#gow fanfiction

[whackk-kermitt]

How They Proposed

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: I don't know any old Norse or Greek marriage proposal traditions and I don't care enough to Google. 🤷‍♂️

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Kratos

He literally just asked.

Almost didn't even ask honestly…

“We should marry.(?)”

So straightforward it was almost pathetic.

Yet when you smiled so brightly and accepted he smiled back.

The kind of smile that reaches the eyes.

He'd been so sure you would agree to taking his hand, you had already taken his heart and given him yours.

But there was still a doubt of his worth in the back of his head that whispered about the chance of being rejected.

But it went away when you jumped in his arms and immediately started introducing him as your husband to everyone you meet.

The proposal was so unromantic but the wedding…?

Can you say big fat Greek wedding?

Because absolutely it was.

There weren't a lot of people, really just the close important ones.

He shed a single tear when he saw how much effort you put into cleaning up and dressing up for it.

You had looked so beautiful when you took his hand that it almost felt like a dream he would wake from soon.

Kratos definitely made you cry with his vows to you.

Mimir

If he still had his body he would've loved to take you to your favorite place in all the realms.

He would've wanted to lay out a picnic for you two, with flowers and sweets and the best food he could cook up.

He would've taken his time making it perfect for you.

He almost cried when he realized he wouldn't be able to slide a ring on your finger.

Yet what he did instead was get Kratos to get as much of this dream done as possible!

They made up a reason to get you out there without you getting suspicious.

Kratos had gone out there earlier when he said he was hunting to set up the picnic.

Even if he couldn't eat anything he made sure your favorites were there.

As soon as you were unknowingly led to the picnic Kratos handed Mimir to you and left without a word.

You sat and held mimir as he explained that he wanted to make it romantic but could manage it on his own.

Finally, he asked you to consider being his wife, and before he could even finish you had said yes.

Best Day of his life.

And now it was his favorite place in all the realms.

Sindri

This man went all out on a romantic dinner!

Cooking himself with help from tyr to make sure the food was great.

Setting the candlelit dinner up and kicking everyone out for the night.

He'd got a vase with your favorite flowers for a centerpiece.

He crafted the ring himself.

And when you returned to the house and saw him standing there you know what was coming.

You started crying with joy before he even got to ask.

But you calmed yourself and let him.

He stuttered a lot and bounced on the balls of his feet.

He almost didn't even have the guts to look you in the eye when he asked it.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

And after you said yes he had one more surprise for you.

Not only taking your hand in his to slide the ring on your finger…

He kissed you for (likely) the first time.

Of course, he washed his face and hands before you guys sat to eat.

Brok

He was terrified.

Plain and simple.

He never thought he'd be the type of man to marry until you brought it out of him.

He had no idea what he was doing.

He took all of Sindri’s advice and put together a romantic dinner.

He grumbled when Sindri told him he absolutely should not be the one cooking…

It was not the most elagent and romantic dinner but it was his best at making something special for you.

It was perfect.

He practiced the words he wanted to say in the mirror for hours.

When you came to him and smiled at the efforts he put into the table set(mostly Sindri’s work) he couldn't find the words.

So he skipped over that and you guys sat to eat.

He just enjoyed talking and dining with you until you reached for his hand and told him you loved him and everything he's done to make you feel special.

Then the words found themselves.

“I love you too, hot stuff. I wanna love you till death tries t’ tear us part. Will you marry me?”

Then he showed you the ring.

He freaked the fuck out when you started crying but smiled when he heard you saying yes through the tears.

Then he started to happy cry a bit.

He made you promise to never tell anyone he did.

Tyr

He took you somewhere far from people and just held your hand in is as you two strolled through the Flora and Fana thriving around you.

He didn't plan exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to ask, but he hopped it would please you to hear.

You two walked and talked for a good hour or two.

It was a peaceful and domestic connection between you that made him feel like anything he would say, even if he messed it up, you would understand.

When the two of you reached a particularly stunning view of a waterfall, he allowed you to step ahead and admire the view.

He was almost too wrapped up in admiring you he'd nearly forgotten about the proposal!

He bent down on one knee just behind you and waited.

When you notice he had not come to your side when you called his name you turn to find him smiling up at you.

“My love, I want nothing more than to spend all my days with you. If you'd except me?”

He held up the ring to you.

The sound of your voice saying yes was the most captivating sound he'd ever heard.

He was mesmerized by it for a long moment, smiling so sweetly.

Then he made quick work of sliding the ring on your finger and pulling you in and embrace.

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I honestly had trouble thinking of something for Heimdall on this one! Sorry! If anyone has ideas for his character, please let me know!

Not proofread.

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[queer-irritator]

Everything Has Changed | Kratos x reader

A/N: I was listening to music and Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift came on and it made me think of how one look at Kratos and I was in love lmao. I think Kratos deserves a whirlwind, sudden teenage dream type romance. Pure fluff!

Fem reader, no use of pronouns, but feminine descriptions used.

CW: Adult language, mention of death, mention of mysophobia. 

Word Count: 4,535

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You lived alone on a small island in Svartalfheim, near Dragon’s Beach. Since the towns nearby were built with dwarves in mind, you didn’t exactly find it the most comfortable to live in Nidavellir. So, you built your own little slice of paradise. You had a quaint home, not unlike those housed by dwarves. You also had your own garden to grow food, and a few pets to keep you company. You found your way into the tight-knit community created by, and for, dwarves after being taken in by the most unlikely candidate in all of Svartalfheim, Sindri.

Left an orphan after your parents were murdered under Odin’s orders, you were stuck wandering the town of Nidavellir at the age of 6. Your parents were adventurers; brave and curious truth-seekers. But when their curiosity brought them to Svartalfheim, dangerously close to what you can only assume was something very sacred to Odin, they were killed. Or, that’s what you think anyway. Odin and the aesir claim there was an “accident” when they were exploring. You didn’t know any better at the time, but Sindri did. Somehow he had convinced Odin not to take you away with him, gods know what he would have done to you if he hadn’t been successful. 

Since then, you’ve looked to Sindri, and the entire community of Nidavellir, as family. It had been almost two decades since then, and now you work hard helping out the dwarves any way you can. You perform chores that are made easy due to your height advantage over them, but most importantly you make yourself available to listen to the community, sort of like a self-appointed therapist. That’s where you were at this very moment, on a hill a few minutes walk outside of town, you call your “office”. You saw a few people each day, but today was slower than usual. On days like this you liked to practice magic and tend to your garden. You took an interest in nature, so Sindri taught you how to manipulate some natural elements, get food to grow quicker, some healing magic, stuff like that. You were planting some seeds for the upcoming harvest season. Your hands, covered in soft, cold dirt, carefully poked holes into the tender earth. You dropped a few seeds in each hole before gently covering them back up. 

The snap of a twig to your left tore your focus away from your current task. You turned your head to meet the sound and couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You saw Sindri stepping out from behind a tree, you hadn’t seen him in a few months, the both of you had been consumed in work as of late.

“Sindri!” you called to the dwarf as you dusted the dirt off your hands and stood up.

“Hey, it’s been a while. I-”

You cut off Sindri’s words by running over to him and embracing him in a bone-crunching hug. You were careful to keep your dirty hands away from him, but he hated being touched nonetheless. This was the longest you’ve ever gone without seeing each other, so he was just going to have to deal with your close proximity. You could feel his body tense up around your arms, signaling he had enough. 

“I’m sorry, I know you hate it, but I haven’t seen you in forever!!” You flashed him a sad smile, pleading him not to be upset with you. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just… take a bath in bleach.” He was standing so none of his limbs were touching each other, like an awkward sparring dummy. 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You teased him as you knelt down to rinse your hands in a bucket of water nearby. 

“We breathed the same air for nearly 20 years, a hug is nothing.” you attempted to reason with his brain. You stood up once again and really took in the sight of Sindri standing in front of you. Despite his mysophobia that refused to waver, you really missed him. 

“So, what are you doing here? Just dropping by?”

“No, I… I actually need your help with something.” Sindri’s tone had shifted from annoyed to more serious. “Anything for you, Sin’.” you smiled at him, trying to keep the conversation light. You couldn’t imagine he would have anything horrific to ask of you. You turned to a small shelf and grabbed a clean rag and a bottle of cleaner and handed it to Sindri. 

“Here. I can’t take you seriously with you standing like that, man.” You chuckled. He mumbled out a ‘thanks’ and swiftly began to clean himself.

While Sindri was getting himself into a state of cleanliness that he deemed suitable, he told you of the favor he needed. He explained that the World Tree was dangerously close to becoming overgrown, and Ratatoskr had his hands busy trying to parent the lindwyrms, who were not ready to care for the world tree on their own quite yet.

“Ahh, so now my “dirty hobby” has come to be useful!” You crossed your arms smugly as Sindri rolled his eyes with a scoff. 

“If that’s how you want to look at it…” he murmured. “Just, come to my house when you’re ready. I have to take a bath now.” 

Before you could even agree, Sindri was gone. You chuckled to yourself and began to clean up and get ready to be away for awhile. You said a spell over your newly planted seeds to keep them healthy and watered for the time being. Next you collected some clothes and supplies into a small satchel and picked up your sword. Its hilt was crafted from dwarven steel and the blade was made out of wood from a poison tree and wrapped in thorny vines. You slid it into its sheath on your back and headed to the nearest mystic gateway. 

