#child!Heimdall
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I am kind, not Complacent chpt 1,{next}
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Heimdall gow x fém! Reader
hi all, this is a Heimdall x reader fic that I was inspired to write thanks to the very kind and talented @engardeitsme I want to thank you for reading my draft and encouraging me to share this with people.
synopsis: You are a little goddess of peace, alone for so long, fearing interacting with the outside world may just make things worse. odin hears of your existence and finds that you may be of use to him, but what will happen when he finds out that peace to you means freedom and fighting for what's right? what will he do as you, just a child, turn his allies against him? turn his son against him?
the reader will be a child for a few chapters, mute at times (spoilers) and the first few chapters will also be a back story before the events of Ragnorok, but we will get there as it is based on the game's plot! aka: Don't worry, there will be some adult pining as well, maybe smut??( idk what I'm doing) and you will see Atreus and Mimir, and Kratos and the rest of our found family.
please enjoy and let me know if you like this and want more because my plan is to write a pretty long story with multiple chapters and I enjoy positive enforcement :..)
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“Excuse me?” a timid voice whispered from the large wooden chest being hoisted between two winged warriors. The moonlight of Vaneheim shone through the keyhole, and YN could only guess the direction they were headed from her memory of the woods. She knocked on the inside of the box on the side of one of her captors. “E-excuse me?” she mumbled a bit louder, “ Um, where are we going? You shouldn’t take me too close to people. And I-it’s starting to feel a bit cramped in here-” A slam came from her left, cutting her off with a start and she held her breath.
“Shut your mouth, Serpent Tongue.” A voice of the Valkerie on her left boomed. YN sighed through her nose and sat silently, her little fingers squeezing into fists and resting on her thighs as she curled up tighter into the cramped chest. Her heart shuttered the farther they got away from her camp, and she could only hope that wherever she was going, she would be able to talk her way out of it and go back to solitude. It was best that way.
Suddenly, the marching of the two Valkeries stopped, and the rushing sound of wind and the screeching of ravens rang in YN’s ears.
The chest rattled, and sweeping darkness fluttered over the moon’s light streaming through the keyhole. YN shut her eyes tightly, covering her ears as the screeching and wings got louder and louder until suddenly there was silence. Not eery, or deafening, but somehow suddenly calm and warm. YN slowly uncovered her ears, willing her eyes to open even slightly. A warm stream of candlelight and the sweet smell of juniper berries and oak came from the keyhole. She slowly rolled onto her knees and peeked out to see where she had been taken. The room was vast and stacked from floor to ceiling with books. Scrolls lay sprawled across a large wooden desk, and she could hear a fire crackling to the left. The screeching of a chair’s legs against the wood floor took her attention, and as she tried to peek at who it was, she gasped; the chest being dropped about a foot onto the floor.
“All-father,” the Valkyries stood rigidly at attention, “We have captured the girl, as requested.” The bottom half of a blue robe, embroidered in intricate golden threads and beading was all YN could see come into view and she swallowed thickly as he stood only a few feet from where she was.
“Wha- she’s in there? The poor thing must be terrified, let her out at once!” He commanded, knocking on the top of the chest, “ I’m so sorry, dear child!” Odin apologized as the Valkyrie on the right unlocked the chest and both Valkyries lifted the top open. Inside, YN winced at the sudden flood of light and hid her face in her hands. Odin crouched down gently, resting his hands on the edge of the box. He waited patiently for the little girl to raise her head, peeking slightly at the man who just smiled down at her. “ I’m so sorry, child. I sent my valkyries because I knew they could be trusted with bringing you here unharmed, but I suppose I forgot to explain that you were to be treated as a guest,” he glared at one, “and not a suspect.” he glared at the other. They stayed unmoving, staring straight ahead. He sighed and turned his attention back to the little girl in the chest. “ You are here now, though, and you are safe now.” He said finally, reaching out a hand for her to grab. She stared at him for a moment and down at his hand, before slowly grabbing it and allowing him to help her from the chest.
“Thank you…” she whispered finally as she got her footing on the wood floor. She still couldn’t look away from their hands as she spoke again. “Am I… in trouble? I apologize if I’ve done anything to upset you.” she froze at the sudden booming laughter of the man in front of her.
“ Trouble? Of course not, sweet girl. But you are very well-spoken, may I just say!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“ You may call me All-Father.” he offered with a pat on her hand. She nodded apprehensively but responded in any case.
“Thank you, All-Father. You may call me YN,” she said instead, bowing a bit lower. Odin tutted and tucked a finder under the girl's chin, making their eyes meet.
“ Now, now. None of that.” he stood tall and with a wave of his hand, the Valkeries dismissed themselves, and YN and Odin were left alone in his study. Odin turned to walk back behind his desk and took a seat, ushering the girl to sit in front of him. She obliged, crawling onto the large chair and letting her feet dangle off the floor, barely able to see Odin over the desk. The man chuckled softly and leaned in closer, resting his elbows on a stack of scrolls. “Do you know why you’re here, YN?”
She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, sir. But I hope I can help in some way, so that I may return home. It is best you keep me away from others.” Odin chuckled again, pointing at her.
“That. That’s why—quite the negotiator. You are very well-spoken, YN, and you are so small. Did your family teach you such good manners?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.
“No sir, my family passed away long ago, I’ve been on my own for a bit now.”
“Hm… and how long is a bit?”
“ 3 years in the spring, sir,” she said a bit too quickly. She had been counting every day she had been alone since she could remember. She was truly just a tot when it happened. Only remembering the screams and the flame of her village burning to the ground. She remembered sobbing over her mother’s corpse and promising to never let any needless bloodshed happen again. She didn’t realize her grief was so strong it had cursed her with immortality and the responsibility to hold up her end of the bargain. And though she tried her best to learn and meditate, no one took a little girl asking them to stop fighting seriously. Godly rage in the hands of an emotional child caused more harm than good, turning entire civilizations into mindless drones. No bloodshed, but no soul either. She went into hiding soon after, thinking it better for people to fight for what they believed in, rather than being complacent.
“And you don’t look a day over 12 years.” Odin broke her out of deep thought and she only nodded.
“My… aging has slowed since my family has passed...” She spoke slowly, starting to understand the circumstances.”... you know who I am, don’t you, sir? What I am…” She simply watched as Odin stroked his beard, seeming to ponder what to say next.
“ I do…you are the young goddess of logic, strategy, protection…peace. You seek nothing but peace… And do you know who I am?” He questioned. YN paused for a moment, looking around the room before meeting his gaze once again, “ You are someone important… but I do not know beyond that, I am sorry…” Odin nodded again.
“ I am Odin, the All-Father. Kind of the Asir Gods. it is my job to protect Asgard and the rest of the 9 realms.”
“Odin…” The girl let the name linger on her tongue and realization made her go ridged. “Yes… Yes, I have heard of Odin… are we in Asgard? I thought it wasn’t allowed for people like me.”Odin laughed at this, shaking his head in amusement.
“Yes for our protection I have closed us off from the other realms. But you are a guest. You’ve been alone for a long time.” He stated.
“Yes, sir. I know nothing much outside of Vaneheim, and I have spent little time talking to people enough to understand what is happening in the realms. The easiest way to keep peace for me… is to keep space…”
“Mmh…” he hummed, hinting he wanted some elaboration. The girl nodded and continued,
“ I have found that when I speak… when I speak with people and I’m not careful… they become, uhm… empty?” she tried the word on her tongue, “they don’t act the same. Like ghosts just passing by each other. There is no war or hunger… but there is also no life…” she explained, starting to lose her train of thought. “I just don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispers finally. Odin nods and straightens himself to look down at YN.
“ I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while, dear child. You seemed so alone, it was heartbreaking…Are you lonely?”
“Yes.” She spoke, without hesitation, not even quite realizing her own words until they rang in her ears. She stiffened in realization, but slowly relaxed into her seat, fidgeting with her hands. “Yes, I am…I don’t run into people much… and Skoll and Hati are a great company, but I miss… I miss my family…” she all but whispered at last, her lip quivering as she came to the realization this was the longest conversation she’s had in nearly 50 years. A blink of an eye in her immortal life, but long and unbearable just the same. She was, after all, only a child. Odin took a moment to listen and let the girl sit in silence before standing up slowly and walking up to her before crouching at her side.
“ I have been watching over you… and how deeply you care for every breathing creature around you so much that you find the strength to stay away is something deeply admirable. You are a very powerful, YN. And I think if you stayed here with me… I would be able to help you use your power to help Asgard build strong connections with all the realms, to create peace everywhere, without fear that you may be manipulating people with your words.”
YN looked up to meet Odin’s gaze and rubbed a tear welling up in her eye. The idea that she may be able to help so many people. May be able to stop needless bloodshed. And to do so without taking away people's free will. It made her heart thrum with hope for the first time in years.
“You think you can teach me?” she asked softly, rubbing under her nose. Odin smiled, resting his withered hand on her head. “Teach me to help people? To help build relationships and… and keep their souls whole?”
“With my help?” Odin asked dramatically, “ Absolutely.”
YN’s heart pumped fast in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from throwing her little arms around Odin’s neck, pressing her teary eyes into his shoulder. He stiffened, staring at the girl clinging to him, before relaxing with a chuckle and patting her back. She knew better than to trust strangers, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.
“We will talk more soon, but now it is late. Let me show you to your room, There is a hot meal waiting for you, and we don’t want it to get cold now, do we?” He held her at arm's length by the shoulders and helped her whip her tears with the end of his robe. She could only nod as she tried to subside her gently sobbing and Odin stood tall, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head to the upstairs level of the lodge. It was mostly quiet, with gentle murmurs coming from a room here or there. The candlelight felt so calming and YN took this moment to just take in the grandness of the lodge.
“ It’s so big…” she whispered. Odin snickered and ruffled her hair.
“I suppose it is, isn’t it?” he stopped in front of a large oak door at the end of the hall with gold inlay and burnt carvings. He swung the door open to reveal and gently lit the room, Simple yes, but to YN? It was the picture of comfort. I fireplace in one corner, a large queen bed in the other piled with a stack of fine furs with a corner table. A bowl of stew steamed and being cooled by a light breeze flowing through the window. Finally, her eyes landed on two shelves, one full of books and one full of weapons.
“Weapons?” she looked at them quizzically. Odin simply nodded as he led her to her bed, pulling the small table closer so she could start eating.
