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the less time, the better. pt 3.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: the days pass slowly in asgard as you find yourself becoming closer to heimdall, and he draws nearer to figuring out what his feelings for you are.

notes: all of the support on this has been absolutely crazy and i'm beyond grateful!! thank you all very much :") not proof read so mistakes are probably there lol. reader's getting feelings and heimdall's finally realizing what the feelings are!! y/n is VERY flirty in this chapter also!! this is shorter than the last part, but focuses solely on heimdall's relationship with y/n :) enjoy and let me know what you think!

it was to niflheim in search of the last mask piece. in due time. odin had told you to take your time, to enjoy all of the splendors and pleasantries asgard had to offer. you resisted the urge to groan at his words. you knew he was lying. he wanted you to find it as quickly as possible— to unlock whatever secrets he thought were hidden in the crack sitting in his library. what was up with that thing, anyway?

you wouldn't let him see it. even if it held nothing.

if heimdall didn't get in your way, first.

mimir had mentioned before that he was essentially odin's lapdog, that he protected him and asgard with his own life. he was correct. you swore he didn't have a brain to think on his own. even with his foresight, he couldn't see that he was being used, just like everyone else was. just like mimir, freya, týr.. you hated thinking about it. odin didn't care for him. he was just a good manipulator.

you pushed the thought out of your mind as you opened the door to your room, making your way up the stairs and to the mess hall to pick up some breakfast before you would train. you wanted to be prepared for your journey, but you would take your time. see how long it takes for odin to ask you to go himself.

you pulled out a chair at an empty table in the far corner, taking off the sheath your sword was held in and sitting it on the table. you found that the einherjar would look at you less strangely if you took off your weapons and laid them down. you would do that if it drew less attention to you.

your breakfast was cold when you got it. you weren't too sure why, but it was the only meal available, so you started picking at it with your fork. you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, biting at the inside of your lip as you thought about.. well, everything.

your mind lingered back to your father and brother, then to freya.. then to baldur. you sighed at the image of him in your mind. looking back, he was a sad, lost man. he was desperate for answers. blinded by odin. you pitied him, and you would be lying if you said you hated watching him die. it was something you could never erase from your mind no matter how much you wanted to.

freya.. you remembered the look on her face on that day. you thought of her often. you knew she mourned baldur. you were friends, at one point. you missed that. she was motherly, a kind mentor and advisor to you and atreus back then. now, she was a shell of the woman she once was without her son. your father had stripped her of her choice. it made you sad to think about.

"well, well." a voice rung out from behind you, and you sighed. you recognized it, of course. heimdall. hardly anyone else talked to you, anyway. you glanced over your shoulder to look at him, you greeted him with a thin lipped smile. "hey, pretty boy." you said. he blinked a few times, mouth falling open at your words.

"c'mon. close your mouth, you'll catch flies." you chuckled, turning your attention back to your freezing food in front of you. it was nowhere near gone, solely due to the quality of it. it was.. okay, other days.

he cleared his throat. how have you managed to leave him speechless this many times? it was out of character for him to not have a snarky response to someone. what was so different about you?

"the allfather wanted me to remind you," he began, coming up from behind you. you felt his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them tightly. it felt surprisingly good. "of your mission. that is why you are here, is it not?" you let out a breath. you should've known he would have someone else come to talk to you about it instead of himself.

"yeah. i know. i'm a little busy right now." you gestured at your food, a soft sigh escaping from your lips. you wished it was hotter. "you don't look it. you haven't even touched it." heimdall retorted, his hands still on your shoulders. what was that feeling in your chest? it felt.. tight. you shrugged it off.

"yeah, because it's—"

"cold. i'm aware." he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. "i could tell." he told you, glancing down at it with a look of disgust. he turned his head and snapped his fingers. a young looking mortal came up to him, a scared look in their eyes as they stared up at him. "fetch a new plate, will you? hot, this time. i'll know if it isn't." he grinned, clearly intimidating who he spoke to. "bye bye, now." he waved them off, pulling out the chair next to you.

he took gjallarhorn off of his belt, sitting it down on the table in front of him. you saw his eyes as he looked at it. proud? nervous? you couldn't tell. it was probably both. bearing it would be something to be proud of.. but it was also a reason to be scared. heimdall being scared was something that put you off. you pushed the idea away.

"what was that for?" you asked, an eyebrow raised as you watched the mortal scurry away. they looked terrified, and you could hardly blame them. you would be too, if you were in their shoes. "to get you moving. we have much to do." he replied without a moment's hesitation, and you chuckled.

"so, you didn't do that because you care about me?" you decided to tease, and his face flushed a light pink. had he done it because he.. cared about you? he shook his head, not sure if he was answering you or himself. "in your dreams." he spoke after a pause, and you rolled your eyes.

"you? please. i could do better."

"how so?"

you furrowed your brow. where was this conversation going? why were you talking about this? what were you doing?

"well.. i'm sure there are plenty of people out there who aren't condescending, overconfident, obnoxious, annoying.. petty. should i continue?" you asked, tilting your head with a mischievous look in your eye.

was he really all of those things? he rolled his eyes, "i would love to see you try to do better than me."

"sounds like you're in love with me." you replied without missing a beat, and his stomach dropped. in love? that was.. too much. he didn't even like you. not like that. right?

he took a moment to collect himself, and you laughed. "you are, aren't you?" he clenched his jaw. "do you ever shut up?" his voice was filled with frustration, and he sounded almost embarrassed. you chuckled, "you started it."

you both fell silent, and it suddenly felt awkward. you were only teasing. did he take it that seriously?

you cleared your throat, cutting through the tension. "i was just kidding. you know that, right?" you glanced over at him, and his eyes met yours.

why were they so.. beautiful?

if he replied, you didn't hear him. your gaze was focused on the galaxies he held in his eyes. they were captivating. why were you thinking like this? what was wrong with you?

he snapped his fingers in front of your face, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. you blinked, focusing back in on the conversation. "did you hear me?" he asked, and you shook your head. "sorry. i was just thinking."

he let out an annoyed sounding sigh. "i said.. i know." he told you, tearing his eyes off of you.

the more he looked at you, the more he found himself thinking about you. you would come into his mind at the strangest of times, and he caught himself picturing your smile as he patrolled the top of the wall days ago.

you let out a breathless, soft chuckle, "good. good." you licked your lips, suddenly finding more interest in the table in front of you rather than the god sitting next to you.

what was he doing anyway? he didn't have to keep sitting here. why was he spending his time with you instead of doing something more valuable? more important?

"why are you here?" you asked, cracking your knuckles as you pulled your fixated gaze off of the table and onto him. "the allfather is eager for you to go to niflheim. as i said before. i'm ensuring that you remain true to your word, and go." he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his lips as he stared at you.

you nodded, "right. you're definitely not here because you secretly enjoy my company." you nudged his arm with your elbow, and his hand came to grip where you had touched. it felt.. weird. it was tingling.

why was his heart beating so fast?

"you would know if i enjoyed your company." he decided to say in response, forcing himself to look into your eyes. "how would i know?"

"i would be here of my own volition."

"looks like you are now." you shrugged.

