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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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⎯ one in nine realms [mini series]

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▸pairing: heimdall x f!reader [god of war: ragnarok version]

▸summary: after atreus’ sudden disappear you decide to bring him back to home. to bring him back, you visit the asgard and so many advantures at the door. however, the most unpredictable one is to fall for odin’s right hand man, heimdall. he is something else and eventually, you find yourself wanting him to be a good boy. maybe he will listen?

▸wc: 2.3k [for the chapter]

▸warnings & tags: in general; some mature scenes, heimdall is lapdog of odin, he is arrogant and cocky, not a certain relationship with kratos such as a dad figure (for now because I couldn’t make a certain thanks to my love for kratos), travelling in realms, y/n is a goddess and she has a great power, she is an original characters as her power/s are made by me, heimdall become sub (sometimes), pet names (like sunshine, pretty boy, good boy, honey) – for the chapter; pet names/nicknames, heimdall is being an asshole, y/n is confident, touching, exposed skin, travelling, mind reading

“Where is Atreus?”

The question made the three of your visitors keep their silence. While your big smiled face was leaving its place to concern one, Mimir tried to break the silence, “He is gone, y/n. We are estimating that the boy gone to the Asgard, to meet Odin.”

It took for a second for you to reply because Kratos concern looking gazes towards the forest made you feel sad. Everyone knew how he cared for his little boy, Atreus and now, he was concerned about his safety. As you made your way to Kratos’ huge posture you tried to calm your own inner thoughts about Atreus’ safety.

“Kratos –“ You touched his shoulder, giving a light squeeze, “Don’t worry. He is a smart and strong. I know he is okay.” Even if you were worried about him, your words were true. In your past journeys with Kratos and Atreus who were the ones saved you from a dangerous dragon years ago, you witnessed how Atreus has grown as a strong and smart boy like his father. Because of the bond you have with them, you didn’t wait any longer to express your plan, knowing Odin very well thanks to your past events with All Father’s lies. “I will go and bring him back.”

Freya took a step further, “No, y/n, it is dangerous. You can’t go alone. Heimdall and Thor will be there.”

You tried to put a smile to Freya who was another person you liked most, alongside with his brother. “Thor? Oh, don’t worry about him. I will not step back to cut his face again, if this would be what he wish.”

“You fought with him?” Kratos asked curiously.

“Of course she did!” Mimir’s playful tone came from Kratos’ back, “She fought with more than half of the Asgard. I didn’t joke when I said she is a beast when we first found her, brother.”

You chuckled at Mimir’s compliments, “Thanks for genuine words my friend.”

“Ah, always young lady.”

“So,” You focused on Kratos, “Do you trust me?”

“Hmm.”

“Then, let me bring him back.”

“But –“ Yes, Kratos was fond of his son, Atreus, but he also has a bond with you. He didn’t want you to be in a risk that he put you.

To ensure him that you will be safe, you smiled, cupped his right cheek, “I will be fine. So do Atreus.”

After spending some time looking at his eyes, you made sure he was giving you approval. So, you picked up your gatherings and weapons, putting them on your back as they vanished from others’ eyes but kept remained for you, Freya spoke,

“Odin closed the gates. How will you go to there?”

You pointed the golden bird who was standing on a tree next to you, “If Odin has his own magic, so do I.”

Freya smiled, “Of course.”

The golden bird whose name was Trisc, landed on your shoulder, looking at the other three happily. “Now, Trisc,” You caressed her head, “You know where we are going.”

She nodded and began to whistle a song in a low tone. As the Midgard’s, your home’s vision become blur, Kratos said, “Be careful.”

You nodded, “Always.” And with that, your body vanished and a minute later, you were in front of the huge walls of the Asgard.

“Oh c’mon!” Your golden colored blade cut the last remaining creature’s head off, giving you a time to relief. How many creatures were there? You thought Asgard will be safer than other realms but clearly, Odin just made his own palace safe and well. Others, who stayed Asgard, behind the walls, didn’t concern him.

‘Oh, he never changes.’ You thought while climbing the last part of the wall. He always thought about himself. He even didn’t pay attention to his family. Thor, who you fought deadly, was the saddest one for you. He just wanted to be in peace but Odin wanted him to do his dirty jobs. You really had so many nights thinking about how these people believed, respected and stayed right beside Odin. Their All Father was nothing but a liar.

After reaching the top of the wall, you came up on the wall with one last force. While taking fresh breaths, you took some time to relaxing your muscles. ‘It was easy peas' but boring’ you thought to yourself as the Asgard’s peaceful side came to your scene.

There were people who were forging weapons, having little chats, going to bar, and minding their own business. Valkyries were all over the place but none of them paid attention to your figure. You wanted to laugh at how they saw themselves as higher living things than others who couldn’t even see a woman who was standing the right in front of their eyes.

You guessed they believed Heimdall, the one who saw and hear all as Mimir said, without thinking twice. You didn’t meet with Heimdall, the one who so many people afraid of, in your previous years. You just heard his name and abilities. They said how he was the protector of Asgard and lapdog of Odin, as Mimir said again. He was able to see all but he wasn’t one that could be more powerful than you. However, your curious side really wanted to see him, meet him and you knew, with this journey, you would definitely meet with him.

As you made your way to the palace, as you thought it was a palace, some gossips began to audible from right and left sides. People were trying to guess who you were. They never saw any unknown woman in here most likely because they were really surprised. You didn’t pay attention to any of them. You were here just for Atreus. So, they were none of your concern but when someone said your name, you stopped on your trail.

“It’s Y/n!” One of them said, probably a dwarfs who was prison of Odin. “Who is Y/n you dumbass?” Other asked, keeping her gazes on your body. “You are the dumbass! She is a Goddess. She is far from our realms!” Other one laughed, “A goddess? With that delicate body, she only can be a human.”

You wanted to smile at their comments but kept moving instead. You were no longer a Goddess, as you wanted to not to be. You held your power still but you denied using it. Instead of your nature power, you just used magic and became sorcery after being a God meant nothing to you. You wanted to help people but you didn’t want them to see you as an outsider like these Gods and Goddesses. You wanted to be part of them. After using magic instead of your power, you really became friend of people.

So, without giving them any hint about who you were, you just went to the palace. Standing outside, you knocked the door, gently.

After waiting for some time, you knocked it again. When you were ready to knock for the third time, you heard a deep but playful voice behind you, “Well well well. Isn’t this my lucky week? Two strangers at once!”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to look at who were keeping you from your job, reaching Odin. The moment you saw him, you just thought how beautiful his eyes looked. Maybe it was because of the color of them but he certainly had wonderful eyes that made people look them without minding any other business they had. No, you hadn’t a favorite color but purple became looking so good to your eyes.

His lips stopped with a grin-like expression, looking proud of himself but you couldn’t tell why he felt so good suddenly. Instead of questioning who he was, you just asked, “I came here to see Odin.”

He rolled his eyes, “I really don’t understand how everyone thinks it is this much easy,” raising the thumb and forefinger, showing the short gap between them, he said, “to meet with All Father.” He took a step to your body, making you feel short because of his a bit taller size. “Are they giving something that makes your minds go dummy?”

You crossed your arms over your slightly exposed breasts, analyzed him from head to toe while realizing how his armor looked expensive and clean. He must be him.

You smiled, “From the attitude, I am guessing you are Heimdall.”

He smirked, “So, you are not that dummy after all, honey.”

Being a cocky person, having expensive and clean armor, treating you like a dummy and using pet names… You couldn’t expect much from the sons of Odin, could you?

Without introducing yourself, you just said, “I am here to meet with Odin. Where is he?”

He looked taking back from your question, “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He kept walking around you, looking at your body shamelessly, “All Father is not someone who you can meet anytime you want.”

He stopped right behind you. As he bent over your right soldier to look at your eyes, you felt his fresh breaths on your exposed shoulders because of your clothes which were a strapless black and golden colored armor top that covered your breasts and a black pant that completed with furry golden boots. His purple eyes were so close, and because of being taller than you, his nose were nearly touching your cheek effortlessly, making you want to get out of there because after all, he was Kratos’ enemy.

“Why are you here hon?” He looked angry for a moment before talking playfully again, “And how you crossed all the way to here without me seeing or hearing it?”

You took a step forward, saving you from his breath taking aura, “Well, this is the question you should ask to yourself, hon, not me.”

Even if you were trying to sound calm and confident, his effects on you were insignificantly effective. How come he took your breath away like that? This had to be some trick he used on you. Definitely. Nothing more.

“Oh, no, no-“ He began to speak but stopped for a second like he wasn’t sure to say it or not. “I don’t use tricks. I do not need them sunshine.”

Again with nicknames. And how stupid of you was this? You forgot that he was able to read minds, getting their real intentions. Did he read your mind when you first meet with his beautif – dumb eyes?

“Thanks for the compliment.” He said, smiling now. Oh, how you wanted to punch him in the face now. However, you reminded yourself your main purpose, taking Atreus back.

“If you read minds, then you know why I am here.” You looked at the Asgard’s view, “Where is he?”

“The half-breed boy is doing something for the All Father with Thor.” You both surprised how he suddenly became honest and Atreus doing a job for Odin with Thor. The whole situation was blowing your mind. If Kratos could be here –

You stopped thinking about them to prevent giving any unwanted information to this lapdog of Odin. So, you thought about Odin again.

“Then, I will wait here ‘till he comes back.” You smiled at him. If he wasn’t letting you meet with Odin, you would wait for Atreus to come back, then, you would return to home. Also, even if it was filled with the living things that you hated, the Asgard was beautiful. You would enjoy to travelling around it ‘till Atreus come back.

The moment you began to walk, curiously looking at the Asgard, trying to find an interesting thing to visit, Heimdall’s taller body stood right in front of you in a heartbeat, preventing you to take a further step. He waved his hands in front of his chest, “Oh, no, no, sunshine. You can’t wait here. Actually,” He showed the walls, “You have to go.”

You looked at the walls, then him. Every time you looked at his purple shining eyes, you couldn’t help but feel – good. How he had this personality with these beautiful eyes? It was sad.

You took a deep breath, “I will not leave ‘till Atreus is back. So,” You closed the gap between your faces, making him surprised and flushed a little bit because of your sudden confident move, not expecting it. “Either get out of my way or I will make you.”

Among the silence you two held, you studied his face better thanks to the closeness. Yes, you too flushed but this wasn’t something you wanted to hide. And how wise was it to try hiding something from a God who read minds without asking for permission?

You looked at how his eyes sparkled again and again. His face was clean, looking delicate but at the same time sharp. His braided golden hair made you want to touch and feel them because of its perfect and soft looking. The color of both his eyes and hair was something admirable. If he wasn’t acting like this, you could almost call him as one of the most lovely but also handsome Gods of the nine realms. But no, he was just the cocky son of Odin.

While thinking about these things, you saw how his face changed from self-righteous to resentful. Why he found your thoughts scathing? He didn’t need anyone’s acknowledgment expect Odin. Did he?

Suddenly, he moved from you, “Uhh –“ He tried to say, make a sentence, “I –“ He looked at you one last time like he was thinking about your last question. Maybe he was thinking how you made him feel? Wait, did you made him feel something?

As if he heard your thoughts again, he turned away. “Whatever.” Was the last thing you heard from him. You tried not to smile. Oh, this was going to be fun.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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darknight3904 · 5 months

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The Dress

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Asgard 1971 A.D. (Thor 26, Loki 26, Astri 24)

"I think she'll wear green, brother," Thor said

"Why does it matter what she wears?" Loki asked dismissively

Thor smiled knowingly at his younger brother who was sipping at his wine pretending not to hide his face in his beverage.

"Oh, it does not. Not to me at least. The last time she wore green I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head." Thor teased

Thor's words continued to bounce around in Loki's head all day and into the night. He hadn't seen much of Astri today since she was sparring with Sif and then practicing some new magic technique with his mother. They hadn't had lessons together in years after she and Loki got in a fight which ended in Frigga's favorite vase breaking and Loki's ego feeling rather bruised when Astri refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't meant to antagonize her but his jealousy got the better of him and after she had been able to successfully multiply herself faster than him he had let out a string of insults which ended after he brought up her mother and father. Astri had shot him across his mother's chambers so fast that he barely had time to blink.

"Say another word, Loki and I'll toss you from the balcony next." Astri's voice was dripping in malice as her hands were still glowing their soft blue hue her magic put out.

"I'd like to see you try," Loki had quickly quipped back righting himself while Frigga demanded they cease their actions at once

Astri's hands had glowed once more and this time he went to the other side of the room and into his mother's favorite vase, a gift from his father when they married.

Loki tossed and turned now in his bed, wishing he had been at whatever lesson his mother had been teaching today. No, it wasn't because he wanted to be better at whatever was being taught. He liked seeing Astri's face light up whenever she got something right. He had seen it often when they were children when learning about the history of Asgard in their shared classes.

A quiet knock sounded, interrupting his nightly brooding. Loki removed himself from the pile of blankets and pillows he slept with nightly and pulled the door open to reveal Astri and a tall stack of books.

"I missed seeing you today so I figured I'd come to you." She explained entering his room without even asking and tossing the books onto his already overflowing desk.

"It's very late, Astri." Loki sighed trying to pretend that he was tired and not at all happy to see her.

"So? We used to sneak into Thor's room and then hang him from the ceiling by his toes around this time when we were younger." She pointed out before selecting a book and jumping onto his bed

"Yes, we did. But..." Loki trailed off eyeing her legs that were exposed by her night dress moving up as she got comfortable among his many pillows

"Why do you have so many pillows? It's kind of impractical." She said utterly missing his wandering eyes

Loki felt a lump rise in his throat as she tossed a pillow towards him to get his attention as if he wasn't always watching whenever she entered the room.

