#god of war rangnarök

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Rewrite of: Humiliation for Pleasure and Mercy.

Title: Restrain Me, Tame me.

Characters: Heimdall and Kratos. (Ship Fic)

Fic Notes: Smut / Soft Smut / Heimdall doesn't use his brain / But Kratos is nicer / Heimdall goes fucking limp but its alright / Kratos is just a soft big baby for Heimdall in this / its adorable okay shut up

Author Notes: Huge inspo from the fic by the name of "Obedience" made by user MadCatPuttyTat on Archive Of Our Own. Please read their fic, it's becoming a little series. And I'm immersed! They write better than me, so support them!

Kratos walks and traverses through a part of a forest in Midgard, searching for the place where the witch resides. With Freya's help and assist with directions, added onto with Mimir just dangling off of his hip, he finally reaches a secluded part of the forest, where he reaches his targetted destination.

Intense snow and cold of Fimblwinter does not reach this part of the forest, which gives a nice transition to white, cold and barren and dry ground to nice grass and small flowers growing about. Small woodland critters scatter and watch as Kratos approaches the overgrown and humongous plantation that has been made into a residence of the witch.

Kratos, without hesitation nor delay, knocks on the door twice. The door opens inward on it's own, and a perhaps angelic voice reaches their ears. "Please, come in." They invited.

Kratos looks around his surroundings, making sure no one, no enemies were around. Straightening his posture and entering the home of the witch. The witch stands before them, placed on a staircase made out of vines and perhaps other plantation that came from the tree. Her hair looked smooth and silky, and trailing in a unusual pattern in it, were small flowers of various vibrant colors. Her dress was nice, modest and flattering.

"I seek a resolution to Heimdall," Kratos says to the witch. "The fates of this land have told me that I will kill them. I do not wish for that to happen. I wish to spare him." The witch seems slightly surprised, before then smiling softly. "I am very glad that you have chosen a different path, my friend. A kinder one." Her facial expression then turns thoughtful. "Though this may be a bit tricky for you, as Heimdall is a difficult one to deal with. He has an awful, dirty mouth, but he has no malicious nature. He simply wants to anger and annoy anyone with any chance he'll get. He is also extremely loyal to Odin, with the hopes of being recognized and perhaps praised for by his good graces. We all know how Odin will abuse that. He simply does not care for Heimdall."

"What can be done? What will have to be done to change what will happen?" Kratos asks, wishing to know everything that he can from the witch. "You two will fight. This, I believe, can not be avoided. You will win, but Heimdall will never openly admit defeat. He is someone who is a proud one, and admitting to defeat will destroy his ego. I can give you a spell, one that will make Heimdall incapable of combatting against you. You could use that to your advantage, to, tame him, if I may say. But you will have to take your time with him, it will take patience."

"Mh, it will be done." Kratos grumbles in an agreeing tone, before then being given the materials needed for the spell to take effect, and leaving the witches home to confront Heimdall.

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The witch was right, the fight is inevitable. Atreus has went with Hildisvini to rescue Freyr, and Kratos sees the distress and worry in Freya's eyes.

"Go to him," Kratos says to the woman gruffly, untying Mimir from his hip. "Brother, I hope you know what you're doing." Kratos simply grumbles.

"Whatever the outcome, you have my support." Freya says, a hand on Kratos' chest in a supportive manner. Kratos doesn't say anything, and he rolls his shoulders before then entering the battlefield where Heimdall stood, feeling lighter without his companions. He has a good feeling about this.

"I thought I was going to start growing grey hair once that touching moment was over," Heimdall says, already mocking the god of war. Kratos steps foward dangerously, if Heimdall had to admit anything, his presence did intimidate him a slight bit. But only, a slight bit. Kratos takes a moment to look at his smaller opponent. Looks can be deceiving, deadly deceiving if you're not careful, but the blonde, cocky and snobby god of foresight seems to be very slight of figure. Kratos assumes that he will be fast and light on his feet, adding onto it with his powers.

"I do not wish to fight you, Heimdall," and in response, the smaller god scoffs, almost seeming offended. "You know, right there, what you said, is amusing, Ghost of Sparta. The destruction you have caused for simply existing is profound. Almost, impressive. But wherever you may go, death will follow! The All-Father has instructed your imminent death, and I will obey him. To protect the realms from falling to your hands!"

The blonde makes the first move, looking straight into his eyes. He feels a shocking chill go down his spine and throughout his body at the raw power he feels bounce off of the god of war. It worries him a bit, but he can't overthink this. It has to be perfect.

His blows are easily parried, and it was easy for him to block the blows from the god of war. This was considered childs play for him, but it also felt intense, and it was amusing to him to feel the thrill of facing such an intense enemy, a grin growing across his face due to it.