"i already told you. i'm here because the allfather wants me to be. that's all there is to it." heimdall said, his gaze not leaving yours as he spoke.

the more time you spent around him, the less intimidating he became. he was like everyone else. minus the fact that he was a god.

you heard someone clear their throat from behind you, "your.. your food." their voice was quiet. another mortal from the kitchen.

"speak up." heimdall's voice rang out from beside you. they glanced between the two of you, and took in a shaky breath. "your food." they repeated, more confident in themselves this time. they extended the tray to you, and you thanked them before they left.

you looked over at him. did he do that because he wanted them to be more confident, or because he wanted to be mean? you couldn't tell. it's not like his tone was rude or condescending, but the way he naturally spoke could sound like that anyway.

he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, "eat. we have places to be."

"we?" you inquired, and he nodded. "we. the allfather wishes for us to go together. again."

"because that went so great last time?" you said to yourself. "it would've been better if you deciphered it correctly the first time." he replied. "oh, yeah? and you can do better?" you leaned closer to him, your eyes meeting his through your eyelashes.

his face flushed. you were.. stunning. he hadn't seen you this close. to anyone else, it looked as though you were attempting to kiss him. you could hear a few soft cheers from across the mess hall, and he stared at your lips.

you watched his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, and you chuckled.

"you falling for me, pretty boy?" your voice lowered into a whisper, and with his heightened hearing it sounded as though you were talking right into his ear. he let out a shaky exhale, and watched as you licked your lips.

he sat his hands on your waist, and pulled you closer.

"in your dreams."

your lips were only a few centimeters away, and you found yourself almost wanting to kiss him. what was that? you laughed at his words, "i think i should be the one saying that to you." you muttered.

"a giant and the aesir's posterboy.. aw." you whispered to him, your tone taking on a sultry, teasing tone as you did so. you could feel his grip on you tighten.

what was he doing— letting you toy with him like this in public? was he liking this?

did he like you?

the thought sent a pang through his chest, and he swallowed. he couldn't. you were a giant, an enemy of himself and his people— and your father was the man who had killed baldur. he.. couldn't. he wouldn't feel that way about you.

but..

he felt a tug on his heartstrings as he looked at you. your gaze was so soft as you stared into his eyes. they were beautiful. he looked at your lips again, then back at your eyes.

"i don't like you." he said, not sure if he was talking to you or to himself.

"keep telling yourself that." you teased.

you pulled yourself away from him, and he almost missed the feeling of your hips in his hands.

why had you shared such an intimate moment like that? why were you teasing him so much?

did he actually like you in that way?

he fell silent after you left his touch, deciding that saying nothing was better than embarrassing himself further. why were you so good at flirting with him? was that was that was? were you flirting? he shut his eyes. what was wrong with him?

you watched as he seemed to have an internal debate, and you almost felt bad for causing it. you could only wonder what he was thinking.

it was probably for the best, anyway.

you lifted your fork, finally beginning to eat your meal.

it was hot, after all.

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I am kind not complacent Chpt 3

Howdy, here is Chpt 3

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sorry it's a bit shorter than usual but I promise the next one will be longer. I have been very sleepy all the time. As always, thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged. I truly appreciate you all.

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Chpt 3: 3.8 k words

Heimdall x fem reader

Multi chapter

A/N: im going to take a moment to add chapter summaries and make a master list

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It had been a few weeks now since YN had been brought to Asgard, and though her first day was less than ideal, she had found her place close to Mal and in her teachings with Mimir, while staying far from Heimdall and Thor. Since the instance on the first morning of her arrival, Odin had been especially wary of when the girl interacted with other people, going as far as suggesting Mimir put wax in his ears to be able to hesitate any “suggestions” she may make. Mimir however felt no need, as he had built a strong rapport with YN and the two had started to grow fond of each other. After all, she was eager to learn, excited that Mimir did not shy away from any and all details and facts. The man in return was thankful for someone who was grateful to listen to every part of what he had to say, for once.

This morning had started like they had for weeks now. YN had now learned to wake before the rest of the lodge. From there, Mal and she went into the kitchen as the sun barely peeked over the horizon while the cooks and bakers were still making breakfast. They would help with prep in return for cakes fresh out of the oven and porridge hot off the stove. Then Mal would bring YN to her balcony to drink tea and eat at their leisure as the sun rose and they got to hear the chaos downstairs they had narrowly dodged.

YN blew on a spoon of steaming porridge and hummed as she ate, the heat warming her cheeks and the steam escaping her mouth as she shook her head.

“ Hah- it’s hoth-“ she gasped as she forced herself to swallow, her eyes squinted shut in pain. Mal sat across from her, peering at the girl from the corner of her eye, and smirked into her tea cup.

“ You need to be more patient. You do this every morning.” YN smiled sheepishly before taking another bite.

“ Hah-, I can’t help it, I think it tastes better this way. I don’t want it to get cold.”

“ You’re burning yourself.”

“It’s okay, I like it when it’s hot like this… it feels hot all the way down my stomach and warms me up for the whole day.” Mal chuckled, shaking her head.

“ You must have blisters in your mouth. Must be nice having godly healing.”

“ Do you not, Mal? Heal like me?

“ Me? No dear, I'm just a mortal.”

“ Oh,” YN halted slightly at this, her spoon sinking slowly into her porridge as she peaked at Mal through her lashes. Mimir said the mortals didn’t live very long compared to them, and YN remembered thinking it a pity. She didn’t know there were mortals in Asgard, and she never thought to ask the people around her if they were mortal. Mal watched as YN had stopped eating, and fidgeted in her spot, guilty of her ignorance. Mal simply smiled.

“ Honestly, what’s that pout for?” she tutted, setting her cup down and crossing her arms as she leaned back lazily in her chair to look at the horizon. YN looked up at her, watching as the sunlight twinkled in her eyes framed by crow’s feet, how wrinkles curved around her small smile, and the grey hairs peeking through the top of her bandana. YN thought from the moment she saw her, that she wanted to look like Mal when she grew old. But that would be centuries from now, and Mal would be long gone… The thought made YN droop even further.

“Oi!” YN shot her head up at Mal’s exclamation. The woman now glared down at her, leaning across the table, grabbing a piece of bread. “Now, don’t you pity me. There is no shame in the span of my life.” She sighed, grabbing the jam, “Honestly sometimes I don’t know how the gods do it. I’m so tired already.” She took a bite and looked back at YN, just making a pathetic little sound, obviously, still overthinking. Mal reached over and tiled her chin up, her face firm and unwavering. “Don’t you worry, I’m a tough old bird, you won’t be getting rid of me any time soon. My job as your lady-in-waiting is to make sure you’re taken care of. Understood?” Mal smiled, pinching YN’s chin a bit tighter. YN giggled at the extra pressure, shaking her head free.

“Ok, I understand.”

“Good. Now hurry and eat. You’re lesson in twenty minutes.”

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“Alright, Lass: pop quiz”

“What’s a quiz?”

“That’s not important: first question: who are the Jotnar?”

