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Maybe something with Atreus having a crush (or just being best friends if you’re not comfortable with romantic requests) on Tyr’s kid (gn) whos the deity of dreams? Maybe they met after kratos and freya (and mimir) find and release the norse god of war and his kid! Hope you have a good nighy/day!
A/N: Too. Fricking. Cute!!! I love that idea a lot, anon! Thank you for requesting! Btw, you did not specify what you wanted exactly (drabble/oneshot/hcs) so for everyone's knowledge, if not specified, I will do HCs!!!
Atreus and Reader are both probably around 17-18.
Atreus x God of Dreams!GN!Reader ☆
It had been years since Atreus left the Nine Realms, going in his search for the other Giants out there in the world, the ones who hid from Odin's wrath and traversed oceans just to get to see the light of day again.
Eventually, he of course returned, many things about him changed during that time but that might as well not even matter considering how AWKWARD he was once he met you
Really, it was as if he was 14 all over again...
When your father, Tyr, was announced dead by Odin- You weren't convinced. You searched through the Realm of dreams and beyond for any sign of him, and not long before the start of Fimbulwinter, you saw through your grandfather's lies and found him locked up in the Asgardian Prison
That didn't really work out for you, either, considering Odin threw you into one of the cells immediately after and also pronounced you dead.
"Gg ez" -Odin
Moving on, once you and your father were freed, the two of you travelled across the Realms and caught onto the damage done. Freya had invited you to Sindri's home when you were released, and after lots of considering, you decided to go and take up on that request whilst your father tried to fix the harm Odin caused.
Yeah, and this is the part where you meet Atreus
At first, he was unsure of what to say, stumbling through his words and tripping over his figurative shoelaces
He had never expected to meet you! The god of dreams themselves! Child of Tyr, who was also apparently alive?! That was a shock to poor Atreus as well...
The two of you bonded rather quickly, Atreus going over to you every day to say hi and chat for a while, eventually which turned into late-night talks by the campfire, friendly bickering, and the occasional spars for training. Everything Atreus did with you somehow always ended up fun!
He loved sharing his notes and drawings from his journal with you, especially since as the creator of dreams, you had quite the creativity in order to make them!
Atreus enjoys hearing your opinion about things, seeking your advice at times and comfort whenever he's at his lowest points
He knows you already met Kratos, Freya and Mimir, but after befriending Atreus, the lot of you all get closer! The three of them share embarrassing stories of Atreus when he was younger to you.
He HATES it every single time, but you love it and tease him about it which makes him bury his hands in his face, hiding the overwhelming blush on his face
At first, he thought the two of you might've been JUST friends, but he quickly began to wonder more and more if he actually felt something towards you...
Atreus really didn't want to ruin any friendship you had, or be rejected
You were more or less oblivious to this, but that quickly washed away the moment once he was asleep and you saw his dreams one night
He dreamt about you, about holding your hand and telling you everything he felt. But never actually saud anything when he was awake.
Lucky him, you felt the same!
The next night, when he went to sleep again, you entered his dream yourself and brought him into a lucid state. You were the first one to confess in that dream, which made him all the more embarrassed when he realized it was a LUCID dream with YOU in it, the REAL you.
Of course, he doubted it ever happened when he woke up in the morning, but you assured him of everything
The whole day after that, he couldn't stop smiling and held your hands whenever he could (also lots of hugs)
And if you were wondering what Tyr might've thought of this, don't worry, he was ECSTATIC
Homie probably brought a bunch of food as celebration
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My Oath to You
Týr x (GN)Reader
Summary - Týr has returned to you after more than a century of absence. Completely overwhelmed by his sudden appearance you can't bring yourself to believe that your long lost lover has finally come home.
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Years. Years you had spent apart. Without him your days bled together, your nights full of restless heartache. By the second decade you had believed him truly gone; his comforting care ripped from your hands. You had mourned him, had buried him in the permanent scar he left behind. He had become an old melancholy memory.
And yet now, impossibly, you stand before him. His soft features are as still as your own, his warm eyes staring into your very being. You would have thought him a ghost, a mere apparition had he not held the arrow that had missed the mark of his chest by a nails edge. An arrow that left your fingers out of rage at the being who claimed to be your long-lost love. At an imposter.
The only thing that had cut through your rage long enough to stop your assault was the shining ring on his hand. A vow you had given, a promise, a shining beacon of what was supposed to be forever. You held your bow strong, but you were simply too blinded by that small binding sheen of what you had lost so long ago.
Silence, a painful, heart-wrenching silence. One that, through a tightened throat and weary hope, you spoke through.
"Do not..." You start, your voice shaking at just the sight of someone who would dare tell you that he wasn't gone.
"Do not lie to me" your anger bleeds into every word, but the slight shake of your hands shows your fragile state. Your face contorts into an ugly mix of fury-filled pain.
"My word is truth. I vowed no man nor God, no cage nor world would keep me from you. I would sooner have my spirit broken than that promise" his voice is soft, so memorably soft, his eyes showing a care you missed oh so dearly. When you didn't move he approached again, this time slowly, carefully, as if each step were a promise of its own.
And yet still you held strong. Even as tears well in your eyes and your breathing becomes shallow you do not dare let down your guard. You didn't turn from him, not for a second. You simply felt your chest tighten further, your mind screaming to let go, to kill the being who would do something as cruel as speaking the promises he knew naught of.
"My guiding star, I cannot bear any more distance. I have spent countless cold nights aching for the warmth of you" his sweet words are a lull against the grating yell of your own mind. Despite how much you try to block out the sound it effortlessly digs into you, plucking at the dusted strings of your heart in a melody only he ever knew. You knew you should pull away, that you should question this impossible situation further, but you can't seem to find the will to move from him.
Once he is in an arm's reach he slowly pushes the bow down, moving its arrow away from him like there was never a threat to his life. You didn't protest the movement, you couldn't bear to. Instead you turned away, your eyes shutting as tears fell from them, unable to look at this torturous apparition any further. Your grip finally loosened on the string.
"Please, don't turn from me" he pleaded as the warmth of his hand met your own, the bow falling to the ground. You tense at the touch, still unable to believe such a thing. But it isn't long before the warmth of him is far too tempting. Your hand grips his tighter, half expecting nothing to be there but feeling a surge of emotion when there is.
"You're...You're a liar" you spit through grated teeth and choked back sobs.
"You aren't- he's..." You try to lash out, try to fight against this horrible lie. But gods forgive you, there is no part of you that can bear to pull away.
"You're not real" you whispered the painful words in a weakening tone as you felt his presence step closer, only inches from you now.
"I am, my love...I am" he whispers back, your hand squeezing tighter as you try to hold the pieces of yourself together. Ever so gently he lays his head against yours, a shaky breath leaving him.
For a moment there is silence. One so quiet you could practically hear your strength cracking into pieces. A silence so painful that you can only bear to be in it so long as you hear his thumping heart and shallow breath.
"Words fail me. I cannot begin to tell you the ways I have missed you" his words strike through your being in a flash of bittersweet. He was nothing if not a man of many beautiful words and it was a rare day when he didn't have a poet's tongue. But his voice breaks and his grip on you tightens ever so slightly. A pleading is found in how desperately he clings.
"You haven't a clue" you choke out, no longer able to hold your front of fury.
"I have mourned you. You were dead to the world. Dead to me" you speak through the threat of sobs in your throat. He pulls away ever so slightly, an absence you feel so deeply that you must restrain yourself from diving back into his hold. But he seems to do that for you when he takes both hands to either side of your face. He wipes the tears that fall like rivers from you and you notice then that his own rivers fall as well. But even through the clear pain of so many years apart, he still looks at you like he would steal the sun just to keep you warm. And you knew, deep down in that part of your soul you had spent so many years trying to carve out, that it would only take the slightest shiver from you for him to consider it.
"I might not know what it is to mourn your loss, but I have mourned the pain of the lifetime I couldn't share with you. I have spent each day yearning for nothing else and knowing you were just beyond my grasp" as he gazes into your eyes you can see the saddened smile that meets his lips. How sweet his smile always was. No matter through tears or tough times, his smile always found a way to calm you. Which is why it hurts so much when it slowly falls from his lips, his eyes shut as a labored breath leaves him.
"Please...speak to me. Say whatever you will but I simply cannot stand the silence" his voice is quiet, his words a pleading request. With a deep breath you soon hold the hands he held you with, fingers stroking scars you didn't recognize.
"I..." You lose the words you wished to say just as quickly as you had thought to say them. You had spent so long wishing for him back, pleading that he might still somehow come home. You would have hung every star in the sky if it meant you would be able to hold him for just one more night. But now that you're here, faced with the reality that you had begged for a love you never lost, you could really only find one thing to say.
"I love you" the words fall with practiced ease. There is not a being strong enough to ever rip away the effortlessness with which you found your care for him.
"I have loved you for as many flakes of snow have fallen in your absence. I have loved you for as many nights as I have wished on flickering stars for you back. I have loved you, I have loved you, I have-" you are hardly surprised when his lips suddenly meet your own, however you couldn't have predicted just how overwhelming the action would be. Lips moved in ways so intimately familiar to the both of you. Hands gripped tighter as if the dream might end should you let go, the salty taste of tears is ignored by the both of you. The two of you moved as if to make up for the more than a century of lost affection, slow and gentle and desperate, a silent cry to be so close you become one.
And, ever so slowly and with a hesitance the two of you rarely ever knew, your lips parted. His breath softly fell on your face, a closeness you had longed for so many nights to feel again. His head gently rested upon yours once more and you could only hope to never feel his absence ever again.
"Would you...promise me something?" Your voice is still so quiet, too afraid that any sudden noise would break this tentative peace.
"Anything" he answers back. You can't help the warmth that falls at just how quickly he answers.
"Promise me that I will never lose you again" your words are as soft as the first time you had ever asked such a thing of him. The short silence that follows hurts you a little, your worry mounting in it.
"We both know that is a vow I cannot make" his words are familiar, a horrible reality that he never allowed you to forget. It only ever made you hold on tighter to him.
"But," he continues. One of his hands reaches to your own before carefully pulling it to his lips and kissing the jeweled ring you would never dare to lose. One he had traveled many strange worlds to make for you.
"With every ounce of strength I still hold I will not stop fighting for every fleeting moment we have. That is what I can promise" his words, as bittersweet as they are, do comfort you. They are reminiscent of a vow made so many lifetimes ago. One that he would repeat to the end of time itself. You gently take his hand as well, your lips meeting the gold band that binds him to you.
"Then that is the promise I will hold us to"
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A/n: I’ve decided to pick Thor since I’ve already written one for Kratos. Time to give the God of Thunder some love…😙😏.
Also! Please never ever apologize! I love writing spicy content and I’m old, these requests give me joy.
Note: Sif and Thor are no longer a thing, the reader and Sif share a sisterly bond and Thrud thinks of the reader as a second mother.
Warnings: implied smut, breast play and all the good stuff.
You were different from the other gods, you aren’t tall like Sif, or Grace as Odin would say. You weren’t thin like Heimdall. The man practically would sneer at you to cover your self up.
It’s not like it was your fault, sure you were a bit bigger than most of the woman here. Some would say you had curves while others would whisper that you were just chubby but the thing that made you stand out the most were the size of your chest. You had a rather large bust, your breasts always having an issue fitting in certain tops or dresses but these so called issues did not stop Thor from loving you.
Thor was a big man, the god dwarfing everyone in size and height alone but he would always melt when he was with you. He’d love to fall asleep on your chest, calling them the perfect pillows. Loved holding and clutching your hips, squeezing them and while Thor loved every inch of your body the one thing he’d play with the most were your breasts.
His throat he hands cupping the soft mounds that practically spilled out of them. His thumb playing with the nipples and how perfect his dick would fit between your tits.
He would never admit that when he would get clothing tailored for you that the tops be made a bit small than it should be just for a slight chance your breasts may spill out or how the minds may be bit to lose for the off chance of them coming undone. He had no issue with giving them a squeeze or doing his best to cover your chest when exposed but help anyone that happens to be in the close proximity because your naked body is for his eyes and his eyes alone.
But not only did being with Thor meant you were loved, it also leant you gained a sister in Sif. The goddess always taking care of you, dressing you in more finer clothes that did nothing to hide your body, it gained you a daughter in Thrud. The young girl hanging on to every word of your training advice, how you to shared such similar personalities.
And now you’re going to be a family, the red dress did nothing to hide your curves, the cloth barley covering your breasts.The red dye matching your husbands beard as Sif placed the last of the jewels in your hair. The goddess then placed a shall over your shoulders, you couldn’t wait to marry your soulmate.
“Shall we be off? I hate to keep everyone waiting for seeing a work of art.”
Feeling your cheeks warm you grasped Sif’s arm as the other clutched the edge of your dress. “I am.”
“Oh an Y/n, never be ashamed of who you are, you are a beautiful woman and thank you. Thank you for loving Thrud, for loving Thor and thank you for bringing him back.”
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Breathless, that’s how you were feeling. Breathless from the dancing, the laughter.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful, everything you ever dreamed off and you owed it all to Sif. Your friend, your sister made your dream come true.
Glancing up at your now husband you placed your hand on his chest smiling. “I love you.”
Grabbing your much small hands, Thor brought it to his lips giving the tips of your fingers a gentle kiss. “And I love you too.”
While he may have had to glance down at you, he couldn’t help but grin, the man owed his ex wife a thanks. The dress you were made his mind run wild that he just had to hold you close, your large breast pressing into his side as he nodded you off the ground.
“What do you say we go and break in our new bed, wife.”
A laugh escaped your lips as you felt Thor lift you higher. Your arms now wrapping around his neck as you placed a kiss on the edge of his lips. His beard tickling your skin. “I’d love nothing more”
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Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 3
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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)
Notes: thanks for waiting so long guys.
Warnings: bitchy ass mom w / her bitchey ass friends.
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Týr would be up before you would the next morning, your cuddled in close to him, head barried his chest, his arm drapped around you
The loose shirt you're wearing exposes from your neck to your shoulder, and even a bit of your arm
He thinks you're pretty
And FUCK do certain people know.
Freya. Sif. His mother. The dragon that likes to sneak in and grab food off the counter
Anyone that would listen really
He's sure he's told you
But not really he tends to marvel at you instead
Which causes him to go silent and just stare.
Luckily his hands are warm and when he places one of your bare shoulder you sink into it.
And just casually rubs your shoulder, looking at your tattoos he hadnt seen before
He gets startled when you toss and turn, turning to your other side with your back to him.
He's just glad he doesnt disturb you.
He'll admit he wants to kiss you, but just wont.
Well a kiss on the cheek never hurt no body-
"OH Y/N!" Freyr cheered with a bright smile, slamming the shutters open.
"No!" She shouted, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him.
"Hey! Someone didn't get laid -" Freyr argued Y/n getting up on the bed, "Shit!"
She jumped out the window barefoot and in a night gown, chasing after him as if he was prey.
Choking Freyr out at the crack of dawn in a puddle of mud?
Absolutely
He rather you be passive, but he cant stop you
Plus, no real damage is being done.
You come back covered in mud.
"Morin!"
"Ah. Good morning..." Týr chuckled, "You have fun?"
Y/n nodded, "Yeah. I think Freyr knows who's better anyhow."
So as the mud dries on your skin you offer him to go take a bath in a near by lake.
He takes you up on the offer.
You both dont think much of it as you walk together carrying your chlothes for afterward.
You only realized what you've asked as you both stand infront of the water.
"You can!-"
"Oh no-"
The two chuckled.
"Neither of us thought this through I think." Y/n laughed.
"No. We didn't."
Shit you might as well at his point.
Luckily you found a tree and hid behind it as you undressed before jumping in the water.
You manage to convince him in but turn your back, giving him the same amount of privacy he allowed you
Soon akward bathing turns into you guys messing around.
Because tbh your a massive child at heart
Throwing water at one another out of all things, till one gives up
Its you
You can't compete with the massive waves he can make with a wave of his arm
By the end of it your cleaned sure, but now exhausted
Both are now dressed. You sit on a log outlooking the lake
"I'll get you next time." Y/n told
"I look forward to it." He responded smiling at her causing her to chuckle and shake her head.
Its already turning mid-day as you guys sit by the lake in peace
You do feel like the conversation does go kinda dry between you two.
Its like there is nothing else to talk about but so much at the same time
The wedding, perhaps, or really- what to do after it...
"Are they expecting a kid out of us?" Y/n pipped up.
"I. I'm sorry?" He asked, confused.
"Our parents. Are they expecting ae have a child together?" Y/n asked, "like immediately. What happens if we hate each other."
"You are very much a delight to me, Y/n."
Y/n sighed, "I just..."
"Y/n." He spoke, she turning to look at him, "When you are ready, you are ready, when you are not, you are not. That is your choice. The greatest wars are often against oneself. The hardest to win is the one where your heart, your gut sides together, but your mind and your upbringing sides with another, your mother in this case."
"Read me like a book..." she chuckled under her bresthe, "thats gonna get tiring real soon you know."
Týr smiled softly at her, he letting y/n lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.
"What's your opinion?" Y/n asked.
"I have no opinion." Týr explained, "there's nothing to have an opinion on. Not on your feelings."
"Your opinion about our parents, I mean." Y/n responded
"Oh well, that. That's a different subject."
You felt the safest you have in a very very long time.
And its. Relaxing almost.
He's pretty sure your the god of sleep though, as you fall asleep on him after you had gotten comfortable.
He lets you snooze and soon snoozes himself
He'll admit he's not used to adventures like you take him on: for the laughs and the funs, his are usually go here: diplomacy here and there
When he wakes up a few hours later you're gone
Your mother had snatched you right from his side
You were just having the time of your life with your mother
"You should be glad I am giving you a choice here." Her mother ordered holding the dress up to Y/n's form.
Y/n yawned, pushing it away.
"I do like, it's pretty white is pretty," Her mother smiled, "You'll look to big in it."
Y/n was silent tired still in her eyes.
"What do you think?" Her mother asked turning to her friends.
"Do you want her look pregnant?" One chuckled.
"Are you pregnant dear? Or perhaps you should lay off the meed."
"Yeah and your all whores so I'll take your words with a grain of fuckin salt."
"Y/n." She was scolded by her mother, Y/n, rolling her eyes.
"Disrespectful little twat." Her mothers friend snapped.
"Oh no. Im so hurt. Mama! Tell the bad lady to stop it!" Y/n cried, a smirk painting her face as she walked away, "I'll find a dress on my own."