"Are you gonna put on a shirt and come over here or keep standing there?" She asked

Right. Clothes. He fumbled for the shirt he had discarded on the floor before climbing into bed hours earlier. He tried to calm his nerves before sliding under the covers next to her. One of his many pillows was squished behind her acting as back support while she began to explain the plot of whatever book she had chosen for their evening. Loki watched as her long hair moved while she gestured to the hand-drawn pictures of a large mountain on the first page. Her hair had always been mesmerizing for him. Even as a child, he had been interested in it, pulling at it for fun and just to get her attention. The result had been Astri cutting her hair up so it was chin length so she could avoid Loki's mean hands. Now, it was long again, streaming over her shoulders and down past her chest. God don't look at her chest!

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked suddenly, reaching out to flick his forehead.

"Of course." He lied, moving her hand away from him.

"Then what just happened in this book?" She asked

Loki smiled before gently taking the book from her hands and setting it aside.

"Does it matter? Why don't you show me what my mother taught you today?" He asked, leaning towards her

"Are you going to get angry if you can't do it yourself?" She asked

"No, of course not. That time I wasn't angry at you...I was upset with myself." He admitted

"I know..." She softly said reaching for his hand with her smaller ones

"So what did you learn today?" He asked letting her play with his fingers

"Well I didn't succeed but Frigga was trying to teach me how to take over others' bodies." She responded a little sadly

"Ah, enchantment. I've read about it." He nodded

"Can you do it?" She asked

"No. Not yet." He said, "I've tried on Thor in the past."

Astri nodded and looked back down at his hand in hers.

"What are you wearing at tomorrow's festival?" He asked suddenly

"Wouldn't you like to know," Astri smirked

"I would actually," Loki replied

"Why? Scared we'll show up in matching dresses?" She laughed

"Perhaps." Loki softly said

"Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Astri smiled

Loki woke the next morning to a stiff left arm and a slightly sore neck. The cause of the issues? Astri had fallen asleep next to him last night. She had convinced him to read to her and then proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately despite insisting she was not tired. He tried to slowly move her head off his arm and to the pillow next to her but instead was met with an ugly groan as she awoke.

"What're you doing I thought it was your turn to read." She groggily said

"Yes, it was my turn but you fell asleep mere moments after I began." He said standing up from the bed

"Impossible, I wasn't even tired." She yawned before glancing out the glass doors that led to the balcony, "Damn it."

"It's alright, no one's perfect." He assured, "Except perhaps me."

A large pillow came flying in his general direction before smacking the wall to his right.

"Awful throw." Loki commended

This time, another one came flying and it hit him in the stomach with a surprisingly strong force.

"I win." Astri declared before slumping back into the bed and pulling the covers around her.

"You can't go back to bed, Astri," Loki said

"Sure I can. Watch me." She responded, her voice muffled by the pillow under her

"Today marks the beginning of the festivities for the Winter Solstice." Loki reminded

Another loud groan came from the cocoon of blankets that was his friend before she unceremoniously removed herself from the bed.

"I'll see you later I guess." She said walking towards the door "I hope your dress is as nice as mine."

"It'll be far better," Loki said seriously

Astri just shook her head and laughed as Loki shut the door behind her.

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"It appears I was wrong, brother," Thor said amid sips of his drink

Of course, he had been wrong, Thor was always wrong. Astri wasn't in green but rather a light blue and silver one, and somehow this one was even more breathtaking than her green one. Loki watched her greet Sif and the other noble women who stood around in small groups while they chattered about unknown topics. Loki felt his legs moving without even a thought towards her as they finally made eye contact.

"Loki, where is your matching dress?" Astri teased

"I must have left it behind in my room." He breathed "You look...good." Damn. Why did he stop at just good?

"Thank you. Frigga has a good eye. Astri smiled

Loki glanced around the room, searching for his mother.

"Looking for me?" Her voice suddenly said from behind him

"Mother." He greeted

"Astri, come we want to show you something." A noble lady had looped her arm with Astri's and pulled her away from Loki.

"Do you like her dress? I helped pick it." Frigga smiled

"Of course I like it," Loki admitted

"Good. Then you should have no problem dancing with her." Frigga said before gently pushing her son towards where her ward had walked "Don't forget to complement her hair!"

Normally, the heat at festivals never affected Loki. But, as he approached Astri again he swore he felt himself break out in a sweat. The instruments of the entertainers his father had summoned to the palace seemed twenty times louder as he held his hand out to Astri.

"Lady Astri." He finally found his voice, " May I have the honor of a dance?"

Thor's eyes scanned the room, he was looking for his brother who had left his side the moment their childhood friend had entered the room. What surprised him though was that Loki wasn't just speaking to Astri as he normally did but instead leading her to the dance floor among other couples. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his younger brother smoothly lead the clumsy Astri in a traditional dance they had learned when they were younger.

Astri felt as if a thousand eyes were on her as Loki led the dance. As they spun, she could see Frigga's smiling face among so many other noble Asgardians.

"You're rather stiff." Loki pointed out

"It feels like everyone is watching us." She said, her voice barely above a whisper

"That is because they are." Loki smiled down at her, "They're all watching you."

Astri felt her face redden as Loki's drew closer to hers. She tried to focus on anything but his words and his bright blue eyes that stared into hers.

"You know, I love the way you look in green." Loki said "But this..."

She felt his hand gently squeeze at her waist.

"You're stunning in blue, Astri."

Astri swore it was out of embarrassment that she hid her face in his shoulder while his frame lightly shook from laughter. When she unburied her face, he was still looking at her with that intense gaze of his.

"Don't let it go to your head." He joked

Instead of quipping back she just nodded and pressed herself closer to him, wishing for the moment to never end.

I drabbled in Loki's POV a little more for this part. Also, the Attack on Titan finale still has me on the floor. Like, I knew what would happen in the end but seeing it all animated in front of me is a whole different thing. I listened to Lover by Taylor Swift while writing the dancing scene so if you want to set the tone, there you go. Also, starting in the next chapter I will be beginning to follow the plot of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will be more cohesive and that updates might take longer since I won't just be writing from my imagination but instead sticking to what the MCU says is canon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far!

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Vibes.

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The way I fucking love Age of Ultron with my entire heart and soul 😭

#I rewatched it last night I had literally so much fun #I remember seeing that one in the theater man #I remember seeing AVENGERS in the theaters when I was a kid eveb #but man age of ultron scratches that ITCH #I also rewatched thor the dark world yesterday too cuz I'm rewatching all the movies with thor and/or loki in them #after the loki finale to get my fix and let me just say I may be a biased since day 1 thor girlie and loki stan but dark world fucking rule #like i dunno what y'all have been on about all this time like that shit slaps #but then again thor has always been my favorite and I've always liked if not loved every movie he's in so i mean 🤷‍♀️#but man I really do miss the older stuff like the vibes are so right and like I like the newer stuff #like I actually don't dislike any of the movies and stuff for real but the old shit especially aesthetic and vibes of the old thor stuff #it all just HITS #I miss the otherworldly like fantasy aesthetic that made thor feel so different and unique than the rest of them #but anyway I get to watch thor ragnarok again next and I'm READY !!!!#I won't have time until probably sunday tho but I'm gonna have so much F U N #marvel mcu #the avengers #avengers age of ultron #thor odinson

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Couch surfer in his 30s. Oscar winner in his 40s. Why the whole world wants Taika

**Notes: This is very long post!**

Good Weekend

In his 30s, he was sleeping on couches. By his 40s, he’d directed a Kiwi classic, taken a Marvel movie to billion-dollar success, and won an Oscar. Meet Taika Waititi, king of the oddball – and one of New Zealand’s most original creative exports.

Taika Waititi: “Be a nice person and live a good life. And just don’t be an arsehole.”

The good news? Taika Waititi is still alive. I wasn’t sure. The screen we were speaking through jolted savagely a few minutes ago, with a cacophonous bang and a confused yelp, then radio silence. Now the Kiwi filmmaker is back, grinning like a loon: “I just broke the f---ing table, bro!”

Come again? “I just smashed this f---ing table and glass flew everywhere. It’s one of those old annoying colonial tables. It goes like this – see that?” Waititi says, holding up a folding furniture leg. “I hit the mechanism and it wasn’t locked. Anyway …”

I’m glad he’s fine. The stuff he’s been saying from his London hotel room could incur biblical wrath. We’re talking about his latest project, Next Goal Wins, a movie about the American Samoa soccer team’s quest to score a solitary goal, 10 years after suffering the worst loss in the game’s international history – a 31-0 ignominy to Australia – but our chat strays into spirituality, then faith, then religion.

“I don’t personally believe in a big guy sitting on a cloud judging everyone, but that’s just me,” Waititi says, deadpan. “Because I’m a grown-up.”

This is the way his interview answers often unfold. Waititi addresses your topic – dogma turns good people bad, he says, yet belief itself is worth lauding – but bookends every response with a conspiratorial nudge, wink, joke or poke. “Regardless of whether it’s some guy living on a cloud, or some other deity that you’ve made up – and they’re all made up – the message across the board is the same, and it’s important: Be a nice person, and live a good life. And just don’t be an arsehole!”

Not being an arsehole seems to have served Waititi, 48, well. Once a national treasure and indie darling (through the quirky tenderness of his breakout New Zealand films Boy in 2010 and Hunt for the Wilderpeople in 2016), Waititi then became a star of both the global box office (through his 2017 entry into the Marvel Universe, Thor: Ragnarok, which grossed more than $1.3 billion worldwide) and then the Academy Awards (winning the 2020 best adapted screenplay Oscar for his subversive Holocaust dramedy JoJo Rabbit, in which he played an imaginary Hitler).

Waititi playing Adolf Hitler in the 2019 movie JoJo Rabbit. (Alamy)

A handsome devil with undeniable roguish charm, Waititi also slid seamlessly into style-icon status (attending this year’s Met Gala shirtless, in a floor-length gunmetal-grey Atelier Prabal Gurung wrap coat, with pendulous pearl necklaces), as well as becoming his own brand (releasing an eponymous line of canned coffee drinks) and bona fide Hollywood A-lister (he was introduced to his second wife, British singer Rita Ora, by actor Robert Pattinson at a barbecue).

Putting that platform to use, Waititi is an Indigenous pioneer and mentor, too, co-creating the critically acclaimed TV series Reservation Dogs, while co-founding the Piki Films production company, committed to promoting the next generation of storytellers – a mission that might sound all weighty and worthy, yet Waititi’s new wave of First Nations work is never earnest, always mixing hurt with heart and howling humour.

Waititi with wife Rita Ora at the 2023 Met Gala in May. (Getty Images)

Makes sense. Waititi is a byproduct of “the weirdest coupling ever” – his late Maori father from the Te Whanau-a-Apanui tribe was an artist, farmer and “Satan’s Slaves” bikie gang founder, while his Wellington schoolteacher mum descended from Russian Jews, although he’s not devout about her faith. (“No, I don’t practise,” he confirms. “I’m just good at everything, straight away.”)

He’s remained loyally tethered to his origin story, too – and to a cadre of creative Kiwi mates, including actors Jemaine Clement and Rhys Darby – never forgetting that not long before the actor/writer/producer/director was an industry maven, he was a penniless painter/photographer/ musician/comedian.

With no set title and no fixed address, he’s seemingly happy to be everything, everywhere (to everyone) all at once. “‘The universe’ is bandied around a lot these days, but I do believe in the kind of connective tissue of the universe, and the energy that – scientifically – we are made up of a bunch of atoms that are bouncing around off each other, and some of the atoms are just squished together a bit tighter than others,” he says, smiling. “We’re all made of the same stardust, and that’s pretty special.”

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We’ve caught Waititi in a somewhat relaxed moment, right before the screen actors’ and media artists’ strike ends. He’s sensitive to the struggle but doesn’t deny enjoying the break. “I spent a lot of time thinking about writing, and not writing, and having a nice holiday,” he tells Good Weekend. “Honestly, it was a good chance just to recombobulate.”

Waititi, at right, with Hunt for the Wilderpeople actors, from left, Sam Neill, Rhys Darby and Julian Dennison. (Getty Images)

It’s mid-October, and he’s just headed to Paris to watch his beloved All Blacks in the Rugby World Cup. He’s deeply obsessed with the game, and sport in general. “Humans spend all of our time knowing what’s going to happen with our day. There’s no surprises any more. We’ve become quite stagnant. And I think that’s why people love sport, because of the air of unpredictability,” he says. “It’s the last great arena entertainment.”

The main filmic touchstone for Next Goal Wins (which premieres in Australian cinemas on New Year’s Day) would be Cool Runnings (1993), the unlikely true story of a Jamaican bobsled team, but Waititi also draws from genre classics such as Any Given Sunday and Rocky, sampling trusted tropes like the musical training montage. (His best one is set to Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears.)

Filming in Hawaii was an uplifting experience for the self-described Polynesian Jew. “It wasn’t about death, or people being cruel to each other. Thematically, it was this simple idea, of getting a small win, and winning the game wasn’t even their goal – their goal was to get a goal,” he says. “It was a really sweet backbone.”

Waititi understands this because, growing up, he was as much an athlete as a nerd, fooling around with softball and soccer before discovering rugby league, then union. “There’s something about doing exercise when you don’t know you’re doing exercise,” he enthuses. “It’s all about the fun of throwing a ball around and trying to achieve something together.” (Whenever Waititi is in Auckland he joins his mates in a long-running weekend game of touch rugby. “And then throughout the week I work out every day. Obviously. I mean, look at me.”)

Auckland is where his kids live, too, so he spends as much time there as possible. Waititi met his first wife, producer Chelsea Winstanley, on the set of Boy in 2010, and they had two daughters, Matewa Kiritapu, 8, and his firstborn, Te Kainga O’Te Hinekahu, 11. (The latter is a derivative of his grandmother’s name, but he jokes with American friends that it means “Resurrection of Tupac” or “Mazda RX7″) Waititi and Winstanley split in about 2018, and he married the pop star Ora in 2022.

He offers a novel method for balancing work with parenthood … “Look, you just abandon them, and know that the experience will make them harder individuals later on in life. And it’s their problem,” he says. “I’m going to give them all of the things that they need, and I’m going to leave behind a decent bank account for their therapy, and they will be just like me, and the cycle will continue.”