“Oh! I know! They’re the most ancient beings thought to be the first to emerge from Ginnungagap. They um- they’re skilled in physical and mystical powers. Not all jotnar are large in size and can vary from frost and fire giants to different forms of animals. An example of this are Skoll and Hati who reside in Vanaheim!” YN started to ramble excitedly about Jotnar culture and how she had watched them from afar when they walked around Vanaheim. How she saw one move a mountain range once and how she was mesmerized to watch the wolves change night into day. Mimir held a hand up to stop her, chuckling slightly.

“Alright, alright! Maybe that one was a bit too easy.” he grabbed at the scruff of his beard, humming in thought. “Let’s move on to Asgard’s history and politics.” YN’s face dropped and she groaned, dramatically throwing her head back.

“I’m no good at politics, Mimir.”

“Which is precisely why we need to work on it. You are an honorary Asgardian now, and it’s important you know the roles of the royal family as well as your own role in relation to the nine realms. Now start with the easy ones.” YN sighed but straightened in her seat, starting at the top.

“Asgard is the realm we are in now, it is ruled by Odin and his family. Until fairly recently, Asgard has been at war with the other realms, notably Jotenheim and Vanaheim. You, Mimir, have aided in the creation of peace between these realms by building a rapport with the giants and suggesting the wedding between the All-Father and…” YN sighed, her shoulders drooping, “Freya, the former leader of Vanir, now the queen of the Valkeries.” Mimir nodded, urging her to continue.

“Odin is the All-Father, ruler of Asgard. He is the god of the sky, of wisdom, healing, um…poetry?” she faltered but nodded in relief as Mimir silently agreed with a nod. She continued, “And the god of divination. He built Vallhalla to reward Asgardians who have gone through a warrior’s death and grant them new life as Einjar. He…He’s a mystery to me, Mimir…”

“What do you mean, Lass?”

“I mean… I feel like I should want to be indebted to him… That I should trust him and want to serve him… but I feel this pit in my stomach…I don’t know, maybe I’m just still anxious about being here…” Mimir wanted to comfort the girl. Tell her what she was feeling was her mystical logic at work, giving her intuition. But that would mean admitting to himself that Odin was not the most trustworthy, and that just wasn’t smart. Mimir cleared his throat, getting the girl’s attention.

“It’s alright, Lass. you’ve been doing well here. The All-Father will find a place for you here and you will see there’s nothing to be worried about. Now let’s continue.” YN sighed then nodded, giving a short summary of Freya, Odin’s wife who hails from Vanaheim as she does. How the Vanir were a formidable foe and that Freya herself was a powerful warrior. The queen of the Valkeries was of great interest to YN, and she wanted to meet her soon and ask about their home. Maybe she could even ask to learn about Vanir Magix and fighting. She told Mimir she remembered meeting her just once in Vanaheim, and that she had brought her food when she was injured, but they never saw each other again. Despite this, YN saw her as the ruler of the Vanir, and when she left, the realm was heartbroken.

YN then went on to the sons of Odin. Thor, god of the thunder, and his job as the enforcer of the Asir. He was Odin’s right hand and trained to be a machine on the field. He was physically the strongest and tasked with training his brothers as a result. Since they met, Thor made it clear he was not a fan of the girl, making sure to let her know whether it be by pushing her out of the way in the halls or making fun of her during her sparring with Heimdall and Baldur. Next was Tyr, the god of war in Asgard. He was strong and tall and despite his title, was a gentle soul from what YN could see. He had made YN feel welcome, unlike his siblings. Mimir introduced the two of them, saying that the three of them would be working together after she’s learned more about her role here. The idea of one day being able to travel outside of Asgard with them made her giddy. Tyr would sometimes entertain her and Mal at supper with stories about his travels.

YN groaned as she spoke on Hiemdall.

“He’s the second youngest. God of foresight, order, foreknowledge, the scion of the Aesir, blessed with enhanced sight and hearing, blah, blah, blah…” YN rolled her eyes as she spoke. Mimir patted the desk she sat on, warning her not to get distracted.

“Don’t get fresh, Lass. I told you it’s not worth it.”

“ I Can’t help it!” she groaned in frustration. YN had been trying her damndest to try and get along with the young god, and everything seemed to blow up in her face. She thought maybe bringing him snacks from the great hall or handing him his weapon when they would spar would make it easier for him to stand her, but he would just take what she offered and leave. “He’s so rude! And-and all he does is judge me and take things!”

“Yes, that’s his job. To judge people.”

“I hate it.” she mumbled, folding her arms on the desk and resting her head in them. Mimir sat down across from her, crossing his own arms.

“Listen, little sister… I know you may not like him, and you don’t have to. But try to put yourself in his shoes for just a moment.

“How do you mean?’ She asked, peaking up from her arms. Mimir simply smiled, knowing by now it didn’t take much for the girl to sympathize with others, and that it may be the best way to encourage some semblance of allyship between the two.

“Well, he’s the god of foresight, but like you, he’s just a child. He can’t control his powers well yet and as the son of the All-Father, you may imagine he carries a great deal of pressure from his family to perform up to their standards. This is the case for all of Odin’s sons.”

“At least Baldur and Tyr are nice…” YN whispered, just loud enough for Mimir to hear.

“That’s true… but between you and me, I believe the boy may suffer from some form of overstimulation from his powers at times, causing some of his..hm… irritability.”

“What makes you say that?” Mimir simply shrugged, standing back up.

“Just pay closer attention to him next time you see him. Hm?”

“Ok, I guess…”

“Good, back on topic then. Tell me about Baldur.” Mimir urged. YN sighed but obliged. Baldur was the god of light and a bit younger than her, but they got along fairly well. He was a bit shy but was kind to YN. He was a good fighter and seemed to be a favorite amongst the Aesir. He was definitely the apple of Freya’s eye at the very least.

After more discussion of Asgard and what YN’s role would be in the future, Mimir ended the lesson, suggesting YN enjoy the beautiful day before her sparring session.

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The day seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. Since the first time they fought, Odin would sit in and watch to make sure nothing “regretable” would happen, in his words. YN noticed when she was against Heimdall today, he was rather sluggish compared to his usual movements, not carrying as much snark in his voice and seeming to focus on her much harder.

“Why are you already thinking about dinner? It’s not even sunset.” YN flushed in embarrassment.

“Stop doing that!” she stomped her foot. Heimdall rolled his eyes and lunged at her, poking her side with the practice sword.

“Hit. reset,” Thor called from the sidelines. The two spaced away from each-other again, waiting for Thor to call out “start” before they continued fighting. It was all so boring, the dodging, the hitting, the resetting to just do the same set of moves over and over.

“You’re telling me…” Heimdall mumbled, dodging an attack without trying. “At least when we were trying to kill each other you were vaguely entertaining. This is just pathetic.” YN clicked her tongue, dodging a half-assed attempt at a hit.

“At least you're still getting something from this, practicing to read my mind. Which I hate, by the way,” she stated, blocking a sword swing to her face, “Have I said that already?”

“A thousand times.” Heimdall sighed, pulling away only to come back and swing three times in succession, pushing YN towards the border of the ring with each hit she blocked, “and trust me, I get nothing from hearing your annoying little voice whining about how hungry and bored you are.” YN clicked her tongue at the statement and knocked Heimdall back, lunging in short quick jabs, moving them back to the center of the ring.

