#gow thor x reader

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

character(s): kratos, thor, heimdall

word count: 1.7k

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

| kratos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

| thor

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

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

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

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

| heimdall

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

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

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

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

the end. 💜

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So glad that I stumbled upon your works I really love them! 🥰🥰🥰 If requests/reactions are still open I was wondering how Thor would react if he had a S/O who had ADHD, or was just neuro-spicy in general?Like someone who would make random noises, or quote random memes ya know.

Headcannons: Thor with an S/O who has ADHD

AN: Im so happy you love my writings! I hope this is what you wanted! I tried to make it as realistic as possible <3

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When you first met, he didn't really notice the small things you did like fidget or make little noises every so often.

Chances are, if he did notice then he just didn't mind them.

Only after you two decided that you were officially together and spent more time with one another did he really start noticing how common those little things you did were.

Still, he doesn't mind them. It's not something that bothers him.

And if you ever get embarrassed about the things you do, like randomly blurting out words, then he would remind you that (in a loving way) he doesn't care. Plus - he loves you, why would he choose you as his partner if he didn't?

Sometimes the things you say earn a chuckle from him though. You once got annoyed with Heimdall for making fun of you, and from the top of your head you told him, " shut up, you no-bitches boy."

Thor laughed long and hard at that, still hasn't let him live that one down yet. Heimdall also added you to his list of people he wants dead (it's a very long list).

Sometimes you also blurt out insults at the enemies you and Thor are fighting, he loves it because of course he does.

But on a more serious note, you often get very stressed out and annoyed with not being able to pay attention for long, or not being able to understand the simplest instructions.

It makes you feel useless, and Thor does his best to remind you that you are not all the negative things you think you are.

And he's not just saying that because he feels like he needs to - Thor really does see you opposite to what you see yourself negatively. When you think you're useless, he thinks you're the most important person. When you think you're annoying, Thor thinks You're delightful to be with.

It's not something you expected from him, but you definitely appreciate it.

He also realises that he finds your random noises cute, funny sometimes too. But mostly cute.

It's also easy for him to learn what your favourite things are, since most of the time when you find something you like, all your attention goes into it. He uses this to get you things he thinks you'd like.

It's always a surprise, but you love it. You have a little corner in your shared room dedicated to all your favourite things that Thor has brought you.

Sometimes you even tell him about the things he brought. All fascinating facts and details about them that you just can talk about for hours. It's likely he doesn't understand most of it, but he still listens for you.

In the end, he loves you and the little things you do. And he's happy to see you're starting to get more confident in yourself.

You hope to find a way to make it up to him, but he just says you being with him is all he needs.

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I saw your thor/Tyr fic and I loved it! I dont know if your taking request for god of war but can you do a fic or headcanon about a gay thor accepting he likes guys with a m reader and perhaps getting jealous when he sees him talking to others. Omg that be so cute!

I couldn't have died a Greater Death | Thor

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Reader: male| Thor x Egyptian God! Male Reader (romantic)

Notes: This got so long that it actually lags when I scroll. This has all nine yards, cute, sad...death. also. I feel like I didn't even fulfill the request all the way. Im sorry 😭😭

Warnings: major character death, mention of blood

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"Y/n!" A young Thor called, "Y/n! Where are you!"

The young man was freezing his ass off in the snow, another mission he was sent on by his father.

"Y/n!"

There was laughing, loud laughing as Y/n shot past him on a half downed log through the snow.

"Catch me now Bitch!" Y/n laughed, shouting as the log went off the cliff side.

"Im okay!" Y/n shouted, he had barely grabbed onto the cliff, as the log went into the nearby frozen lake.

He sighed as he made it up onto safe ground, his body laying out flat in the plush snow.

Thor made his way over, standing over him.

"Are you done now?" Thor asked looking at the black haired teen.

Y/n smiled, "Snows amazin isnt it? I never liked the heat anyway."

"Hm." Thor hummed, picking y/n up by the back of his shirt and putting him on his feet.

"Hey. You're gettin stronger." Y/n smiled.

"I've always been stronger than you." Thor argued, "you're a runt."

"I am not." Y/n defended, "I just....look different."

"Your looks do not matter." Thor said, pulling Y/n's arm up, "it's your arms, they're thin. Eat more."

"Get out of here." Y/n dismissed with a laugh and a headshake, walking off into the snow, Thor walking off, Y/n following behind him.

Thor liked Y/n, he was different, both in looks, and deminer. Unlike most people of his usual world, Y/n wore larger than usual eyes that were set to be blacker than the night sky, with hair just as dark, and done in thick braids, decorated with odd beads, strings tied throughout, and other odd small decorations. Thor had even put in some wooden beads he carved himself, with little runes in them for protection. Y/n wore black paint as he thought it on his eyes, often smeared and messed up after their adventures. He didn't understand exactly where in the mortal realm did Y/n come from: and Y/n never told, he kept it a secret; it was always a fun one.

'Nah, tellin' ya would be too easy.'

'You gotta guess it yourself, Thunder boy.'

Perhaps his hair was just different than others, and he liked wearing paint, he wore the usual: the normal, for any regular around their stomping grounds to wear.

"This is it," Thor said, looking into the cave.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"A crystal."

Y/n hummed, "That's it? Seems simple enough-"

The teen was cut off by a roar, coming from deep within the cave, "Now that makes more sense." Y/n spoke on his own defense marching his way in casually.

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"Oh come on, can't be that hard now. Can it?" Y/n argued with a smile, Thor following him inside.

Y/n made it to the cavern entrance, he looked around at the crystal-filled room.

"Would you look at this place?" Y/n smiled looking back, "Thor! Come on!"

He made it into the cave, odd nothing was attacking them.

"Come on, we should grab what you need." Y/n told, "Just a few right?"

"Yeah."

It was a simple mission really; grab some crap, and make it back to Asgard, Y/n was busy breaking some of the smaller crystals off the larger clusters as Thor picked a few of the larger ones in before tossing them in a sack together and closing it off with some string.

"Look, and I'm still standing."

"Surprisingly."

"Come on, you'd be lost without me."

Y/n got no comment as the two left the way they came in, back into the snow.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Thor told.

Y/n nodded, "Tomorrow."

Thor started walking off before pausing and turning around, "Thanks,"

"Hey, thank me for trusting me a bit more eh?" Y/n joked, the smile never leaving his face, "meet you at the usual?"

Thor nodded and was gone in an instant, his usual mode of transportation.

Out from its cave came a Serpopared, a creature with the head and body of a lion, the neck of a giraffe, and a snake, with a snake tonnage.

"Good boy," Y/n hummed, its head hanging in reach of Y/n's hands ready for a head pat in good work, which he received, "Let's go home now, I know they're bound to be some souls for you to torture in the Nile, El Naddahha is always busy at work."

With an odd purr, it was in agreement as they ventured home, back to the deserts of Egypt, where the Nile river provided their resource, and the reeds were plentiful.

Sneaking back to Egypt was the easy part, it was what resided next that was troublesome.

Making it across the Durat was the hard part and often-

"You idiot!" A harsh smack across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Y/n complained.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if father caught you! Again!" Anubis argued.

"Oh get your cat ears out of your own ass," Y/n argued.

"Jackal." He glared.

"right-right whatever. you dopey dog." Y/n argued looking up at his brother, "Where is your mask anyway? Off duty?"

"Im out here, looking for you, you idiot!"

"what? me? why?" Y/n argued, "You hate me."

