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You Are Not One of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 5

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AN: My sincerest apologies for how FUCKING long it took me to get this out. But just so everyone knows, I am trying to finish writing the ENTIRE story before I post but it is taking me longer than expected because of self control issues. So depending on how much I get written by next week I will either post another part or post the entire story. (Let’s be real, it’ll probably just be another part). But thank you so much to everyone who is reading and waiting patiently for me to get my shit together. I appreciate every single one of you to the moon back!

Summary: You go into hiding for your child’s safety and meet a kind young woman. You make the biggest decision of your life.

Word count: 3,026

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they are both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), giving your child away (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not claim to own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

In the aftermath of your announcement, you and Poseidon sat together in your little hut trying to come up with a plan to keep your future baby safe. You had both agreed that you could not stay here. Too many people knew about the hut, and you couldn’t risk anyone dropping in for a visit when you weren’t expecting them. You would have to go somewhere no one could find you, at least until you had the baby.

“I-” you paused, knowing what you would have to do but not wanting to say it. Poseidon gently rested his hand atop yours, threading your fingers together as you lay side by side on the bed. “I cannot keep him, you cannot either, not until he grows anyway.” You swallowed back your tears as he turned his head and kissed your temple, keeping his face pressed to your hair as you continued talking. “If we want him to live, if we want there to be no way that either of our peoples may kill him, he will have to live on his own until he is grown, until he can fully use his powers.” Your voice wobbled so much that you wondered if he had understood a single word you had said.

“I know,” he whispered, eyes closing as tears began to gather again. “I know.”

“We must disguise him in some way, as a demigod perhaps?” You posed, trying to push through, trying to force yourself to acknowledge that this is really the only way to keep your child alive long enough to see him again.

“Yes, as a demigod he will be able to live at Camp Half-Blood, he will be safe there until he is grown. He can train, and… he will be happy, I’m sure,” Poseidon’s voice quivered just as yours had and you turned onto your side, wrapping your arm around him and burrowing your face into his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin. He could feel your lashes against his skin and it tickled, but he refused to move away, moving closer in fact.

“Yes,” you replied, and both of you went silent. You weren’t sure for how long, but when he reached up and rubbed at his face, you pulled back. He looked down at you, a gentle smile on his face as he shuffled forward and kissed your forehead.

“I know where you can go. The beach where we first kissed,” he smiled against your head and you giggled, shaking your head, tears now dried. “It has become popular with people now, they have built cabins just before the shoreline. You can live in one of them, hide in plain sight as a human on holiday. If anything goes wrong, just walk into the water and I will find you.” You nodded, agreeing without a second thought. You knew he only had your best interests at heart. You would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked.

So it was settled. Poseidon would bring you back to that beach, set you up in one of the houses, whichever was closest to the water, and you would live there until the baby was born. He would visit when he could, though it wouldn’t be often lest someone find out where you were, why he was disappearing. The only things you really had to ‘pack’ were your sword, you would go nowhere without it now, and your pearls. They would go everywhere with you, even to death.

Poseidon kissed you, long and hard, before leading you into the water and off to your new life.

You first met Sally Jackson on your third day in hiding. You had finally decided to venture out of the cabin, desperate to lay on the beach and catch the sun at least for a few hours. You had walked along the water's edge, dipping your toes in but nothing more or he would get worried and try to come to you. You had walked to the edge of the cabins, whispering to your child, stories that you made up in the moment or histories of the gods that Loki had once told you with glee. On the way back, just when you had turned, you saw her walking toward you, or rather, toward the final cabin.

She was beautiful, in a gentle and effortless way. Her hair was brown and windblown, curling in the sea air. Her cheeks were ruddy from the sunshine but still smooth, and permanently pulled up in the hint of a smile. Her eyes were blue, a blue that reminded you of Poseidon, and you couldn’t help the lifting of your spirits. She wore a blue sundress, flowy and almost grecian in its colour and style. She was young, surely in her twenties, and you could only wish that the blink of her existence would be remembered.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” She asked as she approached, sandals in her hand, arms swinging happily.

“Beautiful,” you replied, smile brightening. “It would be foolish not to step out and catch the sun.”

“Agreed! One hundred percent,” she laughed, a deep and jovial sound that made your stomach tickle and laugh along with her. “Are you staying in one of the cabins then?” She asked, walking a little closer and standing by you as you looked out at the ocean (rather wistfully).

“Yes, just down the other end, the one closest to the water,” you told her, pointing toward your new home.

“Oh wonderful! I’m just here,” she gestured to the final, tucked farther back and close to the septic tanks. “I’m Sally, Sally Jackson,” she held out her hand to you, eyes bright.

“I am Y/n,” you answered, shaking her hand gently, watching her in awe. She may be human, but she was the best one you had encountered to date.

“How long are you here?” She asked, walking with you despite it being the opposite way to her home.

“A long time,” you answered simply, but when her face twisted in question, you laughed, and tried again. “I’m pregnant, you see,” you rested your hands on your belly though it wasn’t showing yet.

“Oh! Congratulations! That’s amazing!” She clapped happily, stopping to reach over and hug you tightly, dropping her shoes in the sand.

“Thank you,” your voice was small, clogged up with emotion. She was the first person you had told other than Poseidon. The only person you could tell really, the only person who couldn’t do anything to hurt your child. “Anyway,” you wiped under your eyes, “I am staying here until the baby is born.” She nodded along with your words, ‘ahing’ in understanding.

“That’s amazing, you picked a wonderful place. I would love to stay here before I have a child.” Her voice was wistful and you just rested a hand on her arm, hoping to comfort her in a way words couldn’t. You didn’t know much about her, almost nothing at all, but she was good, good to the core. You could feel it.

‘I’m sure it will happen,” you answered, and she just laughed lightly, smiling brightly at you in thanks.

“Well, I’m glad there will be someone else around just as long as me,” she began, and you offered her a look of surprise. “Yes, I’ll be here for the next year or so. I’ve finished school, and I don’t really know what I want to do. They gave me this place for cheap so I’ll stay here until I can figure something out, I have enough savings for it anyway. Not particularly excited to run back to NYC just yet, you know? I love the city but it can get overwhelming really easily, and I need a long break. So it’s just me and my thoughts and the beach,” she shrugged, leaning her head back to stare up at the sky, bathe her face in the sun. You watched her for a moment, the peace on her face and the looseness of her limbs, and in that moment you made a decision you knew would alter the course of history.

You decided that Sally Jackson would be the one to take your baby.

You waited until it was midnight, when only the light of the moon shone over the beach. Then you ventured out, over the sand into the surf, walking until the water lapped at your knees and when you sat down each wave brushed all the way up to your neck. The water was cold but welcome. The feeling of your skin going prickly made you shiver as you waited for Poseidon to appear. You met once a month in the darkest hour of the night, at the place where the water always met the sand.

You sensed him right before you felt his arms wrap around you. He pulled you to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest. He pressed his face to your hair, inhaling deeply and sighing like every weight he had ever carried was suddenly lifted. You smiled, skin suddenly warm and tingly, and you tilted your head back to press a kiss to his jawline.

“Hello,” you whispered, a dreamy smile on your lips and eyes half open.

“Hello,” he returned equally quietly, then you both sat there in the quiet for some time. Though time was dwindling, neither of you wanted to disturb this moment of peace. It was so rare to feel completely at ease these days, and you wanted to take advantage of it as much as possible.

Finally, after a long enough time had passed that you knew you only had a few moments left together, you turned in his hold and grasped his face in your hands. Your thumbs caressed the apples of his cheeks, your fingertips just grazing the edges of his hairline by his ears. You smiled, a small warm thing that made his chest feel a little too tight.

“I have found the perfect person to take Perseus until he comes of age,” you finally said, voice so quiet that for a moment he thought it was just a whisper amidst the waves.

“Who?” It was short, clipped, not harsh (because he could never be harsh with you, even if he tried) but worried and almost desperate.

“Her name is Sally, Sally Jackson,” you sounded so happy when you said it, like you wholeheartedly believed in this person, so Poseidon nodded and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“And you trust her?” He asked, caressing your stomach with soft fingers that almost tickled.

“Yes.” There was no doubt in your voice, not even a waver, and he could see the firmness in your eyes, the conviction that the fates had led you to this woman for a reason, for this reason. “I think you should meet her, just to see for yourself. I-I know it is risky, but I think you will understand once you meet her.” You sat up and turned so you were facing him. You had a smile on your face, a small smile of hope that he hadn’t seen since you found out you were carrying his child. He nodded, but he didn’t smile. You understood, you understood better than anyone else would ever understand, and you reached up and caressed his bearded cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbones as he closed his eyes and leaned into your hand.

“I love you.”

“I need to tell you something.” You turned to face Sally as you both sat on the sand just out of the water’s reach. It was a bright and sunny day, the sand warm and crumbly under you, and you dug your toes and fingers into it.

It had been three and a half months since you had met Sally Jackson and you had spent almost every day with her. You would spend days walking along the beach, swimming in the ocean, cooking with each other or just reading in each other’s company. To her it was the perfect summer, to you… to you it proved so much more. She found it odd that you didn’t have a phone, that you had never cooked before, that there were so many normal things that you simply didn’t know how to do. But she was sweet, and patient, and always ready to help you no matter what.

“What is it?” Sally asked, sitting up onto her elbows on the blanket and turning to you, eyes squinted as she pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead.

“I have not been completely honest with you,” you gulped, rubbing your hands together before picking up some sand and letting it fall through your fingers. She waited for you to speak, and until the sand had completely fallen through your fingers, you didn’t. “I am not…”

“Not what?” She asked, leaning forward slightly and staring at you with eyebrows furrowed.

“I am not… human,” you finally breathed, turning to rest your cheek on your knees and watch her expression.

First she let out a breathless laugh, the kind that huffs out of one’s chest and doesn’t sound sincere. Then she gazed at you for a long while without saying a word. Her face was serious, not a hint of that disbelieving laughter from moments prior. She reached out and gently touched the ends of your hair, a dainty caress, then she sighed so long and loud that you began to worry about her.

“You sound absolutely insane, but I think I’m worse because I believe you. It actually makes a lot more sense that you’re something otherworldly rather than a human. Like you said you’ve never cut your hair but how has it not grown any longer than that? You said you’ve never been shopping in your life but you somehow always have new clothes. And… I don’t know, there’s just something about you that doesn’t seem real. You don’t seem real.” You smiled sadly as she spoke, closing your eyes and listening to the gentle swish of the waves crawling up the beach.

“I told you because there is something very important I need to ask you. If you are willing to listen, I will tell you everything that has happened that led to my being here. Then you may decide your answer to the question I will pose.” You opened your eyes and watched her face as you spoke. Her brows furrowed as if she couldn’t quite understand what you were saying and why you were saying it, but eventually she nodded and you turned to fully face her. You sat with your legs crossed, hands clasped, and began from the beginning.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, staring at you as if you had just asked her to cut off her head and hand it to you on a platter. You smiled woefully, a horizon of tears trembling on your lash line.

“I understand, it is a huge thing to ask of a friend, even more than huge, but you are the only one I trust, the only person I know who will be capable. My child cannot go back with me, they will kill him once they know who its father is. I… I cannot let that happen, Sally. I cannot. He deserves to live a full life, deserves to know that he is the product of love, that he is loved. He will grow up to be a god one day, he will grow up to be powerful and to unite worlds, simply by being himself.” You saw the way her chest trembled as she breathed, you could hear each raspy breath. Her nose was running, her upper lip pulled taut over her teeth as she chewed on it. Her eyes were rimmed with pain and redness and tears and you wanted to reach out and hug her but stayed your hand.

“Sally… I understand I have asked the world of you. And of course you need not make the decision now, you have all the time in the world, until this child is born. He will be disguised as a demigod, so even if either world discovers of his existence, they will not think twice about him. You must raise him until he is old enough to make the journey to Camp Half-Blood. He will be safe there, and your job will be done.” You stopped and you swallowed, wiping at your eyes. “You may think me crazy to ask this of you, I understand, truly, I do. But you are the strongest person I know, human or god.” She stared up at you, hands trembling and face open in surprise. You reached out and grabbed her hands. “Because you have something everyone can only wish for. A strong character. A strong will. I know no one else who would do this as well as I know you would. I know you will be the best mother, regardless of if the child is your own or not. I know you will nurture them, protect them, love them. So please, think about it, ask me anything you wish to ask, and only then, make your decision.”

Both of you sat there for hours, not saying a word. Sally had pressed her face into her hands, breathing steadily, and you could almost hear her thinking. You did not say a word, just lay flat on the blanket and stared up at the sky, hands on your stomach. You caressed it up and down, whispering to the child in your mind, telling him that this would be for the best, that this was the only way to keep him alive. But this did nothing to dissipate the pain in your heart.

You felt Sally shift beside you and you turned to look at her from where you lay on the blanket. She had finally pulled her hands away from her face and had wiped her eyes. They were still puffy and red but she was staring out at the sea with determination on her face.

“I want to meet him. Your husband. Before I decide.”

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buterccup · 1 year

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Ocean child tears

A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.

Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)

It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.

And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.

At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.

And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.

"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"

"Has it started already?!"

"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.

You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.

"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.

"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.

"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.

"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.

Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.

"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.

"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.

The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.

Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.

Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.

The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.

"Who do they think they are?.."

"They're going to die!"

"They've done it now..."

"They must be important to be there but..."

"I've never seen a god like them before."

"It's because they're not..."

"Huh?"

But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.

"Lord Poseidon!"

You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.

"Father Poseidon! Papa!"

"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.

"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.

And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.

He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.

"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.

"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"

"Good...Well done, child."

It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.

The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.

"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.

Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.

"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"

"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.

All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.

"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."

"Yes, Lord Poseidon."

You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.

The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.

"Is he..."

"Oh?"

"Amazing..."

Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.

You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.

You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.

"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.

That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.

This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.

"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.

"GET UP! PLEASE!"

The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.

You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.

So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.

"[Name] wait where are you..."

"Leave them be Loki."

They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-

"[Name]."

"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.

You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of Medusa Alope Demeter.

Requests: Open

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roguerambles · 1 year

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Secrets in the Garden

God of War - Kratos x Female!Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. The Olympians being dicks, because they really take the cake in GOWverse.

So, I finally started God of War (2018) I know I’m so behind haha. I watched a playthrough years ago but never did one myself until now, and I haven’t played the original games in years. But it’s reawoken my love for Kratos, the angry disaster man.

I definitely plan on getting to Norse Era!Kratos, but for now I wanted to give Greek Era!Kratos a little attention. There’s a general lack of Kratos thirst and this must be remedied--

You hated the Gardens of Atlantis.

You had adored them once. You were a lesser goddess of the seas, not meant as a figure of influence in the games of power among the Olympians and their lot. When you were appointed as a handmaiden to Amphitrite upon her marriage to Poseidon, you had delighted in living in the King of the Seas domain, blown away by the majesty and splendour of the city. But the gardens were special, filled with flowers and coral, specimens only found in the deepest corners of the oceans that even the gods had never seen.

Amphitrite was a gentle enough mistress, but Poseidon seemed to find your enthusiasm charming, and patiently indulged your many questions on the contents of his garden. You had been embarrassed and somewhat pleased that a god of his status took the time to chat with his wife’s handmaiden. You sat with him at feasts and walked with him in the mornings, and he entertained you with tales of his exploits during the Great War and the antics of his siblings on Olympus. Soon you saw more of him than of his wife.

You do not know if it was naivety or foolishness or some trick of Aphrodite, but you saw nothing wrong with your relationship with the King. Even as he began showering you with gifts, murmuring compliments in your ear, his hand on your hip during walks, Amphitrite’s bright smile turning nervous and brittle, all you saw was your mistress’s husband being pleasant.

Your morning walks in those lovely gardens became evening trysts, the flowers and vines seeming to shift and move to become obscuring curtains, the coral turning soft and plush as any bed, the waters that flowed noisily through the gardens swallowing the sounds of you coupling with your lady’s husband. Even then you were oblivious, your mind focused solely on pleasure, everything else seeming distant and unimportant.

Poseidon moved your chambers closer to his, dressed you in jewels and transparent silks, spending his nights in your bed, murmuring he’d never slept so sweetly as he did in your embrace. All the while, Amphitrite said nothing. All the while, you saw nothing wrong, as though you walked some hazy, pleasant dream.

The spell did not break until the day Poseidon placed his wife’s crown on your head, the day he swore before Zeus and declared you his Queen, reality crashing over you like a cruel, cold wave, but by then it was far, far too late. Hera scoffed and drank from her chalice, Ares and Hermes laughed and laughed, Persephone looked at you with some mix of scorn and pity. Aphrodite smirked at you from behind her hand, her handmaidens giggling at her sides.

No one spoke of Amphitrite.

The Gardens you had once adored were a bitter place now, but it was the only place in Atlantis you were mostly left on your own. You wished you could reclaim the way you had felt about them, find some way to make them feel yours once more. But it was impossible.

Poseidon was on Olympus for some meeting with Zeus and Hades. There had been upheaval among the Olympians since the fall of Ares, but whether that was what he was there for, you could not say. The King of the Seas seldom saw fit to tell you anything that was not some empty compliment, or a pretext to summon you to his bed. You chose to simply enjoy his absence as best you could.

“…Your Grace.”

You glanced up. One of your handmaidens had entered the garden, her expression tight, her hands clenched anxiously in front of her.

“Yes?” You doubted Poseidon had returned already – his meetings with his brothers were long and loud, and he usually returned in a foul temper that shook the walls of the palace.

“It…” She peered at you nervously, glancing quickly over her shoulder as though expecting something to come running up behind her. “Lord Kratos is here!”

What?

You glanced up at her, startled. You had met the newly crowned God of War only a handful of times since his ascension. You knew him better by reputation, rumours whispered in the halls of Olympus. He had slain Ares in revenge for the murders of his wife and daughter, tricked into using his own hands for the deed. He was a fearsome warrior, a brutal killer, soaked in blood and ashes. His name was spoken in hushed whispers, on Olympus and Atlantis both.

“…send him here.”

She cringed nervously, but obeyed, and scurried away. You tried to think what Kratos could want, and you waited, toying with the helm of your dress. The doors quickly opened once more, and you looked up to see Lord Kratos enter the Gardens.

He was a striking man, in every sense of the word. Tall and muscled, his body a perfect sculpture of a Spartan warrior. His expression was cold and severe, his eyes sharp and piercing. You could understand why many trembled in his shadow, but you could also understand the salacious whispers. The Gods were as alluring as they were powerful, and nobody could deny Kratos was a powerful man.

Kratos said nothing as he approached, his frown deepening the closer he got. You cleared your throat, and forced a polite smile onto your face. “Greetings, Lord Kratos. Welcome to Atlantis—"

“I have business with Poseidon.”

You sighed, lowering you head slightly. At least you did not have to dwell on pleasantries. “He is not here.”

The Spartan looked even more displeased. “Poseidon sent word I was to meet him here.”

You had no idea what Kratos and your husband could possibly have to talk about. Poseidon had precious little good to say about Kratos, and you found it difficult to imagine him being summoned for a visit. “He is on Olympus, as far as I am aware.”

Kratos’s glare would have killed Medusa herself where she stood. “I am in no mood for games.” His tone was accusatory, and it made you bristle, somewhat indignantly.

“Nor am I.” You snapped back, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “Perhaps you misunderstood the message.”

Kratos looked vaguely insulted at the thought of making such a basic error. “I did not.”

“Then perhaps Poseidon simply wanted to waste your time.” It was a petty move even by Poseidon’s standards, but you put little past him. “You would need to ask him.”

Kratos’s expression darkened, and while you were certain it probably should have unnerved you, you found yourself admiring the Spartan’s profile in the light, his strong nose and sharply defined collarbones, the mountainous broadness of his shoulders.

“—I require the Shell.”

“What?” You were shook out of your thoughts by Kratos’s voice. He frowned at you, and you felt your face flush, startled at the turn of your thoughts. “Apologies, I…the Shell?”

“Poseidon’s Conch Shell.” Kratos repeated, his fingers flexing impatiently around his Blades – you noticed the movement rippled upwards, drawing attention to the strong swell of his biceps. “I require it.”

“…why?”

Kratos did not answer. He simply stared at you, frown firmly in place. You found yourself staring at the fullness of his lips, and by the Fates, you were blushing.

“Poseidon likely carries it with him.” You cleared your throat, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from him. “You will need to go to him. Or wait until he returns.”

Kratos muttered something under his breath, his expression thunderous. You glanced at the fountain in the Gardens centre, vaguely noticing the secluded spots Poseidon used to hide you in around it. You cringed thinking of those days, but Kratos’s presence at your back seemed to spark something. You found yourself picturing those warm, secluded spaces, the God of War between your thighs—

Fates—

“Are you even listening?”

You were torn roughly from your fantasies by Kratos’s booming voice. You turned to him dazedly, feeling yourself flush once more under his intense gaze. “I’m sorry, I….”

“I have no time for this.” He snapped, and turned abruptly, clearly to leave. Your eyes landed on his broad back, the exquisite musculature shifting with every movement, and in an instant your mind was made up.

“Lord Kratos, wait.”

Kratos paused, casting an impatient glare over his shoulder.

“Poseidon will return eventually.” Hopefully not for a long time. You rose from your seat, tilting your head upwards slightly. “You are welcome to wait with me until he does.”

“I have no time for—” Kratos began, his voice harsh, and you grasped the buckle of your cloak, tugging it open and letting it fall around your feet, leaving your bare body exposed.

Kratos’s voice halted, and you could not help but be pleased at the genuine surprise on his face, his eyebrows shooting upwards in a way that was almost comical.

You smiled, lifting a hand to play with your necklace, a spark of excitement flaring within you as Kratos’s eyes followed your movement, trailing slowly over your body. “Make time.”

For a moment, Kratos was still as stone. Then you caught it, the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth, the smallest crack in his perpetually severe expression. He turned fully and began striding back towards you, purpose in his gaze, and heat flared tight in your belly as he closed in on you.

“Wait—” You held up a hand, glancing quickly around. Kratos paused, his gaze firmly on you, and you barely resisted the impulse to throw caution to the wind and have him take you right there. “Follow me.”

Your handmaiden had not returned, nor had any other servants, but you did not want interruptions. You stepped away from the fountain, heading deeper into the gardens, Kratos’s slow footfalls at your back. You felt his eyes burning on, trailing flames over your form, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

You ducked into a small natural alcove, coral and vines and blooms sprawling inside. You exhaled, and the Garden sprung to life around you.

The vines tangled together behind Kratos as he approached, closing you both in the space together. He was so close now, the power radiating from his broad, muscled frame almost tangible. You wanted to reach out, to run your hands over his shoulders, down his chest and toned abdomen, sculpted to perfection, like a statue come to life. Perhaps it showed in your face, as that small smirk tugged at Kratos’s lips again, and you felt your face grow hot.

“You are still dressed.” You found your voice, lifting your chin high, keeping your gaze level with Kratos’s own.

“I am.” Kratos replied, simply, his eyes slipping from yours to trail slowly over your naked form. Your arms stuttered at your sides, reflectively moving to cover yourself, but you forced them still, nervous excitement beginning to crackle in your veins.

“Take it off.” You tried to sound as commanding as possible. You were a Queen, after all. “All of it.”

Kratos looked faintly amused. It was an odd expression for the God of War, but you found you rather liked the way it shaped his face. He did as you bid him, moving with an almost casual air, his armoured pauldron falling to the ground with a dull thud, his gauntlets slipping from his hands and dropping on top with a noisy clank. Kratos did not wear many layers to begin with, but you found your throat turning dry as his strong, nimble fingers began undoing his belt—

Sweet blessed Eros—

Kratos kicked his belt aside, his body now as bare as your own. His eyes met yours, his smirk more pronounced, and he stood tall and still, like a soldier for inspection.

“Do I please you?”

There was an undeniable note of smugness in the Spartan’s voice, clearly enjoying your reaction. You felt your face flush again, but found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the way Kratos’s body moved, the way he towered over you.

Broad shoulders leading down to thick, powerful arms, large hands that could break a man in half, strong, toned thighs, and wide chest, full pectorals your fingers itched to roam over. Muscles rippled with every movement, flexing and contracting in perfect harmony. His lips, normally a harsh line, looked full and inviting, and you found yourself wondering how they would taste on yours.

You licked your lips, forcing your gaze back to Kratos’s eyes. There was a growing heat in them, one that grew as they ran over your form, the sight igniting a spark of heat deep in your belly. Kratos possessed a brutish, almost cruel beauty, but it was beauty nonetheless.

“I don’t know.” You spoke finally. You lifted a hand, slowly, cautiously, until your fingers lightly brushed the toned planes of his abdomen. He inhaled a sharp, quiet breath, his gaze growing hotter as your palm softly slid upwards. “Will you?”

Kratos made a deep, rumbling noise. It took you a moment to register it was a laugh. His large – large – hand suddenly grasped you waist, yanking you hard against his chest. You gasped, your hands splayed against his chest, the heat of his skin fierce enough to burn. Something hot and hard and big pressed against your hip, and fire began to spill in your gut as you looked up to meet Krato’s burning gaze.

“Yes.” He answered, his voice a low, rough promise.

The back of your knees bumped into the soft coral, Krato’s warm, rough palm sliding from your waist to your thigh as you fell backwards. His hips slid between your thighs, his other hand stroking up your side, guiding you into place. You gasped and arched, the solid, heated muscle of his body suddenly so close sending a pulse of anticipation through you.

“Kratos—” His name tumbled from your lips as a gasp, his large, powerful body between your thighs scattering your thoughts in a sharp burst of flame. Kratos made a deep, pleased noise in his chest, leaning down to press his lips against the racing pulse point of your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, making you gasp and arch against him, your hands grasping his shoulders.