“It’s not my fault. Your father is the one watching us like a hawk, making sure we barely touch each other. We might as well be dancing. He’s such a control freak” Heimdall growled, suddenly moving to grab YN by the collar of her shirt. Despite the threat he posed, she was excited at the idea of actually doing some kind of real fighting. Their dreams were dashed however as Odin called out from the distance.

“Heimdall. Put her down.”

“But father, she insulted you!”

“Now.”

Heimdall growled at the girl before roughly dropping her collar, making her stumble on her feet to not fall into the dirt. She straightened her posture and fixed her shirt as Odin strode up to them. He looked down at the girl, concern on his face.

“You think me controlling, child? I suppose I have been keeping a bit too close an eye. I’m just worried is all.” At the hurt YN seemed to hear at the back of his throat, her stance softened and she offered a small bow.

“No, I apologize All-Father. I thank you for worrying about my well-being. I suppose I’m just getting a bit antsy at this routine I’m still getting used to. After the sun sets, I feel I cannot go outside, so I may be a bit more rambunctious during sparring as a result. And the slow pace is getting to me.” Odin chuckled, shaking his head.

“Is that all? Well, dear, I assure you Asgard is quite safe, if you find you want to wander after the sun sets, you are welcome to go anywhere from the lodge all the way to the wall. You are no prisoner. And you can do whatever you’d like outside your lessons. I encourage you to see how the moonlight changes the scenery tonight.” YN smiled at this, nodding in agreement.

“Thank you, All-Father, I will make sure to do so.” Heimdall seemed to fidget in place, his hands tensing and his mind racing as he listened to the two speak. YN pretended not to notice.

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At supper, YN sat with Mal and Tyr, listening to him talk about his latest journeys and the interesting people he met. YN only half listened as she felt a pair of eyes on her from across the dining hall, turning to meet a magenta gaze and tilted her head in confusion when the boy suddenly looked away. Heimdall seemed to shuffle in his chair, holding his head with one hand as he slowly took small bites of food. His eyes seemed to close tightly every once in a while and his hands tensed in his hair and around his spoon. He turned to Odin, whom he sat next to, and asked something, only to be silenced with a shake of a head. YN could see some form of frustration in Odin’s gaze as he looked down at his younger son trying his best to stay still and ignore whatever it was that was bothering him so much. Heimdall looked up and their eyes met again. She tried to give a smile and wave, but the boy just frowned and looked back down at his food. YN’s hand slowly fell back to her side and with a shrug she turned back to Mal and Tyr, listening to his stories with a smile pulling at her cheeks.

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It was late in the night and most of the lodge was asleep. YN fidgeted in her bed, unable to sleep as the clock at her bedside ticked along with the soft crackle of the fire in her room. Back when she was alone, she was used to sleeping in shifts throughout the day in order to stay alert at night. This also stopped her from sleeping deeply enough to experience her nightmares to their fullest extent.

She had been in Asgard for nearly a month now but still wasn’t used to sleeping throughout the whole night. YN would often wake in the middle of the night, humming to herself as she read a book that Mimir had given her, and wait until she was tired again to sleep more until Mal would come get her in the morning.

She rubbed her eyes with her palms and groaned, sitting up in her bed with a sigh. YN thought of how Odin had said she was able to walk around the grounds at night if she ever wanted to, and hesitated for a second before pulling the covers off of her and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She pulled a wool sweater over her white sleeping gown and slipped on her leather house slippers. The lodge was dark, with only a few candles lit in the halls to give any semblance of where anything was. YN stepped slowly down the main staircase, the wood creaking with each drop of her foot. She winced as the plank at the bottom screeched and waited for a beat as the floor settled underneath her. YN tiptoed passed the kitchen, then stopped and puttered back to it, slipping in to grab a bag of roasted nuts and dried lingenberries. After all, a midnight snack never hurt during a little stroll.

The cool air fluttered through YN’s hair as she pulled open the exit to to the Great Lodge and she pulled her sweater closer to her chest, sighing at the relieving chill. She opened her little parcel and ate absentmindedly as she walked down the main trail leading from the lodge down to the wall, following the moon as it hung in the center of the sky. YN hummed a soft tune, dragging her fingers along the tall grass and wildflowers that lined the trail, watching as Asgard’s nocturnal creatures scuttled through the prairie. Foxes wandered for prey, and weasels emerged from their burrows. It almost felt like home, the way everything moved and shifted around her, unbothered.

As YN got closer to the wall, walking up the stairs, she hear what sounded like whimpering. The closer she got, the louder it became. From whimpers to sobs, and finally, she could hear whispers.

“Just go away, go away, go away.” the voice whimpered between sobs. YN stuttered her steps, worried but wondering if this person wanted to be left alone or if would be better to help.

“Hello?” she called out softly, “a-are you ok?”

The voice didn’t respond, continuing to sob out into the night and beg for silence, despite it being the only noise out there. YN took a breath before peaking up over the ledge of the wall. There, Heimdall sat, curled into his knees, sobbing with his hands over his ears, rocking in place. His voice hiccuped as he trembled, continuing to beg.

“J-just leave me alone,” he whispered, “I just want it to stop… stop it!” Heimdall paid no attention as YN slowly moved closer, crouching down in front of him and waiting for him to realize she was there. His breath was ragged and his hands shook as his eyes darted from side to side, the picture of fear and paranoia. “It won't go away, it won’t go away, it won’t, it won’t it won’t!” he cried out into the air. YN reached a hand out gently and Heimdall gasped, staring her in the eyes as her fingers brushed over his forehead, covered in a cold sweat. Despite the fact they looked right at each other, Heimdall’s gaze was far off and desperate. He continued to whisper frantically as he shook his head. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!” His eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tried to get what he so wanted: silence. YN didn’t know what to do. Fearing that speaking may only make things worse. As Heimdall sobbed, YN pulled herself closer to him, sitting on her knees. She sat in his crying, letting it rake over the both of them as the cool breeze blew. She thought for a moment before slowly, bringing her head to rest against his, their foreheads pressed to each other.

‘I…I don’t know if you can hear me… but if you are feeling overwhelmed by the voices in your head… just focus on mine, ok?’ she focused on these thoughts, letting them take over her mind so that he could hear them and only them. YN swore she could feel him reaching back out to her as his body trembled against hers. ‘It’s ok… just focus on me… just focus on one voice…” he stopped his trembling slowly, but he cried out still, shallow sobs racking through his body. His hands still clamped tightly to his ears and tears trickled down the swell of his cheeks, dribbling down onto the rock beneath them. She sighed softly and brought her hands to rest on his, beginning to hum softly: the song passing both through her lips, and the melody taking over her mind and streaming into his.

They stayed like this. As the crickets rang in the night. As the wind whistled between them and the hollows of the wall. As critters crawled through the brush. And as their breathing started to match, Heimdall’s heart finally started to settle as his sobbing slowed to sniffles and light gasps, until there truly was nothing in his mind but the girl’s soft humming.