Jokes aside – I think he’s joking – school holidays are always his, and he brings the girls onto the set of every movie he makes. “They know enough not to get in the way or touch anything that looks like it could kill you, and they know to be respectful and quiet when they need to. But they’re just very comfortable around filmmakers, which I’m really happy about, because eventually I hope they will get into the industry. One more year,” he laughs, “then they can leave school and come work for Dad.”

Theirs is certainly a different childhood than his. Growing up, he was a product of two worlds. His given names, for instance, were based on his appearance at birth: “Taika David” if he looked Maori (after his Maori grandfather) and “David Taika” if he looked Pakeha (after his white grandfather). His parents split when he was five, so he bounced between his dad’s place in Waihau Bay, where he went by the surname Waititi, and his mum, eight hours drive away in Wellington, where he went by Cohen (the last name on his birth certificate and passport).

Waititi was precocious, even charismatic. His mother Robin once told Radio New Zealand that people always wanted to know him, even as an infant: “I’d be on a bus with him, and he was that kind of baby who smiled at people, and next thing you know they’re saying, ‘Can I hold your baby?’ He’s always been a charmer to the public eye.”

He describes himself as a cool, sporty, good-looking nerd, raised on whatever pop culture screened on the two TV channels New Zealand offered in the early 1980s, from M*A*S*H and Taxi to Eddie Murphy and Michael Jackson. He was well-read, too. When punished by his mum, he would likely be forced to analyse a set of William Blake poems.

He puts on a whimpering voice to describe their finances – “We didn’t have much monneeey” – explaining how his mum spent her days in the classroom but also worked in pubs, where he would sit sipping a raspberry lemonade, doodling drawings and writing stories. She took in ironing and cleaned houses; he would help out, learning valuable lessons he imparts to his kids. “And to random people who come to my house,” he says. “I’ll say, ‘Here’s a novel idea, wash this dish,’ but people don’t know how to do anything these days.”

“Every single character I’ve ever written has been based on someone I’ve known or met or a story I’ve stolen from someone.” - Taika Waititi

He loved entertaining others, clearly, but also himself, recording little improvised radio plays on a tape deck – his own offbeat versions of ET and Indiana Jones and Star Wars. “Great free stuff where you don’t have any idea what the story is as you’re doing it,” he says. “You’re just sort of making it up and enjoying the freedom of playing god in this world where you can make people and characters do whatever you want.”

His other sphere of influence lay in Raukokore, the tiny town where his father lived. Although Boy is not autobiographical, it’s deeply personal insofar as it’s filmed in the house where he grew up, and where he lived a life similar to that portrayed in the story, surrounded by his recurring archetypes: warm grandmothers and worldly kids; staunch, stoic mums; and silly, stunted men. “Every single character I’ve ever written has been based on someone I’ve known or met,” he says, “or a story I’ve stolen from someone.”

He grew to love drawing and painting, obsessed early on with reproducing the Sistine Chapel. During a 2011 TED Talk on creativity, Waititi describes his odd subject matter, from swastikas and fawns to a picture of an old lady going for a walk … upon a sword … with Robocop. “My father was an outsider artist, even though he wouldn’t know what that meant,” Waititi told the audience in Doha. “I love the naive. I love people who can see things through an innocent viewpoint. It’s inspiring.”

After winning Best Adapted Screenplay Academy Award for JoJo Rabbit in 2020. (Getty Images)

It was an interesting time in New Zealand, too – a coming-of-age decade in which the Maori were rediscovering their culture. His area was poor, “but only financially,” he says. “It’s very rich in terms of the people and the culture.” He learned kapa haka – the songs, dances and chants performed by competing tribes at cultural events, or to honour people at funerals and graduations – weddings, parties, anything. “Man, any excuse,” he explains. “A big part of doing them is to uplift your spirits.”

Photography was a passion, so I ask what he shot. “Just my penis. I sent them to people, but we didn’t have phones, so I would print them out, post them. One of the first dick pics,” he says. Actually, his lens was trained on regular people. He watches us still – in airports, restaurants. “Other times late at night, from a tree. Whatever it takes to get the story. You know that.”

He went to the Wellington state school Onslow College and did plays like Androcles and the Lion, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Crucible. His crew of arty students eventually ended up on stage at Bats Theatre in the city, where they would perform haphazard comedy shows for years.

“Taika was always rebellious and wild in his comedy, which I loved,” says his high school mate Jackie van Beek, who became a longtime collaborator, including working with Waititi on a Tourism New Zealand campaign this year. “I remember he went through a phase of turning up in bars around town wearing wigs, and you’d try and sit down and have a drink with him but he’d be doing some weird character that would invariably turn up in some show down the track.”

He met more like-minded peers at Victoria University, including Jemaine Clement (who’d later become co-creator of Flight of the Conchords). During a 2019 chat with actor Elijah Wood, Waititi describes he and Clement clocking one another from opposite sides of the library one day: a pair of Maoris experiencing hate at first sight, based on a mutual suspicion of cultural appropriation. (Clement was wearing a traditional tapa cloth Samoan shirt, and Waititi was like: “This motherf---er’s not Samoan.” Meanwhile, Waititi was wearing a Rastafarian beanie, and Clement was like, “This motherf---er’s not Jamaican.”)

With Jemaine Clement in 2014. (Getty Images)

But they eventually bonded over Blackadder and Fawlty Towers, and especially Kenny Everett, and did comedy shows together everywhere from Edinburgh to Melbourne. Waititi was almost itinerant, spending months at a time busking, or living in a commune in Berlin. He acted in a few small films, and then – while playing a stripper on a bad TV show – realised he wanted to try life behind the camera. “I became tired of being told what to do and ordered around,” he told Wellington’s Dominion Post in 2004. “I remember sitting around in the green room in my G-string thinking, ‘Why am I doing this? Just helping someone else to realise their dream.’ ”

He did two strong short films, then directed his first feature – Eagle vs Shark (2007) – when he was 32. He brought his mates along (Clement, starring with Waititi’s then-girlfriend Loren Horsley), setting something of a pattern in his career: hiring friends instead of constantly navigating new working relationships. “If you look at things I’m doing,” he tells me, “there’s always a few common denominators.”

Sam Neill says Waititi is the exemplar of a new New Zealand humour. “The basis of it is this: we’re just a little bit crap at things.”

This gang of collaborators shares a common Kiwi vibe, too, which his longtime friend, actor Rhys Darby, once coined “the comedy of the mundane”. Their new TV show, Our Flag Means Death, for example, leans heavily into the mundanity of pirate life – what happens on those long days at sea when the crew aren’t unsheathing swords from scabbards or burying treasure.

Waititi plays pirate captain Blackbeard, centre, in Our Flag Means Death, with Rhys Darby, left, and Rory Kinnear. (Google Images)

Sam Neill, who first met Waititi when starring in Hunt for the Wilderpeople, says Waititi is the exemplar of a new New Zealand humour. “And I think the basis of it is this,” says Neill. “We’re just a little bit crap at things, and that in itself is funny.” After all, Neill asks, what is What We Do in The Shadows (2014) if not a film (then later a TV show) about a bunch of vampires who are pretty crap at being vampires, living in a pretty crappy house, not quite getting busted by crappy local cops? “New Zealand often gets named as the least corrupt country in the world, and I think it’s just that we would be pretty crap at being corrupt,” Neill says. “We don’t have the capacity for it.”

Waititi’s whimsy also spurns the dominant on-screen oeuvre of his homeland – the so-called “cinema of unease” exemplified by the brutality of Once Were Warriors (1994) and the emotional peril of The Piano (1993). Waititi still explores pathos and pain, but through laughter and weirdness. “Taika feels to me like an antidote to that dark aspect, and a gift somehow,” Neill says. “And I’m grateful for that.”

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Something happened to Taika Waititi when he was about 11 – something he doesn’t go into with Good Weekend, but which he considered a betrayal by the adults in his life. He mentioned it only recently – not the moment itself, but the lesson he learnt: “That you cannot and must not rely on grown-ups to help you – you’re basically in the world alone, and you’re gonna die alone, and you’ve just gotta make it all for yourself,” he told Irish podcast host James Brown. “I basically never forgave people in positions of responsibility.”

What does that mean in his work? First, his finest films tend to reflect the clarity of mind possessed by children, and the unseen worlds they create – fantasies conjured up as a way to understand or overcome. (His mum once summed up the main message of Boy: “The unconditional love you get from your children, and how many of us waste that, and don’t know what we’ve got.”)

Second, he’s suited to movie-making – “Russian roulette with art” – because he’s drawn to disruptive force and chaos. And that in turn produces creative defiance: allowing him to reinvigorate the Marvel Universe by making superheroes fallible, or tell a Holocaust story by making fun of Hitler. “Whenever I have to deal with someone who’s a boss, or in charge, I challenge them,” he told Brown, “and I really do take whatever they say with a pinch of salt.”

It’s no surprise then that Waititi was comfortable leaping from independent films to the vast complexity of Hollywood blockbusters. He loves the challenge of coordinating a thousand interlocking parts, requiring an army of experts in vocations as diverse as construction, sound, art, performance and logistics. “I delegate a lot,” he says, “and share the load with a lot of people.”

“This is a cool concept, being able to afford whatever I want, as opposed to sleeping on couches until I was 35.” - Taika Waititi

But the buck stops with him. Time magazine named Waititi one of its Most Influential 100 People of 2022. “You can tell that a film was made by Taika Waititi the same way you can tell a piece was painted by Picasso,” wrote Sacha Baron Cohen. Compassionate but comic. Satirical but watchable. Rockstar but auteur. “Actually, sorry, but this guy’s really starting to piss me off,” Cohen concluded. “Can someone else write this piece?”

Directing Chris Hemsworth in 2017 in Thor: Ragnarok, which grossed more than $1.3 billion at the box office. (Alamy)

I’m curious to know how he stays grounded amid such adulation. Coming into the game late, he says, helped immensely. After all, Waititi was 40 by the time he left New Zealand to do Thor: Ragnarok. “If you let things go to your head, then it means you’ve struggled to find out who you are,” he says. “But I’ve always felt very comfortable with who I am.” Hollywood access and acclaim – and the pay cheques – don’t erase memories of poverty, either. “It’s more like, ‘Oh, this is a cool concept, being able to afford whatever I want, as opposed to sleeping on couches until I was 35.’ ” Small towns and strong tribes keep him in check, too. “You know you can’t piss around and be a fool, because you’re going to embarrass your family,” he says. “Hasn’t stopped me, though.”

Sam Neill says there was never any doubt Waititi would be able to steer a major movie with energy and imagination. “It’s no accident that the whole world wants Taika,” he says. “But his seductiveness comes with its own dangers. You can spread yourself a bit thin. The temptation will be to do more, more, more. That’ll be interesting to watch.”

Indeed, I find myself vicariously stressed out over the list of potential projects in Waititi’s future. A Roald Dahl animated series for Netflix. An Apple TV show based on the 1981 film Time Bandits. A sequel to What We Do In The Shadows. A reboot of Flash Gordon. A gonzo horror comedy, The Auteur, starring Jude Law. Adapting a cult graphic novel, The Incal, as a feature. A streaming series based on the novel Interior Chinatown. A film based on a Kazuo Ishiguro bestseller. Plus bringing to life the wildly popular Akira comic books. Oh, and for good measure, a new instalment of Star Wars, which he’s already warned the world will be … different.

“It’s going to change things,” he told Good Morning America. “It’s going to change what you guys know and expect.”

Did I say I was stressed for Waititi? I meant physically sick.

“Well…” he qualifies, “some of those things I’m just producing, so I come up with an idea or someone comes to me with an idea, and I shape how ‘it’s this kind of show’ and ‘here’s how we can get it made.’ It’s easier for me to have a part in those things and feel like I’ve had a meaningful role in the creative process, but also not having to do what I’ve always done, which is trying to control everything.”

In the 2014 mockumentary horror film What We Do in the Shadows, which he co-directed with Jemaine Clement. (Alamy)

What about moving away from the niche New Zealand settings he represented so well in his early work? How does he stay connected to his roots? “I think you just need to know where you’re from,” he says, “and just don’t forget that.”

They certainly haven’t forgotten him.

Jasmin McSweeney sits in her office at the New Zealand Film Commission in Wellington, surrounded by promotional posters Waititi signed for her two decades ago, when she was tasked with promoting his nascent talent. Now the organisation’s marketing chief, she talks to me after visiting the heart of thriving “Wellywood”, overseeing the traditional karakia prayer on the set of a new movie starring Geoffrey Rush.

Waititi isn’t the first great Kiwi filmmaker – dual Oscar-winner Jane Campion and blockbuster king Peter Jackson come to mind – yet his particular ascendance, she says, has spurred unparalleled enthusiasm. “Taika gave everyone here confidence. He always says, ‘Don’t sit around waiting for people to say, you can do this.’ Just do it, because he just did it. That’s the Taika effect.”

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Taika David Waititi is known for wearing everything from technicolour dreamcoats to pineapple print rompers, and today he’s wearing a roomy teal and white Isabel Marant jumper. The mohair garment has the same wispy frizz as his hair, which curls like a wave of grey steel wool, and connects with a shorn salty beard.

A stylish silver fox, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he suddenly announced he was launching a fashion label. He’s definitely a commercial animal, to the point of directing television commercials for Coke and Amazon, along with a fabulous 2023 spot for Belvedere vodka starring Daniel Craig. He also joined forces with a beverage company in Finland (where “taika” means “magic”) to release his coffee drinks. Announcing the partnership on social media, he flagged that he would be doing more of this kind of stuff, too (“Soz not soz”).

Waititi has long been sick of reverent portrayals of Indigenous people talking to spirits.

There’s substance behind the swank. Fashion is a creative outlet but he’s also bought sewing machines in the past with the intention of designing and making clothes, and comes from a family of tailors. “I learnt how to sew a button on when I was very young,” he says. “I learnt how to fix holes or patches in your clothes, and darn things.”