"It's the sixteenth day!" Anubis argued, Y/n looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ohhh!" Y/n aspirated letting it fall flat soon after; "yeah I have no idea-"

"Khonshu! Ring a bell!?" Anubis shouted, Y/n shrugged Anubis groaned in annoyance, "Your coronation! We're you take one of our mother's roles as death! You're being 'Offically' brought into the royal family at the highest moon point of the damn month!"

It finally clicked.

"FUCK!"

"YEAH, NO SHIT FUCK Y/N! YOU HAVE MERE HOURS TO PREPARE!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

The two quickly rushed along, Y/n tripping along the way before his brother simple picked him up and rushed off to the palace. Where Anbuis bursted through the door with his brother in arms.

"I have him!"

"Oh thank the nile!" There mother praised, rushing over as Y/n was sat his feet, "Quickly! Quickly! Now!"

Y/n was thrown in a cold bath, hair quickly unbeaded, un twisted and then un braided.

"Where were you!" His mother argued pacing, "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you!"

"Im sorry mother-"

"This is why we prepare in advance, we are prepared, your father luckily thinks I've been pampering you this whole time-"

"Mother you are pacing again-" Anbuis spoke up, but it didnt stop her rant of worry, and pancing.

"I just. This has to be perfect! Its not everyday you give your child a part of a mortal life cycle!- the sphinx! Are you and Sphinx friends dear!? The Nile Siren?!-"

"Yes mother-"

"Good. Good! Souls are important with the dead. They must! Must always be carried through! You must guide them! Durat is quite a hard walk, I suppose -"

"Mother." Y/n spoke, "everything works out as it should."

"Right. Right of course."

"Lets get you some rose tea mother." Anbuis spoke taking there mother along leaving Y/n to quickly finish bathing.

He was quick to do so, glad no one had asked about his previous clothing and quickly hid those away before dressing in formal attire, asking polietely for some servents help, and recieved his father instead.

Fuck.

"You called for help-"

"Father. Uh. Sir."

"Sit."

"But-"

"Sit."

Y/n took a seat on the bench, his father brushing through his hair getting ready to have it decorated once more.

"You ran off again."

"No..."

"Y/n."

"Fine." Y/n argued, "I did. Okay."

"Where to?" Osiris questioned.

Y/n was silent he knew his father didnt like the North, "The...North....far...north"

"The North!?" His father argued, "What in Ra's rays were you doing there!? The Aesir are there! The North Men!"

Y/n was silent, "I know. But the snow!"

Osiris sighed, "The North Men, the Aesir. They throw the wolrds out of balance."

"Why?"

"Because there One true ruler is greedy, he does not take his roll as he should. Child You must understand this." He explained, now infront of Y/n, "They Faulter moon by moon. There ruler does nothing but break them down resfusing to rebuild."

Y/n looked down in silence, it was clear to anyone the knews was distrauting.

His father grabbed his chin to make him look at him: "Do you know why I named you Y/n." He asked softly.

"To single me out? Y/n's not exactly a famous name around here."

Osiris sighed, "To show, you will be different, that it is your strength. You will rule death as no one has before. But you must understand there are things that must happen. Things you must be wary of. That means no more far North Traveling."

"Dad-"

"As your god I demanded it of you." His father spoke dropping his chin, "as your father. I beg of you. Keep the Durat safe, your family. "

"I-"

"Yes that includes Anbuis even if you hate him."

Y/n pouted, as Osiris raised an eyebrow awaiting his sons answer.

"Fine..."

"You will be great my son. I know you will."

Y/n was silent most the rest of the day, the Coronation, seemed deafening, he seemed numb, the life drained from his face, his eyes.

He was rewarded with a much simpler head peice, like his mothers, it crowned his head in a flow of golden perils, Lapis Lazuli dangled down infront of his eyes as a veil and turquoise framed his face.

The family sat on there thrones while the party happened below. Y/n adorned in gifts, prized materials, and even a mythical beast: the Sphinx: gifted with the face of a human, the body of a lion, wings of a eagle the horns of a ram, and snake tails.

It is large in size and could topple anyone by simply laying back. Y/n took to the floor, the animal laying down as Y/n accompanied it, leaning against the beast as he stroked its fur.

That was all Y/n really moved that night, staring off into space with the non stop stroking of the fur. What was Thor doing? What would he be doing? Drinking seemed something he'd do. Trainning maybe. Yet getting yelled at by his father was most reasonable and likely.

The next few days Y/n would feel horrible, determined to sneak away the next day: but was always busy, Death this, Death that, Death here, Death this Pharoh, Death that Pharoh. Soon Y/n stopped, stopped trying to sneak away, he had to. Along with that, his worst nightmare: fitting into the everlasting role too perfectly passed on from his mother to him. Death wasn't all that bad: not like people cooked it up to be, at least. The nagging, the painful nagging; Day after Day, Night after Night. Soul after Soul. He grew from his teenage self to his adult final self, his brothers by his sides; rulers of the underworld, gods to the past on souls that were found through the Durat.

"You're upset," Horus spoke, walking up the stairs where Y/n lay with his Sphinx, reading a text.

"I suppose," Y/n spoke.

"Why? If I may ask."

"You don't get bored here?" Y/n argued, "Get, dead tired of the same thing over and over again?"

"I suppose." Horus spoke, grabbing a grape from one of the many bowls set on pedestals, "Mhm, this is good."

Y/n sighed looking over, Horus indulging himself in grapes, "Just take the whole bowl would you?"

He took it as told, and with a grin.

"Anyway." He spoke, mouth full, but soon stopped himself, swallowing what fruit he had in his mouth, "What would mortals do without my gates? It's how we get in and out anyway."

"You've never been to the mortal world-"

"Yeah, I have-"

"no! Horus!" Y/n defended, "There's more! more out there! Snow!"

"Snow?" Horse asked, "What's snow?"

"It's white! It's fluffy! It's water! But like, cotton!" y/n explained.

"Like the reeds of the Nile! When we use to beat each other with them."

"Yeah! Just like that! when they explode! but it's cold! Real cold!"

"lets go then! Where do we find it!"

"North."

Horus paused, "North? How far North?"

"Far...North...?"

"The Norse Men!" Horus argued, "What the fuck! Do you have any idea what's happening Far North!?"

"No?"

"Remember the story father use to tell us? About the Fallen stars?"

"The gods, yeah."

"You read a lot, it's Olympus"

"Zeus' playground?"

"The archer that shoots down the stars with arrows of axes and knives, he killed the gods." Horus explained taking a seat next to Y/n, "He lives. I overheard Father speaking of it to the old soldiers; he's tearing through gods left and right. If he learns of us: father- mother- who knows what will happen."

"But we didn't do anything."

"That old Norseman they call the All-Father has a way of getting into people's heads. He has a soldier, that controls thunder; they say he tore down one of their nine realms and all the people within it..."

Y/n leaned back, unsettled, "Look, I get it. You're adventurous, but be careful. If they find a way, here imagine the shit that could happen."

"Yeah... I get it." Y/n responded Horus nodding.

"In times like this, we must be careful. You must be careful." Horus told, Y/n nodding in return.

Y/n watched his brother leave before rushing for Papyrus and ink. Who was he to write to? Thor after all these years? To the All Father?

He called for his personal Heron, it decorated with a thin gold collar and golden wing tips for protection.

"Take this." Y/n told her, writing on the paper as quick as he could, before rolling it and tying it off, "To the one you believe that will help me. Im trusting you."

Tying it to the Heros collar he smiled at the bird solemnly, "lets hope its not as bad as they say...go on now."

