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arleniansdoodles · 1 year

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Post-Ragnarok AU Masterlist

Of Atreus and Calliope, and their adventures from Greece to Rome to Midgard

Alrighty, here are the asks about my fanfic that y’all have sent (including links to all my fic artwork)! I’ve ordered everything according to general fic info, characters, and other miscellaneous stuff. Sindri and Calliope get their own section too loll

Any asks/comments that I’ve missed, or didn’t think necessary to add here, you can likely find them in my blog’s archive!

I hope y’all find the list helpful! If you have any tips on how to make this more cohesive and comprehensive, or if you’d like me to add anything that I’m missing, feel free to let me know! And thank y’all again for all the interest in and support of my work <333

About the fic

The fic is posted!! You can find it here :D Also, here’s the playlist I put together for Atreus and Calliope!

January chapter update (w/ disclaimer about myself as a writer)

March chapter update (w/ writing snippet: giving the mistletoe necklace to Calliope)

How many chapters will be in the fic?

How many words are in each chapter?

Does each arc of my fic revolve around Calliope’s relationship with Atreus?

Will I have a fourth arc in the fic?

May fic update

June fic update

August fic update 1

August fic update 2 (w/ writing snippet: Atreus and Calliope in a Roman bathhouse)

Can someone write a fic inspired by/set in my A+C fic’s world?

About Atreus, Calliope, and Kratos

Does Kratos know about Calliope coming back?

Is Kratos going to see his kids?

Does Atreus know who Calliope is when he finds her?

How does Kratos react to Calliope?

Why is Calliope angry at Kratos?

Similarities between 2018 Atreus and Calliope

Thoughts on Kratos not raising his kids

Where is Lysandra? How does Calliope view Kratos?

What would A+C think of Pandora?

Would Calliope like Kratos’ new self?

Does Calliope age?

Is Calliope talkative or quiet?

What does Calliope think of Laufey the Just? (w/ writing snippet: Atreus tells Calliope of Faye)

The patching-up of Kratos and Calliope’s relationship

How does Kratos react to hearing about the Roman gods?

Does Calliope have nightmares her past and Elysium?

Kratos and Calliope growing close to each other again

Does Atreus tell Kratos that Calliope is back?

Kratos learning about Calliope’s nightmares

Calliope collecting father-figures (1)

Calliope collecting father-figures (2)

Calliope collecting father-figures (3)

Calliope collecting father-figures (4)

Does Calliope choose to have no tattoos?

Does Calliope wonder why Atreus didn’t look for Lysandra?

Calliope’s goddess presence known by the Romans

What powers does Calliope have? / what if Lysandra returned?

Calliope’s flute-playing as a reflection of her mental state

How does Atreus know that Calliope’s a goddess?

Who trains Calliope on being a god?

How does Calliope feel about Faye as her stepmother?

Vanaheim arc is about Calliope and Kratos rebuilding their relationship?

Atreus and Calliope’s last names / patronymics

Would Atreus and Kratos be protective of Calliope?

About Sindri and Calliope

Elaborating on their Kratos+Pandora dynamic

How does Sindri meet Calliope? What does she see him as?

Does Calliope remind Sindri of his past friendship with Atreus?

Sindri and Calliope reminiscent of TLOU’s Joel and Ellie

What if Sindri made a flute for Calliope?

Calliope’s flute magic / telling Sindri about her past / what Kratos thinks of her and Sindri

Would Kratos let Calliope stay with Sindri?

Calliope meets Sindri before Kratos

Does Sindri recognize Calliope from Atreus’ mistletoe necklace?

Being more excited for Calliope with Sindri than with Kratos

Why does Calliope follow Sindri if he tried to keep his distance?

Awkward Interactions between Kratos and Sindri

What were Sindri and Calliope’s first impressions of each other?

What does Calliope think of the Huldra Brothers’ smithing brand?

Sindri and Calliope being in a slice-of-life arc

How would Sindri react to Calliope being a goddess?

Does Sindri teach Calliope about dwarf magic / dwarven culture?

Brok and Calliope as foils of each other / does Sindri compare them?

Is Sindri there when Calliope reunites with Kratos for the first time?

How much is Calliope able to tell Sindri about the Greek world? (w/ writing snippet: Sindri tells Calliope about dwarf legends)

Could Sindri and Atreus reconcile by reuniting Brok’s soul pieces?

About Freya, Mimir, Angrboda, and others from the Nine Realms

What does Mimir think of Calliope being Kratos’ daughter?

Thoughts on Freya and Thrud interacting with Calliope

How would Calliope interact with Angrboda and Fenrir?

How is Angrboda and Gryla’s relationship going?

Will Atreus and Angrboda’s relationship be explored more?

Does Atreus tell Calliope about the Aesir? What does she think of them?

Uncle Tyr and Calliope

What is Calliope’s dynamic with Freya like?

How are things between Skjoldr and Thrud?

How Skjoldr started his city

Freya and Mimir already knowing about Calliope ahead of time

How does Calliope meet Durlin, Lunda, and Raeb?

Does Calliope give Fenrir and Diner treats? / What is her reaction to Jormungandr?

How does Sindri feel about Angrboda? / How do the Giants feel about Sindri seeing Calliope?

How are things between the Aesir and Vanir?

About the Ironwood community and the Nine Realms

What does Calliope think of the other realms?

Does Atreus know about the Giant community?

Calliope living in Ironwood

Different types of Giants in the Giant community

March Ironwood update (w/ pictures of fic drafts in my notebook)

Thoughts on Giant community drama

What is Eggder’s dynamic with Calliope?

Will Utgard-Loki be in the fanfic / Giant community?

Calliope being small compared to the Giants

Suggestions of Giants to include in art (Vafthrudnir and Hymir)

What do the recovered Giants think of Atreus?

How did the Giants react when Atreus told them about changing his and Kratos’ fate?

Is Gerdr (Freyr’s wife) living in the Giant community?

Freya mentions Gerdr in Ragnarok during an Alfheim mission

How is the relationship between the Aesir and the Jotnar?