And while he gallivants around the globe watching Wimbledon or modelling for Hermès at New York Fashion Week, all that glamour belies a depth of purpose, particularly when it comes to Indigenous representation.

There’s a moment in his new movie where a Samoan player realises that their Dutch coach, played by Michael Fassbender, is emotionally struggling, and he offers a lament for white people: “They need us.” I can’t help but think Waititi meant something more by that line – maybe that First Nations people have wisdom to offer if others will just listen?

“Weeelllll, a little bit …” he says – but from his intonation, and what he says next, I’m dead wrong. Waititi has long been sick of reverent portrayals of Indigenous people talking to kehua (spirits), or riding a ghost waka (phantom canoe), or playing a flute on a mountain. “Always the boring characters,” he says. “They’ve got no real contemporary relationship with the world, because they’re always living in the past in their spiritual ways.”

A scene from Next Goal Wins, filmed earlier this year. (Alamy)

He’s part of a vanguard consciously poking fun at those stereotypes. Another is the Navajo writer and director Billy Luther, who met Waititi at Sundance Film Festival back in 2003, along with Reservation Dogs co-creator Sterlin Harjo. “We were this group of outsiders trying to make films, when nobody was really biting,” says Luther. “It was a different time. The really cool thing about it now is we’re all working. We persevered. We didn’t give up. We slept on each other’s couches and hung out. It’s like family.”

Waititi has power now, and is known for using Indigenous interns wherever possible (“because there weren’t those opportunities when I was growing up”), making important introductions, offering feedback on scripts, and lending his name to projects through executive producer credits, too, which he did for Luther’s new feature film, Frybread Face and Me (2023).

He called Luther back from the set of Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) to offer advice on working with child actors – “Don’t box them into the characters you’ve created,” he said, “let them naturally figure it out on their own” – but it’s definitely harder to get Waititi on the phone these days. “He’s a little bitch,” Luther says, laughing. “Nah, there’s nothing like him. He’s a genius. You just knew he was going to be something. I just knew it. He’s my brother.“

I’ve been asked to explicitly avoid political questions in this interview, probably because Waititi tends to back so many causes, from child poverty and teenage suicide to a campaign protesting offshore gas and oil exploration near his tribal lands. But it’s hard to ignore his recent Instagram post, sharing a viral video about the Voice to Parliament referendum starring Indigenous Aussie rapper Adam Briggs. After all, we speak only two days after the proposal is defeated. “Yeah, sad to say but, Australia, you really shat the bed on that one,” Waititi says, pausing. “But go see my movie!”

About that movie – the early reviews aren’t great. IndieWire called it a misfire, too wrapped in its quirks to develop its arcs, with Waititi’s directorial voice drowning out his characters, while The Guardian called it “a shoddily made and strikingly unfunny attempt to tell an interesting story in an uninteresting way”. I want to know how he moves past that kind of criticism. “For a start, I never read reviews,” he says, concerned only with the opinion of people who paid for admission, never professional appraisals. “It’s not important to me. I know I’m good at what I do.”

Criticism that Indigenous concepts weren’t sufficiently explained in Next Goal Wins gets his back up a little, though. The film’s protagonist, Jaiyah Saelua, the first transgender football player in a FIFA World Cup qualifying match, is fa’afafine – an American Samoan identifier for someone with fluid genders – but there wasn’t much exposition of this concept in the film. “That’s not my job,” Waititi says. “It’s not a movie where I have to explain every facet of Samoan culture to an audience. Our job is to retain our culture, and present a story that’s inherently Polynesian, and if you don’t like it, you can go and watch any number of those other movies out there, 99 per cent of which are terrible.”

*notes: (there is video clip in the article)

Waititi sounds momentarily cranky, but he’s mostly unflappable and hilarious. He’s the kind of guy who prefers “Correctumundo bro!” to “Yes”. When our video connection is too laggy, he plays up to it by periodically pretending to be frozen, sitting perfectly still, mouth open, his big shifting eyeballs the only giveaway.

He’s at his best on set. Saelua sat next to him in Honolulu while filming the joyous soccer sequences. “He’s so chill. He just let the actors do their thing, giving them creative freedom, barely interjecting unless it was something important. His style matches the vibe of the Pacific people. We’re a very funny people. We like to laugh. He just fit perfectly.”

People do seem to love working alongside him, citing his ability to make productions fresh and unpredictable and funny. Chris Hemsworth once said that Waititi’s favourite gag is to “forget” that his microphone is switched on, so he can go on a pantomime rant for all to hear – usually about his disastrous Australian lead actor – only to “remember” that he’s wired and the whole crew is listening.

“I wouldn’t know about that, because I don’t listen to what other people say about anything – I’ve told you this,” Waititi says. “I just try to have fun when there’s time to have fun. And when you do that, and you bring people together, they’re more willing to go the extra mile for you, and they’re more willing to believe in the thing that you’re trying to do.”

Yes, he plays music between takes, and dances out of his director’s chair, but it’s really all about relaxing amid the immense pressure and intense privilege of making movies. “Do you know how hard it is just to get anything financed or green-lit, then getting a crew, getting producers to put all the pieces together, and then making it to set?” Waititi asks. “It’s a real gift, even to be working, and I feel like I have to remind people of that: enjoy this moment.”

Source: The Age

By: Konrad Marshall (December 1, 2023)

#rhys darby #taika waititi #next goal wins #our flag means death #hunt for the wilderpeople #interview

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My Favorite Moments in God of War: Ragnarok

[Inspired by my favorite moments in God of War 2018]

Spoilers

- Watching Atreus slowly break through the fog with a fresh kill that he hunted himself, a head or so taller than we’d last see him, and clearly much more confident in himself.

- Atreus and Kratos’s immediate display of affection for each other, in stark contrast to the previous game, with Kratos gripping his son’s shoulder in acknowledgement and Atreus smiling to his father.

- Mimir “sitting” inside of the house, on a pillow with a candle next to him and a book to read and a nice pipe to smoke. He clearly has become part of the family.

- The fear in Kratos’s voice when he searches for Atreus’s after Fenrir’s death

- OH FUCK A HUGE BEAR

- OH SHIT THIS HUGE BEAR IS ACTUALLY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF KRATOS. HOW CAN A BEAR GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH KRATOS

- OH F U C K IT’S ATREUS

- Kratos shouting Atreus’s name as he lies limp in the snow and you see, for just a moment, Kratos wondering if he has once again killed his own child with his own hands.

- Thor just casually stopping by their house and pouring them some mead

- The way Thor just launches Kratos, just like his brother did in the game before

- The way the ground crackles like thunder when Thor slams his foot down

- Thor shocking Kratos back to consciousness to continue the fight

- The frozen lightning bolt that stays for the rest of the game

- Sindri and Atreus being besties

- Tyr finally standing straight once Kratos snaps some sense into him and he’s towering over everyone

- Atreus constantly messing up when he’s trying to bond with Angrboda

- Atreus TURNING INTO A WOLF

- Thrúd

- Just all of Thrúd

- “What do I call you?”

- Atreus running into Kratos’s arms and staying there, holding tight, face buried in his dad’s chest even when Kratos lets go

- Kratos’s gentle “What has happened?”

- Kratos standing up for his son when all of the other companions tell him how much of a massive fuck up it was to release Garm

- Fenrir, now resurrected in Garm, and his floppy wittle ears

- “I am sorry.”

- “Do not be sorry. Be better.”

- The bar fight back in Asgard

- Thor actually listening to Atreus and being affected by it. The visible shame Thor felt. Atreus’s honest desire to help.

- Ingrid saving Atreus

- “Which way are we headed?”

- “In the direction of deer.”

- Sindri’s entire character arc, starting from a loveable comic relief character to a bitter, vengeful brother in mourning, unrelenting in his rage towards Atreus and Kratos

- “I AM RAGNAROK.”

- Thrúd and Atreus making back up in Asgard during Ragnarok

- Atreus pushing his father out of the way during the blast in a final attempt to save him from his prophesized death

- “Does it scare you?”

- “Yes.”

- “That is why you must do it.”

- The HUG

- Kratos finally crying openly when he sees what his wife painted for him at the back of the mural

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow #gowr #kratos #atreus #mimir #freya #feye #thrud #thor #odin #tyr #sindri #brok #fenrir #norse #god of war ragnarok spoilers #god of war spoilers #gowr spoilers

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Hello (づ ◕‿◕ )づ. Requesting a Yor reader (appearance and personality) x ROR gods (Poseidon, Thor, Indra, and Hades) please ๑(◕‿◕)๑ The reader is their opponent who easily beat them.

-Thorn Princess was the alias of one of the most infamous assassins in the world, a beautiful woman who used long stiletto blades, who would always carry out her missions without fail, or die trying.

-You were indeed a stunning beauty, long dark hair, wearing a beautiful outfit of black, red with rose decals, and gold, you looked so beautiful, even with your icy glare.

-You passed a group of Spartans who had been intimidated by your stoic glare, who also were attracted, but as soon as you were around the corner you melted, covering your face with a shy blush, “That was so scary!”

-In Valhalla, you lived a quiet life, enjoying the newfound peace, you didn’t have to fight or kill others anymore, and you got to enjoy life doing what you wanted.

-With Ragnarok, however, came an offer to battle with the gods, you were hesitant at first, but after Brunnhilde told you that all of humanity would be lost.

-This made you think of your little brother, whom you left on earth after you were killed, and fury grew in your belly, not wanting anything to happen to him and you agreed.

-Partnered with Brunnhilde herself, you walked out into the arena, a shy smile on your face as you waved to some people, children who liked you, you didn’t look like a fighter.

-Your opponent was quick to underestimate you even before the match began and as Heimdall announced the start of the fight, your whole demeanor changed, you turned icy, vicious, as you pulled out your weapons, twirling them expertly, “Please do me the honors of dying quietly.”

-Like you disappeared you charged, easily sprinting in high heels, swinging a kick at his feet, breaking the ground where he had just been standing, only barely dodging before he barely missed the stab with your blade.

-Jaws dropped, as not many in Valhalla had seen you fight, you moved so fast and (God) could feel the strength in each of the blows you managed to land on him, harsh kicks and punches, you definitely weren’t a delicate flower, you were a string of thorns, ready to strike!

-(God) was furious that you were forcing him to defend, else he would have been severely injured already, your blows were so powerful, even without the Volundr.

-Poseidon- You managed to kick his trident from his hands before leg sweeping him, knocking him to his back only minutes after starting the match and you had your blades pointed at him, one at his neck and the other at his left eye. Jaws were dropped that you had managed to easily defeat Poseidon of all gods and you were stunned when the threw the fight, forfeiting to you. Almost instantly your face softened with confusion but stepped back, your intimidating aura fading, and you went to ask why before he was quickly on his knees, taking one of your hands, “Will you marry me?” he had never found such a woman before and wanted you for his own, and your reaction took everyone by surprise. You whole head turned bright red, like you were a pure maiden, and you quickly threw him off, throwing him back before running, holding your face. Poseidon, once he picked himself up from the rubble, was more intrigued than ever.

-Thor- Your raw strength was the result of hard work, that much he could tell, your blows had years of training behind them, you were quite the interesting maiden. You looked so feminine and delicate, but after you managed to separate him and Mjolnir, you quickly proved yourself to the other gods who had been jeering you. Thor tried to grab you, his hands on your upper arms but you were quick to react, bringing your knee to his chin, jarring him and making him drop you before you rolled back before charging. You knocked him on his back, straddling his chest and had your weapons pointed at his face. Thor was still, only for a moment, before his hands came to your hips, “Marry me, Y/N!” your face flushing like you were a pure maiden was not the reaction he was expecting as the crowd all roared from his bold proposal. Your weapons dropped as your hands slapped down on his chest, cracking the ground beneath him as you got free and ran backstage, comically crying. He sat up, a bit dazed as you had knocked the wind out of him before he grabbed your weapons and his own and went to go and find you.

-Indra- Dodged his lightning like was child’s play, infuriating him as you were able to slice him a few times with your blades, missing your fatal blows as he dodged at the last second. You kept a level head however, not worrying over your missed mark, as this was a full-on fight to the death, you had more chances. When Indra finally managed to strike you with his lightning, his jaw, as well as the jaws of everyone else in the arena, dropped, seeing you were okay, just a bit singed as you gasped, “Oh no- my dress is ripped!” his eyelid twitched lightly, you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest!! You patted your dress down for a moment before you prepared to charge again but you were surprised when Indra forfeited the fight to you, making you blink in confusion. Indra then spoke, “Wanna go get a drink with me?” Your eyes turned into spirals as you turned bright red, “What-a drink- like a date?!” he was amused, nodding and you surprised him by quickly turning tail and running, holding your face, which didn’t bother him, finding your dual sides cute as he went after you.

-Hades- Was not expecting you to be so strong, breaking his weapon with one well placed kick when he tried to block it with his bident, shocking everyone, including Hades. Your moves were so fluid, but each one held power, you had been training a very long time by the looks of it, you were a seasoned fighter. When you managed to slice his cheek open before he leapt back Hades spoke, “What are you fighting for, Y/N?” You flipped your blades easily around your hands, “I’m fighting to save my little brother!” your words struck a chord in him as he relaxed, his eyes closing for a moment before he lifted his head, “I forfeit the match to Y/N!” your eyes widened in shock as you lifted a hand to your mouth before he spoke, “We have similar goals, but if gods win, I won’t lose my younger brothers.” Your warm and bright smile surprised him, showing him that you had more than one side as you thanked him. You made Hades curious as you both went backstage as he thought about sending you flowers and an invitation to tea, wanting to speak more with you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror indra #ror hades

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Hi. I am not sure if you open the request, but if you open the request, can I ask for NSFW alphabets for our thunder berserker Thor from Record of Ragnarok? Thank you 💕

This big guy is one of the softest out there, I was so happy while writing this❤️hope you like it!