“ yes. You will be taught to hone your brains, but every Asgardian god must learn to fight. It’s an unfortunate precaution. But it’s because I care so deeply for my family.” YN, swallowing a piping mouthful and staring at Odin with eyes wide as dinner plates.
“Family… me?”
Odin just smiled in return leaning town to tuck a stray hair behind the girl’s ear and kissing the top of her head.
“Get some rest, sweet girl.” With that, Odin walked to the door and bowed before taking his leave. As he shut the door and turned, he could see piercing pink eyes staring from the room across the way. “Heimdall?” he questioned, and was met by the embarrassed gasp of the little boy who had been caught red-handed. Odin sauntered over to the door and the door opened wider, revealing a young boy who looked about twelve, with a mop of golden blond hair and bright rosy sapphire eyes, freckles showing in the candlelight. The boy bowed deeply.
“I’m sorry, All father. I heard noises…different ones I mean.” He stated, not looking his father in the eyes. He seemed to wince now and then, as a barrage of noises and conversations pounded into his ears. Odin patted his head lightly and Heimdall looked up, trying not to show his nervousness. “Who is that girl?”
“A guest, Heimdall. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“A guest… do you think she can be trusted, All-father?” Heimdall looked nervously beyond his father’s figure, staring at the door and listening to what could be happening. There was the clinking of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl, the crackle of a dying fire, and a soft hum that seemed to soothe his trembling the more he focused on it. He looked back as his father chortled.
“ I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. She can be of great use to us as a mediator, and she seems eager to help if it means she can learn her powers. But only time will tell.” Heimdall nodded, wringing his hands together nervously as he spoke up again.
“ Do you think… we could be friends, All-Father?”
“Friends? My boy, I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting too distracted. It would be best if you could read her mind and be done with it. If only you were improving faster.” He tsked and Heimdall lowered his head.
“And besides,” Odin continued, “ She will have her own studies to focus on.” Heimdall’s shoulders drooped at the answer and he nodded, meekly. Odin sighed, pinching his temple in slight annoyance before putting on another smile and resting a hand on his Son’s shoulder. “Listen… I will introduce you two, and maybe I can have you two do some combat training here or there. This will allow you the opportunity to learn more about her; do some intel work for me, hm? But you have a very important role to fulfill, Heimdall, I can’t let you lose sight of that. Alright?” Heimdall perked up slightly and nodded.
“Yes, All-father. Thank you, All-father. I promise I won’t get distracted,” he bowed deeply and retreated behind his bedroom door. “Good night, All-Father.”
Heimdall spun from the door, his little bare feet carrying him to his bed where he tucked himself into his furs. He would learn more about the girl with the soft voice tomorrow.
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YN woke to the sound of bustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, listening to the heavy footfalls of leather boots and the clatter of daggers and axes dangling off belts. She took in the noise of people talking and shouting down the hall, the sound of sparing outside her window, and what sounded like staff calling out to each other while running errands. She rubbed her tired eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and flopped deeper into the furs, opening her eyes to look at the ceiling. The more she listened, the more it made her nervous; the thought she was so close to so many people. Her lips pressed tight, she sighed through her nose to ease her nerves.
“ Just don’t try to fix anything…” She mumbled to herself. She didn’t know where she was and how long she would be here, and though Odin had been welcoming and explained that being locked in the chest was a gross misunderstanding, she couldn’t shake a feeling of unnerve hidden under the warmth she felt being in a soft bed and being fed kind words. She learned long ago to never trust first impressions, but being paranoid wouldn’t help either. She felt her body start to shiver but caught herself, frowning and smacking her cheeks lightly to knock out the nerves. “Everything will be fine.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Ah!” she yelped and sprang up from her bed to see a maid had made herself comfortable in YN’s room. The maid paid no mind to the girl’s scream, simply walking over to the window to open it, letting a cool breeze in.
“I was wondering when you would finally wake up. Goodness, I only checked five different times this morning! The whole lodge is awake now and you are supposed to be at the training grounds in 30 minutes!” She was an older woman; round and soft with a simple dress that skated across the floor and a tattered apron covered in what looked like coffee stains and dust. She had rough brown hair with lightened streaks that showed her age. Crow's feet pulled at the corners of her eyes and she had permanent worry marks on her forehead. Despite that and her fast pace, she gave off a comforting aura that made YN feel safe. She hustled about, grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers from a wooden cabinet, she set them on the bed and the girl's feet. “My name is Maliorn; you can call me Mal, Do not call me “maid” or I will smack you,” she warned. “Quickly now, grab these and come with me. I need to get you in the bath and dressed in 20 minutes.”
“Oh, ok, but-whoa!” The maid ushered her out of the hall and pushed her towards a grand bathroom. “W-wait I’m sorry I don’t understand can I at least-” YN yelped as she was shoved yet again.
“No time, we are far too behind for questions. Hurry, hurry, hurry!” YN felt eyes around staring at her, most likely because she was an unfamiliar face being corralled into a bath and trying and failing to get a word in. Before the maid slammed the door, YN saw bright pink eyes stare back into hers, the boy’s shoulders shaking in laughter at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t do much but hide her face in her clothes. Mal huffed as YN simply froze and ushered her to the bath. “None of that now. I wouldn’t have to rush you if you had just woken up earlier. Clothes off please.”
“I didn’t know I needed to, I’ve never had a schedule before,” YN explained, pulling her nightshirt off over her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“Just Mal, dear,” Mal stated, picking YN up from under her arms and dropping her into the bath. YN gasped, shivering and trying to crawl out before Mal pushed her back and poured a pitcher of ice-cold water onto her head, grabbing shampoo.
“It’s f-freezing!” YN whined, shaking like a leaf as Mal pulled her sopping hair from her face and scrubbed any grime from it.
“Tch, well it would have been warm if you were awake when I drew it.” Mal teased with a smile, pouring another pitcher of water to wash the suds out. After a more thorough scrub down than YN would have liked, Mal pulled her out of the bath, tossing her a soft towel. “Hurry and get dressed. If you are quick you may be able to grab some bread from the great hall before I take you to the training grounds. Do NOT,” mal pointed a finger at the girls forehead “ go to the great hall alone. Find me and I will get you something to eat.” With that, Mal slipped out of the room, most likely to run off and take care of her other duties while she waited for YN to get dressed. The girl finally took the first deep breath since she woke up and pulled on her black trousers and green tunic, tying in the back around her waist to stop any bunching. She used leather straps to tighten the cloth of her shirt to her wrists, as well as her trousers around her ankles. She wrapped a final piece around her hair into a ponytail and ran off to try and find Mal.
YN ended up wandering into the great hall, The smell of fresh bread and lingonberry jam, sausage and lamb roast, porridge and honey, and even sweet almond cakes made her mouth water. She followed it to a main table, crowded by people nearly stacked on top of each other. Warriors in the morning were desperate to eat their fill before going off to train, and as a result, there were stronger warriors at the forefront hoarding food while others pushed against the table to grab at anything they could find. This caused fresh loaves, cakes, butter, and jam jars to topple off the table in a waste, causing more problems of ‘I was going to eat that!’ and ‘You owe me a new pair of boots, worm!’.
YN was able to dissect the entire situation and how it could be fixed, but shook her head. ‘No’ she thought ‘I can’t intervene on my first day. I just need to grab something and leave.’ With that, YN tried her best to squeeze between the crowds of people swarming the table to get some food. She huffed and tried again to move past the large lumbering bodies, her heart beating faster as the crowd’s shouting made her lose her bearings. She started to panic at the yelling and lack of space and gasped as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked to the side.
“Oy, I’m not done yet, vermin.” A man sneered down at her, his face caked in the oils of sausage links and jam. He spoke with his mouth full, sputtering food, and cackled as YN whipped her face from flying crumbs before turning back to his food. YN scowled, feeling something primal bubble up deep inside her. Letting her frustration get the better of her, YN took a deep breath before tugging on the leg of the einherjar who had grabbed her not a moment ago. He whipped around at her, snarling in annoyance.
“What do you want, you little rat?” the man sneered. YN blinked her big eyes and smiled up shyly at the hulk of a man.
“I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m having some trouble getting to the food table. Don’t you think it would be better if everyone simply took turns grabbing what they needed and then taking a seat?” Her voice seemed to echo and carry through the great hall like a song, and the shouting and clamoring started to quiet as people listened to her “suggestion”. The man in front of YN seemed to get clouded vision as he nodded slowly, his features relaxing as he finally swallowed his food and moved to the side so she could get to the table, others following suit, humming in agreement at the suggestion. The girl smiled and grabbed a loaf of warm bread, breaking it open and watching the steam ripple from the inside. She hummed as she slathered it with butter and jam and folded it back closed. Turning back, she bowed slightly at the crowd slowly surrounding her.
“Thank you, now I will take my leave and let someone else go. See? Isn’t that much better?” the girl asked with a smile, going to suck some jam off her thumb.
“Yes… You are right. So sorry, goddess…” She froze at the title, her thumb still in her mouth. She quickly popped it out and shook her head. ‘I did it again…’ she thought in a panic. YN swallowed thickly and waved her hands in the air.
“N-nevermind! It was a dumb idea, do what you want!” In a split second everyone seemed to regain their senses. The warrior she had spoken to blinked back his foggy haze and focused back down at her, glaring.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done eating yet, you little runt!” She gasped as he reached out his arm to snatch at her, and yelped when she was suddenly pulled by her scruff from the crowd. She was all but dragged outside and whipped around to a panicked Mal, who grabbed her face and scanned her body.
“My goodness, are you alright?!” Mal sighed as the girl nodded and then put on a scowl. “I thought I told you to come find me. The great hall is no place for you to be going alone, they’re all animals in there. ESPECIALLY in the mornings! The bunch of heathens.” Mal scolded YN until she noticed the girl's shy form looking meakly down at her bread. She sighed and patted her head before putting a hand on her back and leading her towards the training ground. “Now now, no use crying over spilled milk. I’m glad you got something to eat, you’ll need it. Hurry and wolf that down while you can.” YN nodded and took a bite of her breakfast, humming at the soft texture of the bread and sweet jam. She looked towards the training grounds and focused on a small boy, about her age. His golden hair shimmered in the morning sun as he moved swiftly against his opponent, a large lumbering man with fiery red hair. The boy turned, feeling YN’s eyes on him, scowled as he met her gaze. The girl frowned in return. ‘What’s his problem?’ she thought, suddenly feeling anxious at having to interact with someone who held such obvious disdain on his face.