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Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir had just returned from freeing the Hafgufa from Vanaheim. There was a trail of sand following behind them.

“I’m really glad we got to set the Hafgufas free, but I don’t think I wanna go to any realms with sand for a while…” Atreus stated as he brushed some sand from his hair

“Aye, I’ve got sand in me neck stump!” Mimir shared Atreus’ disdain for feeling sand in every crevice imaginable. The sound of the front doors opening pulled the men’s attention from their current discomfort.

You took a few steps through the front door before you stopped in your tracks as you locked eyes with perhaps the most invigorating man you’ve ever seen. You hadn’t expected to see anyone else at the house, let alone someone so tantalizing. It felt as if all the breath was stolen from your lungs as you looked deep into his amber eyes. The scowl the man had on his face only a second before had noticeably softened now. It was as if the two of you were the only people in all the nine realms at that moment. After what felt like years of staring into this man’s soul through his eyes, it was cut short as sound filled the air. 

“Y/n! About time I saw you again.” Brok greeted you as he walked out from behind the counter of the workshop. You held your gaze with the giant man for just one more second before reluctantly tearing your eyes away to greet Brok. 

This was no big deal, you just had to act like you hadn’t just seen the most attractive and magnetizing person in your entire life… If you didn’t believe in love at first sight before, you sure as Hel believed in it now.

“It’s really great to see you, Brok.” You smiled at the blue dwarf and bent down to engulf him in a hug. You could only hope that he couldn’t feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

Although your back was turned, you could feel the man's eyes on your body. You stood up straight and took a deep breath, readying yourself to speak to the handsome stranger. You turned towards him and held out your hand to greet him as you found yourself drawn to his eyes once again. 

“Hi, I’m (y/n).” You introduced yourself. The man glanced down at your hand and then back at you. He reached his hand out to grasp yours in a surprisingly gentle handshake. 

“Kratos.” is all he said. The sound of his voice was better than anything you imagined. You could have melted into a puddle of goo at that very moment. 

“Kratos.” You smiled as you repeated his name. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You said, letting go of his hand, missing the warmth of his body heat immediately. You looked to your right to see a teenage boy. You had almost missed him in all the feelings and thoughts swirling around in your head. 

Kratos placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, “This is my son, Atreus.” 

You reached your hand out to greet Atreus as well, “It’s very nice to meet you too!” you smiled at the boy. He returned your smile and shook your hand, with much more grip and enthusiasm than his father.

“Good to meet you as well! So, how do you know Sindri?” Atreus asked, assuming only people close to the dwarf would be allowed access into his home. You chuckled slightly, thinking he was joking around. When he glanced around awkwardly you realized how serious he was. 

“Oh…” you started, confusion showing on your face, but it soon turned to agitation. “Oh my gods.” You quickly turned your head to Brok. “He… He doesn’t talk about me?” You practically yelled in astonishment. 

“Hey, don’t take it out on me… But, uh, let me take a look at yer sword.” Brok knew just how to evade your annoyance. You took out your sword and set it down on the workshop table with a scoff as you repeated your words with disbelief, “He doesn’t talk about me…” 

Kratos and Atreus silently exchanged glances to each other as they were left guessing how you and Sindri were acquainted. One situation in particular was swirling around Kratos’ mind, that you were romantically involved with the dwarf. Disappointment had crept up onto him as he began to entertain this thought. 

“Uhm… Are you and Sindri, like… dating?” Atreus awkwardly asked you, staring at his own feet to avoid your gaze. 

“No! Oh, no, not at all! He raised me!” You had been so lost in your annoyance that you never answered the boy's question. 

Kratos felt relief wash over him. He wasn’t sure why he was relieved, or why he cared if you had been something more than a friend or family member to Sindri. He had just met you, he should not be having these types of thoughts or feelings about anyone, let alone a stranger.

“Ohhh!” Atreus chuckled a little, finally looking up at you again. “Wait- Sindri had a kid?” He glanced at his father and then back to you. “Are you-”

You cut Atreus off before things could get awkward again, “No, I’m like an adopted sibling he never wanted.” you cleared the air. 

Seemingly right on cue, Sindri entered the house.

“Oh! I didn’t realize you three would be back already...” Sindri shifted his weight from side to side, seemingly unprepared to introduce you to his guests. But his awkward demeanor soon switched to panic as he noticed the pool of sand in his house. 

“Really?!” Sindri sighed loudly as he fetched a broom from a nearby closet. “You two, get outside!” He commanded Kratos and Atreus, pushing the broom at their heels to rush them out of his previously pristine house. 

Once the duo had been escorted outside, Sindri shot them a warning, “And do NOT come back in until you are sand-free!”

Sindri propped the front doors open and began to sweep the sand out of the house. You were left watching the entire ordeal with a slightly amused look on your face. You figured you could give Sindri shit later for not telling his friends about you, he had enough on his plate for the time being. For now, your gaze drifted back towards Kratos.

“Uhm, I’m gonna go take a bath.” Atreus notified his father before turning his back to walk through a small wooden gate on the side of the house to clean up. 

Kratos grumbled slightly and unhooked Mimir from his belt, setting him down on the bottom step of the stairs leading into the house. He then proceeded to take off each piece of his armor and shake the sand out from them. You took your time to look over his upper body. Your eyes trailed the bright red tattoo, from the sharp edge on his face to the swirl on his bicep, and the curve on his abdomen. You couldn’t help admiring his muscular physique and taking note of the large scar on his stomach, and a smaller one over his eye. 

“Alright, quit yer drooling.” Brok’s voice snapped you back into reality. He set down your sword on the counter in between the two of you.

You whipped your head towards the dwarf, a soft pink blush falling over your cheeks. 

“Fuck off, I was not drooling…” You defended yourself, snatching your sword back. You took a moment to look over Brok’s upgrades before returning it to its sheath.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Brok teased you further. 

You rolled your eyes and started to walk down the steps outside. You were careful not to make any more of a mess for Sindri, but not careful enough to notice a severed head on the very last step. In your effort to avoid stepping on the head, you tripped over your own two feet. Instead of feeling the harsh impact of the ground, you felt a warm hand on your upper arm. You looked up to see Kratos holding onto you. His piercing brown eyes were staring right into your soul, again. You felt your heart rate pick up, you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. His grip loosened on you and he returned his hand to his side. 

“You should be more careful.” Kratos advised you. 

“Yeah- uhm, I’m sorry about that.” You turned to the severed head on the steps, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s the big oaf’s fault for settin’ me down there.” The head was surprisingly forgiving of your clumsiness. A tinge of pink settled across your cheeks as you looked back to Kratos. The man just grunted in response to the head. 

“I’m Mimir, it’s nice to meet you.” The head introduced himself at last. You sat down on the steps next to Mimir. 

“Right back at’cha. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.” You felt guilt for over-looking him earlier. Although, you did overlook just about everyone except for Kratos… 

“Don’t even mention it. How could ya have seen me?” Mimir continued to joke at the expense of Kratos. A smile spread across your face. Before you could continue your conversation, a voice rang out.

“Master (y/n)!” A familiar voice entered your eardrums, Ratatoskr. A small sigh escaped your lips as you stood up. 

“Duty calls.” You announced. “I’ll see you two around.” You gave a smile to Mimir and a wave to Kratos before walking over to speak with the abnormally large squirrel. It was time to find out what exactly you’ll be helping him with. 

Kratos’ gaze followed you as you walked away from him. His eyes raked over your figure, memorizing the way you walked and how your hips moved with each step. 

“Father?” Atreus’ voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Hm?” Kratos turned his attention to his son and continued to shake the last of the sand out of his waist armor. 

“I was just saying that the bath is ready for you, and I can clean up out here.” Atreus shifted his gaze between Mimir and his father. Kratos simply nodded his head, dropping the armor he was holding and headed to get himself cleaned up. 

Atreus began to gather the armor from the ground. “Uhh, do you think he’s acting a little… weird today?” 

“I think he might be a wee bit tired from all the traveling, lad. Speaking of, would you mind helping me clean up a bit?” 

“Sure, no problem Mimir.” Atreus smiled and got to work. 

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You spent the next few hours getting a tour of the World Tree and extremely detailed instructions from Ratatoskr on how to care for it. He explained how to prune the branches, what limbs held which realms, what you should never touch, the list went on and on. Your head was so filled with new information it felt like your brain was going to explode. You walked into the house just as it was getting dark outside after finally being relieved for the evening. Even though the realm between realms doesn’t have a sun and a moon, it was still nice to have it simulate days and nights, so as to not lose track of time. The scent of meat and spices filled your nostrils, Brok was in the kitchen stirring a large pot, of what you assume was dinner. 

“That smells amazing.” You said, walking towards Brok. You stopped in front of the giant pot and picked up a spoon to give the stew a taste test. “Tastes amazing too.” 

“It ain’t ready yet.” Brok snatched the spoon out of your hand. You put your hands up in defense.

“Sorry, I guess I’ll just wait then… and never compliment you again.” you turned your back and headed to where you used to sleep growing up.

“Wait, that’s-” Before Brok could finish his warning, you opened the door to be greeted by Kratos sitting on the side of a makeshift bed. The only item of clothing he had on was dark brown pants. He almost looked like a different person without all his armor on. There was even more scarring hiding under his wrist armor, it looked like chains had been branded onto his forearms.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were staying in here.” You apologized for intruding. 