Unfortunately, your attempt to leave is well, non existant and your trying on multiple dresses.
Your mother ended up picking a white one: just as bland as she is.
You picked a soft red one, its not bold or strong in color, but it's old, older than you, and decorated beatifully.
So while your mother's too busy laughing it up making fun of you, you take it and leave quickly.
You run into your father outside tending his little garden he always did that.
He looked to see you, holding the dress bundled up, ready to run for the hills with it.
"Quickly. Come on." He spoke guiding her along, "lets get it all folded for you to not ruin."
He's quick to rush you into his little shed where he kept to himself most of the time.
He helps you fold it and put it in a handmade sack and handed it to you.
You thanked him.
You and your dad were always awkward in a sense.
He loved you, and you loved him, but your mother always ruined everything
And that caused a rift.
"Go. Quickly." He spoke, "before your mother finds out you've taken it, go now!"
Y/n nodded and rushed off quickly.
When you get back in the room, your starttled by Týr.
How fast he comes at you next almost scares you as well.
"Are you alright?! You disappeared! I was worried!" His words quick, his voice raising with every word which were laced with concern.
Y/n shifted slightly, back against the door, and sack in arms.
He sighs in releif, the sigh visibly easying Y/n.
"I'm... okay..." y/n spoke softly, "sorry..."
"No, it..." he sighed, "I should have not of rushed you in such a way. I was..."
"Worried?" Y/n asked he nodding, "you don't have to apologize for being worried...I should be sorry I worried you so much."
He looked down at her as she looked up at him, soon moving her eyes away from his gaze, just to look back at him and chuckled softly.
"You... do that a lot."
"Hm?"
"Stare." Y/n responded.
"Ah. I." Týr chuckled, his laugh having a flustered tone to it, "I'm sure I have told you before, of your beauty."
Y/n's expression told it all, her lips formed a goofy smile as she looking down in response.
"Oh..uh. my dress." Y/n responded, "for...the ceremony...would you uh...like to see?"
"If you'd like."
Y/n nodded, passing him and making it to the bed to put the sack down and pull out the dress.
"It's uh..red and uh black." Y/n smiled smally, "I liked the sleeves..."
She held it to herself, turning to look at him, "I wasn't going to wear shoes with it...since no one would see my feet anyway. Plus, the cold never really bothered my feet."
A finger carefully grazed the deep v neckline.
"It'll look beautiful on you." He told.
Y/n smiled, looking up at him, her stomach in knots. Face hot to the touch. Her skin glowed and seemed soft as ever. A hand carassed her cheek she leaning into his touch.
"Can I....confess." Y/n spoke.
"Has something gone wrong?"
"I...believe I have....fallen." y/n responded, "for...you that is..."
Týr looked at her, she was concerned, worried. Afraid.
"Y/n." Týr spoke, "I...I..."
"I shouldnt have-"
"No- Y/n-"
"I got caught up I am sorry-"
"I feel the same-"
"Please, don't say that to make me feel better-"
"Y/n." He stopped her, "I feel the same."
Oh. oh SHIT ITS HAPPENING
You kinda don't care what happens to that dress you once had in your hand as you melt into his palm
Bro didnt even have to kiss you before you were melting for him
Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.
He ends up just placing a firm kiss on your cheek, holding your face as he does its so sweet and soft.
His beard tickles you.
And your doing stupid laughter.
He starts laughing too he doesn't know what's funny even.
You guys are having a laughing fit.
And it ends with you both dying on the bed. He looks over at you to have you start laughing again
And you both start up again,
This time he grabs you: softly too, ontop of you as you laugh and smile, crying almost.
"I don't understand!" He laughs, Y/n taking a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Okay. Okay..." she breathes, the smile hurting her face as she looked up at him, "im okay..."
He raised an eyebrow as she started up again.
This wasn't ending any time soon.
But it made him happy, to see you laugh so hard it hurt.
He's gonna be telling anyone about it for days.how pretty it was to just sit there and watch you smile and laugh.
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REQUEST RULES AND NOTES
1. No ped*philia or anything that even slightly includes it. Requests with Atreus, Thrúd, etc. will either be aged or have an also minor Reader.
This also goes to say that I will not write for a minor Reader with a character who's an adult, unless it's platonic/familial. (I write platonic/familia asks the best actually, so take note of that!!!)
2. No discrimination (racism, homophobia, transphobia and such). We don't mess with that in this blog!!!
3. No incest. I wish I didn't have to say this specifically, but considering a lot of the AO3 tags I see on God of War fanfics...💀
4. No non-con and/or dub-con. It's a topic that can be really uncomfortable for me, and would like to stay away from.
5. Expect little to no NSFW, I'm not really good at writing it and has been something that made me slightly uncomfortable for the longest time. 😔
6. Preferably only 3 characters per request! I tend to struggle writing for lots of characters in the same request, do bare with me.
7. I do drabbles, headcanons, and oneshots! It would help me out a lot if you told me which you'd like for me to do, but if not, the default will just be some headcanons :)
8. Please be respectful if I denied your request. It might be upsetting, but be understandable and try to see it from my point of view.
9. Don't make fun of others for what they might've requested. It's just sad making fun of others because you have no life, save yourself the time.
10. Be specific! If you want a specific situation to happen or maybe a few features for the Reader, I don't mind as long as it's not overly exagerrated!
With that being said, here are a list of characters I'm currently writing for! More to be added eventually as I explore and write with them:
- Kratos
- Atreus
- Mimir
- Brok
- Sindri
- Freya
- Freyr
- Odin
- Thor
- Týr
- Heimdall
- Baldur
- Thrúd
- Angrboda
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Confessing Your Love
Genre: Headconons
Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)
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Kratos
“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.
He wouldn't say anything immediately.
He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.
He doesn't want to take chances.
Man has trust issues!
Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.
You wouldn't be able to tell.
Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”
He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.
He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!
He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.
Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.
Mimir
Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.
“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.
Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.
Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.
Anything you want, he's on it.
After his head…
He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.
“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.
He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!
What could he give you in terms of love and affection?
After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.
But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.
You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.
Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.
It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.
Atreus
Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.
I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!
Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.
He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.
But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.
He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.
If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.
But he's happy to oblige!
He thinks your so cute.
Talks to his dad about it.
He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.
Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.
But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.
He's whipped.
Freya
No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.
As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.
In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.
The woman is hurt and healing.
She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.
Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?
What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?
Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her? 
Freya can't take another heartbreak.
But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.
You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.
And hearing that would be enough for her.
You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.
But she is so very much in love with you.
She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.
She doesn't wanna lose you too.
Brok
“Well it's about fucking time!”
He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.
But really he's surprised.
He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.
He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.
Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.
He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.
So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.
Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.
“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!” 
Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.
He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine. 
Sindri
Congratulations, you broke him.
His initial reaction is giving O.O
Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.
He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.
Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.
He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!
He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.
He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.
Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.
He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.
But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.
However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.
Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.
He’s never had a problem with it before.
But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.
It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.
You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.
He gags at everyone. 
Tyr
He didn't see it coming.
But he had hoped..
It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.
He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .
Not much had to be said between you two after that.
The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.
He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.
His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.
Contentment.
He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can. 
Heimdal
He knew.
He knew you loved him for a while.
He knew you wanted to say it.
The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.
He wanted to hear it.
But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.
He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.
He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.
He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’
He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.
After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?
To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.
You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.
You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.
It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.
He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.
But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.
“I know.” He said softly.
Thor
“Good for you.”
He's not really interested.
Plus he's still married.
So piss off.
Not proof read.
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when they meet someone smaller than them [gow: r] \\ headcanon, requested
character(s): kratos, thor, heimdall
word count: 1.7k
warnings&tags: nsfw, minors dni, size kink, small!reader, explicit language, praising, petnames/nick names, pinning, quotes which they would use, unholy ideas, lap sitting, so on. thanks for requesting lovely anon! enjoy.<3
| kratos
kratos could be one of the huge gods out there you ever met with his massive body. you couldn't tell his high exactly but you knew how you have to look up to see him, to make your presence knowledgeable. in the first times, it was hard to gain his attention, he had never looked down to see you. but now, it was all different. he didn't stop with recognizing you by looking down, no, he has started to kneel down. it was an odd feeling to see him like that; kneeling down to your level when you need him to, letting you climb to his back, like atreus did, when you are not be able to do so, picking you up whenever you want to reach a certain but higher point.
he didn't think he still had that side of him; wanting to do some naughty things while having intimate moments with you. he even didn't think how could he would find your small body so fragile but powerful enough to make him want to touch you, having you on his arms, under him or even top of him.
he liked how small you were compared to him because whenever you stood in front of him, you looked so cute. you were small but the strength you held always impressed him. he didn't show any disrespect or unwillingness about your high. contrary to that he found it amusing because of not only loving times he had with you while he was thanking your smallness, but also having unholy thoughts about it that he perfectly done.
in intimate moments, he would try not to harm you with his massive body even when his mind is filled with lots of naughty things he wants to do to you; just making you sit on his laps - thighs which were one of your favorite places to sit as you said, holding your waist with his huge hands and just fuck you like that, sitting you down and up on his cock while you put no effort to move, just moaning and preying for more as he makes your mind lose its functions, and breathing so fast and deeply with bouncing breasts in front of kratos' hazel eyes.
he didn't want to be rough in the first times, he didn't fulfill his dreams - naughty ones like this but he also couldn't help himself whenever you told him to be harder, deeper and rough which he could not deny. with your wishes, his lust and passion has increased, making him do the things both you and he wanted deeply in the lonely times you two had, far away from others' sights.
he could use your smaller body to move it effortlessly, changing from position to another.
he liked position that helped you ride him the most, seeing your little and beautiful body bouncing on his cock, making your breasts jump with the function, a moaning mess right top of him. he always find it cute how you wanted all of him inside of your walls even though he merely fit. you needed to be prepared for him which he liked to do; putting your body on a surface, higher one, to eat you - finger you just for preparing. you would cum a few times, not ready for him, never but the desire to have him inside you never decreased its power.
also, mentioning the fact about your body and desires always was a habit of him in the intimate moments.
"no," he would say when you asked him to fuck you without preparing - being a brat on the bed. "you are not ready." then, by using your lustful side, you would convince him to fuck you like that - raw and dry. "you are a nasty one, aren't you?" he would ask, "thinking you can take all of it without preparing. I do not wish to harm you but if this is what you want, I will give it but do not blame me for making you – a mess.” he just loves it – he just loves every feature of you and your body.
thor is so huge – he has a huge body features, making your mouth both open in shock and lust. thinking about whatever he can do with his massive body is not joke at all; it is something you always dream about after having lots of special moments that include passionate, lust and love on them.
| thor
he can pick your body like it means no weight at all, like you are a bird or something. he can break your neck like it means nothing. the power he holds within his body was something you could not imagine. he had strength – power. all his enemies had fear of him – with only a sight of his body, they could shake in pure fear. however, you never had fear of him, never because he was so sensitive towards you contrary to his massive body, looking dangerous and powerful – so much. he could break your body in a few seconds but he would never – he loved you so gently and cutely. he treated you in a way you felt – worshipped. all-father could never.
worshipping you was the thing he had from the start of your bond – and you never imagined him to even see you in the first place because of your small body – so small compare to his one. even if it was not likely him to acknowledge you – see you, he did, to your surprise and more surprising thing was that he found your smaller body so delicate – significant even, making him want to protect from all the danger of all realms, shielding you with his huge one whenever there was something more powerful than you – but not him. you had your own strength which he found amusing every time but the realms held more dangerous thing than some draugrs.
he loved to protect you, yes – he loved to play with your smaller body whenever he had chance such as picking you up when your anger show itself, making him giggle and making you angrier. but he loved to see you in bed, table, or any surface he found that particular moments – intimate ones, standing there, looking so innocent and little but holding infinity in every part of you.
his favorite one was seeing you on his lap, sitting on one of them while seducing him with innocent words that turn into naughty ones. he also liked seeing you – or having you on a table, opened legs, showing your cute little pussy to him shamelessly, standing there and looking at him with an expression that say ‘come and get me, I’m ready for all of it’ which made him turn on more each time. he liked breaking tables, beds, or even walls while fucking you roughly – sometimes slowly and gently just to tease. you could feel his cock inside of your walls even after he had no longer was fucking you, making him giggle in a proud manner, “poor thing,” he would say, “not thinking how my cock will break her every time she becomes needy for it.”
| heimdall
heimdall, lord of the asgard realm, had only one weakness as he claimed; you. he always thought how little thing like you even made your presence likeable and knowledge to him. then, his loving side answered, always while showing how cute he found you firstly, only to find it sexier than everything he has seen in his lifetime; ‘she is magnificent’. he knew his power on you as well, making you think about him all day and night and no, he didn’t feel any guilt to read your mind again and again, not wanting to stop, especially whenever you think about nothing but him.
he loved to read your mind so often, but whenever they turned into naughty ones, he couldn’t help but smirk widely, amused by the imagination you had with that little brain of yours. how could you think that he would fit so easily? – he asked to himself, feeling a bit disappointed, but no, you wouldn’t get away with that idea and that was the thing that made him realize it was enough with to tease and take actions; doing all the things you imagined shamelessly, wanting him to fuck every hole you had, leaving non-touched place on your entire body that was small and innocent, ready to be break into million pieces with his touches – both rough and gentle.
he had egoistic features, indeed, but when your thoughts turned from innocent ones such as telling how cute he looked, how you found him magical – the most beautiful thing in all realms, to those specific and unholy ones; dreaming about how he could fuck you against a wall, how he could cover all of your body with his bigger one, leaving you nothing to see but only him. your thoughts about this particular field has increased each day, not realizing how he was reading your mind – reading your intentions, seeing how your thighs were pressing each other with the sight of his laps, even more, his cock that was visible from time to time whenever you touched closely, mostly his plans to tease you further and acting like he didn’t know anything about the whole situation.
one day, he came to your side, covering all of your body with his own while capturing you between his body and a wall, making you look up to see his face and lustful pretty eyes as his one hand began to travel on specific parts of your body. “thinking unholy things like I do not read them, little but nasty one,” he said, “I thought that you were doing them on purpose but no, you didn’t, because if they meant to be said in purpose, you would never think that I would fit you so easily.” with a blushed face, you would wait for last sentences of him before he took actions, “I will not – I will not fit so easily, but I will try and in the end, you will be in a position that even your little wet pussy will be so ready to take all in, not wanting me to come out, being a brainless little brat on my cock.”
the end. 💜
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GOW: A subtle realization
Kratos \ reader fic
Fem companion reader fic about GOW
SFW all fluff
Just a small idea I had while laying awake this morning :)
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You looked up from your position at the fire only to be met with a curious stare from Mimir.
“Is there something on your mind mimir?” You said softly so as to not disturb Atreus sleeping across from you. “Aye lass just something the boy said of late”
“Oh?” You replied encouraging him to continue
“You see, I think he, well uh, oh how do I put this plainly sister” “I think he wishes for you and his father too, well I think he’s started seeing you as quite motherly”
You laughed and small bit, of course he did, you mended his things and gave him an open ear when his father was being to rough on him and you taught him some albeit fairly basic magic but it was enough to remind him of how caring his own mother was for him.
“And is that such a bad thing mimir?” You asked, bringing your chin to rest on your knuckles. Truth be told it was more than just Atreus you had bonded with. The stoic god who was absent from our hearth at the moment had also captured your heart. You weren’t fully sure how much of his you had but you did notice you never ran out of arrows, and you’ve never gone a night without food since meeting him.
Kratos was not over Faye and nor would he ever be. You never expected him to be either, instead you helped him move forward with the grief and helped him know that love is never ending and comes in all shapes and sizes, from anywhere and everywhere and that it’s ok to be vulnerable if only for a moment out of time.
Just as mimir was about to respond the very god in question made his way back to the fire, with a large buck strung across his shoulders, as impressive as always you noted mentally
“Ah welcome back brother!” Mimir boasted cheerfully. “Hmn” was all he got in response.
With all the noise and excitement Atreus had sat fully up, as alert as he could be while half asleep. You smiled and reached over to ruffle his short auburn hair, a detail of Faye’s that you loved as well as anyone did.
You mused to yourself about what mimir had said, and smiled looking down. If Atreus sees you as a caretaker of sorts then I suppose that’s a good thing, it just means that the only barrier I have left to get through is the one built so high around a man who needs the least protection.
You smile at Kratos after a moment and he blankly looks back although you can see a softness in his eyes as he stares back at you, he broke the moment by plopping the large buck beside you all and seating himself as well all too quickly. Your focus broke as mimir shouted some forgotten language’s curse words while tumbling to the ground from the sudden *ThWUMP* that accompanied the large animals body being dropped on the cold frozen ground.
You giggled and picked him up tenderly, brushing snow from his beard and sitting him beside you gently.
“no, no not a bad thing at all lass” he said quietly to you as the fire crackled and Atreus laughed quietly in the background, in fact you think you might have just almost heard a slight “humph.” from kratos, maybe just barely.
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Odin's sons when you randomly kiss them - short headcanons
AN: I hope it's not too cringe;; I wanted to write something short while working on request, so please don't take this too seriously, just a silly hcs
Summary: Heimdall, Thor, Tyr and Baldur being soft, big fluff and a lots of hugging, kissing in the cheek, kinda romantic headcanons in general?
Warning: none, just short
--Heimdall
You thought you could suprise him? Well, you didn't
He heard your footsteps from behind and actually expects either hug or sweet kiss in a cheek
Luckly, it was the second option
"OH, you want my attention so badly, don't you sunshine?"
Even tho he acted so unphased and cocky--inside he was exploding from happiness
The fact that you wanted to make him feel loved, that you were thinking about him
And on one hand it's obvious since he is your lover, but on the other hand Heimdall really miss love from other person
I don't think he ever experience genuinely feelings nor he showed his vulnerable side
So moments like these have a great value to him, I can asure you
You should do that more often! This man needs it
He don't kiss you back because he expect to receive three more times with that cheeky smile on his face
And you fell for it
--Thor
You always know how to cheer him up
He grabs you into a hug immediately, kissing you back into the lips
His face was hot-red with soft smile and it's one of the few times when you sees him being actually happy
"What did I do to earn this, honey?"