The Giants don’t want revenge against the Aesir

How is Gunnlod’s relationship with her son, Bragi?

Would the Aesir suffer prejudice from the Giants?

Are other races (dwarves, humans, elves) allowed to visit Ironwood?

Is the war between Light and Dark elves still going?

How are things between Tyr and the Giants?

Are helwalkers still a thing in Midgard?

Writing snippet of Atreus and Calliope arriving in Ironwood

About Greece and Rome

What enemies/allies will A+C make?

Atreus learning about his Greek heritage

What mythological creatures will Atreus fight in Greece/Rome?

Mercury giving Heimdall vibes

Are the Roman gods a different Pantheon or the Greeks reborn?

How were the Greek gods reborn?

Will Minerva (Athena) be angry with A+C?

Atreus’ reaction to the Greek Underworld / how does Calliope first react to him?

What does Calliope think of Rome?

Suggestions of mythological creature for Atreus to fight

Why does Atreus go to Greece?

Who are the Gigantes (Giants) of Greece?

All fic artwork

Atreus and Calliope portrait

Journey to Greece (Greek vase style)

Atreus and Calliope fanart by salmonpiffy

Atreus and Calliope sketchdump

Angrboda and Calliope portrait

Atreus and Angrboda portrait

Calliope with Thrud and Skjoldr

Sindri and Calliope portrait (1)

Roman gods portrait (Vesta, Mercury, and Portunus)

Sindri and Calliope portrait (2)

Greek/Rome/Midgard concept art

Grown-up Calliope portrait

Grown-up Atreus and Calliope portrait

Eggder, the Wolf-Herder

Fenja and Menja

Gunnlod portrait

A+C with Callisto, Deimos, and Lysandra

Atreus and Calliope sketches (w/ writing snippet: Calliope’s poetic description of Atreus)

Atreus and Calliope fanart 2 by salmonpiffy

Atreus and Calliope commission by Celtic Botan

Calliope fanart sketches by tired0artist

Lysandra fanart sketches by tired0artist (chapter 9)

Calliope and wolf-Atreus by tired0artist (chapter 10)

Calliope in Elysium by tired0artist (chapter 2)

Atreus and Calliope in Rome by electra-stextra-stole-my-ass

Vesta portrait by salmonpiffy

Dinner with Skjoldr by salmonpiffy (chapter 22)

Hypothetical scenarios

Atreus carving Calliope a flute

How would people react if Deimos was alive?

Calliope making flower crowns

Kratos and A+C playing instruments together

Kratos repairing his relationship with Calliope, and her reaction

What would an urban fantasy of my AU look like?

Grown-up Calliope

What animal would represent Calliope?

Dogs or vultures to represent Calliope

Magpies associated with Muse Calliope

How would Calliope interact with Hel (Atreus and Angrboda’s daughter)?

Grandpa Kratos!

Character designs for Hel

Calliope as Hel’s doting aunt

Laufey and Lysandra in the afterlife together

Hyrrokkin’s giant wolf having puppies with Fenrir

About other mythologies

How would A+C interact with Sun-Wukong/Chinese mythology?

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yanderefantasies · 1 year

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-GOW: 4 & 5 Masterlist-

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

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𐃈God of War Masterlist𐃈

𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈 Kratos 𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈

𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏 Atreus 𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏

(Found family content only because he needs a hug)

𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈 Týr 𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈

Being Thor's Best Friend and Týr's Fiance | Female | Romatic

𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏 Thor 𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏

- Part 2

-part 3

I couldn't have died a Greater Death | Male | Romantic | sad :(

𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈 Freyr 𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈𐃈

𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏 Freya 𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏𓌏

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Note: Please feel free to ask for anyone not listed yet. thanks :)

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aenyrapoets · 4 months

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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑: 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐊

(✦) = sfw or fluff | (✧) = nsfw or mdni

HEIMDALL

ethereal [ ✧ ] | yearning for her touch, the all-encompassing love bestowed upon him, he devotes and vows upon a woman with whom he worships above all

ethereal (pt.2) [ ✧ ] | his goddess, his muse, his miracle—only his. in those amethyst eyes, she was his savior, an immortal deity who granted him emotions of eternal feelings, an breath of fresh beginnings, and embraced his cursed blood—an positive and unconditional love and desire—his, his, his.

illicit [ ✧ ] | fairytales were an interest he did not share in, as the predictable and endearment plots of true love, or it’s tragedy we’re cliche and annoying at worst—until he unintentionally met her.

#god of war masterlist #god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war ragnarok masterlist

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sunsburns · 3 months

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tweets with pjo characters (iii.)

content summary: reader is literally insane, luke x reader, clarisse x reader, percabeth crumbs, luke being an idiot and chris being his number one supporter, thalia being an icon, sex jokes, PERSASSY, swearing, teenagers being teenagers lol

note: i think i have an obsession with making these actually lmao i cannot stop

part one / part two

#i need to make a tag list i think #maybe a masterlist too #lmfao i'm ignoring my exams by making these #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #pjo series #social media #pjo social media #pjo smau #luke castellan smut #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #annabeth chase #grover underwood #ares god of war #thalia grace #chris pjo

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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God of War Masterlist

Rocky Waters- Kratos x Reader Commission

#god of war #god of war masterlist #masterlist

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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when they meet someone smaller than them [gow: r] \\ headcanon, requested

character(s): kratos, thor, heimdall

word count: 1.7k

warnings&tags: nsfw, minors dni, size kink, small!reader, explicit language, praising, petnames/nick names, pinning, quotes which they would use, unholy ideas, lap sitting, so on. thanks for requesting lovely anon! enjoy.<3

| kratos

kratos could be one of the huge gods out there you ever met with his massive body. you couldn't tell his high exactly but you knew how you have to look up to see him, to make your presence knowledgeable. in the first times, it was hard to gain his attention, he had never looked down to see you. but now, it was all different. he didn't stop with recognizing you by looking down, no, he has started to kneel down. it was an odd feeling to see him like that; kneeling down to your level when you need him to, letting you climb to his back, like atreus did, when you are not be able to do so, picking you up whenever you want to reach a certain but higher point.

