#aseir

[lumikeii]

Commission for a good bean!!!

#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT HAVE A TUMBLR ASEIR #or is it just a different handle #anyway #commissions

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Ok, hear me out:

Kratos, after the events of the Valhalla DLC, is sleeping peacefully in his home, until someone knocks on his door.

"I didn't know who else to go to." says Thor.

Thor, who had ascended to a higher existence after being killed by his father, rejected that existence and decided to live another live. He wanted to be better for his family, but he didn't want to return to them the way he was. He wanted to change first. So he went to the one person who knew how.

Kratos tells Thor about his past and he realizes that if Kratos can change then so can he.

"You kid is lucky." Thor says. "I hope mine can be as lucky as yours one day."

Kratos decides to take him to Valhalla as a start. An opportunity provided to Thor by Odin's betrayal.

Kratos goes to Lunda in the realm between realms and gets a mace and shield for Thor like the ones Modi had. On his way out of the house, Ratatoskr asks Kratos for a favor and says he'll reward him with materials. Kratos asks for another reward instead. For bitter squirrel to be Thor's partner in Valhalla. Kratos believed the similarities between them would make Thor feel at ease.

Kratos, Mimir and Thor, with much conversation between the three on the boat, go to the same shore and after much trouble, convince Freya to help them and not tell anyone. Especially Sif and Thrud.

"Well, at least with Odin gone, there's no one for him to serve. We could make good use of-" Freya says

"No." Kratos cuts her off. "He is Odin's monster no longer, and he will not be ours. To help us or not is your choice."

Freya sighs "I'm only doing it for you, you know."

"Thank you, Freya."

"Of course."

Thor, with bitter as a partner, tackles Valhalla.

Many obstacles stand in his way: The fact that he simply isn't a disciplined warrior, but a fat dude swinging a hammer, and the new weapons are something he isn't used to. The years of trauma inflicted on him by Odin. The death of his mother which he blames himself for. His refusal to embrace the Johtunar part of himself. His refusal to think and feel.

He tries and fails for many months. He lives with Kratos and Mimir and they get to know eachother better. He has Kratos train him, and eventually, with the help of Kratos, Mimir, Tyr, Freya and surprisingly bitter who turned out to be a better companion for Thor than Kratos could ever for, Thor manages to come to terms with his past, and finally battles Tyr and wins.

However, as soon as he peeks at what's behind the door, he quits. He decides that he doesn't wanna try anymore. Everyone else is wondering why, but Kratos knows why. He knows what's behind that door, or rather who.

Modi.

Killing his son. Thor could could never come to terms with that. It took Kratos over a hundred years to heal from that.

He goes to the spot where Modi died to remember his son. He looks above, and he is caught by the last thing he wished to be caught by.

Jormungandur.

He battles it, but due to not having his hammer, and the poison being his weakness, he loses and is knocked unconscious.

He wakes up a bed, wrapped in bandages. It wasn't Kratos's home, or any he'd ever known. The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed greets him. He has red hair darker than his and doesn't look older than three winters. His mother, a dwarf woman, tends to Thor and tells him that her husband saved him and to rest while her husband hunts for food. He tries to decline and just leave, but he can barely walk two steps.

Thor complies, and stays in bed.

He finds out that he is in a magical forest. Those unwanted and shunned by their own people come here to escape. Some dwarves, some giants, some Aseir, Vanir and many others, and that the forest is hidden by her husband's magic, and that he insisted on bringing him here.

Bedridden Thor occasionally talks to the boy and bonds with him. He finds out that the boy has giant blood in him, and works out that his father is a giant or at least has giant blood. No wonder his father never wanted to meet him.

The GiantSlayer he was would strike fear in any giant. He was nowhere near being better. His progress didn't matter to these people. but then why did he save him? That didn't matter as well. As soon as he gets better, he's leaving. It's better this way.

One day, he woke up at sunrise and found that no one was home. He found that he could walk and decided to just leave. He made his way through the forest, but it was a labyrinth. He found himself lost. It must be the father's magic. The excited laughter of the boy playing with his father and mother echoed through the forest. He wanted to thank them and say goodbye to the boy. He followed their voices. The boy was playing hide and seek with his father. It sounded like the boy was the seeker and his father was winning.

The father's voice was familiar. His heart grew heavy as he got closer to the source of the voice.

"It can't be." He whispered to himself.

He reached them, and the sight of the father struck him like a thousand lightning bolts.

Modi.

-Think I should continue this fic?

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[inactive02]

Lowkey I might write a 10 chapter x reader with heimdall, and y/n being a aseir black smith

#heimdall #gow ragnarok #heimdall x reader #heimdall god of war #gow heimdall

[nexysworld]

Music to my Ears V2

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Original Summary:  Heimdall finds you in Vanaheim, as the Scion of the Aseir it’s his job to punish traitors, but he has some other ideas besides fighting you  🖤 Pairing: Heimdall/Fem!Reader 🖤 Warnings:  Smut, Female Reader, NSFW

The original was inspired by this audio I made with Heimdall's voice and AI. This is a secondary version of the original story as I was asked to do an alternate version where Heimdall change’s sides since he’s in love with the reader.