Thor is always so brute and ruthless in battles, but with you? Whole different person
He became so gentle and loving
Thor isn't scared or ashamed to show his true emotions to you because you didn't sees him as a monster
Probably would give you a thousands kiss all around your face while still hugging you tightly
He doesn't want to let you go, he feels safe
Aesir wants you to do this more often, but I feel like he doesn't want to say that out loud
But you know
--Tyr
Soft, big softie, grateful big shy softie
He saw many things, met many people, been to many realms and yet you always finds a way to make him flush
That really surprised him, but he doesn't want to leave you hanging forever
Definitely would kiss you back and take you to his arms
"Thank you, little one, you are very dear to me"
This man is so gentle
Tyr loves your thinking about small things like random kisses which makes his love even stronger
Your generosity won't go unnoticed
He doesn't want receive only, but also put something from himself into this relationship
Make you feel loved
Be ready to some night cuddling or special gift from another realm
He likes what you did and you should do it again for sure
It's not like he needs a proof, but it feels good to know that he's important to you
--Baldur
Sadly, he can't feel your smooth lips which really hurts him
He can only imagine this warm and sweet kiss
A sad smile appeared on his face at the thought
"It's good to know that you're still trying babe, but it's not gonna work"
You hug him as tight as you can, burying your face in his shoulder
Baldur hugged you back, but careful not to crush you
His heart begins to beat slower with every second
Being in your arms was a relief to him from damn world, sometimes he even forgots about his curse
Or rather he wants to forgot
But it's not that simple and you both knows that
He was so grateful for having you by his side, a person who doesn't judge and can rely on
Your every action means everything to him, so keep doing that
He knows that you want to break the curse as much as he does
Maybe your little kiss will do it? Let's see another time
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I love your Tyr Content 😻
Could you Write him with A Female Warrior Reader??
◇ A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I am glad you enjoy my work!! 💜 I wasn't sure whether you wanted HCs or a Oneshot, so I just did HCs for this one. I hope you enjoy! ◇
Týr x Warrior!Fem!Reader ♡
As the god of war, people would normally expect for Týr to be violent and a mighty fighter at first, right?
Nope, not the same case with good ol' Týr. He may be an Aesir god, but this man right here? Wouldn't wish death upon anyone.
He made an oath to never brandish his spear once again, because why do that when he's got you??
You two had met during one of his travels and had soon grown to be friends, and eventually more than just friends.
Ever since you've known Týr, he was a diplomat, a pacifist and someone who sought out justice for those who've been wronged.
Meanwhile, you had the heart of a warrior and what a brilliant one you were. Not only were you powerful and strong during combat but you were also graceful, not thinking with just your muscles but your mind aswell.
You rescued Týr when you once saw him being attacked by a full group of Raiders, which ended up with half of them killed by you and the rest running away, screaming the most vulgar words at you.
While the gruesome sight wasn't one Týr had always enjoyed, he was impressed and even more thankful that you fought off the attackers.
Soon after that, you always somehow found yourself rescuing Týr when he was in need of help during his travels. The funny part of this is that you were never aware that he was around and just bumped into him constantly.
After a few more sessions of what was essentially practice to you, you now begun to travel around with Týr.
He was polite, patient and had always an aura that calmed you down. He always knew how to make you feel better, you couldn't appreciate him more for that.
While travelling, you both found yourselves in a fight which ended up with a close call. You were severely injuired but you were both safe, the bleeding didn't stop because of that though, unfortunately.
You ended up passing out due to the blood loss and then awoke hours later in the small shelter you and Týr had built togheter for whenever you were out travelling.
You didn't actually open your eyes as the only thing that made you realize you were actually conscious was the fact you heard the god's voice.
He was quiet, his voice soft and you could hear the concern in it.
He mumbled out apologies for not being able to protect you, to have done anything to prevent you from getting harmed.
And you were certain that after a long pause, he said "I love you" .
"Of course you love me, dumbass." Was your response. Týr was startled by the fact you were awake and had heard him.
When you opened your eyes, his face was as red as an apple. It was quite cute.
And as you nay have guessed, you both ended up confessing to eachother.
The night was full of hugging, kisses and some well-deserved rest.
As the two of you sat by the fire, his arms gently wrapped around you, you glanced over at your sword across the room.
You usually stood awake in secret to make sure Týr would be safe, even if always told you there was no need to.
And for once, you listened to him and closed your eyes, falling asleep in the embrace of your beloved.
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nav. (slight spoilers, reference to character death)
Kratos does not blame you for your anger.
(It would be somewhat hypocritical of him, would it not? Anger, better yet rage, created him. Seared his skin with its promises of revenge until the skies cracked and the seas boiled away. So he does not fault you for your anger.)
Atreus had described you as kind. At least one of the few that welcomed the son of giants to the All-Father's home, rather than scorn him. Like the Watcher did. Nothing like the image you were now.
Standing before him, your face impassive, but Kratos knows anger, he knows rage when he sees it. Especially when that rage is caused by grief. He wonders, was this what his own opponents had seen? When he stood before them, the blood of their kin on his armors, on his blades? A pair of familiar bracers on your arms catch his eye.
Kratos can sympathize, but he cannot stop now. So he draws his spear, as you do the same. A new battle begins.
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You do not speak to him. You did not even know what you would say to the man before you confronted him. The Ghost of Sparta.
Grief fills your heart like an unending stream, the ringing in your ears never stops, and even so, you press forward. Bracers you had all but made him wear, even despite the protests that nothing could mark him, feel heavy against your arms.
But even so, grief and rage cannot give back what had been lost. You cannot think to defeat him either. As the man that had even the All-Father nervous lives up to his namesake. Despite this, as you feel your blood drip into the dirt, all you feel is relief.
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Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x Reader [PT 6]
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A/n: This chapter is poorly edited due to my current lack of a computer, so sorry if it's a little wonky! I just wanted to put this out for you guys since it's been so long. I might fix it in the future. Anyway, enjoy!
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The first few moments of your walk were held in complete silence. Not that you didn't feel like talking and, judging by the way he kept glancing at you, not for a lack of his wanting either. But more so out of a hard time to find anything to ask or say in the first place. So it was quiet as you walked through the Yggdrasil and stepped into the frozen wasteland of Midguard.
The cold immediately whipped against any exposed skin as you two trudged through the deep snow towards the cabin, a bitterness you don't think you'll ever grow to love. You quickly opened the door, shoving away the bit of snow that had piled even in your short time away. As you stepped in your eyes were immideatly drawn to the holes in the roof, the draft making them quite obvious. You sneered a little at your inability to escape the cold. You hoped Niðavellir would be warmer.
It was only a second after walking in that you realized you were alone. Turning around you saw Sindri waiting just outside the door, shivering in the freezing cold. Confusion passed your face for a moment before you spoke.
"You can come in. It's too cold to sit in the wind" you called. Even at the invitation he seemed unsure. Yet soon enough he got over his hesitation, be that because of cold or obligation at your invitation you didn't know. Either way he entered, his eyes immediately scanning the place. You turned to busy yourself with grabbing your things.
"Would you mind if I stoked a fire?" He asked, hands rubbing together in hopes to fight away the endless cold. You shook your head.
"Not at all" you allowed. Even if you two would be here a short time you felt that, given his mortality and your shared half of it, you would both probably need it.
You went collecting what you came for; starting with a corner so untouched it had collected dust. You were sure it would have collected webs as well, if the cold hadn't fought the insects away. In it was a variety of small items stored away once, never to be touched again. Old armor pieces and salvaged bits of broken arrows. But past them and the layers more of other rusted and useless pieces, you finally spotted what you were searching for. Pulling it away from the cluttered mess you had made while retrieving it, you opened the old box. Inside laid a greyed cloth that, once you dusted it off, revealed the white fur beneath. You stood with it in hand, the cloth still reaching the floor as you did.
It had been long since you had worn the fur, the surge of sealing magic felt beneath your finger tips. You took a deep breath before placing it over top your layer of worn clothing, making sure to face away from the dwarf to hide the slight shine it emitted once you did so. Immediately the inner seams glew a deep black, a slight sizzling hitting your skin through your clothes with a quiet grimace.
You turned from this always unpleasant experience to see the dwarf had the fire lit and had taken a seat beside it; his attention now engulfed with something near him. You figured it was nothing and went to grab some of your carving tools now that you were able to place your bag back over your shoulder.
"May I ask you something?" Sindri's voice spoke, gaining your attention quickly in the silence and causing you to glance at him again. But his eyes were still transfixed on whatever he had found, so you went back to your own task while you answered.
"You just did" you responded lightheartedly, the words almost natural in the way they slipped your tongue, like they had hundreds of times before. A silly joke, a stupid one really. But it reminded you of better times.
He, however, was thoroughly confused by it, his eyes glancing with his nose slightly scrunched. Luckily it seemed to click a moment later, though he struggled for a response anyway. You let out a half-hearted laugh, a little amused by his expressive features.
"Yes you may" you calmed his minor panic as you reached for an old bow, one clearly worn over years of no upkeep and lack of use. It wasn't the quality you would prefer but it would have to do. Hopefully it would hold better then the other.
"I was wondering how you had come to meet them?- Kratos and Atreus I mean. I didn't know they knew much of anyone else in these realms. Anyone close, anyway" he questioned. For a brief moment your body froze, the question bitter as it reached your ears. It was a short pause that you fixed the moment you noticed it, but a pause nonetheless. One you hoped he hadn't noticed.
"If you feel like saying, of course!" and it seems he did. That or he was impatient. You wished you could convince yourself it was the later of the two.
"We have history. They were close with someone I once knew" you finally spoke, your throat tightening slightly. You knew the answer wasn't what he was looking for.
"Oh..." Was all he could say. There was a question he held back on his tongue, you knew it. But you didn't dare to pull it from him. You preferred to move on.
"May I ask you a question?" You turned to him and his eyes finally caught yours.
"Of course" he answered. He seemed to have little to hide which made you a little more comfortable.
"What were you looking at?" You watched as his eyes widened slightly before he held up what he had picked up from the ground.
In his hand was a warped and strange piece of wood. It was slightly singed to a charcoal black on the left side of it, most of it's features left to ash while the other was cracked and splintered. It hardly held the detail it once had.
"This is...yours?" He asked. Your eyes focused on the small carved wood, a little bit confused as to why he even had it.
"Yes?" Your tone asked him his point and he looked perplexed himself.
"It was in the fire" he reiterated, as if you couldn't see the blackened side of it. You pulled your quiver over your shoulder once more before walking to where he was.
"I can see that" you answered as you began to pull small items from the floor, placing them in your bag. Mostly dried meats and the rare herb that grew in this now desolate land.
"Did you put it in the fire?" He asked, his tone strange in that it seemed shocked.
"Yes" You answered, your attention mostly on finding where in the freezing Hel Atreus had placed your extra set of arrows. That was until a nearly choked sound rang out, your eyes immediately snapping to him
"But the craftsmanship! How could you just throw it away?" He seemed almost offended and given the way he stared you might have even believed you had actually upset him...or perhaps you did believe so. Either way you chose to speak carefully.
"They are wood and it is cold. There's no reason to keep them. They'd just take up needed space" you tried to explain it the best you could, which is to say the way the Kratos always explained it. It had convinced you after all and you were sure he had much better things to be worrying about then some half-singed waste of time...
Right?
Unfortunate for you, it seemed he was anything but convinced. In fact, he might have even been more offended by your explanation.
"But the time this must have taken. It truly doesn't mean anything to you? You don't have any keepsakes?" He was growing increasingly frustrated with you and it was obvious. You didn't really know what you could say that would calm this strange stance he's decided to take, but you figured you might as well indulge him. The last thing you wanted to do was upset someone your brother would call a close friend. If nothing else you can at least say you tried.
"I have no issue making you a new one, if you are so bothered by it" you hoped that your offer would suffice. You didn't have much else to answer him with.
You watched as his indignation melted immediately and replaced itself with eye-widening surprise. He sputtered on his words, somehow baffled that you would offer exactly what he was complaining you ruined.
"Well you don't need to!" He finally managed a sentence.
"Unless you wish you" you mumbled afterword. Despite how quickly this change in demeanor came, or maybe even because of it's speed, you couldn't help the short laugh that left you at his nervous and flip-flopping behavior. On top of that, you managed to find your extra arrows. So you were feeling much better.
"I'd be happy to" your tone was light; amused even. He took your words with a wobbly and crooked smile before standing.
"Well..." He started, looking through the hole in the roof towards where the sun sat in the sky.
"We should really get moving" he suggested before hesitantly turning back. You gave a nod
"Probably" you agreed and he quickly began to walk towards the door. You went to follow, standing from beside the fire when a glint caught your eye. You quickly locked onto the objects, your face silently wincing at the sight.
On the table sat two rings. One made of metal; it's design crossing at the side with the front side flat and a hagalaz letter engraved on to it. The other was a ring made of an unknown wood with a metal streak held in the middle throughout the ring. Engraved on the inside was the word 'light'.
They taunted you as they laid there, the shine of the snow from the now open door turning them colder shades. Their intended purpose burned a sort of distain you never could quite place. Because even though their effect was everything you sought, it somehow felt so innately wrong whenever you had used them. As if they were not built for your hands, for your blood. Yet they were. They were finely crafted and tuned to you by beings you had never known and given to you by the mother you had always believed to want you safe-
"Are you coming?" Sindri's voice quickly caught your attention as your head swiveled to him, his head peaking in from the door.
"Yes, I-...feel like I've forgotten something" you answered, your voice as natural as it had been moments ago.
"Oh. Well whatever it is we can get it later. We're going to be late" he accepted your answer before waving for you to follow as he left once more. You gave another nod before, with the most reluctance, you took the rings into your satchel pocket and followed him into the Yggdrasil.
Another bout of silence ensued, though it felt much more peaceful than before. Or, at least, more comfortable now that the two of you weren't complete strangers. Soon enough you two were walking back out of the ethereal purple scenery and into the warmer but similarly silent place of Niðavellir.
Looking around you saw many buildings, the city sprawling for longer than you could guess. Despite that, and it being the middle of the day, there wasn't a sound to be heard.
"Welcome to Niðavellir!" He exclaimed as he gestured around what you would wager to be his former home. He began to walk and you decided it best to stay beside him. You continued to look around the seemingly abandoned place as you did.
"It's been a while" you spoke, Sindri turning to you with a curious glint.
"You've been here before?" His stare was expectant of an answer.
"Yes. Many winters ago" you answered plainly and to the point. You were somehow unsurprised to find him unsatisfied by it.
"I can assume you were looking to make something? Us dwarfs are known for our superior craftsmanship" He pried further but you were used to it after spending so long with Mimir. Though you supposed the situation was at least a little different, given that you felt a little more inclined to speak with the golden-plated dwarf than your father's confidant.
"My mother brought me. I was young then, Atreus' age I think. We had been looking for someone to make me a...a ring. It didn't work out though" you caught yourself a bit at the end, realizing your sudden slip of the tongue. Hel, the only reason his brother knew was by pure accident. How had you let yourself grow so comfortable?
"It must have been an important ring then, to come all this way" his tone made you uneasy as he spoke. It was a question in disguise, yet you knew you wouldn't be telling him any more than you already had.
"I don't remember it being so quiet" you quickly changed the topic as your eyes continued to look for any sign of life. He finally turned away from you, focusing back on the path.
"I would wager a guess that our companions have already made their way to the city. And, knowing Kratos, they didn't look for a quiet way in" you felt a bit of dread build within you at his words. You had hoped they hadn't attracted too much unwanted attention. Though at this point you probably should have expected it.
Soon the two of you stopped at a small workshop in a corner of the city. After which Sindri got to work setting up shop and you, having nothing better to do, took a seat.
The air was thick here, almost suffocating. Clouds of smoke billowed in a direction but that hardly caught your attention among the other wonders of the city. It had changed quite a lot since your younger years, though it had to be the silence that unnerved you the most.
You tried to distract yourself by sharpening and cleaning your axe while you waited but that only helped for a while. It wasn't long before you turned back to Sindri, your curiosity caught when you notice that he worked with strange magic. Despite not wanting to bother him too much, you figured he wouldn't mind a few questions. After all, you were sure he must too be unsettled by the silence here.
"What are you working on?" You asked with minor caution. His eyes flickered to you before turning back to his work, a green glow showing from the string he held.
"It's a project of mine. I've been looking into the structural sensitivity of sonic vibrations" he explained, placing the string down gently, as if he'd break it if he dropped it too suddenly. When he caught a glance of your utterly lost features, he gave a second shot at explaining it.
"I'm trying to find a way to use sonic vibrations to create a larger scale of destruction to certain sensitive materials" he reiterated and though it wasn't all that different from his initial explanation, you gave it your best shot at understanding him.
"Oh? So...a sound explosion?" his head tilted from side to side to imply that you were almost correct.
"A bit reductive, but sort of. More of an implosion if anything...Or at least that's the theory" he spoke before moving around his little shop, searching for something.
"You haven't tested it yet?" You asked, your intrigue now much more clear. The question seemed to gain his attention as he paused his movements to fully look at you once more.
"No. No I have. It's been rather...temperamental, to say the least. Working with new magic isn't exactly easy. I'm sure I have it down, but I'm not all that tempted to try it out again after the uh...last incident" he spoke with a more grave tone towards the end. You nod along, finding this to be quite interesting. At least more interesting than sitting in silence as you waited. In fact his words sprouted an idea in your head, one that would hopefully help you pass the time better than weapon maintenance.
"I can test it out, if you'd like" you inquired. The idea gave him pause as he seemed to maul it over a moment.
"Well, I had planned on doing it myself but...if you think you can handle it" he spoke skeptically which, you had to admit, was a bit amusing. It had been too long since you'd met someone who didn't know what you were. It was almost refreshing to have the expectations so low.
"I think I'll handle just fine" your small smile broke which seemed to wean away his previous hesitation. Confidence begets confidence after all.
"Your bow then" he outstretched his hand and you pulled the bow from your back and handed it to him. He began an attempt to take off the right string which you had to say was a little funny to watch. Even more so when you realized he very much wasn't going to ask for any help. But you bit your tongue well enough.
"Do you...need some help?" You spoke up gently, your voice stopping him for a moment.
What you hadn't expected was for him to look at you as if he'd seen some higher being descend upon him. Relief and thanks spread across his face as if you had asked to help him carry the weight on his shoulders. You were a little bewildered by it, the expression one you hadn't ever seen so blatantly on anyone before.
"Yes, yes, that would be great" he accepted with complete gratitude. So you placed you axe down and grabbed the bow. With only a bit of resistance you were able to hold it down for him and he didn't hesitate to take the string off, replacing it with the new one soon after. Once he did he stepped back and your grip loosened. A second passed before you gently picked it up once more, as if any sudden movement might irritate it. Turning it over in your hands showed that it seemed stable enough.