Heimdall clicked his tongue as he focused more on her, trying to hear her thoughts, but couldn’t focus when they were so far apart. He didn’t pay enough attention to dodge a blow to the back of the head from the man he was sparing.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, glaring up at his brother, “ Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he snapped. The young man rolled his eyes, tossing his hammer lazily in his hand. He was nearly seven feet tall and still growing. His hair was tied back in two braids and a bun, and the scruff of his beard was just long enough for a single short braid.
“Pay attention, brat. I have more important things to do than teach you how to swing a sword around. The least you could do is pay attention,” he looked down at Heimdall and smirked, “and stop making it so obvious you’re trying to read minds. It’s pathetic.” Heimdall gritted his teeth.
“I’m already more useful than you, Thor. All you’re good for is throwing your weight around!” he snapped back. Thor stopped tossing his hammer and instead harshly held it under his brother’s chin, making him strain to look up at him.
“Better than being a sniveling little monster who can’t even use his gifts without sobbing like a baby. Should I tell All-Father about a few nights back? When you wept for hours because “it was just too loud to sleep~” Thor made a mocking whimper as he impersonated Heimdall and his last episode. Heimdall shivered at the mention of the All-Father and what he would do if he found out Heimdall had been crying from the voices in his head again. Thor continued, “At least I do what I was made for. I can fight, and you can barely do that.”
“Yes, I can!”
“Oh yeah?” Thor looked over at the girl coming closer to the training ground. Odin had already told him he was going to be given another brat to babysit and was dreading it until now. He smirked as he looked back down at Heimdall. “That little runt has probably never fought in her life. I bet you can’t even beat her.” Heimdall looked back towards the girl and then up at his brother.
“Is that a wager?” he smirked. Thor snorted.
“Sure. if you can best her, I’ll tell Father you’ve been improving much faster these past few days. If you can’t beat her, then…” Thor strokes his beard as he ponders a punishment then shrugs, “I’ll tell the All-Father about your most recent tantrum.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“You can’t be serious!”Thor simply stood straight and crossed his arms.
“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it-”
“Of course, I can!” the boy snapped, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thor snickered and held out his hand.
“It's a bet then.” Heimdall scowled and put his little hand in his brother's. He wasn’t going to lose to some little girl from who knows where. He was an Aseir prince. And no one would know about the things that keep him up at night. Not even the All-Father.
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#fiction#heimdall x reader#heimdall gow#gow ragnorak#gow odin#god of war x reader#fem!reader#gow x you#heimdall x you#i don't know what else to tag#@engardeitsme#i think thats it#let me know if i'm missing one#mute!reader#child!reader#child!Heimdall#I am kind not complacent#dance with me like the sun and moon
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Atreus when he sneaks into Asgard and is immediately bullied by Grown Adult Heimdall
#at his grown adult age picking fights with a teenager#embarrassing#a full physical altercation#are you not embarrassed#he’s 14 he’s a baby#then his dad shows up#god of war ragnarok spoilers#I guess#god of war#god of war ragnarok#god of war 4#god of war heimdall#heimdall#gow heimdall#gow atreus#god of war atreus#atreus#correction: his voice actor was 40+#a GROWN man#bullying a child#bro?#Heimdall is a full adult man fighting with the Ghost of Sparta#another full adult man beavsue Heimdall refuses to stop picking on his son#‘I’m going to beat your son up’ sir that is a baby
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does anyone know where i could get some good references of the odinsons or some good references of heimdall, because i pretty have much none for him and all the ones i found are all the same.
Also if anyone has any tips on drawing heimdall and baldur, they are greatly appreciated because i am struggling 😭😭😭
#please sir i’m just a poor peasant child looking for some good references would you spare me some#also the tips are mostly for heimdall#i cannot draw that white boy to save my life#gow ragnarok#gow 2018#gow thor#gow tyr#gow heimdall#gow baldur#also yes i’ve tried pinterest
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Begging u all to stop shipping Heimdall w/ a child. If u want to put him in a relationship with a trickster god that makes no sense canonically and has no merit other than "they hate eachother" so u can make up headcanons about your fixit au, Hermes is right there
#half joking#heimdall#hermes#gow#gow3#god of war 3#god of war#god of war ragnarok#heimdall gow#the urge to put this in the ship tags but also i dont want insane people anywhere near me#atreus is voiced modeled after and mocapped by a child and that is more than enough for me to know about u freaks and your moral line
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''My son is so poetic!''
Heigu be saying something deep and Heimdall is like: Omg my child is so smart and poetic! I have created a genuis :3
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Heimdall and our son, Jarl ❤️
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hold is heimdall even like. a god in the events of shinsekai no kamigami. cause he's allowed in asgard but he's still in the form of a child. what even happened to his true form im assuming that got forgotten about and is basically not canon since it was mentioned once in ragnarok and never again
#fish.txt#mdlr#also idk how loki being god reverts him to the form of a child id assume it'd be the opposite no ?#at least if that's how it works for heimdall#since heimdall and loki are both gods that got exiled into the form of children#although loki was still a god ig ? cause that was like half the plot of the first manga season#i don't know anymore man this shit is too confusing
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The White Dove Pt 41 - Fantastic Four
The White Dove Masterlist
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Seated on the deck of Eldfalls, having taken your things upstairs and retrieved the pieces for the final chunk of mast tipped in a cone shape to finish it off as the sketches show it isn’t a flat ended mast. Around you bees hovered to capture the steady assembly of the intricately lined up bits to help the process even more. One by one the largest bit yet over several hours was assembled to the end point, “Hey, just in time.” Eddie said making you chuckle at his pop up over the side of the ship.
With him you lifted the part he would keep level so you could climb up the mast and across the unfinished arm beam to guide the piece around the inner straw. To fit snuggly inside the end of the cone tip you measured precisely to not have to cut it again. Possibly a hair too long from what it once was. All the same the hum of the ship spread to the end of the mast while you secured the final internal latches. “That should do it,” you said causing Eddie to lower his arms and you to turn and stand up on the beam to walk back so that you could climb down to the deck so that you could stare up at the mast fully supporting itself and ready to welcome a new sail when you had completed it.
Behind you Eddie moved to loop his arms around your middle, not willing to break this moment of pride at having put so much work into bringing Eldfalls back to life. He did break the silence when you stepped away wiping your cheek to look up at him to ask about his trip at a loss for what to say. “Ready to try the handles?”
“We can,” you said with a nod, “See if it snaps off or actually contracts and pops up again.” To the hatches you moved and both knelt to take hold of the handles.
“On three, one, two,” anxiously you wet your lips fidgeting your fingers around the handle that in time dropped to his push of his own handle, “Three.” There was no time to worry as the hum continued up the mast entirely and from the cone tip backwards into the central mast. That folded inwards to meet up with pieces of the arm both formerly there and replaced from you until it all was tucked safely within the hull of the ship seen through the open hatch doors. Disbelievingly you scoffed and released the handle to cover your mouth. Wide eyed staring at the open hatch doors to Eddie’s proud laughter.
“It actually went down,” you squeaked in the lower of your hands.
“Ready?” he asked and you nodded, lowering an arm again to take hold of the handle for a timed tug this time to have him rush over and scoop you up in a tight hug. Lost for words as the borderline boastful burst of flames erupted around Eldfalls for the first extension of his completed mast. “Oh we are going to celebrate with so much food.” He hummed, making you giggle as he led you to climb down to head inside, saying to Eldfalls, “Rest up buddy, we’re heading to Africa in a few days for a summer of travels. We’ll keep some spare room for you in the bus if you want to come along.”
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Where one medal was expected an entire celebration in South Africa was going on for both Misique and Venom that atop an eagle you dropped in on. Most of the day performances and exhibits of artistry from the joyful countries within the continent elated with all the changes enacted upon its people for the better were savored until a skilful getaway to find Eldfalls sleeping still within the bus. He knew he had to stay behind for this, and at the motion of the bus was excited in the path ahead to start the drive to India. This country, much like its desert riddled neighbors you drove through did not want Misique’s help enabling a free couple weeks of traveling throughout to see all the wonders possible until China’s borders were reached.
Inside the bus use of that hair dye was taken advantage of to keep your minty shade from the videos the followers you had and gained enjoyed the view of the quietest Avenger at your side for a spa adventure all his own. Even more stops were planned within the second country, and made all the more special at the interest Eldfalls brought hovering above your heads. No more than when you crossed the Great Wall where the General Secretary of the Chinese Communist Party and President of the People’s Republic of China Hu Jintao was there with his wife, son and daughter amongst a small group of other officials and their families to welcome the Viscountess of Denmark, her adopted brother and dragon.
Not an official dinner of state, but one to pay respects to an occasion such as this. Dragons in Asian cultures were prized, same as many others, but to have one, even if a magical alien ship disguised as a dragon many simply wished to have the chance to see him for themselves. Hu Jintao rarely gave press and preferred his privacy but for the papers at least he and his family smiled beneath Eldfalls then respectfully guided you to a private dinner. There they wished to talk on the few details of the first round of your trials were published to be so promising that a second round was planned to have you fly back to Sweden to help start the second round of volunteers off. Compliments were given and hopes that the progress would continue to be promising for eventual cures before question of your next stop came.
Pandas had smiles spread and with calls ahead a full private tour of a conservation exhibit were booked to grant you and Eddie a much prized gown, glove and mask donning video clip of you being able to greet and mingle inside a room with panda cubs. The very last stop was to be made certain that you went to get that Alpaca fur blanket patterned after panda fur to go with the rest of your souvenirs from the trip.
For the first part of May all through Mongolia you and Eddie explored. From the monasteries to the nature reserves the President had when word came you entered the country wished to get his own picture with you three planned to meet you at so many secrets were uncovered as well as a love for true Mongolian food.
Tsakhiagiin Elbegdorj, inside of the press message extending a welcome to you and Eddie also shared a mention of welcome unlike other leaders to Misique and Venom to help with any endangered species or landscape they were able. And aside from the Gobi Desert word his message was received came in the form of a glittering yellow mushroom cloud that added a great bounty of creatures and life to the nature reserves and wilds of the country.
Of course you had to dye your hair again inside your bus so that when the meet up the following morning came with the President, his wife and stunning 25 children the press could capture their excitement to meet you and hear of all you had seen of their country so far as well as plans ahead. This bit of travels did have to be your favorite as you got to have several gorgeous pictures on the two day path atop reindeer to a remote part of the mountains and back down again to add a great deal of variety to the scenery. The Gobi Desert was last, as on the edge of it was where the carrier plane set to fly you both and the bus to Sweden was booked to meet you.