With Y/n's last words, the Heron left.

It would make the journey through the Durat flying high above in the starry sky, through the doors of Horus, and out into the living breathing world: north was his goal; far north. Into the now ever snows, through the forest and into the entrance of the Yggdrasil tree, where it flew along its roots. Avoiding the young Nidhogg that snapped up at her as she landed infront of the mother to gain entrence.

A squalbble here from the Heron and a gruff from the Nidhogg allowing the messenger passage up the tree and into its various branches. It landing on the branch Ratatosk sat on most of its time when called upon.

"Get! Get out of here!" Sindri shouted and attempted to shoo the bird away, "Go! Go away!"

But no avail, as the bird left its perch and swooped in through a window, causing a ruckus and more shouting from Sindri.

"What the hell!-"

"Grab it!"

"Don't hurt it! Its just a bird!" Atreus argued, stopping anyone from making brash movements, "Its just scared"

"And it looks like it came with a message." Mimir spoke up, the bird walking closer to Atreus. He realzing the peice of paper rolled and tied to the collar, he carefully undoing in.

"Where's it from? Another realm?" Freya asked.

"Another god heard of your handy work, Kratos." Freyr joked.

"What does it say Atreus?" Kratos questioned.

"Anyone knows a Y/n? From...E. e. Far, far south? He's one of the gods of death." Atreus explained reading the paper, "He's talking about the desecration of the snow people from the snow realm... the giants and Jötunheimr!"

"What does the god of death want with you?" Freya asked.

Atreus didn't answer reading over the paper, "it's not for me, it's...for you father."

"Continue on then Atreus."

"He's asking for you to come to...uh..."

Atreus looked at Freya and lifted it up to her, she looked over the letter; "Egypt Atreus, it's pronounced Egypt. An Egyptian god is asking for your appearance in the Durat."

"A new enemy for you to face then Kratos?" Týr questioned.

"I am not sure."

"Sign your name with a golden feather from the Heron, and throw the scroll into the fire, it will take you and whoever you wish to his palace, and the Heron will guide you" Freya explained, "if he simply wishes to talk, I would go: he could be a useful ally during Ragnarök."

"hm. I will consider his allyship until I feel it will falter the slightest."

"That is reasonable, I will accompany you," Freya explained.

"Very well. Atreus-"

"I want to go! If he knows anything about the giants!-"

"Go grab your thinks, and be quick." Kratos finished, Atreus nodding as he quickly went to grab his things.

"It will be different from our land, we must be careful." Freya explained, "We don't know anything about this god or the company he keeps."

Atreus was quick to come back, he told to sign the paper as the three walked over to the fireplace, Atreus throwing it in as instructed. Open came to a rift and in went the Heron, Kratos keeping his son back as he entered first.

"It's sand," Atreus spoke kicking around some of the sand below his feet the wind blowing causing some to blow into his face, " Ew its in my mouth!"

"Come." Kratos told, the Heron walking forward, and up the steps of the palace.

Atreus followed behind the close he could, he anamored by the decorative walls, with carvings and markings he's never seen.

"Father- Look!-"

He stopped seeing his father gone, "oh no, no, no, no."

Atreus went running down the hall, he lost in the many halls.

"Pst."

"Huh."

"Pst!"

He turned around quickly with a drawn bow, a creature about the size of his friends Sindri and Brok, maybe smaller, in the middle of the hall, walking closer he realized it was a statue.

Turning back around he went searching.

"Pst!"

A bite on his ankle caught him off gaurd.

"Ow!"

"Pst!"

Another bite.

"Hey!"

What seemed like just one turned into two, and two turned into ten, ten to twenty, and soon after, they piled up, small creatures with sharp teeth, they all idendical in size and shape.

"Hey! Hey! Get off!" Atreus shouted trying to get on off his back, "woah!"

He fell backwards, they grabbing him and dragging him along.

"Hey! Get! Off!"

Y/n sat in his throne room. His throne was gone, and it was replaced with a large rug, which him and his beast of a friend laid on. Two gaurds, statues, jackal headed stood tall as they opened the doors.

Y/n contuined stroking the beast he laid on, invested in his writing. The Heron coming in to intruppt his work.

Y/n looked over, stroking the featers of the bird before it flew off.

"Hault!"

"They're my guest." Y/n interviened the jackals as they stopped, returning to there post.

"You...called upon us..." Kratos spoke up.

Y/n put down the paper.

"You are gods of the nine realms?"

"No."

"One of you are."

"That would be me." Freya spoke up.

"And You? I heard you were the god killer. You'd surely answer what I seek."

"Master! Master!" A group called.

"Hey! Let me go!" Atreus shouted being dragged in the room.

"Atreus-"

"We found an intruder-"

"Unhand him." Y/n ordered the Bes.

"Yes Master."

They dropped him on the ground, along with his things.

"Apologies. This is one of your people?"

"He is my son." Kratos spoke.

"I apologize once again." Y/n told, Atreus standing up and grabbing his things.

"They're not very friendly."

"They're not ment to be." Y/n informed, "I will have new arrows crafted for you, and a bow in regards."

"What do you want?" Freya asked with a sharp tounage.

"Your knowledge." Y/n explained, "the people who live in the snow realm-"

"The giants in Jötunheimar." Atreus spoke up, "you know about that? All the way out here?"

"It was a story my father told me often. To scare me away from the North." Y/n informed, "I am sure curosity has led you down the dark path before. As it does all."

"To what does this have with us." Kratos inquired.

"The god who did it." Y/n told his solemn, "who, who was it."

Freya glanced at Kratos, he glancing back at her, it was for but a moment.

"Thor," Freya spoke, "Son of-"

"Odin...yes. I know." Y/n responded, clearing his throat, "Is he dead? The God of Thunder?"

"You know of him, do you not?" Kratos questioned.

"I do. Yes." Y/n told, "did. I did know him once..."

Y/n stood up walking down the steps of the pedestal he was placed on, and ended infront of Kratos.

"I feel you understand best what it is to loose someone."

"We all loose someone one day."

Y/n nodded, "I have yet to ask your name. God killer isnt good image on the youth."

"I am Kratos, this is Atreus my son. And...Freya."

"Don't forget me brother."

Kratos pulled a head from his belt, "and-"

"Mimir." Y/n smiled, "Thor use to talk quiet alot of shit about you. Though you still had a body I suppose."

"Well, your Highness, I dont know if I should be flattered or should be worried."

Y/n chuckled, "Depends on your ego."

"That it does."

Y/n smiled small, but it soon dropped, "Now. I suppose I should offer you a deal."

"A deal?" Kratos asked.

"Agreement. Favors for Favors." Y/n spoke, "come with me you three and a third."

Mimir only chuckled at the small joke, Y/n leading them from the throne room, and through the palace.

Atreus was by his side, he was interested in all the things that showed up in this palace, from the wall decor to the clothes Y/n wore on his body, he was especially interested in the animals, between the creature that followed close behind them once resting with the God to the creatures that had dragged him into the throne room.

Y/n brought them into a library, it vast, and well decorated in precious gems stones and jewels, frescos stories of the past present and possible future,

"Feel free to explore." Y/n told Atreus.

"Really?" He asked.

Y/n smiled and nodded, "Yes. Dont fear the scarbs. They are friendly, and will help you."

Atreus looked up at his father, "it is safe?" Kratos questioned.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Atreus nodded and wandered off to explore.

"What is this. Deal you wish to make."

"You may have anything." Y/n explained, "With not cost. No soul reaped, no price to pay."