"Doesn't look too dangerous so far" you explained. He gave a cautious nod.
"Yes. However it might be smart for you to test it away from the workshop" he suggested and you quickly agreed. You stood before taking a good few steps away from the shop. When you felt you were a sufficient distance away you raised the bow carefully, as if to aim it, but didn't pull on the string. You instead gave one last look to Sindri who you noticed had ducked under his workbench. However his head quickly popped back up, clearly looking like he had forgotten something.
"Oh and uh- when you shoot! Just say the word, skjálfa!" he ducked back under the bench as you gave a nod.
Turning back to the bow with quite a bit of hesitance now, you brought your hand to the bow string. You watched the string hum with a bit of green light at your fingertips, the power of it evident. Knowing there was no avoiding the inevitable, and that an injury you might receive could be healed quick enough, you finally plucked the string and...
No explosion. Nothing more than a faint flicker of more green magic. You hummed in cautious delight before plucking an arrow from your quiver, swiftly pulling back the string as the glow reappeared. You aimed the arrow in a random direction before Sindri's voice called again.
"The gate! Aim for the gate! Where the green ore is!" He yelled to you, your aim quickly fixated on the target. When you were sure your aim was true you released.
"Skjálfa!" You yelled, watching as it quickly left your hand with a resonating thump of energy before flying into the metal. No familiar clink was heard as instead the metal compacted in on itself, crinkling like paper before falling with a small thud.
"It worked-!"
You didn't get to celebrate long, a skittering sound meeting your ears followed by a loud billow as you realized you must have disturbed a swarm of wretches. Only a glance showed a grim not far behind.
You quickly sprung into action as a group of the tiny creatures charged for you like overgrown bugs. You began to quickly step back as you pulled an arrow from your quiver just in time for one of them to jump at you, impaling itself on the arrow with only a bit of force on your part. That didn't seem to deter the other six as they then all came jumping at you in a thing reminiscent of skin crawling nightmares. You managed to dodge, shoot and stab without so much as a bite when-
"Look out!" Sindri yelled, your body dodging a disgusting green acid-like spit ball flown in your direction before you even really fully registered his words. Afterward your eyes flicked in his direction as he, to your surprise, was throwing an assortment of strange things at the grim that had just tried to boil you in bile. You were almost impressed, surprised to see the dwarf standing his own.
At least until he caught the attention of said grim who, unsurprising, begin to run at him.
"Ah!" You turned and sprinted towards him the moment he yelled and in doing so allowing a wretch to jump and latch on your arm. You hardly felt it as the grim lunged over the bench and at Sindri who had tried continuing an assault of whatever strange things he could pull from his endless bag from behind said bench. However the creature was only successful in knocking him to the ground as you pulled the grim near out of the air, wrapping your bow around its neck and pulling it. The creature yelled in anger and pained fury as you hopped onto it's back to tighten your grip. It clawed at you, ripping your pants a little, before-
Snap
There went your second bow, the creature escaping your grip and throwing you off of it. You hit the ground with a thump and just barely rolled out of the way of it's hands. You were thankful when a slight glance showed your ax now beside you. Without hesitation you reached for it.
You felt fury dare to grip at your throat again, that horrible feeling of thickened blood sinking in once more. However, unlike before when it had shown in glowing eyes that blurred your vision or in the golden flakes that surrounded the movement of your hands, it instead showed in the form of just pure burning. The fur held on you was anything but a comfort now, as it began to sear.
Knowing you didn't have much time before it would truly begin to burn, and driven fully by the panic of that thought, you swiftly grabbed the ax and moved to your feet. With the pumping of your adrenaline you let out a yell before lunging at the creature with as heavy a swing you could manage. You found relief when it's head hit the ground, it's body following shortly after.
Silence fell, a few deep breaths cooling the heat of your skin and the beating of your heart. A feeling so strange for such a common encounter. You hadn't had such a loose grip on it in so long, its signs usually showing only when your blood boiled over in messy golden ichor. But it seemed that over fimbulwinter your grip must have grown weaker. That or it somehow grew stronger in the inhospitable environment.
It wasn't long after you calmed that you registered the wretch that had yet to let go of your arm. You carefully unhooked it's jaw from you before throwing it onto the ground, a heavy stomp killing the pesky thing. You were confident by then that there were no more, though you glanced around just to be sure.
It was then that you met the wide-eyed state of Sindri, his elbows propping him up on the ground he had not stood from quite yet.
"Are you hurt?" You asked as you approached. He remained silent for a moment too long and you began to grow concerned, quickening your pace. Once you stood above him you looked him over, relived to see no bloody injuries.
"Sindri?" You called and, suddenly, the man sprung back to live. He blinked rapidly, adjusting himself into a seated position as he looked over his arms and legs, searching for an injury but thankfully seeing none.
"I'm fine- fine! I'm fine! It's...It's just been a while since I've been attacked like that!" He almost yelled through a nervous laugh, clearly shaken up by the ordeal.
"Well lucky you" you reached down, pulling the dwarf to his feet in an attempt the break his adrenaline. Unfortunately it did quite the opposite as he instead just stared at where you touched him on his arm with what you could only describe as poorly contained disgust.
"Oh, sorry. It slipped my mind" you apologized, pulling your hand very quickly back to your body.
"It's...fine" it was clearly not fine and he hid it poorly. Especially as he turned to the bag on his hip, digging around for a moment before pulling out some sort of cloth and wiping down the armor you had touched. You found the sight a little amusing, considering he had gone up to his shoulders digging through the bag, but you kept that thought to yourself. Instead you quickly went and retrieved the string of your now broken bow before placing it back on the bench with a simple nod from the dwarf. Silence returned for a few rather long moments after, an opportunity you took to get right back to cleaning your now grim covered blade. Then, right when you thought the silence might settle fully, he spoke again.
"Thank you" your eyes turned to him at the suddenly sincere tone in his voice. You questioned if he was joking, as most people who thanked you often were, but his seriousness didn't falter even in the way his eyes stared.
"For keeping that...thing off of me, I mean" You couldn't help the ever so slight smile that pulled at your lips or the slight swell of being acknowledged that grew in your chest.
"Well thank you for not letting me be melted by disgusting acidic mucus" you returned the thanks, his look twisting into one half amused and half horrified.
"Of course" he answered, his tone once again matching his face. You held back a snicker at it.
It was then that voices all too familiar began to echo in the near distance.
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What would Kratos do if the reader got sick? Well, like, I don’t think that a large number of blankets would be saved in his house (despite the fact that it looks cozy, I think it’s very cold there).
— Yandere Kratos with sick reader
Warnings: yandere behavior, and talks about having the flu
A/N: akkk, love this so much!
With you being sick, it only results in Kratos being more grumpy and severely overbearing. Small answers to anybody outside his personal circle, his devil eyes staring into people’s souls, and being more impatient.
It’s no surprise that he takes your health very seriously. Even a minor cough, or slight sniffle, has him looking at you with worried eyes. He quickly brings you to a healer, who only shrugs their shoulders and suggests medicine to make your immune system pass it faster. And to nobody’s surprise, he doesn’t take it lightly. He’s overprotective, overthinking minor things — which means, you’re going to be coddled to the max.
Kratos replaces everything in the whole cabin to your liking, to keep itself warm for your sake. He gives you wool blankets, piling them on top of you like pieces of cakes. Constant fires that keep you warm, but far enough to be cautious. And wearing thick clothing, being fed a large bowl of stew to keep you nice-and-full.
He regularly wakes you up between naps, giving your elbow a squeeze with an apologetic look before mumbling ‘eat up’, serving you warm and good-smelling soup that he hopes you’ll enjoy.
He does everything in his path to keep your fever down. He checks up on you constantly, a frown on his face prominent as he takes your temperature with his large backhand, grazing his thumb over your sweating forehead, and presses cold towels to your feverish body.
Literally babies you. He will hand-feed you, catching any food that dribbles from the corner of your mouth with his thumb whilst chuckling. And always asks Atreus to fetch you more food at the trading-market that’s soft on your stomach.
He worries a lot. And it’s not something he’s glad about showing — he paces constantly, grunting instead of answering with words, and waiting for the time to be gone, as if you’re going to get better within a snap of fingers. It’s funny really, seeing a man known for his indisputable strength, worrying like a mother; constantly looking at you with wide eyes, and a frown. He’s always touching you, kissing the back-of-your-hand, whilst mumbling words that you cannot make out– to whom, you learn about one night that he’s sorry. Sorry for making you sick, and how you’re suffering because of it.
This said, if you need to get up for an unnecessary thing, or come up with excuses for trying to say you’re better when you’re obviously not. And for that, Kratos isn’t afraid to push you back into bed, telling you to stay and rest. And if he needs to, he’ll keep you trapped within his arms, which we all know, is incredibly solid to get out of.
Within the statement of arms, Kratos is incredibly warm — and it’s no surprise he’s using it when you’re cold. He’s constantly bundled underneath you with many blankets, having you lay on top of him as his arms are wrapped around you like snakes. At times, he’ll move his fingers underneath the back of your shirt and massage your lower back.
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Change Of Heart ~ Heimdall x Reader
Summary: Y/N is the daughter of Kratos with a Greek Goddess who died before he left his homeland. She is laconic and intimidating without even trying, being more like her father, but she’s mostly just aloof and has no idea how to have a proper conversation, especially with the people of the North. Being a Goddess and having learnt so much as a child, before Olympus fell, Y/N found her primary priorities simple - Protecting her family.
Her first meeting would however prove to be the most entertaining, but also, the most annoying thing she experienced, since she stole Hermes’s boots.
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Ragnarok was on the verge of existentialism, and everyone was running amok with craziness - People were worrying for their lives, their homes, and not only, for the End of the Gods meant... What did it mean, actually? Nobody could know exactly - They could only make false suppositions. But that’s what people did best - Make up countless scenarios that may or may not come even close to reality.
The problem was, while mostly everyone inside the dwarves’ home was in alignment with their mind views - Atreus, the little half-Jotnar teenager, was up to... Only he knew what. Nobody, maybe not even he knew, what in the world he was thinking. She doesn’t remember herself being a teen rebel... Maybe it was a boy thing? She truly had no idea.
Time and time again, especially after Faye died, Y/N tried to pacify Atreus and lead him on the good path - The one of communication, so he and his father could talk out their differences. That was their problem - They loved each other so much, but because of their different personalities and upbringings, they weren’t able to bond so evidently, like herself and Kratos did. Although, they did have a few hundreds of years alone to talk plenty, so it was an unfair comparison - Hence why, she had to try harden in reasoning with both of them.
This day, however, things were even going worse than ever. Not even Sindri could talk sense into Atreus, so the ‘bad guy’ had to go and intervene, hopefully talk sense into his boy so he won’t do anything stupid and reckless. Y/N knew better than anyone how much loss and grief Kratos has experienced in his long life - She was adamant in making sure her father never has to lose anyone dear to him again.
Kratos entered the boy’s room where he was sitting on a barrel. Kratos evidently ticked off and in need of proper answers. He never was one for beating around the bush or diplomacy - That was all Y/N - So when Atreus tried to evade the question, the father started raising his already harsh and raspy voice. That gruff Spartan voice that was always used to shouting did him no good in trying to appear calm and collected - Not that he was, in that exact moment. Kratos was accusing Atreus of seeing - Or at least, attempting to - See Odin. He was grasping at loose straws, but it was the only clue he had.
Atreus’s voice was defiant, and he even talked back to his father, saying that he could do whatever he wanted - Make his own choices - Because it was HIS life. Not wrong, per se, but at least give your old man some closure, he is worrying himself into an early grave.
“Why don’t you trust me?!” Atreus shouted at his father, clearly hurt.
“If you want me to trust you, then tell me the truth.” Kratos’s voice was pressed and authoritarian.
“The truth is you’re being a complete asshole!” for a household who tolerated foul language little, having such a direct insult, at your father, no less, was inacceptable.
“ATREUS!” Y/N stepped into the room. “That is no way to speak to your family. What has gotten into you?”
Atreus pushed past the girl, and walked out of the room.
“He doesn’t have any faith in me! All faith he ever had was put into you!” Atreus accused. “It’s fine if HE keeps secrets! It’s fine if Y/N keeps secrets. It’s fine if mum did -”
“It is NOT fine! Her secrets haunt every step of this path.” this wasn’t a family quarrel anymore. It was complete disaster.
“Oh, okay, so you don’t believe in her anymore either?” the boy went to lean on a chair at the table, still away from his father.
“This is not about your mother. What you have done is lie.” Kratos pointed out clearly.
“I wonder where I learnt that.” the boy let out a dramatic shrug of his shoulders.
“What is with this attitude? You do not behave like that to your family. We just want you safe.” Y/N tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but was slapped away.
“Why do you ALWAYS take his side?! Is it because you’re his favourite child?!” the accusation was hurtful, but Y/N tried to keep composed.
“Our father does not have a favourite child. I told you so many times - We just had more time to understand each other and learn how to speak. You are a few hundreds of years behind in that - And it is alright. Dad is not the easiest to understand, I get that. I know I am not easy to understand either. We come from a different realm and a different time. Different speech and different customs. But we both care about you so much. Please understand that, Atreus.” the girl tried to stop his temper tantrum, but it was for naught.
“Look, fine. I was only THINKING about going to Odin - But I swear, it’s for a good reason!” the boy spoke in his defence.
“There is NO good reason to go to Odin.” Freya intervened quickly.
“He’ll only cloud your mind.” Tyr, also, spoke, the porridge cauldron in his hand, as he stirred it.
“But I’d be going for us! I gotta stop something bad from happening!” the boy tried to reason.
“Something bad DID happen! LOOK AT ME! Look at Freya - At Tyr! Odin did this to us!” Mimir shouted at the boy, hoping to make him see the fault in his thinking. There was nothing good that could come out of dealing with the devil himself.
“What’s got everyone caterwaulin’ all-a sudden?” Brok grumbled as he got in the little group of mischief.
“Atreus wants to go to Asgard.” Sindri summarized it best.
“Asgard? He get kicked in the head or something?” Brok was genuinely surprised by that idea.
“Great. I guess everybody’s against me now.” Atreus rolled his eyes.
“We are not against YOU. We just do not want you to put yourself in danger by directly going to that power hungry mad man.” Y/N sighed, pulling the boy into a hug.
“You must choose who you are going to be. Are you going to continue to lie and keep things from me? Or are you my son?” Kratos asked, getting closer as well.
“Choose? I NEVER get to choose. Just leave me alone.” the boy pushed away both his family members - But Kratos grabbed his arm, telling him to listen to him. “LET GO!” the boy started squirming aggressively, trying to escape his grasp. “I said - LET GO!” the boy transformed into a bear without realising once again. He was walking towards the door, but Sindri was in his way.
“Atreus! It’s Sindri. J-Just try to keep control--” the bear was about to hit Sindri with his large paw, but Y/N with her magic pushed him away, allowing safe passage out of the house, and outside, for the portal to take him to Asgard.
“I will get him back.” Y/N thanked her mother mentally once again for gifting her the boots of Hermes, as she was able to run all the way to her little brother who was back in human form and struggling to get through the portal door.
Y/N tackled him - But the two fell through the door... All the way to the Fimbulwinter inflicted Midgard. From there, they made their way to their home, then at Freya’s, where they took care of the large tortoise-tree that guarded her house. “Can you please tell me what are you fearing so much, brother?” Y/N spoke gently, sitting on the ground and watching the remorseful and worried expression on his face.
“I... I saw a Jotnar shrine... And it predicted father’s death. I... I can’t let that happen. I have to do something about it.” the boy’s voice was small and afraid.
“Atreus, darling... Did dad ever tell you about the Sisters of Fate? Or how he saved himself from dying, by going back in time?” the boy’s eyes bulged wide. “If you had any idea how many times dad has been fated to die, you would be in a grave with worry right now. Hundreds of years later, he is still alive and well, as you can see.” she explained. “Dad’s father... Uh... Killed him, and stole all of his God powers in a sword. Dad escaped the realm of the dead and sought out the Sisters of Fate. They are... Like the Nornir of this land, but they take an active role in the creation of Fate itself. One would create life, in the form of a thread, another would embellish it to her will, and the other would end the life by cutting the thread - Everything was controlled by them. Everything could change, based on their whims. That is what greed and power hunger does to you - You become a tyrant.” the girl continued. “Dad killed all three of the Sisters and found his own thread, so he was able to turn back in time and save his past God self from his father. As you can see, he is still the God he once was - Minus the magic. He cannot use the magic anymore. I, however, can.” Y/N winked at him playfully.
“But... I don’t understand. All the Jotnar predictions come true!” Atreus was clearly conflicted.
“The oracles predicted his dead. Dad died - But he also brought himself back from death countless times. It has not stopped him before and it will not now either. The only thing that can stop our dad from going forward is if something happens to either of us. ESPECIALLY you, Atreus.” the girl’s voice was stern, but also kind and warm. “You do not see it yet, my sweet brother, but our father is incredibly overprotective of you. He can be overbearing also, I do agree. But he has gone through so much grief and mourning and loss, that his heart simply cannot take any more. For him, you are still the little bundle of love that he created with Faye. He was so very afraid of even holding you in his arms, afraid of hurting you or bringing you misfortune. I... I hardly ever saw my father cry before, Atreus. But when he held you in his arms for the first time, and you extended those tiny little babe hands of yours to grab at his beard... He shed tears. Those were the first tears of pure love that I have seen him weep in my life.” the look on the boy’s face was almost comical, but his heart was in so much pain and realisation. “Your misunderstandings come from a place of deep love.” she clarified.
“Y/N... Will you please help me protect our dad? I’m... I’m really... Afraid.” the boy reached forward and snuggled in her arms, hugging her.
“Of course, my sweet brother. I shall always be there for you, no matter what peril may come.” the girl kissed the top of his head. “Here. Put this in your breast pocket. It is a flower of healing - Mum taught me how to make it. I can feel your vitality through it and know when you are in danger. As well as that, you can heal your physical wounds, should you destroy it. Be ready for anything. Please.” the boy quickly put it safely, and smiled at her - His beautiful blue eyes were gleaming, and they remained in that embrace until something akin to a knocking was heard from the wooden window, and the boy rose to his feet. Ravens came into the room, once by one, and they flew in circles around the two children, and teleported them to Asgard.