Kratos looked up to meet your gaze, “It is fine.”

You gave him a small smile and looked around the room, “This place hasn’t changed much. I used to stay in this room when I was younger.” You leaned against the wall as a flood of memories entered your mind. 

“You can have the room if you wish.” Kratos said as he stood up with a slight grunt. 

“No, I couldn’t kick you out of your room. You probably need it more than me. Plus, the chair out there is pretty comfy.” You assured him.

“Mh… Let me know if you change your mind.” He began to wrap some red cloth around his forearms. 

“So, how did you come to have a talking severed head as your companion?” You questioned him.

“I cut it off.” Kratos replied to you plainly. 

“Huh?” You had confusion written all over your face.

“He was trapped. Imprisoned in a tree and tortured everyday. He asked me to cut off his head to free him. So I did.” Kratos further explained. 

“Oh, that’s actually really kind of you.” You said, reflecting on the odd, but thoughtful, request.

Kratos grunted in response.

Just as you were about to ask him more about himself, you heard Brok announce that dinner was ready. You gave Kratos one more look over. His lack of clothing was incredibly inviting, but you were hungry and tired. 

“I’ll see you out there.” You excused yourself and walked out to the table to sit down and get some food. 

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Dinner was nice and casual, there was no residual awkwardness from the days prior events. You got to know more about Atreus, that boy really likes to talk. He was going on about the different types of monsters he’s fought with his dad. He seemed the most proud of defeating a huge electric dragon a few years ago. The most surprising detail of the story was that Sindri utilized one of the dragon’s teeth to enhance Atreus’ bow. Swapping stories around the dinner table made the time go by far too fast for your liking. It felt like the six of you had been friends for a lifetime. When the conversation had died down, you stood up and collected the empty plates. You made your way to the kitchen to wash up while Kratos and Atreus went into their respective rooms.

“I can get that, you should get some rest.” Sindri’s voice came from behind you. You turned your head to look at him.

“No, I really don’t mind!” You insisted, turning on the water. 

“Okay… Well, to be honest I don’t trust anyone else washing the dishes but me.” Sindri admitted. 

“Mmmh, the truth comes out.” You chuckled and stepped away from the sink. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“You just rest. You’ve done a lot for me today… Thank you.” Sindri gave you a small smile and got started on cleaning up. 

You had an idea brewing in your mind. You couldn’t get your mind off of Kratos. You just wanted to know more about him, he was all you could think of. You found a spare piece of paper, scribbled down a note, slipped it under Kratos’ door and made yourself scarce. 

“Brother, someone’s slipped a note under your door.” Mimir alerted Kratos, who was laying down on his makeshift bed. He pulled the weight of himself up with a slight grunt and walked over to where the note was. He bent down and picked it up, unfolding it carefully. 

Meet me at the side of the house. 

Kratos furrowed his brows and let out a confused grumble. He set the note down on a crate near his bed and stepped out of his room. 

“Aye, what did it say??” Mimir questioned, but the only response he got was the sound of the door closing and heavy footsteps leading further and further away. 

You were sitting on a barrel, leaning your back against the side of the house and nervously tapping your fingertips on your thigh. You heard the front door open and close, causing you to spring to your feet and run a hand through your hair to tame any fly-aways. You watched as Kratos entered through the side gate, latching it behind him. Your heartbeat started to increase with each step he took toward you. He stopped a few feet away from you.

“You wanted to see me?” Kratos spoke with a hint of confusion laced in his words.

“Yeah, I did…” You took a step toward him, taking in a deep breath before looking up into his eyes. “I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, and I just wanna know you better.” You confessed your infatuation with the man.

“What would you wish to know?” Kratos asked you. 

“Everything?” You responded, taking another step closer to him, leaving only a few inches of space in between you.

“Mh… That may take awhile.” Kratos looked down at you, his chest steadily rising and falling with each breath he took. It was beyond your grasp how he could remain so calm and stoic, but it made you want him more than ever. 

“I have time.” You told him with a small smile. You lifted your hand from your side and carefully placed it on Kratos’ cheek, right where his beard began to sprout. You looked in his eyes for any signs of hesitation, but you found none. You leaned up on your tippy toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 

You leaned back just a few centimeters from him and opened your eyes. He hadn’t moved a muscle, it was like you had kissed a statue. Kratos had a look of surprise and confusion sprawled across his face. His eyes were raking over your facial features, searching for any hint of disgust. He was waiting for you to shove him away, to start laughing at him. He was expecting to hear you question who would ever want to touch a monster like him. But you were just staring right back at him, looking increasingly worried by the second. 

“Are you okay?” You spoke, barely above a whisper. Had you broken him? Did he not like you? Was he trying to find a way to let you down without hurting your feelings? Your embarrassment started to manifest itself as redness across your cheeks, darkening with each moment of silence that passed. 

Kratos nodded ever so slightly and one of his hands ghosted just above your hip, barely making contact with your body. 

You placed your free hand on top of his, encouraging him to make full contact with you. You placed both of your hands on either side of his face and kissed him again. Only this time, you weren’t as gentle. You started with a firm kiss and then began to move your lips against his, trying to encourage him to kiss you back. You felt his hand on your hip pull you closer to his body and then you finally felt his lips start to move against yours. He dipped his head down so you didn’t have to strain to reach his lips. You couldn’t hold back a faint moan erupting from your throat as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get even closer to Kratos. He now placed both his hands on your hips, tilting his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. After a few more moments, you weren’t sure if it was a lack of oxygen, or if you were getting drunk off of the feeling of Kratos on you, but you were getting dizzy. You stopped kissing him and placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself and took a moment to catch your breath. Kratos watched you cautiously, he gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face with the back of his hand. Your face was flushed pink and your lips were wet with the mix of both of your saliva. He hadn’t had any feelings like this in a long, long time. 

“Uhm…” You looked up at Kratos, pleasantly surprised to see he was watching you carefully, “Would you wanna get a drink with me sometime?” 

For the first time you saw the man’s cheeks firm up into a slight smile and heard the sweet sound of a chuckle escape his lips. 

“Why don’t we go now?” He proposed.

You nodded in response, “Yeah, that sounds great.” You smiled back at him, not caring if you looked like a complete idiot. 

“Let us go then.” He declared, walking towards the gate and holding it open for you.

“Okay, I know just the place.” You walked through the small wooden gate and excitedly waited for Kratos to catch up to you at the mystic gateway. 

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I very well may do a part two to this story. Feedback and interaction helps me know if you want me to continue!

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[highpatia]

like real people do | god of war: ragnarok

cherished memories between lovers — bliss upon two souls (kratos/reader + heimdall/reader)

content. fluffy fluff, canon violence and a few mentions of story spoilers?

author’s note. back from the dead with like my worst work yet! but i will be writing more for gow so pls 🙏🏻 requests 🙏🏻

shuffled glances under the moonlight, strands of winter breeze dance along your woollen garb— you wonder if the lack of clothing on kratos’ body envelopes him in cold. his posture makes you think indifferently, shoulders tense but no shakes rack his form. it almost makes you cold just looking at him, the way he is sat so far from the burning fire. you close your eyes for a moment, to rest them briefly from the frost. listening to the flames crack against the logs, the wind howls like a predator, but you know the earth is no enemy.

a few moments pass before you here an all too familiar grunt. as he stands, kratos rolls his shoulders back. the groan in disapproval but he doesn’t cease movement. he walks further into the cave, closer to you. stepping over the hide of an deer you’ve lay down to dry, he settles next to you.

you hum in greeting, eyes still closed, kratos once again, grunts in acknowledgment. you almost want to laugh at his standard way of speech, but you can’t bring yourself to. minutes pass before you lean closer to him and rest your head upon his shoulder, though, due to his abnormally large stature, you only make it to his upper bicep. a faint snicker leaves him as per your failure but you pay no mind. even in the coldest of winters could you find warmth.

where heimdall could read you from the language of your mind, you’d always believe you could read him from the language of his body. shoulders taut and sat behind his head, that cleary meant he was bothered apprehensively and or irritated. posture slump but still higher than others meant he definitely thought so, you see that one most when he was teasing many.

but this one was new, and you didn’t really know what it meant. shoulders sunken and a posture so relaxed that if it was you, he’d mock you about it. a book sits in between his hands, too neat for it to be from the public library, it must be one of his own.

you can’t help but feel a slight jealousy in your bones, why are all the books in the library so aged and tattered, you think that at least aesir would care for the scripts of knowledge. you hear a scoff come from his direction and it breaks you out if your thoughts. the gold of his teeth glimmer as he grinds them against one another, you panic at the idea of angering the odinson but another unfamiliar feeling shoots up your spine, it’s exciting.

“you don’t suppose that the reason why the books inside the local library are ruined is because of you mere mortals? or must you blame gods for all destruction.” he says, the pitch of his tone is playful but it still keeps you uneasy. “though..” he trails, forefinger brush the top of the next page of his book, violet eyes glancing between the words. “i dare say that you could browse my collection one day, if the lack of perfection bothers you that much.” you think from the silver of his tongue that he once again is just jesting you, but his shoulders still appear to be low to his physique.

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[mishapocalyse]

Chapter One: The Man With The Bifröst Eyes

Description: Not many travel up the walls of Asgard, and you are one of the few. When searching for Atreus, you encounter much on your way as a long journey lies ahead of you.