“Ah I should have expected to run into you here too.  Sizzles wasn’t looking too hot the last time I saw him, don’t worry though Sunshine, because I’ll set you ablaze myself.”

Heimdall laughed as you backed away from him. You felt like an animal that had been caged in, the only way out of your current predicament was to either disappear into the ground, or somehow get past Heimdall yourself. Neither option was a good one. You continued to back up until you were stopped by the vine covered rock wall. You gulped as you watched him hop off of Gulltoppr and begin towards you on foot. ‘Fuck where’s Kratos, Atreus…Freya?’ You desperately thought to yourself. “Oh Sunshine, they aren’t coming to your rescue, you know that right? Even if they tried, you can’t really think anyone would be able to stop me from getting to you, do you?”

You hated that he could see your thoughts right now. The fear. The panic. The despair. You almost couldn’t believe this is the same man who you gifted your trust, who you allowed to bed you in Asgard. All of that was thrown away now, whatever you were before…it meant nothing now that you were standing on opposite ends of the battlefield. This isn’t what you wanted though, and you knew that. He knew that. It changed nothing. The moment he sensed even the slightest betrayal on you, the two of you were done. “Why so quiet? Your last few moments of life and really you have nothing to say? I am profoundly unimpressed. I truly expected more out of you.” He shrugged as he continued his stroll towards you. You looked up and down, side to side, trying to find anything that would save you. You were so focused on your escape attempt you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten until you felt his hand on your chin, turning you to look up at him. You were met with purple glowing eyes and a sneer. “Are you being shy now? You weren’t shy the other day when you were. . . mewling for me. This is really no fun Sunshine. If you’re going to be a traitor, at least have the guts to back it up.” ‘Heimdall please.’ You said in your head as you trembled under his touch. He searched your face for a moment, scanning you up and down. “Now that I think about it, perhaps I should bend you over right here and see what other noises I can get you to make for me.” Your face went absolutely red at the comment, you weren’t completely sure if it was from fear, shame, or arousal…you settled on all three. “Actually, I am sure that’s what I am going to do.” Heimdall leaned forward and licked your earlobe before whispering to you. “Be a good girl for me.”

“H-Heimdall..” You trembled when you said his name. “C’mon it doesn’t need to be like this…you know I never wanted to betray you, I still don’t.” You desperately brought a memory to the forefront of your mind.

The All Father had for the first time in a long time been upset with Heimdall. Odin had compared him to Thor and Baldur, calling him useless in a fit of anger. You had never seen the golden God so defeated looking before.

“Heimdall…I just don’t think you give yourself enough credit.” The man scoffed at you. “I think I give myself plenty of credit. I am the Scion of the Aseir, the Watchmen of the Gods, I hold Gjallhorn and will Herald in -” You had cut him off with a small fit of laughter. “That’s exactly what I mean, Heimdall. You’re more than just those titles. You’re an actual living breathing person ya know? Think about it, what happens after Ragnarok, when there’s nothing left to Herald in and there are no more enemies?” You’d never forget the look on his face when you said that. You had spent the rest of the night talking to him, doing your best to comfort him in a way that wouldn’t offend him or make him think you pity him. Somehow your talk had led to kissing, and from kissing to more. You could see Heimdall’s face change slightly for a moment as he saw the memory in your mind. You couldn’t discern the emotion he had on display. “It matters not.” He said. “I saw the betrayal in your mind when you spoke to the Jotunn brat. Bringing up memories to try and manipulate me won’t work.” “Heimdall… for once look past your initial perception, please. You’re right I DON’T bow to Odin, I never will. But you…I would never betray you.” “A betrayal of Odin is a betrayal to me.” “Does it have to be? You protect Asgard, the realm you love so much right? If we can defeat Odin, maybe Asgard doesn’t need to be destroyed during Ragnarok.” You thought of something else, the future you envisioned with him. A shared bed in Himinbjorg, lazily riding Gulltoppr together in the sunset over the fields of Asgard, making love in an open field under the stars.