"This is a deal." Freya spoke, "that means we give something to you. Thats how these things work."

"Tell me where I can find Thor."

"Asgard."

"How do I get to Asgard."

That caused Freya to chuckle. This must've been a joke.

"You can't." Freya spoke, "Its not something you can so easily get into. You'll need the man who built it."

"The fire giant..." Y/n spoke.

"How do you know of Sutur." Kratos questioned, Y/n looking his way.

"I read." Y/n explained, walking off the two following him, "I read quite a bit honestly. It's what I do in my spare time."

"Your highness if I may." Mimir spoke, "Why must you see the god of thunder? You are death are you not?"

"That... should be self explaitionary, I suppose." Y/n responded.

"You plan to kill Thor?" Freya asked.

"I plan to reason with him: then kill him if I must."

"Your highness pardon the intrusion."

Y/n looked down at the rabbit creature fur painted as if it was the skeleton showing.

"Yes."

He was handed a scroll opening it he looked through it, "burn him alive till the next highest moon."

"That is not until next month."

"Burn him. Alive." Y/n ordered.

"Very well."

The creature hopped away with the scroll back in hand.

"A criminal punishment, I suppose." Mimir inquired.

"An animal abuser." Y/n responded, "Im quiet found of there afterlife punishment."

"I'd hate to be living under your rule as a criminal." He responded.

Y/n hummed and contuined on, "Now to show my gratitude and apology, these will help you."

Y/n stopped at a scroll self, and sifted through them, "These."

He pulled out a few handed them to Kratos and Freya, "Easy access, vanishing magic, it'll help you in a pinch. These do not need fire. Just a simple open and drop of blood if you're in such a rush."

"Thank you." Freya thanked, Y/n nodded.

"Freya go for Atreus. We will follow behind."

"Kratos I-"

Kratos looked back at her, she nodding and walking off.

"A private question you have?" Y/n asked they contuining their chat through the libary.

"You do this all for love," Kratos examined, "am I wrong?"

"If I must be honest with you, I do not know myself."

"Mhm..." he hummed, "It is a dangerous game which you dabble in."

"Fighting with Thor."

"Not knowing what you feel." He explained, "it is not my right to judge or to deny you of any emotion. Yet it is more dangerous than any physical battle you may face."

"You've ran into him before?" Y/n asked.

"He blew a hole into the roof of my house while we battled."

"Ah." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, "I can get that fixed for you."

"You may be able to fix a hole in a roof. But you can not fix everything." Kratos explained a tinge to his voice, he showed concern, "I have learned that the hard way. It becomes harder as you become a father in my own circumstances."

"Your son is very polite, you have done well."

"I worry for him still."

Y/n chuckled, "You sound like my own old man."

"He is protective of you. He is worried all fathers worry for their child no matter their age."

There was laughter in the distance, Atreus enjoying the beast known as the Sphinx, petting it happily, Freya watching him with a smile.

"Did you see the beatles?" Atreus asked Freya, who nodded.

"Scarbs." The rabbit next to him correct, similar in coat of the previous one, "They help in protecting the libary."

"Scarbs." Atreus nodded in understandment.

The rabbit nodded, "They protect the scrolls most importantly -"

"Enteraining the guest now, are we sarcophagus Bringer?"

The rabbit looked back and hopped over, "My royal Highness, I was just coming your way. The man you wished burned is being dragged across the Durat now. The soul sands are not very happy with him. The caines of Set are also havin a go at him."

"Good." Y/n spoke, "I will be going on...an outing."

The rabbit nodded, "Would you like assistance, my royal highness,"

"No. Sagi is all I will need." Y/n responded, the Sphinx coming at the call of the name, "I will see you later on. For work."

"Of course, my royal highness."

Y/n watched as the rabbit hopped off and Atreus and Freya joined back up with the two.

"So. What's the plan?" Atreus asked.

"Y/n has gotten what he has asked for." Kratos responded, "he will aid us in upcoming events."

"You're gonna fight at Ragnarök with us?" Atreus asked.

"It is a possibility." Y/n spoke, "For now. I go to Thor."

"You have a way into Asgard?" Atreus asked, "How?"

"I do not have a way." Y/n responded, "not now."

Atreus thought for a moment, "You can't travel between all the realms?" Atreus asked.

"Yes, but I have to worry about the wall."

"The bird." Freya commented.

"My Heron?" Y/n asked.

"It can scale Surtur's wall. It will be seen as a messenger from another god." Freya explained, "And therefore not be shot down."

"That could work," Y/n responded, whistling for the Heron who came flying in quickly.

He was quick to grab an empty scroll from a drawer with a pen and ink, he filled out the scroll quickly, tying it off and tying it to the Heron as he had done before.

"Asgard, to Thor." Y/n told her, "May Ra guide you."

The heron quickly took off down the hall with speed and looked back at the group; "Now, let's get you all home, I've kept you for far too long."

Y/n was quick to return them home, Atreus stopping before he left.

"You'll be okay? Against Thor?"

Y/n nodded, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself."

"Well, what happens if you need help? He hurt my father pretty bad." He admitted.

Y/n chuckled, "I am a death young one."

"Yeah but...my dads kinda a big deal," Atreus spoke with a smile.

"He is." Y/n chuckled, thinking for a moment, "Here."

Y/n called for a Rabbit with a scroll and box, it quickly hopped it's way to Y/n, "This. Will open a rift, to help you get to me at any time."

Y/n handed it to Atreus, "And this."

Opening the box he took out a necklace, a scarab engraved on it; "Will guide you when you are lost."

Y/n put it on Atreus, he startled slightly when its lid sprung open, "Woah..."

A little Beatle inside solid gold, with a small jade design, was the guide.

"here."

Atreus took off his necklace which held a jade-colored arrowhead, "Friends?"

Y/n chuckled, "friends indeed Atreus."

He nodded, and Y/n watched him leave. Though the smile soon dropped from Y/n's face, he had business to attend to. With quick steps, he rushed to his chambers and pulled out the chest from under his bed, it help old clothing of the Far North. It made for the cold and harsh winters the North often faced. Y/n was quick to change, leaving his royal garments and jewelry on the bed.

Killing Thor seemed like the easy option. The easy way out, it would end many problems but would start one for himself.

The Heron had landed in Asgard, a drunk Thor slouched in the backside of the Meed Hall, out of meed and out of patients, for himself out of all.

The Heron stood infront of Thor, "stupid bird..."

He tried swinging at it, but to no avail, the bird simply moving out the way before it settled itself in the shade besides Thor, tired from its adventures.

"You're not... bad..." Thor spoke, and with a drunken chuckle, he pet the Heron's back feathers with a heavy hand. Only then did he realize the scroll hooked to it.

Thor took the scroll rather roughly, the Heron snapped at his fingers, in annoyance.

Thor, the god of Thunder: drunk, mindless, tired. Awoken with a simple letter, it one sentence, five simple words; five words that meant someone was alive: and well.

'meet you at the usual?'

Thor looked to the side, the bird quiet as it kept itself, its own body huddled together to look like a loaf of colorful bread, it taking its long deserved break.

"You need some fish hm?"

The Heron looked his way, allowing itself to be picked up and carried away to be fed fresh caught fish and fresh water.

Y/n sat in a tree, the sky starting to fall, the changing of day to night skys, breezes froze and hurt as they hit too hard against skin. Y/n was wrapped in furs, clothing known around the area, allowing him to blend. He wondered what Thor looked like now, how much had he grown, perhaps Y/n was taller than him now? Perhaps shorter. Maybe Y/n's spark died, and Thor picked it up so that along the years.