“Hmmmm…” Kratos’s body shook slightly. You realised after a few seconds he was laughing. You flushed, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. He hissed slightly, a flash of naked lust painting his face, and you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pushing with all your might until he rolled onto his back, you perched on top of him.

He let you, undoubtedly, from the way his eyes darkened deliciously at the sight of you on top of him told you, the way his hands roamed up your sides, coming to cup your breasts, his thumb teasing your nipple. A soft moan escaped you, his touch igniting your skin. He growled, leaning upwards, his mouth pressing hot, opened mouth kisses against your chest, and you whined, bucking on top of him.

His hand slid over your waist, and you felt his arousal, inches away from your centre. Kratos groaned, his hips angling, your fingers digging into your flesh—

“Kratos.” You reached down to brush your fingers against the sharp edge of his jaw. He startled, eyes snapping to yours, and for a moment you thought he might pull away. “I want to watch.” The words tumbled out, the pad of your thumb brushing against the fullness of his lip. “I want to watch your face.”

Kratos stared at you, frozen, his hips stilling. His grip tightened, almost painfully, but he remain still, something blazing in his eyes. You feared you crossed some sort of line, but before you could find words, his large hands were sliding over your hips, guiding you downwards, his hot flesh meeting your slick centre.

A gasp spilled from your lips, your back arched, your entire body quivering at the jolt of sensation. Kratos growled under his breath, his abdomen flexing and contracting, his gaze firmly on yours with the intensity of fire. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle, and Kratos snapped his hips upwards, filling you so fully and suddenly you cried out, bucking in his grip.

Merciful fucking Eros—

“Hold.” Kratos hissed through gritted teeth, hands, rough and large and strong, gripped your thighs, holding them at either side of his waist. His breathing quickened, the powerful muscle of his arms tight and flexing. You ran your hands down his chest and up again, fire spilling deep in your belly at the feeling of his body so close but closer you wanted him closer.

“Kratos.” You gasped his name, arching your hips, needing him to move, needing him deeper. “Kratos, please—” You caught the faintest flutter in his eyelids, the slightest bucking of his hip in response to yours, a groan sounding from somewhere deep in his chest. The cracks in his control made your blood boil deliciously, your hands grabbing his shoulders, squeezing as you pushed further against him. “Kratos—!”

“Hold.” He spoke louder and more firmly, pulling you roughly against him. His palm touched your face, firm yet surprisingly gentle as his gaze met yours. You startled, staring at him, his gaze locked on yours.

“…hold.” He spoke again, his thumb flickering against your cheekbone, the faintest caress. He said nothing else, but pulled you upwards, holding you so you were face to face, your chest flush with his.

Warmth flooded your cheeks, and other places, and You breathed out, nodding shakily, hands gripping his wide shoulders. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, his hips began to move, and a gasp fell from your lips as fire burned deep, every movement making your nerves sing.

“Kratos…!”

He growled under his breath, lips parting, his hands gripping your thighs as he rolled his hips, once, twice, over and over, each thrust sending lightning searing through your body. Heat, blazing white hot heat bloomed low in your belly, tendrils licking rapidly upwards making you writhe and cry out. “Kratos…! Kratos—!”

Kratos hissed, his back going rigid, his hips stuttering to a brief halt, before his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you roughly down, hips snapping up and down, fast and brutal, a deep, guttural roar spilling from his lips as pleasure began to overwhelm him. The delicious v of his hips shifting with every thrust, the muscles of his abdomen clenching with every movement. The sight and sensations made your stomach clench, and something burst within you, spilling flames everywhere.

“Kratos—!” Your voice rose to a shout, the world burning a sweet, blissful red, everything blurring to a haze has until all you could feel was Kratos’s body against yours. You threw your head back, a wordless scream of intense pleasure spilling from your lips as your climax crashed over you.

Kratos roared, his face buried between your breasts, his mouth hot against your skin, his hips bucking wildly until his own release hit, sending you both tumbling over the edge together.

You and Kratos made love for hours.

The rumours surrounding the God of War stamina had not exaggerated, and you were certain had it not been for your own divine nature you would have been utterly exhausted. Kratos was as determined a lover as he was a warrior, his sole focus seeming to be bringing you to pleasure, with an intensity that threatened to burn you from within.

You eventually collapsed into sweaty tangle of limbs, bodies aching and breathless, your head on Kratos’s chest, his heart thumping rapidly under your ear. His fingers trailed idly up and down your back, so idly you were not certain he was aware he was doing it. He said nothing as he stared up at the canopy, and you said nothing back, not wanting to break the strange, almost peaceful spell you both seemed to have fallen under.

“When will Poseidon return?” Kratos asked after a while, eyes still upwards. You sighed, and aimlessly trailed a fingertip up and down his abdomen, drawing nothings on his skin.

“I do not know. Days, maybe.”

“Hmmm.”

Kratos said nothing else. He rolled on top of you, lightning in his touch, his hips sliding between your thighs, and you both sank into each other once more.

Poseidon would return, days later, as you predicted.

He was surprised to find Kratos in his palace, in his Queen’s gardens, sipping ambrosia while you chatted pleasantly at him about the history of Atlantis. Kratos did not seem to be contributing much to the conversation, but he nodded along patiently, and Poseidon swears he almost catches a hint of a smile on the bloodthirsty Spartan’s face.

Poseidon had expected Kratos to leave, and eyes you suspiciously as he entered the Gardens. You smiled brightly and informed him Kratos had been waiting oh so patiently for him to return. He needed his Conch Shell.

Poseidon kept his shell in some temple or another, and bid Kratos should go there. The God of War simply nodded, and turned to leave the palace without a word to the King of the Seas. As he did, your eye met his, and you caught the faintest hint of a smirk, meant for you.

You returned to the Gardens, which felt a little more like yours once more.

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Hello~, I love your blog.

May I ask for Nikola Tesla, Buhda, Nostradamus and Quin Shin Huang x Freyja!reader. Mythologically speaking Freyja is the goddess of various fields and that increases with the stories, goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, magic, wealth and prophecy, she was an important deity of the Nordic pantheon, so much so that some stories consider her Frigg herself (Odin’s wife), also someone that even Odin himself respects and avoids angering (the funny thing is that in one story Freyja was his teacher to use and learn about the ancient seidr magic, and it is said that she is the first when choosing the souls of the fallen in war and then it was Odin). She was so beautiful that even the giants created chaos so that she would marry them and many gods wanted her.

I find it interesting to see Freyja!Reader have a true love relationship with those humans, especially with Nikola because of that as a goddess of magic and a scientific human, Nikola telling her how much he loves her in a scientific or biological way (and nothing romantic) and she it seems romantic while Brunhilde and others see them with a wtf! face 🤣

Plus the reaction of jealous gods like Poseidon, Thor and Loki because she is with a human, in mythology Loki and Freyja don’t get along but suppose here Loki harbors a love for her

Sorry for the bad English, I’m writing it with the translator, greetings from South America 😁

Hello darling, your English was very good, so no problems there. The only character I will not write for this HC is Nostradamus, as in RoR, he is still a child. I do apologize.

-Odin could count on one hand the number of people that he would never intentionally piss off, and he’s pretty sure that three out of the five are you.

-You were the only one who could get Odin to stop and listen to reason, and you were also only one of a few who could handle him in combat and who has managed to actually beat him.

-Your duties covered a wide range of things, from beauty and war, to magic and fertility, and so many more; you were considered one of the strongest gods in the Norse pantheon.

-Everyone respects you as well as desires you, you couldn’t tell how many proposals you’ve received of the years, from gods to frost giants, and everything in between.

-Many were cocky, trying to stir up trouble and cause problems for others, with your hand in marriage being the only way they would stop.

-That would not be the only way they stopped, as you proved, time after time, why you are the Norse Goddess of War.

-Loki likes it when stuff like this happens, as you always give a good show in beating someone else’s ass, Odin and Thor also enjoy seeing you fight, but Thor is more willing than Loki to join you in battle, to fight alongside you.

-When it was found out that you were dating someone, so many lamented to loss, so many in anguish that someone else had your heart.

Buddha- To Odin, Buddha wasn’t the worst choice you could have gone with, so he wasn’t too upset, as he could see how happy you were with Buddha. You were very balanced with each other, he was more laid back while you were always ready to get going or work, he would be the one to capture you and hold you down to cuddle you, forcing you to relax, while you always gave him a workout when you sparred, as the snacks you shared afterwards were always even tastier. You enjoyed being with Buddha, he was relaxing to be around, and the treats that he shared with you were always so tasty!

Qin Shi Huang- How in the heavens did a human manage to snag you?! The news had quickly spread around Valhalla that you were dating a human, an emperor, but neither one of you were bothered by it. Unlike others who would just come up to propose to you, he had seen you fighting and wanted to try it out himself, so when he approached, he asked you for a sparring match, and after another annoying days of proposals, his was the only you accepted. You easily defeated him, showing your strength, but his skills surprised you and you grew curious of his own fighting techniques. You bonded over battle styles, while drinking tea together, and he was like a child when you showed off your magic to him, which amused you and you couldn’t help but like this cocky emperor.

Tesla- When he saw you fighting, using not only a sword, but magic as well, his eyes were like stars, wanting to research as much as he could about you! When he asked to study your abilities, you accepted, as it wasn’t another marriage or date proposal. Nikola was very amusing to you, trying to claim that magic wasn’t real, trying to prove everything unusual that you could do in a scientific matter. You liked this eccentric man, growing close to him, as he was so curious, it was refreshing to have someone like him in your life. When you would tease him, pecking his cheek softly, wanting to know the reasoning behind his flushed face he would just ramble on how his heart was working faster due to a dramatic, sudden increase of endorphins. While many would stare at him like he had five heads, and then stare at you, curious as to why you liked him so much, they did have to admit you looked cute together.

-There were a few who were more annoyed than others that you were no longer single, many of them insanely jealous, especially of your choice of a partner.

Poseidon- He had been one of the men you had rejected many times, something that infuriated him, as you would be the perfect queen to stand by his side! Your reasoning behind your refusal was that he could never beat you in a fight, something he was embarrassed about, but he also admired you, you were so strong. He had a hard time proving himself to you, and now, for some reason, you were dating a human (or Buddha)!!

Thor- Thor respected you greatly, he knew you were a power warrior and even stronger magic user, there weren’t many that could handle him in a fight, much like Odin, and you were that person. That’s why he admired you and wanted the chance to court you, but he missed his chance, now seeing you with a human (or Buddha)! He felt like they weren’t worthy enough for you, but he didn’t want to anger you, as he could see how happy you were. Although his heart ached, seeing you happy helped with a bit of the pain.

Loki- Was a pouty baby when he found out you were in a relationship, with a human (or Buddha) no less! Loki’s way of showing affection was teasing you, getting you riled up, as it made you pay attention to him, even though you were with someone now, he still did it, enjoying making you made, it was fun for him! But he was still annoyed, as he liked you, wanting you for his own, but he wasn’t going to do anything that would risk you actually coming to hate him, gods no. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t happy about it though.

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Poseidon x (fem)! Reader

Chapter 2

𓆉Masterlist𓆉

Warnings: 18+, no minors, mentions of “pearl necklace.”

Night had fallen on Asgard.

“That’s really pretty, lady (Name).”

“I can’t believe Poseidon can actually romantic.”

The two ravens, Hunnin and Muninn, chatted about while on (Name)’s shoulders, all three gawking at the music box Poseidon had sent the night before making his appearance. The tune was rather soft and pleasant, it was a perfect gift.

“Should I give a gift back? What do you think he would like?”

“Hell if I know. He’s too damn quiet.”

“I’ll say!”

Hunnin and Muninn added in to (Name)’s question, all three thought of ideas from horses to perhaps making a small golden replica of all the olympians. All ideas were scraped, however in the end (Name) had an idea for a gift.

Nothing too fancy, but she hoped Poseidon would like it.

The next day, Poseidon had arrived on time.

Odin noticed his servants were intimidated just by the watching the King of the Seas walk down the long corridor. Instead of Odin greeting the well known visitor it was (Name) who did so. Granted, (Name) was a bit nervous about welcoming her second suitor but it was also thrilling.

Poseidon was as handsome as his elder brother.

Before entering the grand room, Poseidon told his servant, Proteus, to stay outside the door and obedient as ever Proteus agreed to do so.

Rather, once the door was closed and he thought it was safe to do so he placed his ear to the door.

Quiet.

Proteus wanted to know more than anything of what was going on, instead he heard the sound of a harp. Proteus wasn’t for sure who it was that was playing the instrument, however he knew that they were playing the harp with abundant talent.

The one playing the harp was in truth (Name), playing the harp gracefully while sitting down on a stool while Poseidon sat down comfortably on the classic styled sofa. Poseidon ran a tight ship when it came to certain things, only perfection would do and it seemed like the goddess infront of him was up to his high standards.

Poseidon also noticed that it was the tune that played on the music box he gifted her, still Poseidon was impressed with her talent which said a lot for the Norse goddess.

However, the longer Poseidon listened the more he wanted to go to sleep. Which, he found strange because he wasn’t tired when before hand. The Tyrant of the Ocean wasn’t aware of that everyone in Asgard had fallen asleep, from the servants to the lesser gods in Asgard. In a short time, Thor was asleep himself as well as Hunnin and Munnin.

However, Odin was wide awake.

The all-father was a little upset that (Name) didn’t warn him, knowing his daughter was essentially a goddess of sleep.

Once (Name) had finished her graceful performance Poseidon gave her a subtle compliment of “Well done.” While (Name) was eternally grateful for the compliment Poseidon wasn’t done as he told her she had room for improvement, although he did add that she was welcome to play at his palace.

Which (Name) was happy to take up on the God of Gods offer.

The next morning was certainly not like other mornings.

In good spirits, (Name) awoke in good spirits while humming a familiar tune. After washing up and getting dressed the bedroom door opened and in walked Odin. (Name) greeted her father only for Odin to pat the top of her head and ask what happened last night noticing that (Name) didn’t return to the palace until a very late hour.

Without thinking, (Name) told her father that Poseidon and herself went to the beach for a late night swim. Rather, she went swimming as Poseidon just sat on the shore and watched. Before (Name), could say anything else Odin muttered “Typical, he is such a stick in the mud.” Closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose to only say,

“Good morning, Loki.”

“Aww, no fair you finally figured it out.”

It was true, (Name) watched Loki transform back to his true self. In truth, Loki was always able to pull the wool over his cousin’s eyes. Loki and (Name) got along well with each other, regardless of Loki’s pranks. Loki had an idea that the old man was up to something, but he didn’t think his cousin would soon be accepting a marriage proposal.

A proposal from Poseidon himself.

While (Name) told Loki that Odin wanted to keep things private, While Loki didn’t see why the Odin wanted to keep things private he went along with it regardless. Besides, he wanted to know who wanted his cousins hand in marriage.

Loki liked weddings.

To say, Loki was shocked would be about right. Hades, the king of the underworld and Poseidon the Tyrant of The ocean had so far asked for his cousins hand. There was also three more proposals left.

“Geez, when did my cousin get so hot? What else happened with that stick in the mud Poseidon?”

“..Well, Poseidon gave me a pearl necklace-“

“So he is a naughty boy!”

Loki interrupted with a sly grin on his face and interest in his eyes. (Name) on the other hand shouted “Absolutely not!” While bashfully showing an actual beautiful pearl necklace. Loki rolled his eyes as all the excitement left him as he then examined the necklace saying, “Its a pretty necklace.”

“Did you two kiss at all?”

Loki asked with interest but before (Name) could answer Loki, Odin had opened the door. Loki greeted his uncle as Odin simply nodded his head to Loki, then telling to meet him in his throne room. Loki smiled as (Name) did what her father wanted her to do. Before doing so, (Name) quietly mentioned to Loki to not tell anyone what they discussed. Loki agreed to do so, however Loki wondered who the next suitor be and if they would be any fun.

(Name) didn’t get a chance to tell Loki about the quick kiss the sea god gave her last night, and perhaps it was for the best. A kiss on the forehead from Poseidon and a kiss on the hand from Hades.

Who knows how the third suitor would be.

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heliads · 2 years

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Proving It (Part One)

Based on this request: “Loki x fem reader where she's the firstborn of Hades, and she's the Goddess of Bloodlust? Maybe they all underestimate her, but when they're in a tight spot, she gets all cocky and shows them exactly how she got her title?

masterlist / part two

Loki tries not to lose his temper as he walks through the halls of the Avengers complex. Technically, he shouldn’t have to be here at all; it’s his off day, and he should be free to do whatever he wants, which usually includes finding a place without Tony Stark or any number of the other Avengers, and staying there until he’s bored or is forced to leave.

Instead, Loki is striding briskly through the narrow corridors beside Tony, only half listening as the man gives him an update on the scant few things that have changed since Loki was here last, which was yesterday. Loki is not entirely sure what was deemed so important that he had to come in that instant until Tony gets to his final note, which is the latest addition to the Avengers team.

Loki has held the title of Avengers newcomer for quite some time now, an honor he finds rather amusing. How is it that all of these other mortals can call him inexperienced at their job when he’s been alive for centuries longer than their grandfather’s grandfathers? He’d been taking lives far before S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded, even before New York was more than a settler’s dream. How then could he be less adept at missions than some of the others, who barely started at all this a few years ago? That’s practically a blink in the eye for a god such as himself.

Needless to say, Loki doesn’t entirely mind that someone new has joined the ranks of the Avengers. Perhaps now the others can stop eyeing Loki like he’s an explosion about to go off in their faces, or perhaps that will never go away, no matter how many fighters join the team. There’s no way for sure of guessing until it happens.

Tony pulls a crisply folded report out of his folder and snaps it open with a flourish, mouth souring slightly as he begins to read. “You might like our latest recruit, actually. You and Thor are no longer the only gods.” This, more than rumors that he won’t be the black sheep any more, piques Loki’s interest. “We’re not? Who’d you get, Sif?” That can’t be right, she’d never deign to stay with mortals, not like Loki and his brother have. Sometimes it surprises even himself.

Tony makes a face. “She’s not one of yours, Odinson. You ever heard about the Greeks?” Loki’s only minorly preoccupied with the fact that Tony called him Odinson instead of Laufeyson that he almost doesn’t notice the last part of the sentence. “The Greeks?” Tony nods sagely. “Ancient Greece, those gods. Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, and the rest.”

Loki frowns. “I thought those were just stories.” If there’s a rumble of thunder overhead as he says this, Loki thinks that he’d rather blame it on his brother instead of the possibility of someone else. Tony just chuckles. “We thought you were just stories, too, but look how that turned out. Norse deities, walking beside me and wearing leather.”

Loki shoots the guy a look, but Tony’s too busy laughing at his own joke to notice. “So which one is your recruit? Which god?” Tony’s smile starts to fade away as he considers the report once again. “Hades, the god of the dead, had a firstborn child. She goes by Y/N L/N up here. They call her the Goddess of Bloodlust. Her father was merciless but fair, at least. They say she’s worse than that, far worse.”

Loki raises an eyebrow. “How bad is she, then? And why the hell is she on the team if she’s more bloodthirsty than the god of the dead?” Tony shrugs. “Fury vetted her and he seemed fine with it. Anyways, no one knows how bad she is, because honestly, she doesn’t seem like anything special.” Loki blinks. “She’s the goddess of Bloodlust. How could she possibly not seem that bad?” Tony just shakes his head. “You’ll see when you meet her. Honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole ‘goddess of bloodlust’ thing is just a rumor or a gift from her dad.”

There’s a lot that could be said about that, but Loki decides to hold his tongue for once. It’s a good thing that he does, too, because Tony’s already reaching for the door that leads into the main living/working center of the Avengers complex. There’s a woman inside, one who turns when she sees Loki and Tony enter.

Loki knows that this must be the new recruit before anyone says a word. Who else could it be? When she locks eyes with him, Loki swears that he sees her eyes flash scarlet just once, the same shade of dark red as blood. When she flashes a grin, as quick as a wolf, and starts to walk closer to the two of them, Loki can feel his pulse thundering through his veins. He wants to fight or run or do something, anything. Y/N raises an eyebrow, as if she can tell exactly what he’s thinking. For a moment, it’s as if the entire world has been blocked out so it’s just the two of them, and Loki’s fairly sure that he wants it to just be him.

Then it hits him- this is fake. It’s an illusion, an aura of Y/N’s powers. Some of the Avengers had mentioned feeling something like this around him, like how he can tell when Thor enters a room without looking up just by the crackle of sheer electricity in the air. Loki takes a breath in and out, and just like that, the feeling is gone.

Y/N cocks her head to the side. “You must be Loki.” A flash of her eyes, and Loki feels that same urge again, but he fights it back. He’s used to it now, seeing it like it’s one of his own lies. “That would be me. You would be Y/N, then?” A smile touches at the corners of Y/N’s lips. “Indeed.”

Tony claps his hands together, startling Loki for a second. “Well, I’ve done my job. You two are introduced. If you need me, ask someone else.” Tony waves one more time before disappearing back down the hallway. Loki watches him go, then turns back to Y/N, who’s watching him with an interested smile. He feels that he ought to say something, so he does.

“It’s nice to meet another god. Usually I just speak to the ones from Asgard.” Y/N inclines her head. “I would agree. Usually the other Greek gods don’t come down to my fathers realm. It tends to creep them out, so to speak.” Loki has the vague impression that he is prey being eyed down by a hawk or something with terribly sharp claws. Y/N continues. “Although I have to say you seem fine. Evidently not all spells work on the Avengers.”

Loki manages a chuckle. “I’m a trickster, darling. I tell enough lies to keep them straight, even when they’re not my own.” Y/N laughs at that. “Makes enough sense. You’re the only one who’s been able to do that, though. I let it go after a while just to see what happens, and that’s when the others go from being scared of me to thinking it’s all just an act. I don’t think your Tony Stark believes in me all that much.”

They’ve started walking through the Avengers complex, a tour without needing to explain anything. “Tony Stark doesn’t believe in anything he can’t create himself. I don’t think he accepts that Thor and I are gods, either. Maybe just very tall humans.” A fleeting smile appears on Y/N’s lips. “Well, I suppose I have that to look forward to. You don’t mind showing me around, do you?”

Loki very much does not, although he says this in slightly better wording, something that will make him seem more impressive. He’s not sure why he already cares about what this goddess thinks about him, only that he’d like to learn a little more about her, and this is the best way to do it.

And, as it turns out, this is exactly what happens. He ends up staying for a couple hours at the complex that day, all to talk with Y/N. Over the next few months, she quickly becomes one of Loki’s closest friends on the team, if he’s ever allowed himself to call anyone here a friend at all. He learns what makes her laugh and what doesn’t make sense to someone who’s spent a great deal of time in the Greek Underworld, her favorite style of fighting and what she does in her free time. Loki takes it all in and doesn’t forget a word of it, just in case.

There’s one thing he doesn’t understand, though, and that is her title. She’s supposed to be the Greek goddess of bloodlust, the most wild and fearsome child of Hades. Yet Loki doesn’t get any of that from her, except on the first day. He almost gets the feeling that she’s holding herself back, pulling her punches both in the training room and in missions. Loki has tried to discreetly ask about it, but Y/N changes the subject every time. If there is truly something there, it’s not something she talks about.

Loki isn’t the only one to notice this, either. A few times, when Y/N has been away on a solo mission, the other Avengers get to talking in the way that they always do. A few hours in, a few drinks gone, and Steve is carefully asking how Y/N got on the team on the first place, or Thor is assuring Nat that most gods are able to easily outfight mortals, even if some of the Avengers seem able to hold their own against Y/N whenever they train side by side.

Loki doesn’t say a word, choosing instead to sit and take it all in. After the Avengers are sure that no one is coming for them, they open up a little more. Tony leans back against his chair, mentioning how the stories must not be true because there’s no way that Y/N’s actually all that powerful. Are they sure she’s even a goddess at all?

After a while, Loki excuses himself to leave. For some reason, it all leaves a sick feeling in the back of his throat. Sure, he’s spread his fair share of rumors, but he doesn’t like the way they’re all ganging up on Y/N when she’s not there to defend herself. If he wanted to, Loki could take a stand, talk about the sheer power he felt when he first met her, how he’d known that the strength of her aura alone rivaled even Thor and Loki’s.

But he stays silent. It’s like there’s a voice inside him telling him to wait, to pick his battles. Y/N has never liked it when someone else fights instead of her, and Loki knows enough about her to learn that she has that same streak of pride as every other Greek god, or at least as far as she says. He’s spent many nights listening to her talk about her uncle Zeus or cousin Ares and all of the trouble they cause. Sometimes, they share stories into the early hours of dawn, comparing Asgard to Olympus or Hela to Hades. It’s one of the only times Loki has truly felt at peace.

Besides, he’s got enough to think about as is. Loki’s started to hear rumors of a new mission coming up, one that’s got even Thor shaking his head and frowning into his cup of mead. In all the time Loki has spent on Earth, he’s noticed one thing for sure: if the mortals can’t seem to reach the heavens, they’ll create their own gods themselves. There’s been a rise of inhumans as of late, and a report just came out that a group of about a dozen of them just escaped from a HYDRA facility.

The hope is that they’ll either die off or defect to S.H.I.E.L.D., but Loki has a feeling that this won’t be easy. All the Avengers can do is wait for the order to roll in, the one that’ll ship them out to wherever the inhumans have fled. Then, they’ll do their best to take them down, and hopefully not get too injured trying. From what Loki has heard, these guys aren’t the usual easy targets. It’ll be hard, even for a group like the Avengers.

As it turns out, Loki is right to be wary- barely a week later, Fury sends a message to the Avengers saying one thing and one thing alone: It’s time. The Director doesn’t have to clarify, everyone else already knows. There’s nothing else it could mean, anyways. Loki shows up at the complex, greeting Y/N, who arrives around the same time as he does. The team prepares and ships out without another word. In the end, not even pleasantries among friends can save you from having to go to war.

