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Headcannons: Heimdall, Thor and Odin w/ Reader who always carries food on them
AN: Had to write this asap cause I couldn't resist
Request: Heya, Heya!! Reread your Heimdall fic a couple times and it got me thinking of a head cannon request if you do that!
This is a request for God of War Ragnarok(I as least want Hiemdall, Odin, and Thor but you can add whoever)
And this is a fun type headcannon where the reader can randomly pull out food from nowhere. It’s not magic, they just always have food on them. They would even sometimes be randomly eating at the worse/awkward times
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Heimdall:
Being the god of foresight and knowledge, Heimdall expected everything that would happen next.
But honestly, nothing could have prepared him for when you pulled out food from thin air.
He thinks you pulled it from thin air anyways, until you tell him that you just always have food on you.
His initial reaction to that is to ask, "...Why? The mess hall is not that far." You just shrug and respond, "You never know when you could want it. And plus, I'm not gonna walk all the way to the mess hall everytime I feel like eating."
Okay. Fair point.
It's times like these when Heimdall wonders how he ended up with someone as... Random as you could be. All the more reason to love you he guesses.
At some point he even learns to love your little hobby of keeping food on you. Sometimes he's too caught up in patrolling on the wall that he forgets to eat, then you come along with the food you carry and he just eats and talks to you.
Heimdall also lives for the looks of confusion on people's faces when they see you take out food like you just pulled it from another realm.
To this day Heimdall still kinda suspects that you do. You like making fun of him for it.
"Bet you couldn't forsee that." Cue a long, exaggerated sigh.
Also please do not eat while there's a literal fight going on. He loves you, he really does. But he'd rather have you alive than die because you were too busy munching.
He swears he even saw you offering a snack to the enemy at one point.
Thor:
He absolutely loves it.
Like the first time you do it, he laughs so loud you swear it could be heard throughout Asgard.
Thor doesn't even question where you got the food from, he's just immediately laughing and pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
You can literally see the hearts in his eyes whenever you do it, it's like he just fell in love with you for the first time again.
Also don't expect your food to be all for you whenever you pull it out to eat, because Thor will immediately be at your side eating it as well.
It's like a way to summon him honestly.
Like how some spirits require rituals to be summoned - Thor just needs food. It's the same for you honestly. Which is probably why everyone says you two are the perfect couple.
If anyone ever makes fun of you or comments on how you carry food everywhere, they can kiss their life goodbye cause Thor won't tolerate it.
He also doesn't give a crap if you eat during a fight, you did it during one of his bar fights and he took a break to eat with you cause why the hell not?
In conclusion, this man is hooked.
Odin:
The first time you do it is when he's talking to you about a plan of some sort.
He's about to turn but immediately does a double take when he sees the food in your hand.
Was that there before? Surely not.
It's funny seeing him trying to figure it out, you can see the gears turning in his head and you have to stifle a laugh.
After a short moment you tell him that you just carry food on you.
He's a little embarrassed that he didn't think of that first and goes, "Ah." Then he walks off, contemplating what just happened.
It's not that it bothers him or anything, it's just... Huh? Where does one even store that much food?? Do you have magic pockets or something??
You should be prideful, you managed to confuse Odin - the Allfather. Not many get to do that or even live when they do, you lucky, lucky person.
He learns to just not question it, he'll just end up more confused than he started off as. And unless you're planning to take over the 9 realms using your meals then he has nothing to worry about.
Hearing you eat has become a background noise for him now and he sometimes even gets worried when he doesn't hear you eating.
Huginn and Muninn also love you because you always let them peck at your food, despite Odin telling you not to let them.
You once ate while Thor and Odin were arguing in his study - was very awkward and very tense, 10/10 do not recommend doing it again but you likely will.
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AN: I started this at 4am and somehow only finished it at 6 - DJSKJSKD ENJOY ❤️
#god of war#god of war ragnarök#gow x reader#god of war x reader#heimdall x reader#odin x reader#thor x reader#reader insert
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so um hi! sorry to disturb you but can you write nsfw with odin and reader? okay so like reader feels super insecure about their body and looks for a long time then odin notices that and confronts them then ~spicy stuff~ happens. haha i tried making this unique, umm ik commisions take a lot of energy and time so do your best! and thank you for reading
A/N: It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, time to get back in the game.
Warnings: 18+, No Minors 🔞, smut (just a little spicy)
Odin notices everything.
However, something always interested him when he noticed a familiar goddess looking a bit sadder than usual. While it wasn’t his business as the two were essentially allies, Odin wasn’t the most talkative or the most open person in Valhalla but he was kind to the goddess.
Kind enough to catch the goddess looking at herself at a water fountain, Odin had an idea of what it was but he asked,
“What troubles you, (Name)?”
His voice was deep yet it had a tone of concern as it made the goddess jump from not noticing Odin until he spoke. Not to mention, her heart jumping along with as she seemed to always admire Odin from afar.
Stern but handsome.
Even his son was handsome.
Knowing better than to lie as Odin could essentially through a lie with superior intellect, the goddess decided to play it safe and simply mention that she was troubled by her appearance and had been for awhile as she believed she wasn’t as beautiful as the rest of the goddesses in Valhalla.
Odin was wise.
A situation like this needed to be handled carefully and he did so by not consoling her but by lifting her spirits by saying “Outer beauty pales to that of inner beauty and you have both. Be more confident.”
Placing a hand on her left shoulder he also mentioned to come and see him if she ever needed to relax or talk. Mentioning in his soothing and deep voice that he would always be willing to listen.
Just as he left.
Odin was mysterious like that.
Yet, he was always a listening ear and always offered sound advice when asked.
“How do I look?”
Odin found parties to be trivial matters, there was more important matters to attend to than mingling with other gods and goddesses and yet on this night when Zeus wanted to hold a party Odin attended and to his delight he saw a rather shy (Name) in a rather lovely dress.
“You look amazing. The color is nice.”
A small smile crept on (Name) as she knew Odin wasn’t the most talkative but when he spoke it was meaningful and she could tell he was sincere and genuine.
As the night went on Odin could tell (Name) was still feeling a bit insecure about herself just from knowing her as long as he did and so he casually mentioned to her in a quiet manner.
“Have you considered having sex? It’s been proven that sex helps with mental health.”
It was silent between the two for what seemed like forever.
Odin meant no harm by his comment he simply mentioned a remedy he read about a long time ago and once he saw how bashful the goddess before him became Odin wandered what was going thru her mind.
“Perhaps, you could help with that too.”
Well, now he knew and the two found a room that was empty but it wasn’t silent as the two had their private lesson inside.
Odin saved the rough lessons for another day as he didn’t want her to go completely numb with pleasure, there was a party to return to after all.
Once, the two had finished (Name) felt what could only be described as euphoria. Remembering the positions Odin, the All Father, had her in. How wise he was with his choice of words, complimenting her on her body and how he found her to be very attractive.
Sure, she stumbled in her walking here and there thanks to Odin but the pleasure and confidence was worth the trade. The sting to her ass was painful but pleasurable too as Odin just wanted to make sure he got his point across that she was beautiful with a beautiful ass.
Odin knew he could be a great teacher and he intended to get the lesson thru to the sweet goddess that she was beautiful as she was.
Odin wanted to make sure he never forgot how beautiful she was to him and to never forget him and so he mentioned that she was free to visit him anytime as he placed a kiss on her forehead while putting his clothes on.
Of course, (Name)’s hair was a mess, thanks to Odin, but she didn’t seem to care as onlookers noticed as she returned to the party. The only thing on her mind was the leader of the Norse pantheon who so graciously gave her the self confidence she needed and the mind numbing sex she loved.
The next day, (Name) found Odin in his castle in Asgard and had another lesson that evening and that night…
…and the following day.
The day after that and the day after that.
Odin never forgot to tell her how beautiful she was for he truly believed she was beautiful to him and that’s all that matters.
❄️Rukia-Writes❄️
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Sudden Disappearance
PAIRING: Kratos/Odin/Heimdall/Thor/Baldur x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)
SUMMARY: Their wife, (Y/N), is kidnapped. One day, she returns after victoriously defeating her captor.
Kratos goes into a panic when he can’t find you. He feels so many emotions all at once. He can’t focus on anything now that you’re missing.
A part of him wonders if you left him, but he tries not to focus on it; he knows you and doesn’t want to think negatively of you.
He’ll travel through every realm to find you, asking others of your whereabouts. Any leads towards a missing woman were all met with a dead end.
When you return Kratos embraces you tightly. After hearing about your experience he urges you to train more with him. Just in case this happens again, but your kidnapper happens to be stronger.
At first Odin thinks you’re just out exploring for some days. Days turn into weeks and when he can’t see you from the eyes of his ravens he begins to panic.
If Baldur is still alive then he’ll send him out to find you. Otherwise Odin will look for you himself, which is fairly quick considering his powers. Heimdall would tell him to reconsider going for you himself, saying it could be a trap to lure him in.
Odin would refute that, saying “She’s my wife. If I don’t go to look for her myself then who will? Baldur’s dead and I need you here in Asgard! Thor is useless in situations like this!”