You watched his brows knit in a look of muddled emotions. “Manipulative little….” he stopped. He had you caged against the wall, putting both of his hands on either side of your face, his eyes closing. Every time he looked into yours, he saw more things that brought about pain for him. It would’ve been easier if you just assumed the role of the traitor. When he opened his eyes again, he met yours directly, he was frozen in place. He saw himself in your mind. The way you saw him, the way you felt about him. The hues of your love were warm reds and oranges, like waves in a sunset that crashed over him. For his whole life he had only felt he was any value to Odin. He would compete against his brothers knowing it was never love he would receive in return. Praise? Sure. Adoration? Maybe a little. Love? Never. “Heimdall..” You said his name almost in a whisper, putting your hand on his cheeks and rubbing them soothingly. He seemed to snap back to reality as he looked down at you. “Sunshine…” He leaned forward and captured your lips with his own, softly. “You really think you can defeat the All Father? Don’t answer that, you really do.” “Well… to be fair Heimdall, if you’re with us who does Odin really have left? We both know Thor’s heart was stained against him the moment his sons died.” Heimdall considered your words for a moment. He thought back to the beautiful visions you crafted in your sweet head for him to see. Maybe those were a future worth fighting for. “Fine.” He said crashing his lips into yours again, pulling you into a tight hug. “Fine, Sunshine. But only for the chance to see those cute tits in an Asgardian field.” His words made you blush, and you didn’t expect anything less from Heimdall, romantic flattery was never truly his style. “First though….. I still wanna see what pretty little sounds I can get out of you.” You gawked at him. ‘He can’t be serious, right here? What if someone walks by.’ You thought to yourself. “Let them watch then.” He said with a shrug. “Then they will know that you’re mine.” He pressed you back against the wall kissing your mouth before he placed a trail of kisses down to your jaw and neck, nipping every few spots. The kisses were sweet and had your heart fluttering, until he sucked hard on your collar bone, getting you to yelp. You knew a purple mark was forming there already. Heimdall seemed pleased with that noise as he slid his fingers up over your dress, undoing the string keeping it to you and allowing it to slide off. The cool air of Vanaheim caused you to shudder a little. “Don’t worry, if you’re a good girl for me I’ll make sure you’re nice and warm by the time we’re done.” He continued with his mouth, crouching a little so he could suck one of your hardening nipples. Another delicious mixture of a yelp and a moan. He worked your other nipple with his hand as his mouth continue down your stomach, placing hickies, kisses, and love bites as he went. “You’re gorgeous, you know that Sunshine?” He didn’t give you much chance to respond as he began kissing the inside of your thighs. He loved the way your legs trembled under him. “Sensitive, sensitive.” He teased, kissing everywhere but the one spot that you wanted. He could already see how wet you were and he chuckled. “All for me? I’m honored.” You were almost panting by the time he lifted you up by your waist, he held you high enough against the wall that he could stand and be face to face with your little wet pussy. You loved how strong he was, the way he seemed to be able to hold you like a feather. He leaned forward and lapped at your pussy slowly, dragging his tongue from your sopping hole to your clit with a couple of lazy licks. The feeling had you reeling already. “Heimdall…” You moaned out his name. He smiled against your wetness, he knew what he did to you, and he loved it. He then dove in, devouring your pussy like it was his last meal, lapping from hole to clit before sucking on the little pleasure bead. If he didn’t have a good grip on your legs you would have clamped them around his head, a mortal man’s may have popped like a watermelon. “That’s my girl, making all those pretty noises for me. That’s what I wanna hear.” He kisses your clit before teasing and sucking on it more and more. You feel wound up, the nice tense ball of heat in your lower region felt like it was about to burst. You covered your mouth with your hands, worried that if you screamed too loud it would draw the attention of others. When he saw that you did this he stopped completely, you let out a disappointed whine as he set you down. “What did I say? I wanted to hear all the pretty noises my Sunshine has to make, so there will be none of that.” He says motioning to your hands. He slipped off his belt and tightened around your wrists, not enough to hurt, just tight enough that he was able to hook your hands on a branch that was sticking through the stone wall, immobilizing you. “Much better!” He said lifting your heat up to his face again. Your cheeks were burning red, you wanted to protest but hadn’t the time when he resumed his attack on you, lapping at your clit. He used his left hand to hold your hip, legs tossed over his shoulders for support. He used his right hand to slide two of his fingers into your core, matching the speed with what his tongue was doing to you. You screamed. The ball of heat in your stomach finally burst and you came screaming, your juices dripping down his mouth and chin. He set you down gently and you were grateful for the branch now, as you wouldn’t be able to stand on your own with how your legs shook with aftershocks of your orgasm. You watched as he removed his bracers, tunic, and the undershoot. You admired his lean muscle in the moonlight, lit only by the few fire torches set around the area. You could see his erection was straining against his dark pants, and you unconsciously licked your lips thinking about it, which did not go unnoticed by him. He undid his pants just enough to let his throbbing cock spring free, precum already leaking out of the tip. “That look on your face sweetheart, is this what you’re wanting?” He asked gesturing down to his cock.

You nodded dumbly, your eyes already hazed over with the lust from your first orgasm. By this point you didn’t care who heard, all you could think about was Heimdall. His taste, his smell, the idea of having him stuff you completely. He could read what you wanted easily. “Say it. Say it outloud Sunshine, what do you want.” “Please Heimdall…I want to feel you inside of me.”

