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ravenloop · 1 year

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-In Time-

Pairing: Yandere!Heimdall X Female!reader

Request (in summary [requested by @oyasumimosura]): Reader is the daughter of Kratos and sister of Atreus. She goes to Asgard with Atreus and is very protective of him. While she's there, she catches the eyes of Heimdall and finds out his feelings for her are far more deeper and darker than she thought. (So sorry this took so long! Also was worried about making Heimdall too OOC so I changed it a bit, hope you don't mind :))

Warnings: Just normal Yandere stuff, Heimdall being creepy and possessive (more towards the end), bit of swearing, some violence.

AN: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN SO LONG 😭 I was busy and honestly didn't even know how long I didn't post in :') so have this request! Trying to clear out my inbox lol. I hope y'all like it cause I Def stressed trying to make it good sjnsj enjoy <3

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There was something so creepy about him.

The way he looked at you. Stared at you. He didn't even think about looking away when your gazes crossed. It was like he wanted things to be awkward between you both.

Not like you wanted any sort of relationship with Heimdall, but it would be nice if he tried to be a little hospitable, would be far better than whatever he was currently doing. Which was—not so shockingly—staring.

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to act like you couldn't see him. Though, by now he probably read your mind and knew how you felt. Maybe that's why he kept doing it, he wanted you to feel extremely unwelcomed.

It wasn't like you wanted to come to Asgard in the first place. Your brother, Atreus, did. After a very heated argument back at Sindri's tree home, he ran off and sought out Asgard in spite. Of course he wasn't happy when you tracked him down, your father wouldn't be happy either—considering you went without his permission.

All you wanted was for Atreus to be safe. You'll be damned if you let your little brother get hurt by a bunch of piss-faced gods who think they're above everyone else.

With a sigh, you turned and walked away from the open area where Heimdall and a few other Aesir stood. Still, you could feel those eyes piercing through you like a spear.

"He's a weirdo, right?" You jolted, not expecting someone to talk to you. Turning towards the voice, you noticed Thor's daughter, "Um..."

She snorted at your awkward demeanor, "Relax. Everyone here thinks Heimdall is a jerk." You chuckled slightly at that, at least you knew you weren't alone.

"Im... glad to hear. Thrúd, is it?" She nodded. You've seen her talking to Atreus before leaving back at the lodge. Maybe she didn't have enough time to talk to you then, so she's doing it now. That or her parents didn't want her to.

"And you're Loki's sister, Huh?" She put her hand out, "Nice to meet ya!" Slowly you reached out and grabbed her hand, she shook it roughly. Seems like she's excited.

"He's told me a lot about you. Must be fun having a big sister. I've only had brothers." Oh, right. You remember her brothers, Magni and Modi—the ones father killed.

"Right." Suddenly the situation turned awkward.

"Always have to make newcomers feel threatened or uncomfortable, do you?" A hand landed on your shoulder, making you flinch and turn.

It was Heimdall again.

Good gods, how long was he standing there—was he watching you the entire time?!

This time he wasn't looking at you though, he was staring at Thrúd. She stared back, a frown on her face, "I don't always make people uncomfortable. Right?" She looked at you, making Heimdall do the same.

Both pair of eyes pinned you to your spot. Licking your teeth, you responded, "No, I don't think you do." This was literally your first time talking to her so you didn't know if what you said was even true. Hopefully it was.

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Lies. Lies. But I will leave you to be her personal toy if that's what you'd like. Nine realms know she hasn't made a single friend since being pushed out." Stepping back, he bowed mockingly before walking off with a laugh. But you didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer.

Thrúd scowl, "Don't worry about him. He's just being an ass as always. It's nothing new." You nodded. That was strangely relieving. Maybe he'd soon realise you weren't worth it and would leave you alone. Maybe.

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He didn't stop.

Those purple eyes never left your form. They tracked your everywhere. It felt like not even walls could stop him, like he'd just burn holes through them.

Even now, as people talked and murmured amongst themselves in the dining hall, he didn't focus on them. He only focused on one person. You.

The only reason you were even there was because Atreus was. It was late, the moon was high, and he had only just gotten back from a mission Odin sent him on a few minutes ago. It frustrated you how much Odin kept you and your brother separate, and Atreus was too oblivious to notice it.

I need to speak to him privately. We can't stay here any longer, You thought, staring at Atreus as he munched on a piece of bread. It was probably cold.

Opening your mouth, you were about to call his name, but he cut you off by yawning. "I think that mission tired me..." He laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck, "I'm gonna go sleep."

Atreus stood quickly, moving to leave the hall. "Wait-" You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn, "Atreus, I need to speak to you... In private."

He stared at you. His eyes swiftly glanced over your shoulder before returning to you, "Could... It wait until morning? I'm really tired..." Your brows furrowed. Why was he acting like this? "I- alright..." You let go of him, watching as he smiled at you, saying goodnight before disappearing down the stairs.

It bothered you that he clearly knew it was important, yet decided it could wait, but the look in his eyes told you something was off. And the way he looked past you—at what? At who?

Turning around, your eyes scanned the hall. And you noticed one person—one god—who wasn't there. Heimdall.

That bastard.

The large doors of the lodge swayed the tiniest bit, indicating someone just left, forgetting to close them properly maybe.

You weaved past a few servants in your way, not caring about what they whispered to their fellow acquaintances. You shouldered open the door more aggressively than intended, but you didn't care. Right now you had your mind set on confronting a certain Aesir.

It didn't even cross your mind that whoever left the lodge could have just been a random Aesir that likely didn't even know your name. But to your eyes only one person was missing from that room, and you would have noticed if he went down the stairs in the lodge, right?

Just in case, you kept one hand on the dagger attached to your hip. The one your mother gave you, since your father was far more detached from you when you were a child than he was with Atreus.

You shook the thought from your head. Now wasn't the time to reflect on your childhood. Things have changed. For better and for worse.

Slowly, you stalked through a smaller, narrower path connected to a larger one. It made you less likely to be seen by others, and right now you didn't need people being suspicious of you—far more than they already are—you'd add.

"Looking for me? I feel honoured." You turned around, finding Heimdall emerging from a gap between houses. It was just big enough for a person to make themselves comfortable between.

Not wasting any time, you asked, "What did you tell my brother?" You saw his lips turn upwards ever so slightly, but it was hard to make out his expressions when he was standing so far, in the shadows of the houses, caused by the moon's light.

"You caught onto that quick. Though," His arms raised, extending outwards, "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. You're one of the smarter... Half-giants I've met. I mean it, really!" Could he answer your question any slower?

"I didn't ask if you think I'm smart. I asked you what the hel you told my brother." You saw his eyes roll. They were the only things that the darkness couldn't hide from you. Every second they glowed brightly.

"I only instructed him one thing..." Heimdall moved closer to you, stepping out of the dark and into the moonlight. Instinctively you pulled out your dagger, aiming it at him. He stopped moving, but by the look on his face, you doubted he was intimidated. "...that he stay away from you, or I'd hurt you in ways that he'd never imagine possible."

That didn't scare you, it may have you feeling a bit uneasy, but not scared. "Is that what you're here to do now? Hurt me?" "No. Something quite the opposite, actually. That is... If you comply." The hand holding your weapon to him didn't falter, not even as he took a step closer.

"You don't scare me, Heimdall." He took another step closer, you stood your ground, "That's exactly what draws me to you."

You scoffed, "My lack of fear for you?"

"That and the lack of consideration you put behind your actions. I mean, how many other people would put a weapon between themselves and I?" The tone of his voice grew more playful, as if the current situation didn't stress him, "When they know damn well it cannot stop me." It was clear it did not.

And to you It became increasingly more clear that you were in a secluded area. Hidden from any and all eyes expect Heimdall's. No one was around. No one could help you. No one would hear you.

He led you here. So you were with him and him only.

You gripped your dagger harder, the muscles in your arm straining, your breathing growing heavier when he stepped even closer, "Try anything and I'll kill you." He stared at you, a frown on his face. And you silently regretted saying that when he didn't speak.

It was tense. Quiet. All Heimdall did was stare into your eyes. You didn't dare tear your gaze away from his.

After a moment, he scoffed, before breaking out into laughter. Moonlight bounced off his golden teeth as he continued laughing, making them shine. "Do you..." He calmed himself down, still smiling widely, "Really think... That you can kill me?" He tutted, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made him look like he was staring at you with pity. "Oh, sunshine... That will never, never happen."

You dashed toward him.

As soon as the last syllable rolled off his tongue, you moved forward. The muscles in your arm burned at the movement, but it was a relief. They were finally able to move after being suspended in the air for so long.

You aimed for his throat. Your mission was to kill him. He gripped your wrist, yanking you towards him before throwing you into a nearby building. Your head banged against the wall and you hissed in pain. Weapon long forgotten, lost somewhere on the ground when Heimdall threw you. Everything became blurry and you closed your eyes for a moment.

When you opened them, Heimdall was kneeling in front of you. "Have we learnt our lesson yet?" His head tilted to the side, eyes staring into your half-opened ones.

Clear your mind. The words of your father echoed through your head. Do not let your enemy know your thoughts.

"No." Your left hand reached up to grip his braids, your right hand punching his face.

He stumbled back, groaning, his hand reaching up to his now bleeding face. You took your chance and ran, heading for the lodge. You needed to find Atreus.

The path seemed a lot more confusing on the way back, or maybe it was your racing mind making it seem like that.

You could hear Heimdall's rushing footsteps growing louder and closer. They were far more quiet than yours, but you could still pick up on them.

Finally, you saw the lodge come into view, the lights on it glowing brightly—but there was one thing that worried you.

Heimdall's footsteps stopped.

But yours didn't. Your legs kept moving. They went even faster now. Just as you were in a meter or two of the lodge, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you behind a house and back into the darkness as a hand covered your mouth.

You squirmed in Heimdall's grip, biting, kicking and doing whatever to try and escape.

Your teeth bit deep into his palm and he gritted his own teeth. The hand around your midsection, holding your back to Heimdall's chest, squeezed tight until there was little air in your lungs.

This caused you to stop moving, your head spinning once more. You heard Heimdall 'tsk', "Now now... Is this any way to treat your lover?" He finally released his hand from your mouth, trusting and knowing you wouldn't scream.

"You're a deranged fuck if you think anyone could ever love you," Venom dripped from your words, "Especially... when you do... stupid shit like this..." The little air in your body slowly disappeared with each word.