When you return Odin demands to know what happened to you, and places a punishment worse than death on the culprit. He later creates a raven similar to Huginn and Muninn specifically for keeping an eye on you.
Heimdall knows you, and so once he suspects you’ve been abducted, he sticks to it. Never faltering to think that you left him. He is furious at the abductor and himself; he should have seen it coming, and yet he didn’t.
Will tell Odin of what has happened and that he wishes to look for you himself, however he is denied so as the Watchmen of the Aesir. Nobody likes him, and by being his wife, you, so he can’t convince anyone to look for you.
Heimdall will sneak out of Asgard and search for you against Odin’s command. He may love Asgard, but he loves you even more.
You’ll meet up halfway with Heimdall if he follows the right tracks to find you, which he likely will. If your captor isn’t already dead, then Heimdall will make sure he is.
Thor becomes paranoid when you don’t come back by night. He can’t sleep, and his thoughts start to wander. He worries that he might’ve done something wrong, he thinks you left him. He may even relapse into drinking.
Thrúd will comfort and knock some sense into her father, which sets him on the path for finding you. He does still worry that you may be dead, or left him for someone better.
Thor knows he’s hasn’t always been the best husband to you. But, you’re his wife. You’ve been married to this man for years and he’s not about to give up on you over paranoia.
When you return to Asgard Thor will hug you so tight your back may crack. He’s incredibly proud of you for defending yourself, but he will definitely become more protective of you. You’ll probably also start training with Thrúd.
Baldur is enraged by your kidnapping, but he’s confident that he will find you. Baldur also knows of your fighting capabilities, so he’s not too worried about your predicament.
He will find you. Just as you’re leaving from your kidnapper’s hideout Baldur lands before you with his dragon.
When both of you return home, Baldur makes it clear that nobody tries to harm his wife. He will personally antagonize anyone that even looks at you wrongly afterwards, secretly fearing the worst.
- Fin
#god of war x reader#female reader#baldur#headcanon#heimdall#baldur x reader#heimdall x reader#kratos x reader#kratos#odin#odin x reader#thor#thor x reader
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Submissive!Poseidon, Jataka, Odin, and Buddha x GN!Reader. I wrote mostly with Amab reader in mind(save for Jataka's), but you can interpret it as a strap. Features cum swallowing(reader), fingering, hand jobs, masturbation, face fucking, penetration, and riding. Tags are overall in order. Kinda proofread
You love a man with the makings of a whore. And gods if Poseidon didn't fit the bill.
The murderous look in his eyes only fueled the speed of your fingers further, three cum-covered digits fucking his tight, pink hole. Merciless in the way you pound his prostate, sadistic in how you watch the pleasure make his legs tremble and twitch. He's panting, biting his lips raw even as you encourage him to let it all out. Cum covers his chest, and when you lean over him to run your tongue through it, he can't help the way his eyes roll back.
Sweat pours by the bullets from the exertion; still, you didn't let up, didn't stop pumping his sensitive dick, or sucking at its leaking, red tip. When you noticed how he'd clench when you nipped his nipples or tore at the sheets when you ran your teeth across his neck, you took advantage.
You couldn't help but adore him. He doesn't even realize how perfect of a slut he is.
His back arches, a perfect curve that you latch onto twice as tight, nails digging into his waist as he groans at the loss of contact on his cock.
You bend down and wrap your lips around it fully, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue made quick work of the beading precum there. You don't take your eyes off his pretty face once, and thank the gods you didn't.
His eyebrows knit, eyelashes fluttering over clouded blue eyes rolled to the whites as his mouth opened wide, a sound more addictive than siren song meeting your ears.
In your mouth, it throbbed once, twice, then-
Poseidon cries out, angry tears filling his eyes as you finger him through his nth orgasm of the night.
It was funny, watching how his face heated as you touched yourself in front of him. Moaning his name, keeping your legs wide so he could get an eyeful. He said he wanted to experience true happiness- you were just showing him.
"Look at me, Jataka. Watch, and see how happy you make me- how happy I could make you."
He inhales sharply, untouched cock twitching hard at your words. He looks so innocent, all flustered and twitchy, unable to make proper eye contact. His hands float around, restless as if they didn't know what to touch first, or even if they should.
You take your hand, the one you used, and grasp his chin, gentle though firm.
The pad of your thumb is fixed against his bottom lip- pillow soft. You can't resist the urge to reach in deeper, give him a taste of joy.
And he, oh, he can taste it all on his tongue one tentative lick later. It's sweet and salty, a perfect mix that has him sucking on your thumb in search for more.
And more you give him. Fucking his pretty face, grinding on his eager tongue. As you approached your climax, pride swelled in your heart and your groin as his big hands wrapped nervously around his own cock.
Odin is quite a formidable figure. But little does the world know, he's your bitch.
"It's not even all the way in yet. Were you always this pathetic?"
He groans, and you roll your eyes. His hands are tied above his head, but there was truly no need for any bondings- he'd hold his hands in place all by himself if you told him to.
You stroke his thighs, false disappointment apparent in your sigh. "Look at yourself. On the verge of cumming untouched long before I can even fuck you in true. Maybe I should shorten the foreplay next tim-"
"No."
"No?"
"Please. No. I can take it." You smirk, amusement sparkling in your eyes as you take him in. He was never an expressive God, even in the bedroom, his facial expression rarely had any big changes, and he was one hell of a silent soldier save for a few grunts.
But finally, fucking finally, you've gone and done it. You flipped the script on him- touched and stroked and fucked on him, and you can't get enough of all the sounds he makes. The way his muscles flex when you bend him every which way, how sweat travels down his forehead when he's struggling to take you, how his eyes roll back when he cums hard.
He doesn't break eye contact as he takes your arms in his hands, pulling you closer, trying to pull you deeper. "I can take it. Move."
You chuckle, grabbing his waist. "Never one to shy away from what you want, ey love?"
He doesn't get to answer as you bury yourself deep in one thrust right after.
Buddha was made for this. He finds he's experienced no greater freedom than when under your control.
"Fuck."
The cocky bastard smirks above you, riding you hard with his hand gripping your shoulder even harder. The other is on the headboard, claws puncturing the wood. You moan, and his lips are quick to swoop down and swallow it, never faltering his speed. The kiss is excited, feverish, and you dig blunt nails into the soft skin of his ass. The clap of skin on skin is hypnotic, and you start to think, 'I'd let him fuck me like this forever,'
And there it is. He's fucking you. What, were you gonna kiss his toes next? Who's the boss here, you... or him?
You, of course. And you were finally gonna act like it.
You trail your fingers along his raised arm, replacing the headboard with your hand. You clasp his tight, kissing his knuckles. You do the same with the other hand, and in the confusion of your changed intensity, he slows down. In the same second, you flip him over and capture him in a kiss. Your tongue traces his sharp canines, brushing sensually over his own tongue. You can taste candy on it still. Raspberry flavored.
Your hips snap forward, and he moans into the kiss. It doesn't end when you pull away; mouths wide, your tongues intertwine, sucking and tasting each other. It's heaven to your senses, pleasure overriding every coherent thought.
You set a brutal pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. And good fuck, he's smiling about it. Full on grinning as spit leaks down the side of his mouth and his dick bounces between you. You move your grip to encompass both his wrists.
As your hand wraps around his dick, he laughs. It's a beautiful sound, accompanied by his walls choking your cock and him throwing his head back as he cums, pearly white ropes coating both your chests.
Yet, you keep going. You fuck him hard, and smile when laughter turns to sobs.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#record of ragnarok x reader#poseidon snv#poseidon x reader#buddha ror#buddha snv#buddha x reader#poseidon smut#buddha smut#snv odin#snv odin x reader#odin x reader#jataka snv#jataka#jataka smut#the psychotics writing
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Found a milestone specials in the comment so here's the last one.
MILESTONE SPECIAL:
Odin - You don't need to leave so soon
A rare occasion this was for you. Seeing Odin seemingly appreciating tea time with you made your heart flutter in the slightest way.
You had a peculiar relationship with the old god. He wasn't the type to appreciate company but you were one of the exceptions A huge honor for you in fact.
Your occasional encounters were pleasant but short and soon you found yourself packing to leave the balcony.
-You don't need to leave so soon...-
His voice stopped you with a book midair.
-Are you su- -Yes- Your eyes grew larger and and smiled at his words.
Sasaki - Don't pull away. Not yet.
As a cascade of tears went down your cheeks a pair of strong arms enveloped you;pulling you close to a firm and warm chest.
-Hey...it's all right. I got you-
Sasaki shushed you with a lazy smile. His hand found home in your hair;running his fingers in a comforting manner. His other arm kept you close as you hugged him back.
You let your tears free till you stopped crying. You were about to leave his embrace. -Don't pull away. Not yet- Sasaki said to you calmly -I know you still need more of my hugs-
You just nodded and hugged him some more. He was more than right in that moment.