#heimdall x reader #gow x you #heimdall gow #god of war x reader #gow x reader #i am kind not complacent #@engardeitsme #coffeehighallthetime blog #dance with me like the sun and moon #child! heimdall #child! reader #heimdall x you #fem! reader #mute!reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war ragnarok #i still dont know how to tag #bestie help #i hope you like this

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saturndigital · 25 days

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Hellooooooo

I may have just followed but I always love asking fellow GOW lovers what they’d love to see in the next game? I’ve gotten

-Kratos x Freya (or Kratos x someone else) and a new kid

-following Atreus and whoever he ends up with and their kid

-back story to Mimirs life

I personally would love to see Freya and Kratos together, only because I’m soft for kratos and he deserves to have a wife live 😭 but I think maybe Atreus and whoever has a kid and that kid is a pain in their a$$ and it follows that storyline. But yea would love to hear your thoughts!

HIIII Ooo okay you asked me a question I've been dying to talk about. This is my personal opinion and no hate at all to people who like it!! I 100% get why it's so popular lol:

I think Freya and Kratos getting together would be a bad move. With how their story has played out I just don't really enjoy the idea that Freya is SO forgiving they end up together after everything Kratos did. I get "it's what he had to do" but Freya loved her son so dearly she ignored how terrible of a man he had become and I do not see her getting over that in just a couple years. Yeah they trust each other a ton now and I do love they're companions after Ragnarök but idk I'm not big on them in a romantic partnership.

I'm also just tired of seeing man and woman duos immediately get paired together I think it'd be so much more interesting if they are just best friends from here on out! I enjoy they're playful friend banter soooo much more. If Kratos is to find love again I don't think Freya should be the one or even if he should settle down again at all. I'd love to see him protect and love the family he has gained without any romance (and I'm saying this as someone who eats romance plots UPPPP LMAO).

Idk if it's obvious but I'm a big Faye x Kratos guy I love them sm and I wish we had more content of them <\3

Also Freya should have a sapphic love interest next- I'M JUST SAYING IT'D BE REALLY NEAT AND I THINK SAPPHIC/BI FREYA WOULD FIX EVERYTHING IN ME LISTEN HEAR ME OUT-

Okay moving on from all that lol I would love to follow Atreus' story and see how him and Angrboda's relationship plays out! They're so cute I really enjoyed what they've set up between the two I'm intrigued to see where they go with it.

I also would love to see more of Mimir's bg yesss the story we've gotten from Ragnarök and Valhalla are so good I need more!!

Okay rambles over I don't really have anything else I'd love to see in the next game tbh I'm just excited to see how these characters grow and develop from here on out!

#saturnasks

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chewydolls · 5 months

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QSMP x Ever After High characters that remind me of them

Quackity x Duchess Swann

Bitchy ™

Quackity/ElQ and White Swan/Black Swan parallels

Yearning for romantic love

Resented guys who think they were doomed from the start to be unlovable, cursed to stay at the sideline watching with jealousy as their peers get the happy ending they could never hope to achieve

They actually have the means to take agency over their fate, but this requires some healing and introspection that the respective villains from their worlds are direct or indirectly preventing them from doing

Still, happiness most likely won't come in the way they fantasize bout

Feathers? Birbs??? Idk

Jaiden x Briar Beauty

They're both associated with roses

Their arcs are shaped by grief: in Briar's case the certainty of outliving all her friends makes her mourn the life she knows while they're still alive; and Jaiden was deeply shaken by Bobby's death

That doesn't stop them from aligning themselves with the very oppresive organization that stood by and let the tragedy happen, but:

a) They are hurt and going with what is familiar to them

b) They will be chaotic af about it

Agent of chaos aligning with Order can you picture that

They're bffs with figures that uphold the status quo, to varying degrees of how much power they actually have in the grand scheme of things (Cucurucho and Apple)

Isolation is a big theme in the Sleeping Beauty story, and that resonates a lot with Jaiden's arc and how she got close to Cucurucho at her lowest point vs how Briar tries to stay loyal to the Royals even when it hurts her and her closest friends, because Apple is her bestie and was always there for her

Roier x Briar Beauty (again)

A mimir

The whole Animations family is very Briar-coded, actually

Everything I said about Briar's grief works for him, especially the part of mourning people who are still alive bc the threat of being the last person standing weights over them

Just... the concept of being the last person alive as your kingdom is ruined and the vines break the beautiful stained glass of your castle and your bed is covered in thorns ✨️

"Living in fear is not living" vs "If I'm gonna sleep for a hundred years, I've got to live it up now!"

They're so good at keeping a "silly guy" act that few people can tell when they're actually sad

Outgoing and charismatic personality but still end up feeling isolated

Special little guy shipped with the confrontational, off-putting little freak (Spiderbit, Briar/Faybelle)

Pac x Blondie Lockes

I'll give it to you they're not that similar but:

Chisme? Gossip?? Fofoca???

Pros at breaking and entering

Drawn to scary creatures with sharp teeth

Cellbit x Alistair Wonderland

You thought I was gonna pair him with Raven, right? Wrong!

Men only know how to do 3 things: solve puzzles, play chess and be absolutely smitten for their partners

Came to the island/eah by accident and immediately got in the nerves of the authorities

Both were abandoned in a dangerous land by the people who later became their found family (not his friends fault, in Alistair's case, totally justifiable in Cellbit's)

In the unlikely scenario where I did pair him with Raven, Felps would 100% be his Maddie, k?

Felps x Maddie Hatter

I'm not doing 1:1 crossover but Alistair/Cell being besties with Maddie/Felps works too i guess

Chaotic, unpredictable, barely comprehensible, they will encourage their bffs to be the best version of themselves while also enabling them to do the dumbest shit possible

Part of a weird polycule that by all means shouldn't be there but they decided to make it everyone else's problem

Signature Food (pasta/tea)

Tina x Cerise Hood

Deeply self-conscious about their identity, hiding under a semblance of innocence so no one notices their monstrous/demon heritage

Actively hiding a part of themselves (horns/ears)

Despite that, they still instigate their friends to be unhinged, as long as they can be on their good side

#qsmp #roier is very sleeping beauty coded to me

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silvergoldraeven · 1 year

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Resurrected AU part 6 :3

Previous part here

Next part here

Just wanna say to not expect many detailed parts like this, i was gonna turn this into a comic or animatic at first but instead got struck by the writing gods to actually write something proper, so here you go :3

( thank you to @eliworkshop for talking about Baldur and making me realize just how much more chaotic I can make this AU)

Enjoy :3

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Heimdall crouches down as he spots his target.

A young buck, just grazing peacefully, unaware of his impending doom.

Heimdall locks his eyes onto the creature, summoning his bifrost arm while pulling out his bow and an arrow, slowly and carefully.

"Accuracy over speed." he hears his father's voice say in a hushed tone behind him.

He sucks in a breath as he pulls the string back and points the tip of the arrow towards the heart of the deer and listens closely.

No wind, perfect, this should hit.

Exhaling slowly, he realises the arrow as it flings into the side of the creature as it yelps and runs off.

It didn't kill it instantly.

"Shit." Heimdall mutters before turning towards Kratos, waiting for him to berate him for missing that simple shot.

"Good. Go now, catch it." His father says with a proud nod. Heimdall wasn't surprised, Kratos was much more patient than anyone else ever was with him, which was incredibly ironic. But he was definitely still getting used to kindness from others.

He nods before jumping over the fallen tree they were hiding behind and sprinting after the deer.