Heimdall noticed your struggles, and despite your words, he loosened the grip on your waist. You took in large gasps of air while Heimdall began speaking.

"True. Though being loved is a hard thing to do or come across now." His hand on your torso moved further up until it reached your throat. It didn't do anything, it just lingered there. "So sometimes, you just need to do things like this."

"I wonder why it's so hard for you..." He didn't like your tone. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty time to find out. It's not like you're ever leaving."

Your eyes narrowed, staring at the wooden wall in front of you. Before you could speak, Heimdall did, "And you will be staying here, sunshine. Unless you wanted your brother to have a... Painful death."

"Touch him and I'll-" you choked on your words when he squeezed your throat, stopping your breathing again.

"I won't touch him if you agree to what I'm proposing." His hand let go so you could breath, "And we both know you can't defeat me. So your best option would be complying." Not even the slightest bit did you agree to what he wanted you to. You hated him. This only expanded that feeling.

But your brother...

You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he died.

"I'll make your life a living nightmare." It wasn't a yes or a no, as much as you wanted to say the latter.

There was a warm feeling on your neck and you recognized it as Heimdall's breath, "Even better. I love a good challenge. Hard to find one when you're a god of my capabilities."

Everything he said made you want to roll your eyes or curl you lips in anger. The hate you had for him was unmatched. The anger that filled your body when near him made you feel like exploding.

"I hate you."

He chuckled and it sounded like what a snowstorm felt like. Cold.

"I know. But don't worry... in time, you'll learn to love me."

No. No, you definitely would not.

#god of war #god of war ragnarök #god of war x reader #gow #gow x reader #god of war heimdall #heimdall x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere heimdall #yandere heimdall x reader

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weaponizedalibi · 7 months

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Doodles because im so so excited about the new defenders beyond series and the new loki comic series. Hopefully i will make more because that one part in thor #24 where loki talks to himself at his dads funeral was peakkkkk

Also the new ragnarok season came out and yeah laurits is so. Yeah. Im normal im normal im normal im

#my art #Loki #loki agent of asgard #loki aoa #loki comics #marvel #America chavez

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alwaysf0rev3r · 2 years

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avenger men in bed ;)

pairing: bruce banner x reader, bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader, thor x reader, stephen strange x reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m recieving), somnophilia (consensual), hair pulling, semi-public sex, restraints and tying up, choking

a/n: let me know if i missed any warnings :)

Bruce Banner

you. you you you you it's all about YOU always.

he literally just wants to eat you out like ma'am coochie plssssss

obvi he likes a good blowjob and fucking you, but god there was absolutely no better feeling for him than you sitting on his face.

you barely did it, but when he did, he prayed he could die right then and there with you just grinding on his face

he literally just shoves his fingers in his mouth after fingerblasting you cause he's so obsessed with your taste

im sorry but this man absolutely loves to stick a finger in your mouth... the way you suck on it and hallow your cheeks slightly, LORDDDDDDD thats it for him truly

he's more cautious than the rest, but god when he gets horny, he gets HORNY he doesnt gaf where you are

like you guys can be out but he will put his hand in your pants under the table as subtle as possible and then suck on his finger in front of everyone, pretending he was just cleaning some food off his finger

like horny bruce is an absolute different person....

he just doesn't even think about cumming he just gets absolute and total pleasure from watching you finish, there are so many nights he forgets and doesnt cum, and he doesnt care

after care is his thing, he doesn't even mean to do it, he just loves you

brings you tea and some midnight snack while you guys play a board game or watch a movie after

but then he wants to fuck like 5 mins later cuz this man is so desperate for ur cookie ong

Bucky Barnes

he's definitely rougher with you, into more bdsm type stuff and is super experimental

i feel like he's so into mutual masturbation

like nothing would get him off like telling you what to do while you touch yourself, making you cum without even touching you

HE ABSOLUTELY TIES YOU UP

mild choking would fs be a thing, but i think he would just always tie you up somehow

metal hand metal hand metal hand

if he doesn't have a tie to tie you up with, his metal hand pushing you down does the job

vertical sixty nine. i said it.

he loves watching you cum, like seriously, the sight of you moaning and twitching relentlessly is enough to make him cream his pants like a teenager

he'd be a huge talker

"you're so good for me" "i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" "i just wanna fuck the brat out of you" shit like that yk

i think he likes to take control to kind of cope with the fact that he never had any, but its all safe and fun, esp for you cuz yum

this is so random but i can just imagine him coming into the kitchen while you prepared a snack and just putting whipped cream or icing or something like that on your and sucking it off. like its so him

Steve Rogers

i know a sub when i see one.

this man is a knee begger crier all of it like

i can imagine the first time you guys are in the bedroom, making out more heated than normal and all of a sudden this man WHIMPERS

hes such a boob guy

peace and luv but he is so desperate

like you guys will be out eating dinner with the others and you'll just see his pecker staring at you

he wants you everywhere and any time.

i could imagine you at tony's for some cocktail party, and you go to the restroom to take a piss, but you cant cuz your 6 foot something super human boyfriend is already in the stall waiting for you, hand in pants

he just humps you like a dog and whines so loud, hes definitely a moaner j whispering in your ear in public "im so hard right now, please touch me, i'll do anything" "you're so hot, please just jack me off before i cream my pants just looking at you, god"

HANDJOBS god, you just sitting next to him and jacking him off while you whisper simple "good boy" "you like that, baby?" in his ear... he'd just be thrusting into your hand and moaning so loud he can barely hear you

he loves when you use him to get off, like when you ride his thigh or abs

THAT AMAZONIAN POSITION FUCK WHAT IS IT CALLED cuz god ik steve would just absolutely cumbust when you did it

he basically j loves being your bitch and wants you all the time

Thor

i do not fear much, but lord knows i fear being anywhere within a 100-foot radius of a bed with this man.

he will literally fuck you until you're on the brink of unconsciousness

he's in control but in a more aggressive (consensual) way

FREE USE i j know this man loves to just eat you or fuck you when you're cooking or watching tv, using you when he wants

he loves fucking you in your sleep (you agreed and spoke about it before, its 100% consensual)

like he literally naturally wakes up at 8 everyday just to finger fuck you til you wake up

this man comes home and doesn't even say shit, just bends you over and goes to pound town

no bro face fucking???? absolutely his thing

theres nothing hotter for him than grabbing your hair and just thrusting in and out

the slightly watered eyes, the messy spit, god he sometimes comes close to cumming just THINKING about it

he shows no mercy. oh, you came 10 times and cant move? too bad spread your legs

since he's so rough, i feel like he'd get a little guilty and do the absolute MOST to pamper you afterwards

face masks, full body massages, he'd even give you a little nail trim. like you're in a whole mf spa after you fuck

Stephen Strange

confidence. this man has it. (ok but if i looked like him i would too tbh)

he's so chill it scares u, like what is this man up to???? even when he takes control, he has this smug chill 'i know it all' tone to him

he absolutely makes you call him doctor when he's in control...

he loves blowjobs like fuck there is nothing hotter than watching you so passionate about taking the most of him you can, the sight of it is even hotter than the feeling

"you're so warm, fuck, just a little longer" "you're being so good, i'll give you a reward, darling, don't worry."

THIS MAN IS AN ABSURDLY GOOD PUSSY EATER LIKE not like ohhh thats a dude who can eat puss its like WTF THAT MAN CAN EAT PUSS...

like it is the most toe curling hair pulling lip biting eye rolling headboard grabbing head like where did this man learn so much

i feel like he is in control more often, but every now and then he presses your buttons (not washing the dishes, being late to dinner, leaving dirty clothes everywhere, etc) just to get you angry. once you're mad enough he just says "show me how angry you are"

when hes sub, he still has a certain chill to him, but its hot

his eyebrows furrow and he just does as told, wanting you to touch him

"yes, i promise, i'll be good." "yes, yes, that feels good, thank you" like this man breathes so deep and just groans so loud

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dr strange x reader #bruce banner x reader #thor x reader #smut #marvel #avengers #headcanon #avengers headcanon

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lilithizhere · 11 months

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hiii! im a new follower and i saw the list of characters that you write for and i was wondering if you could also write for other characters, because there no “characters i will not write for” or any indicator that those are the only characters you will write for, so pls answer this question because i wanna request a “dabi x RoR reader” but i dont think you would write him

Hi! So, I do write for other characters, but the ones I have on the list are the ones I would like to see, but if you request a character on the list I will probably write it, but sometimes I can't.

Warnings! Fluff, Swearing!

Dabi x RoR Reader

You met him while Record Of Ragnarok was happening, you are a Norse Deity of Reincarnated, Blue Fire, and Medicine and also Thor's Sibling, you weren't fighting, but Zeus and Brunhild did try to sway you to their side.

It didn't work. You weren't easily fooled, but you have to admit it the mortals have grown strong and smart. You were a Deity that wanted the humans to stay.

Back to what I said about meeting Dabi, you were on earth because you wanted to see all the things the mortals advanced on. They have powers!? When did that happen? You missed a lot. But that's okay.

You were walking around in a normal outfit, you gotta blend in, when you saw Blue Flames. You were curious and wanted to know who caused it. And all the sudden you see a black haired, male that Is burnt and another black haired man, who looks sleep deprived, chasing the burnt one.

To be honest you found this funny. And followed quietly, walking into a alley, you see the burnt man, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the wall. And you knew you had to say something as he stares at you.

"Why, do you look like a burnt chicken nugget?" That's the first thing you said to him. And he just looks at you. "What the Fuck-".

You were happy to meet someone, who can summon Blue Fire.

He was surprised to meet a Deity, he didn't believe you when you told him you were one, but you proved him wrong.

You were called to go help the healers for Ragnarok, and you were upset you had to go, but then you got an idea, what if you took him with you?

You ended up doing that asking him first of course. He was curious about Ragnarok, you had to explain to him what it was.

You realized something, you forgot about your Dad Odin and your Brother Thor and Loki.

Shit. They weren't gonna like this. You dating a mortal. Your mother wouldn't care as long as your happy. But, your brother Thor is overprotective over you. He would always handle the people who wanted to court you when you were younger.

Your Dad is probably gonna be pissed- along with Thor. Loki won't care as long as he treats you nice.

You and Dabi were siting in the stands with the other contests and people who already went. (You revived the people who died).

Dabi was siting in your lap because well your a Diety and that makes you tall a bit. At least your not in your full Deity form you are big as fuck-

Anyways, you were talking to Adam and Sasaki about random stuff like who you think is gonna win and Deity stuff, while Dabi was watching the match.