Pairings: Heimdall GOW! x Reader// Thor GOW! x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Gore, Mentions of alcohol, Abuse, Sexual content, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, mental illness may be within this fan fiction. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

"Tell me another story, Kratos." You asked the spartan before you.

He had been leaning over the large oak table, arms crossed--a grimace alluding to the disdain that was spread across his face. Kratos grunted, his demeanor changing ever-so slightly towards you in the process of your small, sweet request.

His shoulders relaxed, he had time for another tale. As he had been waiting, as everyone else had been waiting for Atreus to return home.

Not that there was much any one of them could do.

Atreus had run off, not being seen for two days. You could see the stoic look upon Kratos's face rub off, a look of worry stretching across it. You reached over to place a hand over his own.

"He will return, Kratos. Atreus is probably visiting home in Midgard. Don't worry." you reassured him.

Clearing his throat, the spartan gave another grunt.

So much for another story, you thought to yourself.

*********************

You couldn't sleep that night, a cold sweat keeping you shivering for warmth.

The light tapping of Sindri working on a blade had stirred you fully awake, while you threw back the fur blanket covering you . Atreus had still not returned, you knew as the bed in your shared room had been empty.

You sighed, the young boy had become a son to you. The thought of him being hurt and alone somewhere terrified you.

You heaved a sigh, bracing yourself to stand. Dressing yourself in the padded leather gear, as well as the gold plated armor, you hefted the long bow over your shoulders, to its dismay it chirped.

"Sorry Grötti." you replied in a hushed whisper.

Lugging your rucksack with you, tying the waterskin as well as the wrapped meats inside you slowly wandered towards the door, Sindri giving you the same worried look as he always did.

"I'll be fine Sindri. I promise." Those words hung in the air as sweetly as they did. The dwarf had scurried over from his table to wrap you in a tight hug.

"Please, be careful." and his words clung to the hands that he held, as you slipped away from him and onto the path that lied before you.

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There wasn't much you were worried about, only the boy, Atreus who still was nowhere to be found.

You would bring him home. You only had to find him first.

First, you had checked Midgard, the only would you found were those of the Hel-Walkers, and an angry World Serpent who also had no clue of the whereabouts of the young boy.

Then, the trail led you to Alfheim, then Muspelheim, to Svfartelheim, and finally to Vanaheim. In your last attempt to search for him, every trail of his went cold.

Then it hit you.

He must have went to Asgard.

You shook your head, your worry turned to a haunting desperate feeling as it gnarled your heart in your chest.

You could feel your chest tighten when the thought that he could be trapped by Odin.

Or worse...

He could be dead.

You shoo the thought away, no, Atreus was strong, he was smart. You knew he could handle himself quite well. He always had.

You wished for him to stop looking for trouble. All the while you were also running out of Yggdrasil stones, which meant you could travel to Asgard, however, returning would be a much different outcome.

There was no turning back, and if Atreus was not there, you for sure were going to have a lot more on your plate than trespassing.

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It felt like hours as you wandered the Asgardian realm, wanting nothing more than to bring Atreus home.

You whispered to yourself, as well as to your bow companion, Grötti, of memories from your childhood.

Memories to keep you going, however, remembering who you were as well as to not fall into the fate of sleep.

You grew tired from the long journey here. Although it was a rather short one, it had been unbecoming, filled with nothing but stress, and bloodshed.

Apart from running into old friends, you were short on energy, and yet, it was a long way up.

An exceedingly, excruciating way up.

The wall had towered up stories high, the town you had went through with Migardian's whom sought shelter from the ever-coming Ragnarok. Their eyes watching as you went by.

You yourself knew that you were not the most inconspicuous, as you towered over many.

Standing at around 6'1, your h/c- a braid that circled your head. The furs and armor that encompassed your body--they admired you.

You were not like the others. However, you presented yourself as kind and generous, a smile never leaving your lips as you traveled up the wall.

Scaling it would prove troublesome.

Your fingers dug into the wall, feet kicking into the rock, finding small grooves to hoist yourself up the wall.

When you made it to a ledge, you made a note that when you reached the top, that you were for sure going to need a bath as well as something to eat.

Your rucksack had been stolen in Alfheim by a dark elf, which also held your source of water, in which you had taken to drink from the clear pools of water on the way up.

Not far ahead you had continued to climb, in the distance above you made out the top of the wall. With as much energy as you could muster, you bent your knees, and lunged forward to grip the ledge above you.

Pulling yourself up, you seated yourself on the ledge to look at how far you had came.

Grötti, chirped, delighted the two of you had made it so far without the help from anyone.

You murmured back that it would have been much easier to have just checked here first. The bow had fell silent once more, and you had been well rested to stand.

It was the middle of day when you reached the top, as the surrounding area was vacant. Not a soul was awaiting your arrival, which felt like the easiest by far.

Hopping down, you scoured the area on top of the wall, and as you peered over it you stared in awe of the city below you.

This was Asgard. In all of its glory, you had made it.

Atreus had to be here.

"Now what do we have here? Don't any of you stupid, filthy mortals have any common sense? Or do you all just fall short from the same tree?" You tensed, your back still turned away from the voice that came from behind you.

Wait, did he just insult you? How disrespectful. You internally seethed, yet you kept your composure as this individual was not your problem at this moment. He could pose for one later though.

"I wouldn't know, yet you would speak just as filthy as those you comment about." You retorted, still facing away.

He scoffed, "Have you come to bask in the glory of Asgard? Or steal from the Aesir?"

You had no time for this conversation, Atreus could be anywhere in the realm. Yet, this person was wasting your time. You slowly turned around, the furs gliding effortlessly behind you, your hair falling back into place.

Grötti had become rather irked by the stranger in front of you, keeping the bow calmly against your back as you spoke once again.

"I have come for a friend of mine. Nothing more."

"Lies." he sneered. "Everyone comes here for more. You could be just as selfish as the rest of those nasty mortals-" you interrupted him when you raised a hand.

"He is but a boy. Ye' high. He ran off, and I could not find him anywhere." You looked down at the ground innocently.

"I am worried sick about him. Have you seen him?" You added.

The stranger not once spoke another word, he stood there, eyes glued to you in disbelief.

"I will take you to him then--" You bowed to him, eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N."

"What?" The stranger asked, a brow raised. The Bifröst of his eyes glowing, swirling into one another.

"My name. And yours, god?" you quipped, that same playfully sweet smile egging the conversation on.

"I am the God of Foresight, Heimdall." He began, staggering towards you with a mission.

"Welcome to Asgard." He frowned as he passed.

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This was so amazing to read and I'm really glad there are Sindri works for GoW, sadly it has been orphaned so I can't be certain the creator will ever see this.

BUT I really wanted to draw something from this. Holy cow chapter 6 fucking rocked AHHH WTF

I am an absolute sucker for unhinged devotion in media, especially when both parties simple want to be okay

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Gods of Disappointment: Pt 1: For a Better Future

Summary: (Through Thrud’s POV): The Thor family (besides Thor), escapes Asgard, and is in search for a new home. Thrud gets irritated from stress, Modi makes it worse for a moment, and uhhh yeah no that’s it for rn I think.

A/N: Uhhhhhh no one can stop me no one can stop me from attempting to explore a potential dynamic between Thrud and her brothers if they were revived, absolutely nobody can stop me, dear god, I hope I’m doing this right.

Thrud had woken up in a daze, barely conscious enough to even function normally. 

With her eyes barely open, she felt the sudden touch of hands grabbing her arms and pulling her up. Thrud subconsciously moved her arms and waist, ready to fight, until she heard her mother’s voice.

Rushingly, her mother whispered,”Thrud, wake up, it’s time, we have to leave now.” The girl’s eyes had fully opened upon hearing that statement.

The family had been planning for the last two years to escape from Asgard. Realizing how much the place badly influenced both Thrud’s father and brothers, Sif had been the one to speak her mind and tell Thor they needed to leave if they wanted a better future for Thrud. Thrud had opposed the idea at first, wanting to be a valkyrie, but quickly realized maybe it would be for the best if the family did leave. Although she still had a yearning for her grandfather’s approval, she did want a chance for her family to truly become one again. 

Thrud had immediately gotten off her bed, opened up her floorboards, and exposed a backpack full of belongings she’d packed for whatever new home she might have.

When she turned to look at her mother, she noticed she was wearing a utility belt with her typical attire. Equipped to the belt were small bags of currency, first aid, and something else with a gentle wooden clang in it.

When Thrud was up and ready, so was her mother by the door, holding a lantern up.

Thrud and her mother ran out of the bedroom, past the halls, and out the building. Thrud felt a blast of the cold air on her face, and looked up at the night sky; noticing the dark clouds above. She could only think of her father and the possible outcomes of this.

Thrud and Sif ran past the dark training grounds, and to Gulltoppr- which everyone planned to steal from Heimdall with pleasure-. Holding saddle bags all over his sides, All were full of equipment and belongings of the family.

Magni and Modi were standing beside the cat, quietly bickering who should be in the front -almost getting physical like children- until both looked to Sif. 

The two straightened up, Magni then mounted to the front, and Modi assisted his mother, then Thrud mount Gulltoppr. He then sat on the rear, holding onto the end of the set of armor the animal wore.