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“Welcome back, Pluto.” Echoed from various people including the King whose young relative who had been part of the trial that was back for a second round as they showed such progress from their illness towards remission. Explosive numbers of visitors flocked to the museums Eldfalls toured once again to boast his completed mast to help spread the pride of all his pilot’s work did not cease as warm weather and ample sunlight coated all of Scandinavia.
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‘Disaster has struck today as word has been received from Victor Von Doom’s space station shoots straight around the world. A cloud of energy yet to be determined exactly of its components rendered four of the members of the crew unconscious and aid from NASA was required to fly the crew back home to be examined. Their shuttle is expected to touch down off the shore of Corpus Christi this afternoon and we will keep you all abreast of any news as it comes about.’
“Oh that doesn’t sound good,” Eddie muttered as you both looked from the tv on the wall to your meal across the coffee table inside your same red barn like rental in Sweden.
“You know if you were home Jonah would send you off to chase a lead to counter that.” You teased making him chuckle.
“Just glad to be with you, Sis.” He said patting a hand on your leg. “Don’t need a story this summer, loving the free vacation time with you. Do guess Johnny Storm would want some of your summer time to get his new bike ready for him.”
“If he’s not sprouting some new arms or turning green if it was a type of radiation they were hit with.” Making him chuckle.
“I doubt if they did turn green that they would want a second Hulk on earth. Has to be a good sign that they are being brought back.” He joked back.
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The Thing, seen and still feared by many even after helping with a news covered fiasco on a bridge was now commonly known to be hiding out at friends houses in Brooklyn. Still remaining at a distant phone call limited relationship with his fiancé Debbie to spare her from fear and repulsion, the later he greatly felt himself fueling such routes to avoid spoiling his future with her. Patterns came to a great ploy to lay out to keep that goal and came to use in finding The Thing himself inside a bar down in Brooklyn.
Masked and lit up you found him easily. Silence fell over the bar behind Ben’s back causing him to assume another gawking patron entered and would creep to a distant seat far from his place at the bar. “Ben Grimm, heard you wanted to talk to me.” You said turning his head and causing him to straighten up seeing your petite self at his side.
“Misique,” he all but whispered gravely and cleared his throat lowering his large pint to the bar.
“I tend to be out of town for the best things lately. Mind if I take a scan of your hand?” you asked and he immediately lifted a hand to be eased within the scanner ring you had in hand to map his genes to work from there.
“How’s it look? Reed can’t make heads of how to fix me without recreating the cloud inside a chamber he’s building.” Lower he growled, “Taking his sweet time more like, it seems.” Watching you scour the projection of his genetic code on the back of a bee resting on your wrist.
“How would you take a Hulk situation?” you asked and his face seemed to light up in excitement.
“I could, you could get me out of this?! Even if I have to keep The Thing side as long as I can be me again, please, whatever you can do.”
“I’ll need you lower,” you said making him chuckle and climb off his metal stool to accept a sturdy metal frame chair lower to the ground from one of the tables a neighbor of his brought over to a clear walkway for him to use. Softly in pocketing the ring you let out a breath smoothing your hands together as the bartender called for the door to be locked and everyone to give you both some room to not get in the way. “This is gonna hurt,” you sighed.
“I can take it,” he rumbled.
To which you responded in a lift of your now yellow glittery mist coated palms to hover around his temples, “Didn’t mean for you.”
“What?” he asked and instantly his eyes bled to glittering yellow in the burst of mist coating his rock like body. Groans low and muffled between pops and odd splits of what sounded like soft thunder came from the bubble of light engulfing the both of your bodies until suddenly it was gone.
Blinking out of time both of your eyes containment of your energy to not explode with what had been surging from deep within you any discomfort of your part was unnoticed as Ben panted and laughed in shock at his fleshy shirtless barefoot self he and others praised the one who helped return him to that state. “Whoa,” he said breaking from the elation as in your step back a leg gave out urging him to spring up looping you in an arm to catch your fall. “Let’s sit you down. Hey, let’s get a menu over here, meal’s on me.”
“Whatever you’re drinking rounds are on me!” The bartender said gaining nods from the supportive crowd as Ben sat you down in his own metal chair.
“I’m a minor,” you said in a shake and slow blink that now had both eyes on the same time.
“You’re a what?!” Ben asked in his pull back, both hands on your shoulders.
“I can’t drink. Well I can, physically, but my metabolism burns it so fast it would take a gallon for me to feel a buzz for more than three seconds even if I wanted to. Best to spare your license and good spirits on those who won’t waste it.”
“You’re a kid,” he whispered to himself now in his own realization of an argumentative point on why you hadn’t been caught on surveillance earlier to join the fighting against Thane when the kids were snatched. “How old is Venom?” he asked curiously.
“Venom’s from a planet named Klyntar, they don’t age. Time is irrelevant to his people. But he’s fully grown, why he picked me to bond with.”
“Four burgers sound good?” he asked and you nodded and he looked to the bartender saying, “Four orders of fries too. Double on the fries.”
In wait for the first burger you said, “Mad as it may sound meditation will help you to shift back. Deep breaths and you’ll feel a growling sort of gurgle,” you said making him smirk.
In a second chair with his eyes closed you helped him to sense the feeling in a hover of your hands on either side of his head, tapping his mind to guide his body through the process to both have him back to stone and then fleshy again. “Might be a bit hard at first one way or the other but you will get used to it. Tearing the stone side out fully would have been too damaging for your cells after that blast. You need those atoms to help your body heal itself and remain stable.”
“Reed’s gonna flip seeing me come out of the elevator. I can’t thank you enough. Sure he’ll be keeping me locked up to strap monitors on me all week but it is so worth it.”
Three burgers soon enough and one of your bees sounded off making you grumble at the alarm Stark was inbound to trace the burst of energy luring chuckles from those around you. Inside the paper lining the basket of your final order you folded the food saying around your mouthful. “I gotta go, thanks, for the food. Mind the walk home looks like rain.” Right over the bar you sprung to reach the window inches from the roof over a set of shelves you eased open to dive out of it closing the window behind you in time for a clear sound of the propulsion boots on Stark’s suit cut off to signal his open of the door.
“Evening Stark,” Ben said finishing off the two fries you had dropped out of the paper in your haste causing the billionaire to look him over in the open of his helmet.
“Ben Grimm, you’re looking, you again.”
Ben chuckled saying, “Misique answered my call. Was able to make me like Banner, but without the anger issues.”
Tony nodded asking, “Need a ride? Cap was coming for backup, you’re barefoot.”
“Ride would be nice, ya,” he stood and flashed a smirk to the knowing bartender who accepted the cash drawn from his pocket and handed him his now oversized trench coat he had left on the bar to sling around his shoulders on the way out. And on the back of Cap’s bike he rode to the Baxter building, where like he said Reed and the others poured over him head to toe seeing how he had changed to be able to control this new power.
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Softly a knock came at the door of your subway car on the way back from your shift at the candle shop that had you look up to smirk at Johnny Storm who entered the car to come sit by you. “Wanted to give you a heads up.”
“Is this where I run away in terror?” you joked making him chuckle to himself.
“You could, if you wanted. No one has yet.”
“Oh then I should, you could use a good dose of fear in your daily image to keep you humble now you can burst into flames.” You joked making him chuckle again and look you, especially your freshly re-dyed hair over.
“Mint looks good.”
“Thank you. Bit of a hassle to keep up but it’s a fun summer color. Pick your bike yet?”
“Yes!” he said bringing out his phone to show you pictures, “Got it last week, took some digging, but I found the perfect classic body. Guy wouldn’t give on the engine but I said you didn’t need it and got a deal on the body. I do want a different shape to the tank though if that’s possible around the engine you make.” And out of his pockets he brought folded sheets of sketches he had made explaining each detail he wanted.
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Anomalies all over the planet had been kicking off one after another and fresh out of your shift at the book shop you like others peered up at the grey blob blotting out a good chunk of stars. Apocalyptic level meteor was the go to assumption but all your Beserker allies seemed to assume otherwise by the faintest hints or purple glowing orbs seen inside of it. Fresh off the heels of completing the bike for Johnny Storm sleep was what you hoped to gain only to have a chill run up your spine at the sudden silence that fell around you lowering your eyes to swivel. And all at once he lights began to die building by building closer to you from several blocks over now regaining power gradually in the same intervals.
Reflex only was what you could presume to call it this stupid move your body made, but suddenly for the view of the Human Torch on his chase of the silver streak he had been chasing through New York a tiny body tackled a silver man off a now hovering surf board waiting to be called back to its master.
Blow after blow deadlocked in a try by him to flee and your successful contortions to maneuver his limbs and bring him down again to be hit once more the fight came to a standstill at his hand clamped down on your throat. Pinned to the ground you grit your teeth at the force on your windpipe minutely weakening the blows you could manage into his ribs and chest for the few seconds it took for him to call his board over within reach. Just a touch and into your body a blast of energy surged he imagined would end the mortal who had tried to best him. Only to find in the release of his grip out of the body with streams of light like thick bolts of lightning coursing across it weakly you groaned, “I’ll give you two minutes to run, before I break that arm of yours in twelve pieces.”
“What are you?” he asked to the swell of concern growing in the crowd that had grown to cheer the tiny champion of New York on against this nameless foe endangering their lives. “A mighty herald may yet spare your people.” Over your body his board hovered to sink encasing you fully, trapped inside it. And as he leapt atop his board again the Human Torch lit up in a try to fly faster only to see a portal be opened then shut behind the surfer he could only huff and turn to share with the rest of the Fantastic Four on what he had seen.
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“Galactus the devourer of worlds is awaiting sight of his new herald,” the words seemed to thud in your ears as you were gripped by a shoulder to be upright once torn free of the board you now were barely able to reach with your toes being suspended by the hand gripping your shoulder. To face a shadowy figure towering over you and the tall creature behind you a steady breath was able to be mustered to not show your fear.
“Pledge yourself to me, useless one, through me you shall know true power to act upon my behest and I might yet spare your planet. Or will you dream to imagine yourself capable of war with one such as I?”
“Such as you,” you said to yourself hoarsely in the ignition of your hair and eyes causing his head and the body of the surfer behind you to shift ever so slightly to eye the glimmering curls laid across your back and part of his hand. “Let’s see just what you’re made of, shall we?” Down to the last atom in an explosion far beyond your might his every last meal was torn apart as up behind you Eldfalls had appeared engulfed in flames, shooting a beam of light from its star core to fuse with your power multiplying it thousands of times over.