he didn't think he still had that side of him; wanting to do some naughty things while having intimate moments with you. he even didn't think how could he would find your small body so fragile but powerful enough to make him want to touch you, having you on his arms, under him or even top of him.

he liked how small you were compared to him because whenever you stood in front of him, you looked so cute. you were small but the strength you held always impressed him. he didn't show any disrespect or unwillingness about your high. contrary to that he found it amusing because of not only loving times he had with you while he was thanking your smallness, but also having unholy thoughts about it that he perfectly done.

in intimate moments, he would try not to harm you with his massive body even when his mind is filled with lots of naughty things he wants to do to you; just making you sit on his laps - thighs which were one of your favorite places to sit as you said, holding your waist with his huge hands and just fuck you like that, sitting you down and up on his cock while you put no effort to move, just moaning and preying for more as he makes your mind lose its functions, and breathing so fast and deeply with bouncing breasts in front of kratos' hazel eyes.

he didn't want to be rough in the first times, he didn't fulfill his dreams - naughty ones like this but he also couldn't help himself whenever you told him to be harder, deeper and rough which he could not deny. with your wishes, his lust and passion has increased, making him do the things both you and he wanted deeply in the lonely times you two had, far away from others' sights.

he could use your smaller body to move it effortlessly, changing from position to another.

he liked position that helped you ride him the most, seeing your little and beautiful body bouncing on his cock, making your breasts jump with the function, a moaning mess right top of him. he always find it cute how you wanted all of him inside of your walls even though he merely fit. you needed to be prepared for him which he liked to do; putting your body on a surface, higher one, to eat you - finger you just for preparing. you would cum a few times, not ready for him, never but the desire to have him inside you never decreased its power.

also, mentioning the fact about your body and desires always was a habit of him in the intimate moments.

"no," he would say when you asked him to fuck you without preparing - being a brat on the bed. "you are not ready." then, by using your lustful side, you would convince him to fuck you like that - raw and dry. "you are a nasty one, aren't you?" he would ask, "thinking you can take all of it without preparing. I do not wish to harm you but if this is what you want, I will give it but do not blame me for making you – a mess.” he just loves it – he just loves every feature of you and your body.

thor is so huge – he has a huge body features, making your mouth both open in shock and lust. thinking about whatever he can do with his massive body is not joke at all; it is something you always dream about after having lots of special moments that include passionate, lust and love on them.

| thor

he can pick your body like it means no weight at all, like you are a bird or something. he can break your neck like it means nothing. the power he holds within his body was something you could not imagine. he had strength – power. all his enemies had fear of him – with only a sight of his body, they could shake in pure fear. however, you never had fear of him, never because he was so sensitive towards you contrary to his massive body, looking dangerous and powerful – so much. he could break your body in a few seconds but he would never – he loved you so gently and cutely. he treated you in a way you felt – worshipped. all-father could never.

worshipping you was the thing he had from the start of your bond – and you never imagined him to even see you in the first place because of your small body – so small compare to his one. even if it was not likely him to acknowledge you – see you, he did, to your surprise and more surprising thing was that he found your smaller body so delicate – significant even, making him want to protect from all the danger of all realms, shielding you with his huge one whenever there was something more powerful than you – but not him. you had your own strength which he found amusing every time but the realms held more dangerous thing than some draugrs.

he loved to protect you, yes – he loved to play with your smaller body whenever he had chance such as picking you up when your anger show itself, making him giggle and making you angrier. but he loved to see you in bed, table, or any surface he found that particular moments – intimate ones, standing there, looking so innocent and little but holding infinity in every part of you.

his favorite one was seeing you on his lap, sitting on one of them while seducing him with innocent words that turn into naughty ones. he also liked seeing you – or having you on a table, opened legs, showing your cute little pussy to him shamelessly, standing there and looking at him with an expression that say ‘come and get me, I’m ready for all of it’ which made him turn on more each time. he liked breaking tables, beds, or even walls while fucking you roughly – sometimes slowly and gently just to tease. you could feel his cock inside of your walls even after he had no longer was fucking you, making him giggle in a proud manner, “poor thing,” he would say, “not thinking how my cock will break her every time she becomes needy for it.”

| heimdall

heimdall, lord of the asgard realm, had only one weakness as he claimed; you. he always thought how little thing like you even made your presence likeable and knowledge to him. then, his loving side answered, always while showing how cute he found you firstly, only to find it sexier than everything he has seen in his lifetime; ‘she is magnificent’. he knew his power on you as well, making you think about him all day and night and no, he didn’t feel any guilt to read your mind again and again, not wanting to stop, especially whenever you think about nothing but him.

he loved to read your mind so often, but whenever they turned into naughty ones, he couldn’t help but smirk widely, amused by the imagination you had with that little brain of yours. how could you think that he would fit so easily? – he asked to himself, feeling a bit disappointed, but no, you wouldn’t get away with that idea and that was the thing that made him realize it was enough with to tease and take actions; doing all the things you imagined shamelessly, wanting him to fuck every hole you had, leaving non-touched place on your entire body that was small and innocent, ready to be break into million pieces with his touches – both rough and gentle.

he had egoistic features, indeed, but when your thoughts turned from innocent ones such as telling how cute he looked, how you found him magical – the most beautiful thing in all realms, to those specific and unholy ones; dreaming about how he could fuck you against a wall, how he could cover all of your body with his bigger one, leaving you nothing to see but only him. your thoughts about this particular field has increased each day, not realizing how he was reading your mind – reading your intentions, seeing how your thighs were pressing each other with the sight of his laps, even more, his cock that was visible from time to time whenever you touched closely, mostly his plans to tease you further and acting like he didn’t know anything about the whole situation.

one day, he came to your side, covering all of your body with his own while capturing you between his body and a wall, making you look up to see his face and lustful pretty eyes as his one hand began to travel on specific parts of your body. “thinking unholy things like I do not read them, little but nasty one,” he said, “I thought that you were doing them on purpose but no, you didn’t, because if they meant to be said in purpose, you would never think that I would fit you so easily.” with a blushed face, you would wait for last sentences of him before he took actions, “I will not – I will not fit so easily, but I will try and in the end, you will be in a position that even your little wet pussy will be so ready to take all in, not wanting me to come out, being a brainless little brat on my cock.”

the end. 💜

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greatlydelirious · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Kratos x F!Reader

wordcount: 4.1k words

summary: Two lost souls find comfort in each other’s company.

warnings: slow-burn, falling in love, angst, fluff, bedsharing, lore heavy

a/n: This is a teaser of a scene between the reader and Kratos in the giant fic, “Of Gods and Men” that I’m writing. This is my “proof of concept” for you guys that I’m actually working on it. (The reader is OC in regards to some characteristics, but skin color is not specified.)