THOR: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Thor always, ALWAYS, worry about you: he's a big guy and he knows it. He loves massaging every sore spot on you, then going to get you something to drink, something fresh and cool usually.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

His favourite part of his are his eyes: he can't ignore the way you get lost in those golden pools, the expression of wonder you have when you look at them makes him feel proud of his appearance. Plus, Thor absolutely loves your cheeks, because he likes to pinch them and kissing them while he pounds into you.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

On your face, without a doubt. He gets over heels when he sees your eyes slightly closed so as not to risk blinding you when he cums...it's just so hot for this god.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

He doesn't want to admit that he has a lactation kink, like, he feels so loved when he drinks your milk (especially because he never had someone to care for him so much or a mother, if we have to say it all)

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Thor doesn't have much experience, like I said before, he's kind of a loner. Please, teach him how to make you feel good.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Leap frog, he feels like he has control over the situation without risking of hurting you still remaining the dominant one. Sorry, but I don't think he'll like being the bottom.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

I mean, have you seen him? Thor is serious, BUT every now and then you can see a small smile make its way over his usual bored expression.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Thor is really well groomed, everything is clean and shaved. The carpet match the courtains, red as ever.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

This big god of thunder it may seem cold and detached to you, but it's quite the opposite! He's the sweetest lover ever, always asking you if he's hurting you and kissing you all over your skin. Such a sweetheart!

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

Well, not gonna lie, I thought he was the type to not even think about it. That time you caught him masturbating with your clothes in his hand may tell you otherwise. You know how they say: the silent ones are always the kinkiest-

K: kinks <their kinks>

Beyond the lactation kink that I named before, I see him as someone who has a hidden daddy kink. And, why not, he likes seeing you as a prey, while Thor is the scary hunter that wants you all to himself. Good luck with him, it will be difficult to tame this beast.

COCK WARMING AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND-

L: location <where they usually do the do>

The bedroom and the temple's garden. We all know that Thor likes gardening, so just imagine: him sweating under the sun, with all flowers around him and his long red hair up in a ponytail. Girl, I will be horny if I were you, it doesn't surprise me the fact that you two won't always keep your business in the bedroom.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

You two sparring is incredible for him, especially when he makes you think you can overpower him and then roll over, pinning you under its weight. You're too cute under him, he can't help but being all horny and nervous.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Trying something that could hurt you too bad. Thor doesn't know how to control his power and he's madly nervous about doing anything bad to you. You'll have to work on that.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

He prefers receiving, mostly because he wants to feel loved and appreciated. Give him all you got and please him like you never did to another, he's a lot touch starved after all.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Thor wants to go slow thanks to his dimension (which are very remarkable, if we have to be honest). Take all your time in taking him, you're there for a good time, so no need to worry about time: you two got plenty of that.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

He's doesn't really likes quickies. This big boy wants to feel the full experience of fucking you: admire all your movements with attentions, the way your eyes look at him with love and the way your little hands grip the sheet.

R: risk <...DUH>

Yeah, Thor is okay as long as it's not extreme for any of you.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

Oh, boy! All day if he could! This god is strong, I mean, have you seen his muscles? And his fight? He will stop only when you pass out from pleasure.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Naaaah, he doesn't even know what they are, he won't mind trying one of them out on you tho, if you know what I mean-

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

Not so much, the only tease he does is when you're attending a meeting and, totally out of nowhere, he decides to bury his thick cock in you. Making you stay there without moving and with a throbbing pussy. A total torture, indeed.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Only groans leave his mouth as the god thrust into you like a mad man. You will never hear his voice, that means that his shaky breath and soft groans are the only things that tells you if he's enjoing himself or not.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

One time, you decided to suprise him by putting on some cat ears and a butt plug with a tail shape. Turns out he loved it and actually asked you to do it again.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Now, you're a really lucky one because this god is large, like very large. The tip is #edadab and has some vein here and there.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Thor is pretty tame, he will start to feel more horny every time you two fuck. So yeah, just give him a bit of time and he will get the hand of that.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

He doesn't necessarily fall asleep: if he has something to do after, then he will wait for you to fall asleep to then kiss you softly and tuck you in before leaving; if he has no commitment, then he will fall asleep slowly while watching you sleep on him.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #request #shumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok headcanons #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #ror x y/n #snv x reader #snv x you #snv x y/n #ror thor #snv thor #thor x y/n

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 5 months

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Last Updated: 2024-03-15

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Tom Hiddleston stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Against the Odds by holdmytesseract & ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "After a toxic relationship with [you, dive] into the world of acting. No other than Tom Hiddleston, an old crush, turns out to be [your] charming, British co-star. Soon, love blooms and [you start] to heal from [your] past trauma. [However,] life is far from a fairytale and old demons [threaten] to shatter [your happiness]."

✑ One Look and They'll Know by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You go to work on the set of Thor Ragnarok one day and you're greeted with the sight of one Tom Hiddleston on his knees and your coworkers whispering about how he perfected his posture."

✑ Anesthesia￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You are a nurse in the ER Department in [L.A.]. At the start of one of your shifts, you are called in to deal with a stunt gone wrong, the patient, Tom Hiddleston. Tom requires surgery and the anesthesia has some weird side effects on the poor man."

✑ Argument, the by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After a heated argument with her boyfriend, y/n has to go back on set and film a kissing scene with another male actor and Tom isn't too happy.

✑ Best of Friends by just-the-hiddles • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Since meeting on the set of Avengers, Tom and you have been inseparable. So much so that all your friends and costars think you are secretly dating. A photo by Mark brings the situation to a head."

✑ Breaking Down Walls by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The reader has a writing deadline looming but she has hit a roadblock. Tom returns home and helps with a bit of hands on inspiration."

✑ Breathless Desire by bsara100 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "A moment where Tom can't contain the need to feel his lover wrapped in his arms any longer."

✑ But He Loved You by your-highnessmarvel • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "It started slowly. Conspiracy theories. Photoshopped, grotesque, and obviously faked pictures... "

✑ Cabin Get-a-Way by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Tom takes [you] on a cabin get-a-way with plans to propose."

✑ Can We Have One? by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You and Tom have been married for three years now, and things are going great... One day [your best friend] and his wife ask you to babysit there two kids... After the day goes on Tom becomes very attached to the two kids."

✑ Cat is Out of the Bag by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Baby Hiddles is on the way —and the plan was to keep it a secret for as long as somehow possible. But from one day to the next, the news are suddenly spread all over the internet, tabloids and social networks. The question? Who let the cat out of the bag..."

✑ Dark Delights by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Tom has been having late night shooting the new Loki series. When he comes home late at night, he makes a startling discovery about what you dream about at night."

✑ Don't Make a Sound by muddyorbsblr • 14+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood."

✑ Don't Want to Miss a Thing by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Tom arrives home late one night after months gone filming; and realizes how much he really missed his fiancé."

✑ Ending the Discussion by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Despite your boyfriend's continued protests,

✑ Every Step of The Way by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day... Tom comes home to his beloved being all romantic."

✑ Falling Star by mochie85 • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar"

✑ Foolish by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "A date with Sebastian Stan brings your friendship with Tom Hiddleston into a whole new light."

✑ Hide & Seek by holdmytesseract • 16+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come..."

✑ Hotline by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ It's Always the Little Ones by bellesque • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You wake up in the middle of the night to find [Tom] staring adoringly at your cute newborn."

✑ I Have Never by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "[After confessing] that you've never had a positive experience kissing anyone, let alone a good experience doing more than kissing, Tom visits you in your hotel room to rectify that situation."

✑ Liquid Courage by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "When the hotel loses you reservation, you are forced to turn to the last person you would ask for help, Tom. [However,] you are not facing him without a liquid courage, in the form of whiskey."

✑ Luck Be a Lady by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Make It Hard for Me by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "The hotel lost... [Tom's], hotel reservation. So now you are sharing a room. A room with one king sized bed. Add in that you are hopelessly in love with your best friend. This is a recipe for disaster. Tom has a very arousing dream the first night in the room which only further complicates matters."

✑ Mirror on the Wall by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Oh Crap by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "[You've] been best friends with Tom forever and hidden [your] crush on him for nearly as long. The problem with... secrets is they're hard to keep in when you're not in exactly the soundest of mindsets."

✑ On the Wet Marsh by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Tom is away filming the Essex Serpent, you get lonely. Next day, you head down to visit."

✑ One Kiss by bellesque • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Whenever one of you is upset, you and your best friend Tom head to your favorite ice cream parlor to vent and eat your feelings. Usually you feel better afterwards. For some reason, this time, a cone of your favorite flavor and a rant doesn't quite do the trick."

✑ Party's Just Getting Started by angelkurenai •

Summary: {…}

✑ Rumour Has It by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ ∙

Summary: "When Tom’s big love scene comes up, your jealousy bubbles up and threatens to ruin the secret bliss you have created."

✑ Slow Hands by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Tom and you are old friends, but how you wish [you were] more. Tom decides to [have] a quiet birthday with you. [Turns out] a birthday wish and a few beers can change your life."

✑ Stage Kiss by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Starving by lykaonimagines • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "[You deal] with [your] newfound crush on [your] co-star, Tom [Hiddleston]."

✑ Thank You by your-highnessmarvel • 〔A᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: Tom comes to your rescue when one of your Co-star won't take no for an answer.

✑ Unexpected Delivery￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "At 9 months pregnant, [you're hesitant to spend] the holidays in a secluded [mountain chalet]. Tom assures [you] everything will be fine, but when your water breaks and the snow is hip deep, Tom is forced to help deliver your firstborn."

✑ You Can Leave the Hat On by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Tom and [you] are on [your] honeymoon in a tropical paradise. Tom gets a bit tipsy and puts on a bit of the show for his new wife."

✑ A Little Too Short by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ After Party, the by lokispet-blog1 •

✑ Almost Too Late! by lokidokieokie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Best Man, the by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Blue Sweater by mostly-marvel-musings • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Clingy by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Daddy! by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Don't Wait by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ French Toast by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Freshly Mowed Lawn￨Prt. II by jpat82 • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Glasses by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Morning by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ GPS by jpat82 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Heroes and Villains by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Hiddlesbum by tilltheendwilliwrite • 16+ • 〔F᜶E〕 •

✑ Hiddlestons Plural by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ I am Arriving by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I am Yours and Yours Only by your-highnessmarvel • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Missed You by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I've Got You by lokidokieokie • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Wish You Could See by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔C〕 •

✑ Just a Preview by lokispet-blog1 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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⎯ one in nine realms [mini series] “chapter 3”

[masterlist] & [taglist]

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▸summary: making a new friend from the asgard, her journey begin to sprout. finally finding atreus, y/n take a good relief but her inner thoughts and odd feelings she feel about heimdall was becoming dangerous. the bond they hold was growing but none of them was going to admit it. not yet. but new journeys with heimdall begin to bring what is irrepressible; falling in love.

▸wc: 3.1k

▸warnings & tags: heimdall is still as an asshole [he probably will not stop being one], pet names/nicknames, y/n’s old memories, finding atreus, heimdall become a little bit jealous & protective of y/n, a new original character is introduced [hrafn – raven. he is created by me, he is not from the game or norse mythology], new journeys begin with heimdall, touching, closing gaps, staying too close, mind reading. [and one more thing, we will see y/n’s real power on the next chapter. let’s wait a little longer and see how heimdall will react to her power!]

[the gif is mine <3]

“Another!”

An Aesir man shouted for waitress woman, wanting more drink like he wasn’t drunk at all. As much like him, other people from different realms but mostly Aesir ones were in the bar, drinking and chatting with each other. Everyone nearly looked as they didn’t realize your presence. This was something you liked about your magical abilities; hiding your presence from eyes including Heimdall’s apparently. There was no such intention to make yourself invincible to his eyes but outcome of it was good, letting you visit the Asgard. Now, you were using this magic consciously, to get information about the place without making them realize an outsider, you, listening.

It wasn’t an unknown fact that Aesir people protected each other like they protect All Father from any outsider, especially the one who is close to Odin’s enemies.

As you made your way to waitress women, working non-stop but not keeping themselves away from chatting, gossips already came to your ears about your arrival, “Did you here that another guest came to visit All Father?” A woman asked to another while pouring the alcohol to big cups. You found a chair next to them, sitting down with your cloak on, keeping your face away from eyes that will have enough power to realize your presence. You didn’t want to put your stamina to hiding because you need to be careful. There wasn’t any ensure that no one would attack you. You were enemy for some of them already, especially Valkyries.

“Do you know who was she?” Another woman asked, “She looked so confident and they say even Heimdall couldn’t see her arrival!” Her voice was filled with surprise.

“Impossible! They are just making gossips!” Like they weren’t… “All Father’s son sees and hears everything. So, shh! Don’t make him come here.”

“Don’t be afraid! I am sure he has more important things to do than listening us, sister. Also, I can hear things better than him! Listen what I found yesterday –“

As they continued to speak about other things like how this or that’s life changed, clearly gossiping, a man who didn’t look like an Aesir stopped them, “Ladies.” His voice was so clean. A childish tone was showing itself though. “Would you mind pouring your finest drink for me and this beautiful lady right here?”

To your surprise, the man was pointing his finger at you, making sisters turn to your side and feeling a bit odd. They probably thought how they didn’t see you. Who was this stranger? You wondered how he saw you while every other seemed unconscious about your presence. He should have a certain level of power.

One of the sisters started to pour the drink into two cups. You looked at the stranger who was patiently waiting for her.

He had a black hair that looked a little messy but in a charming way. There were red colors in some strands of his hair. A line tattoo went over his one eye that came from head to ear. It wasn’t like a scar but it was making his charming increase. The armor he had was black and red colored too; a simply black pants with a furry jacket with a tight grip on the top. He had arrows and a bow on his back and some bottles on his belt with different shining colors, possible elixirs. Even if he didn’t have a huge body, it was clear that the man had a great power of strength.