#x reader#sasaki kojiro x reader#sasaki kojiro record of ragnarok#sasaki kojiro#odin record of ragnarok#odin x reader#odin#shuumatsu no valkirye#shuumatsu no valkirye x reader#snv#snv x reader#ror#ror x reader#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok x reader
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The sad thing about Odin when it comes to his kids is that he can be better. Rewatch the cutscenes between Odin and Atreus. Look at how fatherly and open he was with him and how coldly Odin dismisses his children like they were nothing to him. If anything this tells me that Odin has the ability to be a good or at the very least a decent father to his children. He just chooses not to.
#god of war#odin god of war#odin x reader#gow atreus#gow spoilers#thor god of war#heimdall#gow baldur
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Kratos, Thor and Odin realizing their feelings for you.
a/n; we start with the first time they, oh so sadly, realized they loved you. sometimes... a God loving someone is nothing but a curse for them.
Kratos
Kratos would first have no idea of his own emotions. Brushing it off simply because you were traveling with him and Atreus cared for you, which led to him also caring for you. The moment he saw you become hurt for the first time, when he realized you had to rest, and when he felt his heart constrict at the prospect of losing you, he realized what was happening. No, this is not possible. He would be bewildered by his emotions. There was no time in Kratos' life for romance or temptations because he had left that life behind and he would not give in to any desires. He also had to take care of his kid. However, watching you faintly grin at him and advise him to part ways so you wouldn't slow them down on their exploration let him forget all of his fears. It was just... an act of compassion to thank you for everything you'd done for him and his son. He couldn't, wouldn't, leave you to take care of yourself if you were hurt and alone. While out hunting, Atreus would casually touch the matter with his father, shyly expressing his admiration for you as a mother and as a person. Kratos would nod slowly, being careful not to say how he really felt for you, much to Atreus' displeasure. How could he learn to open his heart to love once more when all he allowed himself to indulge in was a gentle touch on your cheek while you were asleep?
Thor
There must be a joke here. Thor noted that he could feel his own body betray him when you complimented him, sending blood racing to his cheeks and his heart skipping a beat. In order for you to not notice any changes in his attitude, he made sure to maintain his composure and turned his face away from you. However, his atypical thank you, which he murmured very softly and almost in a whisper, revealed his entire play. He would overanalyze the scenario and conclude that you couldn't possibly be able to love someone as similar to him. He would even deceive himself into believing that you were merely being friendly if you ever flirted with him. If he told you "good job on your mission," wouldn't it appear like he was attempting to persuade you into a relationship? He is continuously on edge whenever he sees you and is wary of saying or doing anything that might put you on edge because of his new, developing affections. Wouldn't it appear as though he was attempting to seduce you if he complemented your appearance? To name a few of his thoughts in those circumstances. Little does he realize how much you genuinely adore him; he gives you a yearning glance from a distance and apologizes right away if you ever catch him gazing.
Odin
Odin experienced fear for the first time in a very long time when he first understood he was in love with you. He despised the unexpected, thus he didn't want this emotion to start developing within of him. He avoided you for a long time, sending you on pointless missions to keep you away from him in the hopes that whatever feelings he had for you would eventually fade away. Persistent feeling, he cursed at himself. Although he could blame you, he didn't want you to face any consequences for what was clearly his responsibility. He wished he had someone to blame other than himself. Odin just couldn't help himself, your personality shined for him, you were like a oasis he had been waiting for all his deserted life - a breath of fresh air. He'd be damned if anyone found out about this, even so when he had so many enemies that were way more powerful than you. The thought would make him uneasy leading to a lack of sleep, making him even more frustrated with himself - how could he fall in love with you? He'd be living a torment inside his head, a conflicting fight between wanting to make you his and protect you from all or letting you go so you had no ties with a God like him. Would you grow apart if you knew he'd choose to be selfish and pursue you?
Do not copy or translate my works.
#god of war x reader#gow x reader#odin x reader#kratos x reader#thor x reader#god of war ragnarok x reader
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Maybe a few gods of your choice react to the reader(treir s/o,gender neutral if possible) choosing to fight on the humans side like budda.
Have a nice day/night.
Yeye you have a nice day too-
Gods Included: Heracles, Hermes, and Odin
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ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤:
• Uh… what? Oh Hell- N O -
- Okay, Heracles knows you’re strong, but he’s worried- Very very worried- Even if you’re strong, you definitely saw what the Humans were capable of last time- And that made him even more concerned- What he can do, is literally just keep you in a tight damn hug, and never let go-
- He’s not letting you go bro. Fuck n o. He’s almost panicking just like Göll. You’re literally making an enemy of the Gods-? What if he has to go against you? He can’t handle that- Oh he’ll no he cannot handle that- Listen if he’s going against you he’s forfeiting. But aye you know what happens to him so he can’t exactly stop you after-
- When he sees your name in the roster, Heracles can feel his heart drop, as well as his smile. He seems to be staring at it for a few moments, trying to comprehend if he saw the right name or not. The man loves you too much to let you go. Especially in a dangerous tourney like this one-
- Heracles loves you, and he’s scared to let you go- He knows how strong those Humans are now, and while you are stronger, there are deceitful ones like Jack The Ripper- But Heracles can do nothing but watch with absolute worry as you walk into the arena, your weapon of choice resting comfortably in its designated place as Heimdall announces your name.
ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕤:
• Utter silence, and a blank look from Hermes.
- Ain’t no damn way you’re actually doing this bullshit for Humans. Hermes can feel the gentle and mischievous smile drain from his face right as he sees you declare that you’re fighting for the Humans. Attention was turned to both you and him.
- And after that… Hermes can’t do anything but help you prepare for your battle. He will make sure to give you the best time of your life before your battle to make things worth it. Mentally, Hermes doesn’t want to accept it. He’s staying up at night with bad thoughts in his head while you’re asleep in his arms, dreaming or staying in that black void.
- Really, Hermes can’t do anything but stay silent, worrying about you. He loses sleep over your situation, and is constantly worrying over you when he should be worrying about himself- And when the time comes, Hermes can’t help but wish you good luck, and plant a kiss on your lips for perhaps the very last time.
- And as he watches you walk into the arena, he simply closes his eyes, and has to accept the result of the match when he sees it.
𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟:
• Silent disappointment, but worry.
- He’s still silent while Huginn and Muginn are yelling in shock. His eyes will simply stare down at you with faint disapproval while you’re announcing the news. And as you turn to the tunnel and walk back in, Odin himself gets up. Others think that he’s about to fuck you up. But really…
- Odin just has you in a silent hug. Huginn and Muginn are nowhere to be found. While Odin does scold you for your actions, he knows that you can’t help yourself when it comes to this kind of thing. You adore Humanity despite how it is, and you’d even risk your life for it. Odin finds himself faintly jealous, even. But still, he can’t do anything but accept your decision.
- And to make sure you’re happy before your own turn in the tournament, he may just be more soft with you, and he will get you everything you need. He will make sure that he’s on your side, even if it doesn’t look like it at first. The look he has while you’re content in perhaps the last moments of the house… it could only be described as gentle when no one is around.
- And within the moments that you enter the tournament, Odin makes sure that no one makes remarks to you. His glares are enough to shut anyone up, and his concern is now placed on you. Every step of the match, every movement, and every breath you take while fighting, Odin is watching. For every wound, he can feel his eyebrow twitch. And for every wound on the opposing God, he can feel a faint weight on his shoulders.
#record of Ragnarok#record of Ragnarok x reader#Heracles record of Ragnarok#Heracles x reader#Hermes x reader#Hermes record of Ragnarok#Odin x reader#Odin record of Ragnarok
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If it's okay to ask. Could you write how Odin would court someone he's interested in? Love your writing ❤️
Odin courting someone (you)
All of these are headcannons !! I'm rusty with writing so I'm sorry if this is bad..
Odin isn't one to like people so easily so him liking you was a shock to many.
subtly brushes his hand against yours
he seems cold and uncaring to you when around others but in private he pampers you.
His stone-cold face is permanently stuck there but you can make him crack a small smile when you care for him.
He's used to people being afraid of him, but you weren't afraid of him when you saw him instead being afraid of him you were polite and kind to him regardless of his status and looks.
Pampers you despite your insistence that it was unnecessary.
keeps you close to him because he's overprotective.
the moment he notices someone give you a nasty look or treats you badly he takes care of them (read: glares at them with a silent warning)
doesn't know how to comfort you when you're feeling down so he spoils you with things you like, like candy, gifts and etc or he just spends time you with you trying to make you feel better.
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to be all-seeing
pairing: odin x reader
author's note: odin and heimdall were both such standouts for me in the new game and i just had to write something involving them both and what better way to tie them together than write about heimdall's mother? i've taken some creative liberties here, and this is just my take on how stuff might have gone down. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
warnings: gaslighting, dubious consent, manipulation, emotional/psychological abuse, just all-fucker being an all around prick
Why here of all places?
With everything that’s happening — the looming threat of Ragnarök, that pesky Greek god and the boy by his side, the mask and its stubbornly hidden secrets, his vengeful ex, the impending doom of his death — perhaps he might have been thinking of simpler times.
Perhaps he might have been thinking of you.
And of course, that gift of yours.