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.” - Homer, The Iliad

Voices ignite like fueled flames outside Kratos’s bedroom as someone enters Sindri’s home. Not just anyone can stir up that much ruckus though. The arrival of Kratos always elicited a flurry of questions and action. Despite your want to check on the god you don’t move from your supine position on the hard bed.

You continue to count the cracks in the ceiling above as if the number you came up with would unearth some deep truth within yourself. Time became a foreign concept as you tried to convince your body to relax. Sleep is elusive to you despite your mind’s craving for rest. Sindri told you, just as he did Atreus, that sleeping would make all the troubles of your mind work themselves out. Easier said than done.

That’s how you find yourself on a bed that’s not yours. One that you’ve only slept in once but couldn’t forget the feeling of. The furs below smell of him, earthy with notes of smoke and musk that remind you of the lush jungles in your home realm of Vanaheim.

Home.

It had been centuries since the last time you felt the security of such an ideal. To the dismay of your fickle heart, you felt that sense of contentment that comes with being home merely weeks ago in the arms of another. Someone you tried to remind yourself you couldn’t have. Someone who, like you, made a pact to never let themselves be kept in mind or body to another again.

It’s strange how night devolved hardened hearts into feeling such soft vulnerability. Memories have a way of burrowing deep in the brains of even those who try to forget. You’re sitting at the dining table in front of the roaring furnace. The warmth doesn’t completely stave off the coldness that stems from more than just the weather.

Sindri’s home is filled with a rare stillness, but it only works to grate on your nerves rather than bring you peace. Solace is nearly impossible to find in a world full of gods and men. Throw in the endless monsters and magic, and the notion is nothing but a fantasy for the whimsical. That you are not.

Your head darts up when a large shadow appears across the table. Wood groans as Kratos settles in the seat. It’s not often that the two of you get to sit in each other’s company alone without having other things on your mind like hunting or survival. The gripes of being a god and goddess in the opposition to the All-Father are endless.

“Can’t sleep either?”

Kratos grunts in response as he reaches for the pitcher of mead abandoned in the middle of the table. He fills the large tankard next to it to the brim before putting the pitcher back down with a weighty thump. You watch transfixed as Kratos’s adam’s apple bobs with each pull he takes from the cup.

The veins in his neck bulge and when some droplets of mead spill from the corners of his mouth, you can’t help but trail their path down his beard. For a moment you forget what was keeping you up in the first place.

“Something troubles you.”

A statement, not a question.

“I’m fine, Kratos. My woes matter not.” You feign indifference as you lean back in your chair, like his notice of your mood doesn’t make your heart leap in your chest.

Kratos leans forward, his hulking form hovering over some of the table, “Speak the truth, woman.” The word woman comes out in a growl, lingering with a threat that would never be followed through. Yet, it’s still effective enough to make you give in.

Your eyes move to focus on the expertly crafted wooden surface under your hands. Calmness is common nature for you, but something about Kratos’s piercing gaze makes you fumble to find words. Dryness coats your mouth as if your body was cursed to not utter your torment.

“I had a twin sister once. Her name was Hnoss, everyone always said we were identical, but I still think she was prettier. She…”

When your voice begins to crack you stop. Emotions you’ve suppressed for hundreds of years come bubbling to the surface. Thinking about your sister was one thing, but voicing it out loud made it all too real again. Like she’s not what haunts your dreams, but the young girl you once played in ponds and climbed trees with.

“Go on.”

The earnestness makes you chance a glance up. A small, sad smile curves your lips at the sight of Kratos’s focus trained on you. He may not say much, but he always listened. No wonder Mimir didn’t mind being stuck with the man.

“She often went to Bifröst, a rainbow bridge that reaches between Midgard and Asgard, hoping to run into our father. People predicted that Hnoss would reunite our parents. Alas, hope is not always enough to alter reality.”

Kratos slides his tankard toward you, giving you a moment of reprieve without a word. Picking it up, you swirl the amber ale with a twinge of bitterness. Normally you would say gods made pitiful fathers. That was until you met Kratos and Atreus.

The god makes a habit of surpassing expectations.

Sending a quick prayer to the lost goddess mother of Vanaheim you take a giant swig of the mead. Soft notes of bready malt accompany aromatics with a musty, oaky finish coats your tongue. A clicking noise escaped through your teeth as you cringe at the overpowering taste.

The sound of Kratos humming in approval grounds you from your wandering thoughts. You nod at him in appreciation before taking a steadying breath and continuing,

“During her visits, there was a god by the name of Heimdall who kept watch over the rainbow bridge that would entertain her with stories of old and new. One day he revealed to Hnoss that he possessed night vision and never slept. He also claimed to have existed since the beginning of time and told her tales about the creation of various things.

While our father remained absent, Hnoss was taken to Baldur's Stead to comfort her in her sorrow since it was believed to be a place where healing occurred. Baldur’s wife Nanna would often cradle her during these times of profound need. One time in particular, with Nanna by her side, Hnoss shared a strange dream she had about Queen Hela, a queen who was half living woman and half corpse. In her dream, Hela entered Asgard and declared ‘A lord of the Aesir I must have to dwell with me in my realm beneath the earth.’ Hnoss was paralyzed by fear after experiencing this dream.”

You take another swig from the tankard before handing it back to Kratos. Obsidian eyes stay locked on you as their owner downs the rest of its contents.

“What happened to your sister?”

