golden teeth.

He grasped your wrist in a tight hold before you could step back, tugging you forward so that your chests were only a breadth apart. Durlin was stammering over his words somewhere behind you, attempting to quell the situation before it turned into anything more.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that.” You responded poorly. Where the hell your courage was coming from, you had idea.

His jaw tensed, “Must I dumb it down for you, filth?”

You so badly wanted to call him a name, too, but you weren’t that stupid. You knew you were already walking on mighty thin ice as it is, what with him being related to Odin and all. If the old codger caught wind of your true origins, you’d be screwed to Hel and back.

“I believe I was already introduced, Heimdall.” His hold finally loosened enough for you to wrench your arm back and create some much-needed space between the two of you. “Anyhow, I’m taking you up on your offer, Durl. Tell Lúnda she is more than welcome to stay for dinner.”

You sent one final glare to the Aesir god before leaving the pair of them to it. Even as you turned away, you knew he still regarded you with a sour expression on his face. If it weren’t for whatever business he was on, you were sure he would’ve kicked up more of a fuss, but you clearly weren’t his priority at the moment, and you were more than glad for it.

What a shitty day…

#fic rec #hell yeah this is 🔥

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Chapter One: The Man With The Bifröst Eyes

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

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

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

You have been warned.

"Tell me another story, Kratos." You asked the spartan before you.

He had been leaning over the large oak table, arms crossed--a grimace alluding to the disdain that was spread across his face. Kratos grunted, his demeanor changing ever-so slightly towards you in the process of your small, sweet request.

His shoulders relaxed, he had time for another tale. As he had been waiting, as everyone else had been waiting for Atreus to return home.

Not that there was much any one of them could do.

Atreus had run off, not being seen for two days. You could see the stoic look upon Kratos's face rub off, a look of worry stretching across it. You reached over to place a hand over his own.

"He will return, Kratos. Atreus is probably visiting home in Midgard. Don't worry." you reassured him.

Clearing his throat, the spartan gave another grunt.

So much for another story, you thought to yourself.

*********************

You couldn't sleep that night, a cold sweat keeping you shivering for warmth.

The light tapping of Sindri working on a blade had stirred you fully awake, while you threw back the fur blanket covering you . Atreus had still not returned, you knew as the bed in your shared room had been empty.

You sighed, the young boy had become a son to you. The thought of him being hurt and alone somewhere terrified you.

You heaved a sigh, bracing yourself to stand. Dressing yourself in the padded leather gear, as well as the gold plated armor, you hefted the long bow over your shoulders, to its dismay it chirped.

"Sorry Grötti." you replied in a hushed whisper.

Lugging your rucksack with you, tying the waterskin as well as the wrapped meats inside you slowly wandered towards the door, Sindri giving you the same worried look as he always did.

"I'll be fine Sindri. I promise." Those words hung in the air as sweetly as they did. The dwarf had scurried over from his table to wrap you in a tight hug.

"Please, be careful." and his words clung to the hands that he held, as you slipped away from him and onto the path that lied before you.

*********

There wasn't much you were worried about, only the boy, Atreus who still was nowhere to be found.

You would bring him home. You only had to find him first.

First, you had checked Midgard, the only would you found were those of the Hel-Walkers, and an angry World Serpent who also had no clue of the whereabouts of the young boy.

Then, the trail led you to Alfheim, then Muspelheim, to Svfartelheim, and finally to Vanaheim. In your last attempt to search for him, every trail of his went cold.

Then it hit you.

He must have went to Asgard.

You shook your head, your worry turned to a haunting desperate feeling as it gnarled your heart in your chest.

You could feel your chest tighten when the thought that he could be trapped by Odin.

Or worse...

He could be dead.

You shoo the thought away, no, Atreus was strong, he was smart. You knew he could handle himself quite well. He always had.

You wished for him to stop looking for trouble. All the while you were also running out of Yggdrasil stones, which meant you could travel to Asgard, however, returning would be a much different outcome.

There was no turning back, and if Atreus was not there, you for sure were going to have a lot more on your plate than trespassing.

************

It felt like hours as you wandered the Asgardian realm, wanting nothing more than to bring Atreus home.

You whispered to yourself, as well as to your bow companion, Grötti, of memories from your childhood.

Memories to keep you going, however, remembering who you were as well as to not fall into the fate of sleep.

You grew tired from the long journey here. Although it was a rather short one, it had been unbecoming, filled with nothing but stress, and bloodshed.

Apart from running into old friends, you were short on energy, and yet, it was a long way up.

An exceedingly, excruciating way up.

The wall had towered up stories high, the town you had went through with Migardian's whom sought shelter from the ever-coming Ragnarok. Their eyes watching as you went by.

You yourself knew that you were not the most inconspicuous, as you towered over many.

Standing at around 6'1, your h/c- a braid that circled your head. The furs and armor that encompassed your body--they admired you.

You were not like the others. However, you presented yourself as kind and generous, a smile never leaving your lips as you traveled up the wall.

Scaling it would prove troublesome.

Your fingers dug into the wall, feet kicking into the rock, finding small grooves to hoist yourself up the wall.

When you made it to a ledge, you made a note that when you reached the top, that you were for sure going to need a bath as well as something to eat.

Your rucksack had been stolen in Alfheim by a dark elf, which also held your source of water, in which you had taken to drink from the clear pools of water on the way up.

Not far ahead you had continued to climb, in the distance above you made out the top of the wall. With as much energy as you could muster, you bent your knees, and lunged forward to grip the ledge above you.

Pulling yourself up, you seated yourself on the ledge to look at how far you had came.

Grötti, chirped, delighted the two of you had made it so far without the help from anyone.

You murmured back that it would have been much easier to have just checked here first. The bow had fell silent once more, and you had been well rested to stand.

It was the middle of day when you reached the top, as the surrounding area was vacant. Not a soul was awaiting your arrival, which felt like the easiest by far.

Hopping down, you scoured the area on top of the wall, and as you peered over it you stared in awe of the city below you.

This was Asgard. In all of its glory, you had made it.

Atreus had to be here.

"Now what do we have here? Don't any of you stupid, filthy mortals have any common sense? Or do you all just fall short from the same tree?" You tensed, your back still turned away from the voice that came from behind you.

Wait, did he just insult you? How disrespectful. You internally seethed, yet you kept your composure as this individual was not your problem at this moment. He could pose for one later though.

"I wouldn't know, yet you would speak just as filthy as those you comment about." You retorted, still facing away.

He scoffed, "Have you come to bask in the glory of Asgard? Or steal from the Aesir?"

You had no time for this conversation, Atreus could be anywhere in the realm. Yet, this person was wasting your time. You slowly turned around, the furs gliding effortlessly behind you, your hair falling back into place.

Grötti had become rather irked by the stranger in front of you, keeping the bow calmly against your back as you spoke once again.

"I have come for a friend of mine. Nothing more."

"Lies." he sneered. "Everyone comes here for more. You could be just as selfish as the rest of those nasty mortals-" you interrupted him when you raised a hand.

"He is but a boy. Ye' high. He ran off, and I could not find him anywhere." You looked down at the ground innocently.

"I am worried sick about him. Have you seen him?" You added.

The stranger not once spoke another word, he stood there, eyes glued to you in disbelief.

"I will take you to him then--" You bowed to him, eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N."

"What?" The stranger asked, a brow raised. The Bifröst of his eyes glowing, swirling into one another.

"My name. And yours, god?" you quipped, that same playfully sweet smile egging the conversation on.

"I am the God of Foresight, Heimdall." He began, staggering towards you with a mission.

"Welcome to Asgard." He frowned as he passed.

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