More specifically, to a god damn lake. That was nothing but absolutely cruel. “Your Odin friend is a... Jerk, as you call it.” Y/N grumbled, pulling the boy ashore and squeezing her long hair and clothes from the water.
“Wonderful start.” the boy was pissed off - But the two siblings made their way towards the large wall - On top of it was supposed to be the real Asgard... Or, whatever. On their way, they met up with a boy around Atreus’s age and height, with pretty blond hair and a pretty face, named Skjoldr, before they were to climb all the way up... Up the wall with no end. Awful.
Y/N shot the boy an exhausted and done with life look and began to climb that atrocious wall mountain - Though nothing compared to the climbing of Olympus. Actually, the circumstances were similar - At the end of the day, at the top, the Father of the Pantheon was awaiting them. The exact God which they wanted dead. Although it wasn’t an easy climb, Atreus took his mind away from his aching muscles and the fatigue by making conversation about her life as a Greek God. Though he was always curious, he hardly ever asked her or her father about their past lives - It made the girl happy, like they were bonding, and he was also trying to find ways to get in touch with their father.
They were so close - So, so close to reach the top of the wall - Atreus, who was up there, put his hand on the ground and tried to bring himself up, only to have his wrist held into a tight grip. He gasp, alerting his sister, who noticed the man kneeling. He had blond-grey hair, short and pulled into various slicked back intricate braids, and the most striking purple eyes. His skin was pale as she’s never seen anyone before and his clothing looked... Noble. With gold embroidered into his pristine white and blue tunic If he didn’t have that incredibly fake and arrogant smile, he would have looked like the most handsome man that Y/N has ever seen since she last saw Hermes. All men in the North looked harsh, gruff and so incredibly old, they reminded her of her father. But not this stranger.
“Hello.” the man spoke. He had a velvety voice, but it made Y/N worry tenfold. He held the allure of a confident and self-assured man who masked his weaknesses very easily.
“Uh... Hi?” Atreus more asked than stated.
“So.” the stranger meant business. “What part of the enormous wall made you think - Oh! Visitors must be welcomed - ?” he was even dramatically sarcastic. If Atreus’s life wasn’t threatened, Y/N would have found him tragically entertaining.
“I was sent for, actually. By Odin.” though the boy spoke the truth, this stranger behaved less than optimal and with an empty dead-pan.
“The All-Father sent for you? Ha! Great.” the man took a bite of his crispy red apple. “Then why are you out there, and not in here?” good question, actually.
“Trust me, I asked the same thing when we found ourselves plunging into that awfully ice-cold water.” Y/N sighed, her expression aloof and unbothered, yet still having a comedic effect in her tone.
“Ah - There’s another one - I almost forgot about you. Why are you here? Same dumb reason?” the stranger asked, watching as the girl pulled herself up slightly, just to nonchalantly place her arms on the ground and lean her chin on her hands, while her feet were dangling playfully - She looked far more unphased than the boy.
“Ah, no, no. Odin had asked for him, not for me. I mostly ended up here through a rather... Unfortunate series of events.” with a bored expression, the stranger let the apple for on the ground, and it rolled over the edge, breaking the small rock on which Atreus was holding one of his hands. Now, he was merely held onto by the stranger. Y/N was focused, yet maintained her unbothered aura - She knew very well that, should the stranger throw her brother over, she could easily rescue him.
“Are you finished? Now. What could Odin. All Father. King of the Aesir. Possibly want with the likes of you?” Y/N wanted to know the very answer just as well.
“That’s between me and Odin.” Atreus spoke barely.
“You don’t even know, do you?” the man stated, letting an empty chuckle.
“If you could pull me up, I--” but the boy was cut off harshly.
“No, I don’t think I will. I think maybe I’ll drop you.” the man spoke, as a matter of fact. Y/N would have actually laughed, should they not have been the subject of his mockery. Atreus started panicking and pleading for him not to drop him off. “Yes, I’m going to drop you. Goodbye~!”
“Wait, wait!” Atreus grabbed onto the man’s arm tightly, making him look down at him, disgusted and offended. “Think how mad the All Father’s gonna be when he -- When he finds out you killed his guest - Loki of the Jotnar?”
“The Jotnar?” the resentment for that race was obvious on the man’s visage. “Enemy of my people?"
“I am not your enemy.” Atreus made the man with shining eyes groan in disdain and pull him up. Seeing that her brother was alive and well, the girl quickly pulled herself to safety as well.
“I will be the judge of that.” the stranger spoke, walking ahead as Y/N helped her brother get up and patted his head.
Y/N didn’t speak for most of the walk - She did not want to give away any of her weaknesses, nor her temper or strategies. Still, she heard Atreus Identify the man, thanks to the Gjallarhorn. This Aesir stranger was, in fact, Heimdall. She was amused by how done with life this man was, especially when dealing with her brother’s innocence and naivite - He would call it absolute stupidity though. He claims to be the protector of Asgard, his beloved realm. However, he easily guessed that Atreus was so overly eager to get out of someone’s shadow... The shadow of an overbearing fatherly figure, he says. How very much on point he was. Interesting. He also guessed that he was - Disrespectful. Entitled. Impulsive. On point, for the most part.
He easily read that Atreus was here, not to save people, but out of his own accord. To lie, manipulate and to bad, all for himself - His selfish desire to prove that he can do good by himself - And save his father. Though Heimdall was taunting the boy, he wasn’t exactly wrong - Just incredibly cruel, the most.
“I see you are proficient in reading people. Although you have added your own, personal touch of cruelty to your words - They are, in fact, very correct.” Y/N nodded, seemingly impressed with his guess.
“Of course I am correct, silly girl. I just need one single look in your eyes and I already know everything there is to be known about you.” the man snapped at her, though the smirk on his face made it clear he liked the praise.
“Is that so? Then, by all means, what is there that you can see about me?” with a small, perfectly contained and relaxed smile, the girl leaned back casually on the wooden railing of the cabin they were travelling in, and willingly averted her eyesight, straight into his own. Her gaze was aloof, yet held with a strong indifference. She was challenging him. Provoking him, Heimdall realised. But how? He could not understand.
“You... Are appreciating the colour of my eyes? How mundane. What are you, some silly midgardian girl?” the man scoffed.
“Hm... Am I, now?” her smile widened just a little bit - Heimdall knew it was perfectly controlled, and it only irked him more. He looked again, but he felt as if he was looking into a void. This Loki child was like an open book, so easy to read, and even easier to taunt. This one, however, was getting a rise out of him freely. She didn’t look physically strong - In fact, she looked slender and frail - But so did he, and he held the strength of a God, and the mind even better. He was having a very annoying rival, and he could not stand his place being challenged, especially if it was a means to go against Asgard.
“You are not of this land.” the girl nodded, approving his statement. “You hold very strong convictions and can be very stubborn. You don’t hold anyone’s opinions in your regard. You are shallow and uncaring. You are manipulative. And...” Heimdall’s purple eyes widened slightly - Atreus could even see his very pale skin turning slightly pink.
“Heimdall - Are you, perhaps, cold?” the girl’s smirk was as cunning as a fox. Heimdall realised that she knew exactly what he was reading off her. It was her who was feeding him the information to speak out loud.
“Why would I be cold? I’m an Aesir, I was born here. This temperature is just right for me.” he snarked at the girl, who pulled off her cloak and approaching him, pulled it on his shoulders, before approaching her face to his own.
“Your cheeks are pink.” she whispered into his ear, before taking a sharp turn and returning to her leisure resting place.
“You did it on purpose.” he was so bratty now, she was reminded of Atreus and his temper tantrums. How cute.
“Very well spotted. Your foresight is truly a force to be reckoned. I am sure Asgard will be very safe with you as its guardian.” her comment made him glare at her - Only for Y/N to demurely hide a soft giggle with her hand. He couldn’t understand this type of behaviour - Where could she be from? Women of the North was stubborn, impulsive, strong, loud and oftentimes relied on their brawn to get things done - Like every citizen, for the matter. But this slender little girl had the silver tongue of a snake and a coy aura. A woman who uses her brains... But does she also have the brawn? From the way she was holding up the wall, she had to, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to climb it all. She proposed herself a puzzle. An enigma. And for some odd reason, he wanted to solve it. Was this her plan all along?
“Your reason for being here was not an accident.” he stated obviously, snatching the cloak from his shoulders and effortlessly throwing it back to her.
“For the most part, it was. My brother had ran away from home. I was worried for his well-being, so I ran after him. I tackled him. We toppled over into the portal door. I did not expect to end up in Midgard - But the ravens found us and teleported us... In the middle of the lake.” she spoke the truth. “You claim to be the protector of your realm - That means its people too. Surely, you would understand what it is like, playing the part of the protector of your family.” she continued.
“Family?” the man scoffed with disgust. “My duty is wholly to the All Father.”
“Ahh, I see. So you are a very selfish man. You care of your homeland and of your employer, not of anything else that regards it. Is your loyalty towards Odin... Based on the fact that he is the most powerful man, and the ruler of the realms? Or are you truly loyal to his political convictions?” she hummed in amusement.
“Are you questioning my devotion to the All Father?” he was getting easily angered.
“I am questioning nothing. I am simply curious where your heart lays. Staying isolated, guarding a wall that has probably not seen any intruders in ages, all alone. You must have true devotion to whatever your cause is. Aesir supremacy.” the harsh glare she was met with made her even more entertained. She hoped she would be able to get him angry enough to attack her, soon enough.
Although, as soon as the finished their cabin ride and were down on the other side, on the grassy ground, they reached a pretty rural village... And a saddled beast that Y/N has never seen before. Heimdall seemed so... Kind and genuine with this beast. Loving, in fact. When Atreus commented on how the Aesir taming this animal was almost as impressing as Baldur and his dragon, the man must have felt almost... Offended. “Baldur had the luxury of not caring about being burnt. I out-think them. Dominate them, fair and square.” interesting line, Y/N thought. So one of his powers was his wit.
But her analysing of the stranger came to a halt once Atreus jumped on the beast’s saddle and she realised there might not be another seat for her. “How chivalrous of you, brother. Allowing a lady to walk. Father taught you better.” though she shook her head, she smiled, showing she wasn’t seriously scolding her little brother.
“Just get up, there’s enough space for a little thing like you. I don’t need you slowing us down.” the man rolled his eyes and extended his hand, and she gladly took it, hopping to sit between him and Atreus. Smirking in triumph, happy that he could not see her, the girl cheekily reached her arms and snaked them around his torso. “What the hell are you doing?!” he was so alarmed that, upon leaning to the side, she noticed his milky cheeks growing ever pinker.
“I do not have what else to hold onto. If I were to fall off, the trip would come to a halt, thus, slowing down. I do not want to be a bother for you, Heimdall.” he had a mind to reach out and wring her neck or just kick her off and pretend he had no idea who she was. Better yet, he had another plan, that may or may not get the both of them killed. He had to test their prowess, first and foremost. He was already aware of the brat’s treacherous intentions, and he was an idiot. The girl was far smarted and cunning - She was the real threat.
Once arrived at the great lodge, Heimdall commanded his mount to act up, sending Atreus flying away, meeting with a painful thud to the ground. Y/N did not. She landed like a cat on her feet, so gracefully and effortlessly that it pissed him even more. “Can you handle them on your own, Atreus?” the girl asked, nonchalantly stepping around, without a care in the world.
“You want me to fight alone?” the boy’s eyes widened in shock, readying his weapon. “A-Alright! Alright!” he started killing away at the Einherjar, until none were left.
Except for the Aesir God himself. He had analysed thoroughly the fight, and he deemed Loki to be hilariously weak. But the girl seemed... Painfully daft. Of course, he knew it was all an act, but for an overprotective sister, as she claims to be, she did not help her brother at all. She just... Skipped around, like a little girl. Why? What was she trying to hide? He had to be very careful of her.
He got off his mount and stepped menacingly towards Atreus. He toyed around with the boy - It was so easy... But his eyes would always dart towards the foreign woman. She was humming a song, crouched to the ground and admiring... A wild flower. What the hell was this? She made no sense. No sense at all. Maybe most of the Aesir he met were just too dumb? Heimdall thought of Thor and Baldur, and he made a mental note - Yes, they were dumb as a log.
After a string of trips to the young boy, he was ready to kick him to the ground - But unexpectedly, just as his leg was in the air to push him off... He felt a hand gripping his leg, before he saw e/c eyes staring up at him. His cheeks warmed up once more realising that this weird woman had her chest flushed against his own, holding him steady with one hand gripping his floating leg by his thigh, and the other strongly around his waist. “Have you figured out what I am yet?” he has never allowed anyone to touch him before, especially in a fight - How in the Nine Realms did she manage to grapple him like that?! She was on the other end of the court, and now she was so intimately close to him? What the hell was she trying to do?
Realising that he wasn’t answering, but she could feel his heart beating unusually fast and his brain was so fried from shock that he wasn’t even reacting altogether, Y/N’s smile grew a bit bigger, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I guess not.” but before she could play around more, the crackling of thunder whipped the skies - Both of them realised what it meant. “Shame. I was enjoying your company very much.” she let go of him gently, turning to help Atreus up from the ground.
“Great...” Heimdall also growled under his breath, shaking his head to get rid of that unwelcomed blush. How dare that wench attempt something so promiscuous with him? How dare she play around with him like that? He was of noble heritage, but he wasn’t some drunk fuck who did nothing but whore around, like his unfortunate half-brother Thor. He was straight and very much valued his royal God blood with unbent convictions.
As soon as that drunk halfwit arrived on the ground, blocking him from the two intruders and telling him to knock it off, that they truly were Odin’s guests, he wanted to spat between his eyes and throw him off the wall. What a dumb fuck. And he dares call himself an Aesir God. If he could, Heimdall would gut him like a fish. He was nothing but a shame to the Aesir bloodline, and the All Father - And thankfully, he knew it very well.
His humiliation only grew more once the dumb oaf told him to look him in the eyes, convince himself with what kind of shameless brutality he was going to stop him from attacking the guests - He was so angry. “You are a sick man.” Heimdall sneered at his half-brother, who looked down at him with a weirdly calm look. Y/N looked again at the ginger haired giant of a man - He was even bigger than their dad, and far wider, evident during that day when they attacked their home. Though dad didn’t want to kill him, Thor was a worthy opponent. Maybe he wasn’t Zeus, but he wasn’t a weakling either, at least.
Startling the two new-comers, the pitched screech of crows echoed out of nowhere, and Odin appeared before them, in the same manner they arrived here. “Loki! You made it. I am so honoured. I see you’ve brought your sister with you as well, I am flattered!” the old man walked towards them.
“I apologise for the unexpected intrusion. I know you had business with Atreus alone. I am here more or less in the quality of an over-protective sister who, uh...” the girl scratched the back of her head awkwardly.
“Who tackled me to the ground, and we stumbled through the portal together.” the boy threw her a shady look, only for her to answer with a feigned innocent smile.
“Yes, pretty much!” Odin knew some little girl wouldn’t be able to thwart his plans.
“No matter, you are just as welcomed as he is!” how fakely cordial he was. “I see you’ve met Heimdall. He reads minds for me.”
“O, yes, we have met. He is a delight. Are very pretty too!” Heimdall, hearing that, growled under his breath and stomped next to the God.
“The boy is false, All-Father. And the girl blocks me from reading her mind.” he spoke, glaring at Y/N.
“This young man, WHO IS MY GUEST, is covered in mud. Care to explain?” Odin’s voice was a tad harsh and reprimanding towards the man.
Heimdall’s face became soft and submissive, and he even did a little courtesy bow in front of the All-Father. “They both mean to betray you!”
Odin immediately turned to face the boy, and with a fake gasp, he spoke. “Is that true, Loki? You a little trickster?”
Y/N started giggling, very much amused by his act. “Yes, sometimes! When he was younger especially, he used to pull all sorts of cute, little pranks on me!” the girl teased Atreus, who only shot her an offended glare.
“Hey, I’m not a child anymore!” darling, him.
“I’m just messing around, but your sister seems to have caught on to my act.” Odin waved his hand dismissively at the worried boy. “Of course he means to betray me.” he turned around to face the man, whose expression was absolutely crestfallen. “Heimdall, i’ve given neither of them any reason to trust me... Not yet. But he’s got some very big questions. And I have so many answers to give.” Thor was dismissed, and Heimdall was sent to clean up - But the all-seeing Aesir was genuinely concerned for Odin.
“But... All-Father...” he tried to whisper, but was shushed immediately by an exasperated old man.
“Heimdall -- Sja hvat... Heimdall, will you just relax?” Odin turned to Atreus and Y?N. “Were you two intending on killing me first thing?” the two shook their heads. “See? What - That’s not good enough for you? Get outta here!” Heimdall had the expression of a kicked puppy, as he crossed one arm to his shoulder and bowed his head.
“O, actually - I was wondering if Heimdall had some free time. It is the first time either of us steps in Asgard - I would like to see more beautiful sceneries... If it is not too much too ask.” Heimdall stopped abruptly on the spot, his back turned, and glad that neither of the three could see him cursing under his breath. He wanted to spend exactly no second in the presence of that annoying woman.
“But of course! You can ask him anything and he will answer just as well, or even better than I could, for any question you might have. Heimdall, when she’s done visiting, bring her to her room. I will have someone clean out one for her as well.” Odin ordered, watching the girl pat her brother on the head with a sisterly smile.
“Thank you for your kindness - And forgive me again for intruding like that. Have fun, Atreus.” with a lazy peace sign, Y/N skips by Heimdall’s side and smiles innocently.
“Wipe that smile off your face already, I know it’s fake.” it only made her hum in amusement. “Why do you want to make my entire existence a living hell? Have I already made you hate me so much and now you’re torturing me for your whole stay here?” this time, her smile disappeared, and she looked more confused than ever.
“Actually - I merely thought you looked upset, and I wanted to ask if you were alright.” she explained, making the man frown. “Forgive me if I have made you uncomfortable with our previous interactions. If touching is comfortable for you, I will not do so again. Forgive me.” her expression was much softer, and she intentionally looked in his eyes, so he would see personally that she was being genuine.
Heimdall scoffed and looked away. “Good. You finally get it.” he mumbled, crossing his arms to his chest as he walks ahead for the girl to follow. “So. Do you really want to see the landscapes, or was that just an excuse to apologise, and I get drop you off and get rid of you already?” he asked, but much to his dismay, her word was true.