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“How long shall we to wait for the young maiden to awaken. Surely to have bested Galactus and absorb and channel the energy of a star engine one must pop right up?” Fandral mused to Heimdall at his side. “She has been asleep for three days now!”
“As you have rightly pointed out young Pluto has absorbed and channeled the energy of a star engine whilst injured already. There is time, the scans show improvement on her burns.”
“Volstagg I know it is the one to rush a feast, whilst I am here to greet the one who bested a force who former King Vili and Prince Ve fought off and nearly depleted their beings entirely after slaying the first of his serpent heralds! Now this same ship has returned damaged and still was able to cast a beam that this time depleted the devourer to mere atoms across the galaxies! The child does not know what has been won!”
Eddie at your side took notice of a brow twitch, inching closer to your side with the cloth he’d been wringing out to pat the soothing oil across your olive colored bruise across your neck. “Fandral,” Heimdall said lowly to warn the man to fall silent yet could only watch you shoot up and away on your bottom at the collision of his foot mid turn into a copper bowl holding instruments used for moving bandages.
“Right, right here,” Eddie said molding himself around your back so you could tuck up wide eyed at the blonde who turned with palms laid flat onto his chest in a nod of his head.
“I do beg your pardon, young shieldmaiden.” Shallowly you wheezed out a breath in hopes to calm down your racing heart.
“We’re on Vanaheim,” Eddie murmured to you explaining the odd hut like healing bay with a cloud of mist from an arm like contraption that angled to keep you under surveillance as to not break record of its patient’s condition.
Heimdall to your right lowered to a crouch giving you a growing warm smile in the trembling rise of your bandaged hand to brush the mint curls you internally pondered the color being intact out of your face to see him clearer. “Hello Pluto.”
“The big guy, and the little-er big guy?” You squeaked out in a whisper.
Heimdall answered clearly, “Eldfalls came to your aid, and as former King Vili and his brother Ve, he aided with use of a beam from his star core enabling the complete evisceration of Galactus across several galaxies. Midgard is safe. The herald who took you was cast into the far reaches of space on the shock waves of your blast.”
You nodded and Eddie said, “You also took out twelve satellites, so earth is a bit out of touch enabling Heimdall to have come get me after he guided Eldfalls here.”
Heimdall, “You sustained mild burns from the charge of the core, all will heal and your throat will mend entirely with an herbal tea,” he said to Fandral who turned frantically.
“Yes! The tea!” rushing out to whistle and flag down a person to brew up some hot water for him.
Gesturing at him you got Heimdall to chuckle as you asked, “Thor’s friend?”
“Fandrall was on another realm before the bridge was broken and wished to meet you. I have taken the liberty of whispering in the ear of certain SHIELD members this was the act of Chickadee and that you and Eddie are on a drive for a story. Should anyone test your door or garage. We shall return you by morning the day after you were taken by Midgard time.”
“Why, does that sound like we’ve been gone for a while?”
“Three days, nearly four nights now.” Fandral said in his return to the hut with a pitcher of hot water and a mug loaded with herbs he poured to fill for you. “Sip this slowly, not all at once or it tends to upset digestion.”
Slowly you sipped on the burnt butter like tea, that like they said began to coat your throat causing it to tingle between more sips. “Eldfalls knew,” you said, realizing what the ship had done simply out of reflex against the formidable foe as you had no clue who you were shoved in front of atop that surf board shaped temporary prison cell. “Galactus, he came before?”
Fandral laughed heartily and crouched to say to you proudly, “King Vili and Prince Ve nearly spent their entire beings in besting the former herald of Galactus and used a final blast to scare the fiend off. Eldfalls was presumably lost and nearly our ruler and his heir. Here you are! Alive and with a fine ship to defend Midgard from such foes! A mortal, no less!”
Hogun entering the hut had you lower the mug from your next sip in the bow of his head to you. “Welcome, officially, to Vanir Shieldmaiden Pluto. Your injuries have healed greatly and we are pleased Heimdall has entrusted us with your care. Mortals would have had little ability to ease your suffering.”
“I don’t know how I would repay this.”
Hogun shook his head lowering down to a knee to be closer to your eye level, “You owe us nothing. Warning us of the actions of Svartalfheim, reminding us of our oaths and now saving Midgard yourself, we are in your debt.”
Simply quiet you listened as he filled you in on the arm scanner monitoring your status and helped to fold back the bandages so Eddie could help glide the oil coated cloth over your bruised neck and exposed arms and legs, once your sleeves and pant legs were pushed up, that appeared to have lightning strike burns. Those dark pink burns faded to a soft white that stood out against your tanned skin and then in a second swipe blended to your usual skin tone. To match what he was able to get when he eased up your shirt to expose your belly and back to get the most of it they promised to send with you to complete the process with a bath soak later.
Anything and everything you could learn and tour was done with Eddie not far away as Venom inside him could feel how uneasy you still felt about this attack and unsettling awakening on a new planet injured. The feast lasted hours with only admiration for how much you were able to eat to regain strength necessary to be able to get back to earth. Not empty handed either, as Hogun was proud to grant you an classic Asgardian book of fables at your far reach of a request to be given or loaned a book from their people no matter the topic they wished to share. Though upon inspection you contained your confusion as for the contents as it was in runes you couldn’t recognize as anything but close to Asgardian in a few symbols you’d have to consult the Beserkers on later.
Inside the garage eventually you were back to hear through your bees Stark in his team of Iron Man suits was known to be launching several satellites to help get the lost capabilities and actions the former ones had been carrying out. A bath was more than necessary to be paired with another mug of that tea you were sent with, and across half of your bed Eddie laid out only to feel his heart sink as you burrowed with back to his chest to almost hide inside his larger frame to regrettably answer your body’s urge to sleep to finish healing.
You hadn’t talked about what you had faced, he knew the basics, but what you felt and the commentary playing inside your chest you hadn’t shared yet. When you did wake up he coaxed that out of you, keeping you still in the safety of your hiding place as he helped to unwind that knot lodged inside of your chest to loosen the tension inside your body.
From just tackling an unknown creature who set off a second sense they were dangerous, then nearly strangled and taken prisoner to be presented to a massive being to be blown up in an excruciating atomic blast. Even waking up to a strange place and people compounded the fearful news you had been treated with hair re-dyed as you slept for three days. You didn’t know 90% of the figures involved over the past few days off planet and the only thing you had to cling to was that Eddie was there for the time you had been incapacitated and nothing unsavory had happened during that time as you were there without any of your hive who usually kept watch.
Clearly you needed a few clingy days, which he was more than willing to stay with you or leave Venom to do in his absence when you both had to work again, and until you could calm down he tried to have mini adventures to lure a space of safety around you again.
And to the day of the new semester Harry Osborn was back in town to split the news on the replayed reels of the ghost story who saved the world with your face but clearly wasn’t you as she was seen with dark hair and yours was still clearly mint. In the press he confirmed he was returning to Midtown, as apparently per order from his locked up father who wanted the best for him to continue the repairs to his academic file. And for that return a lunch of course was ambushed out of his usual habit to talk about what could be the best plan for the enrollment to come.
Pt 42
@devilishminx328. @theincaprincess, @lilith15000, @jesevans, @jiminapickle
#Escaped Child Assassin#Eddie Brock#Venom#Fantastic Four#Johnny Storm#Ben Grimm#The Silver Surfer#Galactus#Heimdall#Fandral#Hogun#Summer travels#marvel#Hurt/comfort#battle wounds#found family#protective big brothers
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Oh and uh btw I've decided I also write for Heimdall now. If y'all have any requests for him you can go ahead and send them in
[please don't forget to look at these request rules first]
#im about to write this dude as the most hateable yet sympathetic man you've ever seen#I'm going to dissect him until I find what makes him tick and then I'm going to make him cry like the pathetic child he is#affectionately of course#god of war#god of war x reader#god of war ragnarök#gow#gow heimdall#gow heimdall x reader
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So. The new God of War, huh?
#gen talks#oh man#i fucking adore dad of boy#i will say tho while what happened to Heimdall was tragic I'm sure everyone who's raised a child can relate
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I'm Kind, Not Complacent chpt 7
chpt 7
word count: 2.6k
pairing: gow heimdall x reader, kids!
A/N: hello. I'm sorry this is late, I have been going through it 👉👈 and I'm just trying my best lol. thank you as usual to everyone who likes and comments and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it! there is not much Heimdall content in this chapter but I hope you enjoy hanging out with Freya!
@engardeitsme thank you, lovey for your support I appreciate you endlessly!
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Freya’s room was full of natural sunlight. Her windows reached from floor to ceiling, creating triangular shapes through the plant-filled space. Bare wooden beams braided with ivy vines and sweet moss towered high above into the scaffolding, and Yn’s eyes trailed from one to the other, how different breeds of plants dangled from hooks, and spiralled down towards her as if they wanted to greet her.
Yn turned her eyes to Freya's back as she walked around her table, watering her different plants.
“Go on then, pick up a watering can,” Freya spoke over her shoulder and Yn stiffened at being caught staring around once again before setting her things down and grabbing a pail, dipping it into a deep basin before joining Freya in water the plants around the room.
Yn had been going to lessons with Freya for nearly two months now, and the days always started the same. Freya never came to get her, it was Yn’s responsibility to come to the chamber on time, and if she was late, Freya stated the door would be locked. The goddess had taught her on her first day the importance of caring for the plants, especially since they were going to be taking from them. It must be an equal exchange. As a result, they had spent the first two weeks focusing on the care of Freya’s plants, how to water, how much, what the soil needs to be like for each specimen, feeding carnivorous varieties, pruning dead leaves and shriveled growth, and finally spells to whisper whilst the care is given to promote healthy growth. It had all made the girl's head spin at first, and the goddess didn’t seem to care if she caught up to the information or fell behind. Despite this, Yn quickly picked up the pieces, taking every challenge in stride with a smile on her face.
Freya finished first, sitting to prepare a pot of tea for the two as she watched the girl finish her pruning and watering. In their first few sessions, Yn would rush to finish after seeing Freya had stopped. However, after being scolded about skipping steps, clipping fresh leaves, and underwatering, the girl had learned to ignore what was going on around her and focus on doing a diligent job on her own time.
Freya would wait patiently, brewing tea and setting up the rest of their lesson. She had note cards next to specimens, explaining their names and what they were used for. There were step-by-step instructions on potions, with the ingredients put to the side, and pronunciations of incantations.