This match is Qin Shi Huang vs Hades. And you had faith in the human to do good.

You felt someone staring at you and Dabi, so you turned your head and saw your Dad, your older brother and Loki, who is smirking, glaring at Dabi- shit. You are toast- well actually mostly Dabi.

You knew this wouldn't end good when your brother waved you and Dabi over. Shit-.

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mymelodymia · 9 months

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"Powers?" Pt 2 Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you find out you have powers.

Warnings: some cursing, blood,

Picking up right were we left of...

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Bruce stuck the needle through the arm that was affected by the liquid, bruce took a blood sample to study, to make sure you were okay. He took another sample from the other arm, as he was looking at it under a microscope, he noticed something different.

He saw that the blood from your affected arm looked different from the blood on your other arm, he saw small, iddy bitty blue specks, it looked just like the liquid, he wasn't surprised because it had clearly entered your blood stream, he also noticed that your white blood cells had been activated, that hadn't surprised him either, but what did surprise him was the fact that it was merging with your blood cells, that definitely wasn't normal.

"Hey tony, come look at this" bruce said to tony, clearly confused

"Look, this is the blood from y/n's unaffected arm, and this" bruce paused to switch the microscopes out

"Is the blood from her other arm."

"The hell?" Tony whispered, "what seems to be the liquid is merging with her red blood cells" bruce explained to tony who had his eyebrows scrunched in confusion

"It shouldn't be doing that" tony said standing back up, "I'll go check on her." Tony said before walking out of the room, he was worried, scared, and confused, he didn't want anything to happen to you, you were his baby girl, only 12 years old, he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt you.

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Tony walked in, and came to sit down next to you, trying to hide his nerves. You set your book down on your lap, waiting for him to speak

"Hey hun, how you feeling?" Tony asked hoping you didn't say anything that could put you in danger, or anything to do with your arm

"Yeah im fine, but my arm feels kinda funny" you said lifting your arm up slightly, tony let out a shuddered breath, though he tried to hide it, you caught on quickly

"Whats wrong dad?" you asked starting to feel nervous, then you reached for your dads hand, that's when he broke,

"So you know how you were exposed to that blue stuff"

Nodding, you urged him to continue

"So it has entered your blood stream, and is merging with your red blood cells" you looked at tony with wide eyes, slightly starting to panic, thats when bruce walked in, taking off his plastic gloves,

Upon seeing you looking quite spooked he quickly realized that tony had already told you. "Your gonna be fine kid, dont worry"

NEXT DAY

The last few days tony was very stressed, despite bruces attempts to calm tony, it never worked 🫥

"Hey uh bruce-"

"If this is about y/n again shes going to be fine" bruce responded in a flat tone. Tony went to check on you but you were napping, so he went to the couch, where he had tons of flashbacks to the day this all this started, how scared he was, how scared he still was, so he went to his bedroom, his bedroom was yalls safe spot, kind of the only place you two could have some father-daughter time without someone interrupting,

bruce said you could leave the medbey today given that the only thing stopping you was that you couldn't really get up. Like when your sick, how you don't feel the strength to get up, it had nothing to do with your arm or your blood, you just sat there for so long, that you didn't feel like you had the strength, but you did.

When you woke up you went back to reading, bruce walked in at one point, and you asked the question,

"Bruce"

"Yeah"

"Can i come out of the medbey now?" You asked twirling your fingers together, bruce just smiled, took out your IV, and any other wires you were hooked up to, and helped you up, you did a few laps around the room to get used to walking again, then walked out, you were still wearing the same clothes, so you went to your room to change.

After putting on fresh clothes you walked into the kitchen for a snack, where greeted by steve, nat, and thor all making lunch, while Thor was digging in the cabinets looking for pop tarts, nat was making a pb&j and Steve was reheating a taco.

"Hey guys" they all looked up at you, hugs all around, "you guys know where my dad is?" (Flashbacks anyone?)

"In his room I think" Steve replied and you were already bolting off to find him, knowing he'd be happy to see you were up,

"Damn she's running already" nat said with a small smile on her face

You knocked on your fathers door tony sighed thinking it was someone coming to comfort him, yes he was great full that they did this but it just became annoying,

"Look if your here to-" tony pausing upon seeing you in his doorway.

"Hi" you greeted him with a big smile on your face, and tony immediately took you in his arms, taking you in a big hug.

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You went to school the next day glad to be back, yes it's school but at least it wasn't the medbey. 🤷‍♂️

It was 2nd period when you heard some boys shit taking about your dad, this infuriated you, "he's just some lame old guy," the first boy said, "yeah his daughter's probably a freak too" that's when you broke. Your pencil went up in flames and went out as you dropped it in fear. The whole class was silent, so you ran, you ended up in a stall in the girls bathroom,

you pulled out your phone to text your dad, you were shaking so bad it took nearly 2 minutes to type 'hey can you pick me up' when he eventually got to the school, and saw you crying, he immediately swallowed you in a big hug, you told him the whole story on the way home.

A/N: ok I'm just gonna stop here, it's already long enough, a lot going on in this one 🫠 but I will make part three soon, so stay tuned <3

#Tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark x stark!reader #tony stark #marvel x reader #x reader #dad tony stark #daughter reader #marvel mcu #bruce banner

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worstloki · 6 months

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Thor showing up @ Loki's cell in TDW shortly after he was informed of their mother's death calling him out on being an illusion bc he's too composed after the news when he, mr repression himself, attended the death and funeral looking like this

#foul behaviour #im telling you all Thor is very manipulative he is just charismatic about it #he's more manipulative than Loki and never gets called out on it ever #Thor knowing Loki would be hurt and taking the revenge angle like surely that's what Loki would want right #Thor 'im allowed to cover up my grief' Odinson visiting his brother like nu uh #though I do think Thor had more of a warning since he figured out the situation and had been heading to the room Frigga died in #Thor at least expected it and knew the circumstances Loki likely didn't get that info since he tried asking Thor about it #Loki watching Thor acting Normal(TM) like their mother didn't die and picking a fight about it #peak #Thor being frustrated about it too and almost hitting Loki but they process stuff differently i guess #neither bro can help each other like that XD

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 22

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So, recently this fic hasn't had much interaction, and I'm not sure why. One of you told me that it can be buggy and hard to reach, so I'm sorry abt that but if you ever wonder abt updates, I'm gonna start up dating every saturday. Just go to my masterlist, then to the afd masterlist and to the new chapter. Hopefully you're all able to find it now. This will be the last time I post the taglist because it hasn't been working well.

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Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Thor exited the Bifrost, carrying you in his arms. He nodded a quick thank you to Heimdall before swinging his hammer. He held you tightly as he flew toward the palace, mind only focused on one thing: getting you help.

Back on Earth, there hadn't been a chance for your survival; not with the amount of blood that had escaped you already. Steve had said it himself that there was nobody close enough to help you, not in the amount of time you had left. So Thor had grabbed you up in his arms, hardly caring if the rest of them wanted an explanation because it was getting increasingly obvious that you didn't have time for that and he'd left the quinjet, calling out for Heimdall.

As he arrived at the palace, he called out for help, setting you down in the infirmary and watching as the medical attendants glanced at him wide-eyed before focusing on the young woman bleeding out on the cot.

"Is she human?" One of the healers asked him.

"Yes." Thor nodded. "You must help her."

Normally, they'd ask questions about why the human was even there, but they'd all heard about how the thunder god fondly looked upon the mortals. They got to work with new fervor, knowing of the fragility of humans.

On of the healers looked at Thor. "We need to focus. Take your leave."

Thor didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to be the reason you ended up dying even more so he left the room, pacing the hallway outside. He didn't understand the quarrel between the Man of Iron and the Captain, but he didn't like it. Normally he could get behind a healthy brawl between friends, but he didn't like that you'd been caught in between and ended up hurt.

No, he didn't like it all.

He cared about you, after all, and because of that, he paced that hallway until the medical attendants told him it was okay to come in three hours later.

When he entered the room, the medical attendants were still bustling around but seemed much less apprehensive than before. Everything seemed much less frantic, none of the healers looking especially worried, most seeming faintly relieved.

Thor looked at you.

You were still unconscious, tired body recovering from the ordeal it had been through. Your injuries had been closed and the healers assured Thor that you were going to be fine. You looked peaceful, face not scrunched up in stress or pain for the first time since he’d gone back to Earth.

Your stress…it was all because the Captain and the Man of Iron were fighting.

You had gotten caught in between them and almost killed…but he knew that both of the men cared for you. He saw the way the Metal Man acted as a father to you and how panicked the Captain had been when you were hurt.

They both deserved to know that you were alright.

With that thought, he left the room, squeezing your hand softly before he’d gone on his way back to Earth.

There they were; Loki dead on the floor, face blue; Gamora, body broken and disfigured; and Tony, face scabbed and bloody, his body absorbing too much power.

You fell to your knees, trying to scream at them to wake up, to be okay, but no sound escaped your raw lips.

"This is your fault." Peter appeared, a scowl so angry on his face, you had a hard time believing it was the same person as before.

No...no, this wasn't your fault...

But you knew.

You didn't change the future.

They all died because you were too weak.

Your eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp escaping your parted lips while you bolted up, your body aching. Your eyes felt crusty and you could feel the way the dried tear streaks left your cheeks. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make yourself feel better. You felt a slight sting at the movements of your arms and looked down.

What were you wearing?

If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was a hospital gown, but there was no way in hell that hospital gowns were this comfy. You were left perplexed as you looked around, before your eyes landed on the only other person in the room.

"Thor?" you asked. "Where are we?..."

Even as you asked the question, you began to realize exactly where you were.

The comfy clothes, golden walls, and the god sitting in the room....you were on-

"Asgard." Thor's deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, only confirming what you suspected. "You were talking in your sleep."

You missed his word, too incredulous at the situation, thoughts scrambled, mind blown, and feeling a slight itch on your nose.

The calmness of your demeanor was due to the fact that you were in disbelief at your circumstances. First, you'd got transported into the MCU, then you'd met all your heroes, then you'd been in an explosion, then you flew on Mjolnir, then you got stabbed-

Ohhhhh, that's right.

You got stabbed.

You scratched your nose. "Why am I here?"

That question seemed to set Thor off. "Because you are an idiot! An absolute imbecile!" You blinked, he continued. "Do humans have no sense of self-preservation?! Do all of you simply run around getting stabbed for your acquaintances?! Is there not a speck of intelligence in that dull mind?!"