Heimdall smiled, lifting your legs up again to align himself at your hole. He pushed in slowly as and groaned at the nice friction against himself until he bottomed out inside of you. He stood there unmoving, besides the thumb he decided to rub against your cheek. “You’re so gorgeous like this you know.” His hand on your hip prevented you from moving and squirming for any kind of friction. He was just enjoying being so close to you…and of course the feelings of frustration floating through your pretty head. “What’s wrong? Is this not enough for you?” He chuckled. “All you said was that you wanted to feel me inside of you, and inside of you I am.” He teased but leaned forward to suck on your bottom lip when he saw the pout that formed. “If you want something, you have to ask for it.” “Please Heimdall….just…please fuck me…wanna feel you move…” You whined trying to squirm in his grasp. He leaned forward giving you one last kiss. “As you wish Sunshine.” He said pulling out to the tip before slamming back in. The noise you made was euphoric for him, only second to the way your walls clamped around him. He pulled out again and began to thrust into your heat at a steady pace, pleasurable for you both. He drank in the little mewls and whimpers he was able to pull from your mouth. “Such a good girl, taking all of me, making beautiful music for me too.” When he felt he was close, he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit in time with his thrusting. “That’s in, cum for me one more time.” He cooed picking up the pace, again you felt yourself spasm and cry out for your second more intense orgasm. Heimdall’s thrusts were more erratic as he was close, finishing inside you with hot ropes of his cum. He took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of you and undoing the belt keeping your hands up. He made sure your were steady on your feet and helped you back into your clothing as he redressed himself as well. There was a brief silence between you, but not uncomfortable. He heard the thought in your head and turned to face you. “Y/N….I love you too,” he replied before leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was different, not lustfull, but deep and passionate, your heart nearly cried when you heard him say the words back to you. He helped lift you onto Gulltoppr’s saddle so you could sit behind him. “If you really think you can convince that group of idiots to let me help…then I suppose we should be off.” “They’re not idiots, Heimdall.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” He said pulling the reins so the large beast began to move. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his back. This was never the outcome you had expected, but you were fluttering inside with joy at just knowing there was a chance for you two. “I love you.” You whispered out loud into his back. He gave a dramatic sigh. “I love you too.” He said again.

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[charalysis]

Do you think Baldur would have gotten along with Freyr if he knew he had a uncle??? I feel like despite Freyr's hatred for the Aseir and feelings of betrayal for Freya's marriage, he would still immediately accept Baldur as family because he isn't heartless. Freyr doesn't view family as tools like Odin and he isn't overbearing as Freya. So Baldur would appreciate his laid back personality.

Also I believe Freyr would immediately understand Baldur's frustration with Freya. Especially given he had a falling out with his sister as well. So they'd probably bond over that. However Freyr would definitely be considered with how violent and angry Baldur is. So maybe he'll try helping him cope??? I can see Freyr just asking Baldur if he wants to go a break stuff. Like throwing rocks at bottles and then try to talk to him while doing that. Honestly he's be very healthy for Baldur if they had a chance to know each other's existence.

Anyway I think Odin forbids Baldur from going to Vanaheim and even secretly placed a spell where he physically can't step in the realm. Why?? Well Odin doesn't want to lose his best tracker. So he lies to him about Vanaheim whenever he asks about it. Tells him there's nothing interesting there. Never informs him about his family there. Makes sures Heimdall doesn't mention anything about traveling to Vanaheim around him. Odin does everything in his power to isolate Baldur from his heritage because he knows how much his son would enjoy it there. It's wild and messy like Baldur and naturally would be perfect for him. He would most likely be happier there but he'd be more difficult to control. Just like his mother.

Oh I absolutely think Baldur and Freyr would have gotten along, but I also believe that Baldur wouldn't have become who he did. I think his feelings of anger and hate would have been mitigated had he had SOMEONE fighting for his autonomy. Because Freyr would have argued for days with his sister over the spell. He'd have argued on Baldur's behalf and tried to stop Freya from placing the spell on Baldur.

Freyr is nothing if not a fighter for freedom and given his own carefree nature, he'd have quickly seen the potential harm and proverbial chains the curse would have put on Baldur.

And if the spell was done anyway, I think Freyr would have stuck by Baldur's side and aided him however he could. But that would also likely have strained his bond with Freya further, because to Freyr (based on his assumption Freya abandoned Vanaheim and him for herself) would assume, tbh rightfully in this instance, that Freya was being incredibly selfish and cruel. With Freyr's support, it's possible that either Baldur would be a bit more resistant to Odin... Or a far more dangerous threat given a clearer head and stronger focus on a goal.

As for Odin hiding Vanaheim from Baldur...

On the one hand, I could see Odin persuading Baldur to not go or that it was impossible to go.

But on the other hand, I could also see Baldur rejecting the idea of going himself as an extension of rejecting Freya as a mother.

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[daddykomeada]

Kiss of Death Chapter 1

Heimdall was sitting on the wall, looking off into the Asgard air. There was nothing actually going on, but the wall was the only place he could relax without hearing the fighting and whispers in the Great Lodge. However, his peace was short-lived when he remembered the meeting the All-father had planned, not that he was complaining. He had spent his entire life working hard to show his devotion, to the All-father. There was nothing the All-father could ask for that he wouldn't do. His status, Himinbjörg, money. Were all great gifts he had earned, The All-father had given him everything he could have ever wanted. So why wouldn't he lay down his life for him?