The air felt suffocating, everything was silent, and everyone looked in the direction of where Sif and Thrud had just left; all awaiting for the signal. The signal for safety that Odin would be distracted.

Thrud’s stomach churned, and her hold around her mother’s waist tightened, begging for some sort of relief.

BANG!

A snap so loud it echoed across the nine realms. A bright blue strike of thunder struck up into the sky and into the clouds.

“Go!” Sif yelled to Magni.

No time was wasted as Gulltoppr sprinted away from the direction of raging lightning and thunder. Off to the lift, away from Asgard, away from Odin, and to a future for the greater good.

—

“Wait, stop here Magni.” Without a word, Magni obeyed his mother, stopping the animal by a large tree.

It had been nearly a whole day of non stop running. Very short breaks were involved, and Thrud was hoping it was time to truly rest from sitting for so long. The girl was about to hop off with her mother until she was stopped by Modi’s hand on her shoulder. She looked back at Modi, and he was nodding a “no” at her, noticeably silent. Thrud sighed in frustration, and sat back down.

Sif on the other hand, hopped off Gulltoppr, reaching for the bag - with a gentle wooden clang - still on her waist. She opened the bag and pulled something small out that Thrud couldn’t see, for her mother’s back was now towards her.

Sif walked towards the tree, and subtly hid the object underneath one of the roots of so. She quickly got up, and mounted the back of Gulltoppr again.

“We will rest soon, we just need to make sure we’re out of sight from the ravens.”

The animal continued walking, and Thrud turned her head behind and stared at where her mother hid the object. 

Why couldn’t we take a break here and then leave that thing there when we leave? What even is that thing anyway?

Thrud desperately wanted to ask her mother, but she knew she would only receive another “I’ll explain later.”

Thrud was already anxious from what was now almost a day ago- having seen her father’s lighting viciously flail into the sky.- She knew that wasn’t a good signal for him. In the end, all these questions and thoughts being unanswered made her stomach churn, and her fists clench. 

She couldn’t even make conversation to calm her nerves down. Any with her mother would have typically turned into an argument, and gods forbid her brothers be in the same room when a conversation occurred, they’d both bicker and argue like two little girls over a doll. At least the little girls fought for something. Magni and Modi fought for the sake of fighting- and hardly ever did they fight with an actual goal in mind.

—

It wasn’t like things were the same as they were four years ago though. Thrud was glad about that. Magni and Modi’s deaths meant nothing to anyone on Asgard besides what was left of the family. Sif was destroyed, Thor was pissed and mournful, and Thrud was left conflicted. 

She was only about ten years old when the word reached Asgard. She loved her brothers, but the emotions were barely there. Her brothers were nice to her growing up, but at the same time, they were hardly ever home by the time she turned around seven. After that, a strong distance grew between Thrud and her brothers, and it was never the same. Even after the two were revived some time after their deaths…

Thanks to Sif and her constant bartering with Odin, she convinced him to bring them back to life with some of the old magic he had known of. The spell however –due to not having any Vanir gods left in Asgard– was not the highest of quality. Magni and Modi were brought back yes, but their minds and bodies were… damaged, for a brief period of time. They were barely breathing, and for weeks, comatosed. They would awake, but have little memory of anything. Magni and Modi had to re-learn their names, family, how to read and walk again. Their minds and bodies did recover over time, but for that entire winter passing, Sif and Thrud were the only ones helping the two recover.

Sif drowned herself in guilt, having known she was partly the cause for this, and Thor seemed to have begun reflecting. He was mostly silent for the duration, but he had begun to stop drinking so much. 

Thrud was glad to have her brothers back, and with how her parents were at the time, she really thought things would change for the better after everything. She was very wrong.

—

Thrud felt the sudden cold of a hand on her shoulder. Having startled her from her sleep, it was enough to make her twist and throw a punch directly onto Modi’s nose, throwing him off Gulltoppr.

His back landed on the snowy ground, nose clutched in his hand, and angrily yelled,“Uuuurgg, dammit Thrud!”

“What, you scared me!” Thrud’s irritation from before had quickly crept back again. She jumped off Gulltoppr and ran to Modi to check on him. “Don't forget who made me learn that anyway! Your and Magni’s pranks are your dumbest ideas next to trying to kill–” Thrud paused. Modi still on the ground, gave her the “go ahead, say it” look. She forgot she shouldn’t have brought that up to Magni or Modi. Not anymore. “Urrrrgh! You guys are so annoying!” Thrud remarked through gritted teeth. She grabbed Modi’s arm, leaned back, and picked him off the ground.

With his hand covering his nose, Modi replied, “Uugh, for the millionth time, we were joking!” He looked at his hand to see blood dripping off. A small “eugh” came from his mouth as he flicked some off.

“Yeah,” From her side, she pulled a cloth out of a pouch to give to modi. “Tell the little girl aspiring to be a valkyrie that they were all so prepared to fight,” she then handed him the cloth, to which he gestured his hand, refusing. ”’they’d wake up throwing punches.’” Thrud quoted.

Modi turned away from Thrud almost giggling, and blew blood out from one nostril, then the other. Through a slight smile, Modi responded, “You gotta admit, that was pretty funny.” He motioned for the cloth with his hand. 

Thrud handed the cloth, “Not when you wake up almost punching your fucking mom, asshole.” She was about to throw a punch at Modi’s stomach until she heard her mother.

“Thrud! Language!” Sif’s eyes narrowed, and her eyebrows furrowed. A very audible and exhausted sigh flew from her breath. Bringing Gulltoppr to a cave, she continued, “And put on a coat. In case you haven’t noticed, we finally arrived in Midgard.”

Thrud hadn’t even noticed the cold when she woke up, and when she did begin to feel it, from the corner of her eye was Modi handing his coat to her. Annoyed, Thrud snatched the coat from his hand, letting out a small “thanks” as she put it on. 

With the cloth still over his nose, Modi walked off to Gulltoppr to grab a new coat from his bag.

Magni’s back was already facing everyone as he was walking off into the deeper parts of the Midgaurdian woods, wrapping bandages on his fists;

And Sif was unpacking a couple things to camp for the night.

Thrud was clueless for a few moments. In an attempt to calm her annoyance down, she breathed the cold air in and sighed out. She observed her surroundings. The air was windy yet silent. It was clear fimbulwinter was upon Midgard still. Very little wildlife was out and about, only barely surviving trees and oversized rocks for miles. Sometimes, an occasional overgrown vine would be sat on a rock. Midguard looked almost like some kind of barren wasteland. Not the best first impression for Thrud’s first time there, but it would do.

Last second A/N: uh if you made it to the bottom, jsyk, I’m probably going to be switching povs pretty often so don’t expect just Thrud’s pov in the next chapter lol

Also school is killing me so I’m choosing to upload this now instead of a month bc UUURRRAAAUUUUGH

Thanks for reading >:D, I’ll make sure to make a master list once my second chapter is out 👍

Update: here's part two :D

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Summary:

After Ragnarok, Atreus and Kratos didn’t part ways. They returned home where they belonged.

Or

After surviving Ragnarok, Atreus and Kratos return home to face the emotional aftermath of the events they endured throughout their journey, grappling with the burdens that now weigh heavily on their shoulders.

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[portellini]

Heimdall Scenario - Humming

As Deastra strolls around in Asgard, she suddenly feels intrigued by the slight humming of a particular Aesir. She follows the humming and finds Heimdall sitting by a tree, apple in hand, and a smile with a book he is smitten with.

Word Count: 1200 ish

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Vibes: Rex Orange County - Sunflower

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The sky in Asgard looks so warm and lovely, entirely different than Middgard's. The beautiful scenery before me doesn't shush the boredom I feel though. Atreus has been so busy with Odin lately, that I've been left to entertain myself with petty bouts with the Aesirs and, what I'm doing now, taking calming strolls. I've traversed most of the village and met quite a few Aesir. So for this lovely sunset, I decided to venture onto a slightly used path I found. Where it leads to, I have no idea, but something compelled me to walk it.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." I hear someone humming nearby. "Hmm, hmm." Intrigued, I follow the sound. To my surprise. I find a familiar muse for my entertainment.

"Heimdall?" I say while a cheeky smile grows on my face.

The Aesir looks up at me. His expression is surprised, almost flustered. Quickly his face contorts into a scowl, and he glares at me. "Stalking me are you?" His purple eyes dig into my mind. "You've been quite comfortable harassing the Aesir, myself especially included."

I can't help but smile a bit wider. Heimdall thinks that I've been disturbing the peace with mockeries and fights. If only he stayed a bit longer to see that those bouts turned into cheers and drunken dancing. "Oh if only you knew how much I longed to see you during my 'harassments'" Heimdall tilts his head, then squints his eyes. "You enjoy my company?" I smile and nod my head. "Well, I despise yours." He shuts his book, which makes me remember why I was so intrigued. "What's the book?" I ask. "Nothing that concerns you." "…" I need to see what's in that book. From the weary emotion on his face, I know HE knows I need to know. I grow antsy and tension builds in my body. How the hell do I overcome his ability of intent, and what the hell does he truly see in my brain? Frozen with uncertainty of what to do, I barely hear Heimdall mocking me. What he is saying is none of my concern right now. I. need. To. see. What. That. book. Was. about. Everything inside of me gave out. I pounce for the book, no thoughts no warning. Heimdall is startled, and his book is engulfed under my body. Immediately, I hug the book and secure it. Now I'm in the fetal position, on Heimdall's lap. Not the ideal place to be, but in reality, any lap is comfortable.