Suddenly, a golden spear materializes out of thin air, falling into the god of war's hand and them being thrown towards Heimdall. He easily catches it, as Kratos expected. He gets a laugh out of the god of foresight, his guard being down for a moment. "You think you can even wound me by using this? You are truly stupid."

Kratos then brings out another spear, the same as the one he held earlier and thrown at Heimdall, and slammed the bottom end into the ground, causing the similar spear Heimdall held to implode into multiple pieces, burning his hand and having pieces of the shrapnel dig into his hand. He yelled in pain and surprise, and due to not being hit before, his tolerance is zero, so the pain stung throughout his whole body as blood flowed out of some parts of the wound that had not been cauterized by the intense heat given by almost magma-like blades that dug and practically cooked parts of his exposed skin and flesh.

He holds his eyes shut to try and comprehend the pain, and that was the moment Kratos needed, and he quickly stepped foward and closer to Heimdall. He regains his composure and looks up and into Kratos' piercing gaze, and there he regains his footing.

He dashes back to assess his wounds, tiny tears trickling and forming at the corner of his eyes due to the intense pain, resisting the urge to ball his hand up, knowing it won't do shit. "You, cut me," Heimdall says, in disbelief. "I have never been cut before."

"It shows, you are in pain. Let me assess the wound." Kratos says, slowly approaching the shorter god. And in turn, he backs away from him, soon feeling the rocky wall press against his back. "Why, so you can hurt me again?! With that spear?!" Heimdall yelps, having a hint of fear and panic in his voice for once. "No. Now, hand." Kratos reaches out for his hand, and Heimdall hesitates to let Kratos assess his wound, but he lets him after contemplating if he should or should not. Kratos pretends to assess his wound, sticking his hand into a pouch filled with what the witch gave him for the spell, and he roughly inserted it into Heimdall's mouth, then covering it so he wouldn't spit it out.

Heimdall panics, kicking and punching the god, but then only kicking him due to the pain in his hand. Kratos says the spell that binds it's effects to Heimdall, and he watches as Heimdall slowly goes limp and paralyzes, falling to the ground. He can still breathe, blink and speak, but he can't move any limb, or his body, he's still like a doll of some sorts. True panic fills his eyes, "What have you done to me?!" He yelps.

Kratos kneels down and lies him down against his lap, holding his head up with a hand. He reaches into his pockets and took out some green-ish powder, he attempts to feed it to Heimdall. "I won't eat that, you're trying to poison me!" Though, when he looks towards Kratos, he sees that he has no ill intention. "This will heal your wounds. Eat." Kratos says. Heimdall looks at the powder hesitantly, then nodding. Kratos gently feeds him the powder, getting slobber all over his fingers, but he doesn't say anything about it. Heimdall swallows the powder, gagging a bit. Kratos pulls out his fingers and a lewd string of saliva was connected. Kratos wipes his finger on his cloth and Heimdall looked disgusted with him. Understandable.

He feels all sense of his pain go away, he feels Kratos pick up his hand and there he sees his wound had been stitched, burned areas had cooled and healed. Kratos wasn't lying. Heimdall tries to get his body to do anything, to move, to flinch, to do anything, but he could not do anything, he is truly paralyzed. He feels well, but there is another growing feeling. Perhaps, a good warm one.

He wants to turn away and hide his face from the god of war, as he is being looked at with scrutiny by him. He seems nervous, as a growing feeling makes him hot. Kratos is intrigued, he wonders if he had accidentally injured Heimdall with the spear that exploded. He proceeds to open his tunic, letting the cloth drip down his shoulders, presenting him in a lewd way.

Kratos grumbles, his expression looks pleasantly surprised. Heimdall's face went even redder, catching onto the god of war's feelings. Kratos' large, calloused hands glided and caressed over Heimdall's chest, it sends shivers up his spine. Kratos then leans in towards Heimdall, using the hand that craddled his head to push it up to give him a short yet passionate kiss. A short small string of saliva connected to their mouths, shortly breaking when Kratos pulled away.

Heimdall is overwhelmed with the amount of sensations he feels, he could not tell if he loved or hated it. It was shameful, but pleasurable. Kratos continues to touch and observe Heimdall, sometimes pushing into his stomach to check for injuries.

"Your skin is, incredibly soft." Kratos murmurs, and that compliment makes Heimdall flustered. He mumbles a soft 'thank you' as he watches Kratos touch his body. Then he stops at his chest, Heimdall looked confused when he did so. There, strong, scarred fingers brush over his nipple, giving Heimdall a very overwhelming sensation. After doing so for a few minutes, the nub eventually hardens. Kratos then uses his fingers to pinch, pull and push at it. Heimdall lets out a shameful cry, which startles the god of foresight. He did not expect such a sound to come out of his own mouth. He really did have a dirty mouth.