As he made his way to the study, he could hear people talking. which wasn't anything new, that was his gift after all. The power of foresight, along with other abilities came from having Aesir blood. He recognized the All-father voice, but there was another person there, someone new. The high-pitched female voice, light breathing, and a very strong rose scent. Heimdall continued walking up several flights of stairs, before entering the study where the All-father was talking to a random girl.

"Looks like you made it on time, as usual. Snowy, this is Heimdall he's my mind reader. he reads people for me before they stay here in Asgard"

The All-father spoke.

Heimdall gave the All-father a slight bow in respect before moving to his left side, to see the random girl more clearly. His purple eyes, staring into her white ones ran a chill down his spine. He had never seen anything like that before. He was not strange for colored eyes, but white? Heimdall could tell she wasn't blind, however, she had no pupils in her eyes. Also, her energy was alluring, no man could ever deny that she wasn't beautiful but there was something dark. Dangerous, something that could pull him in and curse him if he wasn't careful, She had no evil intentions. Heimdall still did not trust her.

"Heimdall is it. I've heard a lot about you throughout the realms. God of foresight right? My name is Snowy and I am the Goddess of sirens and the succubus. It's truly an honor to be in your presence"

Snowy let out a small smile looking up at him.

A succubus. Heimdall thought they were just spooky fairly tail stories for the children in school. Snowy matched the image that was given for succubus. That was another reason he shouldn't trust her he didnt need another woman trying to get into his pants.

"Well, do you care to explain why were all here All-father?"

"yes, of course, Snowy here has been here before Agsard was even created. She was the first girl who ever stepped foot on our land. we made a deal she could always have a place here and also work with the sea to give us fresh food and water. however, she needs someone to make a deal with as a partner, so you Heimdall my right-hand man will be making the deal"

Heimdall was shocked. He didn't know how to feel about being sold off like some whore on the street. There was no way he would make a deal with a succubus, so she could try to suck his life away. Heimdall looked back at Snowy who still had that sweet smile on her face, But he could see the evil in her eyes while she looked at him like some meal made him nervous.

why the hell was he Heimdall a God. The Watchman of the Aseir, nervous over some blood thirst brat. He cleared his throat before responding.

"very well, if that is what I need to do for you All-father we shall get this deal done."

"That's great I knew you would be easy now"

Odin pulled out a book before flipping through some of the pages before stopping on one page that showed how the deal would go.

"Alright, Snowy will have to cut her hand while you hold it and ask to make a deal. I can't be in the room when this happens, so I'll wait outside."

Heimdall couldn't believe this was happening. He would never say it out loud, but a part of him was scared. That was a foolish thought he pushed back, he had the All-Father protection. No other God or mortal could come close to his power, so he shouldn't he wouldn't let some child see him acting like a helpless mortal.

He watched Snowy cut her hand disgusted with the blood, they joined hands. He watched as her eyes glowed, the air around them getting heavy as the books and papers started to spiral around them.

Snowy started speaking.

"From this moment own I owe you. Body and soul for the deal you make with me is permanent, we have 2 bodies but share once mine from this day forward you are mine"

Suddenly they started floating Heimdall groaned in pain, his hand had been cut the same way Snowy hand cut hers. His thoughts were bouncing and his head felt like it was ripping.

Heimdall could feel his powers somehow getting stronger. Which he did not understand, at least to him it wasn't possible.

"You're powerful but you have a clear weakness, you're able to see a person's next moves and intent by locking eyes.  Being able to read another person's mind and thoughts. That's how your power works right? But this precognitive capacity is based on the extent of the observed party also being consciously aware of the moves they are about to make, diminishing your ability to anticipate them if they were lets say randomly executed and not necessarily planned, meaning that you cannot read target instinct and follow through erratic and unpredictable attacks. Therefore, you can be hit through pure chance"

Heimdall could hear her words but he could not respond his head pounding. How dare a lowly brat try to tell him a God that's been around longer and was much smarter say anything about his powers there was more than that.

His body fell hitting the ground with a bang.

He would drag her body through all the nine realms once he was awake. He would show Snowy why his highly respected.

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[xxashes-rebornxx]

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For many things were really starting to look up - many being the keyword in the sense that it meant not all, however. But why? After all; the big bad Space Raisin and his Flying Donut were in the fight for their lives against a god damn vacuum cleaner, billions had been returned to their families and friends thanks to Stark Industries' one and only CEO, and while there was substantial damage as a result of a literal Alien Invasion, Cleanup and Construction companies were working around the clock and making good money as a bonus - so what was their to be unhappy about?

Quite a bit; granted you look through the correct pair of eyes.

For Freya - Tønsberg's New Asgard's humble librarian - things couldn't possibly be more hectic. With the influx of Aesir to the population, so too came an influx of tomes and knowledge belonging to an alien civilization that had come incredibly close to extinction.