The crunching of snow soon came into earshot. Fresh powder against old boots.

The Heron landed in a tree, mostly for safety: it there happened to be a battle. This would be only where death was previlent.

Y/n stood up from his spot in the tree, hiding behind the thick bole of the tree, which reached far into the sky, carefully he climbed branches, making sure to use whatever cover he could use.

The red hair, that was the same: the ginger tone against the snow was an easy call out to anyone, friend or foe. He was larger than Y/n remembered, a beard finally grown in. It almost made him laugh: Thor could never grow one while they were younger, and it was one of the things they picked on each other about; their insecurities jokes to one another: but never to one outside the duo.

Tattoos adorned what body he could see on the man. Adding to what he had before, Y/n had left. It was quite a collection now. Speaking of the now, it was made clear: Thor would always be bigger, stronger bodied, and strong hearted Y/n hopped.

Despite how he wished to glide down the snowu mountian with a log screaming at the top of his lungs. This god, this man: was a killer: a man of genocide of a realm, a destroyer of peace; of families of humanity.

Yet Y/n still wished to call him friend.

Y/n pulled his hood up and cleared his throat, catching Thor's attention.

"God of Thunder of the Far North." Y/n pronouned.

"And who is it to you?" He snapped.

"I am the one who speaks of death from the sands of the far south from the Durat?" Y/n told dropping down from the tree into the snow.

"Is that suppose to mean something to me?"

"I come on half of the dead."

"So what you're here to kill me?"

"The dead giants." Y/n defended, "and a dead friendship."

Y/n pulled his hood down: he wished not to speak of killing one of another, perhaps thats why he gave in.

"Well aint this peachy?" Thor snarked, Y/n looking at him solemnly.

"Thor- Trust me to tell the truth, Please." Y/n pleaded.

"Last time I trusted you! You left me." Thor argued.

"You think I had a choice?" Y/n spoke in defense, "because there's not a day in my solitary that I do not think about the past mistake!"

"You could have told me!"

"And did what?! Thor what would have that have done!?"

"I would have kept my only friend! You could of been there for me!"

"I did what I did for you!"

"Don't lie to me with that bullshit!!"

"What bullshit!? That I care?!"

"Yes!"

Y/n took a step back, a hand covering his mouth with a heavy sigh he soon pinching the bridge of his nose, hand rubbing over his face.

Thor watched; this wasn't how he planned it; emotions got the better half of both of them - yet the uncomfortable silence allowed them a break, a moment to recollect.

Y/n looked....different, he looked tired, most notably the thick stripes of white hair that had most noteably made its stay on his hair, his eyes darkened in tired, and no longer held stars in them. He got bigger: taller, lean as he just remembered it, how could a few changes make someone look so different?

Y/n side eyed him: catching his gaze and both locking on.

"Good to see God hood has treated you as shit as it has me." Y/n responded.

"There is nothing good about being a god." Thor answered, Y/n chuckled.

"You're not wrong." Y/n answered, breaking his gaze once the Heron landed down.

"You did good, girl." Y/n spoke, petting the Heron softly.

"So you're a god now," Thor told: finally addressing the time before.

"Mhm..." Y/n responded, "unfortunately. Godhood isn't what I wanted for my life, you'd know that better than anyone."

He gruffed under his breath.

"You may go," Y/n told the Heron, quickly taking off back to Y/n's palace, "But we're not here to talk about me."

"Then what?"

"You." Y/n responded, "You're killing is useless."

"God of the dead, uneasied by death."

"You'd know we well enough to know." Y/n answered.

"Then you're just as naive as you use to be." Thor defended watching Y/n walk towards him.

"Just like you'll always be taller than me." Y/n smiled weakly.

Thor looked down at him, his eyesbrows giving it away as usual. They knitted together, and Y/n's words had gotten to him. Thor's eyes faulted next, searching Y/n's face for some answer.

"Death...in my world. In my peoples beliefs, the afterlife is beautiful, but death: death is the same thing: sad, and takes anyone." Y/n started, his hand coming up to Thor's face, he careful with his touch as he cupped Thor's cheek, "Please. Please tell me you haven't taken my role here. Did you really kill the giants?"

Y/n looked up at him, with pleading eyes.

"Yes."

Y/n pulled his hand away, a reasonable rant on the way, but before Y/n could do so, Thor grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't act like my hands are the only one bloodied here." Thor argued.

"Unlike you, I actually have remorese," Y/n shot back, pulling his hand away from Thor, "you talk as if you had to-"

"Wouldn't you do anything for your people?" Thor spoke on his defense.

"The whole race?" Y/n argued, "Not one good giant? Not one good soul out of race of hundreds? Thousands even?"

"I did what I had too," Thor argued, "why don't you understand that!?"

"Now, doesn't this conversation feel like Deja Vu?" Y/n snarked, crossing his arms, "there's a difference between the death we cause."

Y/n started walking away, "Running-"

"Follow me." Y/n ordered.

Thor was reluctant to do so; yet did so anyways, following Y/n's steps, he caught up to him fairly easy both walking side by side, till the two rounded the corner a rift open with a Sphinx laying besides it playing in the snow with one of the skeleton rabbits.

"Ah your highness." The rabbit spoke, pulling itself out from the Sphinx's large paw, "We Sarcophagus Bringers are ready for work when you are."

"Very well." Y/n responded, holding out his arms as the rabbit hopped in his arms, then looked back at Thor, "come. Let me show you."

Y/n walked through the rift, Thor soon following.

They were in a hall, a large hall, it's walls decorated in hieroglyphics and its floor with a large rug that ran in the middle of it.

"Welcome to Egypt." Y/n told Thor, "The living world of Egypt that is."

"Why bring me here?"

"To show you."

Thor followed Y/n. Y/n guided them through the large hall, following it all the way through, up the steps a hunched over man held something in his arms.

"What are you showing me," Thor ordered.

Y/n looked back at him, "her." Y/n gestured to.

Thor followed Y/n's finger, a woman had turned the corner and stood in front of them in silence.

"What does she have to do with our conversation." He argued.

"She is the difference, between our death."

"Dear?" She called an evident smile in her voice, hiking up her white linen drapery making it easier to rush towards her husband, "Come, dear, quickly, I just watched them bring in the babe's favorites from along the high Mediterranean."

"He does not answer her." Thor commented

"Yes." Y/n responded, "He can not see her-"

"no, no no no no!" She cried out, "No! Dear! Dear! I'm right here! Right in front of you!"

"She is dead," Y/n responded, the loud wailing of the woman in the background, "stay here,"

Thor watched Y/n walk away and towards the woman; Y/n's movements were cautious yet confident. His steps were swift and ready. He called out a name: Keket and held out his arms for her, she looked confused: lost both in the direction to go and of her heart.

"I'm not ready! My children."

"My dear." Y/n spoke softly, "No one's ever ready for death, and unfortunately death- I, Unfortunately, I catch up to everyone, even myself one day a snake can bite its own tail."

"My children. I can't leave my kids! Please! Oh Please god of death!"

She dropped down to her knees, head to the ground, "Please! I beg you!"

Y/n dropped down on a knee, "I can not change this: I truly am sorry ."

She was quick to hug Y/n crying her heart out Y/n holding her tight as she collapsed in his arms.

Thor watched as the group of rabbits came along, a box of gold lavishly decorated with gems and carvings.

Y/n stroked her hair, hushing her in a calming matter.