“I do want to know more about your culture and history. As you said - I am not from this lands. I have moved here awhile ago - In fact, I have been here more than I have been at my own home. Even so, there is not much that I know about your culture, your history, the traditions. Mimir would tell me occasionally, but there is only so much he can say at once.” she explains, making small steps ahead.
“Oh, of course, Mimir. The ever smart one.” he grumbled, almost as if he was jealous. “Fine then. I will grace you with the knowledge of the great Aesir Gods. However!” he turned abruptly, facing her dangerously close. “You have to tell me where are you from and what you are.”
“That sounds like a fine deal.” she smiled at him as they returned to the cabin car and all the way back down on the other side of the wall.
It is here that Heimdall showed his passionate side, for once, in the small time frame since they’ve met up. He looked sincerely happy and proud, speaking about the Almighty realm of Asgard, the Aesir bloodline, and their fantastic culture. Most of all, he praised Odin a lot, but Y/N paid no mind to that - She wanted to learn as much as possible about the North in general. Who knows, maybe it will serve as an important information for the future.
Who could have thought that the bratty Heimdall could be such great company? If he didn’t play around as being so arrogant and all-knowing all the time, it might serve him well. Still, it seemed obvious that no one that she has met likes this God. The night was already beginning to creep by, so the Aesir escorted the girl back to the lodge. As they got back on the wall, however, it was pitch black, with only the stars and the moon illuminating their way, and torches from the Aesir village. But there was something else as well -
Y/N turned to get a good look at the gorgeous mountain landscape and the lake in which she had fallen - And the noticed the most breath-taking Aurora in the world. Her jaw was dropped slightly, and her eyes wide in wonder. “This is the most beautiful thing I have seen in my entire life.” she was barely able to make herself speak those words, and she didn’t even hear the blond man stepping next to her, as she was far too stunned and in awe.
“Oh, this? It’s like this every night. I guess it’s not as impressive when you see it every day, for centuries.” Heimdall played it cool.
“The colours are so vivid. And they move. The howl of the wind makes it sound like... There are animals up there.” without realising, her hand was already reaching up, as if to touch the flowing lights.
“Yeah, well, I guess you wouldn’t know. Up there are the souls of every animal that ever died. It’s not just the wind.” he might have been snappy, but seeing a complete foreigner admiring his home so whole-heartedly made him feel incredibly proud. “I wish I could be up there, with them.”
“If you have a death wish, I can just throw you off the wall.” the man scoffed, turning his back to her.
“I would not die.” she admitted plainly. “I always liked animals for than people. They are far easier to deal with. And they do not make assumptions based on silly criteria.” the girl muttered, feeling her heart almost vulnerable before the very display of natural art.
“Said the girl flirting with me the whole day.” Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Come on, stop staring, tomorrow is another night for this. I’m too tired to deal with you anymore.” he grabbed her arm and dragged her along to the cabin, and got her to her new room, pointing to the kitchen along the way.
“Thank you for having patience with me today. I know I have ruined your work day, but I deeply appreciate spending this day with you. May you have the sweetest dreams tonight, Heimdall.” the man simply gritted his teeth in annoyance and left the place - He truly needed a drink. He could not stand this woman and that overly fake facade of hers. How can she piss him off the whole day, then act so stupidly diplomatic, as if he actually had to forgive her? Stupid woman.
As Y/N was admiring her new, temporary room and putting everything in place, before her stomach growled. It wasn’t often that she felt hungry or sleepy to begin with - But the warmth of this room took its toll on her. She exited her chambers and went to look for the kitchens to get something to eat and some water. What, she did not find, but wine, she did. Not the best, but not the worst. Better than the bitter ale, at least.
All Gods and others were drinking and being cheery inside the large room - But Y/N didn’t feel comfortable, so she went to search for another room, hopefully more quiet and... Alone, rather. She would have preferred not to eat in her own room - It was bad manners, especially as she was a guest - But she would do so, if need be. Leaning on a wall, alone, and with a large draft mug in his hand.
“Huh? Are you trying to make friends now?” Heimdall snapped at the girl, who looked curious at him.
“Why are you all alone?” the man gritted his teeth, picking up on the pitying tone.
“Here to interrogate me, then? Are you, perchance - Pitying me now? Feeling bad for me, for seeking peace of mind, amongst all these cretins?” he seemed awfully defending of his choice.
“Not quite.” she spoke, placing her try on the table. “I just thought you looked - Lonely.” she admitted. “The other room is far too loud for me. You can join me at the table, if you wish. Standing up while drinking cannot be comfortable.”
The man rolled his eyes and scoffed, but ultimately, he slammed down his mug opposite of her - He still wanted to try and read her mind.
“Lonely, she says. LONELY. Gods don’t get lonely, that’s ridiculous.” he looked into her eyes, but he could see absolutely nothing. “What, you disagree?” he snarked at her, and she nodded her head.
“I get lonely sometimes.” she spoke lucidly. “Do not misunderstand me - I love my family and our new friends... But sometimes, I do wish I could... Stray away, just a tiny bit. Meet new people, socialise... And whatever it is that people our age are supposed to do. I... Am not quite sure.” she explained so casually, that Heimdall almost didn’t pick up on the implication at first.
“Wait. You mean to say - You’re a God.” she nodded. “You.” again, she nodded. “A. God.” he was flabbergast. “No. No way. I don’t believe you.”
“I am more of a God than you are.” the girl smirked and reached out her hand to drink some of the wine - Only to choke and put it back.
“Urgh. This is so bitter. Are you people against sweet drinks? Or water, in general?” with a groan, Heimdall snatched her goblet and left the room, only to later return with a whole flagon of water, which he poured for her.
“Happy now?” seeing the girl enjoy the water, he rolled his eyes with a disgusted look. “You are SO useless.”
“Why do you not believe me when I say I am a God?” she asked, drinking more water. “Thank you for going out of your way to bring me water, by the way.” she smiled at him gratefully - Oh, how he wanted to wipe that stupid smile away.
“Because you simply cannot be a God! Look at you - You’re a dumbass! You are frail, you have no remarkable powers, and you’re not smart either. There’s nothing special about you!” he insulted the girl, who mocked him by pretending to think.
“I may not be special, but somehow, you cannot read my mind. And I caught you off-guard multiple times.” it only angered the man.
“You are just doing some stupid little trick that I can’t guess yet, that’s all. Nothing witty.” he tried to reason.
“Do you want me to tell you my trick, then?” she asked, leaning her jaw in her palm.
“What - You think I’m incapable of detecting some cheap tricks?” she shrugged.
“I did not mean to offend you, Heimdall.” she said, once again, watching the man scoff and hit the back of his chair, sprawling himself over it.
“You’re as fake as it gets. At least that stupid little giant boy is more honest.” he grumbled menacingly.
“Atreus was born and raised here. I was not. For me, the way I speak, is a customary way of showing respect, especially for a stranger. Where I come from, everyone speaks this way. I suppose the rules of communication are more lax and friendly around here.” Y/N explained, sighing - It was times like this that she truly missed home.
“You are here - That means you have to act like us.” she did not reply. “Did you hear me?!”
“I will not change who I am, just to appease your unsavoury childish behaviour.” her tone changed to a more deadpan one. It was solemn, but authoritarian. It shocked the man.
“Listen here, you --” but he was cut off.
“Does it bring you joy? Being such a cunt?” the man’s jaw dropped to the floor with offense. “Forgive me - Did not expect just an obscene word, did you? I hate cursing, but you are extremely deserving of that title.” she said, with a clear sharp edge. “So - Does it bring you joy? Being so awful that nobody in Asgard can stand you? Or perhaps this was your goal all along - Alienating anyone, being the laughingstock of Asgard, being used as a tool by the one you worship - Because that is the only thing you are good for?” she stared deeply into those beautiful, glowing purple eyes of his - They looked exactly like the Aurora on the sky, she realised.
“How dare you assume such things? You have been here less than a day, and you think you know everything? Who do you think you are?” he rose from his chair, slamming his hands on the table.
“A Goddess of Olympus.” she did not raise - Instead, she straightened her back and looked straight at him. She was giving him what she needed - But he had no idea how to take it.
“Why the FUCK can’t I read your mind, damn it?!” he yelled at her. “I can see what people really are. I can read people - I can smell their lies, their deceit, their intentions. I see them lying to the world, and even themselves - And sometimes, they don’t even know they’re doing it themselves!” he stepped from behind the table right next to her - He grabbed her arm and dragged her up to his level. “So why is it that I can’t read as stupid little girl like you?”
“It is not that you cannot - You can. It is that I have not allowed you to peer into my mind.” she explained simply. “The simple fact that I allowed you to see into my mind, but showed you only silly things, meant that I can play with you at my will.” her closed-eyed smile was oh so very annoying.
“HOW?!” he shouted at her - But she looked even more devious than a fox.
“Would that not destroy the trick, then? It is far too simple, actually. I would say, if people had the wit, they could even do so themselves. Alas, most people do not... Or cannot. It requires a certain training and strength of mind. But I have just the right discipline instilled into me, to accomplish such a facile thing.” she spoke to him.
“I hate you. I hope the All-Father sees how much of a menace you are and kills you already. I would have killed you long ago, but I will respect his orders.” he pushed her back into the chair, seething between his gritted teeth.
“That is quite the pity - I was enjoying your company greatly. I suppose your style is... Old men who use you for your powers, but do not like you and would kill you at the drop of the hat should your use be removed.” the man looked at her with absolute dread. “Do you want to see into my mind, then? No tricks? I shall allow you.” and she did - And once the man had access to her mind, his expression changed, and he looked distraught. He took a step back, and then another, before he looked away in annoyance.
“So you don’t care about anything around you, as long as your family is safe. Boring. You’re even here to deceit or betray - You just don’t care at all, do you? You just... Are. That’s it. You just - Exist. Nothing more, nothing less.” the girl nodded in affirmation. “Gosh, you’re boring as hell.” she nodded once more. “Whatever. I’ve annoyed me enough. I will leave now.” the man spoke.
“Beware the one who pretends to be your friend.” she warned, but the blond man had already stormed off, probably to drink his anger away at his home, close to the wall, and far away from the Lodge and all its inhabitants.
Y/N sighed and looked down at her light meal - It would have been nicer if she still had company, but it seems that no matter where she goes, she manages to push people away from her. Was it because she has different opinions from these people? Or because they are supposedly fated enemies? Who knew. Either way, she hurried to finish her dinner, not feeling comfortable in this place filled with Aesir Gods that would attempt to kill her - Maybe - With the first chance they got.
Even so, she had to think of a way to apologise to Heimdall - Not that she thought she was wrong, per se - She never did like Odin, and thought him incredibly fake ; Moreover, he was incredibly harsh and rude to the Foresight haver, she’d even go so far to say it was unnecessarily mean even. Y/N hoped that, somehow, some day, she would be able to get through Heimdall’s shell and make him see again, for he blinded and deluded himself into thinking he is cherished by the All Father, when in fact, he is worth less than dirt, and would have been thrown off the Wall, were it not for his ability. Y/N liked him though. She was able to see the hurt in his eyes, whenever he was being undermined by Odin and even Thor. He did have a heart and the brains, but only if he would actually use them, he could see the truth before his very eyes.
The next day, however, she had no time to go to Heimdall and have a good talk, for the All Father had personally come to her to tell her of a mission, and whether she would like to join - Of course, she would have refused, were it not for both Atreus and Heimdall joining, and not only them, but Thor’s own daughter, Thrud. As far as she understood, their destination was Helheim - Not exactly the best place for a date - Alas.
She was the third to arrive down in the cellar or whatever it was that served as Odin’s study and work room, and she lazily waved at the two - Thrud was just a little bit taller than Atreus, and she seemed to be just his age. How cute! “My, little brother, I didn’t realise you moved so fast! You are becoming a ladies’ man, just like our dad!” the girl chuckled leisurely, patting the boy’s head, only for him to blush deeply and push her away.
“What the hell are you on about?!” he glared at her like a little brat, which only made his sister laugh more.
“Ah, to be young and in love~” Thrud also seemed to be taken aback by the comment, for she immediately pushed the Greek Goddess who was not expecting such a reaction, and due to her much slender built, she stumbled on her feet.
“Don’t tease us like that!” Thor’s daughter yelled at her, only to see Heimdall extending his arm casually to catch the falling Goddess.
“Ah, yes, what a privilege, having to play the baby-sitter role for a bunch of stupid children.” he sighed and rolled his oh so beautiful purple eyes.
“What a lovely surprise, Heimdall!” Y/N smiled sweetly at him, not bothering to get up from his arms.
“You knew I would join the mission.” he, too, glared at her.
“It still is lovely seeing you.” he let her fall to the ground with a painful thud. “That... Was not as lovely.”
“Alright, time to go. Before I forget - You don’t wanna walk into the blistering cold of Helheim without this.” Odin said, as soon as Y/N jumped back to her feet. “Efri-la.” he put a spell on them, which made them forever warm whilst marching through the freezing hell. “Should keep you nice and toasty. You’re welcome.”
“Huh. Mimir said even Odin couldn’t survive the cold in Helheim...” Atreus pointed out.
“You believe everything that old goat says?” Heimdall snarked at him immediately, creating an awkward silence, save were the croaking ravens surrounding them.
“Thrud, too bad your first time outside Asgard has to be to Helheim...” he spoke in an almost upset voice.
“Nah! We’re gonna make the most out of this!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm and a thirst for adventure.
“Now, as much as I would love to babysit, I have something else to do for the Alll Father. If you run into any trouble, just scream so I know where to find your bodies.” the man disappeared without a trace.
“Nobody dies on my watch, it is quite alright.” Y/N spoke in a soft voice, motioning to the boy to go ahead and start his mission.
Not once did she bother to speak up, instead opting for making her presence unremarked, and allowing the two kids to speak at their own leisure, without feeling hindered by an adult. She didn’t even bother trying to convince Thrud of Odin’s treacheries and corruption. She was far too stuck up and indoctrinated, though not much different than Heimdall himself. It was going to be a tough job trying to get through any of them, anyway.
And even when Atreus wanted to liberate the huge wolf, she was by his side, though she had no idea why it was even chained to begin with. Surely something bad was going to happen. The magic mask was glowing no more, and Thrud was very abruptly turning on Atreus. As soon as they arrived back at the meeting place, however, they saw mauling marks... In the air. As if the wolf had torn and scratched apart the realm itself. Y/N stepped in front of it and tried to touch it - It had a rough texture. How very weird. “You absolute, unqualified MORON!” Heimdall’s voice boomed out of nowhere. “You know that thing tears holes between realms, right?” that explained everything. “Well, I suppose I should expect nothing less... From half-breeds.” Atreus tried to shoot back, but was ultimately hit in the knee and made to kneel on the ground. “I will call you whatever I like, junior.” his voice was but a whisper, yet a threatening, malicious one.
“Leave him alone. It was a mistake.” Thrud tried to defend the boy.
“No! The mistake was allowing you to think that you’re ready.” It was the first time that Y/N heard the Aesir God yell - It was almost scary. She did not like it. “You helped him, didn’t you?” there was silence, as the two had an intense staring showdown. “What side are you on... Guppy?”
“Try me and find out.” there was almost an earie sense of self-confidence that gave Thor’s daughter power - But it was all a feint.
The blond man put his hands back and stepped back, laughing tauntingly at her. “And what are YOU going to do, exactly?” he asked, easily stepping away from a jump kick from the young girl. “You see - Everyone takes it easy on you because they are afraid of your father. I am not. That fat, drunken utter piece of trash!” every comment on her father provoked the daughter even more - She rushed with a sloppy barrage of left and right hooks to his head, but they were far too easily dodged, and she was ultimately pushed away.
“HEY!” Atreus jumped in front of the girl, only to be pushed aside. “AGAIN!” Thrud challenged the Foresight God.
“Yes, yes. The dumb does not fall far from the tree.” he did a mock courtesy before her. “Very well, then. Give me your best shot.” Thrud charged headfirst, trying to land a punch, but was side-stepped and tripped to the ground. “You have a LOT to learn, little girl. Starting with - Who your family is... And who it is not.” he crouched before her laying form, and she sneered up at him.
“Just wait until I’m a Valkyrie.” she was seething with anger at being so disrespectfully easily defeated.
“Ha! Haha...! Oh. You really believe the All Father would allow that to happen?” the man sighed, putting his hands together. “Please, do not let this little weasel feed you delusions any longer.” Y/N had no idea why she wouldn’t be allowed to become a Valkyrie - Didn’t the Norse value them, and considered them some of the strongest fighters? Or was it because Thrud was far too young and inexperienced?
“Y/N, DO SOMETHING!” Atreus called out to his sister, who watched Thrud shriek loudly “ENOUGH!” and become self-afflicted with little rays of thunder around her, mirroring her father. Y/N sighed, and before Thrud could get close to Heimdall, Y/N got between them and with her powers, slapped away both Thrud and Atreus into the wall harshly. “I meant against that jerk, not us! Whose side are you on?!” her brother growled at her.
“For how long are you two going to behave like petulant children?” she asked, sighing and shaking her head. “You are pathetic.”
Heimdall stepped in front of her, looking down at her with a doubtful expression. “I do not need your protection - And if you think you can feign your allegiance --”
“I am not. And I was not protecting you - You are perfectly capable of doing that yourself.” her answer was edged and curt, and she seemed unlike her jovial self from before. “I have told you before - You speak the truth, yet you add your own sense of cruelty to your words. This encounter should serve as a lesson for these two. Alas, they just fail to understand that even provoking is a sense of training. Discipline allows you to see past that, and focus transforms your rage into strength.” she explained sternly. Heimdall huffed to himself, stepping away from her.
“If you’re acting so smart, why didn’t you stop them from creating such a mess?” he asked, leaning back on a pillar.
“Simply because I had no idea what that wolf represented.” she shrugged. “Men must live with the consequences of their own actions. It was the three of us that liberated the wolf, thus, it falls to us to either shackle it once more, or destroy it, before it destroys us. It is that simple.”
“Oh, great. It’s like I’m having father with me again. I asked for my sister, not my father!” Atreus whined, giving Y/N the stink eye.
“If I were to give in to every provoking sent my way, I would have either been long dead, or left the Earth with no more population. Remember, however, that if you choose to answer with violence, you must asses the situation and know that you are capable of defeating your opponent. In your case, neither of you can win against Heimdall, so, if he wanted to, he could have easily killed you long ago. Lucky you.” it was clear that neither of the younger ones was liking her statement - In fact, her brother especially was very bothered by it.