They find the inhumans soon enough. They look a little rough around the edges, likely due to being on the run from both HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., but that doesn’t stop them from being absolute powerhouses. One of them uproots a nearby tree with a flex of an arm, lifting an oak taller than a two-story building as if it were a dandelion. Another raises her hands, and the ground around her erupts into flames the size of a car. There are many more, too, each with their own little gift. Loki grimaces to himself. This might hurt.

This, as it turns out, is an understatement. Despite the Avengers’ best efforts, they’re only able to take out three or four before getting backed into a corner. Tony Stark’s suit got hit badly and he’s down, Steve is getting an injured Clint to safety, and Thor’s busy trying to do battle with an inhuman who seems to have the power to control storms. Lightning strikes against lightning, and Loki can barely see through a hail of rain.

Nat calls over to them. “Guys, we need backup now! Either we go or we need more people to show up, but we’re not winning this by ourselves.” Tony shakes his head. “We’re not risking any more lives. This was our fight, we have to end it.” His voice is heavy as he says it; everyone knows that the Avengers aren’t winning this. It was too many at once, and there’s no way everyone is getting out alive.

Or, that was what Loki had thought until Y/N walks up. She has a hand pressed to her earpiece, as if she’s talking to someone on the other end. At first, Loki thinks she’s calling for backup, and then he hears what she’s saying. “Permission to stop holding back, Director?” Her voice is almost sarcastic as she speaks, like the whole question is just a bit of etiquette. A moment later, and she grins. “Thank you.”

Loki frowns at her. “What was that about?” Y/N turns to him, and for the first time since he met her, Loki feels afraid. “It’s time to fight.” A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky, and Loki swears that Y/N’s eyes turn a brilliant blood red. When she grins again, her teeth flash like a wolf’s. Somehow, Loki gets the feeling that something very bad is about to happen, but only for the inhumans.

Y/N turns back to the enemies, and raises her hands, palms towards the splitting sky. All of a sudden, Loki is hit by this sensation that he’s about to die. It takes everything in him to not charge into battle, to do something even if it gets him killed. That’ll happen anyway, won’t it? All that matters is going out well.

This same feeling must hit the inhumans, because they turn from pursuing the other Avengers and start to run towards Y/N instead. Loki steps forward to call out to Y/N, for surely she can’t take them all on at once, but she’s grabbing the two swords at her side and starting to fight. Loki falls silent as he watches.

She kills the first one with a single stab through the heart, the second by a clean decapitation. Another inhuman screams out a battle cry, and Y/N whips her head around to stare at it before throwing a sword directly through it, impaling it to the ground where it slumps, unmoving. Her free hand extends towards the nearest inhuman, and amidst the sickening sound of ribs cracking and muscle moving, she rips its heart from its chest.

Y/N holds the still beating organ in her hand for a second, heedless of the blood dripping through her fingers to the ground, and laughs. It is a terrible sound, one that crashes around Loki’s ears like the call of some monster. Y/N drops the heart, where it falls to the earth beneath her feet. She drags her thumb across her mouth in one brief motion, like slicing through someone’s throat, and her lips turn red from the blood.

It takes barely a few more minutes for the remainder of the inhumans to die. They all charge towards her in some sort of frenzy that clouds their judgment and makes their swings wild and useless, a madness that infects all who come near her. When it all ends, Y/N’s swords are dripping red, so much red that Loki doesn’t know if he’s ever seen a color other than it.

At last, Y/N turns, and begins to walk back towards the other Avengers. They shrink away, but for some reason, Loki stays. In fact, he strides to her. Y/N raises an eyebrow when they finally come face to face. “Well?” She says it like a challenge. How many times has she frightened people away like this?

Loki, however, is not willing to let her powers scare him off. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he’d say that it excited him. “I think I need to ask Fury why you’ve been holding back all this time.” Y/N flashes him a grin, and it is just as electrifying as any one of Thor’s lightning bolts. “Oh, it wasn’t my choice. That was just one of the terms and conditions of my acceptance into the team.”

Loki shrugs. “Well, I’m hoping it ends now.” Y/N’s grin settles into a satisfied smile. “Me too.” The other Avengers are staring, Loki is sure of it, but after a while, they begin to pick themselves up and head back towards the Quinjet, stepping around the fallen bodies of the inhumans. At last, it’s just Loki and Y/N. He’s not sure that he’d want it any other way.

Lost in the silence, Y/N looks up at him. “Why aren’t you scared of what I can do?” She says it simply enough, but Loki’s lost for words. “I don’t know. I should be, I think. But if you can trust me enough to ask despite the thousands of lies I’ve told, maybe I can love both you and your battlefield.”

He doesn’t mean for that word to come out, love. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure it was true until he said it. It is true, though, truer than most things Loki says. Whatever it means, Y/N smiles again. “Well, maybe I can love both you and the lies.” Loki feels his heart start to beat a little faster in his chest, but this time it isn’t just because of the battle-fueled adrenaline rush that still hangs around Y/N, heavy as a cloak. Before he can think of something to stop himself, Loki leans forward and kisses her.

Loki can taste the copper tang of blood on her lips, but he doesn’t care. The rain still beats down around them, but for once he doesn’t mind. When he and Y/N finally head back to the jet, Loki thinks he might finally have met his match. The Trickster God and the Goddess of Bloodlust. Who would have guessed it?

Maybe, Loki thinks, it would be him.

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Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol.4: Change in the Tides// Ch. 18

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 4,000+

Masterlist

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“Where is Triton?” You whisper to the maid by your side, sparing a glance out towards the entrance as the first coach arrives. A god and two goddesses you don’t recognize exiting the carriage.

Though even if you didn’t recognize the three, they were incredibly important. Incredibly important in the fact they were the first guests to arrive at the palace; Officially kicking off the start of the festival. It was your’s, Triton’s and Poseidon’s duty to greet them into your humble abode but…

…Triton was late.

“H-he’s on his way, My Lady. There was a little mishap. We are rushing—“

“It doesn't matter.” Poseidon states interrupting the maid. You are caught off guard as he places a hand on your waist, bringing you closer to his side. You once again can’t help but wonder why he had been touching you so much as of late. “We can deal with this ourselves. Have Triton mingle with the guests when he has finished getting ready.”

“Of course, My Lord.”

As the maid scurries off down the hall, likely to tell the maids getting Triton ready, you find yourself sending a glare to Poseidon. He didn’t have to be so harsh about how he said it.

“What’s with you?” He asks, seeming to catch your subtle glare his way even though he was looking down at the ground. You wondered if he had grown to have a 6th sense from that habit of his.

“Nothing,” You answered meekly, choosing to bite your tongue as the gods begin to approach you two, “I don’t know what you are talking about,”

“Tch… Liar.”

The corner of your smiling lips twitch slightly in annoyance at Poseidon’s comment. Of course, he wouldn’t let it go.

“Ah, Lord Poseidon! It’s been quite a while.” The visiting god announces as he walks up the stairs to you two. A bubbly chuckle rising up from his throat as he shakes hands with Poseidon. You can’t help yourself from thinking that it fits the god in front of you, with his large joly looking beard and staggering build.

“It has, Ægir,” Poseidon briefly locks eyes with the god, Ægir, before looking back down at the ground, “You too Rán.”

The taller of the two goddesses with icy blonde, almost white, hair simply nods her head in acknowledgement at Poseidon.

Rán…? Ægir…? You don’t recall such names in Greek mythology. You wondered if they were from another mythology. Norse perhaps, if you had to guess by their names.

“Ah and I believe this is your beautiful soon-to-be wife and queen!” The mysterious god says as he turns to look at you. You can’t help but freeze slightly under his gaze as he looks you up and down. He chuckles to himself before leaning towards Poseidon, “Much better pick than Amphitrite.”

“Ægir,” Both Poseidon and Rán warn. The goddess pinches her husband’s ear while Poseidon's hand on your waist tightens.

“What? She’s nice on the eyes.” The god got a harder tug on his ear from that comment.

You let out a small sigh as the couple in front of you as they argued back and forth in hushed tones. You swore these gods are just so bizarre….

“I greet the god of the roaring seas, Lord Poseidon.”

You find yourself blinking, Once, Twice, and finally a trice. The tension in the water had suddenly grown thick… almost icy in a way. It was only present for a second but you knew you had felt it. At first, you thought it was from Poseidon but he didn’t seem fazed or annoyed in the slightest, his attention instead focused on a group of jellyfish passing by. Which meant… it was coming from the immortal in front of you?

The goddess, younger than Rán and Ægir, with light periwinkle silky hair curtsies in front of you two. She was clearly of high position based on her clothing and elegance, but you couldn’t help but feel like she was lacking in some way. Not in a rude way of any sorts but, compared to the other gods and goddess next to you, the goddess in front of you felt of a lesser status. However, those thoughts of yours are cut off as she lifts her head and stands back up, her blue eyes staring back into yours.

What the hell…? At that moment, the words of Proteus—who you had come to know as Poseidon most loyal servant since he was a young being—came to mind. “Lady (y/n), if any goddess of a lesser rank holds eye contact with you! She is not only insulting you but challenging you!” So, was this what Proteus was talking about, was she testing you…? No, She couldn’t possibly be, you had to be wrong. No way, she would do that in front of an observant god like Poseidon.

You watch as the goddess turns her attention to Poseidon, a light blush adoring her cheeks as she looks at the sea god.

Nope, she was.

It seemed no matter if it was Amphirite or this strange goddess, you couldn’t escape from the jealous wrath of those who sought Poseidon’s attention. Honestly, if you weren’t doing this for Triton or to get back at Amphitrite, you would give Poseidon away to her. Yet, even though you think that, why do you feel so sour all of sudden? Like as if your own thoughts had pierced you.

“What’s wrong?”

Startled by Poseidon’s sudden question, you can only snap your head up and stare at the male; His icy blue eyes meeting your gaze. Seeming for some reason to think that if he stared into them long enough that you would finally answer what was wrong with you.

“N-noth—“ You turn your gaze away from the male, “Nothing.”

“…” You feel Poseidon’s gaze still on you but he doesn’t say anything. Instead calling out to the forgotten guests in front of you, “You have come a long way, Rán, Ægir. There are refreshments and food inside for you to enjoy.”

“Ah! Sounds perfect, I could use a drink.” Ægir chuckles out, giving Poseidon a pat on the back as he passes him by with his wife. However, the younger goddess doesn’t seem to follow them.

“Lord Poseidon,” The young goddess calls out, and you can’t help but find your nose scrunching up in distaste at the loving way she calls his name, “If you aren’t busy later, could I perhaps have an audience with you?”

“….,” You don’t miss the glance Poseidon sends in your direction before he responds, “…You can not. My fiancée is too busy with the festival to spare some time.”

You find your brows scrunch up in confusion at Poseidon’s answer before you can stop yourself. Since when did he start including you in on his personal meetings?

“Ah. Well…” You find yourself freezing at Kólga’s next words, “I actually just want a private meeting between you and I, Lord Poseido—”

Before you can even look at the goddess, You find your body moving on its own—as if your new demigod instincts given to you by Poseidon himself sensed the incoming wrath—and your arms wrapped tightly like a vice around Poseidon’s bicep, stopping his arm in its tracts in the nick of time. Especially as the blade of his trident was less than a centimeter from the blue eyes of the goddess in front of you.

“Insolent Wench—“ Poseidon spits out venomously, the water around you seeming to shake and grow cold with his anger. Kólga began to quiver, her face horrified, but she made no attempt to move; likely out of the pure icy fear running through her veins.

“Poseidon!” You find yourself screaming out, struggling to keep the stronger god at bay. You knew that she was likely insulting you with the hidden meaning behind her words, it was honestly quite obvious, but he didn’t need to attack her for it. It also didn’t help that you could see that more coaches and prominent gods have begun to arrive, “We have guests—“

“I will not tolerate—“

You courageously cut Poseidon off, “You will tolerate her behavior. Just like how I am currently.”

Poseidon’s icy cold eyes snap to your form and while he does put his weapon down, no longer threatening to pierce an organ, it does not mean he was done with arguing with you. “I will not allow her—“

“You will allow her!” You shout out, grabbing onto Poseidon’s hand that holds the trident just in case he decides to suddenly change his mind. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Rán and Ægir return back outside. Leading the traumatized Kólga, who you overhear is their ‘daughter’, back to the carriage; scolding her the whole way.

“No I will not!” Poseidon finally shouts back, the water moving violently around you two like a strong hurricane winds from his rising temper. The other guests—who have made their way out of their carriages—stay a good feet away out of their own safety, but make no attempt to turn their gaze away from the situation in front of them. Instead choosing to watch and whisper amongst each other.

Now, that’s not good.

“Poseidon—”

“You will not argue with me on this!” The furious sea god roars out, cutting you off. His blood practically boiling in anger and he finds himself unable to stop the words that then tumble out of his mouth, “I will not allow some insolent wench insult my Wife!”

‘Wha—“ You find yourself stumbling over your words, your body and mind feeling as if it was dumped into an ice bath. His Wife?! Wha—What has been with him lately? Why was he choosing to damage his reputation by defending you over a meek innuendo made by a goddess? “Poseidon, you do realize that I’m going to get insulted—“

“Then, they are asking for a death wish. I will not allow you to be insulted.” Poseidon venomously spits out. You wondered if he could even hear the whispers from the growing crowd of guests near you two. Ones about you; how stupid you were to challenge the sea god’s decision, how you were much too weak, how you were just some meek worthless human.

Shit. You feel a large lump settle its way in your throat.

“P-Poseidon… I’m a human so I— Don’t!” You say, accentuating the last part as he attempts to cut you off again. You were getting tired of arguing with the god in front of you. So tired, “Poseidon, I’m a human! I might now be a Demigod but I was a human and am still considered one by many of your kind! Hell, you have been calling me ‘human’ up till a couple weeks ago.”

Your eyes downcast a little and you feel your lips twitch slightly into a growing frown, “It doesn’t matter what status I am. I will be insulted for who I am. I’m sure the guests around us are whispering about me as we speak…”

At that, Poseidon’s gaze snaps to the crowd around you two, shutting all the guests up instantly.

“…And you… Poseidon…” For some reason you find yourself suddenly getting choked up, “…Poseidon, you can’t help me with that, I have to learn to deal with it.”

Even though you can no longer hear the guest talk about you, the silence once you finish is overwhelming and you can’t find it to look at Poseidon. Instead your gaze is downcasted onto his suit jacket and even that is too stressful. Damn, how embarrassing.

“(Y/n)—“ You suddenly can’t find it in you to listen to Poseidon’s response.

“I’m sorry. I-I.. I have to go.” Hurriedly, you grab a bit of your dress so it doesn’t get caught on your heels and begin to make your way inside. As you leave you can’t help but hear Hades and Zeus’ voice. They seem to be addressing Poseidon but you don’t bother to listen.

Damn it. Damn it.

“My Lady?” You hear one of the servants call as you pass by them, but you don’t stop and wait instead hurriedly fleeing away. After a while and eventually escaping the servants, you tuck yourself into the closest unoccupied room you could find and lock the door. Even though the room is old and filled to the brim with sea moss covered shelves and books, you collapse down onto the floor.

“What are you doing…” You can’t help but mutter to yourself, tucking your face into your knees, “You shouldn’t be doing this. You're supposed to be a queen soon for crying out loud…”

No, no you weren’t…, you can’t help but think to yourself. You… you were supposed to be an Art student, taking a trip abroad in Greece. Trying… just trying something new.

Well… you got something new. Yeah, that’s for sure.

But…

You just aren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be queen. You weren’t meant to marry Poseidon. Nor were you to be a replacement for Amphitrite.

Yet, what were you…? If you aren’t what you were supposed to be in the human realm and now not in the realm of the gods either. Then what are you?

“…As a former Nymph, where my kind is often taken advantage of by gods just like humans, I beg of you. Do not. Follow. Zeus’. Plan. It will surely get you killed. To him, if you die, He will simply take another human or some other god to take your place. All he wants is Amphitrite off the throne.”

Scylla words resound in your mind. The tone and the look in her eyes now seemed much more real. Much more prevalent to you. Just… what were you thinking…? This wasn’t some fairytale. Why did you take this sort of gamble?

“Lost in thought?”

Startled by the new voice, you whip your head around. How and when did someone get in here? However, your eyes soon soften once you see who it is.

“Persephone…” You say out to Hades’ wife in front of you, “I’m… I’m sorry about what happened outside—“

“Don’t go apologizing,” Persephone sighs out, rubbing the back of her neck as she takes a seat next to you on the mossy tiles, “…and I’m not saying that out of that stupid premise that ‘gods shouldn’t apologize’.”

Persephone seemed lost in thought for a moment as she looked at you. Almost as if looking at you reminded her of something. Or, perhaps, someone.

“You…” Persephone seemed to take a pause. “You aren’t okay, Are you?”

“…Of…” For some reason you laugh and you can't help but wonder if you have gone insane, “Of course not…I…”

“…I haven’t been okay for a while.”

“You haven’t been okay for a while.”

You stare at Persephone in confusion as she simultaneously says what you say. How did she know?

As if knowing what you were thinking Persephone answers, “Even though I was born as a Goddess, my mother had me live in the Human realm. I never knew why, but then again I never truly asked. I loved the human realm and everything about it. It was…”

Persephone pauses as she thinks, “…my home. Yet, also in a way not… I still couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t truly…truly belong.”

“Then…” Persephone eyes gloss over. Not as if she was about to cry. No. It was more as if she had lost herself to her thoughts. As if she was going back to experience what she was saying, “Then that fateful day. I truly remembered it like it was yesterday. Hades showed up….and the next thing I knew…I was in—”

Snapping out of it, Persephone looks at you. “I…I'm sure you know the rest of my story.”

“Yeah…” You can’t help but turn your gaze away from Persephone’s. Instead look out to the mossy covered bookshelves. Some now covered in colorful sea plants that had grown in Persephone’s spring-like presence.

“(Y/n),” Persephone calls out, slowly you turn your head back to look at her, “Do you know why I only ate six pomegranate seeds instead of the full twelve?”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “I…I don’t know. Why?”

“Because I felt I would lose myself either way.” Persephone answers, her gaze piercing into yours to make sure you got her message, “I had grown to the point where I couldn’t live with Hades. Sure, I wasn’t sure if I ‘loved’ him yet but…”

Persephone gives you a knowing look, “…You know.”

Confused at what she was getting at, you give Persephone a look but she rolls her eyes. Muttering a small ‘you’ll figure yourself out soon’ before continuing, “Yet, even if I wanted to stay with Hades…in hell. I just…”

Persephone seemed to struggle over her words, “I was… losing myself, you know? I was to become the queen of the underworld and that’s…”

You can’t help but flinch as Persephone lightly grabs ahold of your hand, “…It was a lot for me. I had gone from a small valley goddess to queen. It was way too much… way too fast.”

Silence pierces the air as Persephone grows quiet and you allow her words to sink in. You… you had been losing yourself. Paperwork, finances, being lady of the household, playing the part of Poseidon’s wife…

Since when…

Since when did you let yourself be… yourself? Painting or sketching for hours on end, enjoying a nice drink inside on a rainy day, people watching… or even spending some quality time with Triton.

It…has been a while. Way too long.

“(Y/n),” You snap your head up as Persephone finally speaks again, “Now I ain’t telling you to go eat 6 pomegranate, or whatever fruit grows on the seafloor, seeds to only spend 6 months with your husband like I did. But… you have to be yourself. You owe it to yourself to do that much and if Poseidon doesn’t like that…”

“Ack!” You are startled as an unknown hand slaps you on the back and pulls you close.

“…Big brother Hades will take care of that idiot for you.”

“Since…” You look up at the underworld god in confusion, some strands of hair falling in your face as you do so, “Since… When did you get here Hades?”

“Just at the end.” Hades responds, letting you out of his grasp or at least you think so until he drapes his arm across your shoulder, “It took a while to get away from Poseidon and to not have him follow me.”

“Follow you?” You can’t help but question, confused on what Hades was talking about.

“Well, my younger brother sort of wanted to follow you after you walked away but Zeus and I had to force him to stop from doing so. He then somehow, being the cheeky shit he is, figured out that you were most likely with Persephone and the bastard tried to tail me.” Hades exclaimed, seeming to get more and more frustrated as he yapped on.

“Poseidon was…looking for me?” You mumble out, more so to yourself then the other two. Why was he doing that? Why was he looking for you? Well, it is likely that it’s because… you embarrassed him, “He’s going to give me a really big earful once he finds me.”

“An earful?” Persephone repeats, having heard you, “Like scold you? Why would Poseidon scold you?”

“Well, I did sort of embarrass him in front of all those gods and goddesses.”

“Wha—“ Persephone looked even more confused now, “(Y/n), Poseidon was defending you. You’re his wife after all and he loves—.”

“Poseidon doesn’t.” You couldn’t help yourself. Even though you have lied and faked it to everyone up until this point you couldn’t hide it from Persephone. Not to the goddess that had helped you in a way she didn’t have to, “A-A Contract. Poseidon and I had an agreement to get married. It wasn't because we—”

“A contract?!” Hades butted in, his earring jingling as his head snapped toward you, “Like a physical contract?”

“No, it—“ You take a pause as you think, “It was Zeus’ plan. Zeus wanted me in the manor to seduce Poseidon, I didn’t want to of course and was highly against it, but at the same time Zeus was pushing Poseidon to marry me to get Amphitrite out of the throne. Eventually, I guess Poseidon warmed up to the idea and tried to get me to sign a marriage document. I told him no and—“

You are startled as you hear a thundering crack and pause your explanation. “Those two bumbling idiots.”

“Hades.” Persephone warns, grabbing ahold of your arm just in case. After a minute and hushed whispers between the two, Persephone speaks again, “Please continue (y/n).”

“Well…” You take a nervous gulp before you continue. Honestly it felt like you were back being human again. Spilling your guts out to the two beings next of you. You told them everything. Even going back to the beginning. From first meeting Zeus and Triton. Taking care of Triton. Marissa and her demise. Poseidon saving you. You staying at the castle. The agreement. Poseidon giving you ambrosia and how he spontaneously took you to bed. How weird the sea god has been acting lately. Everything… you told them everything.

“Hades, I swear to god.” Persephone curses as Hades takes his arm off your shoulder and goes to stand up. However, before she could stop him, the underworld god was already gone. Sighing, Persephone sits back down and holds you close. “(Y/n), please don’t take Hades the wrong way. He’s not mad at you, he’s mad at his brothers right now.”

“It’s…” Your voice croaks a little from exhaustion and you find yourself sinking in Persephone’s hold, “It’s okay. I sort of figured.”

“(Y/n), I…” Persephone seems to stop all of sudden and you can hear her gnawing at her lip as she thinks. Even through your tiredness you can’t help but wonder what has her so anxious all of sudden. However, before you can even ask, she answers your thoughts for you. “…I’m not sure… No, I know you don’t want to hear this now but I feel like you should. No matter if this hurts you or changes you. You… should now.”

“Wha…” You blink for a moment and lift yourself off of Persephone. Newfound strength and energy bursting through you as your veins pump out a new shot of adrenaline. Nervously, you let out a small laugh, “Persephone… what… what are you talking about?”

However the goddess doesn’t respond. For the first time ever turning her gaze away from yours.

“You’ve been wondering why Poseidon’s been acting so weird recently, right? With the touching, the possessiveness, how he is acting…”

Hesitantly, you answer, “Yeah…? What about that?”

Once again the goddess of spring, The queen of the underworld, doesn’t meet your gaze. It made you… extremely nervous.

“Persephone… you’re scaring me.” You choke out, your voice shaking as you speak, “What’s wrong? What does Poseidon acting so strangely have to do with me?”

Finally Persephone meets your gaze. Except it doesn’t make you feel better, it makes you feel worse.

“(Y/n), I think Poseidon is acting that way because…” You can’t help but feel your breath shudder at Persephone’s next three words. As if your body just collapsed and fell limp on the inside. The only thing still working being your eyes that stay trained on Persephone’s expression. Her pitiful and worried eyes staring back at you.

“…he loves you.”

Who knew three simple words could break apart someone so easily.

Author Note: Hey everyone I’m back from college! 🎉🎉 I’m not sure how long I’ll be back but hopefully a while until spring semester 🥲🥲. I’m so glad to update this series again and also thank you all for the check in messages you guys sent. Sorry I didn’t post anything, you see I’m a journalism/film major so I have to write a lottttt all the time and was too exhausted with college story writing to update. I also didn’t know when I would be back and I didn’t want to give false hope. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter it was so fun to write the characters again. I totally did not binge watch ROR and read my fanfics again just to write this correct haha. Also I don’t know what my posting schedule will be like now that I’m back since I want to visit friends and family but I’m at least planning to post like how I previous did on Tuesdays and Thursdays (at the very least on Tuesday).

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Lady of mischief- Part five

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

One week later and you found yourself at a sea cliff on Asgard’s largest known bay. You’d brought Henna with you, just like every other day since you got officially banished. Now you couldn’t stand being in the castle and spent almost every waking hour in the city, avoiding the royal family at all cost. Odin even demanded you ate breakfast with them since you were an honored guest but of course you never showed.

Zeus left the day after the banquet and not a word from your parents. They probably didn’t even blink the second he told them their daughter had been locked in with an entire castle of self-centered gods.

“Gods are assholes!” You threw a rock at the size of a basketball into the water and glared at the splash, secretly hoping your father Poseidon would sense it and feel guilt. That was impossible, of course. A Greek god holds no power at the realm of Norse gods.