"Huh," you muttered, the situation finally making sense. A grin grew on your face. "Were you worried about me, Loki?"

“Where is she?” Tony demanded, storming up to the super-soldier who he used to respect—albeit reluctantly—but still, there was no speck of the former good feelings toward one another.

Steve set foot on the Tarmac, exiting the quinjet with the rest of the individuals who had accompanied him to the Hydra base. His face didn’t hold the same anger as Tony’s; instead, he was downtrodden—face twisted in guilt.

Steve may not have had the same anger as Tony, but Natasha certainly did. Of course, she remained nonchalant on the outside, but her eyes blazed with enough burning fury that anyone unlucky enough to be caught under the full force of her gaze would’ve immediately been incinerated.

A different voice cut through the air—much younger, but no less demanding.

”Where is (y/n)?” Peter’s voice was far more forceful than his usual happiness.

”Thor has her,” Steve answered. “He took her to Asgard to get treated. It was the only way she had a chance.”

”How could you let this happen to her? She’s not an Avenger—she didn’t sign up for the danger of being one.” Peter knew how much you adored everyone on the team and he knew that you would be over the moon if they offered you a spot as an Avenger, but you weren’t an Avenger—not right now, and not ever if you ended up getting killed.

“Because he’s reckless,” Tony said with a scoff. He approached the light haired super soldier. “This is on you. If she dies, it’s on you.”

Steve wanted to retort but what would he say? That you had joined them of your own free will and you made the decisions that led you here? If it was almost anybody else, maybe he could believe that, but with you, he knew he should’ve sent you back again. You weren’t trained. You didn’t have the same experience as everyone else on the team. He shouldn’t have let you accompany them to a place he knew had a high chance of danger and confrontation.

A beam of many-colored lights interrupted the tense interaction, a familiar god appearing.

”Lady (y/n) has been treated, she is okay.”

"As if! I could not be concerned about-" Loki stopped, realizing his mistake. "How'd you know?"

"Well, to put it frankly, you suck at acting."

He looked affronted, shifting back to his normal self. "I will have you know I am extraordinary at acting! I've faked my death multiple times!"

You just blinked, unimpressed. "Okay, whatever you need to tell yourself. Speaking of faking your death, Thor doesn't know you're alive, does he?"

Loki sputtered. "As if I'd let that oaf know-"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I know you're in denial about pretty much all your feelings but like- stop insulting your brother. He genuinely loves and admires you despite your tendency to act like a drama-kid in sixth grade. Not many people have that kind of devotion."

"What do you know?" Loki hissed, making it obvious you hit a sore point. "You're just another one of his little fans who doesn't have the capacity to look any deeper than his appearance."

Your entire body ached and you'd dealt with constant stress for the last couple weeks. Who cared if this was one of the many characters you'd simped for over the years, you were tired and fed up with watching your words.

"Of course I'm a fan of his!" You threw your arms up. "But it's not because he's muscular or good-looking or any shit like that; it's because of how much he cares about the people around him and how no matter what horrible shit happens, he still remains all sunny and has faith in people." Too tired of always watching your words, you made a mistake. "Hell, he even admitted to you that he looks up to you!"

"When?! That fool is too caught up in his empty head to think of anyone else-"

You were too caught up in the argument to restrain yourself from saying the words that would reveal too much. "When you're on Sakaar! How do you not remember?"

Loki looked at you, green eyes more intense than you'd ever seen before. "Neither I or my brother have ever been on that garbage of a planet."

Every muscle in your body tensed.

There was no way to cover what you'd just said.

He already had his suspicions, there was no way in hell that he'd believe any lie you told him and to be frank, you couldn't think of a single lie that would cover your slip-up. You'd been playing with fire since the moment you arrived here when you decided not to tell anyone about what had happened and you'd gotten a little too careless being that close to the flame.

“Lady (y/n), you are awake!” A joyful voice thundered, making you and Loki look to the open doorway.

Thor was grinning—well, until he saw Loki.

#mcu #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #tony stark #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #peter parker x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #any fan’s dream

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 1 year

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I saw your thor/Tyr fic and I loved it! I dont know if your taking request for god of war but can you do a fic or headcanon about a gay thor accepting he likes guys with a m reader and perhaps getting jealous when he sees him talking to others. Omg that be so cute!

I couldn't have died a Greater Death | Thor

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Reader: male| Thor x Egyptian God! Male Reader (romantic)

Notes: This got so long that it actually lags when I scroll. This has all nine yards, cute, sad...death. also. I feel like I didn't even fulfill the request all the way. Im sorry 😭😭

Warnings: major character death, mention of blood

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"Y/n!" A young Thor called, "Y/n! Where are you!"

The young man was freezing his ass off in the snow, another mission he was sent on by his father.

"Y/n!"

There was laughing, loud laughing as Y/n shot past him on a half downed log through the snow.

"Catch me now Bitch!" Y/n laughed, shouting as the log went off the cliff side.

"Im okay!" Y/n shouted, he had barely grabbed onto the cliff, as the log went into the nearby frozen lake.

He sighed as he made it up onto safe ground, his body laying out flat in the plush snow.

Thor made his way over, standing over him.

"Are you done now?" Thor asked looking at the black haired teen.

Y/n smiled, "Snows amazin isnt it? I never liked the heat anyway."

"Hm." Thor hummed, picking y/n up by the back of his shirt and putting him on his feet.

"Hey. You're gettin stronger." Y/n smiled.

"I've always been stronger than you." Thor argued, "you're a runt."

"I am not." Y/n defended, "I just....look different."

"Your looks do not matter." Thor said, pulling Y/n's arm up, "it's your arms, they're thin. Eat more."

"Get out of here." Y/n dismissed with a laugh and a headshake, walking off into the snow, Thor walking off, Y/n following behind him.

Thor liked Y/n, he was different, both in looks, and deminer. Unlike most people of his usual world, Y/n wore larger than usual eyes that were set to be blacker than the night sky, with hair just as dark, and done in thick braids, decorated with odd beads, strings tied throughout, and other odd small decorations. Thor had even put in some wooden beads he carved himself, with little runes in them for protection. Y/n wore black paint as he thought it on his eyes, often smeared and messed up after their adventures. He didn't understand exactly where in the mortal realm did Y/n come from: and Y/n never told, he kept it a secret; it was always a fun one.

'Nah, tellin' ya would be too easy.'

'You gotta guess it yourself, Thunder boy.'

Perhaps his hair was just different than others, and he liked wearing paint, he wore the usual: the normal, for any regular around their stomping grounds to wear.

"This is it," Thor said, looking into the cave.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"A crystal."

Y/n hummed, "That's it? Seems simple enough-"

The teen was cut off by a roar, coming from deep within the cave, "Now that makes more sense." Y/n spoke on his own defense marching his way in casually.

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"Oh come on, can't be that hard now. Can it?" Y/n argued with a smile, Thor following him inside.

Y/n made it to the cavern entrance, he looked around at the crystal-filled room.

"Would you look at this place?" Y/n smiled looking back, "Thor! Come on!"

He made it into the cave, odd nothing was attacking them.

"Come on, we should grab what you need." Y/n told, "Just a few right?"

"Yeah."

It was a simple mission really; grab some crap, and make it back to Asgard, Y/n was busy breaking some of the smaller crystals off the larger clusters as Thor picked a few of the larger ones in before tossing them in a sack together and closing it off with some string.

"Look, and I'm still standing."

"Surprisingly."

"Come on, you'd be lost without me."

Y/n got no comment as the two left the way they came in, back into the snow.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Thor told.

Y/n nodded, "Tomorrow."

Thor started walking off before pausing and turning around, "Thanks,"

"Hey, thank me for trusting me a bit more eh?" Y/n joked, the smile never leaving his face, "meet you at the usual?"

Thor nodded and was gone in an instant, his usual mode of transportation.

Out from its cave came a Serpopared, a creature with the head and body of a lion, the neck of a giraffe, and a snake, with a snake tonnage.

"Good boy," Y/n hummed, its head hanging in reach of Y/n's hands ready for a head pat in good work, which he received, "Let's go home now, I know they're bound to be some souls for you to torture in the Nile, El Naddahha is always busy at work."

With an odd purr, it was in agreement as they ventured home, back to the deserts of Egypt, where the Nile river provided their resource, and the reeds were plentiful.

Sneaking back to Egypt was the easy part, it was what resided next that was troublesome.

Making it across the Durat was the hard part and often-

"You idiot!" A harsh smack across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Y/n complained.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if father caught you! Again!" Anubis argued.

"Oh get your cat ears out of your own ass," Y/n argued.

"Jackal." He glared.

"right-right whatever. you dopey dog." Y/n argued looking up at his brother, "Where is your mask anyway? Off duty?"

"Im out here, looking for you, you idiot!"

"what? me? why?" Y/n argued, "You hate me."

"It's the sixteenth day!" Anubis argued, Y/n looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ohhh!" Y/n aspirated letting it fall flat soon after; "yeah I have no idea-"

"Khonshu! Ring a bell!?" Anubis shouted, Y/n shrugged Anubis groaned in annoyance, "Your coronation! We're you take one of our mother's roles as death! You're being 'Offically' brought into the royal family at the highest moon point of the damn month!"

It finally clicked.

"FUCK!"

"YEAH, NO SHIT FUCK Y/N! YOU HAVE MERE HOURS TO PREPARE!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

The two quickly rushed along, Y/n tripping along the way before his brother simple picked him up and rushed off to the palace. Where Anbuis bursted through the door with his brother in arms.

"I have him!"

"Oh thank the nile!" There mother praised, rushing over as Y/n was sat his feet, "Quickly! Quickly! Now!"

Y/n was thrown in a cold bath, hair quickly unbeaded, un twisted and then un braided.

"Where were you!" His mother argued pacing, "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you!"

"Im sorry mother-"

"This is why we prepare in advance, we are prepared, your father luckily thinks I've been pampering you this whole time-"

"Mother you are pacing again-" Anbuis spoke up, but it didnt stop her rant of worry, and pancing.

"I just. This has to be perfect! Its not everyday you give your child a part of a mortal life cycle!- the sphinx! Are you and Sphinx friends dear!? The Nile Siren?!-"

"Yes mother-"

"Good. Good! Souls are important with the dead. They must! Must always be carried through! You must guide them! Durat is quite a hard walk, I suppose -"

"Mother." Y/n spoke, "everything works out as it should."

"Right. Right of course."

"Lets get you some rose tea mother." Anbuis spoke taking there mother along leaving Y/n to quickly finish bathing.