"You're more feral than Gulltopr! You overgrown cat! What was that!" Heimdall tries to stand. He struggles. But then realizes. "You have my book." I tighten all my muscles. "I need to know." "Need to know what, you mania-ridden half-god." Ever so slightly I look at Heimdall, my eyes are filled with mischief. "What about this book? Compelled you to hum so sweetly?" I smile. Heimdall stares into my eyes once more. And he also smiles? "You think I'm hiding a secret admiration for something?" He laughs. "I'm not a creep obsessed with romantic scenarios and fantastical 'lands', or cute whimsical stories!" He leans over me, and I lose my smile. "I change my mind, Look at the book sunshine." He leans back and crosses his arms. His body finally relaxes. Now, I'm bound to feel like a fool once I realize the truth. No, I am not looking forward to Heimdall's infamous mockeries, but yes, I do prefer his sober mockery-filled banter, rather than the drunken shouting of the other Aesir. Hesitantly, I exit my fetal position and sit up between Heimdall's legs. I bring the book closer to my face and read the title. "The great wall of Asgard, and it's prideful watcher." Huh, well that makes sense. A prideful brat finding joy through his own glory. "Satisfied?"- Heimdall leans to me, smiling. -"Sunshine." Once again he laughs and points his finger at me. "I will admit that you too are good company sometimes. Though I hate to admit, you and I are getting too comfortable." His smile shifts.

Swiftly, he kicks me away from him, and I roll into my back. "Hey, that hurt!" I shout while sitting up. Heimdall stands up and walks over to me. "That was nothing you couldn't handle. Don't be so hurt over that." He smiles again and extends his hand. "Trying to be nice now?" I ask. "From anyone else's perspective, I've been nothing but decently nice to you." He has been nicer to me compared to anyone else, especially Atreus, and his own brother. Although I haven't seen him interact with many Aesirs, he usually idles with Odin or by himself. "Do you have any friends?" I ask. Heimdall looks confused but shakes his head. He grabs my arm and pulls me up. "I have many friends, you could say all of Asgard are friends with one another." I look at him, my face unconvincing. He rolls his eyes. "No, I do not get along with many, because I see what they truly are. No matter how much they lie, or how much they charm."- Heimdall's grip on my arm tightens a touch. -"But, I can say you are a bit different, nothing special, just different. Your words come straight from your mind, and they do not lie." Heimdall's eyes look as if they're trying to solve something. He lets go of my arm and takes a step back. "We are friends." His tone doesn't sound too approving.

"Are we really? You don't seem too happy about that." His face looks as if it's pleading with me. As if he's pleading with me to understand his own mind, or he's trying to dig for something in mine. I lean towards him and extend my hand, only my pinky held up. "Hey," I say, my tone being soft, "I won't tell anyone about the sweet hums I heard." I smile cheekily. "Promise." His eyes widen, it's like I genuinely surprised him. Or maybe he doesn't know what a pinky promise is. "I know what that is." He scoffs and holds up his hand to mine, pinky out. He hesitates for a moment, then interlocks our pinkies. "If one word comes out from you about this-" "Then you gut my brother, I know" I interrupt. "No." He scoffs. "You won't get to pet Gulttopr." My mouth drops at the atrocity he had just said. I laugh. "You are truly despicable." I pull my hand back and notice the sun is nearly set. "I should see if Atreus has returned," I say. "Perhaps you should."- Heimdall puts his hand on his hip and leans. -"Come on then."

"Oh, you're coming with me?" I muse while beginning to walk in the direction he was not leaning to. Heimdall grabs my arm. "Yes," He sounds disappointed, "Best I accompany you, so you don't get lost."- He pulls my arm towards the direction he was leaning and we begin to walk. -"You know I leaned this way to indicate where we were supposed to be heading." "Well, you should've been more obvious with it then!" I smile at Heimdall. He smiles back. "You are quite stupid-" His steps slow a bit I and feel his eyes looking at me. -"My darling," he mutters. I barely heard it, and I said nothing of it, and so did he. Small banter about Asgard's nature was made on our trek back. Once we arrived at the Great Hall, he left to serve Odin, and I went to see Atreus. I doubt I'll see him again tonight. Though in the morning, I do hope to see him.

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OooOoooOo MAN good fanfictions are like. Really good. Like... I wana... I wana.... Yes

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[whackk-kermitt]

What would you rather have?

I have some ideas for one-shots & headconnons, but also was thinking about two ideas for a Kratos series..? I don’t have a lot of time to sit and write a lot, and I don't know if anybody cares, but if you have a preference, I might as well write what people will actually read.

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[queer-irritator]

Hello! If you'd like could you write kratos and a m!reader who is an ex-soldier or like used to be a general but had to quit due to an injury

Thank you:)

Hi! Thank you for being my first request 🥹

I really like this idea, you know they would be bonding over the traumas of war.

GoW: Ragnarok Spoilers below. Not proofread

MINORS DNI

Kratos x M! Reader

"I want to thank you for everything..."

Timeline is set a bit after GoW:R; Kratos is an empty-nester.

Content Warnings: Adult language, butchering, most likely inaccurate geography and history of Greenland, alcohol, smut, blowjob, facefucking, praising.

Word Count: 2,476

You lead thousands of men through successful battles.

You saw hundreds of men lay down their lives in the name of freedom.

You would do whatever it takes to ensure victory.

But that was in your past.

A few years ago you honorably discharged from your status of General. After being tortured by some fascist dickheads, you developed hearing problems from ice picks being jammed in your ear. It left you with constant ringing in your head, sometimes so loud you couldn't hear anything else.

You always assumed you would die on the battlefield along side your soldiers. Never thinking about leaving the army or your men behind. But when you could no longer hear footsteps approaching you, or the distant yells from soldiers, you knew your presence would only end up getting others killed. You made sure your men were left being led by the next most capable person.

Since then you've been traveling.

You saw North and South America, Africa, and now you were exploring Europe. Desperate to get a change from the heat, you decided to come in the dead of winter. Now that you were actually here, you regret it a little bit.

You were currently in the north-east, about a two days hike from the ocean. You settled in some woods, you desperately needed to catch some food. You had set up your tent and were adding fuel to a small fire you made. You unpacked a bow and arrow you had in a satchel and started to look for animal tracks.

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Kratos was butchering a deer he caught earlier that day. His mind was going over how to prepare the meat for dinner.

The faint smell of smoke ripped his attention away from his current task. He looked to the horizon and saw a thin column of smoke splitting the blue sky that was starting to turn purple in two.

He grumbled to himself.

He was hungry, he just wanted to eat and rest. But he couldn't ignore the possibility of a threat. He stuck the knife in his hand into the wooden butcher table he was working on. He bent over to pick up his axe and headed in the direction of the smoke.

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You were following some rabbit tracks, crouched low to the ground and moving slowly forward. You needed to rely on your eyes more than your ears nowadays, which wasn't as effective. The distant sound of rustling bushes ripped your attention away from the tracks as you aimed your arrow towards the sound.

There was a large a few feet away from you.

"Can I help you?" You questioned the him with sarcasm in your voice.

"You are trespassing in my home." The man had the deepest voice you've ever heard.

You glanced around, you hadn't noticed any signs of this being someone's house. You lowered your bow and stood up.

"I didn't realize. I'm just trying to get some food and sleep, I'll be gone before the sun is up." You explained to him.

Kratos grumbled slightly.

You knew this type of man. He wasn't the type to let things slide, or give a stranger a place to stay. At least without something in return.

"How about you let me stay, and I'll cook you some rabbit." You bargained.

"I have a deer." The man retorted.

Shit... you were going to have to go for the low blow.

"Well, I served as a General for 15 years, but I'm just trying to enjoy retirement now." You were hoping he wouldn't deny an army man a place to spend the night.

"As am I." He crossed his arms.

"No shit?" You questioned him. Maybe you could use this to secure your spot in the woods.

"I was a General for southern Grœnland." You opened up a little bit, hoping the man would return the favor. But you were just met with a blank stare.

"I lead the war against barbarian invaders... What about you?" You prodded at the man.

"Hm..." The man grunted, "I am from a land called Sparta."

"Cool..." You've never heard of such a place, but that was besides the point.

"I'm (y/n)." You took a few steps forward, holding out your arm as a sign of peace.

Kratos looked at your hand for a few moments, then gripped your forearm.

"Kratos." he announced his name as he looked you in the eyes and gave you a nod.

You nodded back to him as you returned your hand to your side.

"You said you have deer..?" You questioned Kratos.

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Kratos had invited you to eat with him. On the walk to his house you explained that you sucked at hunting because of your ringing ears. He seemed to empathise with you slightly.

Kratos had tasked you with heating up a pan on the fire pit inside his house while he finished butchering the deer.

You couldn't help but notice the extra bed in his home, reasons as to why scattered through your mind.

You were pulled away from your thoughts when the door opened, the outline of Kratos was approaching you. He laid down a few fillets of meat in the pan and lit some candles in the house.

You watched his every movement, admiring the muscles and contours of his back. He grabbed a bottle and two cups. He set them down on a small table in the middle of the cabin and filled two cups with a dark, amber liquid.