“Hnoss was never the same after that. They say that those who use seidr magic will eventually succumb to the evils of its art. Unfortunately for her, it was true. Similar to Baldur, she died a needless death.”

And just like all of the Vanir people. Many of their lives were taken by the power-hungry Aesir for no other reason than greed. Peace in these realms always comes at a price.

“So that’s why I’m troubled, Kratos. Now my own dreams are filled by her. No matter how hard I try to forget.”

Kratos hums in acknowledgment, “I too know the pain of losing a sibling.”

Comfortable silence hangs between the two of you for a couple of minutes. The time is filled with unspoken understanding lined with a sense of melancholy.

“Drink.”

Kratos seems to present a bottle of wine out of nowhere but you don’t hesitate to accept it. Not even gods are above drinking their sorrows away. Another pitcher of mead and bottle of wine later and you’re drunk. Loose-lipped, fumbled-word, soft-legged drunk.

You’re currently giggling like a fool as you lean against the bedroom door simply staring at Kratos while he sits on his bed. When you started to create too much of a ruckus in the living room he took into his room since you refused to leave his side. You’d slap yourself in the forehead for that fact the following days later.

“Come.”

Your feet move before your mind can fully process the command. It’s as if your body is compelled to obey him without hesitation. The idea goes against everything you stand for. You ran from the one home you’d ever known and the one man that ever truly loved you, because of your refusal to submit to any man or god. Thankfully, the mead-fueled haze creeping into your brain keeps you from spiraling any further.

Kratos tilts his head to look up at you as you stand between his thick legs. A lazy smile spreads across your face and before you can think you lift your hand to cup his cheek. Although he captures your wrist, he doesn’t pry you away. Tentatively, your thumb rubs small circles into the rough flesh.

For a moment he indulges in your touch, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smell like vanilla with a citrus charge of tangerine and cinnamon. Something tantalizingly sweet, forbidden.

A rumbling noise emanates from Kratos’s chest when your thumb ghosts along the scar on his right eye. You wonder how he got the nasty slice. What god put it there many years ago. Unfortunately, Kratos is still a mystery to you. Bits and pieces of his life are shared sparingly through short stories during long journeys, but nothing else beyond that.

Nothing else beyond that. The four words ring in your ears. What are you doing? It’s not your right to be in his room, near his bed, and touching him of all things. You are companions, sure. Friends? Maybe. But partners? Nothing of the sort.

Any semblance of tipsiness you had quickly evaporates, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You stop when Kratos brings his other hand to your hip, squeezing lightly.

“No need to explain. Not to me.”

Your hand drops when he moves to lay on his side on the bed. Kratos scoots back until his back is against the wall.

“Lay.”

When you hesitate, he pats the small space in front of him in an almost comedic fashion due to his large size, “Lay, agápi”

The word he calls you is spoken in a language you’ve never heard before, but he says it with such tenderness that it makes you slide into the bed. You start to think you’ve been sleeping this whole time when Kratos wraps a thick arm around your waist to pull you flush against his front. After three years of pining, you’re in the arms of the man you admired. The sudden realization is almost too much.

“Will you tell me a story from your homeland?”

Kratos’s silence at your abrupt question makes you huff out a laugh. Butterflies were swarming in your belly and if you didn’t do something about them you would never fall asleep.

Was it childish for you to ask for a bedtime story? Perhaps. But this might be the last time you get to have Kratos to yourself like this. You gently nudge him with your leg. It doesn’t even slightly jostle the mountain of a man, but it does keep his attention.

“Come on! An old man like yourself must know hundreds.”

After a beat, Kratos sounds almost bashful if that emotion was even possible for the god, “There’s this… poem.”

“What’s it about?

“A cunning general and a war over forbidden love.”

Ironic.

“Is it based on truth?”

“Yes, but I prefer the poem.”

You giggle at the displeasure lacing his tone.

“Can you recite a line for me?”

Kratos grunts at the way your tired eyes have you looking at him through your lashes. You’re the picture of innocence and natural beauty. It stirs something inside him that’s laid dormant for years. He would say Aphrodite’s beauty paled in comparison to yours, but you’re more than that. You’re a beauty beyond comparison wrapped in a warm light.

“I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.”

You twist your head to the side to look back at Kratos. The darkness in the room keeps his features hidden yet you still can’t help but smile. A truly genuine, happy smile despite the small crookedness from your drunken state.

“Wow… I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say in one breath. Didn’t think you were one for lovely words.”

Kratos makes a low noise in his throat, contemplating for a moment if letting you in his room, in his bed, was really a good idea. When you suddenly snuggle back into his front, he doesn’t move a muscle. Your soft and warm against the hard expanse of his chest. The word “comforting” comes to the forefront of his mind but he tries his best to suppress the feeling.

Only to fail when you open your mouth again.

“The totality of emotions can either make or break a man. Let them in, Kratos.” Your voice oozes drowsiness encompassed by a softness you saved for his son Atreus. It’s an inflection filled with sweet sincerity and motherly care.

When a light snore reaches his ears, Kratos looks down at your face. You’re already sound asleep. His arms tighten a fraction before letting himself close his eyes. He told himself it was just for a night.

It’s never that simple.

For long seconds after you woke up the next morning you took in the sleeping man’s face. His features were free of stressed lines and his usual frown. Kratos looked even more handsome under the lull of sleep.

His arms were secured around you like a lifeline. It wasn’t a lover’s embrace, but the comfort of another person’s body aiding you both into a dreamless sleep. Although, it would be a lie if you said your heart didn’t flutter when you woke up to his face buried in your neck, the scruff of his beard making your skin prickle and heat.

You managed to slip out of the bed without waking the beast of a man. A feat when he held you so tight. When you made it to the door you chanced one more look back at Kratos, a heaviness settling inside you. For days you’ll blame your abrupt intimacy on you both drinking, but it would take oceans of alcohol to muddy the god’s mind.

Kratos never said anything about that night; never said that you helped him have the first truly peaceful sleep in his lifetime.

The sane part of your brain is cursing you for laying in Kratos’s bed like a loyal dog waiting for its master. Especially when he gave you no inkling that your presence was wanted. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you flinch when the door opens.