"Shhh...shhh..." Y/n spoke, "Everyone comes together in the end my dear."

And soon the woman stopped, and completely went limp, Y/n rearranged the two of them, he now bridal style carrying her, as the rabbits set the sarcophagus down opening the top up.

Y/n was careful to lay the woman down carefully, crossing her arms over her body, and helping in putting the lid back on.

"Take her away." Y/n spoke, "do be careful with this soul, she is fragile."

Off the rabbits went, Thor watched the rabbits carry the lavish box away, and Y/n joined him.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing." Y/n responded, "I just answer the call. Come now, why don't we go see your job now?"

Y/n went to walk back toward the rift, before Thor grabbed his arm,

"I don't even know what my job is anymore."" Thor admitted.

"So why'd you do it? why'd you kill those giants?" Y/n questioned, "Why'd you kill without intent?"

Y/n looked up at him: Y/n's hand wrapped around his tightly.

"They treated All-father, against my father, my family-"

"You should know better the All-Father is nothing but an arse," Y/n argued, Thor's eyes adverted, Y/n cupped his face once again, "Look at me, Thor."

Thor looked back at Y/n, "You killed them by order; do not let their deaths be in vain, you chose the wrong path, tomorrow-today, be better,"

A single nod sent a small smile to Y/n's face, "Come on now, Egpyt, does not suit you, hard to get use to the sand, especially when snow is better."

"What of him?"

Y/n looked back toward the grieving man, it was now clear he holding his wife covered in white linen.

"he will grieve," Y/n told, "As we all do."

"And she?"

"Grief is a two-way process," Y/n answered, "She will do the same grieve, but she is a good mother, and I will allow her to take care of the crossing children of the Durat for the time being until her children come home to her. Come on now, let him grieve."

Y/n held his hand leading him back into the rift to return them to the North.

The harsh wind and snowfall had stopped for once, and the fresh snow stayed high as always.

"Why didn't you tell me." Thor finally asked, Y/n turning to look at him, "Being a god."

"My Father, Osiris-"

"Ruler of the Underworld from your lands."

Y/n looked his way: "Someone took up my knack of reading while I was gone?"

"I suppose I missed your shit-talking and storytelling." He gruffed, it sounded like a breath laugh even; "You always did talk sense into my head."

Y/n smiled small, his hand still in Thor's.

"I am glad you're... alive," Y/n spoke, looking down at their hands, he almost laughed at the size difference, but soon pulled his hand away, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything when I should have. I shouldn't have lied."

"you choose the wrong path; be better tomorrow," Thor told him, Y/n chuckling.

"My own words used against me," Y/n responded, with a sigh and a shake of a head.

"You taught me well."

"oh is that so?"

Y/n chuckled, walking off, with Thor following him.

"This was our forest." Y/n responded, "looks the same, after all those years. Makes me feel like I'm about to roll down that hill again with you yelling at me to be careful and focus."

"Would have been nice to know it'd be harder to hurt you/" Thor commented, "it'd of been a pain to fish your dead body out of the river."

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "What a way with words. I bet all the ladies are all over you."

Thor chuckled, it warming Y/n's heart despite the cold of this snow at his feet.

They continued their walk till they met the frozen river turning to follow it upstream.

"Is the waterfall still here?" Y/n asked.

"I don't spend my time here." Thor responded, "Not for a while anyway."

"Right..." Y/n responded, "Well let's go look for it."

This was a familiar scene like they had walked back in time. The two walked down the same path every day; during spring the route was at least taken three times a day. Y/n always was excited to see the newly born animals: fish, frogs, and little geese. He always had a knack for animals no matter the breed or type. Y/n could spend hours just watching them, or simply waiting for them to come while he read. Thor could spend hours, days, weeks with him in the spring: sleeping under a tree, or Y/n reading some story out loud while he listened till he slept.

"Mhm, frozen over for sure." Y/n told looking over the cliff, "Shame really."

"Why are we walking down old paths?" Thor questioned.

"To be honest." Y/n answered, walking away from the cliff and following the path down, "I didn't want to meet you again, well not to talk about death, I suppose. We were friends once."

"Once?"

Y/n nodded, looking back and up at him. The snowing had started again, "I lied to you, and I can't blame you for the manipulation one put you through. I thought my reading would make me smart enough to see your father's ways after so long. Makes me almost feel-"

"Like an idiot." Thor commented: Y/n nodding in agreement. "You are not the only one to fall victim to his assholeness."

Y/n smiled in agreement, a chuckle following along with a sway of his head.

"Suppose we idiots are back together then." Y/n laughed: "Suppose we were always ment to be friends-"

Y/n felt a hand cup his cheek, Thor's hand were warm, and comforting. Y/n's face rised in heat as he held Thor's wrist

"You... have snow, in your hair." Thor spoke.

"My hair is on my head." Y/n commented.

"Yeah..." he commented, pulling his hand away, yet Y/n didn't budge, Thor's hand settling back on Y/n's cheek, "I... missed you after all this time...."

Y/n frowned, "I missed you too."

Anubis watched from the high mountain.

"Just let's think this through this is Y/n." Horus tried to defend blocking his brother from moving any further, "he has a heart of gold. Always has."

"Heart of gold?" Anubis argued, pushing Horus out of the way, "he is degranged: do you have any idea what would happen if our father would find out!"

"He won't." Horus argued, "look at him Anubis."

Anubis looked over, his view clear as he looked down at his brother, who was held so carefully by the Nordic God of Thunder.

Y/n smiled up at him, Thor never did stop holding his cheek.

"Gonna hold me all day?"

"I haven't in a while." Thor responded, his second hand coming up to cup Y/n's face fully, Y/n holding his arms, thumbs rubbing circles on his exposed skin, "I missed you."

"I missed you too..."

Y/n watched as the half giant leaned in, Y/n meeting him half way.

"He's dead!" Anubis argued pulling out his bow, "Fucking dead!"

"Anubis! Please!-"

"Stay down or I'll kill you too." Anubis argued pushing away from his brother and backing up with knocking the arrow.

Near by was Atreus and Freyr out of all duos,

"Im just scared he's gonna get hurt." Atreus explained.

"Having a open heart is nothing to be ashamed off. It makes us strong, yet-"

The arguing ahead caught their ears, Freyr and Atreus crouching as they walked, just below them, two men arguing, one with a bow knocked ready to fire. The other pleading. Following the line of sight Y/n was in the crosshair with Thor.

"Shit! Go!" Freyr ordered.

The two both rushed to slide down the hill and takel the two ready to fire.

"You little asshole!" Anubis shouted, picking up Atreus before throwing him off and away, "No one fucks with my brothers and gets away with it!"

A battle soon ensured, two on two: Egyptian Gods verus the Norse Gods.

Y/n stopped Thor before the kiss ever happened.

"You hear that?" Y/n asked, "Did someone follow us-"

Before Y/n could even finish his sentence, Atreus was thrown off the cliff a shout falling from his touange as he plummeted towards the ground.

"Atreus!" Y/n shouted, taking off at god speed to catch the boy, sending them both rolling across the snow and onto the frozen river.

"My head..."

"Atreus!" Y/n spoke quickly getting to his knees, "oh. Oh no. No."

Y/n's hand was covered in blood, Atreus had hit his head hard.

"Brother!"

Y/n looked up, "Horus!?"

Y/n was quick to stand up, and quickly pick up Atreus bridal style.

"You'll be okay." Y/n told Atreus.

Taking a step across the way the ice beneath his foot cracked.

"Don't move." Thor ordered quickly.