You turned your attention to the pan and flipped over the meat, watching it carefully so it didn't burn. Kratos noticed this, he was always taught to be a good host growing up in Sparta.

"Come sit." He instructed you, walking over to the fire and taking over the cooking duties. You nodded at him, stood up and sat at the table. You inspected the liquid in your cup and gave it a sniff.

Alcohol. Very strong alcohol, is what was infiltrating your nostrils. You set the cup down just as Kratos was walking over to the table and served you dinner.

----

The two of you shared stories as your times as General. It was mostly you, at first, but then Kratos started to open up with time. When Kratos spoke, it was like he hypnotized you. All you could do was rotate staring at his eyes, mouth, and chest. He was incredibly handsome. Kratos also didn't let your darting eyes go unnoticed, but neglected to draw attention to it.

Dinner was over all too quickly for your liking. You took the last sip of your drink, feeling some slight effects of the alcohol. Just enough to give you some bravery.

"I want to thank you for everything." You started to speak as you stood up from your seat.

"There is no need..." Kratos assured you, but his eyes followed your every move.

You shook your head slightly, "Wouldn't feel right about taking up your resources without thanks." You made your way Kratos, blood already travelling south by thinking of what you were about to do.

You kneeled down beside Kratos and tugged his chair to the side so he was facing you. Kratos was silent, his amber eyes boring into yours. You reached your hands up to his belt and started to work on taking it off. It was quite a bit more complicated than it looked, but you got it off without too much trouble. You were met with another layer of fabric, gods, why did this man have 5 different layers covering his dick? Your brows furrowed slightly in annoyance at the fabric, but was soon down to just his pants. You looked up at him to gauge how he was feeling, because he wasn't hard... yet.

"This okay?" You asked him, your voice slightly lower than before.

Kratos hadn't been involved with anyone since Faye. He hasn't been involved with another man since his time running around Greece and Athens on a path of vengeance.

He let out a breath, "Yes."

He didn't think he had ever seen a man as breathtaking as you before. Your (h/c) hair made him want to run his hands through it, your (e/c) eyes made him want to get lost in them for days. And your smile, he'd only seen it a handful of times but it made his heart palpitate each time.

With his go-ahead, you pulled his pants down a few inches and wrapped your hand around his cock, taking it out.

Fuck, he was big. You started to stroke him and scooted closer to his crotch. You could feel him start to get hard in your hand, so you mentally prepared yourself and took him in your mouth. You heard Kratos' voice hitch in the slightest when your warm mouth was around him. About half of him fit in your mouth comfortably, but you weren't opposed to slight discomfort.

With one hand you pulled his pants down further so you could have more access. You began to massage his balls softly, earning the quietest moan from the Spartan. His cock was rock hard by now, so you took more of him in your mouth and didn't stop until your lips were met with the tickle of hair. You began to bob your head up and down.

Kratos ran his fingers through your hair with a pleased grunt, gripping onto some of your locks at the back of your head. You moaned around his length from the feeling of your hair being tugged slightly. Kratos stood from his seat and began to rock his hips into your mouth. Your hands went up to grip his thighs and opened your mouth slightly larger. Kratos took this opportunity to slightly tighten his grip on you and began to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. You took him surprisingly well, relaxing your jaw to let him fuck your throat. You looked up at Kratos and he was watching the obscene sight before him. He locked eyes with him and picked up his speed, feeling his orgasm beginning to build up. You took back control by placing your hands on his hips, stilling him. Creating some suction around his cock, you began to bob your head quickly along his length.

When you heard a moan escape Kratos' lips you pulled away from him, out of breath. Kratos only needed a few more seconds and he would have been cumming. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. You stood up and took off your shirt.

"Get on the bed." You instructed him. Your cock was aching from the lack of attention. You watched as Kratos discarded his pants that were around his ankles and walk to his bed, getting a beautiful view of his ass.

"Hands and knees." You clarified for him. A low grumble met your ears as you stripped off the rest of your clothes. You walked towards the bed and took in the beautiful sight of Kratos' ass in the air, waiting for you. You climbed on the bed with him and positioned yourself behind him. You took your cock in your hand and spread the precum that was leaking from it on Kratos' tight hole. You wet your fingers generously with saliva and pushed a finger inside him. Kratos shifted beneath you with the new feeling.

"You're okay, baby." You assured him, using your other hand to rub a small circle on his lower back. Kratos was glad you couldn't see him because he was sure his cheeks had gone pink.

You worked your finger in and out of him slowly to get him ready, adding a second finger when he was ready. You curled your fingers up slightly in attempt to find his prostate. You soon felt something rigged and a groan escaped Kratos' lips as he pressed his ass against your fingers.

"Mmh," You hummed in amusement, "Good boy." You withdrew your fingers from him and used some more spit to coat your dick. You pressed the tip of your aching cock against Kratos' entrance, grinding yourself against his skin.

This made Kratos groan in annoyance, "(y/n)." He said with a warning tone.

"Alright, alright..." You decided to end his anticipation and slowly entered him, moaning.

"Fuck." You muttered, gripping onto his hips as you filled him with your length.

"So fucking tight." You gripped his hips harder to keep from slamming into him. You slowly pulled out half way before pushing back into him, hearing a muffled moan from Kratos. Hearing him like this made your cock twitch inside of him.

"So fucking beautiful." You praised him as you set a slow rocking rhythm. You were slowly picking up your speed, pulling Krato's hips flush against you each time you fucked him.

Mumblings of praises and 'fuck''s escaped your mouth, an occasional moan Kratos couldn't suppress came out as well. By now you were snapping your hips against Kratos as fast as you could, making small adjustments to your angle until-

The loudest moan so far came out of Kratos, if you could get any harder, you would've at that moment. You held his hips in place as you repeatedly brushed against his prostate.

"C'mon baby." You coaxed him along as you reached a hand around him and jerked him off in time with your thrusts.

"Cum for me, Kratos." Your other hand was digging into the side of his ass, there would surely be bruises left behind.

You felt Kratos' muscles tense slightly beneath you as he groaned, his orgasm reaching it's peak and cum spilling out of his cock.

The feeling of Krato's walls clenching around you set you over the edge.

"Fuck..." You hissed as your thrusts became sloppy and you were spilling your seed inside of Kratos, still pumping his cock.

You moaned through your orgasms and braced yourself up with your hands on Kratos' shoulders. You stilled yourself inside him, leaning over him and panting. After taking a few seconds to catch your breath, you straightened out your back and slowly pulled out, watching your cum spill out of Kratos.

You reached for a random rag nearby and gently cleaned up what spilled out of him. You tossed the dirty rag to the side and laid down beside Kratos, who had shifted to his side, back facing you. You let out a content sigh as turned on your side to spoon Kratos, draping an arm across his waist.

"Gonna sleep here tonight, if that's okay." You asked, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"Mh." Kratos replied. You took it as a 'Sure'.

You closed your eyes, thoroughly exhausted. This stoic, grumpy, strong man had come undone by your touch. Maybe you would stay here for a few days so he could return the favor.

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[theautisticcentre]

FOUND FAMILY

Found family! Heroes x Thorsdottir!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK, Fluff, Angst

Summary: During a fight between Thrud, Thor, and Sif, you sneak to Midgard to meet Kratos and his allies.

Notes: You are about Atreus' age.

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The change in temperature and environment hit your eyes as the teleportation spell finished. Your parents and your sister had been fighting again over Thrud's desire to become a Valkyrie. You loved them all as much as Odin loved knowledge, or as much as Heimdall loved Asgard, but it was times like this where they got on your nerves. Fortunately, unlike them, you had been studying heavily into magic, so during these fights, when you weren't dragged in, you'd use that magic to teleport to a different part of Asgard, or if it was a bad fight, to another realm entirely. You were always cautious, and never stayed in a realm for more than half an hour.

Today was a BAD fight, so bad that you couldn't even make it to a realm, and found yourself outside a house built into a tree. You could immediately guess who owned the house, though. Since the fights began, nearly everytime you snuck out, you ran into one of or either of the Huldra Brothers. As time passed, they basically became your uncles, though of course, you told none of it. They trusted you so much, they told you of the location of their new home in the realm between realms, which you, as usual, kept to yourself.

You were about to knock on the door when it was flung open.

"Well, lookie who the fuck it is!"

You chuckled and said, "Hello, uncle Brok," as you entered the house. "Sindri's out gatherin some slag. Come on, make yourself at home. Just don't get it too dirty, or Sin's gonna be up my scrote for an hour." You nodded, and sat down at the table. "So...Your family had a fight again?" You silently nodded, and Brok replied, "Well, can't make salad outta shit all the time." Just as he finished talking, Sindri arrived back, supplies in a bag.

"Sorry, I'm late back, I- Y/N?", said the germaphobic dwarf, as he placed the bag down. "Hey, uncle Sindri. My family...had a fight," you somberly said. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here," Sindri replied, before giving you an apple he found. You smiled, and chowed down on the apple. "Say, your armour need repairs," asked Sindri, causing you to swallow the bits if apple in your mother and reply, "Actually, yeah. Had a spare with Thrud, and it got beat up good."

"Well, let's buffer it out, then," said the blue dwarf, as you brought your chestplate, knee pads and waistguard to their workshop, and allowed them to work.

"Who are you?"