Kratos doesn’t falter at your uninvited presence as he shuts the bedroom door with a heavy sigh. You sit up on his bed as he takes off his armor with rough hands, letting the items loudly clank to the floor with little care. The blades go first, then his cuffs, and the axe.

Concern fills you at his sullen state. Emotions can only be bottled up for so long and Kratos was an expert at doing just that. You know he doesn’t want your help, but he needed it more than he’ll ever admit.

“You carry your burdens with you in mind and hand.” Your eyes trail to his Blades of Chaos on the floor. They act as physical reminders of the pain and suffering he caused not only strangers and gods, but the ones he loved the most.

“What do you know of carrying burdens?” His voice is gruff, but not fueled with malice.

“Don’t you remember that night?”

Guilt washes over Kratos’s features as remembrance dawns on him. The furrow of his brows and the twitch of his jaw is evidence enough. Sighing, you scoot to the edge of the bed, “I will not claim to understand your suffering Kratos, but I do know what it means to be lost. To follow your path while being confused as to why you must. To wonder why you get to live when they don’t.”

Kratos’s shoulders are visibly tense as you stare up at him. Standing up, an idea pops into your head that is so outlandish that you whisper it in hopes that he doesn’t completely hear it.

“For just one night give your burdens to me. Let me take care of you, Kratos. Someone needs to. Let that someone be me.”

A part of you doesn’t think but knows he will reject you. Especially when those eyes filled with shadows stare at yours unblinking and unwavering in their passivity. Who were you to ask for something so personal?

A love-sick fool, that’s who.

Every fiber of your being is pulled toward Kratos, but that doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual. Dejection washes over you at your boldness fueled by foolish hope. Right when you’re going to walk away, Kratos clears his throat.

“Okay.”

You blink at him like a small child would at the sight of a giant bear. Odin himself must have been playing a trick on you because you can’t believe that Kratos just accepted your proposition. For a solid minute, you stay standing with your chests inches apart.

Heat blooms in your cheeks as you become acutely aware of your closeness. Every deep breath he takes causes his taut stomach to brush against you. Your neck starts to feel the strain of having to crane back to make eye contact with him.

“Do I need to speak in even simpler words?” Kratos’s deep voice snaps you out of your gawking. Never had a man made you feel like a mere mortal; let alone make you like the idea of being overpowered.

“I-“ You clear your throat, finally letting the air dense with an unspoken tension fill your lungs, “N-no.”

Unconsciously, you rub your hands on your trousers and take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Sit on the bed.”

Kratos follows your command without question. Carefully, you crawl behind him on the bed and prop yourself on your knees. The skin under your hands tenses when you bring them up to rest on his shoulders.

“Relax. I mean you no harm. I swear.”

Your voice is just above a whisper and laced with sincerity. You begin to knead the endless knots that harden Kratos’s shoulders. The endless burdens he carries on his back would crush any mortal. When Kratos lets out a satisfied groan you have to bite your lip to stifle out a noise of your own.

Now’s not the time to start frothing at the mouth.

Instead of letting yourself turn into a pathetic puddle of suppressed desire, you opt to continue your efforts to comfort.

“We will get to Asgard. Atreus was raised by a strong man. I know he is doing more than fine.”

“A strong man perhaps, but not a noble one.”

Your thumbs travel down to press into the rigid flesh of his shoulder blades while you scoff.

“What does it mean to be noble? You are strong, courageous, watchful, full of wisdom, and give astute instruction. Those are very noble traits.”

Kratos shakes his head, “You do not know the extent of my sins.”

You sigh at the persistence of his inadequacy. How could he not see that his obvious guilt was the biggest indicator of his good heart? Your hands move to his bulky chest to lightly rub the muscles.

“We are more than the sum of our parts, Kratos. Bad deeds cannot be undone, but what we do after is what matters most. We must be better, work harder, and do whatever it takes to keep the realms from falling into chaos.”

At your words, Kratos takes hold of your wrists, “Where did you hear that?”

“I heard that from centuries of living. From reaching the lowest I could possibly go and coming out of it stronger than I was before.”

You move so you’re next to his side and only hesitate for a fraction of a second before you bring a hand to his cheek. Kratos doesn’t resist as you turn his head with the gentle guidance of your palm. Instinctively your thumb gently rubs back and forth against his rough flesh. The gesture feels different than the last time. It’s more intimate, rawer.

“You’re a good man, father, and friend, but if you continue to let the past dictate your future you will never see that for yourself.” You bring your other hand up to rest on the middle of his chest, “Open your heart. I promise it will only serve to make you stronger, not weaker.”

The way Kratos is looking into your eyes leaves you breathless. It’s almost like he’s seeing you for the first time. Not your outward appearance, but the depths of your soul.

Unlike usual, the silence that fills the room is stifling. So much so that your skin begins to heat, a humid tension that rivals Vanaheim hanging in the air. Maybe you said too much. Maybe you’re silly for spewing your opinions to a man who didn’t ask for them. Maybe this is what it feels like to love someone that’s out of your grasp.

Dejected by your imprudence you leave him with one last thought, “The totality of emotions can either make or break a man. What will it do to you?”

When you try to climb off the bed, one of Kratos’s hands shoots out to grab your bicep.

“Where are you going, woman.”

His voice is deep and reminds you of the forcefulness of booming thunder. One that shakes you more than Thor could ever make. Swallowing thickly, you advert your eyes to the ground, “I don’t want to disturb you any further.”

“Stay.”

Without another word, you let Kratos slowly pull you down on the bed. Half of your body lays on him as he rests his chin on your head. He feels safe and solid, protecting and proud. If only he can see what you see. If only he can feel what you feel.

You let yourself indulge in being in Kratos’s arms just like before and close your eyes. In seconds your body relaxes. Exhaustion mixed with the tidal wave of emotions you’ve gone through makes the perfect sedative.

Kratos watches your breathing slow as you go lax on his chest. He can’t help but admire you in the secrecy of your sleep.