“My lady, you’re a god.” Henna stayed seated at a comfy rock she found the first day coming to the cliff. She said it was the perfect fit for her to relax her always perfect posture without sloping. You always told her you don’t care if she sloped at non-formal occasions.

“Yes, Henna. Me included.” You were just surprised she didn’t faint because you used such a mundane word, a thing you picked up from the humans on a visit once.

“I can’t stop thinking about what I said to the prince. It was a decade ago, yes, but he still remembers it. Probably thinks about it every time he sees me!” You tried to concentrate on the real reason you were here. To practice. You’d never win anyone’s respect if you couldn’t control your powers. You started with the hardest, the sea; a force that doesn’t want to be tamed.

A pulsing body of water drove up from the sea and flew in front of you. The goal was to force it into a perfect shaped globe, forcing the sea to obey so thoroughly. To your luck the liquid started obeying your wish when you put all your concentration to use. Almost a solid globe. You’d only need a few more seconds to-

“And I’ve already said you should apologize to him. Who knows, you two might hug it out and the next thing you know you wake up naked in his chambers the next day.”

The almost globe burst into millions of droplets and salt burned in your eyes at the shock. Your vision blurred out and you coughed on the water that went down your airways. Heat went to your cheeks and you looked down at your soaked clothes.

“Goodness, Henna! You’ve spent too much time with the Asgardian maids.

You can’t say stuff like that!” Your voice was still faint from the couching as you scolded her. You had to put your focus to use once again to extract the water into fine droplets hanging midair in front of you. The dress was far too pretty to get stained with saltwater. The jewelry looked surreal in the light the dress radiated. Every thread of the fabric seemed to be created of pure shining starlight or liquid diamond. The dress held the beauty of a thousand stars.

No one knew where it appeared from, however. You had your own guess, of course. It laid neatly folded on your work desk one afternoon and if it was the first born prince, he would’ve left some grand note with it as well. The dress just laid there in absence of anyone claiming the rights. An apology for sure.

“Well, you said asshole if I’m not mistaken.” There it was. Henna cleared her throat as a sign to drop the subject but you knew she had a big smirk on her lips. You didn’t want to turn around to confirm it.

“Let’s try again, my lady. Why don’t you try claiming the entire wave coming right there?”

You analyzed the wave and realized what Henna was asking. The size of it was huge and it would surely crash into the cliff side underneath you. Your job was to stop that impact and lift it up to your level.

It was dead silent as you waited for the wave to arrive. With a last big engaging try you felt the power of the sea surging through you. Blocking the impact of the wave lashing itself forwards was similar feeling to getting that same wave right in the face like a wall of bricks. But it was not in vain. The water started to rise to the cliff you stood on and you had to replace your feet for a better stance. Every second the sea threatened to leash out of your hold.

“How mighty.” A soothing voice, yet laced with viciousness, appeared only a hot breath away from your ear and you screamed.

The scent of new books hit you too late and the wave had already been unleashed on the threat behind you. The water had devided around your frame, covering Henna and Loki from head to toe in seawater without showing mercy. The sea held no mercy. Right…

A moment of silence and Loki still had his eyes tightly shut, his entire body frozen in place. He’d been less than an inch from you and you hadn’t noticed. He was still less than an inch from your bodies touching.

He slowly went to wipe one of his eyes clean of water and tasted the layer of salt glancing his lips. You cursed yourself for noticing the shameful way his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Did he take the warm weather with him somehow or why was it suddenly growing hot again? And why did he look so different with the drenched clothes hugging his frame, hair slicked back. The dripping from the each strand fell and caressed the heavy outline of his collarbones.

What were you even thinking about. He must’ve done something. A spell of some sort.

“That was unnecessary.” He said it as simple as ever and it made you grit your teeth.

Stop staring at his abs, dammit!, you thought.

It had to be a spell. This couldn’t be real.

“Why are you here?” You weren’t prepared for this. He was supposed to be on a mandatory meeting right now. Did he just right up ditch that?

“You’re no fun… I came with a proposition.”

“Of what sorts?” You eyed him with careful detail, trying to sense a trick of some sort. His gaze lingered on your appearance a little too long from what seemed appropriate. It was a thorough scan up and down and the soul behind the eyes held a strange glow. Of course he was shocked you wore the dress he bought.

“We can teach each other things. You tell me stories and history of the Ancient Greece, your kind’s gracious era and I teach you illusion magic.” He could tell your raised eyebrow was a sense of confusion. “Like, combining water and light into something entirely new. I’ll teach you how to conjure spells-“

“Like the one you’re doing now?” It just slipped out of you and it was too late to ignore. It was now his turn to look confused. The tip of his tongue came out once again to wipe off some salt and you looked away.

“What?” He asked.

“Whaaat?” You repeated along with a dumb giggle you had no idea where it came from. The already tight fabric of Loki’s shirt was riding up from the wet fabric rolling itself up. You really did try not to think about how the pearls of droplets looked like glitter in the sun on his toned stomach, but realized that you already failed. You swallowed a hot lump of dryness that caught in your throat.

So no spell then?

Loki sighed and cracked a tense muscle in his neck, a green light drying him and his clothes from bottom and up in a matter of a second (Henna remained drenched).

“Just say no quickly, there’s no reason to drag it out. I’ll leave you be when you’ve answered.” You bit your bottom lip and actually took a moment to think about it.

“Actually, it doesn’t sound too awful. But don’t you already know everything about my realm there is to know?” That earned a genuine smile from him and you thought about how that was a rare sight.

“You’d be surprised of how understocked Asgard’s library is when it comes to your history, your highness.”

“And stop calling me that! It’s weird. You never did it before so why do it now?”

“I thought you disliked me being informal.”

“Oh do shut up!”

Loki laughed and nodded in agreement. It was just then you realized how you were still inappropriately close to him and how his breath smelled of something sweet. Something brushed past your hand and Loki retracted his own with a flinch and an apologetic look.

“I’m s-“ Loki started but Henna’s loud cough and pointed glare.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“I don’t… I don’t find you disgusting.” You watched his expression and expected him to get upset but nothing in his body language seemed tense. If anything, his jaw and shoulders seemingly dropped.

“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” His chuckle was bright but your gut still twisted in shame.

“No but like, I don’t find your touch disgusting. I never did, actually-“ The amount of truth you entrusted this man with was almost too much. The words were so tense on the way out that you started coughing.

“Then why did you-“

“I don’t know! No more questions though. All I know is that it was far from unpleasant and that’s all you need to know for now.” Loki raised his eyebrow, lips slightly parted. You understood you’d talked before your brain caught up with you again.

“No, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean!” Your hands fiddled on the edges of the dress, only to flatten out the fabric right after. The dry lump just couldn’t seem to go down.

“Oh I sure do… And I agree with you on how we speak to each other. I hate speaking to you formally! It doesn’t sit right for me especially. Then I wouldn’t be able to say the stuff I actually want.”

“Like what?” You regretted asking immediately but couldn’t bring yourself to step back as he leaned in.

Lips brushed against your earlobe and his scent was all up in your world, along with the surreal warmth that always seemed to follow him.

“That dress looks absolutely ravishing on you, (Y/n). I never thought you’d wear it to be honest. We’re you really planning on fleeing the castle on such an occasion and not letting me see any of the beauty?” His voice turned low again and the always present rasp seemed extra present today.

The dry lump finally went down.

“You could’ve gifted it to someone else if you wanted to see the dress on an actual body instead of a hanger.”

A low rumbling came from his chest and erupted in his throat. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was a chuckle.

“See, I don’t think that’s true. Yes, any person could wear it, but I can’t think of anyone else who could wear one of the most beautiful things crafted ever and the most beautiful thing in the room would still remain the person in it.”

You couldn’t move your body. It was frozen in place even though the blood in your veins was literally boiling. You were almost thankful that he was so close. That way he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Why would I lie about it? Meet me in the library tomorrow after breakfast. I look forward to our time together.”

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queenofspades20 · 3 years

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Goddesses and their Gods (1/3)

Here is chapter one of my submission for @bonkywobble’s Halfway to 1K challenge.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader; Hephaestus!Bucky x Aphrodite!Reader

Synopsis: Tony has decided that it is time for the Goddess of Love to be married. Y/n and Bucky have been seeing each other in secret. Brock has made no secret that he wants Y/n, though she has no desire to be with him, and has declared his intentions to be with Y/n. Y/n, Bucky, Natasha, and their friends come up with ways to trick Brock to keep him away from Y/n.

Word Count: about 3.9k

Warnings: maybe language, fluff, slight angst, implied smut

CHAPTER 1 – the trick

Y/n was wandering around Bucky’s workshop, looking at the different projects he had started. She stopped at one of the tables when something purple and sparkly caught her eye. Y/n looked around for her lover, but didn’t see him.

“Hephaestus, Bucky, my brilliant lover, what are you working on?” she called out. Her hand reached out to touch the sparkly item. Just as her hand was about to touch it, a metal hand quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Haven’t I told you not to touch things without asking first? You could have hurt yourself,” Bucky said gruffly from behind her. His grip was firm on her wrist, but not enough to leave a mark. Y/n loved that even though he was strong, he was always gentle with her.

“Where did you come from?” Y/n turned with a smile, acting as though she hadn’t just tried to break one of his rules. “I looked for you.”

Bucky looked at Y/n with an unimpressed look. “Stop acting innocent, Love. You know better than to touch things without asking first.”

Y/n let out a light laugh and moved closer to Bucky. She reached up with her free hand and stroked the side of his face. “You know me and shiny. I’m like a crow sometimes.”

Bucky just shook his head and released her wrist. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, and dropped a kiss on her lips. Y/n tasted faintly of ambrosia and a warm wine. “What brings you here, Love?”

Y/n shrugged one shoulder. “I was just missing you.”

“We saw each other just a few hours ago.”

“Yeah. Hours. I’m the Goddess of Love. A few hours feels like an eternity to be away from my love,” Y/n said with a pout. Bucky could see something troubling her and didn’t buy her reason.

“Don’t lie. We’ve been apart longer and you didn’t say anything. What’s really going on?”

“My father has decreed that it is time for the Goddess of Love to be married. Brock has made his intentions known and, obviously, I don’t want him. I want only you.” Y/n felt tears gathering in her eyes. “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore, Bucky. I want people to know I’m with you.”

“Your father won’t approve. He’s never liked me,” Bucky said dejectedly.

“He hasn’t bothered to get to know you! You know if Brock gets his way, we won’t be together. I mean, I’ve held him off so far, but we need to step up our efforts to keep him away from me. And we need to convince my father to see reason.” Y/n pulled him close. “My love, we have people on our side. We can be together. We just need to convince my father to let me choose you as my groom.”

“Are you sure you want me? You could have any god or goddess you want . . .”

“And I have chosen and will always choose you.” Y/n made sure Bucky was looking her straight in the eyes. “You are my great love. The one who makes me feel safe and happy and loved. You accept me as I am, unlike anyone before. I. LOVE. YOU.” She punctuated each word with a kiss. She sighed. “But first, I think we need to come up with something that will scare Brock off once and for all. My father is considering letting the match happen, but nothing would be worse. The Goddess of Love shouldn’t be with someone who is the God of destruction, aggression, and war. I should be with someone who creates and builds, like you.”

“You’re going to keep sneaking in reasons you chose me, aren’t you?” Bucky said with a smile.

Y/n knew Bucky sometimes didn’t understand why she chose him, but she never wasted an opportunity to explain why she loved him. “It’s my favorite hobby. I never want you to doubt that I love you.”

“If I have doubts, it’s never going to be because you haven’t told me you love me. I was thrown off Mount Olympus and I have this,” Bucky said, gesturing to his arm. “I live in exile. I would hate to think you might get cast out as well if our relationship came to be known.”

“Well, it is known to pretty much everyone except Brock and my father. We have several people who approve, including Pepper. And as the Goddess of Marriage, she thinks our union would be wonderful. But back to our first task, getting rid of Brock. I think we need to meet with Natasha to come up with a strategy.”

“She is the Goddess of Strategy. It would probably help, since she’s helped us avoid detection by your father,” Bucky agreed.

“I think we should also ask Loki for help,” Y/n said hesitantly. Bucky and Loki, while not enemies, did not have the best of relationships.

“Why would we involve the God of the Dead? Are you planning on killing Ares?” Bucky looked at Y/n like she had lost her mind.

“Because, you forget, my dear, he is the God of Trickery for the Norse. He and Thor pull double duty these days.”

“Fine,” Bucky said with a huff. “I don’t like it though. How do we know he won’t betray us?”

“Because 1. He is my friend and as many on Olympus aren’t particularly fond of him, he is actually protective of the friendships he has; and 2. He hates Brock and loves to cause him problems.” Y/n looked at Bucky with a smile.

“I trust you.”

“Good, because we need to go meet them in 15 minutes.” Y/n leaned in for another kiss and reached down with her hand to cup Bucky’s cock, which twitched at the contact. “Which gives us just enough time for a quickie.” Y/n smiled mischievously.

Bucky smiled back and moved his hands to just under Y/n’s ass and lifted her up. Y/n yelped. He leaned in for a heated kiss. “Gods, I love you.”

Natasha and Loki were sitting at a table on a beach that was protected by Steve’s powers. It was where they all usually met to avoid Tony’s attention. They each had cocktails in their hands. “How late do you think they’ll be?” Natasha asked with a smirk. She knew her friend wouldn’t be able to resist doing something with Bucky, it being in her nature.

Loki looked at her. “Knowing Y/n and Bucky and how many times they’ve been late before? I think we’ll have time for another round.” The two laughed and clinked glasses.

“Well, if it means more time to drink, I don’t mind. Besides, it’s nice seeing Y/n so happy. I don’t think she’s ever been as happy as she is with Bucky.”

Loki nodded. “Agreed. I think he’s a good influence on her, though he definitely indulges her a bit too much.”

Natasha laughed. “Can you blame the guy? But she’s as wrapped around his finger as he is wrapped around hers, so it doesn’t do much harm.”

“I’ve heard Brock announced his intentions towards Y/n. We really need to nip that.”

“Tony seems amendable to it. We need to do something that will scare Brock off of Y/n and maybe get Tony off the idea of Brock as well.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Loki asked with a lifted brow.

“Well, I think we need to make sure Bucky is on board and willing to build what I had in mind.”

“If it means Brock is out of the picture and I get to be with Y/n in the open, I’m willing to do my part,” Bucky said as he and Y/n made their way over to the table. They were holding hands. Y/n had a few marks on her neck and some clear beard burn.

“I’m impressed,” Natasha said, pretending to look at a watch. “You’re pretty much on time. That’s a first.”

Bucky blushed while Y/n just laughed off her friend’s remarks. “Well, I didn’t want to keep my two friends waiting for us, especially since time is of the essence. I see you two were already started to strategize.”

Loki waived his hand and two more chairs appeared at the table. Bucky sat in one of the chairs and Y/n just sat on Bucky’s lap, wrapping her arm around his shoulders to hold herself in place. “Really, Loki? You thought I’d sit in my own chair?”

“No. But I know Steve is going to want a seat of his own.”

Steve walked out of the water and made his way to the table. “Thank you, Loki.”

“Why, great Poseidon, what brings you to our little oasis?” Y/n asked with a smile.

“Cut the cheekiness, Y/n,” Steve said, chuckling. “You want to be with Bucky, you’re going to need all the help you can get.”

Y/n stuck her tongue out at Steve and then curled in closer to Bucky. “Fair enough,” she said, rolling her eyes. Bucky chuckled and kissed her temple.

“Alright, so what do we have in mind for the God of War?” Bucky asked.

Natasha looked a little hesitant. “Well, my plan involves Y/n acting kind of like bait to lure Brock into a place where we can spring a trap.”

Y/n perked up. “What do you mean, act like bait?”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t want her being put in danger. Brock is unpredictable. He’s a brute. He doesn’t exactly like to play fair.”

Natasha waived her hand. “Y/n wouldn’t be anywhere near where him when the trap is sprung. She would basically get him to agree to meet in a place of our choosing. That’s it. You really think I would put my best friend in danger like that?”

Loki chimed in, “I think it’s a good idea. What are we thinking for the trap?”

“Well,” Natasha began, “I’m thinking Bucky builds some inescapable chains, not to be released until you and Y/n can be married. Tony can control him and prevent him from doing anything else. Maybe we can even point out that he was outsmarted and the Goddess of Love should be with someone who isn’t easily tricked?”

Steve looked interested. “I think Tony would go along with that. What about Pepper? Do you think she would help convince him?”

“She is the Goddess of Marriage and Tony listens to pretty much only her. And she knows about me and Bucky and has told me she approves.” Y/n piped in. “I think she’d help or basically make him agree to it.”

While the rest of the group started to discuss logistics, Bucky leaned forward and whispered in Y/n’s ear. “She knows?”

“Yeah.” Y/n whispered back. “She’s been helping cover my absences when I come to see you. She noticed that I was, and I quote, ‘happier than she’d ever seen me and it must be love.’”

Bucky smiled and kissed her cheek. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been or hoped to be.”

Y/n laid her head against Bucky’s and sighed in contentment.

“You lovebirds need a minute?” Natasha asked with a smirk.

“We’re good. When are we springing this trap?” Y/n asked, unbothered by Natasha’s attempt to tease her about Bucky. She knew Natasha liked to see if she could embarrass Y/n. Y/n thought it was a fun game.

“I’m thinking in a week, if Bucky can get the chains done that quickly.”

Bucky just smirked. “I can get them done in less than a day. I’ve made chains that like before for Loki.”

Everyone turned to look at Loki, curious. Loki just rolled his eyes. “I do have certain people in Tartarus that need to be held, you know.”

“Of course that’s all you need them for,” Natasha said with a smirk.

Loki looked bored. “If you all would get your mind out of the gutter. May I remind you I am not with anyone?”

“That never stopped me before,” Y/n said, trying not to laugh.

Bucky perked up and looked interested. “Are you saying there are things you’d like to try, Love?”

Y/n kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Of course. But I think that’s a conversation we should have later, maybe on our wedding night?”

“You’re awfully confident you’ll convince Tony.”

“I’m the Goddess of Love. If I marry, it’ll be because I’m in love. I’m in love with you. Therefore, I’m going to marry you. Tony can’t argue with that logic, especially when Pepper helps me. He’ll have to put aside any issues he has.”

Bucky just pulled Y/n tighter against him and rested his head on her shoulder. He felt like he was the luckiest being in the universe to have such a wonderful person in love with him.

Loki, Natasha, and Steve looked at them with smiles. They all felt the love Y/n and Bucky were feeling for each other. It was a pleasant feeling.

“Okay,” Natasha clapped her hands. “I’m going to find a spot that works for us. I have a few in mind that won’t raise suspicion. Y/n, all you have to do is bait him. You don’t even have to invite him there. Just make it seem as if you’ll be there and you won’t mind him showing up. I’ll let you know of the place later today.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bucky slid his arm under Y/n’s legs and picked her up as he stood.

“Bucky!” Y/n yelled, laughing.

“What? I need to go back to my workshop to get the chains done and then I want some quality time with you.”

Bucky made his way back to the passage way that would lead him to his workshop. The other gods smiled at their friends and then went off to deal with their own things.

About a week later, Bucky had made the chains and Natasha found the perfect place to spring the trap. They decided to include Pietro to try and limit Y/n’s contact with Brock. Natasha sent messages to Brock, pretending to be Y/n. In the messages she feigned interest in Brock, playing to his ego. Natasha and Y/n met on the beach to sort out the final details of the trap.

“Okay. So, you’re going to see him on Olympus and mention wanting to go somewhere secluded. In the messages I sent all week, I made it seem like you were interested in a little rendezvous and that you were flattered by his declared intentions. He hasn’t responded, but I think he’s either waiting for you to come to him, proving the messages are real, or he’s not interested. I’m inclined to think it’s the former, as he declared his intentions towards you.”

“Eww. Can we just start off with that?” Y/n said with a scrunched face. She had always gotten creepy vibes off the God of War and couldn’t imagine a scenario where she would willingly spend time with him.

Natasha laughed. “Sure. But it had to be done.”

“I know, but eww. So, the place you chose is a beach not far from Olympus?”

“Yes. Because I want to make sure you have plausible deniability, I described the place in your messages. I made it seem like you love to go there to get away from everyone, perfect spot for privacy. When you see him, you’re going to mention going to your spot at precisely sunset tomorrow. And it will . . .”

“Nat. I am the Goddess of Love. I do not know how to flirt well enough to get someone to pick up hints and go where I want them. How do you think I convinced Bucky to go on that first date?”

“I am the Goddess of War and strategy, it’s my nature to make sure the plan is clear and there are no misunderstandings.”

“Fair enough. Okay, so I guess I’ll head up there now.” Y/n stood up.

“Y/n. Please be careful with him. I don’t want to see something happen to you.”

Y/n leaned over and hugged her friend. “I know and I will be. This is the easy part. You, Loki, Bucky, and Steve are doing the hard part by trapping him.”

“And it’s something we are happy to do to keep you safe.”

“Well, here goes nothing.” With a flash of soft light, Y/n transported herself onto Olympus. There were a few gods and goddesses around, strolling and enjoying the eternal beautiful weather that existed. While most gods and goddesses were content to stay in Olympus, Y/n had always found it interesting to go to the world of man. She enjoyed bring love into people’s lives, no matter what kind. Y/n strolled around the area that she knew Brock liked to frequent and she wasn’t disappointed. She walked up to him and caressed his shoulder.

“Hello, Brock,” Y/n said leisurely.

“Y/n! What a pleasant surprise. As this isn’t usually your kind of area, were you looking for me?” Brock leered at her, seemingly undressing her with his eyes.

It took everything Y/n had to not shudder at his look. She smiled serenely. “Well, I’ve been sending you messages for a week but I haven’t heard from you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were avoiding me,” Y/n said with a pout.

“Oh Angel, don’t look at me like that. I am very interested in spending more time with you.” Brock reached out and stroked a finger down Y/n’s arm. “I would love to see that beach you mentioned in your messages.”

“Why don’t you go?”

“By myself?”

“Well, I go by myself sometimes,” Y/n said with a shrug.

“I’d rather go with you.”

“And why would you want to go there with me?” Y/n knew that with a god like Brock, she needed to act coy to reel him in. He was the sort of man that preferred to chase his women.

“I’d love to spend some private time together. I’ve made it clear that I’d like to be your husband.”

“Well, when you put it that way . . . I’m probably going to be there at sunset tomorrow.”

“Is that so?”

“I was planning on going alone, but I wouldn’t object if someone were to pop up either.”

“It’s a date then.” Brock clearly felt he had bagged her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Y/n said, a smirk on her lips. She placed a hand on his bicep. “Enjoy your day.” She sauntered off, making sure to sway her hips a bit more than normal. She didn’t want to come off too strong, but just enough to keep him interested.

When she got far enough away, Y/n flashed herself to Bucky’s workshop. She was on a mission. “Bucky!”

“Love?” Bucky asked, coming from around a corner. In his hands was some contraption he had been working on.

“Set whatever you’re working on down,” she demanded as she made her way to Bucky.

Bucky, seeing the look in her eyes, wasted no time setting the item on a nearby table. By the time he had turned his body back to her, Y/n had jumped onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Bucky caught her easily.

“I feel so creeped out dealing with him. I need you. Make me feel good in the way only you can.” Y/n pulled him close for a kiss.

Bucky moved over to a wall, using it to hold her up. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he rasped out as he kissed his way down her neck.

“Always for you. Please, my love. I need you.”

Bucky and Y/n made their way into a bedroom Y/n had made sure Bucky set up when they first started seeing each other. After several hours, they fell next to each other, panting.

“Always such a good girl for me, Love.” Bucky turned his head towards Y/n.

“I love you.” Y/n felt overwhelmed by her feelings for Bucky.

Bucky turned on his side and pulled her close. “I love you, too.”

They stayed with each other until the next day, when it was time to spring the trap.

Natasha and Loki were at the beach, waiting for sunset. They were hidden behind a rock. They had a perfect view.

“You know how to spring those chains, Loki?”

“Of course. Bucky informed me what to do. We just need the buffoon to show up.”

“Well, I’m assuming since I haven’t heard from Y/n, the plan went as it should. We would’ve heard otherwise if it didn’t go as we expected.”

Loki looked over at Natasha. “You didn’t confirm?”

“Knowing her? She probably went straight to Bucky. And if you want to get involved in that, be my guest, but I tend to stay away when they’re being ‘a couple.’”

Loki made an illusion to make himself look like Y/n. “Well, I guess I should take my place.”

“I’ll keep an eye on you. If anything goes wrong, I’ll be there to help.”

“The things I do for friends.” Loki, as Y/n, rolled his eyes. He sighed and made his way to the spot where the chains had been hidden.

He had been sitting there for a few minutes when he saw a flash of angry red light.

“Hello, Y/n. Been waiting for me long?”

Loki turned to look at the approaching god. “Not at all.”

Brock came close to him. He ran his finger along Loki’s arm. “So, what should we do with our privacy?”

Loki took care to keep his face schooled in a sweet smile. Gods, this idiot doesn’t waste time, he thought to himself. At least that makes this quick. Hidden in his hand was a button to press that would activate the chains. Loki put his hand on Brock’s wrist, pressing the button. Suddenly, golden chains sprung up from the ground and wrapped themselves around Brock. Loki quickly jumped back to avoid getting caught.

“What the Hades is this?!” Brock yelled out, struggling to break free.

Loki, in a flash of green light, returned back to his normal self. “I didn’t make those. But you certainly will not be able to get free.”

Brock’s face turned a deep shade of red. “What are you doing here? Where’s Y/n?”

Natasha came out from behind the rock. The chains had done their job and Brock was securely tied up. “Y/n isn’t here. We came here to make sure you leave her alone so she can arrange her own marriage to the god of her choice, which, if it isn’t clear, isn’t you.” Natasha sneered at him.