He swore he could hear Mimir mutter "aye, now that's the Heimdall I know."

But he'd rather not ask about what he meant, he didn't want to think about the past. Right now, all that mattered was getting their food.

Tracking the deer was easy; he sees the hoof prints in the mud, small branches and leafs that it destroyed while running away.

And he could hear it's heartbeat as it slowed more by the second.

So it was a fatal hit. Just not instant.

When he finds the deer, he sees it has collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.

The deer looks at him and tries to get up, but just struggles against the mud. He feels the need to apologise to it, but it wouldn't understand.

Instead, he crouches down next to it and takes the dagger Freya gifted him into his left hand, but just as he's about to plunge it into the creature's heart, he dodges a figure flying past him.

So he was right, there was someone else.

He falls backwards but skillfully gets back to his feet. Looking at the figure, his eyes widen.

"Hello brother dearest."

Baldur.

"Baldur why did you... Why did... I... I thought you were dead?" Heimdall says softly, a tone that even surprised Baldur for a second.

"Oh but I was" he opens his arms wide with a grin on his face "but now I'm back, missed me?"

Heimdall stares at him silently, not sure what to say.

Baldur's arms drop by his side and the grin leaves his face "of course you didn't, but that's okay."

Baldur's attention gazes down to his brother's hip and notices a very important item missing. "So Where's that big old horn of yours? Stopped compensating? Did you lose it?"

"Of course I still have it." Heimdall responds impatiently, trying not to snap at the other god.

Baldur circles him, inspecting him closely. "Well I assume it isn't up your ass, so where the fuck is it?" Heimdall clenches his fist before taking a deep breath and going "it's safe, that's what matters."

Baldur stands there for a bit, but Heimdall knows what he's about to do and dodges the second Baldur tries to punch him again.

"I don't want to fight you, Baldur."

"Well that's just too damn bad!" the younger one responds before going in for another attack.

"Baldur please, I don't do this stuff anymore. I'm a new man, you can change too." Heimdall tries to reason. "A new man?! You've barely ever been a man. There's a reason everyone always called you a girl!"

Heimdall tries to tune out his brother's taunts but it's slowly starting to get to him. Baldur knows he'll win if Heimdall will let it get to him. That's how he always fought. Predictable.

"I am warning you Baldur, I really don't want to fight you!" Heimdall says again, but the other god takes a second to just really laugh at him

"Of course you do, you always wanted to, brother." Baldur sneers who me throwing a fist Heimdall's way, but he grabs his wrist before twisting his arm and pushing him away to create some distance between them.

"I'm done with picking fights just to get Odin's approval!"

"You sound just like that old man who's lapdog you are now, Dally-Dall" Baldur responds, saying his old nickname for Heimdall with as much venom in his tone as he can

Heimdall freezes for a second, he didn't expect Baldur to remember his old nickname. Baldur takes this chance to punch him, sending Heimdall flying back into a tree.

"Leave my father out of this." Heimdall says between gritted teeth as he gets back up, brushing dirt off the fur on his shoulder.

Baldur just laughs again "your father, huh? Next you're gonna call that little shit your brother."

Heimdall glares at him hard this time, Baldur gasps in return. "Oh you do call him brother. Oh this is gonna be goood!"

Heimdall dodges a jump attack from Baldur and turns around just in time to punch him with his bifrost arm because Baldur had the exact same plan.

Heimdall winches at the sudden thunder like sound and flash of bright blue and pink coming from both of them, mixing into purple, their powers seeming to physically fight each other too now.

Baldur grins and goes "awwww, look at little Heimdall, actually actually getting his hands dirty. You fight like the old man too" Heimdall opens his mouth to say something back, but instead just gets another punch in, making Baldur fly back.

Heimdall tries to catch his breath and blows his hair out of his face; his braids are starting to get lose. Baldur sees this and laughs at him while getting back up

"Pretty boy not so pretty now, huh?"

"Looks are not a priority in battle." Heimdall responds while waiting for Baldur to attack again, which he does. "AND you talk like him! Wow, you REALLY think they're your family huh?"

"They ARE my family, you could have the same if you'd just stop attacking me." Heimdall responds and punches the other god. "oh so you betrayed all father just so you can run off with the man that killed both of us?" "Odin is DEAD. besides, these people are actually worth fighting for."

Heimdall grabs Baldur by his throat and slams him against a tree, Baldur groans and chuckles, looking his brother right in the eyes.

Heimdall knew he was being mocked. the glow of his right arm cascaded onto his face making his glare look even darker.

Heimdall drops him, not wanting to kill him. "They gave me a chance. A chance of a new, better life. A chance of a good family. They'd do the same for you, too. You'd just have to stop, now."

Baldur rolls onto his back, rubbing the bruises that are quickly forming around his throat. He turns his head towards Heimdall, looking like he's actually thinking for once. "Then what?"

Heimdall thinks for a moment. "Then... We'd both have a chance of being somewhat normal people again."

"Like when it was just the two of us?"

Heimdall nods and holds his left hand out to his brother. "Yes, like when it was just the two of us"

Heimdall pulls him up but Baldur immediately let's go of his hand when they hear quick footsteps approaching.

Heimdall turns around and smiles at Kratos "I got the deer?"

His father stood there, axe in hand with a concerned look on his face. The sight of Heimdall and Baldur covered in blood with the dead deer next to them on the floor sure was a sight.

#heimdall #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow #baldur

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 2 years

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Tarot and Rune Readings

Let me preface this by saying that the job hunt is a lousy and stressful thing, leading to many sleepless nights and nauseated and crying mornings. I put out at least 10-15 applications a day, and with a BA in English and MFA in Creative Writing, I should've had non-scam bites by employers by now. This has been going on for months. I wanted to move to NC this year and get the hell out of Texas, which is becoming more and more dangerous to live in by the day. I never know when I leave my house if I'm going to be shot for being bisexual, genderfluid, pagan, a uterus owner, wearing a mask in a world that isn't done with the pandemic yet (despite what anyone says), or just for existing in a space that a cis white straight conservative Christian man (or woman) is in where they just don't like my face that day. The lack of a job and incoming funds has made my sister, with whom I live and hoped to move to NC with before the end of the year, hesitant to move because it will be expensive to move across country, find a place, and live without it, but the jobs are just not coming, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm terrified of what will happen if we stay here.

I've got 30 years experience in reading Tarot and probably roughly 20 reading runes. I also have 22 years using psychometry, which comes in the form of symbols and ideas that mean something to the owner of the object. I've been doing dream interpretation even back into my teens (I'm almost 50 now, if that helps). I've worked dozens of psychic fairs when I still lived in South Texas and there was a shop there that held them four or five times a year. I'm good at what I do, and I'm prompt at getting back to someone who requests and pays for a reading. Only if I'm away from my computer on errands am I just not available at that moment but will make myself available as soon as I can.

I'm not going to lie. I need to get some financial security under me so that I can pay my bills, help cover rent, groceries, and to push for the move out of the rapidly growing more dangerous state that I live in. I'm willing to work for the money, and I'm not going to give half-assed replies to questions. I've got PayPal and Venmo and a selection of Tarot and Divination Cards to choose from as well as runes. If you're interested, I sure would like to talk and pull cards for you - in helping you, you'd be helping me, and it would be a great cycle of exchanged energy that would make things positive for the both of us.