It’s been some time since his last visit, since he last had either Huginn or Muninn keep an eye on you. Easier to pretend you never existed, though at times, a fool’s errand. You did, after all, spend several lifetimes with him. Then there’s your kid together, a walking reminder of your former union.
Sometimes, Odin wishes things could have been different, but here you are. And here he is.
You catch sight of him first.
Or maybe you saw him coming.
"What are you doing here?"
Fimbulwinter has taken its toll on Midgard, and it looks just as bleak and miserable as he remembers it to be from his last visit with Thor. With that, you — you make a most lovely sight in this dump.
Maybe it was cruel of him to bind you to a place such as this, among lesser people and where monsters lurked in every corner. Then again, he’s reminded that, just like his Frigg, you are here by your own fault.
It’s not that you mean nothing to him, you just … well, you just needed to be taught a lesson, that’s all.
Clearly, you still don’t see it that way.
"Come to gloat?" you inquire bitterly, standing in the doorway of the modest cottage you now regard as home.
If only you hadn’t been so goddamn stubborn, you could have been so very far away from … all this. Still living comfortably in the lodge he built, with servants to cater to your every whim, and the unforgiving winter nothing but a frigid tale to be told to you in passing gossip by members of his court. But you’ve always insisted upon your own way, upon your own … principles.
And so, you’ve brought this on yourself.
"You tell me," is all he says.
And yet, a challenge. You recognise it too. He looks at you, watches your gaze narrow. When you finally speak, your tone is as frosty as the snow that surrounds you both.
"I don’t do that anymore."
Odin merely shrugs. "Pity. Real gift you had."
This seems to irritate you further.
"What are you here for this time? Why now?" comes your impatient demand. And yet, he detects an undercurrent of hurt. It’s been … too long perhaps, since his last visit. You might have thought he’d forgotten about you.
A beat passes. He sees realisation dawn, anger fade. You start to smile, an almost gleeful edge to your voice as you guess, "Oh, this is about that prophecy, isn’t it? You don’t know what else to do. Or perhaps it is about that mask of yours. You always did spend so much time pouring over it."
"Maybe I’m here for you," he muses.
"You’re here for my gift," you correct sharply, displeasure returning. "I don’t need it to tell me that."
With that, you turn on your heel without another word.
Soon he’s trailing after you, shutting the door behind him, feeling the last gust of cold air disappear. A watchful eye takes to surveying the room, scanning for signs of anyone else other than you. The fact that he even has to look sours his mood just a little. Admittedly, he has been a little lax with your punishment lately.
"I see you’ve been decorating," he observes, taking a seat at a table you’ve set up in the centre of the room. Odin looks to you, tone light. "You got anything to drink?"
"Just tell me what you want this time."
You remain standing, ever watchful, ever cautious, seeming so very far away from him. Not impossible to reach though. He always has a way of getting to you, somehow. You’ve missed him, despite how vehemently you might deny it.
Still, you’ve changed, haven’t you? Even more so than when he last saw you. Midgard’s influence, no doubt. It never does you any good. You don’t seem to need him as much anymore. Perhaps you never did.
He’s not sure he likes the thought of that.
"No how have you been?”
An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air.
You stare at him wordlessly.
He relents with a sigh.
"I’m sorry, that’s not fair. Expecting you to welcome me back. You’re angry at me for not visiting, I get that."
Odin gazes at you intently.
"Unless … this isn’t about that at all, and you’re still angry about what happened." He shrugs. "Yeah sure, I may have … overreacted, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did what I thought was best. For you."
Something flickers in your expression.
The words come quietly.
"You always say that."
"And I mean it every time."
"I wish I could believe you."
"You can," he coaxes tenderly.
"Can I?"
He inches closer towards you, voice low and reassuring. "Don’t you know I’ll always be here for you? That I’ll always care for you? Didn’t I promise you that?”
"You promised me many things."
"And I intend on keeping those promises," he murmurs. "All you gotta do, is trust me."
He reaches out to you, but you immediately draw back, voice tense.
"Just — get on with whatever it is you’re here for this time."
He leans back, unfazed by this … contempt you make a show of. After all, you did this the last time too, and the other visits that came before. Even so, he’s still here, isn’t he?
"Alright, if that’s what you want."
A moment passes and you take a seat, unable to look at him.
It’s almost … satisfying. Knowing that even after all this time, his words still have the capacity to affect you. And why should they not?
You must still love him.
Didn’t he give you everything?
Who would you be without him? Where would you be? Who else would have brought you back to Asgard if not him? He raised you to be a queen. And just like the wife who came after you, you stupidly threw it all away. And for what?
You chose to be nothing.
At the end of it all, perhaps you do deserve to live in this wasteland. It’s the only way you’ll learn to behave. To learn your place. And once you do, it’ll be just like old times. You by his side, and your gift at his disposal. The All-Father and his little prophetess.
"You want to know why I’m here," he begins.
"I assume it’s about the prophecy."
"Yeah, something along the lines of that." He pauses, gives you a look. "You remember that … god, the one you told me was headed to Jötunheim."
"What about him?"
"You remember his son as well? There’s something the boy might be able to help me with."
You stiffen, expression hardening.
"I want nothing to do with this if it means harming a child."
"No one’s talking about killing the kid," he retorts with a snort, rolling his eyes. "You’re being dramatic."
"Am I?" you wonder coolly.
"Look, all I want is for him to help me with my mask. With enough time, he just might be able to piece it together."
"And so you want me to tell you if this will happen, if it will play out how you want it to."
"And here I thought you had abandoned your gift."
"I did. You’ve only had me do this many times, but this time I won’t. I mean it."
"Do you now?" he wonders, gaze flickering to yours.
"I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want you to hurt anyone."
"Why would I hurt anybody?" He chuckles. "I’m not always the bad guy, you know. I did save you now, didn’t I? All those years ago."
"Save?"
"Ran away, didn’t you? Then made to survive with your gift when things went to shit." His words are mocking, condescending. "The Aesir who was so very far away from home. At least that’s how I remember it. In the end, you practically begged me to take you back to Asgard. Prayed to me, pleaded with me."
"If only I was shown what entailed," you mutter. "What it showed me instead, it … misled me."
He sighs. "Still, I envy you for it."
Coldness sets in. "You’ve always envied what I think is cursed."
Odin leans back in his seat. "Nonsense. It’s a gift."
"Only when it’s useful to you."
"I suppose, but whatever benefits Asgard benefits our son, no?" he muses. "That boy of ours, he really is something. Everything we hoped he’d be. You’d want the best for him, wouldn’t you?"
The words hit you hard. Almost immediately, you shoot up from your seat, seething, "How dare you mention him? I haven’t seen him since he was a child. You took him from me."
"You abandoned him."
"I was forced to. By you," you grit out.
"And whose fault is that?" he wonders coldly.
All the colour has drained from your face, and just like that, it feels as though it was only yesterday you left home in such a state — ashen-faced, chin quivering, trying your hardest not to cry when you were asked if you’d be back. The confusion written all over his little face was probably enough to shatter your heart.
You’ve always loved that boy too much for your own good. It’s made you weak if anything. And it would have made him weak. It’s better this way, you and him apart. Besides, the man that your son is now, the man that Odin raised him to be — useful, reliable, loyal — you’d be pleased with how he’s turn out.
Odin moves to take your hands in his. When you don’t pull away, he starts in a honeyed voice, "We all make mistakes. What’s important is that you’re making up for yours. And for that, I’ll always be very proud."
He rises from his seat, a hand moving to cup your cheek. He watches you start to crack, because in your isolation, despite all the hate and anger you may feel for him, he is still all you have.
"It’s been hard on you, hasn’t it?" he murmurs sympathetically, thumb brushing across your cheek. "Being here all alone. Away from our son, from me. From family. I know I haven’t been dropping by as often as you’d like. And for that, I’m truly sorry. Truth is, I’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse, is it?"
His fingers move to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards so that you can meet his gaze. Something in your expression falters.
"I should’ve made time for you," he tells you softly. "Forgive me?"
He pulls away, gazes down at you intently.
A moment goes by.
Then finally, a crack.
"The boy," comes your reluctant response. "The boy will come to Asgard. I’ve seen it."
Eagerness grips him. There you are. There it is.
"And?"
"He’s come because of his father. He’s been … driven away."
He detects a hint of disgust in your voice, though he gets the sense that it isn’t for him, or Loki.
After all, it is your whispers that often end in suffering, don’t they?
He is bound to betray you.
That Dwarf will rebel against you.
When she leaves, you will have her wings.
Most of the time, all he has to do is tell you that it is for the good of Asgard, for the good of your son, and you carry on without hesitation.
His response now is as ravenous as it was then.
"The mask. Tell me about the mask."
Your brows crease. "The pieces … they come together. And the boy, he seems to be the key."
A thrill runs through him.
He takes and takes. Whatever you have to offer.
"And Ragnarök?"
You hesitate.
"You know I can’t see that far."
Irritation flares.
"Fimbulwinter is already here," he insists impatiently. "Ragnarök is close."