“I will have her!” he screamed out.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” a voice could be heard coming from the water. Steve made his way onto the beach. “You are going to be held in Loki’s domain for a while.”

Loki looked at Steve. “Why my domain? Why not yours?”

“Because you have Tartarus. You can hold him. You are all powerful, right brother?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Fine. But I’m not doing it because you appealed to my vanity. You make a point about Tartarus.”

Steve just smile. “Fair enough.”

Loki, taking hold of the chains, flashed him and Brock to the Underworld. Natasha and Steve looked at each other. With Brock taken care of, now they just needed to convince Tony to approve of Bucky and Y/n’s marriage.

#bonkyshalfwayto1k #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #hephaestus!bucky #Bucky Barnes #aphrodite!reader #Goddesses and their gods

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians Masterlist

Poseidon

Not Our Way - (Poseidon x Goddess!reader - coming soon)

Though you had been Poseidon's lover for millennia now, watching all the little humans go through their pregnancies and love their babies and have their little families had made you feel... something. You wanted that, that little family. You bring it up to him, and of course Poseidon is loathe to deny you anything.

Please Don't. - (Poseidon x reader - coming soon)

Ever since you can remember you've been connected to the sea. Every vacation you just wanted to go to the beach, every weekend you just wanted to spend time in the water. As an adult, seeing things you knew you shouldn't be seeing, you're brought to Camp Half-Blood, told you're a seer, but that still doesn't explain the connection to water, or why the god of the sea appears to you more often than his own child...

Request: You Are Not One of Us - (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A pact must be formed between the Norse and Greek gods and goddesses to ensure peace between the two worlds. But what if love blossoms too? (Full request linked inside)

Luke Castellan

I Lov-ED You - (Luke Castellan x reader - coming soon)

You arrive on the scene with Annabeth, only to find your boyfriend as someone you don't recognise...

My Love, My Life - (Luke Castellan x Daughter of Poseidon!reader - coming soon)

There's a reason Luke is the big brother of camp half-blood. He helps unite you with your younger brother Percy, he's the big brother Percy's always needed, and he's the perfect boyfriend you could ask for!

My Love is Mine All Mine - (Luke Castellan x reader - coming soon)

Just wholesome Luke and Daughter of Demeter crushing on each other and getting together and being all cutesy because occasionally I need more than intense angst in my life!

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You Are Not One of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 1

Full Request

AN: OMGGGG my first request! And it’s an absolute banger too??? I feel like a queen, I truly do.

I know the original request was more about Marvel-based Norse mythology but I’m not a Marvel fan so I went with original Norse mythology! Hope that’s ok!

-Also yes, this is a place where we pretend the Hades-Persephone myth isn’t as messed up as it actually is and is a sweet love story instead, fuck off-

-I know Hestia is supposed to be a virgin goddess and never marry but like… I’m thinking of a cute hearth goddess and how she could love Hephaestus and I want that for them-

Final PS. that corner pic of Toby Stephens doesn't fit the rest of the aesthetic, I know, but I saw it while searching and it had me quivering so I had to add it.

Summary: Zeus and Odin have brought peace to the worlds of the gods. With peace comes love. But all is NOT fair in love and war.

Word count: 6,187

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any)

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

It was the dawn of a new era when Kronos was thrown to Tartarus. His evil had touched more than just the world of the Greek gods, sending ripples through the very world of mythology itself. Though the worlds of the Norse and the Grecians were thousands of miles away, their gods had often met on the battlefields. A multitude of stories, now lost to time, told of the wars of snow and sand, told of the loves made and broken between viking idols and spartan gods. But upon the ‘death’ of Kronos, the new king of the gods found himself in a forgiving mood. Odin too, having given up so much for wisdom, realised the best way forward was to have peace in all aspects under his control, once and for all.

The two gods met deep in a forest exactly halfway between what is now Greece and Norway, a forest that eventually became the town of Vlasim in the Czech Republic. No one other than the two kings knows what was said in order for the peace pact to be made, but they left with promises of order, friendship, and an invitation for the Asgardians to visit the stronghold that is Mount Olympus.

When Zeus returned with this news, they all rejoiced and began ensuring Mount Olympus looked better than it ever had before. After all, they still needed to outshine these other supposed “gods”. Hera took charge of ensuring the entire place glowed, already beginning to argue with Demeter on how the flowers would look best. Aphrodite was already picking out her best dresses and sprucing up her hair, Artemis and Apollo hopping off to go hunting for some creature that would show their true prowess to the Asgardians (secretly hoping they would make it back in time). Dionysus was left in charge of the entertainment, though he was quickly focused only on providing wine for the entire table, and Hephaestus and Hestia found comfort in quiet corners of the room, watching all the chaos unfold. Hades had been unbothered, promising he would show up with Persephone when the Asgardians arrived and nothing more before disappearing in a puff of smoke back to the underworld and no doubt the loving arms of his wife. Poseidon was… well he didn’t know how he felt. If he was honest, he was beginning to feel old. Life as a god wasn’t all it was cut out to be, and it had been dragging a bit recently. His millennia of existence were beginning to catch up to him and he wasn’t sure how to jumpstart his enjoyment again. He had even taken to wearing an older form recently, a man still in his prime, but one with the wisdom of a thousand years subtly showing itself in the lines around his eyes and mouth. A man still corded in muscle but with the stockiness, width, and strength of one who had had one hundred lifetimes to hone it. This seemed like exactly the kind of thing he needed to reintroduce excitement to his life. Though Zeus had not included him in the peace talks, he was happy to be part of the governing that came after, to help maintain the peace between the gods. For once he felt he could happily commend his brother for a job well done.

And he was excited to meet these new gods, apprehensive too of course, but… excited. It would be a good opportunity to measure themselves up to the others in their world, to truly decide if they were as invincible as they believed they were. Poseidon believed it was important for the gods to have a wake-up call every now and again to their fragility, and he was sure this would be one of them.

Across the world, in the realm of Asgard and the halls of Valhalla, ale was poured and songs were sung as the gods rejoiced. Odin sat on his throne high above the others as some danced, some fought, some feasted, and some passed out from too much of everything too soon. Odin watched over them all with one of his rare smiles, a hand resting atop the one Frigg had placed on the arm of his throne. Even Loki, occasional friend, occasional enemy, had joined for this celebration. He was proud of what he had achieved, of the worthy sacrifices he had made, to not only bring him eternal wisdom, but to bring peace between two races of gods. Odin turned to Frigg, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She blushed, turning to him and pressing one on his cheek in return.

“Everything is well?” She asked, caressing his cheek just under the eye he had given up.

“Perfect,” he sighed, then looked back out to the dancefloor where his children now pranced jokingly.

Thor laughed heartily as he began to chug from his mug, froth spilling over the sides of his cheeks as his friends clapped and cheered. Loki even smiled, though he was more caught up in trying to continue his conversation with the little goddess sandwiched between her brother and him. Odin’s youngest child, the newest addition to Asgard, giggled at her brother’s antics and the clever commentary the god of mischief whispered in her ear. She was still young by the standards of the gods, having only seen a thousand sun cycles, and she was treated as such, cherished by all who looked upon the daughter of Odin, the goddess of love, so loved in fact, that Odin had chosen to bestow his own title of god of war onto her. The goddess of love, and war, Y/n Odinsdottir.

You were excited for this trip to Mount Olympus. You had been aware of the Greek gods since your birth but you had not had the opportunity of meeting them in battle. Being only a thousand years old meant you had been coddled for five hundred of them, and though you had been given the title of goddess of war, you still felt you had to earn it. Balancing the powers of love and war was a struggle you were still learning. You had spent the last five hundred years trying to choose the right warriors to bestow your blessing upon, the right vikings to give the power of love (the second being especially difficult as you had only felt familial love thus far). This would be an opportunity to learn from these other gods, to not only enjoy a new era of peace but to build on your own skills.

Odin, Frigg, and Thor enjoyed your excitement, watching with smiles as you pranced about in different dresses wondering which would be the best to wear, brushing out your hair and carefully pinning the dark blue tresses into an updo. Though you often changed the way you looked (shapeshifting came with the job of being a love goddess for all mythologies it seemed), you never changed the blue hair. You had quickly grown fond of it, and the natural movement of hair in that colour reminded you of waves on the ocean, a particular favourite spot of yours. Even past the blue hair, you often wore blue dresses in varying shades, simply because you had come to love the ocean, and thus the colour blue. The other gods often remarked that love was not black nor white, rather it was blue.

On the eve of the grand meeting of the gods, you had sat beside Loki in a stone alcove high above the feast hall of Valhalla, watching the slain heroes rejoice for another evening. Though it was in Loki’s nature to be a trickster, you had come to enjoy his company and often seeked him out when you were bored or nervous. He knew the history of the gods almost as well as Odin, and you enjoyed the way he told his stories with exaggerated voices and dancing movements. You loved learning about all that had happened before you, all the battles the gods had fought, the relationships they had made, long before you were even a thought in Odin’s head. On a night like this, when you had too much energy to just while away the hours, you found Loki and begged him to tell you a story. You were still young, and possibly your power as a love goddess had an influence too, but he found he could never quite say no to you.

“Alright, little goddess, settle in, for tonight I tell you a story of love and perilous heartbreak, a story that involves lovers who should never have met, lovers who had no business being together, and who fate punished for it,” Loki began, eyes sparkling as he gazed deep into your own. You shivered and nodded, excitement and just a hint of fear tickling your spine. You sat back against the stone wall and brought your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them and waiting for Loki to begin again.

“So many years ago that neither you nor I were even a thought in the dust, one of the aesir fell in love with a goddess of another land. Though their names and abilities are lost now, we know that the aesir was one of our strongest, almost indestructible. The goddess was special in her own right, among her own people, and these two great clans warred for many centuries. Years and years were spent slaughtering each other’s families, using human battles as their own, bleeding each other dry until there was barely anything left to call them gods.

During one such battle, this aesir had broken through the front lines of the opponents, but was stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes upon a beautiful goddess helping to heal what she could. He was enamoured by her, so enamoured that for the first time in any battle he was nicked by an arrow.” Loki paused, seeing the way your eyes widened and began to get teary, and he smiled gently. “Do not worry little goddess, it was only a small cut, and he was able to heal, but the true wound was in his heart. He wanted to find this goddess, to be near her, to love her, and yet every day he had to fight her people, without fail.

One day, he decided to stay back while the others fought, and he snuck over to the other side to try and find his goddess. He disguised himself as a butterfly and fluttered around their camp looking for her. Again, when he found her he was struck dumb by her beauty, and instantly changed into his true form in front of her. She was terrified, and she almost began to yell for help, but he begged her not to. He promised her his life, his very essence as a god, if only she would give him a chance to show her how much he had come to love her. Of course she was apprehensive at first, he was the enemy after all, but she allowed him this.

The aesir took his knife, cut his palm, and dripped his blood onto the ground. With the first drop, he created a new flower and named it Linnea, for her. With the second, he created a flurry of butterflies that would follow after her wherever she would go, do whatever she wished of them. And with the third, he created a thin gold thread. He took one end of the thread and tied it around his wrist before offering the other to her. He said that if she took it, he would bind himself to her, soul to soul. That if she loved him back, they may be separated, but the gold thread would tie them together forever and wherever they may be, they could always follow it back to one another. The goddess, won over by his utter devotion, accepted his offering and promised to love him back until the end of her days.

Each night they separated to their own camps, connected only by the gold thread, and each day while the battles and the war raged on, they would sneak away to far off places to be together and live in a happiness their people couldn’t seem to find. But all was not well for the lovers, for the Norns had spun their threads and knew that the price of their love was one no god could ever pay. And so, one day when the lovers snuck off, a god from this other clan who had been promised this goddess’s hand in marriage decided to follow. He saw this ultimate betrayal and sounded the alarm. Both lovers were dragged back to their camps in shackles, the aesir and the other gods unsure of how to punish them.

The eldest of the aesir knew what must be done. The lovers could never be together, it was simply impossible, and he spoke with the leader of this other clan in a moment of truce. They were both in agreement, and the elder was sent off to complete this task. He ventured to Yggdrasil and found Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld. He had Verðandi remove any memory or thought of the goddess from the aesir’s mind. He had Urðr remove any trace of the goddess from the aesir’s fate. And he had Skuld remove any future with the goddess.

When this was done, the elder returned to the camp and found the god to see if the Norns had worked true. He had no memory of the goddess, and seemed returned as he was to the aesir. On the other side, the same had happened to the goddess with her own fates, any trace of the god removed from her thoughts, memories, fate and future. Everyone thought all was well and normalcy had returned, but both god and goddess felt the eternal tug of a gold thread wrapped around their wrist that no one but them could see. Both attempted to follow it but it seemed to never have an end. They would stand in front of each other, and look straight through the other, never able to see one another again. Forever they were cursed to wonder why they were pulled toward something they could not see, something they would never be able to find.” Loki finished with a sigh, looking at you as you sat curled up against the wall opposite him. You were frowning, tears collected at the corners of your eyes and lip trembling.

“I didn’t like that story,” you mumbled, shaking your head and wiping at your eyes. “What was so wrong with them loving each other?”

“Little goddess, we are terrified of the things we don’t understand. We don’t understand love, we don’t understand why it evades us but not those we hate. We don’t understand why it makes us love those we do not want to love.” Loki began to stand, brushing off his legs and shirt with a shrug.

“Then… then none of you understand me. You are all terrified of me. I am the goddess of love, am I not?” You asked, looking up at him with fearful eyes. But Loki just smiled and patted your head.

“You help us understand love, little goddess. That is why we need you, because without you, we would all be even more lost. Imagine that,” he smirked and chuckled, then walked away, mumbling something about readying for the journey to Olympus.

When the Norse gods began to arrive on Olympus, the Vanir entering first, the gathered horde of Greek gods and goddesses and spirits began to mumble and talk among themselves as they judged the foreigners that now walked among them. The Grecians felt their dressing was superior, their peplos were so white that they would burn the eyes of a human. The gold edging was pure and shined as if it was freshly polished and not thread. The purple cloaks they all donned would bankrupt every village in the human world just to get enough dye to make it look that bright. They were… amused? Intrigued? Maybe even disgusted by the fashion of their guests. They all wore varying shades of red. They had either thin linen garments with animal furs draped across their shoulders and arms, or donned thick tunics of sheepskin and wool pants with leather belts decorated with axes and swords. Both groups were… apprehensive to mingle.

Zeus and Hera sat on their thrones and looked down on their guests, nodding greetings as they watched for Odin and Frigg. Poseidon and Hades sat on their own thrones to the side of their brother. Hades was turned to the side and conversing solely with Persephone who stood just behind his throne, leaning onto it and smiling down at her husband. Poseidon just sat back and watched the gods enter the grand hall, resting his chin on his hand and trying not to yawn with boredom.

The entrance of Odin and Frigg could not be missed. As they crossed the bridge into Mount Olympus, they were surrounded by the Aesir. Odin held Frigg’s hand, both dressed in traditional Viking fashion. Frigg wore a modest woollen strap dress in a shade of red so deep it looked like she had bathed in blood. Her grey eyes were smudged with black on the lids and her hair was braided on both sides and tied back, resting on a black fur stole draped over her shoulders. Odin was dressed completely in black, from his eyepatch to his tunic and sheepskin pants. But his cloak was of the pure white fur of a bear, the edges dragging on the ground behind him.

Thor followed behind his father, dressed as a common viking, but with Mjolnir dangling from his wrist, shiny and almost glowing. Baldr walked beside him, a simple white tunic and black pants comprising his outfit. But it was his hair that was the talk of the audience, so pale and white that it seemed to glow itself. He was a handsome creature, youthful and majestic, with a muscular body and a gentle smile. The muses began to giggle as they watched him walk past.

It was after Thor and Baldr had separated to stand beside their father and mother, that little gasps and whispers began to pervade the air. Behind them had walked Odin’s youngest child, wearing a dress of blue that draped over your body like water. It looked like it had been made of the thinnest netting all gathered and crushed together then draped over your body in the fashion of the Greeks. The fabric was so light near the top that it looked like the very froth of a wave, and darkened as it flared out behind you, the hem almost as black as the deepest trenches of the sea. Like your mother and father, you had draped a fur over your shoulders, hoping to appease your people. You had wanted to blend in with the Greeks, had wanted them to feel respected (you were entering their home after all) but you still wanted to look like a viking.

The Aesir walked forward as Zeus stood from his throne, followed slowly by his brothers and Hera. He smiled at the approaching group, waiting until they were just in front of the thrones before speaking.

“Welcome, all, to Mount Olympus,” his voice boomed, and a small flutter of claps sounded from around the crowd. “Thank you for joining us, and for ensuring peace between our peoples for the rest of our eternity,” he smiled, and Odin bowed his head in thanks, letting go of Frigg’s hand to hold both of his own in front of himself. “Please, converse, rest, enjoy the sights of Olympus and partake in the refreshments,” Zeus gestured his arms to the tables of ambrosia that stretched so far that even the gods lost sight of their ends. With that, he sat back on his throne, and waited for Odin and Frigg to approach.

Hades took the opportunity to grab Persephone’s hand and try to slink off but the goddess just chided him and forced him to sit back in his throne as she went to see her mother. Hel chose this moment to approach him and the two began a stilted conversation about their individual worlds of death. Hephaestus and Hestia, who had taken up to joining together in situations of unfamiliarity, sat together in the corner, whispering among themselves. Apollo found company in Bragi, though both instantly began speaking in verse to try and prove who was the better poet.

Artemis, Ares, and Athena had crowded Thor and Tyr and were all in different positions of trying to look dangerous, unamused, and intrigued at the same time. Aphrodite had pounced on Baldr, but found competition in the muses who had already made their way to surround him, and soon found herself flirting with Freyr. Hermes and Loki too had found delightful conversation with one another, full of ideas of thievery and trickery.

And Poseidon was… enamoured. Since the moment he had laid eyes on you he had not taken them away. He had slowly sat back down in his chair, worried that if he stayed standing his knees may give out. You made a god weak. You were beautiful, ethereal, magical, beyond anything even the gods could think to conjure. And your dress… oh that dress, had you chosen it for him? Had you arrived with a mind to capture his very essence? Because it started with that dress. You looked the very soul of water, the very thing that made a world impossible without it. Your hair, your luscious hair, so blue that it reminded him of his palace, of the places deepest in the sea where he felt truly at peace. And the small smile on your face as you meandered between the different groups of gods conversing, slightly shy of your place, but not unhappy. It was the smile of a fresh pearl, one that shined under even the dimmest of lights.

Poseidon watched you walk about, not entering any conversation but not shying away from listening to the others speak. Your pretty face never once dipped into a frown, and he felt like he would never truly catch his breath if he could see you in his line of vision. It took every bit of his godly power to force his eyes away, and he was both angered and thankful when some god (who seemed to be the only one who looked as old as he probably was) walked up to his throne and began conversing about fish.

You were so happy that Njord had listened to your little prompt to go speak to the god of the seas, because it meant he finally pulled his eyes away from you, and you could begin to watch him in return. He had been the first of the thrones you had looked at, and the only one you truly cared about now. His eyes were such a dark blue that they reminded you of the ocean, of your favourite place in the ocean in fact, and they seemed so… knowing, as if one look at another told him everything he needed to know about them. His form was majestic, stoic and strong, with broad shoulders and thick arms that made you desire something you had never desired before. You wanted him to hold you. You wanted him to wrap those arms around you, to run your fingers over those arms. Were you bewitched? Were you cursed? Even his hair made you feel desire, those beautiful locks of hair that resembled celestial bronze, neat yet still unrestrained with a particularly unruly strand falling onto his forehead. You wanted to run your fingers through that hair, to feel if it was truly as soft as you imagined, to press your nose into it and inhale the slightly salty scent that surely clung to him, that you had come to love as much as the sight of the ocean itself. You wanted to feel his beard on your cheeks, under your palms, to know if the white hairs that threaded through it were any coarser than the others, to know what it felt like to have a man’s face in the palms of your hands. Your entire being felt as if it was on fire, and the more you stared at him, at the slight signs of age that showed themselves in the lines by his eyes and mouth, the more you felt it burn inside you.

Someone cleared their throat to your right and you gasped, whirling on them as a blush branded itself on your cheeks, as if your body wanted to betray your thoughts. You smiled, hoping to cover up whatever embarrassment may have shown on your face, and gazed at the god before you. He was about your height, if not a little taller, with a grin that reminded you of Loki’s. His hair was black and combed back smoothly in a rather regal fashion. His eyes were black too, you noticed, so black that you couldn’t differentiate the pupil from the iris. You smiled brightly at him, bowing your head in greeting when you noticed the little wings that protruded from his shoes.

“My goodness! Your shoes!” You exclaimed, gasping and pointing at them with a delighted little laugh.

“Yes,” he laughed along, “they help me travel quickly when I am tired, though they do often have a mind of their own,” he joked, and you laughed loudly. He had a sweet voice, one that would sound happy even when he was sad. “I am Hermes, son of Zeus, what is your name?” His eyes were sparkling and you found you enjoyed it.

“I am Y/n of the Aesir, goddess of love and war,” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand to him. Hermes held it as if it were a precious gift and pressed his lips to your knuckles. You had never felt so regal.

“Ah, yes, Odin’s youngest, I have heard of your prowess on the battlefield.” Hermes was surely a charmer, you thought, and you smiled brightly, a tinge of pink to your cheeks.

“You flatter me, I am still unproven as a goddess of war, though I suppose I do plan a strategy well,” you smiled cheekily, shrugging nonchalantly and holding your hands behind your back as you swayed girlishly.

If there was one thing you were proud of, it was your ability to fight. It was the reason your father had given you this title, your cunning ability to break down your opponents in all sorts of ways, to plan out a fight before it had even begun. Simply put, you were good at it, you could defeat Tyr with ease now, and even Thor had become no challenge. While you still struggled with the love side of your godly abilities and duties, you could always rely on your fighting.

“What about you, Hermes? What are you the god of?” You asked, tilting your head in question.

“Many things, trade, luck, travel, and thieves,” he answered breezily, though his smile betrayed his pride. “I am the herald of our pantheon, the messenger of the gods.”

“Well you are very important then, for where would we be without our messengers?” You told him sweetly, and all he could do was nod. His chest filled with warmth and he knew he had to be careful or the affection that now bubbled inside of him would erupt from his mouth.

“You are wise as you are sweet,” he simply replied, and you just smiled brightly before turning to face the group and stepping slightly closer to his side.

“You remind me of Loki, though he is not a brother, I see him as such,” you told him, and a small pang hit him in the stomach. You had already passed him off as a brother it seemed. But Hermes just shook his head to himself and smiled at you again, leading you toward a display of flowers just to the side that was one of Demeter’s favoured experimental projects. He was tenacious, if nothing else, and he would eventually get you to enjoy his company as something more.

Poseidon had ended up enjoying his conversation with Njord (who was surprisingly intelligent and rather engaging when conversing about fish) but when the god had left him he instantly began to look around for you. Any good mood was squashed when he saw you walking off arm in arm with Hermes, and a thunderous look settled across his face. Somewhere on earth a storm began to brew. Luckily, you didn’t walk far, and he was able to watch over you from his throne, though his mood had already soured, and continued to sour the longer you stayed attached to Hermes’ arm.

Hades, who had finally rid himself of Hel’s company, Hestia and Hephaestus from their corner, and even Dionysus from his seat at the ambrosia table with a jug of wine bigger than his head watched Poseidon. He was acting rather odd, and they could all now see why. His eyes had not left the girl-goddess since she had arrived, and he was miserably failing if he was attempting to be subtle. They had noticed the goddess watching him in return, the pink tint on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye, and a teasing giggle seemed to build in all those watching. How poignant for Poseidon to fall for the goddess dressed like the sea. Hades stood from his throne and made his way to his brother, sitting on the arm of his throne and smirking at him.

“I will admit, brother, that she is beautiful,” he told Poseidon quietly. The god of the sea snapped his head to his brother, and scowled.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he answered simply, but Hades just laughed, patting Poseidon on the shoulder.

“Oh brother, you truly do not understand the art of subtlety, do you?” Hades raised an eyebrow and Poseidon stared at him bewildered. “You have watched that one since she arrived and done nothing but that. And goodness, the way you watch her! Have you never seen a woman?” Poseidon shrugged his brother’s hand off of his shoulders and had the decency to look slightly sheepish. He had assumed no one would notice. Hades noted the slight shame in his brother’s expression and sighed, smiling gently.

“Do not worry, I will tell no one, though I may not have anything to tell as she does seem to be enjoying Hermes’ company,” he added teasingly, and Poseidon growled at his brother’s back.

He was distracted by a commotion that had arisen near where Hermes and the goddess had stood. Now a group had gathered around them, fluttering with whispers, and he was too curious not to know what was going on. He walked swiftly from the throne, standing just behind some of the minor gods in the group and peering over their heads.

“So you are a goddess of war, your brother has said?” Ares asked, hands on his hips as he stared down at you. You smiled up at him, nodding your head.

“The goddess of war and love,” you told him. Athena and Aphrodite, both stood just behind Ares with their arms crossed over their chests scoffed.

“A goddess of war and love? Must not be good at either,” Aphrodite murmured, voice snarky and loud enough to be heard by everyone. Athena smirked, hiding a chuckle behind her hand. You frowned at this, looking toward the two goddesses, but Ares just moved so you would be forced to continue staring at him.

“She is a guest, do not be rude,” Hermes spat, but Ares and Aphrodite just waved their hands in twin moves of dismissal.

“I am the god of war, she is the goddess of love, we have the right to ask questions of a guest who resembles us so closely,” Ares smirked at Hermes, but he was quick to return his gaze to you. His eyes were like fire, hungry and angry, ready to burn whatever he looked at.