My prices are:

$30 for 3-5 tarot cards

$50 for a full spread, 30 minute reading

$75 for for full spread, 1 hour readings

$25 Dream Interpretation

$35 Rune reading

Readings done online over IM chat (I have FB Messenger and Discord and can be persuaded to get back on Skype if preferred). I'm still learning Zoom but can probably work that out as well. I will provide a write up and photo of the reading, with the exception of Dream Interpretation, which will just have a write-up. Payment up front and readings to follow immediately.

I have also set up a secondary Tumblr for tarot/dreams where I may compile interesting topics from time to time as life permits. Please feel free to follow this blog, too, and messaging me there will also message me on my main Tumblr.

Mimir's Well.

Message me on Tumblr for further communication.

Thank you!

#Tarot #Runes #Divination #Dream interpretation #psychometry #Help a sibling out #Help a sibling escape a hell-state

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mihai-florescu · 2 years

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hello and happy tsumugi sunday! i feel like i havent hung out in your askbox for a while so imagine im just laying here like a cat under a patch of sunlight

how are you? any news? new projects? new assignments? new blorbos to hyperfixate on? tell me everything :)

*scratches your head like a kitty cat* hii my little mimir<333 i havent been up to much lately, just going to school and procrastinating buying a website domain lmao. I binged revue starlight yesterday and i'm loving it, i really liked nana, junna, claudine and maya so i guess these are some new blorbos<3 i'm gonna raid their tags later im sure you will see it

OH yeah i also bought Greywaren today! My local bookstore finally has it<3 and then i went to a zine fest, bought some stickers, made some collages with some nice middle aged ladies, and then went to a latam restaurant^_^ empanadas and churros my beloveds, i am mentally sharing them with u right now.

How are you doing? Any exciting new ceramic projects? Is the weather getting warm for you? Here it's finally autumn, windy and rainy, and i feel the cold in my bones. sigh.

#ask #mar🍎

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kabra-malvada · 2 years

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*head bonk* cuidatee

take care of yourself 😤<3 now go to a mimir

Si quierooo pero no puedoooo tengo que hacer tarea :'( por que aquí tu pendeja (yo soy la pendeja) dejó todo de último momento ahzhshdgwhz

I'm so stupid srry

#salvenmé pls #ask kabra #sthu kabra

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neechees · 2 years

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For the ask? God of War, natch

NATCH? PFFT

favorite male character: Kratos I am a Kratos apologist. Love that dude.

favorite female character: Faye & Freya mwah <3 I also find Athena & Gaia interesting as characters. Lysandra is always a badass too, of course

least favorite character: this is a hard one actually, but I think Modi tbh he's a fuckin creep. Also Hermes was fuckin annoying

prettiest character: she barely shows up, but Artemis. Gorgeous. Persephone is also up there

funniest character: in a way, Kratos avhftftg. "That is a question you should ask your wife" when Hephaestus asked him if Aphrodite "conquered another god of war" (him). Him saying Mimirs stories were boring except the one that started in a river of blood. Him laughing at Atreus's stupid wheel pun. "In the direction of deer". "I'm going to cut off your head now". This fuckin dude. Also, Mimir of course.

favorite season: favorite game in the series is probably gow4 of course but Ghost of Sparta holds a special place in my heart, & I love gow Ascension for fleshing more stuff out actually

favorite romantic ship: you know me, I'm a Fayetos girl. Also I love them. Freya and Sigrun is also interesting & we appreciate Kratos/AOS in this house

favorite family ship: I'm assuming this means familial relationship, in which case... Kratos & his kids, man. This dude loves his kids. Pandora is naturally included.

favorite friend ship: Faye's close friendship with the Dwarf brother is genuinely so sweet... they were right next to her for everything. also Kratos & Herakles, they're also half brothers but it was really nice to see that he had at least made a friend while on Olympus, & no doubt was able to relate to him.

worst ship: anything obviously gross like incest, yeesh.

#you mean nech? :p #wrong use of the slang I wouldn't use it here but I found it funny fgfggu #incest mention #incest tw #god of war

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kraptos · 1 year

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❤️🦈🧪

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

i still really like kratos panicking and thinking about calliope while arguing with AOS at the beginning of chapter 7, but for this ask i'm going to go with kratos fixing little atreus's bedhead before he meets AOS for the first time in chapter 3:

”I’m ready. Can I meet him now?”

For a long moment, Kratos considered him, then smoothed his hand over his head in an attempt to calm his hair.

it's just too cute ;-;

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

oh god, mimir. mimir hands down. idk how to make someone sound scottish, but i try my best. i also try not to let my fear of writing his dialogue cut down on his screen time. i anticipated him being hard to write and there was a brief moment before i started writing agapē where i considered somehow killing him off or having freya's magic wear off so i wouldn't have to write him 💀 but then i realized i was a Coward and he's essential to their family unit. i am SO GLAD i didn't do that now lol i love writing about his gold lil eyes too much

i've been thinkin about writing a series of drabbles so i can shove AOS into ragnarök, and i think brok is going to claim the crown of being the hardest to write tbh

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

sort of!! i do pretty extensive research into canon so everything is as streamlined and as canon-compliant/accurate as i can make it. when it comes to history... meh. for agapē, i just read a couple random articles about the agōgē and greek clothing i found on the first page of google and went "i think i can just wing it from here" LOL

#ask #the-shy-artisan #ty for the ask paige!!#outing myself as not rlly being into lore/history... im here for the character interaction babey!!!#ask meme

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lutavero · 1 year

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Some other GOW: Ragnarök thoughts

I'm just... so conflicted? Sksksk no but truly

Like in 2018 too I loved the Freya quests so much! Her relationship with Kratos&Atreus, just her in general 💖 and I loved her quests in Ragnarök too! Like I'm so happy we got so much time to learn about her but after a while I just wanted my boy back to go adventures together once more 🙈

Like obv I know they didn't wanna make GOW 2018 2.0 and so it meant they have to change some things gameplay wise and I loved I got to play as Atreus! His gameplay style is just so goooood! Loved every sequence with him. But then I came here for my Dad of son simulator and now I feel both happy with what I got and kinda cheated.

Also, clown me should've known Sindri was gonna suffer after right at the start of the game we got so much time with him. 😭 So many scenes, getting so fleshed out. His relationship with Atreus???? 🥺🥺🥺💖💕💖💕💖 they were so adorable, this whole sibling/uncle-kid energy ... I loved this pair so much.

Also I saw others mentioning how Atres as companion got dumbed down and I do agree? Like why couldn't we get the first 2 or so knowledge stuff read by him or read one part of it and wait for Kratos to finish it or just truly participate in it? Or at least make him make a comment abt how Kratos finally did learn to read the runes? I do know it was done bc of the gameplay stuff, bc Atreus just wasn't with us when we ran into many of these but still it is just such a jarring change. Also, i think in 2018 most of the time they talked abt these interest/knowledge stuff when you discovered them and now Mimir just repeated the same 'what did you learn brother ' text and just why?