The problem, however; was that Aseir could not give one singular putrid shit about tomes and knowledge, nor the admittedly tiny and overworked librarian they just so happened to thrust said knowledge onto while they went off to train or rebuild the great empire that had previously been thought destroyed, leaving Freya behind with nothing but a mountain of books to sort and nobody to keep her company.. at least, that's how it seemed.

As of the current moment; the rather puny redhead was rushing back and forth, trying to find the proper place to sort the stack of literature in her arms that was almost half her height and just as heavy - a task made even more difficult given the subject matter. Upon her first skim of one of these books she'd spotted terms like 'Magic' and 'Alchemy' so had thought to put them in either the fiction or historical sections, only to find complicated calculations upon a secondary glance through that had her rushing for the chemistry section, at which point she collided with something - or someone - that was decidedly not a bookshelf, resulting in a series of books falling to floor along with Freya.

"I-I'm so sorry! That was my fault!" The librarian stammered out as she began the difficult process of picking up the books she'd dropped whilst doing her best to keep her frustrated tears at bay.

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@conjurerandking

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[divomria]

I am excited to read your Heimdall /kratos fanfiction.

Thank you! 🤎

I wish I had more time and energy but Deutsch lessons are taking all of it.... The sad part is that I don't even need this language because after the war is over I will comeback home.

The Prologue is halfway there though :D

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Heimdall woke up from a dream he no longer remembered, though its echoes still remained in one's mind, like a thick fog.

A particularly loud crack from the fireplace caused him to blink and take a sharp breath. As the remnants of sleep began to fade away, Heimdall grimaced at the disgusting sensation of a fabric sticking to his skin and the bed he's laying on. For some reason the Aseir was drenched from head to toe. And most importantly — he was not home.

Heimdall swallowed the lump in his throat. The place he found himself in felt abandoned and lived-in at the same time. Without a second thought, the God of Foresight used his gift to see that he was apparently in...Midgard?

#god of war ragnarok #gow #heimdall #kratos x heimdall #kradall #also i am a slow writer #and i wanna be happy with the end result

[coffeewithacold]

Ninth session! We saved Ismark, but…

DM gave us a bard in Vallaki and we almost forgot about Ismark. We saved him, of course, but the very fact of how easily we were distracted by the first handsome guy we met--

Ireena looked a little worried, and, well, later she said that it was Aseir and he was one of the previous adventurers in Barovia, but we as players were like: Darcy, horny rogue: Oh my. Nytha, romantic rogue: yeah....... Vaeran, confused sorcerer: girls, he's kinda suspicious, you know Darcy: Even if he's a bastard, I don't mind fucking such a bastard Nytha: I don't mind if such a bastard fucks me

#dnd

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Modi is smarter than we think

Modi seemed like a idiot because he was trying to be like his father in every way.

But when I looked back at the scene where he attacks Atreus and Kratos I realised he was smarter than I gave him credit for.

Baldur, the Aseir's best tracker, had difficulty finding Kratos and Atreus when they were in their own home, and then never found them for most of the game and had to bring them out by attacking Jormungandur.

Kratos and Atreus only accidentally run into Magni and Modi while trying to get the chisel.

But after Magni's death, and without Baldur's help, Modi just..... found them, and deep in a dungeon inaccessible to most no less.

He might be a better tracker than Baldur.

#god of war #god of war Ragnarok #Gow #gow Ragnarok #gowr #Thor #Thor odinson #Thor god of war #god of war Thor #Modi #Modi Thorson #magni #magni thorson #magni and modi #Kratos #Atreus #god of war kratos

[asgeir-flaps-about]

Uhm? Hi I'm aseir, it's nice to meet you all? I'm really not sure what happened..but now I'm here ...in paldea...honestly it took a bit to work up the guts to post here, uhm some one named Dora took me in, which was a big shock considering she's a giant nincada ...Any way I look forward to talking to you all

#rotumblr #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblr

[nexysworld]

NSFW Alphabet 🖤 GOW Heimdall (N-Z) 🖤

Read on AO3 🖤 Requests are Open 🖤 Read P1 Here

Summary: P2 of the NSFW Alphabet prompt for Heimdall. 

🖤 Tags: NSFW content below

N = No I don’t see Heimdall being into sharing. He’s like a toddler with a toy. You’re his, you don’t need anyone else’s help in the bedroom, and he certainly wouldn’t want to see anyone else’s thoughts about you. 

O = Oral I think he’d be skilled at giving, but I think he’d make you beg and earn it, otherwise you’re stuck with other methods of him getting you off. But when you are good and he gives you that treat…oh boy…. Him being him, I think his preference is definitely to receive. To lean back and watch as you struggle to pleasure him while he doesn’t have to do any work? What could be better? 

P = PaceDepends solely on his mood. If it’s a romantic session then he’d go with a decent pace, one that you’ll both enjoy. Bad mood? Expect a pounding. Wants to tease you? Painfully slow until you’re begging him for more stimulation.