"Brother!" Horus shouted quickly, running down the hill.

Thor quickly stopped the man from stepping any further. Fighting still ensured above them, but that wasn't Thor's concern.

Y/n's weight shifted, and the ice only cracked more. He's holding Atreus tightly as he looks down at his feet.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me!"

Y/n looked towards Thor.

"We used to do this all the time, right? With the logs." Thor told, "we never got hurt before. You're not gonna get hurt now."

Blood ran down Y/n's arm.

"Are you hurt?" Thor asked, Y/n shaking his head no.

"It's Atreus' blood."

Thor nodded, "okay. Okay, you have to listen. The ice is too thin. I can't come and get you. You have to come here, come to me. Slowly."

"Okay..."

"One step at a time."

Y/n nodded, carefully taking a step forward, light cracks forming under his feet as he stepped.

Horus watched fearfully as Y/n took one step after another.

Y/n gulped as he looked down at his feet, he stopping as the ice would split at any moment,"I can't make it. Not all the way!"

"Hey. Look at me." Thor told, "you can do it. You else is gonna slap me out of my stupidness."

Y/n took another steps forward, slow and steady wins the race...

"I deserve some time with you. Don't you think?" Thor snarked, "Seems you're brothers have had all the time with you!"

One steps to many, sent a spider web out.

"Horus!" Y/n called, "I need your help!"

"Anything brother!"

"Cacth!"

and the final crack, Y/n throwing Atreus as hard as he can towards his brother who caught him stumbling backwards into the snow.

"Y/n!"

He fell into the river: it's freezing cold temperatures, sending his body into shock as the strong current sent him downstream, trapping him under the ice, no rock to grab onto or water plants to try and stop himself.

Four agonizing mintues pulled down stream trying to get out before someone broke the ice and pulled him out.

"Brother!" Anubis called, "Brother!"

"You're god of Thunder! Do what you did to Kratos!" Freyr argued.

"And what?! Kill him twice!? He's wet!" Thor argued.

Y/n coughed, "y/n!" Anubis shouted.

"Fuck...its cold..." he shivered, the snow only coming down harder.

"Get him into a cave quickly. I seen one on the way down." Freyr demanded.

Anubis was quick to pick up his brother following Freyr through the snow.

"We'll need fire." Freyr explained, "Grab anything to burn on the way!"

Quicklu, they made it to the cave, a pile of sticks, and that sorts pilled in the Norse Gods' hands while the Egyptian Gods carried the wounded. Deep inside, they started a fire, setting the wounded down by it.

"Will he be alright?" Horus asked.

"Y/n? With luck. Yes." Freyr explained, he looking at Y/n in Anubis' lap, close to the fire.

"He is our brother. He will be fine." Anubis argued, "he is god of death."

"It is Atreus I worry about. Especially with this head gash." Freyr explained.

"I know some skin sewing." Horus explained, "to close it. Mother taught it to me."

"Uh. Sure...?" Fryer explained, Horus nodding as Freyr watched him pull out a little kit.

Thor's cloak came off to drap around Y/n.

"Back off Norse-man." Anubis argued, holding his brother close, "This is your fault."

"If you didn't-"

"He is almost dead due to you," Anbuis argued, "Just like Father said."

"He helped save Y/n's life." Horus defended.

"Whatever..."

"Leaving him uncovered will allow him to freeze."

Y/n sat up, freezing, ir hurt to move and switched over to Thor, where he huddled next to the half giant near the fire.

"Will you be okay?"

"I dont know." Y/n responded quietly, teeth chattering, skin freezing.

Thor wrapped the cloak around him tightly. Y/n holding onto it tightly as he stayed huddled in Thor's arms.

"You gonna admit you love me now?" Y/n chuckled, groaning accompanied by it; "after all these bullshit years...gods its cold..."

Thor hugged him tighter, bringing him closer to the fire.

"Yes."

Y/n smiled, "I know that's the farthest Ima get."

Thor smiled back, brushing Y/n's hair back, hoping it would dry first to keep the cold off his head.

"And what's your say?" Thor questioned.

"Mhm... check back in later." Y/n joked, coughing and holding his chest right after Thor was warm despite being in the freezing cold just moments ago, "I love you too...not a bad first date huh?"

"Rest." Thor told.

"Yeah. Yeah..." y/n sighed, closing his eyes before slept took him.

Thor laid Y/n down allowing him peacful rest.

It was quiet for hours, Atreus had woken up some time down the road, thankfully: he met both Horus and Anbuis

During the night while everyone was asleep, the stomping of animals outside during nightfall woke Atreus up.

"Y/n?" Atreus asked, seeing the man up and at the cave entrence, "your up. I heard what happened."

Atreus stood up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a yawn: "the storm stopped for now..."

"I love the snow." Y/n responded.

"Yeah its pretty fun." Atreus told: "well. When it's not always around."

Y/n nodded.

"Thanks. For uh saving me." Atreus thanked, "sorry...too. i. Uh shouldnt of come after you."

"Why did you?"

"I was worried you'd get hurt. Animals trust you. So I trust you."

Y/n chuckled, "thats pretty smart you know."

"My highness." A rabbit hopped it's way over.

"Hey i remember these guys. They found us? Cool!" Atreus asked.

"No. Not cool."

Y/n turned his head: Y/n seeing Thor was up, "They found him."

Atreus looked up at Y/n, "Well... yeah, they belong to you. Why wouldnt they."

"Your highness shall we do this one last time?" The rabbit asked.

"Yes of course."

Thor was quick to try and grab Y/n's arm, but nothing to grab.

"Trying to grab something thats not there now are we?" Y/n asked.

"You can't leave."

"I have to."

"I just got you back."

"Thor." Y/n spoke, placing his ghost of a hand ontop of Thor's.

"I catch up to everyone. Even myself. No one ever wins this race." Y/n explained, "I'll meet you tomorrow then, when we're both better than today."

"My highness please."

"Of course."

Y/n turned around, looking back at Atreus, "Hey. Keep out of trouble, Loki."

"How did you..."

The two stood side by side: watching Y/n walk forward, a ground of rabbits there, he dropping on one knee as they all hugged him he hugging back before pulling away, looking down at the simple sarcophagus, it wood engraved in stories of his life. With a careful step, he got in and sat down.

"Its been an honor." Y/n told the two, "and I couldnt of died a greater death."

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Chapter Two: One on One Within The Great Hall// A Place To Call Home For Now

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.

Description for this chapter: You follow Heimdall to the Great Lodge, along the walk, you find Atreus. As it is a happy reunion there is much to unravel.

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.

There could be other horrible more death craving things that you would have wanted. Instead, you were trailing behind a man, who had first insulted your presence but also had almost killed you on sight.

Either of those were not the most welcoming, as you glared daggers into the back of his head. Grötti chattered, slung against your shoulder, while you waved him off. You had done your best to silence him, gaining the glare in return from the god in front of you.

In silence, Heimdall held much hatred for your presence as you followed him through Gladsheim, towards what you were hoping was Odin's Great Lodge.

Had it not been for the sudden stop, face planting into the man in front of you, falling backwards onto your rear--you would have been less surprised.

"Watch where you're going...mortal filth." sneered the god of foresight.

You held your tongue, getting back onto your feet. In front of him was none other than Odin himself, who had Atreus by his side, deep in conversation with the boy about something secretive. When Heimdall had cleared his throat, you could tell that the All Father himself grew increasingly annoyed with him.

"What is it...Heimdall?" Odin had asked, while you caught eyes with Atreus, who practically beamed at your presence.