“You and father are the same. Don’t bother preaching to me that you’re not the favourite child, or that you both love me, when you scold me like this.” the boy huffed in annoyance, getting back to his feet. “What - Nothing more to say now?”
“I have nothing more to say to you.” Y/N closed her eyes, crossing her arms to her chest.
“To think that mommy dearest would scold her little ducklings, how amusing. You toddlers are so... Boring. Now then, if you are finished throwing your little tantrum, we should go, because I cannot wait to watch you explain this mess to the All Father. Oh, it’s going to be glorious!” Heimdall called for the raven to teleport them back to Odin’s study - But he wasn’t there. They went up to Odin’s study in the lodge, listening to more of Heimdall’s scrutiny. “Loki of the Jotnar. I am haunted by your incompetence. It keeps me up at night. Np, seriously! I-I-I find the hues and shades of your shortcomings almost moving.” the Aesir was almost shaking with laughter. “If we could only somehow harness your uselessness, we could fuel this entire city!” Y/N wanted to laugh so dearly, remembering how funny Hermes’s shady comments were. She missed Hermes.
When they got to the All Father, he sent Atreus to his room, whilst Heimdall remained to speak of his own mission with his master. Seeing that she had nothing more to do here, she went out to sit by the Wall, dangling her feet and looking up at the sky, and the clouds passing by.
Time passed by, and she was all alone, save for the crickets playing their tune, and the breeze going through her long locks. It was a peaceful atmosphere, and watching the lapse between hours and the sky’s colours changing so radically was bringing her perfect harmony. Watching the sky from the very top of Mount Olympus was gorgeous, but adding the Northern Lights and the twinkling silver stars only made things even more special.
“Mommy dearest is all alone, surrounded by enemies. She has no idea her little duckling had abandoned her.” the mocking voice of Heimdall disturbed the peace, making Y/N lean her head back to look at him.
“I must have really upset him earlier. I try to understand him - Both myself and father - But he is different from what we were as children. Our education was tough growing up, and discipline was instilled into us since birth. Everything was lax for him. It is not easy. It is too bad that he does not want to understand our differences.” she shrugged simply, shifting her gaze back to the sky.
“Then leave. Go back home. Nobody asked you to cross the whole realm like a martyr.” he hopped down next to her - Though he was mocking, he wasn’t as aggressive as before.
“I asked to leave.” she admitted in a whispery voice. “My mother died in childbirth. I... Never thought that Gods could die of something like this. I was still a child. Father was not home. My mother went into labour, but she was suffering from fetal dystocia. I tried to get the baby out, but it did not work. I had to kill her. Carve her belly open and extract that... Thing.” she spoke in a bitter voice. “I was holding that thing in my arms, and I tried to use my powers to heal her. The wound did heal, but she would not answer. I raised my head to see her, to tell her she can hold her baby. But she still did not answer. The baby wasn’t screaming either. I think it was stillborn. I do not know to this day. I had ripped it apart in my anger. When father came home, he saw me brushing her hair. I told him I will not spend another day in Greece. We went to Egypt, and then, the Gods guided us up here, North. Dad married, had Atreus, his wife died... Again. And that silly little boy cannot accept that there are far worse things in life than a life lesson or a scolding. Maybe he will - Someday - But until then...” she let her voice trail on into the night.
“You did not tell this story to anyone before. Why me? I’m not your friend.” he snapped his head to her, scanning her.
“But I do like you.” she spoke so casually, that even Heimdall could see the truth in her intent.
“You are being ridiculous.” he watched her shrug. “I mean it.”
“So?” he raised his eyebrow at her. “You cannot change how I feel.”
“You are wasting your time.” she said nothing. “Gosh, you are annoying. Your brother is much more fun with how easily he gets triggered.”
“I have too many centuries behind me to get irked by silly things like that. Back in Greece, I was very close to my mother’s best friend. His name is Hermes. He is a lot like you. Fast, witty, smart... Has the funniest and snarkiest comments about everyone.” the man watched her shoot him a playful smile.
“So I’m the Aesir replacement of your long lost drunk uncle. Great. What a privilege.” he did not expect to hear a soft chuckle from her. “If you are trying to compliment me, you are failing miserably, just so you know.”
“Forgive me. I just find you presence to be very endearing. And you are also very pretty. It adds to your charm.” he scoffed and looked away. “And your blush is even prettier on your pale skin.”
Heimdall’s arms caged the girl, slamming his palms on either side of her and getting close to her face, a frown painted. “Will you stop this stupid act already?!”
“You know it is not an act by the way you look at me.” the endearing smile did not disappear even once. “As far as I remember, it was you who did not want to be touched - Yet here you are, invading my privacy. Do you wish for a little kiss?” his eyes widened in surprise, especially as he could read the truth in her eyes. He tried to shift back to his seat on the wall, but in his flurry, he slipped and fell onto the girl, who was giggling like a little girl. “If you wanted a hug, you should have just asked. I, also, have not had one in a few centuries.” her hand reached to pat his head. She could feel the way his heart was beating to fast against his chest.
“You are SO insufferable!” his tone raised as he got rose to his forearms, looking down at the serene looking girl. “Can’t you just wipe that annoying smile off your face for once?!”
Instead, she rose just slightly and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Lighten up, pretty boy.” he stared at her, speechless, for a few moments, before he ran away, leaving Y/N to stare up at the starry sky, her amused smile never once leaving her face. For a man who loves to trash talk people, he sure was easy to fluster.
Still, being in that great lodge, surrounded by enemies, sure was the closest thing to frightening that she’s had to feel in a while. Somehow, though, she managed to fall asleep - At least for that night. The next day, however, people in the village seemed to be preparing for something akin to a festivity, long tables everywhere, lots of food, and even more drinks - In fact, so much ale that Y/N suspected the Aesir had an ale river. She had no idea, nor did she care about the event, but as soon as evening struck, everyone was outside, gathered around the huge bonfire. Some were singing, some were dancing, many were eating and everyone was drinking.
Y/N, too, went outside with a goblet of sweet wine, but even sitting on a log away from the festivity earned glares from the Aesir - Sif and Thrud especially - So she went even farther away, into the forest, at the bottom of a tree, watching the merriment of everyone. It was almost... Endearing. Everyone seemed genuinely happy, though drunk as all hell. Y/N sighed, thinking back at the grand banquets in Olympus, and at how drunk Dionysus was, trying to balance his cup on his manhood, or the many mischievous pranks she would pull with Hermes. She loved dancing... But she did not know dances of the North, nor any song. “You pitiful thing, all alone, rejected by everyone around.”
Heimdall sat down next to her, glaring at the people in front of him as he drunk ale from his large draft mug. He had brought a whole carafe of sweet wine for the girl also. “Sif made it clear I am not welcomed. I know my place, I do not want to dampen the mood and ruin the fun for everyone.” she clinked her goblet to his mug. “Cheers.”
“Sif is a stuck up stick in the mud. Nobody likes her, and she likes nobody.” the man scoffed, getting more comfortable, leaning on the tree. “Why are you here anyway? It’s an Aesir festivity.”
“I have not gone to such an event in a very long time. I had hoped that I would remember the times of Greek festivities. In my country, hospitality is everything. The host always goes out of his way to make the guest comfortable and welcomed.” she spoke, leaning her head down. “I suppose I have overstepped my welcome here. Had I known, I would have left with Atreus.”
“Who cares about these guys? They are all a bunch of idiots. They need to get shit-faced drunk all the time to even stand one next to the other. They’re all a bunch of fake dumbasses. Why do you think I never bother with any of them?” he scoffed once again.
“Do you never get lonely? Watching people being happy and having friends - Without you?” the girl asked. “I used to sing and dance with everybody. But I do not know the dances, the songs, nor the people.”
“Ahh, you are your out-dated beliefs. How utterly ridiculous.” they stood quiet for a while, expecting for Y/N to retort - But nothing. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re seriously wanting to join them!” once again, she was silent. “Oh, for Asgard’s sake - You piss me off.” with a groan, Heimdall rose to his feet, putting his mug down on the grass. He extended his hand to the girl, though he looked away. “What are you waiting for? Get up already.”
Confused as she was, Y/N, too, placed down her goblet and gingerly placed her hand over his, being helped up. He guided her a little farther away into the forest, and then stopped. He stood in front of her and looked down at her, still for a few seconds. Now that he allowed himself a few moments of respiro, he was able to admire the woman before him properly. He couldn’t believe himself, thinking that an enemy was so beautiful - Luscious pink lips and her velvety long hair, her sun-kissed skin, and those sparkling gemstone eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Keep quiet and follow my lead.” he reached out to hold her other hand as well - It was so delicate and soft, unlike the skin of most of the women here, who were harshened by fighting. “You’re being stiff as a fence. Relax already. I thought you said you were a great dancer.”
“Not such kinds of dances.” the girl’s crystalline hum of amusement sounded like a lullaby to his ears. “You are very good at dancing, Heimdall.”
“Of course I am. I am a noble Aesir God.” he huffed, his face reddening lightly. “At least you’re getting better.”
“I have a great teacher.” she smiled so sweetly at him - Nobody ever was this nice to him before, and he hated to admit, but every time he looked into her eyes, he could see she was being genuine. There was also the case of her faking it, of which he was terrified, but somehow, for some reason, a part of him wanted to believe that she was sincere.
“It goes without saying.” even now, he was being patronisingly condescending, yet his heart was feeling... At ease. Light, even.
Then, they spoke no more. With every move, they would not shift their gaze away from each other’s eyes. With every twirl, their fingers remained intertwined. And each time, their bodies would get closer and closer, until they were flushed together. The faint sound of music guided them, but Heimdall’s humming was all that Y/N was paying attention to - His voice soothingly low and caressing of one’s soul. It was cold outside, yet they felt none of the harshness of the wind, for the dance of two heart was keeping them as warm as the blazing hearth.
Time had passed at an uncertain pace, but it did not matter. Both Heimdall and Y/N had formed a bond they had never experienced before, nor expected. The most unlikely of persons were joining together, despite how different their beliefs and thoughts are, and at least for the night, they were now just two normal people, all alone and content with the other’s presence.
The night had ended and dawn had arrived, and only when the first ray of the warm morning Sun caressed their skins, did they stop dancing together, and returned to their own rooms to rest. Though the Aesir had other duties, guarding the Wall, Y/N was able to catch some well deserved sleep. Afternoon went by like a breeze in Spring, and night formed again - Yet the night, she was denied, for Thor had torn her door from its hinges, his hammer at the ready and sparkling with his thunder power, threatening her for sleeping in the old room of one of his deceased sons. Were it not for her speed, she might as well have been bludgeoned to death by that hammer of his, but she was able to make her lucky escape, to Heimdall’s own cabin. It was the dead of night when she knocked on his door.
Once he answered the door, Y/N had a good look at him - Hair down, and dressed only in a long tunic of perfect quality, yet he did not seem to have been sleeping. “What. The hell. Are you doing here.” he asked, in disbelief. “What, did you have a nightmare and couldn’t go to daddy for comfort?”
“In a way, yes.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and his mouth was slightly agape. “If you count Thor wanting to kill me, a nightmare, then yes, I did have a night terror, and quite the frightening one. I admit, I would rather not awaken to the sound of the door being pried open like that.” she chuckled, a bit uneasy, only to see the man getting off the door frame and gesturing her to get inside.
“What the hell has gotten into that half-wit?” Heimdall sneered. “Has he forgotten the All Father had forbidden all from harming you and that brother of yours?”
“I think he was drunk. He seemed to be slurring and mumbling about his dead son.” she explained, sitting on the table.
“Ah, yes, those useless brain dead idiots, Magni and Modi. They were a waste of space anyway. Leave it to Thor to lose it after every ale draft, just because Sif talks his ear off. If it weren’t for her, he’d just plague the tavern all day and night long.” the man rolled his eyes, before taking a look at her. “And you’re in the same clothes as yesterday.”
“Not the most comfortable to sleep in, but the best I had.” blinking, the Foresight haver groaned, going to his wardrobe and throwing one of his pristine tunics at her head.
“Go change already.” she was wearing a bashful grin on her face, skipping to his own bedroom to change into the tunic. When she returned, she had done a little twirl - Heimdall couldn’t stare away from her.
“It reminds me of the tunics from my own home. It is so comfortable and beautiful. Thank you, Heimdall.” why did his clothes look so well on her? And why did her bare legs look so beautiful?
“Whatever. I’m going to read. Go sleep already.” he huffed, grabbing his book before getting into the armchair next to the fireplace.
“Will you not join me tonight? It is quite late.” she spoke, plopping on the bed. “Besides, it is rude manners to hog one’s bed.”
“You see - Unlike most of these disgusting half-wits, I do not go around, sleeping with women I am not married to. I have my own self-respect, you know?” the man huffed, hiding his face behind the book.
“Well, perhaps one day.” she hummed with amusement, before getting in bed and covering herself with the warm blanket. “Sweet dreams, Heimdall.”
But the man did not answer, nor did he dream. Instead, he made the mistake of allowing his mind to wander off far too much, once again, without meaning to. He wanted to see the girl before him, wearing a beautiful, rich dress, and on her head, a golden circlet, which he would remove, and in its place, a bridal crown of flowers, wood, and so many crystals and ornaments, to highlight her long and beautiful hair even more.. They would exchange swords and rings, and at the end, they would dance, and sing, and play games, and...
No, that didn’t sound quite right. He couldn’t care less for these people, he didn’t want to bother with all these poor excuses who called themselves Aesir Gods. He hated them all, and they all hated him in turn. Why should they experience the beauty of this woman in all her glory? They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t be happy for him. They were all pathetic. They didn’t deserve him.
Heimdall let down his book and his eyes gazed upon the resting form of the girl that was in his bed. She was already fast asleep. What the hell was in Thor’s head, threatening her and scaring her like that? Oh, wait, that’s right. Nothing. His head is as empty as a hollow barrel. Fantastic. And to think they are half-brothers. Remarkable how one could turn so tragic, while another so perfect.
Without realising, he was tempted into resting as well. He would only be lying down on the bed, nothing more. And so he did. On his side of the bed, he rested his head on the pillow and shut his eyes, relaxing to the crackling of the firewood burning. He turned his head to the side, and watched the Greek Goddess cuddling that pillow to dear life, sleeping so peacefully. How silly.
But then, she started to shift, and she was now facing him - And not only that, instead of the pillow, she was now clinging dearly to his own body. “Hey - What are you doing?! Get off already! You are being improper --” he whisper-yelled at the girl, trying to pry her off, but her strength was remarkable, even in her sleep. With a curse, Heimdall relaxed himself in that embrace, watching as Y/N nuzzled her face to his neck like a little kitten. Her breath was warm on his skin, and her embrace was tight around his body. He... Actually felt... So good. It felt like a blissful dream. He had never slept with anyone in his bed before, not like this. Sure, he might have had his way with some women, at some point, but not in his bed, and he did not stay the night with them. They weren’t worthy of his presence like that.
But he now felt so... Calm. So... At peace. He did not even realise he was playing around and caressing her beautiful hair, sprawled everywhere on the bed. Sighing, he resigned himself. He kissed the top of her head and cursed himself. What had he become? A pray to a woman’s sweet words and beautiful face. In the face of aversion, however, how would he react? And, most of all, would he fall to her convincing words and sad puppy eyes, or will he continue fighting for Odin, blind and deaf, as always?
Heimdall couldn’t sleep the whole night - Or, rather said, he did not want to sleep. He wanted to stay awake throughout the night, and enjoy the girl’s presence as much as possible. There probably won’t be any more opportunities like this one coming round. The war was brewing and bubbling up, soon to spill over. It was only his horn that kept Ragnarok at bay. For how long? No one knew.
The only thing he knew was that he did not want to let go of the woman in his arms. He looked down at her so fondly and caressed her beautiful face. So soft. So darling. And always smiling so sweetly for him. Why was she trying so hard to appeal to him? To make him talk to her? Why did she like him so much? He was a mere stranger to her - In fact, he was her enemy, and he threatened her family so often. Why did she like him so much? Was she seeing something that not even he could see?
But through the window of his chambers, morning had started bothering him - Why did the light have to come so soon? He was very content the way he was, was it necessary for him to be disturbed? “And I was sleeping so well.” even her sleepy, hoarse voice was lovely.
“Sleep some more, then.” he muttered, watching her smile.
“Sounds good to me.” she got even more comfortable, snuggling into his side. What has he become?
But that day was not to remain forever calm, for Atreus had returned, and Odin was having him go on a mission to who knew where. She couldn’t let him go by himself, clearly, so she had to join. Odin did not allow Heimdall to join - Not that Atreus would have wanted to, anyway. He hated that man with all his might. But they had another friend joining - Thor - The man who threatened Y/N previously. It was not going to be a great day.
He was drunk again this day, just after a huge brawl where he destroyed the tavern - Fantastic, might as well get them both killed, then. Still, they had arrived safely at the Eternal Chasm where they were to find the last piece of the magic mask. Niflheim was as frozen as always and somber. And through all this fighting, she surely did not enjoy watching Thor vomit because of his drunken state, nor his previous threatening. He seemed fine - But for how long, she did not know. She will keep herself alert through it all.
Up on a high cliff, Atreus was able to merge the last piece of the mask, though he almost fell, Thor and Y/N held onto him so that he would not perish. In that exact moment, Odin teleported himself before them, praising the boy for his success. But that was not enough. Sif, followed by two valkyries, came by unannounced, threatening Kratos’s two children - They had wanted death, for the crimes committed against the Norse Gods. Odin was livid - At least they wouldn’t die for now. The All Father and Sif were quarreling more and more, but the woman went to her husband and spoke to him - Enough to convince him of rising his weapon and going to attack Atreus and Y/N.
“Any idea?” Y/N grabbed Atreus and pulled him behind her.
“Just one. Hang on tight!” at the moment, her brother pulled her backwards, and they fell into what felt like a loop, and landed harshly onto the ground.
“Lucky escape.” the girl gasped loudly.
“Damn, Sindri - You sure know how to plan an exit.” the boy almost started laughing from how close to death they were.
“Atreus! Y/N!” as soon as Y/N heard her father’s voice, she shot up and jumped on him.
“DADDY!” she cried out. “I missed you so much!”
“I am glad you are safe, my child.” he only called her that way when they shared a tender moment, and she felt like a little child once again, in their home in old Sparta.
“How come you’re here?” Atreus asked, getting up as well.
“Sindri told us where you would arrive, should you find trouble.” he explained.