He was quick to do so, glad no one had asked about his previous clothing and quickly hid those away before dressing in formal attire, asking polietely for some servents help, and recieved his father instead.

Fuck.

"You called for help-"

"Father. Uh. Sir."

"Sit."

"But-"

"Sit."

Y/n took a seat on the bench, his father brushing through his hair getting ready to have it decorated once more.

"You ran off again."

"No..."

"Y/n."

"Fine." Y/n argued, "I did. Okay."

"Where to?" Osiris questioned.

Y/n was silent he knew his father didnt like the North, "The...North....far...north"

"The North!?" His father argued, "What in Ra's rays were you doing there!? The Aesir are there! The North Men!"

Y/n was silent, "I know. But the snow!"

Osiris sighed, "The North Men, the Aesir. They throw the wolrds out of balance."

"Why?"

"Because there One true ruler is greedy, he does not take his roll as he should. Child You must understand this." He explained, now infront of Y/n, "They Faulter moon by moon. There ruler does nothing but break them down resfusing to rebuild."

Y/n looked down in silence, it was clear to anyone the knews was distrauting.

His father grabbed his chin to make him look at him: "Do you know why I named you Y/n." He asked softly.

"To single me out? Y/n's not exactly a famous name around here."

Osiris sighed, "To show, you will be different, that it is your strength. You will rule death as no one has before. But you must understand there are things that must happen. Things you must be wary of. That means no more far North Traveling."

"Dad-"

"As your god I demanded it of you." His father spoke dropping his chin, "as your father. I beg of you. Keep the Durat safe, your family. "

"I-"

"Yes that includes Anbuis even if you hate him."

Y/n pouted, as Osiris raised an eyebrow awaiting his sons answer.

"Fine..."

"You will be great my son. I know you will."

Y/n was silent most the rest of the day, the Coronation, seemed deafening, he seemed numb, the life drained from his face, his eyes.

He was rewarded with a much simpler head peice, like his mothers, it crowned his head in a flow of golden perils, Lapis Lazuli dangled down infront of his eyes as a veil and turquoise framed his face.

The family sat on there thrones while the party happened below. Y/n adorned in gifts, prized materials, and even a mythical beast: the Sphinx: gifted with the face of a human, the body of a lion, wings of a eagle the horns of a ram, and snake tails.

It is large in size and could topple anyone by simply laying back. Y/n took to the floor, the animal laying down as Y/n accompanied it, leaning against the beast as he stroked its fur.

That was all Y/n really moved that night, staring off into space with the non stop stroking of the fur. What was Thor doing? What would he be doing? Drinking seemed something he'd do. Trainning maybe. Yet getting yelled at by his father was most reasonable and likely.

The next few days Y/n would feel horrible, determined to sneak away the next day: but was always busy, Death this, Death that, Death here, Death this Pharoh, Death that Pharoh. Soon Y/n stopped, stopped trying to sneak away, he had to. Along with that, his worst nightmare: fitting into the everlasting role too perfectly passed on from his mother to him. Death wasn't all that bad: not like people cooked it up to be, at least. The nagging, the painful nagging; Day after Day, Night after Night. Soul after Soul. He grew from his teenage self to his adult final self, his brothers by his sides; rulers of the underworld, gods to the past on souls that were found through the Durat.

"You're upset," Horus spoke, walking up the stairs where Y/n lay with his Sphinx, reading a text.

"I suppose," Y/n spoke.

"Why? If I may ask."

"You don't get bored here?" Y/n argued, "Get, dead tired of the same thing over and over again?"

"I suppose." Horus spoke, grabbing a grape from one of the many bowls set on pedestals, "Mhm, this is good."

Y/n sighed looking over, Horus indulging himself in grapes, "Just take the whole bowl would you?"

He took it as told, and with a grin.

"Anyway." He spoke, mouth full, but soon stopped himself, swallowing what fruit he had in his mouth, "What would mortals do without my gates? It's how we get in and out anyway."

"You've never been to the mortal world-"

"Yeah, I have-"

"no! Horus!" Y/n defended, "There's more! more out there! Snow!"

"Snow?" Horse asked, "What's snow?"

"It's white! It's fluffy! It's water! But like, cotton!" y/n explained.

"Like the reeds of the Nile! When we use to beat each other with them."

"Yeah! Just like that! when they explode! but it's cold! Real cold!"

"lets go then! Where do we find it!"

"North."

Horus paused, "North? How far North?"

"Far...North...?"

"The Norse Men!" Horus argued, "What the fuck! Do you have any idea what's happening Far North!?"

"No?"

"Remember the story father use to tell us? About the Fallen stars?"

"The gods, yeah."

"You read a lot, it's Olympus"

"Zeus' playground?"

"The archer that shoots down the stars with arrows of axes and knives, he killed the gods." Horus explained taking a seat next to Y/n, "He lives. I overheard Father speaking of it to the old soldiers; he's tearing through gods left and right. If he learns of us: father- mother- who knows what will happen."

"But we didn't do anything."

"That old Norseman they call the All-Father has a way of getting into people's heads. He has a soldier, that controls thunder; they say he tore down one of their nine realms and all the people within it..."

Y/n leaned back, unsettled, "Look, I get it. You're adventurous, but be careful. If they find a way, here imagine the shit that could happen."

"Yeah... I get it." Y/n responded Horus nodding.

"In times like this, we must be careful. You must be careful." Horus told, Y/n nodding in return.

Y/n watched his brother leave before rushing for Papyrus and ink. Who was he to write to? Thor after all these years? To the All Father?

He called for his personal Heron, it decorated with a thin gold collar and golden wing tips for protection.

"Take this." Y/n told her, writing on the paper as quick as he could, before rolling it and tying it off, "To the one you believe that will help me. Im trusting you."

Tying it to the Heros collar he smiled at the bird solemnly, "lets hope its not as bad as they say...go on now."

With Y/n's last words, the Heron left.

It would make the journey through the Durat flying high above in the starry sky, through the doors of Horus, and out into the living breathing world: north was his goal; far north. Into the now ever snows, through the forest and into the entrance of the Yggdrasil tree, where it flew along its roots. Avoiding the young Nidhogg that snapped up at her as she landed infront of the mother to gain entrence.

A squalbble here from the Heron and a gruff from the Nidhogg allowing the messenger passage up the tree and into its various branches. It landing on the branch Ratatosk sat on most of its time when called upon.

"Get! Get out of here!" Sindri shouted and attempted to shoo the bird away, "Go! Go away!"

But no avail, as the bird left its perch and swooped in through a window, causing a ruckus and more shouting from Sindri.

"What the hell!-"

"Grab it!"

"Don't hurt it! Its just a bird!" Atreus argued, stopping anyone from making brash movements, "Its just scared"

"And it looks like it came with a message." Mimir spoke up, the bird walking closer to Atreus. He realzing the peice of paper rolled and tied to the collar, he carefully undoing in.

"Where's it from? Another realm?" Freya asked.

"Another god heard of your handy work, Kratos." Freyr joked.

"What does it say Atreus?" Kratos questioned.

"Anyone knows a Y/n? From...E. e. Far, far south? He's one of the gods of death." Atreus explained reading the paper, "He's talking about the desecration of the snow people from the snow realm... the giants and Jötunheimr!"

"What does the god of death want with you?" Freya asked.

Atreus didn't answer reading over the paper, "it's not for me, it's...for you father."

"Continue on then Atreus."

"He's asking for you to come to...uh..."

Atreus looked at Freya and lifted it up to her, she looked over the letter; "Egypt Atreus, it's pronounced Egypt. An Egyptian god is asking for your appearance in the Durat."

"A new enemy for you to face then Kratos?" Týr questioned.

"I am not sure."

"Sign your name with a golden feather from the Heron, and throw the scroll into the fire, it will take you and whoever you wish to his palace, and the Heron will guide you" Freya explained, "if he simply wishes to talk, I would go: he could be a useful ally during Ragnarök."

"hm. I will consider his allyship until I feel it will falter the slightest."

"That is reasonable, I will accompany you," Freya explained.

"Very well. Atreus-"

"I want to go! If he knows anything about the giants!-"

"Go grab your thinks, and be quick." Kratos finished, Atreus nodding as he quickly went to grab his things.

"It will be different from our land, we must be careful." Freya explained, "We don't know anything about this god or the company he keeps."

Atreus was quick to come back, he told to sign the paper as the three walked over to the fireplace, Atreus throwing it in as instructed. Open came to a rift and in went the Heron, Kratos keeping his son back as he entered first.

"It's sand," Atreus spoke kicking around some of the sand below his feet the wind blowing causing some to blow into his face, " Ew its in my mouth!"

"Come." Kratos told, the Heron walking forward, and up the steps of the palace.

Atreus followed behind the close he could, he anamored by the decorative walls, with carvings and markings he's never seen.

"Father- Look!-"

He stopped seeing his father gone, "oh no, no, no, no."

Atreus went running down the hall, he lost in the many halls.

"Pst."

"Huh."

"Pst!"

He turned around quickly with a drawn bow, a creature about the size of his friends Sindri and Brok, maybe smaller, in the middle of the hall, walking closer he realized it was a statue.

Turning back around he went searching.

"Pst!"

A bite on his ankle caught him off gaurd.

"Ow!"

"Pst!"

Another bite.

"Hey!"

What seemed like just one turned into two, and two turned into ten, ten to twenty, and soon after, they piled up, small creatures with sharp teeth, they all idendical in size and shape.

"Hey! Hey! Get off!" Atreus shouted trying to get on off his back, "woah!"

He fell backwards, they grabbing him and dragging him along.

"Hey! Get! Off!"

Y/n sat in his throne room. His throne was gone, and it was replaced with a large rug, which him and his beast of a friend laid on. Two gaurds, statues, jackal headed stood tall as they opened the doors.

Y/n contuined stroking the beast he laid on, invested in his writing. The Heron coming in to intruppt his work.

Y/n looked over, stroking the featers of the bird before it flew off.

"Hault!"

"They're my guest." Y/n interviened the jackals as they stopped, returning to there post.

"You...called upon us..." Kratos spoke up.

Y/n put down the paper.

"You are gods of the nine realms?"

"No."

"One of you are."

"That would be me." Freya spoke up.

"And You? I heard you were the god killer. You'd surely answer what I seek."

"Master! Master!" A group called.

"Hey! Let me go!" Atreus shouted being dragged in the room.

"Atreus-"

"We found an intruder-"

"Unhand him." Y/n ordered the Bes.