He took cups gently, thanking the lady, and joined to your table, sitting on the chair right next to you. He left a good gap between your bodies to not disturb you. He was gentle and curious.

“Can I have the name of yours my lady?” He asked, giving you a cup with full of wine.

You had doubt to say it but you were curious about him too. “Y/n.” You said finally. “And you?”

He smiled, charming enough to make to blink rapidly, “Hrafn,” Raven. A name that fits perfectly. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

You smirked playfully. He was fun. You could spend time with him. He would be the one who will give information about the realm and people on it.

“If this is the case,” You put your forefinger to your chin, acting like you were thinking about it, “How about go away?”

He chuckled, “We both know you don’t want me to go,” He showed others, “Or are you willing to spend time with them?” The direction he showed you was filled with man who had a white skin, purple eyes and a black line on their eyes. When you saw their eyes you thought how their eyes couldn’t match with Heimdall’s. It wasn’t the color or sparkle that made purple eyes looking magnificent. It was the fact that Heimdall have them and no other person had the aura of them like Heimdall did.

What were you thinking?! You asked to yourself. Why you were thinking about him? He was no longer here. He should be someone you want to forget, not the one you remember over and over again and feel good about it.

To clean your mind, you turned to Hrafn. “So, will you tell me why you are here?”

He took a spin from his drink, “Why wouldn’t I? It is not common for an outsider Goddess to visit the Asgard, especially when there is a chaos at our door?”

You surprised. He had knowledge.

“I didn’t see you before, did I?” You asked. Knowing your identity was nearly impossible. You really felt curious. How come he learned about you?

He smiled again, “No, not at all. It would be unforgettable for me if we met.” He sounded honest. “I saw your arrival and wanted to meet. I know you from Midgard. The first time you entered the realm, I was there to see the falling.”

“Oh,” You tried so hard to immerse old memories; first time you left Odin’s side, went to all realms and excluding from Vanaheim because of your relationship with Odin. Then, you fell to Midgard, like a sun fell from the sky, as they said. With your time being there, you learned to hide your identity in order to avoid another situation that happened Vanaheim. Then, when you met Freya who was like your sister now, and she helped Vanir Gods to know you, letting you enter the realm. “I see.” That was all you could tell.

He stayed silent for a moment. Then, his hand touched yours, “It’s okay.” He said with a calming voice tone. “Everything passed. The remaining pain will be calmed down with good memories you will make in your future.”

Listening him was making your pain go away a little bit. He understood your pain an you were glad his intentions to make you feel good.

“Thank you.” You smiled, “You are –“

“Someone who like put one's oar in.”

Heimdall’s voice cut your sentence. He was right behind you, so close to your back. His top armor’s edges were touching to your back from time to time while he continued his speech, “I didn’t know your job was to drink Hrafn.” His voice was playful but stimulating at the same time. Using his superiority, he was trying to make Hrafn be sorry to be in here, with you.

“It’s my free time, Heimdall.” Hrafn said, “Nothing seemed wiser than pending it with a wonderful woman like y/n.” He looked at you, a smile on his charming face. He was confident. I liked that, you thought. He sure wasn’t an Aesir God. You wanted to learn about him more but Heimdall’s sudden movement which was to sit between the two of you, closer to your side, made you dizzy. His intentions were unclear, again.

“A drink!”

Another cup found its place on Heimdall’s hands, a foamy bear. He began to drink it effortlessly, not being affected by the alcohol.

“So,” He turned to Hrafn, “What was your job again?”

How people of Aesir who see him all day and night endure Heimdall? Maybe, he was good to his people but not for you. That was the thing he should realize; every mortal and God meant same. They all had equal value for the realms, not one superior than other. Arrogant would be the death of him, eventually. You could see this but maybe – You thought, a dangerous idea but – maybe he could see the realms clearly. Real foresight. Not the one that shut by the love of Odin. He should learn the reality with feeling a honest love. He needed it. The question was that who would love him entirely and who he would love as much as he loved his father.

“It’s protecting the realm.”

“I see.” He smiled, “I believe you are doing your job very well?” The question sounded more like a statement to warm Hrafn to take his job seriously rather than staying here to chat with you. Heimdall clearly didn’t want you to have friends in here. The reason behind this was unknown though. There could be so many reasons. The God was unpredictable.

Clearing his throat, Hrafn stand up, bowing to your side, “I need to go back but we will meet again.”

Heimdall chuckled sarcastically, “Are you intent to meet an outsider, worker? Do you know how she can mean danger to the realm you had to protect?”

“I –“ Hrafn tried to say but from what you saw, he was really having difficult time to repulse Heimdall’s provocations.

You smiled to him, “My wish is the same Hrafn.”

Your help and words made him smile widely. The man’s wanting to spend time with you wasn’t a secret anymore. It would be nice to have a chance to speak with him before leaving the Asgard, so, this was a promise too.

“I am glad.” With this, Hrafn left you two alone, vanishing from the bar that was half-empty now. Heimdall’s sudden arrival must make them leave for work.

As Hrafn left the table, Heimdall said ‘huh’ under his breaths.

Returning to finish your drink, you kept your eyes on the wall in front of you, not wanting to look into his purple eyes. Those eyes were giving odd impulses to every part of your body.

After keeping silent for a certain time, Heimdall looked at you, not moving from your side for even a bit. He was so close and his skin burning gazes wasn’t helping. You could felt these piercing gazes on your face and body. He had no shame. He was clearly peeking at you. Annoying.

Then, why aren’t you stopping him? – Your inner side asked, mischievously.

“A good question.” Heimdall said, with a big smirk on his face.

You turned to him, lowering your head to left, “I can punch you right now. You know it, right?”

His smirk grew, “I would like to see you trying sunshine.”

You furrowed, ready to punch him but a delicate voice that you missed to hear came from outside.

“I think we make a good team with Thor, don’t you think?! He was a bit angry at me but we found the piece.”

Atreus!

The boy you loved most was near to the bar, so, you rushed to outside, following his voice’s remaining tracks. It was a magic you put on Atreus after losing him in a huge forest. Magic was allowing you to hear Atreus if you were on the same realm. His voice was coming from another home-like place on the right side of the near area. You literally run towards it, rushed to inside, and there he was. Staying in a room with an open door, reliving his little body to sight of you. Rushing inside, you shouted happily, “Atreus!”

The first time he saw you, the shock filled his cute face. Then, he smiled happily too. Opening his arms, he welcomed you, “Y/n!”

As you hugged his back and his to your abdomen, you felt peace and happiness. Relief was the first feeling you had the most. Atreus was here, with you and he was safe.

You broke the hug, kneeling on one knee in front of him, you said, “You gave me a heart attack young man!”

His guilt was reading from his face, making you sad but he should learn to behave well, not going from this realm to that. Atreus was important for you, he was the one who wanted to save you in the first place, with his father of course but the boy had a pure heart. He was someone deserve a great happiness, and a good life. That was something you wanted to give him, alongside with his father and friends of course.

“What were you thinking?” You asked.

He looked at the room, not ready to meet with your eyes, “I was trying to help father, us and others.” He turned to you finally, “And I am already helping! Look,” He showed a wooden mask, have a missing pieces, to you. “I found a piece, with Thor of course! Odin sent us to seek for its pieces. He trusts me, Y/n.”

Oh, little one, how pure you are to believe in Odin. – You thought. He was so innocent. Everyone could take advantage of his good intentions but you were here to make sure his safety, so, you could kick back every living thing who try to hurt him, even killing them was an option which you could take without questioning.

“We will discuss about all these things, Atreus.” You caressed his hair, “But at home.”

His happy face turned to sad one, “No, Y/n,” He said, “I want to help them. If you are here to bring me back, then, you should go.”

He turned his back to you. It was so hard to get along with a teenager but you would try.

“Hey,” You touched his shoulder, gently, “Look at me.” He turned to you, hope in his eyes. “I am here to accompany you for whatever you want to do but we need to go back. Your father is worried about you, Atreus, so do others. Do you want them to be sad?”

“No, of course not!”

“We will finish what you started here, finding other pieces. Then, we will return.” You hold his arms, “Got it?”

He nodded, “Yeah, got it.” Both of you hugged again, finding good feelings from each others’ presences. “But promise me one thing,” He said, breaking the hug, “You will not tell my father anything ‘till we are back.”

You nodded, “Okay. Deal.” You smiled at him, “You have a new sword, huh? Cool.”

“Right!?” He said happily, showing you moving sword, “Its name is Ingrid. Understands me.” He looked at it, “Right, Ingrid?” The sword made a move like a nodding.

As you both laughed, Heimdall’s voice cut your moment, again.

“Oh, what a wonderful reunion!” He was relying to the door’s surface, arms tied. “Two outsiders at once! I probably should kick you but,” He looked at you, “All Father wants to keep you longer. So behave and don’t make me show my other side.”

You rolled your eyes, “If you don’t like us, why are you on our side all the time?”

He put his forefinger to his chin, “You see, I don’t trust you.” He pointed at you, “I am not here for the half-breed. I am here to watch you. Closely.”

You put your arm in front of Atreus, standing up, “And if you continue to call him that you no longer will have eyes to watch.”

Heimdall’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, studying your hidden power. The looking lasted longer enough to make your body burn in both annoyance and shy. His gazes – they were burning your skin. If this was something he had as ability, you didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he made you feel; weaker. No, your strength wasn’t weakening; it was your heart and body. They began to feel shy and torrid.

“Anyway,” Heimdall said after a long silence, “All Father wants to see the boy.”

Atreus looked at you, taking your approval; he left the room, going to meet with Odin. Not wanting him to be alone anymore, you moved to leave the room but as you came closer to Heimdall, straightening himself, he stopped right in front of you. He put his hands on the left and right side of the door, blocking your way out with all of his body.

“No, no, sunshine.” He said, lowering down his head to came closer to your face, flushed with pink. “You are with me.”

You didn’t step back, instead, because of your stubbornness; you lifted your head higher, making your noses nearly touching each other. “You're too close for someone who wants to get rid of me. Don’t you think?”

He touched your cheek, giving you a shock wave, but in a good way, to your dislike. You didn't know where he got the strength to touch you because no one could even raise a hand towards you against your will. But him – Heimdall was touching you without asking for a permission and you didn’t have a strength to push him back. Not this time. What the hell was going out with you? He was like an enemy, not an ally. You should beat him to death but a strong side of you felt good for his touching. Why?

As questions, remained unanswered, were moving on your head, Heimdall spoke, “I am not the one who enjoys other’s company.”

Using his mind reading ability, he showed how he saw you entirely. The man who was caressing your cheek now was the only person who acknowledged both your heart and mind. It was dangerous. You had to go, leave the Asgard, to a realm in which Heimdall’s hearing ability could not reach. If he would keep reading it, he would see who you really are.

While a side of you wanted him to get know you better, your logical side made you take a step back.

“Leave me alone.”

He smirked but not that cocky one but real one. Like he was truly enjoying these moments.

“I can not. We have to visit a realm together.” He said, showing you the way to outside, “All Father said the realm would give something you no longer have but sought for non-stop. Here,” He threw a paper to you. It had nothing on it. “It will appear once we visit the realm, as All Father said,” He began to walk. “So, follow me.”

“Where we are going?” You asked while trying to understand Odin’s motive behind this and the item you sought for non-stop. Was it –

“To Muspelheim.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Reaching Out

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 2011

"We need to go get Thor," Hogun said

"It is treason." Sif pointed out

"We will need Astri as well. I'm sure Thor will wonder if she does not come." Volstagg said

"And how do you propose we get her? She lives practically under Loki's thumb. I'd bet he has guards watching her 24/7, reporting to him if she even so much as breaks a nail." Fandral pointed out, "I love Astri as much as all of you but she has always been closest with Loki. Getting her to go against his orders will be impossible."

"Astri is her own woman. She can do as she pleases, Loki does not hold her back." Sif defended, knowing her friend had defied the trickster many times in the past.

"We should not speak so loudly of treason. Heimdall might be listening." Fandral said

The doors opened to a guard entering.

"Heimdall demands your presence." The guard says "He also commands you to leave Astri here."

Sif followed the Warriors Three towards the Bifrost. They passed the library as they exited the castle. Oh how easy it would be to call to her friend who was most likely buried in a book on magic or histories of the surrounding realms. She cast one more look at the doors to the library before continuing, Astri would be fine, everyone in the castle knew Loki was enamored with her. Well, everyone except Astri and Loki who had been dancing around each other for hundreds of years.

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Astri closed the book on mind linking with a heavy sigh. She was learning all sorts of new methods she hadn't been able to try since her and Loki's fight. She had reached out and tried to see what he was doing with his day but there was nothing. Sure, she could feel his presence and that he was alive but he never let her in to see exactly what he was doing or where he was.

Odin's room was quiet when Astri entered. Frigga was asleep by his side, her head resting on the golden frame of the bed. Her queen's dedication to her husband was admirable, Astri hoped to one day have someone to devote herself to the way Frigga did Odin. She sat down on the other side of Odin's bed frame. He looked rather peaceful as he lay there as still as a corpse. She was never close to Odin, he had preferred to spend more time with Thor and Loki, mainly Thor, when they were children. Still, there were moments when he had acted as her father figure and not just as her king. Astri smiled as she remembered the time he had chased her first boyfriend off after he had disrespected Astri's combat skills.

"Are you ever going to wake again? Loki sits on your throne and I fear he might just plunge us all into war." Astri softly said, her back turned to the sleeping Allfather.

The large fire on the wall behind them crackled as Astri observed the ornate door that the Allfather had. Golden flowers and vines adorned its metalwork. She would hear Frigga shifting behind her, breaking the peacefulness of the room.

"Astri." Frigga said, her voice laced with worry, "Get up. Get Loki, bring him here now."

Astri turned to Frigga, she was confused as to why they needed Loki who was on her last nerve. Frigga opened her mouth to explain but the crackle of the fire was replaced with the hiss of ice forming and taking over the beautiful door Astri had admired. Said doors nearly went flying from the frame when two huge Frost Giants stalked into the room. One of them Astri recognized from their impromptu trip to Jotunheim with Thor.