He wants to cover his mouth, his face even. But he can't. He has to wallow in his shame. Kratos then focuses on the other side of the god of foresight's chest, overwhelming him even more with the foreign sensations. In turn, makes Heimdall whine, his eyes squeezed close. He had never thought of doing this, even at the slightest thought of it, it was always washed away with him thinking of the importance of protecting Asgard and being on the constant watch for the All-Father. He had never explored his body with anyone, and he never explored his own body himself. He didn't know how to really feel about this, but for now, he felt great.

This was getting incredibly risky, Heimdall's lower half was responding excitedly to Kratos' attention, and Heimdall wants to make it go away. But he could not. It twitches with excitement and desperation, and Kratos finally acknowledges it, looming over his limp body.

"You react, and act as if you have never been touched before," Kratos says, his gaze could be considered hot enough to melt Hel itself. Desire was written all over him, all in his sight, and in Heimdall's foresight. Heimdall was overwhelmed and nervous by everything, he has never been a persons object of desire before, and it's even more surprising to him that he's Kratos' object of desire.

"I..— I have never been, touched before," His words were failing to come afloat, he did not want to admit to something so shameful. But perhaps, just this once.

"Do you want me to?" Kratos asks him, letting his hand drop down to his side. He gives him a choice as he can't make out if he enjoys the feeling or not.

"You're giving me a choice?" Heimdall did indeed enjoy the attention he was being given, but he did not want to admit it. He already admitted to one shameful thing, it'd destroy him if he admitted another.

"Would it be easier to not give you one?"

Heimdall looks away, shame and humiliation painted all over his expression, giving a little 'mhm' as his only response. Kratos obliges. His large hand slowly slides back onto the smaller god's body, caressing each part of him, slowly and teasingly going lower and lower. Heimdall watches him do so, while occasionally letting out adorable little noises.

Once he reaches his lower half, his belt hasn't been unbuckled yet. Kratos was focused on his upper half, now it's the lowet half of his body he has to excite even more. He slowly unbuckles his belt and fully takes off the rest of Heimdall's clothing, observing him just for a moment, seeing Heimdall squeeze his eyes shut while doing so."You are, pretty," Kratos murmurs, but it was unclear to Heimdall. "What did you say?" he asks, curious as what the god of war said. In response, he got a soft grumble. "..Not much of a talker, huh?" Heimdall laughs softly, trying to kind of make this situation a bit humorous, again, he only got a small grumble from the other man. Which makes him wonder if he liked that or not. Sure, he could look and read his thoughts, but even with that, his mind seems, empty, most of the time. Except for when hes in fights.

Kratos fixes his position, making Heimdall lean against him, holding him up. His hand slowly trails down, where he sees there is a happy trail. It takes him a moment to do so to tease the smaller god, he wraps his hand around his erection, in which makes him let out a small gasp and faint whine.

Kratos feels it throb and twitch in his grasp, and he starts to slowly move. Even with the slow movement, it's already making Heimdall go crazy. The sounds of delighted pleasure filling the battlefield that has been made into a scene for lust. His sensitivity for not being touched at all making it all the more harder for him to hold back and resist the foreign feelings.

Heimdall starts to whine more, his cock throbbing even more and already leaking. "..More..—" he murmurs, struggling to even speak as euphoric senses take over and overwhelm his body. "Mmn." Kratos murmurs, a thumb over his tip as he painstakingly edges him, pushing his thumb lightly and circling it, hearing Heimdall let out cries and sobs of desperation as he quickly gets closer to his release, he does not recognize this feeling, it feels weird to him. Kratos however, recognizes it, and decides to give his release to him, vigorously jacking him off to finish it off.

Heimdall yelps and cries as his body slightly twitched during his release, watching as his own fluid sprayed and landed on his body, Kratos helping him by pumping it all out.

His body feels warm, euphoric, and he also feels, tired? Is this normal? He hears Kratos mumble something and he feels his limbs come back to their senses, he can move again! He attempts to stand up and gain his footing, but his legs buckled under him and he fell back onto Kratos. The larger man picked him up along with his clothing, and there he cleaned him up a bit and redressed him. "I can't, go back to Odin like this. But I have to..-"

"You don't need to."

"..What?"

"You don't have to go back to Odin."

"But, I have to, I have to protect hi--"

"You're coming home."

"With you?!-" And Heimdall was picked up by Kratos once again, and he didn't even bother to try and protest nor fight back, he was tired, his limbs felt too sore to move. So he accepts this. He is coming home with Kratos, and he might or might not have caught feelings for the god of war. He just has to figure out of Kratos likes him back or not.

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