You froze in terror, as you heard the door open. Your father had told the story to you all back in Asgard, so you knew instantly who that low, gruff voice belonged to. You slowly turned to see the one who gave your father that scar on his stomach.

Kratos.

"I-I'm Y/N T-Thorsdottir- I didn't come with malicious intent, sir, I just wanted to visit, sir," you stuttered out, terror filling your heart. "Hrnn...," was all Kratos replied, before he made his way to the study to think. You slowly back away in fear, and didn't notice a boy about your age walk in soon after. "Uh...who're you," he asked, before you more calmly replied, "Uh, I'm Y/N T-Thorsdottir," and offered your hand to shake.

"Kid, keep stuttering like that, I'll think you're a stutterbox in disguise," said Brok, easing your tension. "Why are you here," asked Kratos from the study, to which you immediately replied, "Oh, uh...my family had a bad fight, so I wanted to get away for a while." You then sat down on a nearby chair, before the boy asked, "Uh...OK. I'm Atreus. I can guess Brok and Sindri know you?" You simply nodded. "Alright, so...mind explaining how that began?"

You looked up...and started talking.

After half an hour of explaining, Kratos asked a question.

"Then why not leave?"

You...had never considered that before. In Asgard, you felt mostly miserable, either from another fight you either overheard or were in, Heimdall taunting you, Odin putting you up for something, some boy flirting with you, or some other reason. But in any other realm...there was a sense of ease. Of peacefulness. Especially when you met Brok and/or Sindri. And they helped you learn magic that was forbidden in Asgard.

"I...But abandon my family? Abandon my home?"

"Well, we could always whip up a room for you here. And...I can tell by your face that you'd like it," said Sindri. You looked down to the spell sheet you had on you...

And ripped off the one allowing you to return to Asgard.

"...OK. I'll stay."

THE END.

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[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

Chapter 2 of this sneak peak

ATREUS

The snow felt numb on his face, so cold that it was hot. No more death, he vowed long ago when he was only a kid. First, when he killed the man trying to kill him; then, the moment father killed Baldur; and when he saw the light fade from Brok’s eyes, he promised himself again. How did he get here? Was it because he killed Modi? Maybe if he hadn’t killed him, then father wouldn’t have killed Baldur. Fimbulwinter would have never happened. And Brok would be here, alive, drinking lousy beer and teaching him words no honest man would ever repeat–a kick, a grunt, a snicker. He clutched his stomach, his bruised lungs begging for release. He heard the swinging of the flail and closed his eyes, ready. No more death, he thought, whipping his sword from his belt and swinging. Váli stumbled back, clutching his cheek, blood dripping. Atreus stood tall, breathless, tired. It had been a long journey, and an even longer battle with Váli, who, it seemed, was in a constant state of vengeance toward him. His mistakes from his youth haunt him now—haunted him then. And no more death, no more death, he would vow until his last breath. He spit the blood from his mouth when the God did not immediately retaliate, thinking maybe–finally–the fight was over. “Are we done here?”

Váli breathed, a hard sigh. And, for a moment, he had a look of defeat, of sorrow in his bright blue eyes. Eyes that he had seen before. Desperation he had seen before, long ago. But the look disappeared, quickly, and he swung with vigor. Atreus summoned his shield before the spikes penetrated his stomach, sending him flying into the air. He landed with a hard “Oof!” among branches and leaves a few acres away. Birds chirped in the trees above him, frightened by his sudden appearance. He waited to see if Váli would continue; and when there was nothing, only the birds above him, he knew the God, once again, vanished. “Okay,” mumbled Atreus, tottering his way back up, “guess now we’re done.” He stretched, popping bones back into their place.

They had been fighting for almost a year now, each battle always ending in a draw, for neither had the will to kill the other. That was what Atreus told himself, at least. He was Baldur’s younger brother, Odin’s son, out seeking revenge on Loki, the God who destroyed his family. But he never lingered. Always arriving with the intent to kill, then vanishing when the time came for it. He was no killer, no fighter–at least not without cause–but he was no friend either. He was young, maybe even younger than Atreus. They hadn’t met in Alfheim. And Odin never mentioned any other sons but… Odin didn’t seem like the type to boast about his children. He attacked him some time ago. Then, kept at it. Again and again, and again. He was driven by vengeance without the proper strength to wield it. 

But Váli was not the reason for his return. He touched his necklace, stroking the arrowhead with his thumb. A deep dread filled his soul before a rustling in the bushes behind him brought his mind back to Váli. He gripped his sword, preparing for another fight.

Sword clashed with axe as he came face to face with plucky eyes. “Father,” he said.

His father’s eyes softened instantly. “Atreus.” He tossed his axe aside to bring his son into a warm embrace. His touch, his familiar scent of his father brought him home instantly. He closed his eyes, feeling, for the first time in a long time, safe. “Have you completed your journey? You have found the Giants?”

He pulled away, the dread returning to him. “Well, not exactly,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Following dead end after dead end, it had been six years since he started his journey and felt as if he were still at the beginning. And then he was pulled away, forced to return to Midgard, when it felt like he was finally on the true path to finding the Giants somewhere so unlike his homeland. All because of prophecy. All because of fate. 

His father sensed his hesitancy to explain. He summoned his axe and returned it to its holder behind his back. “We will discuss it later,” he said, somehow reading his mind. “Come. Let us return home.”

“Home,” Atreus echoed, following his father down the path. The forest around him felt familiar while simultaneously feeling brand new, entirely different. But something was off, the birds in the trees instantly told him so with their jumpiness, even before he invaded their space. “It’s quiet,” he said, and his father hummed in agreement. He thought, at least by now, there would be villages, people returning. The weather felt cold, but not like before, not like it was during Fimbulwinter. “Where is everyone?”

“There was a village not far from here,” he began. “Raiders attacked and burned it to the ground several months ago. I thought you were them. I thought they might have returned.” Atreus would tell him about Váli, later when everything else was settled and he was sure Freya wouldn’t… He did not want to think of it. Couldn’t. He must stop it. “Survivors were transported to a safer location near the mountain where the Nine could protect them.”

“The Nine? Angrboda told me about them.” He remembered she told him about her grandmother, Grýla, joining the Council. “Her grandmother’s a member, isn’t she? How did they manage that?”

His father hesitated. “It was… difficult.”

Atreus could only imagine the great battle that must have ensued when finally confronting Grýla. Fighting her was no easy task. Angrboda made amends with her grandmother some time ago. She probably had some part in convincing her to join. “Who else joined?”

“Sif. Beyla. Hildisvíni. Durlin. Mimir,” he began listing their names, all of whom Atreus couldn’t wait to see. “Tÿr. The real Tÿr.”

He felt a brief sadness, guilt for what happened to Brok. For what happened to Sindri. “You found him? Where?”

“Odin imprisoned him in Niflheim. We freed him shortly after Ragnarök.”

“That’s only seven,” noted Atreus when his father continued their journey in silence.

“Freya,” he said her name delicately. “Is the eighth.”

“And the ninth?”

They entered a cave, squeezing their way inside. Home was nearby. “They do not have a ninth,” his father told him, his voice echoing. 

the second he saw the light fade from Brok’s eyes. No more death, he promised himself again, pulling the sword from his belt and grazing Váli’s face. He stumbled backward, clutching his cheek. 

Free from the God’s grasp, Atreus stood. “Are we done here?” he said, breathless, tired. He just got home

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[poetryinmotion-author]

The Big Update!

TL;DR--I'm going to start posting some poems that aren't fanfiction related! The next chapter of The Thunder-Bringer's Daughter is up on 9/2, the next chapter of The Next Year is up on 9/9, and I met Ryan Hurst this past Saturday at PopCon in Indianapolis! And it was *everything*!

Hi friends!

Now that things have kind of settled into a schedule for me, I finally have time to sit down and write out an update! If you didn't know, I'm currently earning my MFA in Creative Writing, and I'm in my final year, working on my thesis! I'm also a TA, and a reader for Booth, our MFA program's literary journal (which you should all read!). It's *a lot*, but I've decided that I need to make more time for the stories I love, in between writing the poems I need (and love) to put together a thesis--some of which I might go ahead and post here.

SO!

I've been making strides on both The Next Year and The Thunder-Bringer's Daughter, and I'm planning on a bi-weekly update schedule, with the two pieces switching each week. Next Saturday (9/2), I'll be posting TBD, and the week after that (9/9), I'll be posting for The Next Year!

Something else really exciting happened this past weekend: PopCon in Indianapolis! It was my first time going to a comic convention, and it was such a great time--especially meeting some fellow authors, like Valerie Willis, Megan Mackie, J.D. Froemling, and James Wylder. But the most exciting thing that happened was that I got the chance to meet *Ryan Hurst* (Thor in God of War: Ragnarok)! He was an absolute gem, and when I told him about The Thunder-Bringer's Daughter, he seemed genuinely interested in the project! (He's also very, very tall. Didn't realize that going in, but yes. Quite tall.)

Well, that's basically all the update I've got so far. I might do a more in-depth post about my PopCon experience later, but expect to see much more of me on your feed in the near future!

Love,

E

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[rageinacan]

[[ chapter 2 of my Kratos story finished, fuck yeahhhh. I only aim to post it up on Archive once I am finished with it, or very nearly. Good times with being General lolol. We never get to see that shit, so I'm exploring. At least to an extent. ]]

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