“So, what exactly do you do? Do you make enemies fall in love and end wars?” Aphrodite snarked, tilting her head and staring at you like you were just something annoying that had flown into her path.

Poseidon wanted to intervene. He was desperate to come to your defence, to have the waters flood Olympus and drown each of them until they were nothing but salt in the sea. But before he could step forward to your aid, he saw the subtle changes in you. He saw the way your eyes hardened, any trace of the happiness and gentleness with which you had treated everyone thus far disappearing. He saw your back straighten just a tad more, your shoulders pushing back and your balance shifting just slightly forward onto the balls of your feet. You clenched your teeth together for a moment before relaxing your jaw and looking up at Ares.

“Would you like to fight me?” You asked simply, folding your hands in front of you. Ares began to laugh, a deep guffawing laugh that had him bending backward and puffing it into the sky. Aphrodite tittered, pressing her fingers to her mouth and turning to the side as her laugh tinkled into the air. Even Athena smirked, though she didn’t say anything nor laugh, just a widening of her lips and a slight disbelief at your stupidity in her eyes. “Is there a problem?”

“You have just asked to fight a REAL god of war, child, what am I to do other than laugh?” He replied, throwing his arms out and gazing at the crowd.

“Careful, brother,” Hermes spat, but you just placed a hand on his arm, stoic expression not changing.

“You could fight me,” you answered simply, beginning to tie your hair back. “Unless you do not believe in yourself, REAL god of war?”

Ares snarled, baring his teeth at you before stepping back and throwing off his purple sash. It would only be a hindrance to his fighting ability. You smiled, broad and bright, and a longsword appeared in your hand. A glorious weapon, with a handle of white bone carved from a broken fang of Fenrir. The blade was black like onyx, but fashioned from the strongest metal the dwarves could find and forge in Nidavellir. It was your favourite. You spun it in your hand lazily, inspecting it for a moment before turning to look back at Ares. Your eyes flashed blue, so quickly that if anyone had blinked they would have missed it. Then, with a smile so gentle you seemed you could never hurt a fly, you attacked.

It took you no more than five minutes to have Ares on the floor, your sword pointed at his throat. You were swift like wind, clanging your sword against his before twisting around him and kicking the back of his knee and then the other to flip him over as he fell. Not a hair out of place, you smiled down at him, pressing the point just a little into the skin of his throat before pulling it away completely and sending it back to Asgard. Ares stared up at you with eyes so wide you thought they would pop out of his head. He was winded, puffing on the floor as he tried to figure out where he was, what had just happened.

“How did you…” Hermes stared at you, mouth wide open.

“I told you! I’m good at strategy. He is cocky, and he underestimated me. He believed I was being cocky, and thought that when I saw him with his sword I would be apprehensive. He did not expect a swift beginning attack, nor did he believe I would risk trying to go for an obvious place like the back of the knees. To know your opponent is to be able to defeat them. Simple.” You smiled at Hermes, shrugging and turning away from the crowd to venture around the flower display and find one you hadn’t seen yet.

Ares sat up, Aphrodite gulped, and Athena turned away, walking off. The entire group began to whisper about what they had just witnessed, the story spreading to all the gods and spirits quicker than a wildfire. They slowly dispersed, leaving Ares on the floor with Aphrodite gently patting his shoulder in a sad attempt at comfort (which he shoved off as he stood and stormed away).

Poseidon watched all this and waited until he had walked back to his throne to let himself smile. He leaned back and replayed the fight in his mind, chuckling at the way you had stomped on the back of Ares’ knee with your delicate shoes. Oh he was absolutely enthralled by this goddess, and he didn’t even know your name yet…

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You Are Not One Of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 2

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AN: You know shit’s serious when you have to hand-write the outline for a fic in a notebook… My hands actually hurt from how furiously I typed this. I hope you enjoy it because what was the pain for???

Summary: The god of the sea and the goddess of love and war are falling in love, but betrayal is afoot.

Word count: 9,713 - holy shit this is sm longer than I planned

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, p in v s*x, fingering, noncon voyeurism, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any)

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

You followed Hermes around the entire flower display, oohing and aahing at the different little flowers that you wouldn’t have even noticed had he not pointed them out to you. You could feel the eyes on you again, a weight on the back of your neck but you ignored them until you had made a full turn of the flower display. You glanced in the direction of his throne, the way he sat with his right ankle over his left knee, spread wide and domineering, leaning back as if he was the picture of ‘unbothered’. But his eyes continued to follow you, and as you looked at his face, you met his gaze and time himself must have stopped the world for both of you.

You felt like you had never taken a breath before this moment, as if this was the first time you had felt what it was like to truly feel air enter your lungs. It wasn’t just his eyes itself that did it, though the dark blue was the most beautiful colour you had ever witnessed (and knew you would ever witness). It was the way he looked at you, as if he, a god, couldn’t quite believe you existed. It made everything inside you seize up, as if each muscle had been tightened then locked and the key was to… you didn’t know what exactly. Have him hold you? Have him… have him kiss you? Gosh you had never desired a kiss so much in your life thus far.

You slipped your arm from Hermes’ while he spoke to someone else that had come to join both of you and walked off almost in a trance. You knew exactly where you were headed though, and with careful steps made your way to stand directly in front of the god of the sea. His face did not change, but his eyes did not leave you. He looked up at you from his seat, waiting for you to speak first.

You had once found it so easy to smile, so easy to speak and chat and spread joy with your mere presence. Standing in front of him now, you seemed to have forgotten everything you were once able to do. How does one smile? How does one speak? How does one even breathe anymore? Then, slowly, you forced yourself to gain a hold of your own mind, to banish these ludicrous thoughts to its very depths, and allowed your face to relax, the corners of your lips turning up and your eyes squinting just so. You folded your hands in front of you and bowed your head a tad in greeting.

“Hello, I hope watching me all evening has been entertaining,” your smile turned cheeky and Poseidon raised an eyebrow as he noted the sparkle in your eye. Then he smiled, rather gently for such an imposing man, and dipped his head in a nod.

“Forgive me, if I have made you uncomfortable.”

“Oh not at all, who doesn’t enjoy being the centre of attention for a handsome god?” You replied, shrugging your shoulders and grinning at him. Poseidon’s brow raised again, but this time his lips quirked up in a smirk of his own. He shifted in his seat, sitting up just a tad bit straighter.

“A handsome god? Hm, I might prefer that title more than god of the seas,” he joked, and a giggle fell from your lips before you could stop it. His smile widened at the sound, at the way it seemed to sort of fall with your breaths. “And it has been, entertaining I mean, you are rather… interesting.” You pouted jokingly at his words, stepping closer to his throne so your dress brushed his knees.

“Just interesting? After I called you handsome?” You teased, and now it was Poseidon’s turn to chuckle, a deep sound that seemed to rumble out of his chest and made your stomach feel warm.

“I think my true thoughts about you may not be appropriate for a first meeting,” he finally said, voice deep and more hushed than before. He looked up at you through his lashes and your entire body felt like it was sizzling. Every cell was suddenly vibrating and you thought you might pop out of existence.

“Why would they not be appropriate?” You whispered, leaning forward even more, as if you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. One side of his mouth pulled up in a smile and he sighed, as if it was tiring to even think of the reason.

“I would like you to come back to Olympus, who knows how you would feel about what I am thinking.” You shivered, at the way his voice seemed to vibrate down your spine, at the darkness that began to cloud his eyes, at the desperate and sudden need to clamber onto his lap and press your lips to his that now filled your body.

“I can guarantee you,” you began, licking your lips and leaning forward until both hands were on the armrests of his throne. “That whatever you say will have me running back even quicker.”

Poseidon swallowed, lips parting as he sucked in a breath. Your faces were so close now, noses almost touching, and he could feel the warmth of your skin gently touch his cheeks. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Now that you were so close, you could see the smallest flecks of gold interspersed in the dark blue of his irises, could see the grey beginning to touch the hairs on his temples. Your mouth opened, as if you were going to say more, as if you were going to kiss him-

“Little goddess!” Loki called, and you popped up quickly, turning away in a whirl of fabric.

You walked off to where his voice had sounded from as he beckoned you to come chat with him and Hermes once more. Poseidon watched you skip away, as if you hadn’t just been a hair’s breadth from his face. He stared at the fluttering fabric following behind you, at the glimpse of your smooth leg and the blue hair that billowed around your head, and he let out a deep breath. He looked away from the direction you had gone, only to meet eyes with Hestia and Hephaestus in the corner, smirking so teasingly that he felt his entire body begin to burn.

You were luckier than he, for Loki and Hermes had not noticed the way you had almost fallen victim to your own innate desires and whims. Your cheeks were flushed and you pressed a cold hand to each, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before smiling up at the two. They began speaking at you about something or other and you glanced back from the direction you had come. You met eyes with Poseidon and snapped your gaze away, cheeks starting to burn once more.

After a performance by a few of the muses, gorging yourselves on ambrosia and the polishing off of many jugs of wine, Odin decided it was time for everyone to return to Asgard. He offered an invitation in return to Zeus and the Greek gods, that they would be welcomed to Valhalla if they ever decided to visit Asgard, and while they offered words of praise and assent and reassurance, everyone knew there would be no reciprocal visit.

You danced the rest of the night away after your moment with the sea god, switching between the arms of Hermes, Loki, Thor and even Baldr. Poseidon had mingled with some of his nieces and nephews, but had largely remained on his throne from where he could watch you best. You were a vision, a whirl of colour, and watching you dance and laugh and just be merry seemed to soothe something in his heart. He wanted to provide it for you for the rest of eternity.

“I hope to see you again soon,” you told Hermes as you all gathered near the bridge to say your goodbyes. “I had a wonderful time.”

“Yes, we must meet again, perhaps you could return to Olympus for another performance of the muses?” Hermes sounded so hopeful, and you smiled and nodded jovially, excited to see another beautiful piece. It was rather unfortunate that you had such different ideas of how it would go in your heads, such different ideas of each other, in your heads.

You waved him goodbye and began to turn away before someone cleared their throat next to you. You turned your head to see who it was, though you already had a feeling you knew. His presence could not be missed, even if one didn’t lay eyes on him. You could feel it hovering over your shoulder, the power of the seas gently brushing against your elbow as you turned to look at him.

“It was lovely to meet you, Y/n,” his voice was quiet and you had to clench your hands together to stop your entire body from shaking like you were in a hurricane.

“Likewise,” you answered breathily. If you even tried to continue speaking you were sure your voice would crack and you would spill words that hadn’t even been in your mind before they started coming out of your mouth.

“I would like to offer you an invitation,” he began, looking straight into your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you might think he was actually nervous to ask this of you. Poseidon knew that if he didn’t face you head on, didn’t force it out of himself, he may never gather the courage to ask you. “A visit to one of my favoured spots on Earth, a beach that is-”

“Yes. I would love to.” Your cheeks turned pink as you realised you hadn’t waited for him to finish his sentence but he only smiled, eyes twinkling and creased, lips thinned out. You bowed your head to try and hide your face but he just chuckled and ran a finger down your arm. As if you weren’t already filled with a fire that couldn’t be put out… You gulped, pressing your thighs together for a moment before whispering a garbled goodbye and walking away. Poseidon clenched his hand into a fist at his side.

You had taken to strolling along the cliffs of the fjords now that you had returned from Olympus. The sound of the water far below reminded you of Poseidon, the crashing of the waves against stone on a particularly stormy day helped you think of his face, his voice. You didn’t know when he would finally set a date for the invitation, how he would get you to this favoured beach. Your anticipation was beginning to claw at you from the inside, like talons digging into the lining of your stomach when you thought of each day that had passed with no word from him. You hoped that he would find you here, so close to the sea, and you hoped he would do it quickly. It had been a week now, and you were slowly starting to lose hope.

You walked to the very edge of the cliff and stared straight down into the water. It was almost black, capped with pure white foam as it swished against the rocky cliffs. The sound of it almost had you missing the crushing of hooves on grass behind you. You turned to find a beautiful white stallion gently trotting up to you. His coat was so pure and shiny it was almost silver. Wings sprouted from his back, beautiful and feathered that he flapped once before folding them back against his body. You stared, mouth agape, as the pegasus trotted up to you, stopping just in front of where you stood and gently snuffling his nose against your cheek. You leaned back, careful of the cliff edge, giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your cheek, his hot huffed breaths fanning over your face. The stallion stepped back so you could come forward and away from the sharp drop before gently stamping his two front feet into the grass, lowering his head and the wing closest to you. You stared for a moment, hoping against hope that this was finally the fruition of the invitation, but the stallion was impatient and huffed loudly, stamping his feet harder and gesturing to his own back with a shake of his head.

“Alright, alright,” you breathed, caressing his head and mane with a soft hand before using the edge of his wing to step up and swing yourself onto his bare back. The stallion waited until you were settled before turning away from the cliff edge and trotting back a few paces. Then he turned to it once more and began galloping right for the edge, wings unfurling and flapping into the air as the breeze picked him up and sped both of you into the sky.

The feeling of being on the back of a pegasus as you flew through the sky was one you would not forget until the end of your days. The rush of cold air as it blew your hair behind you, the feeling of his warm coat under your legs, the sound of nothing but the flap of his wings and the howling of wind in your ears. For the first few minutes you gripped his mane but eventually you leaned back and threw your arms up into the air with a scream of joy, clinging to him only with your legs so you wouldn’t fall off.

You weren’t sure how long you flew, eventually bending at the waist and fully laying on his back so you could watch the clear sky above you pass away in an endless screen of blue. You felt him spread his wings out and slowly begin to tip downward into a descent. You began sliding forward slightly so you sat up and you caught sight of the ocean spreading out below you, as endless as the sky. The dark lines of waves rippling just below the surface dotted the entire area, some capped with foam like it had been painted on. You could see where it ended, where the water began to lap at sand and your heart seemed to flutter with the wind. As you began to drop even closer to the ground, stomach swooping with each dip lower, you noticed a solitary figure sitting at the edge of the water, just in reach of it so it lapped at the figure’s feet. Your heart began to thunder.

Pegasus trotted onto the beach with a thud so soft you barely felt it. Sand kicked up under his hooves and you felt the grit against the skin of your feet and legs. You felt giddy, clenching your legs tighter around the stallion as you approached the figure, happy that your dress had enough fabric to still cover your legs though you rode the winged horse. He stood as you approached, brushing off his linen pants. You could see that the hems were drenched in water and it made a tingle of warmth settle in your heart.

Poseidon smiled as Pegasus stopped just in front of him, bowing his head to the king of the seas and unfolding one of his wings so you could use it to step down. You swung your leg over, using one delicate foot on the edge of his wing to hop down in a flurry of fabric. You were barefoot already, and you instantly began spreading your toes into the warm sand, sighing at the feeling of it between your toes. He waited until the horse had trotted away to find its own entertainment before stepping closer and reaching out to hold your hand.

He had been desperate to feel your skin, to know if your hands were soft or you had callouses on the tips of your fingers from your sword fighting. Even just the hint he had gotten from touching your arm on Olympus had been enough to drive him wild. He wanted to know the warmth of your skin like he knew his own.

You smiled shyly, dropping your head to stare at the sand, but threaded your fingers through his, as if the thought of letting go was simply impossible. His hands were rough, but not unpleasantly so, and you thought they would feel amazing on your skin in other places. You stepped closer to him, so that if you moved any closer your bodies would be pressed together, and looked up into his eyes. He smelled like a fresh ocean breeze, like the salt of the sea and something so intoxicating that you wanted to press your nose into his neck and inhale.

Poseidon loved the feeling of your little hand in his own, your fingers (which he discovered were soft despite your skill with a sword) fit perfectly between his own, your palm pressed right to his, your pulse points brushing together. With his other hand, he reached up and dug his fingers into your hair, moving it back so it draped over your shoulder, so he could slip his fingers through the strands and feel each one caress his hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into the feeling of his hand and sighed happily.

“I’m glad you came,” he told you quietly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m glad you invited me,” you replied, voice hushed as you turned your head to kiss the tip of his thumb gently before tipping your head back to stare into his eyes once more. He was mesmerised, drunk on your presence, lost to you.

You giggled then, a small girlish thing that made a smile break out on his lips and made him feel giddy. He had not felt giddy in aeons. You turned to the ocean and tugged on his hand, beginning to walk along the beach, your feet splashing in the surf.

“Did you know that the ocean is my favourite place in all the realms?” You told him, quirking up your brow teasingly as you kicked some of the water into the air, watching the droplets sparkle in the sunlight. Poseidon just watched you, watched every movement, hoping he wouldn’t miss a single thing you did. He saw your dress ride up your leg, expose the smooth skin, and he wanted to push it up even further, to tear it off of you completely and see you bare. “Even before we met, they were my favourite. I often go swimming in the water of the fjords, it is the perfect temperature in the summer months. You should join me,” you shrugged, smirking as you walked slightly away from him, stretching your arms out so you could still hold his hand while you waded further into the water until the hem of your dress was soaked and the waves lapped halfway up your calves.

“I would be delighted,” he breathed out in that deep voice of his that had your insides turning to mush. You wanted to feel his voice. Was that even possible? You wanted to feel it inside you, through you, to merge it into your skin. Maybe you were cursed…

Both of you continued walking along the shoreline, occasionally wading deeper or shallower but always touching the water. You talked of home, of Valhalla and the fjords, of your brothers and parents, of Loki and his stories. You told him all you could about yourself and then some, whispering words you had never dared to admit to yourself. In return he listened, offered stories of his own realm in the sea, of the histories of the gods of his own pantheon, of Greece itself. He told you of the existential dread he had begun to feel before you had fluttered into his life, how everything had felt just bearable before you. He would speak forever if it meant you looked at him the way you did, eyes wide, lips just slightly parted, drinking in everything he had to say.

You walked until the sun began to set and your voices began to drip away because of how much you had spoken. You stared at the darkening edges of the sky and knew you would need to return home so as not to worry Odin and Frigg. You stopped in the water, the waves lapping at your knees and your toes digging into the soft sand under the water. You turned to face him, reaching to hold his other hand as well and smiling up at him.

“You have given me the best day I have ever experienced in a thousand years of existence,” you told him, biting your lip as you caressed the backs of his hands with your thumbs. “I hope to see you again soon.”

“Of course,” he gripped your hands tighter, pulling you in close until your chests pressed together. He leant down so your noses brushed together and your lips parted as you sucked in a breath.

“Are your thoughts about me still too inappropriate to tell?” You whispered, and you could feel his lips brush yours with every word.

“Even more so,” he breathed out, his voice fanning over your lips.

“I would gamble that mine are worse,” your voice was becoming breathy and raspy, throat suddenly dry as you gulped.

“I would doubt that very much,” he replied, pressing his body impossibly closer. You could feel him crowding you, the way he seemed to surround you with his broad shoulders and thick arms and you shivered, stomach muscles pulsing.

“Tell me one, the most appropriate, I suppose,” you joked, a slight glint in your eyes.

“I could not live without you. If you were to be taken from me, I would not need the humans to die out for my existence to cease,” and as you gasped, he brought his lips to meet yours.

You tasted sweet, like the freshest pomegranate, or the softest date in the bowl. He pressed his mouth more firmly against yours, kissing you like it was impossible not to continue after he had done it once. His beard rubbed against your cheeks, soft yet coarse, tickling your skin. You gasped into his mouth, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck and pull yourself up a little. His lips felt like softened butter, and you opened your mouth to allow his tongue to plunge in. You moaned, a sound you had never made before, and pressed yourself to his body like a cat to its owner's leg. He huffed against your mouth, groaning and grunting as if he couldn’t control the animal inside of him.

You kissed again, and again, and again, until your lungs were burning, until your cheeks were rubbed raw and your thighs hurt from clenching them together. You pulled away from his lips, eyes still closed, and were hit with a wave of water up to your face. You squealed and opened your eyes, not realising that the water had begun to rush around the both of you, waves pushing and pulling the shore so harshly that foam was left behind on the sand. The skirt of your dress was soaked and heavy, hanging like a weight from your shoulders. Your feet had succumbed to the sand and it took some strength to pull them out. You stared at the god of the seas, and he had the decency to look sheepish as he dried your dress and led you back to Pegasus. All you could do was laugh and laugh until your stomach hurt.

Ever since you had kissed the god of the seas, you had thought of nothing else. Every crevice of your mind was filled with him, the sight of him, the smell of him, the sound of him. You heard his grunts as you tried to sleep, saw his face as you tried to wash. You seemed to be a goddess of curses too, because if this was love, then it was a curse upon anyone who experienced it. How was anyone supposed to live when all they thought of was the person they loved?

But today would be better. Today would be better because Hermes had invited you to watch a theatre piece by the muses, which would mean a trip to Olympus. Which would mean seeing your beloved. You had talked Odin and Frigg’s ears off the night before about how much you had loved Olympus, how glad you were to go again, and they had smiled at you like amused parents.

As you entered Olympus, you felt a bit nervous. You hadn’t been alone the last time, and now as you walked across the bridge and into the gardens between the palaces, you felt all the eyes on you. People stared as you walked in, looking for Hermes or even Poseidon. Wind spirits whispered, minor gods chuckled behind their hands, and you felt your cheeks begin to burn before you caught sight of your friend.

“Hello, hello!” He called, waving as he made his way around a group of cloud spirits carrying dinner plates. You giggled and waved back, hopping the few steps to meet him.

“Thank you for inviting me! I really enjoyed myself before,” you told him, and he smiled brightly, brushing it off with a wave of his hand.

“I enjoyed your company, I am glad to have you back,” he told you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, but you just laughed and slapped him on the arm.

“Where do we need to go?” You asked as you began to look around, not so secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of your sea god.

“Just this way,” and Hermes began leading you toward the large lawn they used for performances by the muses.

You seemed to watch Olympus with such wide eyes, gasping and squealing at every little thing that was unfamiliar to you, and Hermes felt like his heart was no longer his own. He wanted to cut it out of his chest and offer it to you on a silver platter if it would make you happy.

He led you to where seats had been set up for anyone to come and watch the muses perform. It was one of many they did, so people would most likely come and go, with a few who had more time on their hands bothering to stay the entire time. You chose seats right near the front and were settling in just as the performance began. Hermes mentioned that it had been written by Thalia and Melpomene together, so it was bound to be both funny and tragic. You nodded happily, then pressed a hand to his mouth to shush him as the muses made their way onto the stage and began to speak. You were enraptured the entire time, and by the end of the piece you had laughed and cried so many times that your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy. Your face hurt from smiling and your eyes hurt from crying but you would not have traded that time for anything.

“So I assume that you enjoyed it?” Hermes asked hopefully. You nodded vigorously, going off on a tangent about the different pieces of dialogue and the setting and the way you had cried when Melpomene had lay down to die.

“HERMES!” A voice boomed, and he let out such a weary sigh that you almost began to cry for him. His face had dropped and he looked at you in sorrow, shaking his head before mumbling a few curse words to himself.

“I’m so sorry, dearest, but I must run off for a few moments. Duty calls,” and with a flap of his shoes, he was off to go find out what message his father had for him to deliver now. You stared after him for a moment before laughing quietly to yourself and turning on your heel to see if you could find your sea god up here or you would have to throw yourself into the ocean for his company.

It seemed to be that if you thought of him, he appeared, because it was right then that your sea god appeared in your vision, walking up to you with a subdued smile on his face. You would never stop being thankful for the fact that you were the only one who got to see the smiles that took up his whole face.

“Well hello stranger,” you singsonged, trying to suppress your smirk but your mouth still twisting just so to the side.

“What is a norse goddess doing on Olympus?” He asked teasingly, leaning in close to you and gently running a finger down the bare skin of your arm. You shivered, shoulders shaking, and he chuckled. “I want to show you something, join me?” And you said yes without an ounce of hesitation, Hermes forgotten.

When Hermes returned from being yelled at by his father about sending a message to some hero who was beginning to get too big for britches, he couldn’t find you. He searched around the stage area and through some of the nearby gardens to no avail. Then, just as he had finally convinced himself that you had returned to Asgard, he spotted the end of your dress disappearing in the distance. He began to call out to you but just as the sound began to come out, it died in his throat as he noticed the hand you placed on his uncle’s arm, the smile you shot up at him as both of you walked away. What could you possibly have to do with Poseidon? Hermes began to follow.

You allowed Poseidon to lead you wherever it is he wanted to, just happy to be in his company. You chattered his ear off about the play, explaining every detail that had mesmerised you, and he just listened with a growing smile. To have you here, by his side, just speaking to him was better than he could have imagined. He understood now why the humans valued their marriages so much. He wanted all of that with you.

You crossed through a patch of trees and found cliffs facing you, rising so sharply that the only way to get up them would be to fly. Poseidon led you to a little crack in the imposing wall, covered by long hanging vines that crawled up the cliffs. It would be extremely difficult to spot the little entrance, to note the difference in those vines compared to those on the cliffs, but it was the only place where they hung off of the cliff rather than clinging onto it. He pushed through the wall of leaves and stems, holding it open for you. He held your hand as you walked through the little cave entrance and you clenched it tightly when you saw what was at the other end.

A beautiful lake, not too large but not too small, with crystalline waters as still as a statue. It was bordered by large boulders that would be easy to clamber onto and rest on to bathe in the sun. Beyond the boulders there were trees completely surrounding it, enclosing the space. You stared into the lake’s waters, and realised you could see all the way to the bottom. There were rocks, smooth and huge like the boulders, all along the bottom. Little water plants sprouted between them and in the cracks and the little buds made you smile and laugh breathily. You turned back to your lover, staring at him with such reverence that he had to look away. It was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. And now it was your place, just for the two of you, together.