"Yes Master."

They dropped him on the ground, along with his things.

"Apologies. This is one of your people?"

"He is my son." Kratos spoke.

"I apologize once again." Y/n told, Atreus standing up and grabbing his things.

"They're not very friendly."

"They're not ment to be." Y/n informed, "I will have new arrows crafted for you, and a bow in regards."

"What do you want?" Freya asked with a sharp tounage.

"Your knowledge." Y/n explained, "the people who live in the snow realm-"

"The giants in Jötunheimar." Atreus spoke up, "you know about that? All the way out here?"

"It was a story my father told me often. To scare me away from the North." Y/n informed, "I am sure curosity has led you down the dark path before. As it does all."

"To what does this have with us." Kratos inquired.

"The god who did it." Y/n told his solemn, "who, who was it."

Freya glanced at Kratos, he glancing back at her, it was for but a moment.

"Thor," Freya spoke, "Son of-"

"Odin...yes. I know." Y/n responded, clearing his throat, "Is he dead? The God of Thunder?"

"You know of him, do you not?" Kratos questioned.

"I do. Yes." Y/n told, "did. I did know him once..."

Y/n stood up walking down the steps of the pedestal he was placed on, and ended infront of Kratos.

"I feel you understand best what it is to loose someone."

"We all loose someone one day."

Y/n nodded, "I have yet to ask your name. God killer isnt good image on the youth."

"I am Kratos, this is Atreus my son. And...Freya."

"Don't forget me brother."

Kratos pulled a head from his belt, "and-"

"Mimir." Y/n smiled, "Thor use to talk quiet alot of shit about you. Though you still had a body I suppose."

"Well, your Highness, I dont know if I should be flattered or should be worried."

Y/n chuckled, "Depends on your ego."

"That it does."

Y/n smiled small, but it soon dropped, "Now. I suppose I should offer you a deal."

"A deal?" Kratos asked.

"Agreement. Favors for Favors." Y/n spoke, "come with me you three and a third."

Mimir only chuckled at the small joke, Y/n leading them from the throne room, and through the palace.

Atreus was by his side, he was interested in all the things that showed up in this palace, from the wall decor to the clothes Y/n wore on his body, he was especially interested in the animals, between the creature that followed close behind them once resting with the God to the creatures that had dragged him into the throne room.

Y/n brought them into a library, it vast, and well decorated in precious gems stones and jewels, frescos stories of the past present and possible future,

"Feel free to explore." Y/n told Atreus.

"Really?" He asked.

Y/n smiled and nodded, "Yes. Dont fear the scarbs. They are friendly, and will help you."

Atreus looked up at his father, "it is safe?" Kratos questioned.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Atreus nodded and wandered off to explore.

"What is this. Deal you wish to make."

"You may have anything." Y/n explained, "With not cost. No soul reaped, no price to pay."

"This is a deal." Freya spoke, "that means we give something to you. Thats how these things work."

"Tell me where I can find Thor."

"Asgard."

"How do I get to Asgard."

That caused Freya to chuckle. This must've been a joke.

"You can't." Freya spoke, "Its not something you can so easily get into. You'll need the man who built it."

"The fire giant..." Y/n spoke.

"How do you know of Sutur." Kratos questioned, Y/n looking his way.

"I read." Y/n explained, walking off the two following him, "I read quite a bit honestly. It's what I do in my spare time."

"Your highness if I may." Mimir spoke, "Why must you see the god of thunder? You are death are you not?"

"That... should be self explaitionary, I suppose." Y/n responded.

"You plan to kill Thor?" Freya asked.

"I plan to reason with him: then kill him if I must."

"Your highness pardon the intrusion."

Y/n looked down at the rabbit creature fur painted as if it was the skeleton showing.

"Yes."

He was handed a scroll opening it he looked through it, "burn him alive till the next highest moon."

"That is not until next month."

"Burn him. Alive." Y/n ordered.

"Very well."

The creature hopped away with the scroll back in hand.

"A criminal punishment, I suppose." Mimir inquired.

"An animal abuser." Y/n responded, "Im quiet found of there afterlife punishment."

"I'd hate to be living under your rule as a criminal." He responded.

Y/n hummed and contuined on, "Now to show my gratitude and apology, these will help you."

Y/n stopped at a scroll self, and sifted through them, "These."

He pulled out a few handed them to Kratos and Freya, "Easy access, vanishing magic, it'll help you in a pinch. These do not need fire. Just a simple open and drop of blood if you're in such a rush."

"Thank you." Freya thanked, Y/n nodded.

"Freya go for Atreus. We will follow behind."

"Kratos I-"

Kratos looked back at her, she nodding and walking off.

"A private question you have?" Y/n asked they contuining their chat through the libary.

"You do this all for love," Kratos examined, "am I wrong?"

"If I must be honest with you, I do not know myself."

"Mhm..." he hummed, "It is a dangerous game which you dabble in."

"Fighting with Thor."

"Not knowing what you feel." He explained, "it is not my right to judge or to deny you of any emotion. Yet it is more dangerous than any physical battle you may face."

"You've ran into him before?" Y/n asked.

"He blew a hole into the roof of my house while we battled."

"Ah." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, "I can get that fixed for you."

"You may be able to fix a hole in a roof. But you can not fix everything." Kratos explained a tinge to his voice, he showed concern, "I have learned that the hard way. It becomes harder as you become a father in my own circumstances."

"Your son is very polite, you have done well."

"I worry for him still."

Y/n chuckled, "You sound like my own old man."

"He is protective of you. He is worried all fathers worry for their child no matter their age."

There was laughter in the distance, Atreus enjoying the beast known as the Sphinx, petting it happily, Freya watching him with a smile.

"Did you see the beatles?" Atreus asked Freya, who nodded.

"Scarbs." The rabbit next to him correct, similar in coat of the previous one, "They help in protecting the libary."

"Scarbs." Atreus nodded in understandment.

The rabbit nodded, "They protect the scrolls most importantly -"

"Enteraining the guest now, are we sarcophagus Bringer?"

The rabbit looked back and hopped over, "My royal Highness, I was just coming your way. The man you wished burned is being dragged across the Durat now. The soul sands are not very happy with him. The caines of Set are also havin a go at him."

"Good." Y/n spoke, "I will be going on...an outing."

The rabbit nodded, "Would you like assistance, my royal highness,"

"No. Sagi is all I will need." Y/n responded, the Sphinx coming at the call of the name, "I will see you later on. For work."

"Of course, my royal highness."

Y/n watched as the rabbit hopped off and Atreus and Freya joined back up with the two.

"So. What's the plan?" Atreus asked.

"Y/n has gotten what he has asked for." Kratos responded, "he will aid us in upcoming events."

"You're gonna fight at Ragnarök with us?" Atreus asked.

"It is a possibility." Y/n spoke, "For now. I go to Thor."

"You have a way into Asgard?" Atreus asked, "How?"

"I do not have a way." Y/n responded, "not now."

Atreus thought for a moment, "You can't travel between all the realms?" Atreus asked.

"Yes, but I have to worry about the wall."

"The bird." Freya commented.

"My Heron?" Y/n asked.

"It can scale Surtur's wall. It will be seen as a messenger from another god." Freya explained, "And therefore not be shot down."

"That could work," Y/n responded, whistling for the Heron who came flying in quickly.

He was quick to grab an empty scroll from a drawer with a pen and ink, he filled out the scroll quickly, tying it off and tying it to the Heron as he had done before.

"Asgard, to Thor." Y/n told her, "May Ra guide you."

The heron quickly took off down the hall with speed and looked back at the group; "Now, let's get you all home, I've kept you for far too long."

Y/n was quick to return them home, Atreus stopping before he left.

"You'll be okay? Against Thor?"

Y/n nodded, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself."

"Well, what happens if you need help? He hurt my father pretty bad." He admitted.

Y/n chuckled, "I am a death young one."

"Yeah but...my dads kinda a big deal," Atreus spoke with a smile.

"He is." Y/n chuckled, thinking for a moment, "Here."

Y/n called for a Rabbit with a scroll and box, it quickly hopped it's way to Y/n, "This. Will open a rift, to help you get to me at any time."

Y/n handed it to Atreus, "And this."

Opening the box he took out a necklace, a scarab engraved on it; "Will guide you when you are lost."

Y/n put it on Atreus, he startled slightly when its lid sprung open, "Woah..."

A little Beatle inside solid gold, with a small jade design, was the guide.

"here."

Atreus took off his necklace which held a jade-colored arrowhead, "Friends?"

Y/n chuckled, "friends indeed Atreus."

He nodded, and Y/n watched him leave. Though the smile soon dropped from Y/n's face, he had business to attend to. With quick steps, he rushed to his chambers and pulled out the chest from under his bed, it help old clothing of the Far North. It made for the cold and harsh winters the North often faced. Y/n was quick to change, leaving his royal garments and jewelry on the bed.

Killing Thor seemed like the easy option. The easy way out, it would end many problems but would start one for himself.

The Heron had landed in Asgard, a drunk Thor slouched in the backside of the Meed Hall, out of meed and out of patients, for himself out of all.

The Heron stood infront of Thor, "stupid bird..."

He tried swinging at it, but to no avail, the bird simply moving out the way before it settled itself in the shade besides Thor, tired from its adventures.

"You're not... bad..." Thor spoke, and with a drunken chuckle, he pet the Heron's back feathers with a heavy hand. Only then did he realize the scroll hooked to it.

Thor took the scroll rather roughly, the Heron snapped at his fingers, in annoyance.

Thor, the god of Thunder: drunk, mindless, tired. Awoken with a simple letter, it one sentence, five simple words; five words that meant someone was alive: and well.

'meet you at the usual?'

Thor looked to the side, the bird quiet as it kept itself, its own body huddled together to look like a loaf of colorful bread, it taking its long deserved break.

"You need some fish hm?"

The Heron looked his way, allowing itself to be picked up and carried away to be fed fresh caught fish and fresh water.

Y/n sat in a tree, the sky starting to fall, the changing of day to night skys, breezes froze and hurt as they hit too hard against skin. Y/n was wrapped in furs, clothing known around the area, allowing him to blend. He wondered what Thor looked like now, how much had he grown, perhaps Y/n was taller than him now? Perhaps shorter. Maybe Y/n's spark died, and Thor picked it up so that along the years.

The crunching of snow soon came into earshot. Fresh powder against old boots.

The Heron landed in a tree, mostly for safety: it there happened to be a battle. This would be only where death was previlent.