"I’ve told you everything I know," is all you say.
Odin seizes you by the arms then, fingers digging harshly into your skin. "This is really, really important. And I need you to think carefully. Ragnarök. Anything … you can tell me about that?"
He sighs at the lack of a response.
"Might be hard for me to come visit if I’m dead. You’d miss me, wouldn’t you?"
You glare up at him, voice taut.
"I can’t tell you what I don’t know."
Odin watches you closely.
"What about your son? Our son? You want to keep him safe, don’t you?"
Your gaze softens ever so slightly, but you don’t budge.
"I really don’t know."
A moment passes.
He loosens his hold on you, fingers moving to brush your hair back.
"Well …" he finally murmurs. "I had to ask."
Odin gazes at you fondly, tone now affectionate.
"Even so, I always knew you wouldn’t let me down." He chuckles. "My little prophetess. I nearly forgot how good of a team we were. How … talented you were."
His hand slides down to rest on your throat, and the lightness vanishes. He regards you with a dark gaze, eye tracing your skin.
Then, after a while, his words come quietly.
"I’ve always loved you. You know that, right?"
He steps closer, fingers curling around your neck.
"Even after all that treachery. Even after you turned your back on me."
"You didn’t give me a choice."
"No, you just chose to betray me."
"I didn’t want to."
"But you did. You should be dead, you know. Or worse."
"And yet, you still need me, don’t you?" you challenge, neck still in his grasp.
He could kill you. Should kill you. Is it true, that he still needs you? A son blessed with your gift of foresight was all he wanted at the beginning, really. But after bearing him that child, you’ve still somehow managed to prove yourself useful. How many times have your insight proved valuable? That you’ve dealt with a problem that hasn’t even begun?
But more importantly, you’ve grown on him, haven’t you?
"You had your son kill most, if not all the Giants," you continue accusingly. "And you strangled that Giantess because you didn’t like what she saw. Now they’re all gone. Because of you. And so, now — now you keep me alive despite the treason I’ve committed because I’m the only one left with the gift of prophecy you so desperately covet. That’s unless you prefer to seek out the Norns, but we both know how much you despise them."
Your hand slides up his arm, gripping his wrist.
"If you truly wish me dead, then do it. Murder me. Murder me like you murdered your dear friend Gróa."
He chuckles lightly.
"You’re overreacting. What makes you think I want you dead? You should be, but you’re still here, aren’t you?"
"So you want my gratitude?"
"I want to know if you still care," he murmurs, gaze intent. "Do you truly hate me? As much as you claim you do?"
He sees you hesitate.
Then.
"I should. After you sent me here, after you made me leave my son." A trembling pause. "But I don’t." You can barely even look at him. "I can’t." Your voice wavers. "No matter what you do."
"I’m a difficult man," he says, fingers releasing their grasp on your throat, grazing upwards to cup the side of your face. "I admit that."
"You’re a god."
"And is that so bad?" Odin wonders, thumb caressing your lips.
Worse, you whisper as he leans in to have you. You let him.
You always do.
•••
"You’ve been to see my mother," Heimdall will later say. Carefully, for it is a sensitive subject he is about to broach. Callously, so that the All-Father does not know that a part of him still cares.
It’s pathetic. Truly.
"I have," comes his father’s response.
Heimdall waits. And waits. But the All-Father never elaborates, never looks up from his book.
"I’m surprised she made it all the way to Fimbulwinter. She always did have a rather … weak disposition," he drawls, voice dripping with contempt.
But he doesn’t hate her. Not really. He remembers her delicate laugh, her smiling eyes. That gaze of pure adoration whenever she looked at him, as though he was who she loved most. No one ever looks at him that way anymore.
She would still. He knows this.
"You’d think she’d have perished by now," Heimdall muses with a dramatic sigh, fingers distractedly grazing across a scroll as he lingers near the table where his father’s seated at, nose still burrowed in his book.
"So you want her dead?" the All-Father suddenly asks, gaze flickering to him.
Heimdall hesitates, scoffs.
"She betrayed us. She betrayed you."
"Sure, sure," the All-Father murmurs. The book slams shut. His father’s full attention is now on him. Heimdall wished for it just seconds earlier, will long for it always, but now that he has it, it isn’t a very pleasant feeling. It never is.
"So, do you?"
His brow creases. "All-Father?"
"Want her dead."
Heimdall freezes.
His father is still staring at him, waiting. Waiting for an answer. He wants to know. He always does. Somewhere behind him, Huginn screeches.
Then, reluctantly, almost disgustedly, he forces himself to respond.
"No."
A moment passes.
The All-Father hums, reaches for his book, attention shifting away from him, and it’s almost as if the moment never happened.
Heimdall tries not to look too relieved.
"That’ll be all."
His arm flies up to his chest, back already instinctively bent in a bow.
"All-Father."
He’s met with only silence. Always only silence.
And when he leaves, it’s as if he was never there at all.
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You have an "admirer," apparently. One that has no sense oncesoever.
Odin, the All-father, iron fist of the Norse.
You use everything in your willpower, hidden deep, to not flip your shit each time he graces your weaker presence.
Odin comeths baring no warning. Does a King need formal reason to wander inside his own castle?
Suddenly, day after day, night after night-this intimidating figure finds you worthy of not just a simple glance.
Not a word spoken, without distraction nor misdirection. He is elegant down to how he walks, with purpose and unwavering resilience.
The All-father is supreme and tyrannical in godly definition, of the legendary Bifrost's chosen few. A rapid tide in constant pursuit, edgeless flood overcoming building after building in its merciless path of endless devastation, devouring those who dare oppose the roaring waves.
Odin is... just there.
Next to little ol' you, a lowly servant, the great All-father. Without a care in the world. The sheer audacity to treat this like it's not extremely unusual for an all-powerful god such as himself to take interest in another out of the blue, let alone someone so painstakingly simple. Someone never pinned on the radar of another god, definitely not one of their strongest ancients.
Either you found him, or likewise, the latter; waiting ever patiently by the bay of your active sector, stuck in the ground like a tree stump. Is he even breathing? Feet rooted, immoveable as stone.
It's hard to not miss him in this lightful realm, a towering candle of stern darkness-permeant arrogance written on his face.
Wrinkles forming indifferent strokes, old indeed, but nevertheless immortal. Long scars, they decorate him in tight and unnerving brushes. A bleak void carries the stinging yellow jackets in his eyes, stoic, unrelenting. A force to be reckoned with, even then, any blind fool can tell this highly dangerous god homes a deep attractiveness mortals are blessed to witness.
The devil is hideous on one hand, yet beautiful on another.
People become frantic in trying to appease their quite unexpected guest, you can't blame them, if you didn't know what Odin was here for-vaguely at the very least-you would've tripped on yourself to ensure no bloodshed as well, no one wants to wipe up intestines and tethered remains off the walls.
Frightened assistants question one another, curious bombarding. A sea of peeking servants and turning heads, eager but not too eager to learn the answer to the question lingering in everyone's mind-
-Why Odin of all damn people is in private servant quarters?
Endless blunt remarks of his loyal crows fill the air, interesting how they obviously contrast, scolding unlucky others getting far too close for their liking (Getting used to that nonstop bickering and annoying flaps of their feathery wings deserves a round of applause admittedly). Shouting in a voice you swear can be heard all across Heaven that the All-father needs not justify himself to weaker masses.
And soon, the crowd disperses till Odin is all that remains, looking upon reality like it matters little to him in that current moment.
Continues to stand moving not an inch, dead to the knowing world. Maybe he was ready to stay there for years, just for you. Ridiculous, but the determination itself is admirable, terrifying as the person it belonged too.
Holding, distant, stubborn on holy soil older than your great grandfather until you're unfortunately noticed; The only servant Odin made eye-contact within the past few hours, a small part of you immediately died in that current moment.
Caught.
Well, better to accept fate then delay the inevitable.
Furthermore, Odin never fucking leaves. Unless swayed by the heavy burden of his responsibilities to Valhalla, he is practically glued to you. Hip to hip, never behind.
Where you least expect him, somehow, he has unadmitted reason for popping up into your vision like a mole, driven by curiosity.
Coincidentally, in your most favored places. Including personal ones.
(There next to your bed watching you sleep, there behind you during your break, there standing next to you as you dust the priceless artifacts of the great halls. Wherever you go Odin is almost certain to trail after, turning this into a childish game of follow the leader.
Odin goes where you go, regardless of actually where 'where' is. At this point, you can only expect but never predict. Quick as lightening, an invisible thundering sound in the distance, appearing where most convenient. Your face sinks the moment his face enters your sights, you won't shake him off matterless of whether or not you really tried, both stuck together till night falls from Olympus.
(Yeah right, you shaking off Odin. No fool can ever dream hard enough to achieve such a feat.)
It's an unlucky series of unwanted occurrences that all servants know better then to suggest otherwise.
You swear, this is on purpose. But for what?
Pleasure?
Curiosity?
This torture of constantly hanging on the end of the cliff, not knowing if someone behind you is waiting the perfect moment to push. To see you fall down into the bottomless abyss. Thor and Loki had to get their tendencies somewhere.