Also, getting back to companions getting a little dumbed down, why did Atreus and Freya by default, get clothes as only cosmetics? Why couldn't it still give me those little bonuses it did in 2018? I actually could've used those 'chance at finding more healing/rage stone' bonuses during the game many times 😅.

Anyway, I'm also incredible happy we got the possibly happiest ending?? Like I was so scared and sure someone from the main 3 would die and then we all survived?? 🥺💕💕💕💕 That final phase Odin boss fight was so epic, with that teamwork sequence and all. 💖💕💖💕🥺🥺

But then I did cry my eyes out during that goodbye tour sequence Atreus did. The moment Atreus started talking to Mimir and called him his other father I knew and the tears started 😭😭💕💖💖 and then the hug with Freya 😭😭😭😭💕💕💖💕💖💕💕 and then the Angrboda and Fenrir scene was so adorable. But then I felt a little miffed we didn't quite got a hug with Kratos there.

And then the Jötnar shrine scene... 😭💕😭💕😭💖😭💖😭💔💔💔💔😭😭 I am yet to watch that sequence without tearing up. Opening the shrines and then the goodbye... 🥺🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺💕💔💕💖😝💖 i mean ofc I expected a separation bc with the very first gow:r summary talked about Kratos&Atreus dealing with letting go but it still made me bawl 😭😭🥺🥺

Gosh I just hope in the next game we will get a reunion or sth.

Anyway I loved this game so much expect the berserkers those can get fucked, I hate them ajdkdkalajkala

Time for the post-story stuff and platinum and then fighting the urge to start it again just randomly or waiting for the new game+ to be added bc this game is like 80% finished and I spent 44 hours on it 😅🙈

#god of war #god of war ragnarok spoilers #gow spoilers #gow ragnarok #personal lutavero #sorry if it all reads incoherent I did stay up like 1-2am to finish the main story #also many post game stuff is still yet to be discovered but now that my boy is gone I'm a little less excited #like I did the vanaheim and muspelheim farming with him lmao I am committed 😅

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Hi Lena, I hope life is treating you swimmingly well! So I can’t stop thinking about Squid Game, much like the rest of the world, so I have to know how the ro’s would do in a SG au? Thank you!

Hi anon, thanks for your ask! I'd like to inform you that this ask is single-handedly the only reason why my partner and I watched Squid Game! I'm so out of the loop that I had no idea what it was until I got this message and had to look it up 😅 And then after that, everyone was texting me and asking me if I'd seen it! Normally I wouldn't have gone out of my way to watch it, but the ask made me curious, so... here I am now! (I definitely would have died in Game 1, FYI. Also, the show was absolutely terrifying, like holy shit.)

As for how the characters would do in Squid Game... (Extreme spoilers for the show below, read at your own risk!)

Who would participate: it's very hard for me to imagine someone like Riel would participate in Squid Game, because it's hard to imagine him being that desperate for money (even in an AU) that he would willingly jeopardize his own physical wellbeing--it seems fundamentally opposed to his very character; he would always find some other way to get the money, should he need it. So I'm going to count him out and say, in this AU, he's likely to be someone involved in the actual orchestration of the games (as a VIP or otherwise) than as a participant.

Blade, too, I'm going to count out, because I imagine him being more in the role of the police officer, Jun-Ho, working secretly to expose the corruption of the games; I think he's just too honorable and proud to willingly participate unless it was for some other purpose. (It would also be somewhat unfair, since in any AU, I imagine Blade to be unfairly Ket-strong.)

I'm inclined to count Lavinet out, too, but what the heck, I could see her enrolling herself for some other reason (like doing it to secretly record it for social media or something) and vastly underestimating the dangers of the actual games. If she survived to the part where everyone voted whether to continue or not, she would definitely be out and not come back!

So we have: Trouble, Tallys, Shery, Chase, Red, Ayla, Briony, Halek, Mimir, and Lavinet.

Let the Squid Game begin!

Game 1: 🚦

Winners: Trouble, Tallys, Chase, Ayla, Briony, Halek, Mimir. Likely Red, if he got lucky and was saved by someone else the same way Ali saved Gi-hun. We'll give it to him for now...

You're probably surprised by Mimir making it, but I feel like she'd possess the necessary level of aplomb needed to smoothly skirt through...

Eliminated: Shery (too scared to move, so the timer ran out), Lavinet (I think she'd be too shocked to process what was going on and would twitch at the wrong moment)

Game 2: 🍯

Winners: Trouble, Tallys, Chase, Briony, Red, Halek, Ayla. Like Gi-Hun, Trouble would get by only by the skin of his teeth, and only with some quick thinking and ingenuity. Briony is a crapshoot: if she happened to pick a harder shape like the umbrella, she'd probably be too clumsy to manage it and would break it. She'd probably get by with a star, which would have been the shape she'd pick, anyway, so we'll give it to her, but it would be a really close thing. Ayla would get by if she cheated (which she probably would)

Eliminated: Mimir

The Night Between: 🔪

Let's suppose Trouble (he's most similar to Gi-Hun in personality, so I'm going to paint him as the protagonist/leader) tries to get everyone to team up to protect each other. Red, Halek, and Briony would definitely join up. Ayla and Tallys are more likely to lone-wolf it. Chase might join if he felt like it helped his chances of survival, or he might not; and either way, he wouldn't seem very trustworthy.

They all make it to the end of the night.

Game 3: 🪢

Whoever has Briony on their team is going to win. If they're all on the same team, they definitely win. If they're all scattered on individual teams, only Trouble, Briony, Ayla, and Halek would almost definitely make it. Chase and Tallys could make it, but only if they chose their teams wisely, and at that point, few people would trust them enough for them to get first pick. Let's assume the best and say they make it! Red, however, is most likely dead.

Winners: Trouble, Briony, Ayla, Halek, Chase, Tallys

Eliminated: Red

Game 4: 🔮

Let's say the teams are:

Trouble - Halek

Ayla - Briony

Tallys - Chase

Briony would most likely sacrifice herself after hearing about Ayla's backstory and would take herself out of the game as friends. Trouble and Halek would try to keep it fair, but Trouble would end up winning in a horrible twist of luck. Tallys and Chase are equal amounts of clever, but Tallys's will to survive and ruthlessness exceeds Chase's careless "eh I'm here because it sounded fun" attitude, so she would most likely end up winning.

Winners: Trouble, Ayla, Tallys

Eliminated: Halek, Briony, Chase

Game 5: 🌉

Trouble would pick a number close to the front (like number 3); Ayla would pick something in the middle, closer to the back; Tallys would pick the very last number.

Unless he somehow gets very, very lucky, Trouble most likely dies here.

Winners: Ayla, Tallys

Eliminated: Trouble

Game 6: 🦑

In a fight to the death, Tallys most likely wins for sheer brutality and cunning. Ayla also likely gives up towards the end and sacrifices herself after begging Tallys to use the money to help out whatever Ayla was playing the game for. Tallys is left guilt-ridden but the sole winner of the money! After using it to take care of the loved ones of everyone who played the game with her, and to solve whatever problem caused her to join the game in the first place, she then uses her new status as the ultra-wealthy to seek REVENGE

Thanks for the fun question!

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