Frigga made the first move as she cut at one of the Frost Giant's legs with a sword. His large hand swooped at her before she could make her next move and she went flying across the room.

"A child guards the King of Asgard." the one Astri was sure was Laufey, Loki's birth father said.

Laufey pointed at her and his soldier came charging at her, ice sword drawn. He was quick but Astri was quicker. She let a sharp burst of power shoot from her hands, and the Frost Giant went flying into the large fire behind him. Screams of horror filled the room as he tried to get up, the fire hissed as his cool temperature began to put it out.

"I don't think so," Astri said, directing her magic so the fire would roar once more.

The frost giant screamed in pain as he burned to death, Astri's magic fueling the flames and keeping him from getting up.

"Know that your death came at the hands of Laufey."

Shit. She forgot all about Laufey. She quickly turned to see him ready to kill the Allfather. A sharp blast stopped her from making her move to burn Laufey to death like his friend.

"And your death came at the son of Odin."

Loki! Astri had never been so glad to see him and his giant helmet-clad self.

"You saved him!" Frigga exclaimed, rushing to hug her son

" I swear to you Mother, they will pay for this." Loki promised before looking at Astri, " Are you alright?"

Astri nodded glancing back at the charred body of the Frsot Giant she had killed. Loki's eyes widened at the sight, looking back and forth between the girl he hadn't factored into his plans and the freshly dead body. Astri could sense a comment coming from his mouth but the doors burst open again and Astri immediately turned, ready to burn another giant for daring to harm her family. Instead, she was met with a newly restored Thor, hammer and all.

"Thor!" She smiled as Frigga ran to her eldest, embracing him

Astri hugged him as well as he entered the room fully. He seemed distracted as he glared at Loki, not focused on reunions at all.

"Have you told them? How you sent the destroyer to kill our friends, to kill me?" Thor asked

Astri looked at Loki whose face seemed to paint the perfect picture of guilt. It couldn't be. Loki wouldn't. He had never been close with Sif and the warriors and Thor was a whole different story but he wouldn't try to kill them right? Her Loki was good, he had just saved Odin from certain doom for crying out loud.

"I must have been following Father's last command," Loki said, his spear raised, ready to defend against Thor.

Astri looked at Frigga who was distraught, looking between her two sons who were ready to tear each other apart.

"You're a talented liar, brother." Thor mocked

"It's good to have you home. Now I must destroy Jotunheim." Loki said

Before anyone could blink, Loki had Gungnir let out a strong blast. sending Thor through the walls and out of the castle. Astri gasped and ran to the hole Thor had left in Odin's room. Loki was moving quickly to the doors and she ran to block him.

"Tell me he's lying." She commanded, "Tell me that Thor's words of you trying to kill him was all some sick joke you dreamed up."

Loki's answer was only silence as he stared at her. Astri felt her eyes well with tears as she punched at his chest.

"How could you?" She cried angrily as Loki caught her hands in his.

"I have my reasons. I'll let you know all of them when I reach my goals, I promise." Loki said letting her go.

"And what of the Frost Giants today and on Thor's coronation? Did you have a hand in that?" She asked wiping at her eyes.

"How else would they have gotten into Asgard? Heimdall certainly didn't let them in." He said before stepping around her and walking away

Astri couldn't believe what he had just admitted. She knew Loki was one for tricks and mischief but attempting cold-blooded murder? She never dreamed he'd do all of this just for the throne. She raced after him as he moved quickly down the hall.

"You're a traitor!" She shouted "A monster!"

Loki froze when the words left her mouth and Astri couldn't tell if she regretted it. All she knew was that she couldn't let him destroy Jotunheim over a conflict he had organized all by himself. Her moral compass outweighed her guilt as her magic flew at Loki. It hit him in his back and he fell to the ground, hard. Astri walked to him as he pulled himself up.

"What are you doing?" He seethed, angry that she had knocked him down

"Saving innocent lives." She said, ready to let another blast free at any moment

"So am I. They would have rebelled eventually! Do you want to see Asgardian children frozen where they stand? Dead because of a war I can prevent?" Loki asked

"You don't know that!" Astri argued

"You're just like everyone else. You don't see the bigger picture. Don't you get it? I'm not doing this for a throne. Why do you think I saved Odin?" Loki questioned

"You do a lot of things that don't make sense to me. " Astri said, ready to knock him down again

"They will, soon," Loki said sincerely

Astri hadn't expected Loki's fist to come at her as fast as it did but by the time she had registered it, it was too late. A loud crunch of her bones was all she heard before everything went dark.

Months later, Asgard 2011

Astri had spent the past months bored. The castle she had grown up in sometimes felt like a prison rather than a home. Her face had healed up perfectly after Loki had knocked her out. The break in her nose had been clean, calculated almost and the healers that helped her said there'd be no issues with it in the future. Now, she spent her days reading, training with Sif, and talking with Thor who felt Loki's absence just as much as she did.

"So this mortal of yours, she's what Midgard calls a scientist?" Astri asked in between bites of food.

She and Thor had begun eating dinner together each night, something she used to do with Loki.

"Yes. She's quite brilliant. Heimdall says she's searching for me." Thor replied

Astri sadly smiled. Ever since Thor had destroyed the Bifrost, traveling had been completely cut and the only way to see into other worlds was through Heimdall. Sure, Loki had his secret passages but had never bothered to share them with anyone.

"And what of that fellow you've been meeting with, in the markets?" Thor asked

Astri blushed at his words. She had thought she was being more secretive about that.

"It's nothing. I think I just need to talk to someone that isn't you, Sif, or Frigga." She waved him off

"Well, you ought to tell him that. Those flowers he sent to your chambers the other day are telling a different tale." Thor laughed

"When the hell did you become so observant?" Astri groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"I've always been like this...I'm just that good." Thor explained

"How is it you go to Midgard and come back more humble yet somehow weirder?" Astri asked

"What do you mean I've always been like this." He shrugged

Gods Thor was going to actually drive Astri insane one day.

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Astri had bid Thor goodnight after they finished eating. She was feeling tired after all her training with Sif today. Her friend never pulled her punches and thanks to that Astri was sure she'd have bruised on her skin for the next century. Beyond her physical exertion, Astri had a routine each night. It would start with a warm bath, followed by letting Drifa help her oil her hair while they talked about their lives. Drifa did most of the speaking since she had met a wonderful woman recently and were seeing each other. Astri supplied the doom and gloom to the conversation by often bringing up how tired she was of the calm that had followed Loki's demise. Following all of that, Astri would sit on top of her bed and search for him. For Loki.

"Tonight, I'll find you." She whispered to herself and closed her eyes.

She always tried to remain hopeful but there was nothing but darkness as usual. Whatever was left of Loki, if he was even alive was unreachable to her.

"Please. Just a glimpse." She pleaded to her empty room

A sharp pain fluttered across her face, followed by a flash of unbearable heat. Murmured voices joined the fray as Astri tried to focus on what she was feeling and hearing. Was this Loki? Or had she accidentally ended up in someone else's mind? Darkness was all she could see but whoever was speaking, their voice grew clearer the more she focused. Pained gasps followed another hot flash of something that felt as though her mind was melting.

"Do it again. He can handle it."

And so we have reached the end of the first Thor movie. If you take a quick look at the summary for this story you will see that I have added warnings for this story. I do suggest going to the masterlist of this story to read them. I have decided to change that and it will include both smut (hehe everyone's fave ) and suicidal/self-harm scenes. Material like this will be marked and have individual warnings when it pops up.

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thedevilsoftruth · 8 months

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All I Have ~ Loki x Fem!reader

Warning; MAJOR,MAJOR,MAJOR, INFINITY WAR AND THOR RAGNAROK SPOILERS PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THEM!!!! Smut, Alcohol mentions, Ragnarok/ dom Loki, loss of virginity, major character death, oral ( f receiving ) Minors dni

Summary: After the fall of Asgard, you and Loki get to mourn the people you lost.

Notes; I watched Infinity war and endgame for the first time a few nights ago and I am depression, so I thought what better way to cope with that than to make a really sad smutshot!? Enjoy!!!

Word count: 3k

Read time: 12 minutes

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Loki had been your best friend for centuries, you both fought by each others side and often trained a lot together. You two were thick as thieves, and a lot of your good memories were with him. But little had you known that tonight your way of viewing one of the closest people to you would change forever.

But finally you were able to get to sit down with your friends after a long day of trying to save the people of Asgard. Althought Asgard was completely destroyed, at least you still had the people. You, Thor and Loki were sitting on a couch together in the ship and drinking booze to try to think happy after everything that happened.

“ and then he turned back and was like, “ aha it’s me! “ and then he stabbed me— do you remember that, brother? “ Thor wheezed, smacking Lokis shoulder in the process. Thor had already told this story today, but he had to admit it was great. Loki’s lips twitched a bit like he were trying to hold in the laugh. You laughed along with them, your mind a bit fuzzy from the booze. Loki hadn’t been drinking much, which was surprising since he loved it as much as Thor did.

“ how about that time you tried to push me off the roof, brother!? yeah? “ Thor wheezed again, Loki couldn’t hold it in anymore and hollered with laughter. The small room was filled with the sounds of you three laughing like all was good. Soon the laughter died out and Thor stood up.

“ I’m going to try and get a little nap in. “ he sighed. you had to admit, the man needed it. You and Loki smiled at him and nodded.

“ Have fun, you two. “ he said with a slight smile before walkig out of the room and closing the door behind himself.

Loki turned to look at you and smiled.

“ Shall we continue the party, darling? “ he asked with a wicked grin. You knew that meant he had something Mischievous in mind. Oh but you didn’t know if you could stay any longer, you were getting tired as well.You simply shook your head.

“ Oh, I’m not so sure. I should probably leave “ You raised yourself from the couch but he put his hand on top of yours, taking you off guard.

“ Stay with me. “ He pulled you back down on the couch with him and looked at you with somber eyes. His hand brushed your cheek gently, his eyes staring into yours. He leaned in with you, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly. At first you didn’t feel anything until you begun to follow along into the kiss. You had never felt feelings for him, but maybe he felt for you. He pulled away slowly, his thumb caressing your cheekbone softly.Your face was flushed red. His eyes were watery now, his hand falling back down to his side.

“ please. “ the words came out of his mouth under his breath so lightly it was like the cold breeze on a warm summer day. You nodded your head and got comfortable in your seat again.

“ Very well. I guess I don’t really have anywhere else to go. “ You said, feeling your tears building back up again. Loki nodded, knowing what you were feeling and rubbing your hand comfortingly.

“ you know, we never really had our time to truly grieve for the ones we lost today. “ he said, still smiling despite shedding a tear himself. Your head felt heavy, tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“ I just— I saw my whole family die before my eyes today. “ You spoke through sobs, your nose burning as you recalled the memories you wished weren’t true. Loki’s hand went to your back and pulled you into his warm embrace. He gave the top of your head a kiss and he sniffed quietly.

“ Thors all I have left. “ he said with a shaky laugh. You felt tears rushing harder. Your chest felt like it was being blocked off and you could barely breathe.

“ I don’t have anything left. “ you sobbed into his chest. You were probably getting his shirt wet from your snot and tears but you didn’t care. Loki hummed and sniffed again.

“ That’s not entirely true, love. “ he spoke, running his hand through your hair gently. You looked up at him with a raised brow.

“ You have me. I’m here for you. “ he said, looking down at you with the kindest eyes you had ever seen. something deep inside those eyes were filled with such loss and sadness, it made you want to cry even more of that was possible. It was odd because you had never seen Loki genuinely cry.

You chortled through your sobs and buried your face in his chest again. His hand ran up and down your back soothingly, making you melt further into his embrace.

“ Thank you, Loki. “you choked out, your voice muffled by his armored chest. He chuckled and pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“ it’s obvious but… “ He took his hand off yours and used it to lift your chin to force your gaze up to him. “ I love you, y/n. “ and with that his lips crashed with yours again, except this time more rough. His hands wrapped around your waist and moved your body backwards, making you lay down on your back as he hovered above you. His tongue slid into your mouth, dancing with yours like some somber tango. His hands reached underneath your long layered skirt and moved it down to your waist so he could position himself between you nicely. He pulled his mouth away from your so you both could catch your breaths.

“ I l- love you too, Loki. “ you panted, your cheeks sticky and wet from the dried tears. His lips curled back into that familiar smile.

“ watch this. “ he said lowly, the with the flash of green he was magicked out of his clothes. You chuckled, of course he was going to do that. Your eyes wondered every part of his naked form, admiring his every curve and muscle. His hand then went on your chest and his lips pecked yours once again.

“ and this. “ he spoke with a grin. you opened your eyes to see that you were naked as well. You whimpered at the sudden coldness hitting your bare body.

“ Loki what if someone comes in? “ you asked, covering your chest at the thought of it. Loki shook his head and laughed.

“ we’re fine, darling. the door is locked. “ Loki said nonchalantly, lowering his head in between your thighs, making you blush madly. Loki smirked and kissed your lower abdomen gently. His warm breath on your skin was sending shocks through your body.

“ do you want to see real magic though? “ Loki’s voice was low and gravely as he looked at your through his brows. You looked at him curiously, tilting your head a bit. He chuckled, his lips trailing from your stomach to the wet mess in between your thighs. You gasped and clasped your hand to your mouth as his greedy mouth made contact with your mound. His warm tongue explored your folds as his hands rested comfortably on the back of your thighs. You started to buck your hips up a little as he kissed you deeper, making you moan louder and louder with each blissful movement. His lips sucked and licked your clit with his oh so talented tongue, making you feel pleasure like no other. Having this happen after all the tears put everything off your mind, which is just what the both of you needed. Maybe Loki was the one who you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with. You had hoped this would be something more taht just one night and he truly meant he loved you. His tongue was certainly saying so.