Y/n stood up from his spot in the tree, hiding behind the thick bole of the tree, which reached far into the sky, carefully he climbed branches, making sure to use whatever cover he could use.

The red hair, that was the same: the ginger tone against the snow was an easy call out to anyone, friend or foe. He was larger than Y/n remembered, a beard finally grown in. It almost made him laugh: Thor could never grow one while they were younger, and it was one of the things they picked on each other about; their insecurities jokes to one another: but never to one outside the duo.

Tattoos adorned what body he could see on the man. Adding to what he had before, Y/n had left. It was quite a collection now. Speaking of the now, it was made clear: Thor would always be bigger, stronger bodied, and strong hearted Y/n hopped.

Despite how he wished to glide down the snowu mountian with a log screaming at the top of his lungs. This god, this man: was a killer: a man of genocide of a realm, a destroyer of peace; of families of humanity.

Yet Y/n still wished to call him friend.

Y/n pulled his hood up and cleared his throat, catching Thor's attention.

"God of Thunder of the Far North." Y/n pronouned.

"And who is it to you?" He snapped.

"I am the one who speaks of death from the sands of the far south from the Durat?" Y/n told dropping down from the tree into the snow.

"Is that suppose to mean something to me?"

"I come on half of the dead."

"So what you're here to kill me?"

"The dead giants." Y/n defended, "and a dead friendship."

Y/n pulled his hood down: he wished not to speak of killing one of another, perhaps thats why he gave in.

"Well aint this peachy?" Thor snarked, Y/n looking at him solemnly.

"Thor- Trust me to tell the truth, Please." Y/n pleaded.

"Last time I trusted you! You left me." Thor argued.

"You think I had a choice?" Y/n spoke in defense, "because there's not a day in my solitary that I do not think about the past mistake!"

"You could have told me!"

"And did what?! Thor what would have that have done!?"

"I would have kept my only friend! You could of been there for me!"

"I did what I did for you!"

"Don't lie to me with that bullshit!!"

"What bullshit!? That I care?!"

"Yes!"

Y/n took a step back, a hand covering his mouth with a heavy sigh he soon pinching the bridge of his nose, hand rubbing over his face.

Thor watched; this wasn't how he planned it; emotions got the better half of both of them - yet the uncomfortable silence allowed them a break, a moment to recollect.

Y/n looked....different, he looked tired, most notably the thick stripes of white hair that had most noteably made its stay on his hair, his eyes darkened in tired, and no longer held stars in them. He got bigger: taller, lean as he just remembered it, how could a few changes make someone look so different?

Y/n side eyed him: catching his gaze and both locking on.

"Good to see God hood has treated you as shit as it has me." Y/n responded.

"There is nothing good about being a god." Thor answered, Y/n chuckled.

"You're not wrong." Y/n answered, breaking his gaze once the Heron landed down.

"You did good, girl." Y/n spoke, petting the Heron softly.

"So you're a god now," Thor told: finally addressing the time before.

"Mhm..." Y/n responded, "unfortunately. Godhood isn't what I wanted for my life, you'd know that better than anyone."

He gruffed under his breath.

"You may go," Y/n told the Heron, quickly taking off back to Y/n's palace, "But we're not here to talk about me."

"Then what?"

"You." Y/n responded, "You're killing is useless."

"God of the dead, uneasied by death."

"You'd know we well enough to know." Y/n answered.

"Then you're just as naive as you use to be." Thor defended watching Y/n walk towards him.

"Just like you'll always be taller than me." Y/n smiled weakly.

Thor looked down at him, his eyesbrows giving it away as usual. They knitted together, and Y/n's words had gotten to him. Thor's eyes faulted next, searching Y/n's face for some answer.

"Death...in my world. In my peoples beliefs, the afterlife is beautiful, but death: death is the same thing: sad, and takes anyone." Y/n started, his hand coming up to Thor's face, he careful with his touch as he cupped Thor's cheek, "Please. Please tell me you haven't taken my role here. Did you really kill the giants?"

Y/n looked up at him, with pleading eyes.

"Yes."

Y/n pulled his hand away, a reasonable rant on the way, but before Y/n could do so, Thor grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't act like my hands are the only one bloodied here." Thor argued.

"Unlike you, I actually have remorese," Y/n shot back, pulling his hand away from Thor, "you talk as if you had to-"

"Wouldn't you do anything for your people?" Thor spoke on his defense.

"The whole race?" Y/n argued, "Not one good giant? Not one good soul out of race of hundreds? Thousands even?"

"I did what I had too," Thor argued, "why don't you understand that!?"

"Now, doesn't this conversation feel like Deja Vu?" Y/n snarked, crossing his arms, "there's a difference between the death we cause."

Y/n started walking away, "Running-"

"Follow me." Y/n ordered.

Thor was reluctant to do so; yet did so anyways, following Y/n's steps, he caught up to him fairly easy both walking side by side, till the two rounded the corner a rift open with a Sphinx laying besides it playing in the snow with one of the skeleton rabbits.

"Ah your highness." The rabbit spoke, pulling itself out from the Sphinx's large paw, "We Sarcophagus Bringers are ready for work when you are."

"Very well." Y/n responded, holding out his arms as the rabbit hopped in his arms, then looked back at Thor, "come. Let me show you."

Y/n walked through the rift, Thor soon following.

They were in a hall, a large hall, it's walls decorated in hieroglyphics and its floor with a large rug that ran in the middle of it.

"Welcome to Egypt." Y/n told Thor, "The living world of Egypt that is."

"Why bring me here?"

"To show you."

Thor followed Y/n. Y/n guided them through the large hall, following it all the way through, up the steps a hunched over man held something in his arms.

"What are you showing me," Thor ordered.

Y/n looked back at him, "her." Y/n gestured to.

Thor followed Y/n's finger, a woman had turned the corner and stood in front of them in silence.

"What does she have to do with our conversation." He argued.

"She is the difference, between our death."

"Dear?" She called an evident smile in her voice, hiking up her white linen drapery making it easier to rush towards her husband, "Come, dear, quickly, I just watched them bring in the babe's favorites from along the high Mediterranean."

"He does not answer her." Thor commented

"Yes." Y/n responded, "He can not see her-"

"no, no no no no!" She cried out, "No! Dear! Dear! I'm right here! Right in front of you!"

"She is dead," Y/n responded, the loud wailing of the woman in the background, "stay here,"

Thor watched Y/n walk away and towards the woman; Y/n's movements were cautious yet confident. His steps were swift and ready. He called out a name: Keket and held out his arms for her, she looked confused: lost both in the direction to go and of her heart.

"I'm not ready! My children."

"My dear." Y/n spoke softly, "No one's ever ready for death, and unfortunately death- I, Unfortunately, I catch up to everyone, even myself one day a snake can bite its own tail."

"My children. I can't leave my kids! Please! Oh Please god of death!"

She dropped down to her knees, head to the ground, "Please! I beg you!"

Y/n dropped down on a knee, "I can not change this: I truly am sorry ."

She was quick to hug Y/n crying her heart out Y/n holding her tight as she collapsed in his arms.

Thor watched as the group of rabbits came along, a box of gold lavishly decorated with gems and carvings.

Y/n stroked her hair, hushing her in a calming matter.

"Shhh...shhh..." Y/n spoke, "Everyone comes together in the end my dear."

And soon the woman stopped, and completely went limp, Y/n rearranged the two of them, he now bridal style carrying her, as the rabbits set the sarcophagus down opening the top up.

Y/n was careful to lay the woman down carefully, crossing her arms over her body, and helping in putting the lid back on.

"Take her away." Y/n spoke, "do be careful with this soul, she is fragile."

Off the rabbits went, Thor watched the rabbits carry the lavish box away, and Y/n joined him.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing." Y/n responded, "I just answer the call. Come now, why don't we go see your job now?"

Y/n went to walk back toward the rift, before Thor grabbed his arm,

"I don't even know what my job is anymore."" Thor admitted.

"So why'd you do it? why'd you kill those giants?" Y/n questioned, "Why'd you kill without intent?"

Y/n looked up at him: Y/n's hand wrapped around his tightly.

"They treated All-father, against my father, my family-"

"You should know better the All-Father is nothing but an arse," Y/n argued, Thor's eyes adverted, Y/n cupped his face once again, "Look at me, Thor."

Thor looked back at Y/n, "You killed them by order; do not let their deaths be in vain, you chose the wrong path, tomorrow-today, be better,"

A single nod sent a small smile to Y/n's face, "Come on now, Egpyt, does not suit you, hard to get use to the sand, especially when snow is better."

"What of him?"

Y/n looked back toward the grieving man, it was now clear he holding his wife covered in white linen.

"he will grieve," Y/n told, "As we all do."

"And she?"

"Grief is a two-way process," Y/n answered, "She will do the same grieve, but she is a good mother, and I will allow her to take care of the crossing children of the Durat for the time being until her children come home to her. Come on now, let him grieve."

Y/n held his hand leading him back into the rift to return them to the North.

The harsh wind and snowfall had stopped for once, and the fresh snow stayed high as always.

"Why didn't you tell me." Thor finally asked, Y/n turning to look at him, "Being a god."

"My Father, Osiris-"

"Ruler of the Underworld from your lands."

Y/n looked his way: "Someone took up my knack of reading while I was gone?"

"I suppose I missed your shit-talking and storytelling." He gruffed, it sounded like a breath laugh even; "You always did talk sense into my head."

Y/n smiled small, his hand still in Thor's.

"I am glad you're... alive," Y/n spoke, looking down at their hands, he almost laughed at the size difference, but soon pulled his hand away, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything when I should have. I shouldn't have lied."

"you choose the wrong path; be better tomorrow," Thor told him, Y/n chuckling.

"My own words used against me," Y/n responded, with a sigh and a shake of a head.

"You taught me well."

"oh is that so?"

Y/n chuckled, walking off, with Thor following him.

"This was our forest." Y/n responded, "looks the same, after all those years. Makes me feel like I'm about to roll down that hill again with you yelling at me to be careful and focus."

"Would have been nice to know it'd be harder to hurt you/" Thor commented, "it'd of been a pain to fish your dead body out of the river."

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "What a way with words. I bet all the ladies are all over you."

Thor chuckled, it warming Y/n's heart despite the cold of this snow at his feet.

They continued their walk till they met the frozen river turning to follow it upstream.

"Is the waterfall still here?" Y/n asked.

"I don't spend my time here." Thor responded, "Not for a while anyway."