The light shining through the window casts a glowing effect on your long locks, making it seem as though a halo is over your head. Your hair reminds him of the sunsets in Sparta, golden and awe-inspiring. More than that you remind him of that comforting feeling that comes with being where one belongs.

Home.

When Kratos grunts at the absurdity of his thoughts, the noise causes your leg around his hip to tighten. He carefully traces your spine with the tips of his thick fingers. You’re so small and fragile in his hold, like a mouse cuddling in a bear’s den during a frigid winter despite the looming danger.

You’re unlike any goddess he’s met before; calm, kind of heart, strong, and free from the chains of greed that comes with a being with that kind of power. You told Kratos to open his heart and be better for the future. Only one other woman told him those exact words.

“The culmination of love is grief. And yet we love despite the inevitable; we open our hearts to it. To grieve deeply is to have loved fully. Open your heart to the world as you have opened it to me and you will find every reason to keep living in it.”

An epiphany hits Kratos so hard that it causes him to hold you tighter to his chest.

You’re something to live for.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

greek translation: agápi = love

#kratos x reader #god of war x reader #god of war ragnorak #god of war #kratos #delirious masterlist

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Did the people of liyue build a statue of morax and goddess!reader together( I was thinking about something similar to this post?🧍‍♀️) https://kalims.tumblr.com/post/663647093061255168/listen-what-if-morax-had-a-lover-long-ago

Or maybe something different??

OMG THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE AAA

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

ok maybe not for the statue of the seven itself, since you're not exactly an archon.

BUT! the liyue citizens (especially those who used to be your people, since i hc they would be proficient in forging, sculpting, etc since those are skills that are most sought after for living as the god of war's people) most definitely will have your statues made! it won't be a huge sculpture like inazuma's statue of the omnipresent god, mostly because you've already told them before to not do something so extravagant and instead they should focus their energy & resources to do something that would be more beneficial. they're mostly smaller statues, those that people would usually put on the wall or a small altar.

morax standalone statues usually symbolize wealth and knowledge. they're put on shop storefronts (you know, like those maneki-neko statues?), banks, studies, and libraries. your standalone statues symbolize peace and are used as a warding from evil. you can find them at the entrance of most households and temples.

now if it's the statue of the two of you, it's a different story altogether. obviously, it symbolizes peace, love, a lasting union, and prosperity. they're the ones most commonly found in the houses of newlyweds, and the temples where these statues are available to be worshipped are always packed with lovers and families alike. even after your passings, this continues to be the case.

after stepping down from your positions, zhongli comes home and cheekily places a statue of the two of you right in the middle of your living room's table. you come home to it and gives your husband a confused look. he merely shrugs and says, "it's a normal thing to have the statues of rex lapis and [your_god_name] in one's household, dear. i'm unsure as to why you are so confused."

starting then, it becomes a running joke between the two of you to 'pray' to the statue whenever you want to poke fun at each other:

"rex lapis, it seems like my husband is just as hopeless in the kitchen even after all these years. i wish you would descend and impart him with the knowledge of your cooking skill, which i am sure would be as vast as the number of contracts you have made."

"[your_god_name], it appears that this spouse of mine has became tired of me recently. no longer i receive ten kisses a day. it has been a week since i have only received nine. i fear our marriage is on the brink of collapse." childe is a bad influence on him, you notice.

◇ taglist ◇ @paintingsofdragonspine | @genshinparty

ps. if you want to be removed/added from the taglist, just send an ask or dm me!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #god of war! reader au #i am so deep into this au it probably deserves its own masterlist atp #rin answers #rin writes

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nexysworld · 1 month

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Fanfiction Masterlists

Resident Evil

RE2 Leon

RE4 Leon

Infinite Darkness Leon

RE6 Leon

Vendetta Leon

Poly Fics (Contains multiple characters x reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

God of War

Kratos

Heimdall

Naruto

Gaara

#nexywrites #fanfiction #masterlist #blog navigation #god of war #god of war ragnarok #naruto #naruto shippuden #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #resident evil

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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•Kermitt Masterlist•

!REQUEST RULES!

Nothing explicitly sexual! (No Smut/Lemon)

I will write with any pronouns & gender identity! (I try to keep most of it gender-neutral regardless.)

I will do character x character!

Most importantly, don't hate me if it's shitty.

I'm sensitive. 🥺

Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon Headcanons pt1 • SFW

Daryl Dixon Headcanons pt2 • SFW

Daryl Dixon Headcanons pt3 • SFW

Daryl Dixon 18+ Headcanons • NSFW

God of War

Character Scenarios

Confessing Your Love • SFW

Nicknames • SFW

How They Proposed •SFW

Kratos

Outsider • SEIRIES COMMING SOON

Relationship Headconons • SFW

Remember Me? • SFW?

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #masterlist #kratos #god of war #x reader #dad of boy

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yandere-kokeshi · 4 months

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— Yandere Freya Masterlist

🔞 = NSFW

Platonic is stated first, then romantic.

PLATONIC:

Nothing yet!

ROMANTIC:

Nothing yet!

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zhongrin · 2 years

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⟦ god of war!reader x rex lapis ⟧ masterlist

◇ tags ◇ god of war!reader ⬙ romance ⬙ crack ⬙ fluff ⬙ comfort ⬙ angst ⬙ found family ⬙ just two dumbasses who doesn't know how to flirt with each other

◇ characters ◇ zhongli (main pairing) ⬙ xiao (platonic) ⬙ guizhong ⬙ osial ⬙ unnamed!siblings adepti ⬙ (to be added/removed as the series progresses)

◇ notes ◇ concept idea started by @/lukerycyja (thank u friend ❤️)

◇ series main tag ◇ #god of war!reader au

◇ updates ◇ irregular

⚔⋯ summary ⋯⚔

in which you are the feared god of war, infamous for being merciless and bloodthirsty over your reign on the battlefields. cold, calculative, stoic, and most definitely someone not to make an enemy of. gods tremble in fear when they hear your name, nations despaired upon catching sight of your soldiers.... you get the gist.

and yet, for some reason, the god of contracts seems to intend to get on your good side? though his methods are quite... unconventional. he sends you things like... wines that smell far too sweet and floral-y compared to your usual offerings. pressed dried flowers hidden between old books. normal looking - but certainly pretty - rocks....?