“It’s important we look at individual pieces. This way we can distinguish what needs to be added together to get the results we want.” Freya explained as Yn approached, sitting to sip her tea as Freya finished setting up.
“These are the specimens I had you research last week. I want you to look at each one, and from memory, tell me what each one is used for and how to apply it best.” Yn nodded as she immediately started to examine leaf shapes and textures to sort the different plants, writing her deductions on fresh parchment. Freya gave her this test once a week, and as Yn’s pen moved swiftly against the paper, the goddess could not help the pride that bubbled, nor could she ignore the raven watching them from the rafters, its bright red eye trained on the girl as she flawlessly recited newfound knowledge. Freyr glared up at it from the corner of her eye, a vine whipping to shoo it off its perch, “After this, we will work on spell pronunciation and if there is time, we will spare until the sun sets.”
“Yes, ma’am.” the girl spoke, focused on her task. Freya raised a brow as the girl started to configure the plants in a pattern of the different characteristics they possessed, and then into the different medicines they could be used for, Including tonics the goddess had not yet taught her. In particular, a medicine using a combination of yarrow and mallow. Yn looked up to meet Freya’s gaze and smiled sheepishly. “I noticed these are both strong plants for healing and thought they may be good for a wider variety of healing if they were to be combined. Mimir taught me a bit about mallow, which is from here in Asgard, but this is from Vanir, right?” She held up the yarrow and Freya nodded.
“You’re combining ingredients from different realms?”
“O-oh, is that not allowed?” Yn frowned, lowering the plants, grabbing her notes, and flipping to a page for Freya to see her writings. The girl had been doing some of her own research on the combinations of specimens. Freya’s brow furrowed as she read the scribbles. They were conclusions she had come to but never thought to teach the girl for fear it may bring too much attention to her from Odin.
“ It’s complicated. We are meant to be focusing on Vanir magic for the time being.”
“Ah ok… I just thought… u-m it’s stupid, I’m sorry-” Freya shook her head and smiled, tapping at the girl’s notes.
“Explain it to me.” Yn smiled and explained her process as Freya pushed over the mortar and pestle so they could test the hypothesis. The magic was sound and Freya couldn’t help the smile that kept pulling at her cheeks. The girl was exceptionally bright and used her affinity for logic to aid her in her studies. Odin was right to show an interest in the girl, and that was the true cause for Freya’s want to keep the girl at the basics for as long as possible. Yet despite this, the girl’s intelligence was inspiring and her passion, infectious. For a moment, on these odd mornings during lessons, Freya lost herself in the innocence of the young goddess’s exploration and tried her best to ignore her true reason for being tasked to teach the girl.
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“I can’t do this,” Freya whispered to Mimir as they traded the girl for her lessons. The man stiffened slightly, resting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. He smiled down at her and pushed her toward the door.
“Go set your things down, lass, I’ll be right with ya.” Yn frowned but complied, worried she was in trouble. As the door shut, Mimir whipped to stare down at the goddess.
“That is not for you to decide.”
“She’s just a child.” Freya stood ridged, her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at the satir. Mimir stood his ground, his visage unreadable to her. Freya had always hated his ability to not show his emotions on his face.
“She’s been given a purpose here, my queen. A purpose bestowed onto her by the All-Father himself. Or have you forgotten?”
“I have forgotten nothing,” she spat, her eyes like hot coals. “I know very well why she’s here and refuse to continue raising another warhorse for him to-
“The girl is bright and strong, and we are only helping her on-”
“So she can be used to kill millions-”
“This is not our choice-”
“There is no choice!” The goddess’s wings flexed out, the feathers rattling as her shoulders shook with rage. Mimir stood like a statue, his bifrost eyes shimmering finally with an emotion Freya could see; sorrow.
“You know as well as I do,” Mimir spoke softly, a melancholic smile on the corner of his lips, “that this is beyond the both of us…” He turned, placing his hand on the door of his study, “every day I am with her, I feel like I am raising my own child… and then leading her to her death…” His eyes pointed into a deep glare as he looked at the goddess over his shoulder, “But I’ll be damned if I don’t equip her with the tools to give her a fighting chance.”
Mimir opened the door and walked in wordlessly, leaving it open by a hair. Freya could hear the girl on the other side, asking if the goddess was upset with her.
“Now who could ever be upset with you, little thing.” Mimir’s voice rumbled through the door. Freya peaked through the crack, watching as Mimir ruffled the girl’s hair and her laugh filled her chest and sank to her stomach.
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“That’s enough, child,” Freya spoke softly to the girl, setting down her water and sitting on a stool, ushering Yn to do the same. “You are doing well. I don’t even need to keep an eye on you, anymore.”
“Thank you, Ms. Freya,” Yn spoke softly as she pulled herself onto her stool. She picked up the teapot sitting at the wooden table and slowly poured some into the goddess’s cup before filling her own. “Do you think I’ll be ready to learn spells soon?” Freya hummed and sipped her tea, the steam whsiping up into the rafters.
“Possibly. How do you feel about pronunciation?” the girl shuffled slightly in her seat, pouring honey into her cup.
“I’ve been practicing every morning and night, miss. I really do think I’m ready. I-I’ve been excited to start spells as I have been working hard on potions and medicine a-and want to start on new lessons so that I can be of use to the All-Father sooner-”
“Why do you want to learn magic, Yn.” the girl paused, her cup hovering just below her lips.
“Well… I thought that’s why I was here.” she lowered her cup, letting the warmth of the cup heat her hands. “Mimir a-and the All-Father-”
“I did not ask what the two old men want, or why we need to be in this room together for two hours every other day,” Freya spoke, her face like a stone as she looked down at the girl. Yn swallowed dryly, setting her cup down and staring down at her knees. Freya frowned, and tucked a finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her head up for their eyes to meet. “I’m asking why you want to be here…why do you stay…”
Yn stared up into Freya’s eyes, feeling a sense of calm rush over her. Her shoulders relaxed and she stared back at the goddess, her vision steady.
“I want to know….” Freya smiled, releasing her chin
“Know what?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“I want to know… about the world. About my place in it. I want to know how to be an actual deity. Someone who can be strong enough to protect people, to protect Vanaheim, as you did…I can’t do that if I don’t even know the extent of what I am. Goddess of peace who only knows how to manipulate…goddess of logic who thinks too much with her heart…” Freya listened in silence, letting the girl speak before resting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly.
“There are always more sides to a god than originally known. I am the goddess of love and family, but I am also the goddess of war.” the girl nodded slowly, wrapping her head around the idea there may be more to her than even she knew.
“S-so you are saying those opposites… may be a part of me for a reason? That could be…full of chaos and madness?” the girl trembled at the thought, her skin going pale. Freya frowned, setting down her own cup and resting a hand on her lap.
“Possibly, but possibly not.” Freya’s voice was strong and caring, her eyes focused on the girl’s, “But just because they are, does not make you a goddess to be feared. Two sides of a coin just help to have a deeper understanding of oneself.” the girl still couldn’t stop the tremble in her hands but looked up to meet the goddess’s gaze, her breath steadying. Freya closed her hands around the girl’s. “We will figure everything out together. I promise.” Yn swallowed and slipped out of her stool, hugging Freya around the waist and burying her face in the woman’s stomach. Freya wrapped her arms around the girl, squeezing her tightly. She couldn’t help the hot coal sinking down her throat and settling in the pit of her stomach, knowing she was bound to both teach the girl and tell Odin about every instance of growth until she was what he envisioned her to be. They were all nothing but puppets in the end.
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“Mimir?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think I’m dangerous?”
The man froze mid-stride, looking down at the girl beside him, her hand clasped in his as they walked to supper. She frowned at his stiffness and looked away, tugging him down the hall.
“It’s ok… I guess I already knew the answer…” Mimir didn’t budge, pulling the girl gently back next to him and crouching down to her level. Yn looked at her feet, and when the satir tried to meet her gaze, she turned to avoid it.
“Lass, look at me.” When her head didn’t budge he tilted her head up and had to hold in a chuckle at the weak glare pointed at him. “Now what’s all this about?” she shuffled her feet, kicking up dust.
“ I don’t want to be a bad god…” She whispered, her hands wringing at the hem of her tunic. “Freya said I may be a goddess with more sides… meant to be able to manipulate and cause chaos… but I don’t want to be those things, I don’t want people to be scared of me.” She pushed, looking up at the man. “She said that it’ll be ok… but I still wanted to tell you because I don’t want you to think you should be scared…” Mimir sighed and shook his head with a smile.
“How could I ever be scared of you, sweet girl?” She huffed softly, rubbing her eyes.
“I don’t know…” he stood back up, ushering her with a hand to her back.
“Come on then. What say you we start with dessert tonight?”
“Really?”
“Sure! Just uh, don’t tell the queen.”
The girl hummed in agreement, but despite Mimir’s words and promise of sweets, she couldn’t stop the new knowledge of what she may be fester inside her, letting it fill her with dread. Freya had wanted to teach her, a Mimir had wanted to reassure, but really all they did was leave the girl with more fear and unanswered questions.
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For the first night in a while, Heimdall had been able to sleep peacefully without the overbearing ring of noises from the lodge keeping him awake. He lay curled in his furs, soft puffs of air passing past his lips as his chest raised and fell in a slow gentle rhythm. A knock and rattle of his door stirred him awake. He groaned, throwing the covers over his head, hoping they were lingering sounds that would soon dissipate as he fell deeper into the sleep. Maybe it was a drunk trying to get into his room downstairs or across the hall. There was silence and then another set of knocks, followed by a quiet voice whispering his name through the door. Heimdall frowned, his brows furrowing as he rubbed the sleep from his face. He slowly willed himself to sit up and looked over at his door, listening closer.
“Heimdall…” the voice trembled, “C-can I please come in?” the boy’s feet carried him to the door before he fully knew what he was doing, and he opened to meet glassy eyes staring back at him. Yn’s face brightened despite the tear stains, and she rubbed her eyes.
“I'm sorry, I know you were sleeping well and I didn’t want to-“
“Just,” he sighed, grabbing her wrist. “Come in so I can get back to sleep.” He didn’t let her respond, dragging her into his bed and laying his head back on his pillow, holding the covers open for her. Yn sniffled softly, and laid down next to him, letting his warmth slowly calm her. “What’s wrong.” He mumbled, his eyes already closed. Yn looked up at his face, how he was already starting to doze off. He had truly come a long way, and under other circumstances, she would have smiled.
“I’m worried I may be a bad god.”