"Right..." Y/n responded, "Well let's go look for it."

This was a familiar scene like they had walked back in time. The two walked down the same path every day; during spring the route was at least taken three times a day. Y/n always was excited to see the newly born animals: fish, frogs, and little geese. He always had a knack for animals no matter the breed or type. Y/n could spend hours just watching them, or simply waiting for them to come while he read. Thor could spend hours, days, weeks with him in the spring: sleeping under a tree, or Y/n reading some story out loud while he listened till he slept.

"Mhm, frozen over for sure." Y/n told looking over the cliff, "Shame really."

"Why are we walking down old paths?" Thor questioned.

"To be honest." Y/n answered, walking away from the cliff and following the path down, "I didn't want to meet you again, well not to talk about death, I suppose. We were friends once."

"Once?"

Y/n nodded, looking back and up at him. The snowing had started again, "I lied to you, and I can't blame you for the manipulation one put you through. I thought my reading would make me smart enough to see your father's ways after so long. Makes me almost feel-"

"Like an idiot." Thor commented: Y/n nodding in agreement. "You are not the only one to fall victim to his assholeness."

Y/n smiled in agreement, a chuckle following along with a sway of his head.

"Suppose we idiots are back together then." Y/n laughed: "Suppose we were always ment to be friends-"

Y/n felt a hand cup his cheek, Thor's hand were warm, and comforting. Y/n's face rised in heat as he held Thor's wrist

"You... have snow, in your hair." Thor spoke.

"My hair is on my head." Y/n commented.

"Yeah..." he commented, pulling his hand away, yet Y/n didn't budge, Thor's hand settling back on Y/n's cheek, "I... missed you after all this time...."

Y/n frowned, "I missed you too."

Anubis watched from the high mountain.

"Just let's think this through this is Y/n." Horus tried to defend blocking his brother from moving any further, "he has a heart of gold. Always has."

"Heart of gold?" Anubis argued, pushing Horus out of the way, "he is degranged: do you have any idea what would happen if our father would find out!"

"He won't." Horus argued, "look at him Anubis."

Anubis looked over, his view clear as he looked down at his brother, who was held so carefully by the Nordic God of Thunder.

Y/n smiled up at him, Thor never did stop holding his cheek.

"Gonna hold me all day?"

"I haven't in a while." Thor responded, his second hand coming up to cup Y/n's face fully, Y/n holding his arms, thumbs rubbing circles on his exposed skin, "I missed you."

"I missed you too..."

Y/n watched as the half giant leaned in, Y/n meeting him half way.

"He's dead!" Anubis argued pulling out his bow, "Fucking dead!"

"Anubis! Please!-"

"Stay down or I'll kill you too." Anubis argued pushing away from his brother and backing up with knocking the arrow.

Near by was Atreus and Freyr out of all duos,

"Im just scared he's gonna get hurt." Atreus explained.

"Having a open heart is nothing to be ashamed off. It makes us strong, yet-"

The arguing ahead caught their ears, Freyr and Atreus crouching as they walked, just below them, two men arguing, one with a bow knocked ready to fire. The other pleading. Following the line of sight Y/n was in the crosshair with Thor.

"Shit! Go!" Freyr ordered.

The two both rushed to slide down the hill and takel the two ready to fire.

"You little asshole!" Anubis shouted, picking up Atreus before throwing him off and away, "No one fucks with my brothers and gets away with it!"

A battle soon ensured, two on two: Egyptian Gods verus the Norse Gods.

Y/n stopped Thor before the kiss ever happened.

"You hear that?" Y/n asked, "Did someone follow us-"

Before Y/n could even finish his sentence, Atreus was thrown off the cliff a shout falling from his touange as he plummeted towards the ground.

"Atreus!" Y/n shouted, taking off at god speed to catch the boy, sending them both rolling across the snow and onto the frozen river.

"My head..."

"Atreus!" Y/n spoke quickly getting to his knees, "oh. Oh no. No."

Y/n's hand was covered in blood, Atreus had hit his head hard.

"Brother!"

Y/n looked up, "Horus!?"

Y/n was quick to stand up, and quickly pick up Atreus bridal style.

"You'll be okay." Y/n told Atreus.

Taking a step across the way the ice beneath his foot cracked.

"Don't move." Thor ordered quickly.

"Brother!" Horus shouted quickly, running down the hill.

Thor quickly stopped the man from stepping any further. Fighting still ensured above them, but that wasn't Thor's concern.

Y/n's weight shifted, and the ice only cracked more. He's holding Atreus tightly as he looks down at his feet.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me!"

Y/n looked towards Thor.

"We used to do this all the time, right? With the logs." Thor told, "we never got hurt before. You're not gonna get hurt now."

Blood ran down Y/n's arm.

"Are you hurt?" Thor asked, Y/n shaking his head no.

"It's Atreus' blood."

Thor nodded, "okay. Okay, you have to listen. The ice is too thin. I can't come and get you. You have to come here, come to me. Slowly."

"Okay..."

"One step at a time."

Y/n nodded, carefully taking a step forward, light cracks forming under his feet as he stepped.

Horus watched fearfully as Y/n took one step after another.

Y/n gulped as he looked down at his feet, he stopping as the ice would split at any moment,"I can't make it. Not all the way!"

"Hey. Look at me." Thor told, "you can do it. You else is gonna slap me out of my stupidness."

Y/n took another steps forward, slow and steady wins the race...

"I deserve some time with you. Don't you think?" Thor snarked, "Seems you're brothers have had all the time with you!"

One steps to many, sent a spider web out.

"Horus!" Y/n called, "I need your help!"

"Anything brother!"

"Cacth!"

and the final crack, Y/n throwing Atreus as hard as he can towards his brother who caught him stumbling backwards into the snow.

"Y/n!"

He fell into the river: it's freezing cold temperatures, sending his body into shock as the strong current sent him downstream, trapping him under the ice, no rock to grab onto or water plants to try and stop himself.

Four agonizing mintues pulled down stream trying to get out before someone broke the ice and pulled him out.

"Brother!" Anubis called, "Brother!"

"You're god of Thunder! Do what you did to Kratos!" Freyr argued.

"And what?! Kill him twice!? He's wet!" Thor argued.

Y/n coughed, "y/n!" Anubis shouted.

"Fuck...its cold..." he shivered, the snow only coming down harder.

"Get him into a cave quickly. I seen one on the way down." Freyr demanded.

Anubis was quick to pick up his brother following Freyr through the snow.

"We'll need fire." Freyr explained, "Grab anything to burn on the way!"

Quicklu, they made it to the cave, a pile of sticks, and that sorts pilled in the Norse Gods' hands while the Egyptian Gods carried the wounded. Deep inside, they started a fire, setting the wounded down by it.

"Will he be alright?" Horus asked.

"Y/n? With luck. Yes." Freyr explained, he looking at Y/n in Anubis' lap, close to the fire.

"He is our brother. He will be fine." Anubis argued, "he is god of death."

"It is Atreus I worry about. Especially with this head gash." Freyr explained.

"I know some skin sewing." Horus explained, "to close it. Mother taught it to me."

"Uh. Sure...?" Fryer explained, Horus nodding as Freyr watched him pull out a little kit.

Thor's cloak came off to drap around Y/n.

"Back off Norse-man." Anubis argued, holding his brother close, "This is your fault."

"If you didn't-"

"He is almost dead due to you," Anbuis argued, "Just like Father said."

"He helped save Y/n's life." Horus defended.

"Whatever..."

"Leaving him uncovered will allow him to freeze."

Y/n sat up, freezing, ir hurt to move and switched over to Thor, where he huddled next to the half giant near the fire.

"Will you be okay?"

"I dont know." Y/n responded quietly, teeth chattering, skin freezing.

Thor wrapped the cloak around him tightly. Y/n holding onto it tightly as he stayed huddled in Thor's arms.

"You gonna admit you love me now?" Y/n chuckled, groaning accompanied by it; "after all these bullshit years...gods its cold..."

Thor hugged him tighter, bringing him closer to the fire.

"Yes."

Y/n smiled, "I know that's the farthest Ima get."

Thor smiled back, brushing Y/n's hair back, hoping it would dry first to keep the cold off his head.

"And what's your say?" Thor questioned.

"Mhm... check back in later." Y/n joked, coughing and holding his chest right after Thor was warm despite being in the freezing cold just moments ago, "I love you too...not a bad first date huh?"

"Rest." Thor told.

"Yeah. Yeah..." y/n sighed, closing his eyes before slept took him.

Thor laid Y/n down allowing him peacful rest.

It was quiet for hours, Atreus had woken up some time down the road, thankfully: he met both Horus and Anbuis

During the night while everyone was asleep, the stomping of animals outside during nightfall woke Atreus up.

"Y/n?" Atreus asked, seeing the man up and at the cave entrence, "your up. I heard what happened."

Atreus stood up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a yawn: "the storm stopped for now..."

"I love the snow." Y/n responded.

"Yeah its pretty fun." Atreus told: "well. When it's not always around."

Y/n nodded.

"Thanks. For uh saving me." Atreus thanked, "sorry...too. i. Uh shouldnt of come after you."

"Why did you?"

"I was worried you'd get hurt. Animals trust you. So I trust you."

Y/n chuckled, "thats pretty smart you know."

"My highness." A rabbit hopped it's way over.

"Hey i remember these guys. They found us? Cool!" Atreus asked.

"No. Not cool."

Y/n turned his head: Y/n seeing Thor was up, "They found him."

Atreus looked up at Y/n, "Well... yeah, they belong to you. Why wouldnt they."

"Your highness shall we do this one last time?" The rabbit asked.

"Yes of course."

Thor was quick to try and grab Y/n's arm, but nothing to grab.

"Trying to grab something thats not there now are we?" Y/n asked.

"You can't leave."

"I have to."

"I just got you back."

"Thor." Y/n spoke, placing his ghost of a hand ontop of Thor's.

"I catch up to everyone. Even myself. No one ever wins this race." Y/n explained, "I'll meet you tomorrow then, when we're both better than today."

"My highness please."

"Of course."

Y/n turned around, looking back at Atreus, "Hey. Keep out of trouble, Loki."

"How did you..."

The two stood side by side: watching Y/n walk forward, a ground of rabbits there, he dropping on one knee as they all hugged him he hugging back before pulling away, looking down at the simple sarcophagus, it wood engraved in stories of his life. With a careful step, he got in and sat down.

"Its been an honor." Y/n told the two, "and I couldnt of died a greater death."

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