Q = Quickies I don’t think he likes them too much, especially when you have Odin’s ravens skulking about most places. He also likes to take his time, but I could absolutely see him being convinced if he has some steam to blow, or you do. 

R = Risk Is anything really a risk to him? Except maybe you accidentally getting knocked up. I do think he’d experiment though, not with anything specific, but if a thought popped into his head he wouldn’t be ashamed for wanting to try it. 

S = Stamina I think since he’s a God he could go for quite a while compared to a mortal man. Not only does he last longer, but I see him being able to get it up again at least a few times until he’s really done.  

T = Toys Toys? Not necessarily dildos and things of that nature. I see him using accessories like collars, bindings, maybe something to spank you with, those kinds of items if he’s feeling in the mood.

U = Unfair  Heimdall is both the ultimate brat and brat tamer. I swear teasing is probably his favorite part. I don’t think he would see it as unfair, I mean you get to sleep with a God, the Scion of the Aseir, Herald of Ragnarok, you should be grateful for anything he gives you. He’ll also gladly remind you of this as well. 

V = Volume I definitely picture him with little grunts and moans. But ultimately I just don’t think he could shut up. Dirty talk, teasing, praises, etc. are what you’re most likely to hear the whole time. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I think the thought of breeding would turn him on. He doesn’t necessarily want kids or the responsibilities of dealing with them, but there are times where he would picture you with swollen tits and belly. The thought of everyone knowing that’s his child inside of you does it for him. In addition, I think sometimes he has thoughts that if he were to have kids, Odin would prefer them to his niece and nephews which gives him a little pride. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) I think Heimdall is fit, but the lean muscular type. I think you’d yank off his tunic and be surprised at his abs and well sculpted form. He takes pride in his body and would never let it get less than what he considered perfect.

Y = Yearning I think that he can go a while in between sessions, but once he’s going you’re in for a long night. Ultimately like most things with Heimdall I think it completely depends on his mood. Z = Zzz I picture him letting you fall asleep first while he plays with your hair. He likes to watch your dreams as they flitter past your unconsciousness, like his own version of leaving the TV on while he falls asleep himself. It’s hard for him to shut out all the noise in his head, so it would definitely take a while.

#heimdall x reader #heimdall #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #god of war ragnarok #reader insert

[kiame-sama]

Could you make more yandere heimdall x reader oneshots? Or maybe make it a series? I really like how you wrote it because reading yandere fics where they're abusive to the reader/ what not kinda gets old and your fic was refreshing to read. 10/10 best yandere fic I've ever read.

Yoke of the Gods- (Yandere!Heimdall x Reader) pt 2.

(Let's be real, flattery like this will get you damn near everywhere with me)

Warnings; Heimdal is a jackass as per usual, Reader is technically under a spell, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, god of war ragnarok spoilers, manipulative behavior, adult themes, dub-con touching, objectification

Inspiration part .5; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/704495622290571264/heimdall-obsessing-over-a-darling-with-some-kind?source=share

(NSFW warning) Part 1; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/706987664714432512/yoke-of-the-gods-yandereheimdall-x-reader-in?source=share

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"Do you know how much others look at you, how Thor looks at you? Their intent is to take you from me, but I won't let that happen. You are Mine. Only mine..."

Another evening of Heimdal recasting the binding spell keeps him awake. Where he had once needed to recast the incantation every night, he only had to do it every once in a while as his beloved lay sleeping peacefully in his arms. The only one that could hurt him adoring and worshiping him was certainly good for his ego.

Even if he didn't need to reaffirm the spell he would lay awake and talk softly into your ear, arms wrapped around you to keep you with him. Something about the way you showed no intent that he could detect that made him press so close to you at night. As if holding you reassured him that you were still there, you were still his dearest and there was nothing anyone could do to keep him away from you.

He knew he needed to have you swollen with his child and The All-Father will have another loyal warrior. The things his child will do will only make him shine even more in the eyes of The All-Father. Your body was certainly accepting of his advances even as his hands hold you tighter.

Heimdall gently kissed the forming ink on the back of your shoulder as he checked on the spells progress. Though it was a long and twisted spell, it was known to be unbreakable once formed. Soul-binding some may say is extreme, but Heimdall knew an opportunity when he saw one and he was going to grab it with both hands.

He had felt what was once indignation at you touching him, the warmth of your body, the soft crooning of your voice even as you threatened him, but it melted away to adoration. The feeling of that connection with another being though your touch rendered him weak kneed and speechless.

He needed that power for himself and he needed you to come along. To him you were just part of the perks for being The All-Father's favorite. The tattoo symbolizing the spell etched permanently into your skin.

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"I know you didn't want this, but we know how this ends... See you soon"

As soon as Freya was done murmuring the words to Kratos, she departed, leaving the Aseir god to chuckle.