“There is no such thing as a bad god, only weak underlings” he grunted, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head. She hummed, expecting an answer akin to this from the Aesir, still, it didn’t ease her.
“Still… I think people here are afraid of me… most of the maids won’t even look at me and the einherjar avoid me on the sparing grounds a-and even in the great hall…even at breakfast!…” she swallowed. “W-what if Mimir or Freya-”
“Anyone afraid of you is either brainless, “he spoke through a yawn, “or a coward. Now go to sleep.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Am I brainless or a coward?”
“No-”
“There you go.”
“Hm…” the girl smiled slightly, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she settled in the bed. “But do you dislike me?”
“If I disliked you would I wake up in the middle of the night and waste my precious sleep hours consoling your idiotic claims.” She didn’t respond and this was answer enough. He huffed through his nose, pulling the covers closer. “Go to bed, songbird.” She buried her head in his chest, sighing with a tired smile.
“Thank you, weasel…”
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Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.3) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader
Type of Writing: Poll Result
Characters: Buddha & Child! Reader
Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.3)
Original Poll Link: Here
Other Parts: (PT.1) & (PT.2)
A/N: This got super lengthy, so the three humans from the poll are coming out in another piece! Now, enjoy!!
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🍭 He knew about you from the many stories themed around the Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven
🍭 You were the offspring from a mortal and Hajun, how did that all work out? Nobody has a clue besides the two involved
🍭 Hajun was destroyed while you were out with him, so you were sent off by Hades to live with Beelzebub for the meantime as he planted your father inside of the young God, Zerofuku
🍭 Arriving with your guardians, the Seven Lucky Gods, you were handed over to Heimdall as the battle commenced
🍭 Heimdall had you standing beside him as he commented, occasionally allowing your opinion to be notified in the battle
🍭 Buddha looked at you when Zerofuku became his old self again, and he saw how you looked at the now large demon's form
🍭 You looked at it with adoration? Love? What was the matter with you?
🍭 While he fought against Hajun, you watched and occasionally gave a small wave of cheer to the demon whenever he looked in your direction
🍭 There was something going on between the two of you, and he was about to figure out what it was
🍭 When Buddha landed the last hit and sent Hajun to Niflheim, you jumped down from where you once stood by Heimdall and you hugged the demon's leg
🍭 His eyes widened when he looked at your appearance more clearly
🍭 Your scleras were a solid black while your irises were e/c, your hair dipped into the same shade of red as Hajun's, your face also had small markings that were similar to his, and you had smaller versions of the Demon Lord's horns
🍭 That was when he realized, you were the being's offspring
🍭 And you just watched him die for the second time...
🍭 You hugged your father's leg as he scoffed and pat your head, saying you'd see him again one day, and while it seemed very blatant and neglectful, Buddha could tell Hajun was saddened by how the tears ran down your face
🍭 He watched him break into shards and how you looked up at Zerofuku and the Gods with sad eyes, and he walked up to you, despite the pain in his foot
🍭 Buddha kneeled down to your height and pat your head with his hand, and he lifted you into his arm before laying you to sit on his shoulder
🍭 You held his loose hair and played with it as he walked away to be greeted by the Valkyrie sisters, Brunhilde and Göll
🍭 Brunhilde grabbed you as Buddha was dragged away to the infirmary, but the words he said to you as he was bringing you into Humanity's side were ones you wouldn't forget
" You may be a demon's, nonetheless Hajun's, child. But, I believe you have some good in you, kid. I'm not one to be super shrouded about things like this, but, since you don't seem to have anyone, you wanna maybe have me as your guardian? "
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Thor, Shiva, Poseidon, and Hades meeting their child, but they are created by humans using splices of their DNA during battle. Would they kill their child, or surrender the fight for their child?
💜 Anon <3
Thank you for the request! I ate this up like a fucking gourmet meal. I had a bit of a hard time on Hades part deciding, and like you asked in pms I didn't add in Shiva. Thank you for requesting!
Warnings: reader death, gn reader swearing, angst, Poseidon being Poseidon, wounds, ooc characters.
Request: Yes.
Words: 3,064.
Thor
Humans were distasteful, obnoxious and utterly shameless creatures. That was known to the gods as soon as they chose to pave their own paths and religions. And destroy the land granted to them by doing so. Ragnarok was a pointless arena full of boisterous clowns who’d assumed they had a chance. Thor was going to shatter those hopes.
The arena was deathly quiet as Thor was introduced as the first God up, Zeus’ plan to crush the hopes and dreams of fellow humans. On the god’s side of the arena, Goddesses, demi-gods, nymphs and others alike cheered at his arrival, despite his silent annoyance.
Heimdal cleared his throat, speaking into the mic to introduce Thor’s opponent. “And on the human side we have a guest made specifically to mimic the humans creators. Using the DNA of the righteous Thor. A man-made god. Child against Father. Introducing (Y/n)!”
It was a shushed silence of horror between man and god, a tense silence and a deadly aura. Zeus was shocked, though a look of slight interest was on his face. Aphrodite and Hermes had their hands over their mouths. And as expected Ares was yelling out a string of curses against the humans who dared defile godly presence.
Brunhilde, ever the calm, had her arms crossed over her chest whilst Goll couldn't even bring herself to speak. A man-made god? It sounded distasteful and shockingly sad.
The humans all had different reactions as well, Qin was overly interested, Adam was disappointed, Sasaki could only voice his thoughts in bitterness. “Their whole creation.. For a fight? How pitiful.”
Of course, the norse gods were to be affected the most out of this. The room's atmosphere seemed to darken, Odin’s nails digging into the chair and crumbling it under his strength. Pesky humans, making a child out of Thor’s dna? The thought alone caused his blood to boil, soaking the others in his rage as the aura of the room grew dark. Of course he couldn't leave it to those human pests to play fair, rather to stoop low enough to challenge their pride.
Loki’s smile shaped across his face big enough to threaten to tear the skin at his cheeks, his fingers grasping at his cheeks and dragging them down his face, tongue snaking out as his eyes trend towards that damned Valkyrie. What an interesting specimen indeed.
Thor had a straight face, though underneath that facade was a brewing storm. How.. Interesting. Facing what would be his child in a battle to the death. A kin he’d never met before, a kin he had no share of memories with. A kin he didn't even know he existed. Mjollnir felt heavier in his grasp for a moment. And he didn't quite understand why. You resemble him quite a bit. But was that something he should be proud of, as a person he’d never known existed.
Then, why was he so hesitant? Even the birds flying ahead seemed to quiet right down, joining the silence in the stadium.
“What is your name?”
“(Y/n).”
You had his quiet atmosphere too. How intriguing. Or perhaps you were stripped of those emotions a long while ago? He would have those human heads on a rope after he finished this fight.
“Ready yourself. Show me what a child of thunder can possess.”
Grabbing his hammer from its place next to him, he readied himself, and the clash between child and father began. You used no weapon, only the condensed electricity you created from fingertips. What an interesting being. No. How interesting his child was. You had complete control of lighting, redirecting his own power and using it back against him. You were quite fast too. Was this a branch of the power you controlled in that tiny body of yours, (Y/n)?
The insane grin that nabbed at Thor’s face while he fought felt like parental bonding. If only for a fleeting moment. He wondered, did you enjoy fighting as much as he did? The adrenaline, the pain, the excitement? But nothing showed through those unperturbed serious eyes of yours.
He of course noticed your changes. Your body couldn't handle the surplus of power. You were deteriorating. Such was the curse of a god being produced by a human. Your mortality would be your demise. So why did he want to stop despite all of the emotion of the fight running through his veins like smoldering lava?
Stopping wasn't a possibility though. In this tournament of power it was kill or be killed, slay or be slain.
Somewhere deep down, Thor knew you knew this was it. The final remnants of battle. Your finishing move skewered the sky apart in a flurry of blinding light, The loud crackle of lightning hitting the ground had everyone but him closing their eyes and turning away as dust blew through the stadium. He felt it though. The pain you felt in your attack. Against your creators, your family, against him. Against the world. The bloodthirsty need for revenge.
As it died down hitched gasps of shock and whispers of sweet ignorance rang through the air. Thor could feel that damned Valkyries eyes cutting through him like razor blades.
Falling to the ground, You broke apart into gorgeous green crystals that blew through the stadium in a soft wind. Through chill, glazing over eyes you saw Thor standing above you, nodding his head in proud approval. And what a wonderful emotion that was, flooding through your systems. The tears that filled your vision blurred out the world, hand outstretching in a final attempt to reach towards him but falling short. Your body stiffened, deteriorating.
Maybe in another time, things would have been different. Things would've been happier. Maybe you would've survived. Maybe in a different universe you and him were close, maybe you knew each other. The world was full of unfilled and empty maybes. Like a tapestry of lies.
“Rest, dear child of mine. I will seek the revenge your soul deserves.”
Poseidon
This whole thing was an annoyance to Poseidon. A Valkyrie thinks humanity deserves a chance and the gods agreed? What petty foolishness. They should have wiped the floor with those pesky vermin without a second glance. Yet here he stood, with half the stadium full of them and the other half full of slightly smarter idiots.
Only one person here deserved any glaces; and that was his elder brother and Hades alone.
After giving the obnoxious audience some time to calm down, Heimdal began to speak, “And for our humans side, produced from splices of the sea gods dna himself, I present to you, (Y/n!)”
The stadium went utterly silent. As if everyone was afraid to move a muscle, despite (Y/n) herself, walking up through the water with ease. The aura in the stadium was changing, darkening down in the belly of anger. Loki was ferocious, but amused all the while, hands coming up to cup his face as insane laughter echoed through from his place on one of the other thrones. Were these humans crazy or just stupid? Making a man-made god from one of the most feared to walk the mortal realm and Valhalla itself? Why of course they had to be, no one in their right minds would do such a desperate thing to win. Aphrodite and Shiva were in a silent state of shock and anger, while from a different room, Thor lifted his head in interest.
Brunhilde held a grin that showed her pearly whites, loving the gods' reactions. Did they truly think she wouldn't pull the strings as tight as they could go? “Sis.. That's.. That's terrible!” Goll was in a state of denial shock, looking down at the arena where the two fighters stood.
Sasaki’s hand rose to rub his chin in thought. “What matching auras those two have. I wonder, do they have the same mind, or were they carved into indifference differently?” Raiden laughed, one of borderline disbelief. “That poor kid. Made just for the fight huh?” The emotions ranged differently. Tesla wanted to know through what where you produced? How many failures were there before you? Science.