You are fairly confident in yourself, even when it comes to dealing with the gods. You have worked for Olympus long enough that little to nothing surprises you anymore. You've witnessed aplenty things, from disasters to miracles, you have never seen-
-this.)
And Odin just...stares at you the entire time, much to your intense confusion and unbridled fear.
Odin grants no hints and admits nothing, an intimidating statue of a great towering godfather who can erase your mortal existence off Heaven in under a millisecond. Completely and utterly unpredictable, reeking of boundless bloodlust and pure fighting prowess. Won't take the unrivaled intellect of Tesla to recognize Odin can't be a bearer of good news.
He irritates the sensitive hairs on your neck, pricked up, suffocating in fright. His aura scorches you, a transparent brand of godly fire. Daring you to move out of line, defiance is forever intolerable in the biased eyes of the Heavens. You can't imagine doing anything to potentially earn his ire.
You have no intention of betraying Valhalla, unfond as you are about the gods, not that you'd foolishly announce that to fucking Odin.
Your conclusions are empty stales of bread, no meat and cheese, sauce, mayonnaise or mustard. No excuse for this argumentatively, obsessive behavior about following you like a shitty puppy. You can't guess why Odin is even here to begin with, why he bothers you with never-ending oversight.
Thankfully, Odin only looks. Just watching.
Seems merely seeing you just living is a newfound hobby for Valhalla's ruling god, whatever that means for you.
As deeply unnerving as his constant observation is, you suppose it could be worse, as you and your beloved nymph friends speculate. All you can do is wait for something to happen. You take it as a sign to perform your duties more perfectly, though it was more out of crawling desperation to live than inspiration.
(You read and carefully organize the ancient books in a quiet, knowing patience.
Counting the lively torches upon the grand Olympian walls, which ones are lit, which aren't.
Writing down assigned addresses, preparing for the awaiting visitation of the next Pantheon for Hermes.)
Non-blinking, holes burning at the back of your head. Analyzing the most basic specks and wrinkles of your face and neckline, fair hair whistling silently against Winter winds. Eyes of an eagle locked onto their target, dreadfully focused. By far the most scared you have ever been in your entire life, and that's saying a lot from a mortal servant of the gods. Luckily, it gets easier and easier to ignore. Silence seems to be Odin's consistent trait.
Odin is a walking blank slate blessed with legs. He does nothing, says nothing, and acknowledges nothing. Nothing but you, in the slightest form of a distant bat of thick eyelashes thrown in your direction.
You can't be certain if that's better or worse.
Apart from constant observation spilling not a single question, Odin hasn't raised a hand or tried to bring upon you any sort of harm. Made not even the tiniest peep across your numerous encounters. Done anything other than made you incredibly creeped out.
Odin is a constant, looming shadow. A curse, razor-sharp, an unpredictable element of nature. A sinking feeling of never being left alone in peace, sticking on the very edge of every corner of your unrest. That dark gaze is something no one ever forgets.
Certainly not you, a victim of that judgmental pair of golden ores, staring into your soul. Every truth of you naked to his eyes, like glass.
You still have no clue why Odin decided that you must be the center of his undeterred attention.
(Oh, you poor unfortunate soul,
If only you knew the storm coming your way.)
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Woah hang on, we got the Thor and Odin dating someone who had amnesia BEFORE they met, can we get one AFTER they started dating?
Headcannons: Thor and Odin w/ S/O who got amnesia after they met
AN: I like the way you think, anon 👀 so have this as a token of my appreciation. It's much more angsty than the last one lmao
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Thor:
It was perfect, your relationship with Thor.
Sure, it took you some time to get used to his family. Many of them weren't that nice either, but it worked out well.
Thor was happy with you, he found someone that he could trust and talk to without feeling the need to worry that you would use his words against him.
You both were in love and also had quite a stable relationship, what more could you two ask for?
And then it all changed.
Both of you were sent on a mission to Midgard to retrieve something for the Allfather.
There were a lot of enemies - it was expected. After all, something that the Allfather needed couldn't have possibly been left unguarded.
It was incredible how fast both of you got overwhelmed by them, you especially.
In the mist of enemies, you managed to lose Thor and had to fight them all on your own while Thor fought others.
You did quite well on your own, for a little bit, but after a while you were forced to use a powerful spell to kill of all your enemies. It was too powerful, and knocked you unconscious after using it.
When you awoke, you were back in Asgard, no memory of what happened.
Thor was right by your side when you opened your eyes, he fussed over you, but it just confused your mind further. Why was Thor there? What happened to you? Why couldn't you remember anything?
The lost look in your eyes only worried Thor more, he tried explaining everything that happened but you couldn't remember anything - not even the fact you two were a couple.
Your confusion only frustrated him, he loved you so much but you... Didn't love him back. Not anymore.
It didn't take long for Thor to fall back into his old drinking habit after you lost your memory. You had helped pry him away from drinking, but now that you had no recollection of ever being with Thor, you didn't stop him.
Still, he tried to help you. He would tell you about those you fought, the things you made or the spells you casted. Anything to help you remember. But each thing he told you only left you more confused.
You apologize to him, saying you don't remember those things or the apparent fact that you were ever with him. Your memory had snippets of your time in Asgard, there were also a few memories you had where you and Thor would talk, but nothing of you ever being his partner crossed your mind.
He becomes more stressed, more impatient, angrier, but he's angry at himself for not saving you sooner, for not telling you to stay behind and that he'd handle the mission himself.
And now look what it cost him, the only person he found solace in.
Odin:
Originally, Odin only married you because of the immense power you held.
Just like he did with his other wives, he planned on using you for all you had to give.
But then you did something to him. You made him fall for you.
He's so certain at first that you casted a spell over him, making him see you as someone he truly loved. That's how he copes with his emotions at first.
Then he finally accepts that he might be in love... And he honestly doesn't mind it after the initial acception. The two of you had a peaceful and happy time together.
But then, the mask and Loki came into play.
The kid was nice, caring too. And despite you being Odin's wife, he trusted you... To a point. When he left Asgard to clear his mind and soon returned to finish finding the mask piece, he still trusted you.
Odin then decided to send you with him to find the last piece, so you'd be able to keep an eye on him.
It went well for most part, your powers combined with Loki's archer skills helped defeat the monsters you crossed with ease.
It wasn't until the last piece had been found that everything went downhill. Odin joined you two in the realm to take the mask, but Kratos and Freya had ambushed you three. Loki had betrayed Asgard and escaped with his father, but before the three could leave, Freya managed to cast a spell on you. Leaving you unconscious.
Odin took you back to Asgard where you woke up with not a single memory of anything.
You didn't know who you were, where you were, what powers you had - the spell turned you into a lost soul.
The first time you saw Odin after the spell had been casted, you screamed. Confused and afraid of where you were.
Your dear husband tried his best to remove the spell, but it didn't work. Not even the best witches could rid you of the spell. Freya's spells always has a catch to them - but he didn't know what this one was.
Even if he did remove the spell, he wasn't entirely sure if that would grant you back your knowledge or memories.
You couldn't even use your powers, for you didn't know what they were anymore. You were a Goddess of great power who has been reduced to a mere mortal, or something like one.
And as much as Odin hated to say it, you had become a burden to him. And he the starts to remember why he chose to marry you in the first place, for your powers, but now you couldn't even use them.
You had no use anymore, but yet a part of Odin - a part of him that still loved you - couldn't just let you go. But now he had to make the choice...
Get rid of you, or keep the woman that a part of him still loved?
#god of war#god of war ragnarök#god of war x reader#gow x reader#gow thor#thor x reader#gow Thor x reader#gow Odin#gow odin x reader#odin x reader#reader insert
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Odin x (fem) reader
Plot: Odin discovers something interesting about his beloved.
Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, being turned on by Odin’s menacing aura.
A menacing aura.
Outside of the arena what was once a peaceful garden was filled with excitement, (Name) was on her way to find Odin and in the garden outside of the arena she found a small group of humans and gods.
Outside of the arena what was once a peaceful garden was filled with excitement, (Name) was on her way to find Odin and in the garden outside of the arena she found a small group of humans and gods.
The closer she came to the group is when she decided to hide behind the trees as she could tell they were fighting, and getting a good look without anyone noticing she was able to see who it was. To her surprise Loki seemed to be causing trouble with Buddha, thinking to herself that Loki was probably causing trouble and that maybe she could intervene since she practically raised Loki and Thor.
Since she was Odin’s lover.
However, there was no need for her to intervene as Odin and Zeus had arrived, separating the two groups. Happy to finally find Odin a small smile crept on (Name)’s lips and her heart was moved just to see him. However, hearing the “Stand down.” Made her weak in the knees as she knew Odin what Odin was about to do as she bite her bottom lip as she wanted nothing more to jump his bones right then and there.
Odin began emitting his menancing aura forcing everyone to desist with the battle, including Ebisu who had just made a threat. Everyone felt Odin’s menacing aura as the glass shattered and the place began to shake, while everyone was intimidated (Name) did her best not to moan a loud. Thinking to herself she truly must have been down bad for Odin if she was getting hot and bothered by him doing this.