"Oh, we both know that's not true. But don't worry, Frigg! I'll be coming for your and your brother as soon as I am finished here."

Despite the fact that Kratos no longer craved the blood of Gods, his rage played with the idea of just outright killing the man. Mimir- the ever loyal amd helpful companion- called up to Kratos with a barely calm voice. The fate of Kratos' daughter was still uncertain and it is difficult to question a dead god.

"Steady, Brother."

Heimdall laughed at this, holding up his hand as if to cover the fact that he was laughing. The purple eyes seemed to shine and glimmer in a way that looked crazed as he swept his hand around himself as if being a showman.

"It truly is nice to meet you, Ghost of Sparta. After all, it wasn't long ago that I was wondering if I would ever meet my Beloved's father."

"What have you done to her?"

"Nothing that she wasn't enjoying."

Mimir spoke up suddenly, always prone to talking whenever the casual banter lulled. His voice was a mix of rage and fear, trying to look at the Aseir to demand answers from the bastard.

"You had better not have put your filthy hands on her you-"

"I don't consort with traitors, head, and I found a very loyal woman who was being held back by her father. She needed to be set free into my arms, because I am the only one who can keep her safe now."

"Slit his throat, Kratos, I want to see the bastard suffer."

"Ah-ah-ah~ you wouldn't want to take away her one and only love, would you? The second she stepped on Asgard was the second she unlocked her true purpose with me! You don't want to make her hate you, do you? She is so truly... Loyal."

He chuckled, even risking getting within direct range of the Spartan due to his confidence in the battlefield.

"Now, whatcha got?"

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The spear sunk deeply into Heimdall's arm, pinning the man to the stone where he found himself trapped.

"Wait... What is going on in that empty head? Oh no no no no no... You are going to spare Me out of pity?"

The spear still imbedded in his arm kept him stuck to the wall and prevented his movement. As Kratos approached, a sudden shape rushed between the two, defending the Aseir man.

"Release him!"

The voice that pleaded with the Spartan was a familiar one that gave the man hesitation. Laying her head almost pathetically against the chest of the blond, she ensured to keep her father as far away as she could. Her eyes were pleading and begging, wanting the man to be released even if it meant putting herself in harms way.

"Let him go!"

Heimdall was stunned as he had been under the impression that you were not able to leave Asgard without him. Apparently you found a way out of your shared home and straight to Heimdall before Kratos had the chance to kill the arrogant man.

"Brother, she must be under a spell to make her loyal to him-"

"Let my husband go, damn it!"

"Husband? Lass, what in the nine realms are you on about?"

"Lay one more hand on my husband and I will end you."

The hateful hiss that came from you made surprise and shock run through both Mimir and Kratos as you ensured to remain close to Heimdall. Clearly his choice of taking you as his beloved was having more and more benefits even he did not foresee. Judging from the concern in Kratos' eyes and the clear hesitation the man showed, you gave Heimdall a certain level of protection from the infamous god-killing god.

"(Y/n), lass... That is not the kind of man you want to stand by. Aye, he isn't as bad as Thor in many regards-"

"Speak ill of my husband again and I will destroy every shred of you, head."

It was clear none of what Mimir was saying really registered to you and you were deep under whatever kind of spell had been put on you. The hostility that you showed towards the two of them was far out of character for you. They both realized that there was no way to convince you otherwise and their only choice was to play into your delusion.

Kratos was careful to not explode his spear as you could be easily injured by being too close, instead he chose to knock both you and Heimdall unconscious. He set to cradling you in one arm and slinging Heimdall over his shoulder so he could transport the both of you. Though he didn't want to bring Heimdall as well, he knew you would respond poorly to waking without the arrogant Aesir god nearby.

"Brother, I fear this may be too complex of a spell to be removed easily. I vote we take both with us. Perhaps Freya can help cure her."

"And if she cannot be cured?"

"We will get to that when we can. For now, we are to complete our mission here and take them back."

With a soft grunt of acknowledgement, Kratos begrudgingly carried both his dear daughter and the nuisance who enchanted her.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere heimdall #yandere gow ragnarok

[sweetkiiwiie]

dnd campaign characters

i spelled aseirs name wrong oh well. this is aseir, robynn, sheaya(my charatcer ;3), and drudge i luv them theyre such a funky group aseir dont look all holy anymore tho cuz he changed his diety to a dude called bocephus whos a redneck flat earther antivaxx farmer

#dnd #dnd oc #dnd character #dnd character art #dnd lore #dnd campaign #art #digital art #hehe #drudge is so silly he and sheaya r besties #meowmeowmeowemowmeowmew

[rorylum]

demon olympions

not as devloped as demon aseir much closer to mythology. hades stays in hell overall pretty good guy. Main difference hades is naturally more powerful. Which is why he doesn't a cool wepon like zeus's lightning bolt and posiden's trident. Zeus and posiden are jerks and on earth. basic idea modern greek mythology where hades is the hero.

#greek myth au #hades isn't evil #jerk zeus #jerk posiden