Zeus’ aura threatened his temper, his muscles bulking up and his hand raising to stroke his beard in interest. Through what thought process did those humans thought they would get away with something like this? Hades was in a silence, deep in thought and emotions indecipherable. Ares was in an uproar and Hermes was sipping tea in amused interest.
Poseidon himself had no thoughts or words despite what he came here to do. It didn’t matter if you were made from his Dna or from his skin alone. Standing in front of him was another being unworthy of his time and his precense. Though, you both did look alike and share the same steely resolve.
“Insolent pest.” You both shared a mirrored scowl, your head tilting to the side in mocking defiance.
“Lily-livered snot sniffer.”
Zeus let out a laugh of pure amusement. eyebrows shooting up, whilst a smirk curled up on Hades face.
Poseidon faced what seemed to be a mirror image of himself. And that was not something he took kindly to. Especially not your attitude either. With a burst of speed Poseidon was on top of you, Trident already thrusting directly at your face. Although, you weren't his child for no reason at all.
Poseidon narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as you parried his attack with water. That was his domain. Though it seemed now it ran through the blood relation you both had. How interesting it was, such an inadequate person could control such a sliver of water with a few twitches of fingertips. Blood splattered across the floor or the arena before anyone could muster up a gasp, eyes widening.
“Th-There seems to have been blood dropped already! (Y/n) has sliced the Great Poseidon straight across the chest!” Heimdal screamed out, much to both of your annoyances. So this, this beast of a man was your father? No wonder you acted like a snob. The both of you disappeared from sight again, after images fleeting across the arena as you both taught toe to toe. Like a dance. Poseidon was almost impressed. But his copy was just a copy and the original was always the better of the options.
He spun around his Trident, dripping with the blood from your cheek and shot forwards, releasing a barrage of attacks. Amphitrite. Though you weren't so slow not to catch up, even shooting past some of his attacks enough to make him back up. More blood splattered across the floor of the arena. The both of you now suffering wounds.
You manipulated water with ease, he had picked up on, making weapons out of it and shields. Even waves to try and knock him around. Though you weren't the only one that could control water. Your movements were filled with underlying anger, he'd noted. Anger towards what? He didn't know and he didn't bother to ask either. He didn't come here for a sob story.
You pierced him through the side with a spear of water, and he did the same to you, the both of you twisting around. You were beginning to get dizzy, blood loss affecting you. He'd noticed the rings on your hands seemed to be your divine weapon. Though you could likely control water just fine without it too.
The fight ended three minutes after it started, his Trident plowing through your stomach. He let your body slide down towards him, your hands gripping onto the poke of the Trident. “Not bad.” He said bluntly, eyes widening as you raised a hand, severing his arm from his shoulder in a lasting rage before breaking apart into the air in a flurry of green.
He moved off the arena with silence, leaving you to disperse into the rest of the air. Good enough to be his child, no. But.. A worthy opponent indeed. You'd even managed to take off his arm.
“Not bad at all..”
Hades
Hades was here for one reason. To avenge his dear brother. He didn't bat an eye at the disputing differences between humans and the other gods, his eyes held a calmness as he was introduced into the arena. The crowd sounded excited to some extent, he'd noted. Yet again, it wasn't everyday you got to see the god of the underworld come up for a fight. He had business to attend to yes, but this was much a more important matter to handle.
“Created by humans in the image of Hades, I present to you, (Y/n)! Representing humanity for this round of Ragnarok! Don't let them surprise you, made from Hades Dna, they're expected to pack a punch.” Heimdal introduced you to the field, much to his interest and the gods' anger.
What did they mean, a human made god? What bullshit. Shiva laughed at the thought of it, hiding a bout of anger under it all. How annoying. Those humans really thought they could create a god of all things. Why, it was just laughable. Buddha's eyebrows shot up in keen interest, a smirk taking up on his lips. “Well well.. Looky here. Brunhilde, you sly Valkyrie, using Hades' love of family against him.” Loki and Aphrodite's mouths were slightly slack as they stared down at you. “Well.. Aren't they just gorgeous?” Aphrodite murmured.
Brunhilde held a wicked grin as her and Hades shared eye contact, her smile only widening in amusement. Ah, the looks on their faces. It was something she could lounge in for days.
The humans were filled with interest, Adam sitting up a bit against Eve's lap. “A man made god? But how?” Technology wasn't his thing, suffice to say the least. Qin was quite amused, leaning forwards to view the arena better. And Jack hummed. “I sense quite the amount of anger in that young one's veins.” “Anger?” Adam questioned, frowning. “Why of course, good sir.” Jack poured some tea, “Hoe would you like, being created simply for the purpose of war? A shame it would be, yes?”
Zeus and Adamas stared down into the arena, eyes wide in utter shock. “What do those filthy pests think they're doing!? Using my brother's DNA to make.. Make a pawn!” Adamas bellowed out, making his anger known to the group. “Calm now, dear brother. Humans can stoop quite low when they feel threatened. I expected no less.” Zeus rasped, clearing his throat. “You're just okay with this!?” Ares choked out, “Why no, I'm quite.. Pissed, Ares.” Zeus responded, steam rolling into the air from his small noodle body.
Hades held an expression nothing less of surprise, though it calmed almost immediately. So, this could be considered his child? Why, they both did look strikingly similar. From the nose to the eyes down to the tips of their toes. How interesting. He took a step towards, though not a threatening one, holding his weapon with a firm hand. “I am here to avenge my brother. My apologies, little one.”
“I am here.. Because I have to be.” That didn't seem a reason that involved importance. Rather more than force. But could he really do this? Yes, his brother was family but this.. Spawn was as well. Hades wore he would protect his family to the best of his ability, wasn't that going against his words?
He launched forwards, and you dodged him with ease, slicing your skin open with the iron claw-like ring you wore on your finger. And the blood transformed. How interesting. He dodged the incoming weapon, made from straight blood and twisted around to stab at your side, catching the skin of your shirt only. Well aren't you just a quick one on your feet?
That was something he could respect. You seemed well trained. Despite the blows dealt between the both of you, Hades could tell there was an underlying rage. Towards humans? He'd wondered. Well, that would make sense. You've been used from the day you were born. How much of that could you take though.
He sent you flying back into the wall with a timed attack, watching you crawl back to your feet. “Not bad, for someone not trained by a god's hand.”
“Not bad for a dead man.” Your words were blunt as you charged forwards, and Hades' side stepped, at this point just toying with you a bit. This was a hard decision. And Zeus and Adams were on their toes about what his answer would be.
The fighting lasted for a good long while, the both of you covered in blood. You staggered forwards after a long while. Honestly, he was impressed. Hades never knew someone could withstand blood loss as long as he could. Perhaps it ran in the genes. His opponents' defenses were open.
The tip of his bidet tore into your skin, and he watched you prepare through the ending blow. Pulling away his bidet with a drawn out hesitant breath, Hades knelt down, and brushed some hair from your eyes, before extending his hand.
“Come on, (Y/n). Let's go home.”
The series of words were weird and (Y/n) wasn't used to them. No, you weren't used to them at all. But his eyes held the gentleness of a warm bath after a long tiring day. He supported your weight as you both stood up, surrendering the fight to the humans.
“I won't let you fall into their hands again, kid. We have a lot to learn about each other. You are angry. And you deserve to be angry. And you deserve to process.”
Hades wondered what Poseidon would have thought of this? Would he think of him as a coward? That didn't matter now. He had a child to introduce to the family. His head raised, looking into the wide eyes of a stunned audience as the both of you walked on out of the torn apart stadium.
#x reader#gn reader#record of ragnarok#ror hades#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror headcanons#ror poseidon#ror thor#snv thor#snv poseidon#snv hades
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Fuck it. God of War OC for Heimdall because I'm having a bit of a brainrot right now 😭
I still don't have an official name for her yet, but what's already fixed is that she's the Goddess of Memory and Remembrance.
Here's the catch: Her eyes are infused with the Light of Alheim since birth. She can see people's past memories, even if they forget. Quite the anti-thesis of Heimdall's bifrost eyes. Oh, and she can fly btw ✨ another gift from the Light of Alfheim.
She's born and raised in Alfheim, and she befriended Freyr as a child. Currently she roams the realms as a traveller, mostly spending her time in Midgard, to offer her service to people in need of recollection and retrospection, from something as simple as helping a musician remember their lyrics to a song, to helping a son recalling his late mother's love.
Still don't know what her weapon is, nor how she'll be involved in the story and her relationship with Heimdall will be.
I do have an idea though. After Kratos slammed Heimdall's head over and over to the ground and choked him, he was still alive, and she finds his dying body on the ground and took him to her own camp in Vanaheim and took care of him, but when he wakes up, Heimdall lost his memories because of his fight with Kratos 👁️👁️
and we follow their story as Heimdall follows her around travelling across Midgard to help people, all the while she helps him handle his foresight because it's overwhelming. Post-Ragnarok, they stumble upon Kratos and Freya, who's absolutely hostile 👁️👁️.
Orrr I can insert her to Ragnarok story by having her come to Asgard for an important reason and meets Heimdall on the wall.
Anyway, A NAME. I need a name. I'm thinking of Silja (which ironically means 'blind') or Ragnhild (which means Battlecounsel).
Share your thoughts! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)
#god of war#gow#god of war ragnarok#gow ragnarok#original character#god of war oc#heimdall x oc#heimdall#sleepyconfusedpotato art
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''Sleepless nights''
A little something based on a fanfic i wrote of my fave ship between Heimdallr and Guan Yu. They are proud parents to little Heigu, who sadly struggles falling asleep thanks to Heimdall's genetics!
#norse mythology#chinese mythology#heimdall#guan yu#heimdallr x guan yu#gay mlm#shipping#ship child#fanchild#heigu
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announcement
I come to announce that this beautiful little girl is my daughter 💗 and is jarl's twin sister, if I suffered to have both? I suffered a lot, I never imagined that I would have two at once, but I'm fine, I swear ☺️*** meanwhile in my thoughts: help😵**** Anyway moving on... her name is Sigrid💗 and different from her brother jarl, she was born with two colors in her eyes, on her left side, is the color of her father heimdall's eyes, while the right side, has the brown color of mine, and speaking of characteristics... she totally pulled the me, and I'm very proud of that, since his brother, is his own father in the form of a child (I'm saying that jarl is an identical copy of heimdall) how lucky right 🤡 but he didn't take the arrogant and stupid side of his father , he's actually a very sweet and loving boy when he's with me 😍Sigrid and Jarl are very well-behaved children and brothers who love each other very much💗
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