Things only got worse from there.
Remembering a few hot nights the two shared as the place rumbled around her made that moan of her harder to contain and once Odin was sure no one was about to fight anymore he stopped his aura.
Loki sneezed but it was followed by everyone hearing a “Ahn” sound from somewhere. Everyone looked around wondering who made that sound, Buddha made a comment that it sounded like a woman moaning. Zeus agreed as he stroked his beard thinking it had to be a woman, and as everyone left to go watch the second round Odin walked over to where (Name) was.
Odin knew who made the sound.
“I knew you were here, (Name).”
Odin saw his lover covering her mouth with her hand absolutely horrified of the fact everyone heard her moan, the two ravens squawked in surprise as the figured it was her who made the sound. Bashfully admitting that it was her and that she was looking for Odin, Odin mentioned that he was going to watch round five and that (Name) should join him as he was going to watch in a private room.
Wrapping both her arms around his arms (Name) was excited to for the invitation and it seemed the two ravens were happy about watching the next fight.
However, Odin gently placed the birds outside and told them to come back in a hour and locked the private room door leaving the birds surprised and a little grumpy as the mentioned how Odin was probably spoiling (Name) as he usually did.
Although, once they heard a “Ahn!” Again the birds quickly flew away discussing how they wanted berries now, trying to forget what they just heard.
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Forbidden Love
PAIRING: Odin x Female Reader (Romantic) (Angst)
SUMMARY: Odin, disguised as Týr, is introduced to Kratos’ eldest child, (Y/N), and falls in love with her.
“When will those idiots get here?” Odin pondered. He had been waiting here for hours, tied by a noose, and disguised as his own son, Týr. “How long does it take to kill a few Einherjar?”–Odin laughed mid sentence–“I thought Kratos was supposed to be the god of War.”
A loud boom silenced Odin. Three mumbled voices spoke amongst each other as the door was opened. “Time to become Týr,” Odin thought. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus finally were face to face with who they believed to be Týr.
Why wouldn’t they believe they rescued Týr? Odin acted the part; he knows how sadistic he is, so he knew how to play a helpless victim to Odin’s tyranny. “I can’t show off my powers, or else they might figure me out.” He decided to play as a pacifist, to avoid being spotted in his lie.
“Where are you taking me? Odin has eyes everywhere…where could you possibly hide?” Tyr asked. Odin really needed to know all of their secrets. The more steps he was ahead of his enemy, the better.
“We’re living in the realm between realms temporarily,” Atreus said. Kratos made a grumble. “Sorry, we probably shouldn’t talk about it out here, with Odin’s henchmen around and all,” Atreus corrected himself.
“Of course,” Tyr responded.
After escaping his “prison” they fled for Yggdrasil and made it to Sindri and Brok’s house, hidden away in the world tree. After becoming acquainted with Brok and Sindri, Odin made his way to the broom closet. Out of his arms came Muninn.
“Muninn, I need you to be as quiet as possible and stay here. That way I can travel back and forth, understand?” He whispered. Muninn nodded and hid in a small corner. Odin heard Atreus calling for him and left the broom closet, back in character as Týr.
“Hey, Týr, this is my older sister, (Y/N).” Atreus was eager to introduce his sister to him. She waved with a simper on her face. Odin waved back, taken aback by her ethereal beauty. She wore the clothes of a spartan woman, despite the lack of battle gear. “She’s a great fighter, but not as good as me.” (Y/N) pinched her younger brother’s cheek for that comment.
Odin couldn’t believe that he hadn’t known of her existence. Just how did Kratos manage to hide her so well? And why? He didn’t put in this much effort for Atreus, even after the incident with Baldur and the two fools. Was there something about her that Odin could use? He had to know. The possibilities made him mad.
“I hope to become great friends with you. If my family trusts you then so do I,” she stated. Odin smiled and shook (Y/N)’s hand.
“This is going to be easy,” he thought.
As Odin spent his time there, he began to notice a strange difference between (Y/N) and her family. She was kinder, softer, calmer, even more delicate than Atreus and Kratos. Odin could tell she wasn’t a daughter of Faye, or else she would’ve been much stronger as half a Jötunn. “Excuse me, Lady (Y/N), but, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, how exactly are you related to Kratos?” Tyr asked.
She chortled in response. “It’s okay, I get that a lot.” She sat down next to him, holding a lyre in her hand. “I’m not sure if I should go into too much detail, since it is a personal family matter. The summary is, I have a different mother, a mortal one.”–she teared up at the memories–“She’s dead…along with my sister. I’m only partially a goddess, so I’m not very strong. To add to that, I take after my mother’s personality.” She moved to wipe away her tears, but Odin beat her to it.
“It’s been so long since I’ve met someone so genuine. I’m sorry for resurfacing such traumatic memories,” Tyr apologized. A part of Odin really meant what he said. But an even larger part of Odin saw how easy it would be to control someone as trusting as (Y/N).
Days went by of Odin and (Y/N) bonding. They cooked together, did chores together, and Odin even comforted (Y/N) when Atreus disappeared for some days. He hadn’t realized that he was starting to care for the woman’s life. Her kindness, compliments, and soft touch lured him in. Before Odin knew it, he was already playing favorites with (Y/N).
He almost felt bad about how he purposefully started the fight between Kratos and Atreus so that the boy would come running to Asgard. But he needed to protect Asgard. Odin couldn’t die yet, not without knowing where he’d go.
“I don’t know what to do Týr. I know that Atreus shouldn’t trust Odin, but I want to trust that whatever my brother is doing, that it will be for the good of all of us. I just hate that all of this is because of that All-Father,” (Y/N) confided to Odin. A pain struck his heart at her words. Why didn’t he like her speaking the truth? He’s not a good man and he knows it. He knows she couldn’t ever love him, and yet, that feeling haunted him.
“I’m…unsure of how to help as well.” Odin really didn’t know what to do for her. He couldn’t reveal his identity to (Y/N); did she even like him back? Would she refuse to love him if he told her the truth? Would he die by the hands of Kratos immediately? He knew the answer to that last question.
Odin would lock himself away in the broom closet, regretting all his decisions in life. He hated how his heart longed for his enemies daughter. There were so many reasons she wouldn’t love him back, and he hated that he wouldn’t be able to change a single one of them.
“Maybe I should just go back to that damn tree again,” Odin pondered. He really couldn’t be with you. “…unless. I could…just take her to Asgard after Ragnarök. Maybe even offer to marry her in exchange for ending the war, like I did with Frigg.” Odin got lost in thought, not even hearing Muninn’s reluctancy to the idea.
“She’d definitely love me if she got to know me.”
“Týr? Are you up? I was wondering if you wanted to make dinner together?” (Y/N) asked from the other side of the door.
“I’d love to.” Odin left the broom closet, wrapping his hand around (Y/N)’s.
- Fin
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Idk if the formatting will stay corrupted when I post this ask but it was mad regular when it was just sitting in my inbox?? but uh, Gods bless. I dont think I'm all that good at sub reader, and I may be ass at writing insecurities as I gotta be careful not to trigger myself lol, but I am gonna enjoy writing this thanks for requesting me beautiful (Also, I'm not much of a daddy person but I LOVE Master kinks.)
A/N: OMFG TUMBLR FUCKEF AND I HAD TO DELETE AND REWRITE EVERYTHINGGGG
I proofread like half of it yall imma do the rest in a couple days💀✋🏾
Fem!Sub!Insecure!Reader x Soft Dom Odin || NSFW lol || Breeding kink, Master/Slave use (ion know too much bout that dynamic lmao so you gon have to bare wit me), insecurities, and raw dogging (my staple)
Odin can't help but notice the slump of your shoulders, persistent ever since the other day. You'd gone to see Aphrodite for the first time, wanting to greet the entire greek pantheon personally upon your introduction as his wife. You left all smiles and laughter, yet despite saying it'd gone well, you possessed an air of sadness about you, and it's lingered throughout the week.
You sigh again, pulling him from his pondering. Your seat in the windowsill is backed by a view of the gray sky, ice cold rain pounding the glass. You have to be cold.
You jump upon finding your husband behind you, wrapping you lovingly in a thick blanket. The expression on his face is uncharacteristically soft, and in your heart you know he loves you... but why?
Why does he love you, when women as beautiful as Aphrodite exist? The lowest ranking goddesses glow with divinity, an inhuman shine to their very aura that you could never recreate. When you entered that room, you'd never felt more mortal. You were drawn to them, their beauty and grace calling out to you, leaving you with no choice but to gaze in awe.
You think you feel tears on your waterline.
How could he truly love you when surrounded by women like that?
"Women like that?"
You blink, feeling the warm tears slide down your cheeks as your face heats up. You didn't mean to say that aloud, by the gods. But it's too late now, and his simple question and deadpan face have broken the dams you worked so hard to maintain all week.
"Women like that! Like Aphrodite, like the other goddesses. They're beautiful my love, beautiful in a way I can't compare."