He lifted your leg and placed it across his shoulders and continued to eat at you hungrily, moving the tip of his tongue in circles around your throbbing bud. You gripped his hair curly as the waves of ecstasy washed over you like a tsunami. The tips of his lips pecked your clit, his tongue peeking out again to dance with your wet folds. He gave your wetness one last kiss before rising himself back up to kiss your lips.

“ Are you sure you want me to take you? “ Loki said breathless as he pulled away. His head dropped into your neck and begun pecking at it lightly.

“ I am certain. Please be my first, Loki. “ You whispered, tugging at his long inky curls. He leaned in to kiss your lips again, you could feel his smile through the kiss like this moment was all he had wanted. He groaned into your mouth his hands pulled yours out of his hair, intertwining your fingers with his in the process. His lips trailed back down to your neck again as his erect length came into contact with your aching entrance. His pace started off a bit slow and leisured, his hips rocking against yours like a beautiful tempo. Moans escaped your lips, your hips bucking upwards in anticipation as he gave you just what you needed. Pleasure was washing over you intensely, your fingers were curling into Lokis skin as a way to cling onto something. The room was beginning to get hot and your bodies rubbed together passionately.

Loki moaned into your neck, both of your breaths beginning to get ragged. He rose up and grabbed the top cushion of the white couch, his pace increasing and becoming rougher with each thrust.

“ oh f-fuck, min kjære.. “ he moaned, his head cranked back and his eyes shut tight while pumping wildly into you. You cried loudly and arched your back, feeling him inching closer to the spot you so needed him to hit. He let go of your hand and gripped the cushion beneath you both, propelling his memeber into you briskly. Your lips met his again, but this time it was sloppy and needy while your fingernails dug into the skin of his back. You clung onto him like he was your only support, your legs wrapping around his waist to deepen his thrusts. The feeling was pure bliss. This was nothing like you had felt before, nothing you had ever experienced. But you felt lucky. making love with a Prince who you not only didn’t know you loved into now, but who also loves you and knows you better than anyone else in this world. Your bond with him was strong and now you felt closer to him than ever.

“ Loki, I’m so- ah! c-close! “ you moaned, your head toy lying back and your eyes rolling to the back of you head as he brought you closer to heaven. You didn’t think you could take it anymore. You grabbed his shoulders and flipped your positions so you were on top. Loki chuckled, his hands going to your hips as you frantically rolled them forward and back on his waist.

“ oh, y/n… “ he sighed out in ecstasy as you bounced and rocked against his pulsating length. His hands slipped down to your ass and grabbed it firmly as you rode him like it was the last thing you could do. He moaned and flipped you back on the bottom, his hardness hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and making you scream in elation. Your chest heaved up and down rapidly, your body shaking as a burning sensation grew inside you. Loki felt it too.

“ Come for me, min kjære. Drip all over me as much as you need to. “ he groaned, kissing your lips hungrily while his blistering pumps never tried out. And just like that, your orgasm hit and shocks of pleasure went through your whole body and made you quiver. You shuddered while the warm liquid discharged your sopping cunt, staring into Loki’s eyes while doing so. The release made you felt empty, yet so complete. But Loki wasn’t entirely finished. He smirked and patted your thighs.

“ Legs up, baby. “ He panted with a smile on his face, his voice low and laced with desire. You whimpered and weakly moved your legs in the air. He grabbed the back of your calf’s and pulled them over his broad shoulders, his length still buried deep within you. With just one simple move of his cock, he was able to make you scream louder than before. Your cunt was stretched and dripping, sensitive and prone to relase again if he continued to push you over the edge. Your eyes didn’t want to open, but you knew he was staring at you with a mischievous smirk.

“ oh gods, look at you. “ he chuckled as he began rocking his hips again. You moaned loudly and cried out as he hit that spot again. You gripped his forearms, your nails digging into his skin while his pace built back up. Your chest was shaking as it heaved up in down, you felt like you couldn’t breathe from the intensity of the moment. His name left your mouth like a soft melody to his ears, his skin smacking against yours and his memeber rubbing against your cunt and creating loud wet noises.

“ keep moaning like that, baby. “ he breathed, clenching your soft thig harshly while he thrashed against you. You cried, feeling that burning sensation again as he drove recurrently into your sweet spot.

“ ha— L-Loki I’m gonna cum again! D-don’t stooop..“ You moaned, your head tilting back as you screamed and cried in orgasmic bliss. Loki growled and with one final thrust, he came undone into your soaking cunt, filling you up and coating your cunt from deep within your core. You also reached your second peak around his shaft, adding to the mess. The second you came, your body fell limp and he let go of your legs.

“ good girl. “ he praised, pecking your trembling lips. Your legs were shaking and your body was convulsing from the intensity. You looked at him with wide eyes, still trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. He slowly pulled out, making more of your mixed orgasms spill out if you. You both panted and laid there for a moment, kissing and holding hands silently. You felt your nose burning and you started crying again. As much as you were happy, you were also still very sad from earlier.

“ I love you, Loki. Please don’t leave me too, just promise me you’ll stay with me until death parts us. “ You whimpered softly, tears rolling down your soft cheeks again. Loki looked at you with wide eyes, feeling a tight sensation in his chest that he had never felt before. He nodded with a warm smile, his pale nose now red as he felt his eyes getting watery as well.

“ yes, yes, of course. I profoundly promise you from the bottom of my heart, that I will never leave you no matter the circumstances. “ he said, pulling your hand in and giving your skin a gentle kiss. With a flash of green, he used his magic to clothe your bodies. Loki had never genuinely fallen in love with someone, he had dated multiple people in his very long life but he had never fallen this hard. But those eyes he gave you. He looked at you a way he never looked at anyone, those soft and kind green eyes that looked at you with a smile despite seeing everything that it had seen in the past.

You sniffed and your thumb brushed his cheek gently.

“ My prince, “ you whispered through a smile. He sniffed and chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

“ My queen, “ he responded with a chuckle, knowing he had done better than you. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, your fingers moving to tangle around his dark hair as his head lowered down to peck your sternum. His warm breath tickled your skin, his soft lips abrading your breasts. You made a small noise as his lips sucked on your skin harsh enough it was sure to leave a mark. But the passion of the moment was quickly broken up when there was a loud crash from afar followed by the sounds of screaming. Lokis head shot up from your chest, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

“ Loki, what was that? “ you asked, your head looking around the room as if you would find the answers there. He shook his head, but it all happened too quickly. There was a loud frantic pound at the door.

“ Brother! Asgards under attack, Brother! “ Thors panicked voice yelled from the other side of the door. You stared at Loki in horror as he immediately got off you and rushed to the door. You had never seen him so scared in his life, it was almost like he knew why and how this was happening. He gave you once last glance as you stood up and rushed for him.

“ Loki what’s going on? “ you asked, utterly terrified as you grabbed his arm and tried to stop him. A tear ran down his cheek and he wiped away your own tears with his thumb.

“ I don’t know, darling but I need you to stay here. “ He said, his voice strong but with an undertone of fear. You felt your heart racing, you didn’t want anything happening to him or your people. You shook your head and sobbed.

“ no, no, no let me go with you! “ you said, holding his hand in your own while as he stared at the door and then back at you.

“ no, I can’t have anything happening to you. please just stay here. “ he said, giving your forehead a quick kiss as his hand pulled on the door handle.

“ Loki, don’t leave me— “ He kissed your lips one last time before quickly turning away.

“ I promise you I will come back for you. Please just stay here, darling. “ But that promise would never be fulfilled, Loki wouldn’t be coming back for you.

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min kjære ~ my dear or my love

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Thor x F!Reader

Summary: After fighting to save Asgard, Thor comes home to you.

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), finger fucking, somnophilia, fluff

It’s never too late to post a story for SLUTTY Saturday even when it’s already Sunday here, then it could be for SINFUL Sunday hahaha Events are taken after Ragnarok and I’d like to believe that in this AU, Asgard was saved. I do ask for your kindness for this is my first attempt at writing this hunk of a man.

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“Kitten?”

Thor slides Mjolnir, disguised as an umbrella, down his grasp and carefully lays it down beside the shoe rack by the front door. Your apartment is dark except for the single lamp cascading a dim light throughout the living room. From that alone, he knows that he would find you sleeping soundly in your room.

He slips off his hoodie and grapes it at the back of the couch, toeing off his boots after then walking towards your room. The door is ajar and he slowly takes a peek, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile when he sees you on the bed, his cape draped across your body.

Oh, how he’s missed you. All those times he was running around New York then Asgard and finding himself on a strange planet, he kept thinking of you. That he had to finish the mission thrown at him in order for him to go back home and be with you again.

And he’s succeeded. And he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and hold you, hopefully, to never let go.

Pushing the door wide, he walks in, making sure to keep quiet so as to not wake you. He stands at the side of your bed, his eyes admiring your face; lashes fanning your cheeks, parted lips as you breathe softly, how his cape accentuates the curves of your body that he can’t help but reach down and slowly pull down the fabric, revealing the treasure that awaits him underneath.

His eyes grow wide as he sees you wearing the silk night dress he bought you. The gold shimmering against the moonlight shining through the window and he tries his best to hold himself, to not pounce on you so soon. No. He wants to relish this moment, to ease himself in before devouring you completely.

He drops his shirt on the floor, jeans and socks following after, his hand reaching down to palm his growing erection through his boxers. He urges himself to be gentle as he goes to kneel on the mattress, not wanting to jostle the bed and belatedly wake you from your slumber.

Leaning over he trails kisses down your arm, lips pressing down onto your knuckles before inching lower land on on your clothed pelvis. He inhales sharply when he sees your bare thighs, his hand reaching over to push the fabric up your waist and hissing through gritted teeth when he comes face to face with your panties.

Thor doesn’t waste anymore time, feeling the waves of desire wash over him, dulling his senses, that he moves to spread your legs apart, leaning over to press his nose against your clothed cunt and inhaling deeply, relishing in your scent that he’s deeply missed.

One kiss to your pussy turns into two, then three and he dares to push the flimsy fabric to the side exposing your heat before running the pad of his tongue flat against your folds. The unconscious moan you release is music to his ears, that he does it again before rolling the tip of his tongue against your clit, finally tasting you once again.

“Thor—” You call out his name and he looks up, only to be surprised to see you still asleep.

It garners a smile on his face and urges him to continue, flicking and licking the nub slowly, wrapping his lips around your clit and begins to suck it gently. His hands press down on your inner thighs, spreading them wide for him, thumbs caressing the soft flesh.

His eyes then grow wide when he feels hands runs through his hair, shooting his eyes up and seeing you staring down at him with your sleepy orbs, sleepy hands pressing down on his head and he obliges to your silent command. He pulls you closer, pressing more of your cunt into his mouth as he sucks on your swollen bud harder, faster, eliciting moans from your lips and your fingers grabbing his hair tight.

Thor groans when you tug on his locks, pushing him further to suck more on the bud. His hands reach up to slide them underneath your silk night dress, large hands cupping your breasts, his tongue mimicking the move movement of his thumbs, rolling the tip around your clit while his thumbs twirl and pinch your stiff nipples.

“More—” You beg and an animalistic growl leaves his throat, hands squeezing down on your tits before he pulls them away, his tongue moving to thrust it into your cunt while his thumb takes its place on your clit, pressing and flicking it fast.

The way your hips buck against his mouth makes him shiver, his muscles tensing as he feels his cock stiffen by the second. Oh, how much he wants to fuck you now, to claim you and drive himself home but stops himself, for he wants you to come undone with only his mouth and hands, to bring you pleasure, bring you to a high before he seeks his own.

Back and forth, he bobs his head, pushing his tongue as deep as he can into your cunt. Rubbing against your walls possessively, tasting the essence that slowly trickles down his taste buds. Your familiar nectar filling him, encasing him in sheer bliss, better than any he’s tasted among all nine realms, that he seeks to have more, to bring you to completion and bless him with the sweetness you keep hidden within.

He hears your breath hitch, your back arching from the bed and he pushes further down your clit, adding pressure to his thumb as he massages it, teasing it while his tongue twirls around your pussy. He hums as he wriggles his head, lapping up your pussy sloppily, the action causing you to cry out his name and from the way he feels your legs tense against his hand, he knows you’re close.

You whine when he pulls his tongue away, but a strangled moan escapes your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, Thor growling when you clench around him tightly, your pussy sucking on his digits as he thrusts them fast, burying them knuckle deep and curling them when he pulls out only to thrust them back in.

His lips claim your clit once more, sucking hard, his lips in sync with the motions of his fingers. He mumbles sweet nothings against the bud, having the vibrations of his mouth run through your body. And all at once, as he pushes his digits deep in one fluid motion, you call out his name, your walls clamping down on his fingers before feeling your essence coat them, Thor whispering your name as he spreads them apart, stretching your walls before pulling away and grinning at the way they glisten from your juices.

Giving your clit one long and wet kiss, he pulls away and slips his fingers past his lips, sucking them clean and humming at the taste, loving how the sweetness glaze his tongue. His eyes then cast down at you, a smile on his lips when he pulls his hand away, loving how sated you look on the bed, your night dress rumpled and your eyes closed, pleasure evident on your face.

“You cut your hair,” Those were not the words he expected but it makes him laugh.

He leans over, nestling his clothed hips between your thighs, elbows resting on either side of you head as he presses a soft kiss against your nose.

“It wasn’t by choice. I hope you don’t mind.” He says in a low voice, his lips pressing softly against yours before he moves to kiss your cheek then your jaw.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close and hum at the attention he’s giving you. “Never.” He sees your smile and he moves to rest his head on your shoulder, humming when he feels your hand caress the back of his head then chuckling when he feels you push down on his boxers with your feet.

“Kitten—what are you doing?” He asks although he already knows your answer.

“You’ve been gone for months, Thor Odinson, and I want you to fuck me til I can’t walk.” You breathe.

Your forwardness makes him boom in laughter, his hand cupping your cheek as he presses another kiss on your nose.

“I would never deny my lady’s desires.” He intones, claiming your lips once more and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

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