⚔⋯ fics / chapters ⋯⚔

𐃆 accompaniment to 'vengeful spirits' by @/paintingsofdragonspine (please check out her blog, emi writes 💯great✨ stuff)

𐃆 memories

… more to come soon.

⚔⋯ voicelines ⋯⚔

𐃆 live version 𐃆 script version

… more to come soon.

⚔⋯ headcanons / brainrots ⋯⚔

𐃆 the start 𐃆 together, inseparable 𐃆 vortex vanquisher 𐃆 you're adopted! 𐃆 your statues 𐃆 vengeful spirits 𐃆 family expansion 𐃆 when we were young 𐃆 a pillar to lean on

… more to come soon.

#god of war!reader au #navi #masterlist

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blackfliesinbluesugar · 1 year

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Corrupted!Atreus/Atreus Odinson au MasterPost

Art by my favourite friend of all time @p-lomm (because i unfortunately have horrendous spine-shaking artblock)

> Odin, through methods you can feel free to make up yourself, becomes aware that Loki is destined to kill him come Ragnarök. He wants to kill the boy outright of course, maybe even risk doing so as Týr, but learns about Atreus' faculty for dead languages and decides to put it off for now to prioritize his goal regarding the rift.

> Just as he did in the game, Atreus goes to Asgard. Once there, Odin plays it up as the nice replacement dad to try and warm the boy up to him but it's clearly got minimal success. Atreus is friendly and insisting that he trusts him, but he's not the best liar. He's also slightly withholding/stalling help on the Mask due to that distrust. Odin panics, even though the boy is helping him, because if Atreus asks to go home he'll lose the control he now has over him. But if he forces Atreus to stay, all of that effort to build rapport will be wasted. He needs to make a course of action, and fast.

> Freya during their marriage taught him some level of conscious-affecting magic, and he learned more by observing her and the studying he did into Baldur's spell. He's done mind manipulation magic on others on a much lower scale than this, but he knows the process on how to intensify the effects. He wants to force loyalty onto Atreus so that the boy won't hesitate to help and won't betray him when Ragnarök comes. Creating an entirely new lifetime of memories is much more difficult than tinkering with what's already there, so he takes the neural pathway Atreus has to Kratos and basically slams his face over Kratos'. He keeps things vague, but essentially has Atreus believing Odin is his father, thus making Baldur his brother, and still retaining the fuzzy memory of Kratos snapping Baldur's neck.

> Successfully making Atreus loyal to him and antagonistic toward Kratos, Atreus faces a slight personality shift. He's still slightly awkward, clumsy and unintentionally rude, but after fully comitting to the Loki identity he's also snootier and more holier-than-thou, believing himself special because Odin grants him more attention than his brothers. He essentially reverts to his brief corruption arc in GoW4.

> Heimdall and Thor are obviously not pleased, but are forbidden from intefering with the spell or hurting Loki. Loki takes their clear dislike of him as brothers being jealous of the youngest having clear favouritism and is overjoyed at the idea of being envied. He gives them as much shit as they give him. Heimdall, who genuinely is jealous and doesn't understand why the allfather would manufacture a new son when he constantly vies for his affection and attention, tries to subtly sabotage the spell by planting ideas in Loki's head of his old life. This mixes Loki up and upsets him, and he sometimes struggles with what's real.

> Loki is banned from interacting with Thrúd, Skjöldr, or any other children his age. Nearly all of his free time is spent dedicated to training, studying or working on the mask, which he does ardently pursue to make his 'father' happy but which is waylayed by his grip on his powers being more tenuous now he's forgotten or muddled up a lot of the past learning process. He likes to carry the mask around with him, typically on his waist, to show it off as a proof of how much trust is placed in him, the way Heimdall does with Gjallarhorn.

> The faulty perception of himself, as it did in GoW4, makes Atreus sick. His mind is in conflict with itself on who he is, repressed memories fighting the implanted ones. He has frequent nightmares and dizzy spells, especially when someone (usually Heimdall) presses on the subject more. Some days he spends bedbound by it.

> More to be added when I remember it. To be frank, most of this was conceptualized in my head and not externalized into text before this point, so it's still a little muddled. But here's the baseline!

Might add (or possibly remove) friend art if she wakes up and gives me explicit permission. 🗿 Time zones. Love you Plom.

Extra info of note-

Appearance = Loki is of course typically in his Asgardian armour get-up, but he can occasionally be found in more of a tunic-type attire (like Heimdall or Skjöldir) when he's just chillin'. He keeps the mask either in his hands (when actively working with it) or on his belt (when just strolling around, like a show-off.) When he eventually collects the second piece, he can sometimes be found actually wearing it. He has green eyes, not blue, as is seen in the Asgard scenes, and he lets his hair grow out ever so slightly in his time there instead of habitually cutting it close as he did prior to resemble Kratos (hc).

Personality = As expressed before, he's a far sight brattier than in canon, and we both know that's saying a lot. He actually does somewhat like Thor, especially since he misattributes both of his children's deaths to Kratos and not Modi's to himself, thus being more sympathetic on that front. He's a lot more jaded about violence just as he was during his original corruption in GoW4, seeing death in a very callous way and being brutal in sparring matches. Alongside disliking the Kratos of memory, he also hates Freya for perceiving her role in his 'brother's' death, though no amount of mindfuck can give him any love for Baldur. Still, even originally he at least could empathize with the cursed man, and those feelings transfer over. Banned as he is from those his age he does still see them around, and while Thrúd keeps to the order of silence on what has happened to him she lets him strike up conversation. Witnessing what's happened to him builds her distrust in her grandfather. Also he thinks he's her uncle now, which is pretty weird.

Sickness = Mostly characteristic of how it was in the first game, with dizzy and fainting spells and the occasional bronchitis-style choking up blood. Odin gives him remedies he claims are medicine for an illness the boy has had since birth, which are actually laced with seidr to keep the spell strong in a subtle way. Loki typically feels more sick after having them, but trusts his 'father' completely.

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