“O, daddy, I was really worried about all of you as well.” the girl held onto his hand.
“You seem troubled, child. Had anything happened in Asgard?” the girl only smiled wryly.
“Daddy... I have done something horrible, and I have no idea how to fix it.” she explained, embracing her father.
“Everything can be fixed. If we work together.” though he patted her head, she gave him a negative answer.
“No, daddy. This, I have to do alone. It is something that only I can do. O, if only mummy was here, she would know what to do.” she sighed, walking towards the door gate towards their dwarven home.
“Wait - Little sister, have you fallen in love?” as soon as Mimir gasped, Atreus gagged loudly.
“Urgh, don’t tell me it’s that jerk Heimdall!” he blamed her.
“Heimdall?! No way, little brother - There is NO way any person normal in the head would like that asshole!” Mimir tried to defend to girl - But she shook her head.
“The heart works in mysterious ways, Mimir. Not Aphrodite, or Eros, or even Anteros themselves know truly the way it works. I just hope I can get him on our side. If only he would realise that Odin is just using him as a tool.” Y/N sighed, raking her fingers through her hair.
“Little lass, are you mind possessed or something?” Mimir seemed in complete disbelief.
“No, brother. I am just a fool. But worry not, for I have my priorities straight. I have killed one person I love. One more will not stop me.” Kratos did not like hearing such words coming from his daughter. Not only was she taking the blame for her mother’s death, but she was also driven deep into her Spartan general teachings, just like he was, long ago.
“I trust you to make the right decisions, Y/N.” the father opened the door for them to enter inside the dwarven home.
Everyone was around the table, and were discussing the matter of the mask and Ragnarok... But something was dubious, at least. Since when was Tyr so pro-active, and why was he sitting at the top of the table, and making up plans for everyone. It was... Odd.
Kratos made a speech about the price people have to pay when it comes to seeking easy ways to find answers and knowledge. Tyr kept saying they needed to find a way into Asgard, saying that he will get everyone there safe... With a spear. He also called Atreus Loki.
In that second, Y/N created a spear and threw it at Tyr’s chest - He caught it in his hand though. This only made the girl continue fighting the man. “Odin, show yourself! I know it is you!” Y/N roared at him.
“Y/N, please, stop this. We shouldn’t fighting among ourselves.” the fake Tyr kept trying to speak, but was easily overwhelmed by the girl’s prowess.
“I will kill you!” she yelled. “NOBODY calls Atreus - LOKI! Only you! Tyr never used a spear, Odin did! And most of all - You do NOT have a way into Asgard, you just want to steal the mask and kill us all! To think you would make a mockery of the God of War - Shame on you, filthy coward! Shame on you!” Atreus had never heard his sister screaming so sternly - It resembled the way father spoke. Was that what she meant by having a different upbringing back in their own country? “I know your secret, Odin. And I know that you killed half a hundred children, to create the ravens that serve as your spies. You are despicable. You are disgusting. You have NO right impersonating Tyr, you filth!”
“DO YOU NEVER SHUT UP?!” Tyr’s voice was now Odin’s, and despite all her training, Odin teleported behind her and stabbed her in the back, before getting her in a choke hold. “Tell your father to throw me the mask, or I kill you.”
“I’m a Goddess, you absolute half-wit. Your silly little metal cannot kill me.” she gritted her teeth, feeling the knife twisting between the back of her ribs.
“How many lies have you fed Heimdall? I know you went to him only to have him allied to you. But do you think my most loyal ally will be swayed by some pretty face? You are wrong. That idiot would die for me if I tell him to. He may be smart, but he does not think. You cannot have him, wench.” Odin spat at her. “The mask now, if you will.”
“Never!” Y/N yelled at him.
“I regret many things, but killing you won’t be one of them! Release my daughter at once!” Kratos growled at the man.
“I am in control here!” Odin began choking her more
“No, you are NOT!” with a war cry, Y/N had activated her Spartan Rage and blasted Odin into the opposite wall, shooting beams of life energy, along with plant vines that grew from the ground, attempting to spear the enemy - But he had long since teleported. “Is the Mask safe?!” she asked, rubbing her back. “That knife actually hurt. Huh.”
“Come here, reckless child. Odin might have used poison or curses on the blade.” Freya ran behind the girl and started using her magic on her wound.
“The mask is safe... Thank goodness.” Atreus sighed, keeping the mask in his grasp.
“You got reckless, Y/N.” Kratos grumbled under his breath.
“I have two things that I must do, but I have to know what your plans are. I have been away for far too long, I am out of lapse with your plans.” Y/N stretched a bit. “Mimir, you once told us that Odin can shapeshift into another person and be in two places at once, but that person has to be alive. Tyr is alive, and I know where he is. I just need to find the Ravenkeeper and release the souls of the children that Odin trapped. The prison is somewhere around here.” Y/N explained her plan.
“So my stories are finally helping! Good!” Mimir cheered happily.
“Secondly... We know Ragnarok is brought by Gjallarhorn being blown. Heimdall still has it. I need to lure him somehow and have a talk to him. If all else fails, I will steal the horn from him and bring it home.” she continued her plan.
“We have to save Yngvi and bring him home. He is the only who can unite the elves from Alfheim and have them fight for us.” Freya spoke.
“Sounds good to me. I will go rescue Tyr and go to Vanaheim when I’m done. How does that sound?” Y/N asked, getting in her stoic general mode.
“It is far too dangerous to go on your own.” Kratos spoke.
“No. It is safer that way. Anyone else would slow me down. You know I work better alone. If anything else goes down, I can just run away. Uncle Hermes had given me the best gift, and I know how to use it.” Y/n winked at the grumbling man.
“Little sister, the Ravenkeeper is a terrible foe. Are you sure you will be alright?” Mimir was worried, just as everyone else.
“I want Odin dead as much as everyone.” she spoke. “Oh, and... If we encounter Heimdall... I will speak to him alone. Understood?” though some were confused, they had agreed. “Wonderful! I’m off. Bye.” with a lazy sign off, Y/N disappeared before they could even blink.
“Then let us go to Vanaheim and rescue Freyr. We need a plan.” Atreus stepped in, and the group set off for the realm soon after.
Through a valiant fight, Y/N was able to defeat the Ravenkeeper once she finished tracking down the last two raven spies remaining, and thus, she was able to liberate the children’s souls and even have them work as spies for her party. This allowed her to find the hidden prison where Tyr and some other were kept, and she released them. Now, they were all on their side, wanting revenge on Odin. Though worried of Ragnarok, the inevitable was going to happen.
Y/N sent everyone back at the dwarves’ house, between realms, leaving them to explain plans and what not, while she went in search of the party in Freya’s sacred realm. It didn’t take long to navigate through it, following the obvious tracks of destruction that the retinue left on their way to saving Freyr. By the time she arrived at what looked like an old court, she noticed Kratos and Mimir fighting Heimdall. “ENOUGH!” Y/N yelled, getting in between the fight and pushing them away.
“Ah, yes, Princess Peaceful has arrived. Here to give me more anti-Odin propaganda?” Heimdall laughed.
“Y/N, you cannot fight him alone! He is untouchable without this weapon.” but Kratos received a simple signal to shut up and mind his business.
“I do not mean to fight you, Heimdall. I just wanted to ask if you knew how Odin created his raven spies.” the girl asked, standing a few steps away, her hands behind her back.
“Huh? What the hell kind of question is that?” he had a weird look on his face.
“Mummy and daddy/ Tied the noose tight / To send us to Odin / To bask in his light.” Y/N recited the poem she had heard from the ravens.
“Wh-What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Heimdall seemed pretty freaked out.
“We tried to escape / We clawed, we screeched / But nothing escapes / The Keeper’s reach.” she continued. “Odin forced families to hang their children and send their souls to Odin, to serve as spies. They had to watch their children struggle as they slowly suffocated and clawed away at the rope and their own throats, but with no avail.” Y/N explained.
“Well, so what? That has nothing to do with the war. So what if... Children were killed?” though he had his loyalties set, he wasn’t happy about the knowledge of dead children either.
“Odin tried to kill me today. Do you know what he told me? Actually - How about you look into my eyes and see for yourself? Or, should I show you a projection of the happenings of today?” she asked, extending her hand and showing what happened at the two’s house. Especially the part when Odin slanders the man before her.
“Stop trying to pit me against the All Father! Don’t think that just because I let you sleep in my bed, I would drop Odin’s cause!” Heimdall sneered at the girl.
“Odin dropped anyone who lost their need. Do you think he would have kept you around, were it not for your Foresight?” the girl asked. “Remember how he treated you when I and Atreus first arrived in Asgard? He yelled and scolded you. Said you don’t think... Though, I am inclined to agree. You are a smart man, and very witty, yet if you actually thought it over, you would have realised that Odin does not treasure and cherish you as you deserve.” Y/N sighed, but with each step she took towards him, Heimdall took a step back. “Please, my dear, do not run away from me. I do not wish to inflict any harm on you. I wish us not to have to fight.”
“Well, I do not care what you wish!” Heimdall yelled at her - Only to blink and find himself being hugged tightly from behind. “What do you think you are doing?! Y/N, let go of me at once!”
“I am not holding you prisoner against your will. You can walk away at all times. But I want you to know that what I am feeling for you is genuine. Whether you want to accept or not, it is your choice.” she spoke. “You are loyal to Odin, not to his convictions, yet you fail to see that if Odin wins this war, only he will benefit, everyone else will suffer. All the realms, and even many Aesir. I know you do not care for the well-being of others - They do not care for you either - But do you truly want to see nine realms bowing to one man’s power-hunger?” the girl asked, her hands gripping onto him tighter.
“Enough of this, Y/N! I have not come here to chat, I have come here to kill you. Now, if you would be a dear, step aside so I can get on with the killing.” though he tried to pry away her hands from him, he was unable to. “Y/N. Last warning. Step aside. Now.” his voice was more threatening now.
“Will fighting me make you feel better? Will it make you see the truth in my words? Will it help you think for yourself?” the girl asked, keeping her grip on him.
“No, it will not. I do not believe a word that you say, and since the very beginning, I was convinced that you are trying to drive a rift between my loyalty and the All Father.” he groaned, feeling Y/N step away from him, and getting in front. “So you want to be the first who dies today? Fine. I have had enough patience with you. I let you fool around around already.” Kratos remembers the speed with which Hermes once taunted him, and saw how both Heimdall and his daughter were dancing around, tripping and threatening each other, stealing hits and kicks here and there. Mimir, also, was shocked that someone was actually able to outwit the God of Foresight, who was known to be untouchable.
“I allowed you to see into my eyes, to read my mind - Even now, you cannot see the trick. Even now, you cannot see, that I have never lied to you. That I am being genuine. I know it is not easy, going against everything you have ever stood for - But please, see reason. I want only what is the best for you. Truthfully.” she spoke, continuing to trip and side-step him, but not even once trying to hit him.
“Stop going easy on me! You think you’re such a great warrior, just because you know how to block me? How stupid of you! Fight me properly!” he yelled at her, only to see her stop dead in her tracks.
“I will not.” she spoke defiantly, angering him enough to stomp her way, towering over her menacingly.
“FIGHT ME NOW, WOMAN!” he roared at her, anger in his voice for the first time addressed to her.
“I WILL NOT FIGHT YOU!” she spoke loud and stern, looking deep into those beautiful, shining purple eyes of his.
“WHY?! DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SUPERIOR TO ME?! DO YOU THINK I’M SUCH AN EASY KILL?!” he did not expect that, instead of an answer, the girl would take him by surprise, cupping his face and bringing him into a longing kiss.
“Because I do not wish to fight the man I love.” her answer left him flabbergast, and if his head was once filled with tons of thoughts, now, it was empty. “Heimdall, I mean it. I do not want to fight you. I do not wish to harm you. I never did. From the moment I first laid my eyes on you, I wanted to get to know you better, to understand you. You are a beautiful man, though severely misunderstood. Please, believe me. You are very dear to me.” the girl leaned in, to whisper into his ear. “I fell in love with you, Heimdall.”
Heimdall was frozen in place, and unable to think or move. How was he supposed to react to such a bold declaration? How was he supposed to process such a thing? To speak, or even reply? “GAHHHHHH!” he pushed himself from her embrace, and held his head into his hands. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me? You are ruining EVERYTHING! You think you’re oh, so smart! That you know me so well! That you can understand me! But all you’re trying to do is alienate me! Damn it, and damn you, Y/N!” though he glared at her, one look into her upset, beautiful eyes made him roar even more. In a fit of rage, he took the horn from his hip and threw it to the ground. “HERE! THERE YOU HAVE IT! GO AHEAD AND CALL FOR RAGNAROK! ISN’T THAT ALL YOU EVER WANTED FROM ME ANYWAY?!”
“No. I wanted you - And I wanted you safe, most of all. Please, believe me.” Heimdall turned his back at her, walking away. “When Ragnarok comes, I hope you will stay safe. I want to find you alive when it is over.”
The Aesir growled under his breath as he disappeared from sight. The fact that he did not read a single lie from her speech made him feel even more conflicted than before. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just abandon Odin, could he? But he also did not want Y/N to die. To hell with everybody else, especially Loki of the Jotnar - Oh, how done with everything he was.
Once he returned, however, he could not believe how he was ostracized by the All Father. He accused him of siding with the enemy, and aiding them, with giving them the Gjallarhorn. In his rage, the All Father banished Heimdall away from his own beautiful home in Asgard. How dare he? After everything he has done - All his life of servitude, only for him - Now, he is banished?
Heimdall had never felt more confused and betrayed in his long life. Where was he supposed to go now? The war was going to start. He wasn’t going to hide away in fear - He is a warrior, and will act that way. If Odin does not want him, then Y/N will take him. Right?
Once he heard the sound of Ragnarok being called, he knew where he had to go. He knew where he was needed. Heimdall had arrived just when the time called for action, to catch Y/N after she had been hit away by Thor’s hammer. The man held her up in his arms bridal style, smirking cockily down at her. “What a damsel in distress you have become, Y/N. I almost couldn’t recognise you.” the man laughed at her.
“You are safe...! I am so happy to see you well!” the relief and glee on her face as she threw her arms around his neck made it worth while. Heimdall now realised that all the centuries of indoctrination meant nothing compared to one person’s genuine feelings.
“Yes, sweet cheeks, I am safe and very fine. You know very well there is no one who can touch me. Now, how about we get that half-breed brother of mine the treatment he deserves before we beat Odin to death and give him the Blood Eagle treatment - And before he dies, we strangle him, just like he did with those kids?” that wicked grin of his only made the girl bring him in another kiss.
“I love the sound of that!”
With Odin killing Thor and the party killing Odin, Tyr and Atreus’s Jotnar friend Angrboda were able to save everyone and teleport them to safety. Since then, with peace throughout the nine realms, Freya was able to save and govern Vanaheim, while Freyr was to keep the peace up in Alfheim. Brok, Sindri and Lunda helped Durlin with rebuilding Svartalfheim, Thrud and Sif were helping around Asgard, Skjoldr was the spokesperson in Midgard and Atreus and Angrboda went to travel the realms whilst Tyr went to find his peace.
Kratos rebuilt his old home and would often roast food outside by the fire, Mimir on the log next to him, watching his daughter laughing and singing merrily, dressed in her old Greek dress, dancing with the once insufferable God of Foresight, who was twirling her around, and planting kisses all over her face, almost as if to tick her father off on purpose.
“How the hell did a jerk like him get a fine lass like her to fall for him?! Brother, I cannot understand!” Mimir would groan, watching with annoyance at the two were dancing so perfectly in sync, and their voices were harmonizing so well.
“I do not know, but I do not like it.” Kratos grumbled under his breath. “Her mother would have understood better than me.” he continued, watching the two kissing again, with more love and passion than before.
“Aye, brother. Time for a premature sleep today. No time for lil’ old us anymore.” Mimir spoke as Kratos lifted him, and entered the house, giving the two some privacy.
“Finally! No more parent supervision. Your two old men sure are annoying.” Heimdall chuckled, pulling her flush against his chest.
“That just means we have to find a new realm and have our fun there.” she spoke, raking her fingers through his platinated unbraided hair. “You should leave your hair down more often. You look so beautiful.” her sweet smile made chuckle lightly, before he cupped her face and brought her into yet another kiss.
“And you should wear dresses like this one more often. You are beautiful.”
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Heimdall covered his mouth, clenching his teeth together in annoyance, anger, pleasure.
His eyes shut tightly trying to ignore these visions in his mind and try to focus on the pull his body was making. His thoughts were trying to train themselves but to no avail. He only wanted to remember the dream he had just the night before. The thoughts came to him as fast as they slipped away only mere pictures in his mind.
It was hot inside and outside and this was not making it any better. Anger, frustration, pleasure… all attributing to the overwhelming heat outside. He leaned his head back against the bedframe his eyes still stubbornly sown shut. His hand still held tight to his mouth not letting anything other than muffled noises come out of his mouth. The noise - heimdall remembered in a single thought of logic through the fog of nothing but need. his hand immediately slowly down to a more reasonable pace, a normal one to reduce the noise. But the noise in his head still swarmed, swarmed with other peoples thoughts. Their insignificant little problems… he could not think. He could tell who’s thoughts were who’s with ease because their problems were always the same ‘is thrúd going to be okay? I don’t want her to end up like-’ ‘Is she really going to continue hurting me like this? I want to be-‘ he shook his head finally seeing the picture from his dream it was still cloudy. Your words sounded like a mumble unintelligible and quiet, before you had kissed him. Several more pictures sparked in his mind, all of them seeming so real but so fake it was a fantasy after all, a dream. It certainly felt real, the warm breath by his ear, his fingers curiously slipping between your folds - the wet warmth that greeted and coated his fingers when he finally gained the courage to push past your folds, the feeling of his head lightening as his tongue slipping between your folds his nose pressed against the top of your labia- his teeth clenched hard. As his need spilled all over his stomach. A deep breath left him his eyes blinking open - finally - he thought… he’d been at it for thirty minutes before he could actually focus up enough to finish. And for a few seconds he was content, stuck in bliss he wanted to grip the feeling, hold it close but eventually it slipped from his grasp.
He looked down at his hand his thumb and palm wet from his abrupt release, the disgust never escaped him - that was pathetic - his thoughts sighed. He took a brief moment to sully himself before he stood from his bed stuffing himself back into his pants.
((✿: heimdall having wet dreams abt eating you out… possible pt 2?))
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