You walked to him until your chests pressed together and you kissed him sweetly, the sound of your lips sticking together fluttering into the quiet air. He smiled into it, opening his mouth and delving his tongue into yours, the feeling of his beard against your cheeks and upper lip almost tickling. He slipped his hands down your back, grasping your behind, but you giggled and pulled away before he could properly get his hands on it. He groaned, low and deep and annoyed but you just continued laughing before stepping away from him and near a low rock. You stared into his eyes, face serious, as you began to untie the straps that held your dress over your shoulders. Your cheeks were flushed, and nerves made your hands shake, but you continued until one strap was untied. It slipped down your back and your chest, stopping just on top of your breast. You reached for the other, untying it but not letting it go, bringing it down with your hand and allowing the dress to slowly slip down your body. It exposed your chest first, goosebumps popping up on your breasts before your nipples tightened and began to pebble. Poseidon’s eyes were locked on you, his breath shallow and his entire body tightening. He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, could feel the heat suddenly clinging to his skin, and he gulped, clenching his hands as he watched you lower the dress further, expose your stomach, your pussy, then drop it to the floor. Both of you let out shaky breaths as he stared at you, at the ravenous look in his eyes. It almost hurt to breathe, to move, but you forced yourself to walk into the water, looking back over your shoulder as you stepped into the water. He stared at your back, at the muscles in your legs as you walked, at the round backside that tempted him like nothing else.

You immersed yourself in the water until only your head was above it, your arms and legs swishing slowly to keep you up. You stared at him like a siren, eyelids fluttered low and eyes hazy, lustful. You licked your lips, those precious lips that tasted better than ambrosia, and he lifted the shirt over his head, slipping his thumbs into the hem of his pants and pushing it down. You traced your eyes over the defined muscles of his abdomen, at the thick flesh that formed his arms, strong and fierce and so so perfect. His thighs were wide, strong, defined with muscle, and you had never desired to sit on a person before this moment. He was truly a god.

His skin was slightly bronzey with pinkish undertones, and you wanted to run your hands over every inch of it. You stared at him, at his cock, and you clenched your thighs together so hard at the pangs of pure lust that hit you that you almost went under. He was… he was what desire looked like. He was thick, and long, and a red colour that made it look almost painful. You wanted to soothe that ache.

You continued treading water, waiting for him to follow after you, and he did, splashing into the water with a lot less care than you had. You would have giggled, but he was on you so quickly, wrapping his arms around you and caging you against his body. He was warm, even in the water, and his muscles were firm. You reached up to kiss him, to let him lave his tongue inside your mouth to his heart’s content as you pressed one hand to his cheek and felt his beard beneath your fingers. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pressing you as close as physically possible to him. You would jump into his skin if you could. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped when his member pressed to the sensitive skin of your core.

You had felt the slickness even before you had entered the lake, the way it made your lips slide against each other and made walking a chore. You had felt the squish of it against your inner thighs, warm and wet and so desperate for Poseidon to ease the ache it ebbed from. He brought his hand down to the apex of your thighs as he moved away from your lips, kissing over your cheek and down to your neck. He pressed it with kisses, laved it with licks, and you quivered in his arms as he began gently touching you between your legs.

His fingers were hesitant at first, softly prodding at your lips before slipping between them and pressing the little nub right at the top. You jolted, moaning into the air at the electric feeling. You had never felt like this before, had never felt pleasure so deep. He rubbed it, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. You quivered in his arms, shook and whimpered as your thighs and arms clenched tighter around him. Poseidon breathed heavily into your neck, licking your shoulder and biting it softly as he pressed a finger into you, pushing past the initial tension of your entrance to press another of his fingers inside and against your walls.

You were so warm. Hotter than the waters of phlegethon, and his movements hurried. He wanted to be inside you, to sink himself to the very hilt and lavish in the heat and wetness you provided. His fingers pumped in and out of you so quickly that the water around you began to slosh and splash. The way his hands rubbed your insides felt like little fires had been started inside your body and the only way to survive was to let them burn everything to ash. It built and built, your breaths getting heavier, moans getting louder, hands clenching tighter. Then you were cresting the pleasure, reaching its peak, shaking and forcing your body onto his hand as much as you could, relishing the press of his knuckles against your entrance, his thumb against the little nub at the top.

You panted into his neck, laying your head down on his shoulder as all your muscles released and you felt like you were made of cloud mist, held together only by his grip on you. But Poseidon didn’t slow down, just pulled his fingers out of you and spread your thighs a little wider. You groaned, shifting your body, but he just quietly shushed you, rubbing your back and allowing you to settle in his arms again before pressing his cock to your entrance. You gulped, pressing yourself down so he would finally be inside you, so you would finally know what it was like to be joined as one. He groaned, loud and monstrous as he pressed fully into you. You gripped him so tightly that he forgot how to breathe, knowing nothing but the heat surrounding his cock and the whimpers you breathed against his ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he bit down onto your neck, a little harder this time. You keened, moving your hips, hoping for something, anything. He shifted his hips, and the drag of his veins against your walls made a high-pitched moan wail from your lips. It was like being shot through with electricity, like every limb was paralysed and forced to feel the sudden shocks that emanated from your core.

Poseidon began to move in rhythm, pushing and pulling his hips, addicted to the rub of your walls. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear past the rushing in his ears. All he knew was you, pressed against his body, your walls clamped around him, your thighs shaking as you tried to hold on.

Again and again and again. His thrusts became harder and harder, erratic, his pelvis squishing your nub every time he came back inside you. One of his feet dug into the sand and the other pressed against the rock that followed the sand. He used it to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up and down his member. You lay close to limp in his arms, letting the pleasure rock over you, through you.

He was close, so close. Electricity ran up his spine, down to his toes. He could feel it building, his stomach tightening. His cock felt too hard, too ready to explode, and with one more push inside you, he was there, bursting. He roared into the air, mouthing at your neck as sparks shot through him and his hips rutted into you without control. You could feel it twitching inside you, spurting inside you, the sudden warmth that flowed down your walls and disappeared into the water. You pulled back from his shoulder and kissed him fiercely, mouth open and cheeks hurting against his beard. Somewhere on earth, an earthquake shook a city.

Hermes had trailed a little too far when following you, and couldn’t figure out how both of you had disappeared through the rockface. He had heard your voices, had heard the quiet way they dissipated as if you had been walking away. He pressed on the cliffs in all sorts of places, contemplating if both of you had actually dared attempt to climb the menacing cliffs, when he heard a splash. He followed it to the vines, to the entrance to the lake, and snuck through. He walked until the edge of the cave-like passageway, sticking close to the walls. He peeked through, and saw the clothes on the floor, your dress in a heap near the edge of a boulder. Something thick and sticky filled his stomach and began to climb toward his throat. He dropped close to the floor and crawled into the sanctuary, hiding behind the boulders until he could view the lake from behind one of them.

The sight of you clinging to his uncle, wet arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him like you were desperate, droplets of water on your face as it contorted in pleasure even while you pressed your mouth to Poseidon’s, made Hermes close his eyes and sit back against the boulder. He had seen Poseidon’s hands below the water, gripping your waist, pressing it to his own. He had heard the gasps you let out between kisses, the little moans in reply to Poseidon’s grunts. He wanted to gag. He pressed a hand to his mouth, clenched his eyes shut and pressed his head between his knees. This couldn’t be real. What he was seeing, what he was still hearing, couldn’t be real. A black anger, venomous and seething, like something he had never felt before, filled his belly. It was vicious, eating through his flesh, whispering hatred in his ears. He wanted to scream, to jump into the water and rip his uncle to shreds, to throw you off the side of Olympus. His hands began to shake and he pressed them to his ears to drown out the sounds of your coupling. His fingers dug into his hair and he pulled it until it felt like it was on the verge of being ripped out. He needed vindication. He deserved vindication.

Hermes sat there until his breath was closer to normal, then crawled back out the way he came. He stood outside the entrance to the lake and whispered curses at the both of you. His entire body felt red hot and he trembled with his anger. He stomped back toward the palace, scheming and trying to fit pieces together in his mind of what would hurt the both of you most. He wanted you dead. He wanted you gone. You were the reason this awful thing sat in his heart, this parasite that was eating him alive. The only way to do that was to get Zeus to kill you. It was the only answer.

Hermes’s walk began to slow as he approached the main courtyard, as he saw the paths that wound around the main palace and noticed the side door that allowed the cloud spirits in and out. It all fell together in his head. A small smile of relief made its way onto his lips. Yes, yes, it was all falling into place. It would be easy, too easy. And what would make Zeus angrier than his lightning bolt going missing?

As you began to walk back from the lake, the only hint of your adventure being the wet tips of your hair and the slightest limp in your walk, you could hear the sound of rushing and yelling and thunder. Instantly you were on guard, body seizing up and eyes turning serious. Poseidon walked a little faster, staying just ahead of you as you entered the main courtyard of Olympus and headed into the castle where the commotion seemed to be coming from.

“WHO HAS STOLEN IT?! ANSWER ME. WHICH ONE OF YOU DARE STEAL FROM YOUR KING?” You could hear Zeus clear as day even before you entered the throne room, staring at the morose pantheon as you walked in behind Poseidon. When Zeus noticed the new entries, he whirled on his brother and shoved a finger in his face. “Was it you? Jealous of my power, my position?”

“What has happened?” Poseidon asked, though an anger suddenly seethed in his stomach at the fire in his brother’s eyes and the finger pointed at his face.

“MY LIGHTNING BOLT HAS BEEN STOLEN!” Zeus screamed into the air, pacing in the middle of the gods as they all stood just in front of their thrones.

Hades turned to look at the both of you, Persephone clutched tight under his arm, and he shook his head as if to tell you to stay silent. Hephaestus and Hestia stood next to each other, arms brushing together and eyeing Zeus critically, as if this madness could only have been brought on by his own doing. You pursed your lips and shifted to stand hidden behind your lover.

“Confess. Right now. Who has stolen it?” Zeus spat, eyeing each of the gods who only looked away from his piercing gaze.

Poseidon noted the way Hermes glanced toward you, at the edges of your hair dripping onto your dress and leaving watermarks on your shoulders and back. His eyes were hard like onyx, and something akin to cruelty seemed to hide behind his face, the set of his mouth, but he passed it off as annoyance at his father. Ares noted you standing beside his uncle, and a frown overtook his face.

“She is not of Olympus, is it a coincidence that she is here and the lightning bolt has been stolen?” He voiced, pointing at you. Everyone turned to stare at you and your heart jumped into your throat. You began to shake your head, holding your hands up in surrender.

“No, this has nothing to do with me, I was nowhere near the palace,” you began desperately, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing to try and figure out how to appease them.

“She was with me, and we were far from here. She did not do this,” Poseidon’s voice was like a crack of lightning, truly a competition for his brother.

“You could’ve had someone else help you,” Zeus thundered, ignoring his brother and continuing to glare daggers at you now that the seed of doubt had been planted. “Return it at once.” “But I don’t have it! How am I supposed to return something I have not stolen?!” You cried desperately, tears now threatening your eyes.

“You refuse? Fine. You will be seized until the lightning bolt has been returned to its rightful place,” and before anyone could even take a breath, a glowing circle surrounded the floor around you and you disappeared in a flash of lightning, transported to something akin to a jail cell on the far side of Mount Olympus.

As you cried in the room of pure white, no door to leave through, the walls impenetrable to even your magic, the gods in Asgard received a message of the accusation lodged against you. Odin, though fuming, worried more for your safety, and sent an envoy of ravens to tell of their incoming arrival on Olympus to discuss these events. All the norse gods begged to accompany him, to aid in avenging their princess, but he only enlisted the help of Loki, knowing of your friendship with the Jotunn and that the trickster would be good help in getting out of a sticky situation.

On Olympus, Hermes watched you curl up in a corner of the room, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red, and guilt began to fill his heart. He had felt angry, vindictive, when he saw you kiss the god of the seas. But knowing that he had hurt you felt so much worse than any of that. He hated that you had chosen Poseidon, that you refused to love him back, but he hated this burning in his heart, this venomous, evil blackness that seemed to tinge his very insides as he listened to your quiet sobs. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like this. Though it felt too late to have this realisation, he knew he could do at least one thing to begin making it right.

Zeus sat on his throne, fuming. Lightning crackled in the sky, winds blew so fiercely that the humans had boarded themselves into their houses or sat at the altars of his temple, praying for his forgiveness. He would kill you. He would kill you and retrieve the bolt and send your divine corpse back to Odin and his people as a lesson.

Poseidon had been lost as to what to do next, he had already yelled at his brother, threatened war, interrogated almost all his nephews and nieces to no avail. He had even gotten on his knees in front of Zeus’s throne, swallowed his pride and begged his brother to believe him, to believe that you were innocent. Nothing. He had eventually fallen onto his throne, glaring daggers at his brother as his nieces and nephews whispered among themselves around the throne room, looking between him and Zeus. Hades, finally having let go of Persephone and ushering her to find her mother and a safe garden to stay in until he came and got her, made his way to stand behind Poseidon. He didn’t say a word, knowing his brother didn’t need to hear anything right now, and just placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Poseidon did not move.

The doors to the throne room burst open for the second time that day and Hermes ran in, the wings on his shoes still fluttering. He skidded to a stop just in front of Zeus’s throne, huffing out “father!” as he bent at the waist to catch his breath. All the gods turned to stare, Zeus raising an eyebrow as he stared contemptuously down at his son. Poseidon sat forward.

“I found the lightning bolt!” Hermes huffed, holding out the bolt to his father. A gasp floated around the room as they all stared at the buzzing lightning bolt in his hand. Zeus leaned over and snatched it out of Hermes’ hands, holding onto it so tightly that if it had been anything else it would have been crushed into dust.

“Where did you find it, son?” Zeus asked, eyes still on the lightning bolt.

“On Earth, father, thrown into the mountains of Rhodope,” he sighed, eyes flitting around to the other gods. They began to murmur, frowns marring their faces as they wondered how in the world the lightning bolt had ended up in the Rhodope mountains.

Zeus stared at his son, his gaze like stone, until the younger god looked away. Then he sighed and snapped his fingers so the bolt returned to its place and clapped his hands, a smile now on his face.

“Dionysus! This is now a celebration! Bring wine, the lightning bolt has returned,” and he began bellowing with laughter. Some of the gods joined in, tittering awkwardly, and Hera sighed so heavily and with such annoyance that even Zeus shifted away from the side which bordered her throne.

Poseidon stared at all that had just happened, at the relieved smile on Hermes’ face and the way Zeus was already back to joking with Ares. Anger, hot and boiling, seethed inside of him and he stood abruptly from his throne, glaring at his brother then heading for the door. He couldn’t be in here any longer while his love was trapped in some prison surely made to torture her very soul. Just as he reached the doors, they burst open once more and Odin stormed in, cloak billowing behind him as he marched up to Zeus’s throne.

“Where is my daughter?” He demanded, mouth set in an angry line.

“In my prison, she is accused of stealing my lightning bolt,” Zeus answered in an equally thunderous voice, standing and looking down at the man.

“Release her at once, she did no such thing.”

“How do you know? She appears in Olympus, the only outsider, and then my lightning bolt goes missing. This does not seem like a coincidence to me,” Zeus raised an eyebrow as he stared at Odin, daring the god to rebuke him. Odin opened his mouth as if he was about to argue but closed it and sighed, taking a deep breath in to gather his words.

“Release my daughter. Please,” he gritted out. “My people will never interact with yours again, will never step foot near Olympus again as long as you release her.” Zeus and Poseidon stared at Odin, one contemplating, the other heartbroken. Zeus nodded, standing from his throne and holding out his hand to Odin.

“It is agreed. Neither of our peoples will step foot in the other’s lands, will interact with the other, for the safety of our people,” Zeus’s voice was stoic, and he waited until Odin had nodded in return and slipped his hand into his own. They shook twice and Zeus snapped his fingers, turning his back on Odin to return to his throne.

“My daughter? Where is she?” Odin snapped, glaring daggers into Zeus’s back.

“Oh, you will find her outside with your trickster,” Zeus waved his hand in the air, voice unbothered, and Odin disappeared with a flash.

Poseidon fell back into his throne, all the air gone from his lungs. He stared at the spot where Odin had stood, where reality seemed to have collapsed, and a choked sound left his mouth. The promise still rang in his ears, the promise of separation, the promise of never seeing his love again until the day he was forgotten and disappeared into the dust. He clenched the arm so harshly that it broke off, and the other gods in the room turned to stare at him. He threw it onto the floor, cracking the marble, and disappeared, leaving only the scent of the sea in his wake.

At the base of Mount Olympus, Loki waited for something to happen, whether it be Odin returning with you or a call to fight. He paced in the dirt, murmuring threats of violence to himself, all the things he would do if you weren’t returned in an instant. And then, in a flash of light, there you were, kneeling in the dirt, dress torn, hair damp, and tears tracking down your cheeks. You stared around yourself as if you couldn’t truly believe you were no longer surrounded with nothingness. You pressed your hands into the dirt, feeling the mud squelch under your fingers and took a deep breath in, beginning to laugh happily. Being a goddess, you were so quick to take freedom for granted, you realised.

You stared up at Loki, a wide smile on your face when Odin appeared beside him in a flash of light. There was relief in his eyes, but something else too. Something akin to worry.

“Father! I promise, I promise, I did not steal that lightning bolt,” you began, pressing your hands together as your face fell.

“I know, little goddess, I know,” he soothed, patting the top of your head as you began to weep with relief. “But whoever has done this has caused consequences far beyond your imprisonment. From henceforth, we are not to speak with, to be near any of the gods of that pantheon,” he told you, smiling sympathetically down at you as your face fell.

“What?”

“I know you enjoyed Olympus, you had made friends with those gods, but it is the only solution, the best agreement,” and with another pat to your head he disappeared back to Valhalla.

You sat there, staring up at the sky where the clouds gathered to hide Olympus, as your head filled with… everything. You wanted to scream, to march up there and demand they let you in, let you see your lover. How could they do this? Accuse you of this, then rip him away from you? Your entire body began to quiver and you let out a scream from deep inside you. It was shrill and so loud that even the gods in the throne room paused at a distant sound of pain that reached their ears.

Loki walked over and knelt down in the dirt next to you, gently caressing your hair as you wailed into the air. It was the sound of an animal hurt, of a baby crying for its mother, of a lover separated. He whispered gently into your ear, promises of an eternity to recover, of lands yet to explore, of anything he could think of that may calm your screaming. Slowly, you stopped screaming and began sniffling, hiccuping with remnant sobs, and saying “no, no, no,” over and over again.

“They cannot take him from me. They will not.”

“Remember the story I told you, little goddess?” Loki asked, a frown marring his face as he looked down at you.

“I will not be like them,” you whimpered, lips quivering in anger and frustration, “I do not intend to lose.” And you stood from the dusty ground, dress ripped and torn, hair in disarray, mud splatters on your face, and pointed a finger toward Mount Olympus, a vow whispered on your lips.

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You Are Not One Of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 3

Full Request - Part 2

AN: I’m so sorry this is so late! I’ve been so busy with life and then I was so tired I kinda lost the motivation to write but I’m back now!!! Also, sorry this is so short, it's kind of a filler before all the big stuff happens!

Side note: I’m so proud of the way I choose to show their messaging systems - will continue in ending note -

Summary: Forced apart, you and Poseidon try to find ways to communicate.

Word count: 2,604

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they are both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any)

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

After you were thrown from Olympus and forbidden to even be near your love, it stormed for two weeks straight. With every day of the storm, more houses were destroyed, more people hurt, with no sign of an end. The people trekked to Poseidon’s temples every day with offerings, they prayed until their voices were hoarse, but the rain didn’t cease. The people believed he had given up on them, that they had done something to anger him. They didn’t know the utter heartbreak that coursed with the ichor in his veins. They didn’t know that this was the true despair of a god, that it could destroy them all.

You had been taken back to Asgard and cared for like you were newly-made, the Aesir tip-toeing around you and hoping not to set off any catastrophes. You had become numb since you had been brought home, moving around the halls of Valhalla like a lost spirit. Odin and Frigg tried so hard to bring you back, to do something that would return you to yourself, but it was all in vain. The only thing that you could possibly want was him.

Every day you walked the fjords, standing right on the edge of a cliff, the breeze pressing on your back, hoping to push you off. You had roamed every inch of the fjords, combed every cliffedge. You waited for Pegasus to find you, to whisk you away to your love, but the winged stallion never came. You hoped for a sign, any sign that both of you weren’t lost to each other, but nothing came.

And then, when you were beginning to lose all hope, you looked down over the edge of the cliff, straight down and into the swirling waters that frothed and smashed against the sharp rocks. There was no pegasus, but a huge clump of seaweed. You had never seen the seaweed come up near the fjords before in your whole existence, not this much anyway. It was always deep under the water, or only a few specks of it floated up and washed ashore. But there was so much of it floating near the edge that it created an island on the water.

Your heart stopped in your chest as you watched it float to the cliff wall and bump against it. Again and again it floated into the cliff, as if waiting for something before it would allow itself to disperse. You clenched your hands together, breath suddenly shallow, then took a run and jumped off the cliff.

The water was icy, and your skin began to tingle as the bubbles floated up around you and to the surface. You waited until they had all disappeared then allowed yourself to push to the surface as well, treading water and staring up at the sky for a moment. It had been so long since you had gone swimming, since you had enjoyed the sea as you once had, and it felt immeasurably good to be immersed in it once more. You smiled, wider and brighter than you had ever done since being back from Olympus. You allowed yourself to drop into the water again and again, ceasing the swirling of your arms and legs to just float in it. It felt like a hug from Poseidon. Then you swam over to the island of kelp and began sifting through it.

Carefully pulling each piece away and gathering it into your other hand. If it truly was a message from him you wouldn’t let any of it go to waste. It was slippery and a little slimy but you just held on tighter as you straightened out each piece and lay it in your other hand. Right in the centre of the bundle, you found five oyster shells. They were placed in a perfectly straight row in the perfect centre of the kelp and they were… perfect. You had never seen an oyster like that, perfectly black on the outside like a mussel but still rippled so you knew it was an oyster. You reached out and gently picked one up. Your hands shook and tears filled your eyes until the oyster became blurry. You wiped at them haphazardly, blinking until you could see again and the tears had mixed into the seawater.

The oyster was just barely open, a thin crack that you tried to peek through, but you couldn’t see anything inside. You dug your nails into the opening and used whatever godly strength you possess to pry it open just enough without breaking it fully. It was a rather delicate task and you had to stop a few times for fear of cracking the shell, but when you got it open you found a beautiful pearl sitting in the centre. It wasn’t perfectly round (as you found that natural pearls rarely were) and was actually rather flat with its edges poking out here and there so it looked like a splash of water in pearl form. You picked it out of the shell, the oyster within not giving any resistance, and you held it in your palm. It seemed smooth, and glinted different colours in the grey light. You flipped it over, and you found that there were little scratches on the pearl. They were much too small for you to decipher at first, but as you brought it closer to your eye and realised that it was writing, your heart began to thunder. ‘To have and to hold’ was all it said. You stared at it, heart in your throat, and gently placed it back in the oyster, shutting it and resting it on its bed. The next was the same, except this pearl was smoother around the edges, almost like a flat oval. ‘For better or worse’ it said in the same small writing. The one after it was almost perfectly round but also flat and thin like a drachma. ‘For richer or for poorer’. The next pearl was sharp, its edges jagged and spiking out. ‘Until death do us part’. You caressed it, allowing the sharpest edge to cut into your skin and the bead of blood to stain the pearl. You whispered each word aloud as you opened the pearls, hoping that since you were in the water that he could hear it, that he would know. The final pearl was a perfect sphere and as large as the first segment of your pinky finger. The writing was inscribed around it, and you spun it over and over, reading the words until they were screaming inside your head, until you couldn’t read them anymore because your eyes were streaming with tears and you were sobbing so heavily that water splashed up and into your mouth. ‘I love you’ it read, inscribed over and over around the pearl so that it looked like it was scratched all over.

You floated there for a moment, staring at the vows, at the pearls, then let yourself sink under the water, eyes closed. You screamed the words into the water, bubbles floating around your face, voice garbled, but you screamed until you had no air left and even your body began to tire. You wanted him to hear you, needed him to know. Then you surfaced, breathing heavily and feeling lighter than you had before coming to the cliffs. You looked at each pearl again, caressed them, then gently placed them back into their shells. You wrapped the shells up in the seaweed, creating a tight parcel and tying it up with the seaweed you had stripped away before. You stayed in the water a while longer, feeling the caress of it on your skin, pretending it was his arms wrapping around you, his fingers running up and down your arms. Then, when it became close to the time of the nightly feast and knowing the others would begin to worry if you did not show up, you grabbed the parcel and made your way back to your new home, a small house built at the bottom of the hills that led to the cliff edges.

It was more of a hut, built in the viking style and furnished sparsely. You had lost all your taste for glamour in the last weeks, lost the feeling of being a goddess, and had conjured this place, quiet and secluded and right by the cliffs you had once enjoyed. You left the pile of seaweed in the hall of the house by the entrance, thinking of ways to decorate your house with it. You placed the shells in order on a shelf just above your bed. You didn’t want the pearls themselves to be exposed, just in case someone came snooping. You looked at them longingly and kissed each shell before making the journey back to Valhalla. You had to find a way to send a message in return. You had to.

Poseidon sat on the beach he had once brought you to. He stared out at the water’s edge, watching a happy couple walk along it, a woman in a beautiful dress kicking up splashes of water and the man staring down at her with such devotion in his eyes. He watched them press close to each other, walk further into the water, let it roll over them. He watched them kiss, felt it on his own lips, then a wave crashed over the shadows and they disappeared into seafoam and the sparkle of sunlight on the water.