He tries to speak, but you rush over him, the snot filling your nose choking your speech and corrupting your voice. "How can you caress my scars when presented with unblemished skin? Look me in my eyes when theirs sparkle with such power? How can you even stand my voice! The goddesses of this forsaken place sound as lovely and hypnotic as sirens, even when their screeching at the top of their damned lungs!"
You cough, gasping for air. You hadn't taken a breath in that entire monologue. Your throat hurts from screaming, and at some point, you'd stood up and thrown away the cover he gave you. The cold air from the window spread goosebumps across your back, down your legs and arms. But it was fear that made you tremble, fear he'd see the logic in your words and leave you in the dust. Fear you'd walk the palace halls one day, haunted by the sounds of pleasure your husband brings out of other women, like so many wives here in Valhalla do now.
Your coughing dies out and leaves nothing but silence. Even your sniffling is quieted under his stare. The rain fades away and you find you can't even breathe as you wait for his word.
"I walk among these women everyday, yet you are the one I've chosen. Does that alone not set you apart from them?"
You blink at his tone– darkened with an unknown emotion, yet somehow still soft on your ears. His hand is on the small of your back, nudging you closer. The other cups your cheek.
"If you think yourself to be in a sea of gold, then you must be the diamond of the bunch. In my eyes, you shine brighter in your mortality then any divine being could ever hope to. Your scars are sweet against my lips, and your eyes as bright as the stars. Your voice is the one thing I bow to, my love, your beauty the one thing I praise."
It's silent again when he finishes, but you hear your heart breaking. Breaking for yourself, because how could you have been so blind? To ever in a million years think this man could do anything other than love you...
He chuckles, kissing your ear. "Say my name, Beloved."
Chaste kisses are placed softly about your face. Your forehead, your neck, your cheeks. And all the while you're crying, you love this man so much. "Odin..."
You try to pull back but find he's holding you to his chest. "Odin?"
"My name."
You blink, then smile. "Baby?"
He smiles into your neck, and you think he's having a rare cute moment. "Not that one."
Your smile takes on a confused twist.
Then, it hits you.
He chuckles again, this one filled with a bit of sadism.
"...Master?"
"Perfect."
In a show of heavenly strength you're transported from the window to the bed in the blink of an eye. As you sink into the bed, he tops you, fitting himself between your legs like coming home.
Your lips come together in a clash of lust and passion, the chastity of earlier long forgotten. Your hands tangle in his hair as he fondles you through your clothes. You could feel his hard on through his clothes, the familiar press against your heat filling you with... love?
Love... that's exactly what it was. You loved this, loved this treatment, loved to see your ever-quiet, ever-composed husband fall to pieces when he touched you. His stoic persona peeling back to reveal a man so head over heels he'd stomp on his pride in his rush to hump you like a dog in heat.
Hell, when he's fucking you like this, how could you have ever thought he'd leave?
Your right hand leaves his hair to help him tug at your clothes, the left sliding down to feel his muscles rippling under the skin of his back. He's finally gotten your chest bare, and latches onto the first nipple he sees, blindly working at the fabric to reveal the other tit. His battle-roughened fingers graze its peak, then pinch, hard enough to make you gasp and jump.
His tongue drags out similar sounds. Flicking the cute bud, circling it, right before sucking on it like it'd fix all his problems. Your fingers do away with his clothes with practiced motions as your eyes close, arching up into his touch.
You can hear him moaning almost silently as he kisses your chest, and you swear you hear him whisper, "Sweet."
You sigh at the feeling, at your adoration for this man.
He pulls back, and in the low light you admire the creases of his chest, the scars that litter his skin like stars in the sky. One hand parts your legs, spreading you open, admiring the sight of your clit twitching while arousal pours over your asscheeks to stain the sheets below.
His other hand takes your wrist to lay your palm flat over his heart. He's dragging your palm across his torso, over his heaviest scars, while rubbing electrifying circles into your clit. You tear up again as your legs twitch at the direct simulation. Even breathes turn to pants, and you feel your hips trying to rut into his touch. But your eyes never leave his. No, no– you hold his gaze and hone in on the feel of his skin on your hand, on the feel of realization like a new dawn in your mind.
"Do my scars horrify you?"
You can't tell if your tears are from pleasure or pain; the emotional kind. But they're pouring worse than the rain outside now, and you feel your nose getting stuffy again. "Of course not, my love."
He didn't mind the slip up this time. "If these do not cause aversion, how could your own bring you such despair?" Two fingers slipped inside you, and you gasp, fucking down on them instinctively. His thumb speeds up to match the pace of his fingers, and you pull him down into a kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, sucking on it and exploring your mouth. You kiss him back just as hard, running your teeth gently over his lips and tongue in turn.
"You are mine. You alone can see me like this. You alone can look at me like that, kiss me like that. I only want you–"
He smirks, and you think you're on the verge of cumming.
"Afterall, who else can take me so well? Who could look as pretty when I'm filling them up, watching my seed pour from their warmth? Do those goddesses beg like a good girl for me to stuff it back in? Present themselves as a willing slave, to be used until I've had enough? Until I've put a baby in them?"
Your eyes roll, your back arches, and the world turns white as you orgasm on his fingers. Trembles shake you, but big, comforting hands are working you through it so well. You rock into him until he pulls away, and despite the looming threat of overstimulation, you whine at the emptiness.
"Answer me, slave."
"N...no one, Master. No one except... Me."
You can't see it as your eyes are still closed, but he's smiling. Just a little, but it's full of more joy than a kid on Christmas.
A haze sits over your mind. His voice is the only thing you know now.
His thumbs take either side of your labia and spread you further, coaxing the juices out. He stares for a long time, unable to look away right up until his dick is so hard it aches. He forces his eyes to close, fumbling to pull it out. You both sigh when it slaps against your cunt.
"Please, Master... Cum inside me."
He looks up to find your eyes are just barely open and trained on him. His demeanor softens even more somehow, despite how out of place it seems.
"Anything for the prettiest girl in the world."
He slides in, fitting as though you were made for him. Your walls are warm and grip his cock like they missed it, arousal continuing to overflow and drizzle out, just barely able to slip around his cock. He puts a hand to your stomach, pressing down and make both your eyes roll as he feels how deep he is.
He thrusts– once, twice, rocking you, opening you up. From there on his pace builds to something fast and rough. Your nails drag down his back till blood is drawn, the pain fueling his manic humping. Screams of Master! Bounce through the air as he fucks you, drunk on the drag of his cock against your gspot. Your own hand goes down to rub at your throbbing clit as tears cloud your vision to the point of blindness.
When you arch, his hand is at the small of your back, helping you, holding you. Your bodies press together and you can't help but think, 'fuck. He's beautiful.'
You allow your eyes to close as a smile spreads across your face. Your husband is beautiful. So you are, you have to be,
"Beautiful."
Your eyes drift to your husband's face upon hearing his voice. Velvety and deep, and filled with roughness from his approaching orgasm. You laugh, a breathless thing. "You too, Master." You say, batting your lashes.
His chuckle is equally breathless, "'M gonna fill you up now, lovely girl. Take all of me."
An order, one you'd jump to obey.
You joined at the lips in a passionate kiss, your finger working your clit hard as the other hand holds the back of his neck. He holds your legs in a mating press and strokes deep, hitting your deepest spot before releasing inside with a shudder and groan.
You throw your head back as your own body freezes from the force of your orgasm. You're wracked by shudders and hear naught but the sounds of your own broken moans. You can feel him inside of you, spilling his seed for you alone to keep. It's warm, and you can't help but relax at the feeling.
Odin stays inside for long moments after, holding it in, before pulling out. You blink at the sudden loss, to exhausted to do much else. You let yourself be gathered in an embrace, lazily enjoy the soft kisses he presses to your face.
"In the morning, we'll shower. For now, we rest." You hum your affirmation. His arms are tight around your body. You have no choice but to sink into his embrace, sink into a deep, deep sleep.
Right before you drift off, you hear him whisper,
"I love you, my gorgeous wife."
You wish you'd stayed awake long enough to respond back.
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A/N: yes yes I know this and many other ask have been sitting in my inbox for months😓writing is hard okay?? And I am very very sleepy all the time. This was fun to write but god did I hate writing the smut. Ion know nothing about master kinks, I use them in my own lil way so the formal way is unknown to me😭but uhh, I hope you enjoyed, and requester if you see this I'm sorry🫶🏾🥹I love you🥲
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This was a extra request from part 1 of the Milestone special.
MILESTONE SPECIAL:
I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes
A sight left his lips as he saw his clothes approaching him. His eyes rolled as he saw your face coming out his big black vest and cloak.
Odin didn't know if this was amusing or embarrassing to watch. His clothes were absurdly big on you;giving him the sensation of owning you as you were practically disappearing in them.
On the other side you were dusting them.
-I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes-
His tone was composed as always; eyes piercing you.
You nodded with a bright smile -Eh, what can I say. They looked comfy-
The god arched an eyebrow -Comfy?- He then posed his hand on your back;walking beside you -If you're talking about them being comfortable, I can close an eye this time...-
He sighed;wanting to make you happy.
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