Poseidon pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, sighing heavily and shaking his head as he muttered angrily to himself. Though he had been forced to stop the storms lest he flood all of Greece, the one in his head never ceased. You were his every thought, consuming him from the inside. He had gone to the lake on Olympus everyday for the week he had been forced to stay there after your banishment. Zeus has wanted all the gods together to feast and be merry for the return of his bolt. Poseidon had not spoken a word the entire time, glaring at his brother with such fire that even Hephaestus could not conjure a flame with such heat. The rest of the time was either spent watching Hermes, trying to figure out if all of this was really his doing, or making the trek to the lake to sit on one of the boulders, feet dipped into the water, and reminiscing on the time he had with you.

Even since had returned to his domain, nothing felt right. The usually comforting embrace of the water now felt hollow. The feeling of the sand under his feet did not mean anything now that he couldn’t share it with you. He no longer felt like the god of the seas, just a god of… nothing. Everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of you. He could not escape your memory even if he were trying. Even now, sitting on the beach where you had first kissed, he could only hope you had received his pearls, his vows of marriage.

A butterfly, blue and shiny, fluttered into view. He watched it flap its wings and fly in little twirls, as if looking for something. Then it began to flutter closer, circling its way to him. He watched the little creature with a sad smile, wishing you were here to see it. He knew you would love it. But the butterfly kept coming closer, flittering and fluttering until it sat itself on the tip of his nose. His eyes crossed as he tried to stare at it, eyebrows knitting in a frown, as the insect flapped its wings once, twice, then laid them out flat and stopped moving entirely. Without the strength of its little legs gripping to his nose, the butterfly fell away and into his lap, laying on his thigh as still and dead as he felt. His frown deepened, staring at the creature with its legs poking up into the air and wings perfectly flat.

The structure and pattern suggested it was a monarch butterfly, but they didn’t come in blue. It was old, at least for its species, around 6 weeks if he were to guess, right at the end of its life. With the gentlest movements, he dug his fingertips under the wings of the dead butterfly and lifted it closer to his eyes. He flipped it over and examined the backs of its wings, the beautiful blue that somehow shined even brighter now that it was dead. He stared at the black lines that swirled over the wings, creating little pockets of blue and edged with dots of white. It was in the black lines that he found writing, in the smallest letters possible. Where the lines swirled and made pockets, letters followed them. And there, on the wings of this butterfly that seemed to randomly appear on this beach and randomly choose to land on him, he found his wedding vows. Each one he had sent, returned in the beautiful writing of a goddess. And right at the bottom, in the biggest letters, ‘I love you’. He could almost hear your voice, a whisper in the wind, and he closed his eyes lest the tears fall.

Years passed without a word from neither him nor you. You had settled into your life with the Aesir again, comforted by the pearls that sat above your bed. You opened the shells every night and gazed at them, whispering the words and hoping that somewhere in the sea he felt your love. He too returned to his palace underwater, the butterfly encased in clear ice to be frozen as long as he lived, a reminder that you had said yes, that you had married him. Both of you felt safer knowing he was yours and you were his. It was not a traditional wedding by any means, but it was yours, and you would cherish it until the end of your days.

After the first three decades of peace and no sign of anyone knowing that you had sent messages to each other, you sent one more, another butterfly with a simple reminder that you loved him. In return you received a conch shell, not too large but still a hefty weight in your palm. When you lifted it to your ear, in the whisper of the ocean you could hear his voice, telling you he loved you. Every night you put it to your ear and let it lull you to sleep.

So many years passed in this way, changes coming and going, empires rising and falling. Suddenly the modem age arrived, bringing its technology and skyscrapers and all of you gods into each other’s vicinity once more. Now the Greek gods were huddled in New York, living lavishly atop the Empire State building while the halls of the Aesir occupied Boston, hiding in plain sight. The battles continued, the monsters still roared, but things had become slow, the gods became lazy. While you kept your cabin in the fjords, your connection to Poseidon and your homeland, you were forced to spend much of your time in Boston to keep yourself alive, to keep your facade with the other gods.

The clashes between the worlds of the Greek and the Norse became more frequent, though all the gods kept their promise of staying away from each other. It was not until the battle of the Draugur that this promise was broken. That after millennia you were face to face with your love once more…

A/N: I chose things from the sea as his messaging system because obvi he’s the god of the sea. But I chose butterflies for Y/n because I see her character in so many ways that I feel the butterfly embodies. I was thinking of the butterfly effect (a butterfly flaps its wings in one place and a storm starts in another) and that’s literally Y/n because she’s this small thing who’s seen as gentle and underestimated but she causes all these big things simply by existing. And then butterflies are seen as small and gentle and colourful but there’s literally a species of butterfly that drinks the tears of turtles and that felt so accurate to her character because she’s seen as small and pretty and colourful (and she is) but she can also be vicious and violent for survival. Anyway, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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You Are Not One Of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 4

Full Request Part 2

AN: There will have to be another couple of parts probably because I have the bad habit of writing way too much for the smallest things. :)

Summary: After so long apart, you and Poseidon meet in dire circumstances. It leads to a news neither of you expected.

Word count: 5,125

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they are both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, p in v s*x, oral f receiving, desperate sex, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any)

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

The battle of the Draugr came unexpectedly. A large-scale monster attack was rare in the new world, and it could not be allowed to occur for the chaos it would cause in the human world. You were not often called to handle things anymore. After the Olympus incident you had distanced yourself from all the other gods. You stayed in your cabin or wandered the world on your own, watching love and war blossom. You had no interest in the affairs of the Aesir anymore and they came to realise it. You barely attended feasts after the first few years in the aftermath and slowly no one began to bother to call on you for events in the world of the divine. But this was too big for anyone but you to handle. You were still the greatest fighter of the Norse world, the goddess of war, and this outpouring of Draugr on some beach somewhere could be handled by no one else.

You had been sitting atop one of the fjord cliffs you still loved visiting, swinging your legs over the edge and feeling the breeze come off the sea when one of your father’s ravens came to you. It was panicked, nipping lightly at your hands so you would pay attention to the message it had for you. An army of Draugr had risen from the sand and laid waste on a beach in the new world. It was usually a crowded place, but after the slaughter had begun it was now deserted and housing this army. The mist had covered it as some random violent attack, but people were dying, and it could not be left to stand.

You dressed for battle, tying your hair back and sliding your sword into the scabbard at your waist before travelling to this beach. You were surprised to see the legion of Draugr prowling the beach. While it was not an army like the raven had suggested - in actual fact a centuria - it was still a huge amount to take on by yourself. You were apprehensive to engage when you appeared on the beach, counting out each of them.

When your presence was finally noted, it was a swarm attack. You were swift with your blade, cutting them down as soon as they were within reach. Some simply disintegrated from your power, radiating from you and burning away the few that managed to come close and avoid your blade. But it was quickly becoming tiring. There were so many of them and only one of you. You were backed up toward the waterline, swinging your sword and cutting away another group. There were only a few left, but your arms were beginning to tire and your reactions were getting sloppier. Your power had dissipated after the initial bursts, and the Draugr were closing in. One managed to swipe claws against your arm, its dead limbs moving surprisingly quickly. A large gash began dripping blood down your arm and you cried out, pushing through the pain to finish the last of the creatures, watching as they turned to dust, mixing with the sand.

Through all the fighting, you hadn’t realised you were pushed into the water. Your feet were wet, sinking into the sand with the swish of each wave. Water splashed onto your calves, drenching your dress and plastering it to your legs. You stared down into the water, murky around your feet. You watched the swish of each wave, the shadows that danced atop the water, and warmth began to creep up your feet, through your legs. You felt it touch your very soul, caress it gently. Your entire body felt soft and rested, warm and safe. You dropped your sword, sending it back to your cabin with half a thought, and examined your arm. The gash was gone, smooth skin stitched back up. You touched it lightly, marvelling at the lack of a scar. You healed quickly as a god, but not this quickly. You curled your toes in the sand, sighing happily when you heard a splash behind you.

Your heart stopped. You knew who it was. You began to tremble. You didn’t want to turn around. What if it wasn’t him and you were imagining this feeling? You would be shattered with disappointment to turn and find nothing. What if the moment didn’t live up to everything you had imagined? What if he were disappointed to see you? What if, what if, what if? Your hands shook and the splashing neared, as if someone was taking long steps through the water to reach you. Tears burned at your eyes, a tingle building under your skin, in your hands. Slowly, as if you were fighting for every movement, you began to turn around, chest heaving with every breath, every concealed sob. You blinked quickly, hoping to dispel the tears, and then there he was.

He was… everything. He was beautiful, as majestic as the day you had first seen him. Broad shouldered and tall, strong arms and a thick beard. You gasped in a breath, a lump at the back of your throat. His hair was combed back but still curled slightly over his forehead, kept a little longer than when you had been together so many years ago. His eyes were so blue, piercing and matching the ocean. They were stormy, so many emotions warring inside them, soft yet conflicted. His face was pained, eyebrows pinched together slightly and mouth pursed. He wore clothes of linen, white loose pants and a blue button-up shirt. He looked like he lived at the beach, and you loved it, loved the way he looked in modern fashion.

He was right in front of you now, only one large stride away, and you stared up into his face. Your eyes were so full of tears he was blurred but you didn’t care, blinking as much as you could so they fell down your cheeks but cleared your eyes. Your lower lip wobbled, cheeks shaking as you tried to suppress your sobs and failed. You wouldn't believe it. You couldn’t. You couldn’t believe that he was right there, standing right in front of you after the countless years you had been forced apart, not even a glimpse of one another.

He was dry despite having walked out of the sea, and he reached out and gently stroked down your arm with his index finger. You began sobbing like a hysterical child, body shaking as you moved forward and fell onto him. Your sobs were almost screams, little high-pitched sounds being squeezed out of you like someone pressing the sack of a bagpipe as hard as they could. He gathered you up in his arms, pressing you to his chest and dropping his head against yours. He pressed his face to your hair, inhaling shakily. You pressed yourself to him as much as you could, wrapping your arms around his torso and holding so tight that he found it slightly difficult to breathe. Your fingertips pressed into his firm muscles, gripping him tight because you didn’t know if he would disappear if you let go. You cried into his chest, sobbing and wetting his shirt with your tears. He was so warm, cocooning you in his arms. You almost wrapped yourself around him like moss on a tree-root and he just squeezed you as much as he could, hands splayed over your back. He was so strong, like an oak tree in your arms, and you cried even harder. Years and years of living off of an occasional message, of only imagining what he looked like, whether he had decided to completely change the way he looked and you would have no way of knowing. Every night you pressed the conch shell to your ear, promising yourself that you would never forget what he sounded like. You had imagined what it would be like to meet him again countless times. You had spent hours contemplating the moment, but it was far more intense than you had expected, almost debilitating.

Both of you stood there clinging to each other for a long time. Neither of you wanted to risk letting go lest the other disappear. If either of your grips began to loosen even slightly the other would grip tighter, shaking their head as if they couldn’t bear it. It was only after your sobs had subsided and the only sound was the ocean water sloshing around your legs that you slowly began to peel away from each other, just enough to be able to look into each other’s eyes while still keeping some type of grip on each other’s bodies. Poseidon leaned down and kissed you, a firm kiss with warm lips and salt from your tears. His lips were so soft and pillowy and you gripped his face, pushing yourself against his mouth even harder. He kissed you so urgently that you had to force yourself away to gasp for breath. He gave you a moment before kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Another long while passed while both of you kissed, desperate and grappling each other.

The kisses eventually began to slow down and you slowly pulled away from him once more, eyes closed and chest heaving. You panted for a few moments, staring up at his face as your breaths escaped from you. He watched you in return, eyes almost feral as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, in his arms, and neither of you had been suddenly destroyed for breaking the rules.

“Poseidon,” you whispered, and he almost melted into your arms. It was sweeter than any music the muses could possibly conjure. To hear your voice utter in his name, just to hear your voice… he kissed you again.

“Y/n,” he breathed against your mouth. You could feel his lips move, form the letters of your name, and you caressed his cheeks, moved your hands to the nape of his neck and dug them into his hair. You nodded, mouths and noses rubbing together. You pressed your chest and stomach to him, slightly uncomfortable from squishing your breasts, but you didn’t care.

“Yes,” you sighed, pressing your mouth to his and just standing there. If you could crawl into his skin you would. He whispered something but you didn’t understand what, his voice too quiet, lips too squashed, to decipher whatever it was. You just nodded, tears filling your eyes again.

“You’re here,” you mumbled, voice clogged, and you pressed kisses along his cheeks, over his nose, any piece of his face you could reach.

He gripped your face tight in his hands and pulled it away, staring at you for a moment as if he truly didn’t believe you were there. He looked almost alarmed, as if he had imagined you enough times in the past and been disappointed that you hadn’t been there. You just smiled a watery smile, giggling and sniffling and nodding in his grip, whispering assurances.

“I’m here,” you sighed happily, “we’re here.”

Poseidon gripped your waist and hoisted you into the air. You squealed, loud and high, and he just laughed as he lugged you into his arms like a sack of potatoes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his shoulders, as he adjusted to grab your ass with both hands and keep you hoisted against him. He began walking into the ocean, laughing as you squealed at the cold water washing over you. He stopped when both of you were submerged, when your toes could no longer touch the floor and you had to grip him to stay afloat. He kissed you once more, taking one of his hands from your behind and reaching up to wipe away the wet hair from your face.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered, and you obeyed as he began to walk even further into the ocean. He walked until both of you were submerged in the water and he kept walking until the surface was far above you and the last dregs of sunshine were all that illuminated your face. You could breathe once more, immersed in not only his domain but his power. He didn’t let you go, just held on tighter as if you would now try to swim away, but you kissed him with all your might, pressing your tongue into his mouth and rubbing your hands along the nape of his neck. He groaned into your mouth, licking against your tongue and caressing your back. There was so much to say, so much to do, but all of that could wait a little longer. The world could wait for as long as both of you had.

It was suddenly hot under the water, as if your bodies had begun to boil it around you, and you hurried to pull away from him and begin tugging at the buttons of his shirt. You popped the first two open, but the third proved slightly more challenging and he let you go to grab your hands. You floated close to him, kept there by whatever power he wielded against the currents, and you huffed impatiently. He just smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth before fully unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping it off of his shoulders. You stared at his chest, his stomach, at the thick muscles that corded his arms and the ridges and valleys of his abdomen. You reached out and gently ran your fingers over them, and he shivered at the tickle of your fingertips. Poseidon swallowed and reached out to gently begin pulling the left strap of your dress away from your skin and down your arm. He did the same with the other and pulled it down your body. Your chest heaved as he exposed it, your stomach quivered as it came into view, and you clenched your thighs together as the dress finally slipped away and floated off of your feet. He caressed the underside of your breasts with his thumbs, slowly moving his hands to grip them in his palms. You sighed softly, the sound verging on a whimper, and he rubbed his thumbs against your nipples, pressing the hard little buds and rolling them around. You leaned forward slightly into his hands, reaching up and gripping onto his arms. He kissed down your neck, open-mouthed kisses that you could feel left saliva on your skin even under the water.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, then gently encased a nipple in his mouth, pinching his lips together around it and sucking until you keened loudly and dug your nails into his arms at the tightness. He bit at it gently, sparks flying under your skin, through your breast and into your stomach, straight to your core. You puffed and panted as he moved away from your breast, kissing down the valley and over your stomach. His hands returned to your breasts, squeezing and massaging as he pressed kisses into the flesh of your stomach. He roamed from side to side, rubbing his beard into the sensitive skin just to feel you shiver, to feel your stomach pulse against his face at every little action that he performed. He was desperate for you, feral and starved.

You bent forward, resting one hand on his back as he kissed down to your waist and then lower. Your high-pitched squeal was clear even under water. A straight note that carried through the water. He licked between your folds, delving his tongue as far forward as it would go. The roughness of his taste buds rubbed against your clit, saliva slipping over your folds and the tip of his tongue gently curling against your entrance before it pulled back into his mouth once more.

It was like you weren’t underwater. You could feel the drip of his saliva, feel the wetness leaking out of you and coating your thighs. He lapped at you like a dog with a water bowl, messy and unrelenting. You quivered and fell entirely onto his back, face pressed to his skin as he spread your legs and hoisted you higher so his face could properly be at level with your core. His nose pressed into the skin just above your clit and you could feel his top lip move against it as he licked at you, delved his tongue inside you. He pressed it in as far as it would go, tasting you, and you quivered, feeling full and empty all at once. The rub of his tongue against your walls was pure heaven and torture.

He devoured you like an animal, like a starved man, like a beast unleashed on its prey. The pleasure in you rose and rose and rose. Your limbs were jelly, your insides sparking like an exposed wire near water, and your screams grew louder and louder. It was a quick tightening in your belly, a sudden increase in pressure with nowhere to go. The balloon popped, the peak of the mountain reached, and you screamed into his back, pressing your teeth into it. Your legs shook like leafs in a storm. Your hands clenched so hard your wrists began to hurt. But he didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking, even as you began to whimper and whine and tried to pull away from him. He kept pressing his lips to your clit, sucking it and running his teeth over it until you came again, trembling in his arms.

As you lay panting against his back, brain empty, he kissed each of your thighs once, twice, then moved you to lay in his arms. You were limp, letting him move you how he wanted with a dreamy smile on your lips. He brought you lower until he could wrap your legs around his waist and your face was pressed close to his. Your legs just barely held onto him, but he was moving quicker now, the same desperation as before climbing back through his bones. He held onto his cock and pressed the tip to your entrance. You panted against his shoulder and he pressed until it had breached your entrance and pushed through the initial resistance. You gasped, twitching as he glided through, as the skin and protruding veins rubbed against your walls. You pressed harder against him, forcing your hips to fully meet his and grinding yourself against him. You were… full. Every part of you felt full. A pressure had built under your skin and you couldn’t keep still, couldn’t stop until you felt the drag of his cock against your insides. He granted your wish, pulling his hips back and pushing in again. You pressed your mouth to his, kissing him ravenously, tongues rubbing and teeth clashing painfully. His hips worked harder.

“My darling, my wife” he moaned into your mouth, and it pierced your brain. You moaned in reply, so loud that it probably echoed outside of the water.

You were his wife. You were his wife. You were his wife. You had been married, it had been real. His promises, his words, they were all real.

“My love, my husband!” You keened in his ear, allowing him to take control of all the movements as you lay prone on his chest, wrapped in his arms as he pistoned his hips in and out of you. His growls and moans were more feral than you had ever heard them. Your core was sensitive and sparking, sending your entire body quivering. The end came upon you too quickly. One second you were cresting, the next you were wrecked with pleasure, ears ringing and eyes rolled back into your head. You could see nothing, just sparks of gold and silver behind your eyes. You could feel nothing but the warmth and tingles under your skin. You didn’t have a body, you were just floating through space and time, a concentrated mass of pleasure.

Through the onslaught of senses, you could feel him spurt inside you, feel his cock twitch and fill you until it dripped out of you. It kept going until his cock slipped out of you, spent and unable to cling to your walls with how slick they had become. Your core clenched as if in reminiscence, missing the feeling of being filled to the brim. You clenched your eyes shut for a moment before relaxing your lids, sighing heavily and laying sprawled in his arms. You could feel his chest heaving, every breath pressing him close to you. You mustered the energy to kiss his shoulder, more a press of your lips to his skin than an actual kiss, and you smiled freely for the first time in a long time. You were truly happy, happier than anyone could possibly be, yet something niggled at your brain, pulling you from your stupor. The thought that this couldn’t last.

Both of you spent the rest of the night on the ocean floor, kissing and whispering about all the years you had missed. You made love so many times that you lost count, the pleasure blending into each moment until you had said enough was enough, your body was too sensitive to handle anything more. But when the sun began to rise and the rays returned to filter through the water, both of you knew it was time to go. Odin would need you to return and confirm your success before you were allowed to disappear to your hut once more, and knowing Poseidon’s meddling family and all the minor spirits that would jump at the chance to raise their status, staying in the sea any longer than you already had was much too risky.

So you made tearful goodbyes, kissing and hugging and promising that you would meet soon, that it would be impossible to go another century without seeing each other. You had whispered the words husband and wife, had whispered your wedding vows to each other with only the sun as your witness, then you had walked out of the water and made your way back to Asgard and Valhalla.

Odin had watched you shrewdly, as if he knew about your meeting with Poseidon but was waiting for you to confirm it. You said not one word that you didn’t have to, didn’t speak past confirming that the Draugr were gone and the humans could return safely if they wished, before returning to your hut on the cliff.

It was one week later when you began to feel different. Your body felt… odd. There was something new in your blood, something different that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You continued about your days as normal, but you began to feel more tired, as your body was taking much more than it gave. You spent days laying around, feeling slightly ill but not quite, and you could feel your body began to get heavier. Everything felt off. It was another week before you woke up to the intense urge to vomit. Your insides felt curdled, your body was roiling like waves in a storm, and you sat by a bucket for the entire morning, emptying your stomach over and over again.

You were beginning to gather what had happened, confirming the inkling that had niggled at the back of your mind for the past few days. You couldn’t quite decide how to feel as you pressed your hand to your stomach, eyes closed as you tried to focus on your belly, hoping you could sense what was inside of you. And there it was, a spark behind your eyes, a little golden glow, a little seed that was beginning to open and grow and bloom inside you. You could feel the child now, feel its presence, and you began to cry.

You were with child. You were with child and for the first time in so long you felt less alone. You didn’t have your family anymore, your own choice but sad nonetheless. You didn’t have Poseidon, not your choice but sad nonetheless. But you had this baby. You had a baby. You cried so hard and so loud that you had to press your face into your knees to muffle your sobs, hand pressed to your stomach as you sent all the love in your heart to that child.

In the evening, after spending the day in bed and whispering words of love and encouragement to a child that could not hear you yet, you made a list of all the things you would have to do before this child could come into the world safely. You would have to send a message to Poseidon, let him know that he would be a father, the father of your child, and a smile cracked across your face. You would need to discuss what to do next, a more grave thought that instantly wiped the smile away, because this child would not be safe unless your two worlds allowed a true peace, and you couldn’t see that happening any time soon. You would need to go into hiding, but that couldn’t last forever. You would need to find some way to hide the child, a more permanent way that would keep it safe until it could realise its full potential. You almost began to cry again at the thought of this baby that you already loved so much having to face hardships that it did not deserve. But you would find a way. You had to find a way. And it started first with your husband.

Poseidon hadn’t expected you to try contacting him again so soon. While both of you had agreed not to let it go too long again, he hadn’t expected you to try again after two weeks. It felt much too risky. But the butterfly landing on his hand was welcome regardless, and he smiled as it flapped its wings and went still in his hands. He caressed the backs of its wings before going to read the message, before his world changed forever.

I am with child. Find me. I love you.

He sat there for a moment, hands shaking, world spinning. He finally understood what humans felt like when they were underwater. He stared ahead of him. All he could see was a small child running around, it had your hair, your eyes, a beautiful child that he loved with all his heart. Tears began to slip down his cheeks, hot and stinging. He stood, looking around like he had never seen the world before, and the only thing that was centring him was knowing that he had to find you. He had to find you, and fast, because if anyone else got wind of this, you would all be doomed.

You heard a knock at the cabin door. You had been waiting for him, pacing the room with your hands pressed to your stomach as you wondered how he would find you. Would he send pegasus? Some animal from the sea? You hadn’t expected him to come himself.

When you opened the door and stared into his eyes, you couldn’t help the elated smile, the teary eyes. He was here. You were pregnant. Both of you had a family of your own. You pulled him into the cabin, slammed the door behind him, and kissed him like you never had before. He returned it tenfold, crying into the kiss as you hurriedly wiped the tears from his cheeks, refusing to pull away from his lips until both of you forgot how to breathe again. He dropped to his knees when you let him go, pressing his forehead to your stomach as both of you began to cry. You could feel the sobs shake his shoulders and you clung tighter to him, small hushes falling from your mouth.

“You carry my child,” he looked up to you, eyes glistening, and you nodded, chewing at your bottom lip to control your smile. But a hysterical giggle left your lips and he began kissing your stomach, whispering to the child inside. You cupped his face and lifted it back up to you, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“It will be a boy, I’m sure of it,” you whispered, “and he will be named Perseus.” Your voice was firm, eyes dancing, and he held your hands against his face, turning it left and right to kiss your palms again and again.

The closest thing to a child Poseidon had ever come to have had been his nephew, Perseus. He still remembered the boy, born only because of his brother’s uncontrollable lust and disregard for human life. But the boy had been sweet and strong, more like Poseidon than his own father. Poseidon had watched over him all his life, had sent him and his mother fish and freshwater when they had been trapped in the coffin and tossed into the sea. He had started storms to lead them to safer shores and helped his brother keep the child alive. He had loved the boy.

To know that he was having his own child now, a child to love and hold and give everything to… he still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. One day you would have the child, birth it into creation, and neither of you would be able to hold him, to nurture him. He would be a forbidden child, cursed to live without his parents lest the gods decide to forgive. A child cursed by the whims of those far above them, those who have nothing to do with them.

The child would be named Perseus, you had said, smiling up at him as you told him you were sure it was a boy. You had remembered the stories he told of his nephew, of the boy he had loved like a son, and you had promised to give him one of his own. Before your banishment you had promised that one day you would have a child, that you would give him the family both of you had wanted. He didn’t think it would happen like this, unexpected and hidden, dangerous and brutal. But as you told him about the baby, and told him that you would name the boy Perseus, he began to cry out of pure happiness, sniffling like a child.

You kissed his forehead, kneeling on the floor to press your cheek to his and hug him. You would have time to talk about the next steps, have time to talk about how to hide and how to make sure nothing would happen to your son. But for now, just for now, you would enjoy the knowledge that you would have a child together.

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