He had ran to you, arms outstretched as you drew him into a tight hug.

"My boy!" You cried, earning looks from both Heimdall, Odin, and the other bystanders nearby.

Atreus could not help but to shed a few tears, while they stained the cloth of your tunic, you couldn't help but to raise his face to look at him.

"My dear boy, Atreus...oh how I have missed you. You were missing for weeks. We have been worried sick at home." You cried.

Atreus buried his face back into the leather padding on your stomach. You wrapped him into a tighter hug.

"I am so so sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to worry you." the boy cries into you.

You lightly rubbed his head, and hold him, just as a mother should when their child was upset. As for Atreus, since his mother had past years ago, you had stepped up into the role when you met the boy awhile after. So much had happened, and earning a son on your journey was one of the best things that could have happened to you.

So you basked in the moment as you always would, not caring about the eyes all around.

"Do not fret, Atreus. I am here, everything will be okay." You say, Atreus wipes away the few remaining tears that stained his cheeks.

Your attention turns back to the All Father and Heimdall before you.

"What are your intentions with my boy?" you ask. Odin raises his hands as if to calm your nerves.

"It is quite all right. Your boy is safe, and treated quite well amongst the other Aesir. There is nothing to worry about. But I understand a mother's right to know that her son is safe." He speaks softly to you.

Heimdall scoffs, crossing his arms. You had a hand placed on Atreus's shoulder firmly.

"I wish to take him home. He is but a boy."

"A boy who is old enough to make his own decisions, don't you think?" Odin retorts.

You look down at Atreus for a mere second before the All Father continues.

"Being as you are not his actual mother, yes?" You nod, yet Atreus leans into you as what a child would have.

"That may be so, but I take full responsibility for him. And I have worried enough don't you think?" you hummed.

This earned a laugh from the All Father, the way he chuckled wholeheartedly gave you some closure.

"Atreus is not a prisoner here. He is free to come and go as he pleases. The only reason I wish not for him to go is that we were in the middle of a session." Atreus raised, remembering that and looked to you.

"It's okay...I'll be okay, Y/N." He then looked to Odin with that same childish look in his eyes.

"Can she...stay?" Atreus says.

For a moment all there was, was silence, which drained all the hope from your eyes, and before Odin slapped the his sides, and gave another bellowing laugh.

"Why the hell not? We don't get much company anyways." Heimdall was quick to try and reason with Odin but had been turned away.

The All Father had motioned for you to follow him and Atreus, and now with Heimdall thick on your heels, this was turning out to be worse than what you had thought originally.

Now, you were making more enemies.

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When given your own room, you had been made aware that this had once been Thor's sons room. And you had tried to reason for another room, except the other rooms were small, unlike them to give a guest a small room. Since they were gone, there was no sense of leaving the rooms vacant. You took to respecting the wishes of your gracious host.

Night came too quick for you to grasp a hold of, as you were staring up at the ceiling above you, the way the candle flickered shadows, made you think of the flames back home at Sindri's. You wondered what the other's were up to. Hoping they were alright, and not worrying too much of your whereabouts as you were with the one you were searching for.

The sigh that escaped your lips pulled you out of bed, and out into the hall. A quick trip to the Great Hall for a drink of water would help you, at least you thought.

Your nightwear hung below your knees, hair tied into a loose braid, as it swung side to side while you walked down the hallways nd made it into the food hall.

Grasping hold of an empty cup you sloshed the cup into the water barrel and took a heavy drink, before the sound of a throat clearing had almost caused you to drop the cup in your hand.

Turning you found yourself not as alone as you thought you were. There with you was the large, burly god of thunder, himself.

Thor.

"Didn't think I would be sharing the evening with a new face." he says, taking a long drink of his mead.

You refill you water cup and walk over to sit with the god of thunder. From where you sat, adjacent from him, you were quick to notice he had been almost four times your size, but his inviting demeanor had intrigued you the most.

From others around here, they were quick to push you aside, yet with him, it was much more friendly. Unless that was the mead that was talking.

You laughed to yourself.

"What're you drinking tonight, little miss?" he asks.

"Just water."

"Ah, no fun."

"It is much into the night to be drinking as such, dear god." you stated, earning maybe your fiftieth chuckle from someone this day.

"No need for the formal shit. Thor is just fine. " And you did as such.

You stared into your cup as if it had said something to sour your mood.

"The boy...he your kid?" Thor asks, which made you look up.

"In a way, yes. I look after him, I've looked after him for quite sometime." You said, sloshing your cup once more.

"I can tell you care for him. He needs someone like you. He needs a mother. " Thor gave a small smile, which you gave in return.

"Do you..do you have children?" You asked.

"That I do. Or did." He looked away, down at the ground as if you had pulled a nerve. You reached over to place a hand on top of his. He turned back to look down at you. Whether it was rude of you to do such a thing, it seemed to ease the god, as he relaxed.

"I have one daughter." You smiled up at him. "She must be proud to have you as a father." You state.

Thor then proceeded to ask you about your children, in which your smile slowly faded away.

"I-"

"If it isn't the drunk and the mortal filth. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Oh no, you thought.

Heimdall.

Thor kept his back turned, keeping quiet. You did the same, hoping he would get the message and leave.

"Are you also deaf? My, my what are they teaching you mortals these days?" He snorts, grabbing ahold of a bit of bread and cheese from the shelf.

You bit your lip in frustration, looking down into your cup of water. You could handle the insults, but what you couldn't handle was him three times now,, was him breathing down your neck. Why would he not leave you alone?

"Have fun with drunk Aesir trash there. Father's unlucky son. Bid you the worst of nights, stupid mortal." With that he left. Which also meant you could have more peace and quiet.

Looking up at Thor you could see that same, sullen expression wafting over his face. His shoulders slumped forward. His cup empty. Reaching across you slowly unhooked the god's fingers from it, he gave you a look.

"Let me refill it for you." You said softly.

And he let you.

Returning from refilling his cup to the brim with mead, he had also returned to being silent with you beside him.

"I find this place...a little suffocating." You say, Thor jerking his head to you. It was such an out of place thought.

"How? Many find this realm, beautiful, astonishing--" You place a hand onto his wrist.

"Well I find it, suffocating, overwhelming and a bit stuck up." When you heard Thor laugh, it echoed through the entire Great Hall.

"You are something else," He paused.

"Y/N."

"That is a name, for sure." Thor compliments.

Soon after, you yawn, stretching. Time lead on well into the night, as you stood, excusing yourself. Thor had turned to you, getting up at well.

"I'd like to walk you back to your quarters, Lady Y/N." He quips.

You accept his offer, walking beside the large, burly god, out of the Great Hall. The walk had been calm, silent as you shared a few key conversations, as well as a couple of laughs. Nearing your door, Thor's composure changes immediately.

You smile up at him.

"I bid you goodnight, dear god." You give a slight bow to him, and when you raise he gives you the same small smile as before.

"Again, no need for formalities. Yet I do require more about yourself soon. " He says.

You nod, slowly closing the door.

"Goodnight, Thor, thank you." You say.

"G'night, Lady Y/N."

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[whackk-kermitt]

Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her? 

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!” 

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine. 

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone. 

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can. 

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

Not proof read.

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God of War characters carrying you around

Silly idea of how our favs would carry us. It could be romantic or platonic!

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Carry you around like a sack of potatoes: Kratos, Baldur, Brok

Give you a piggyback ride: Modi, Baldur

Carry you in a bridal style: Freya, Tyr, Sindri, Freyr

Let you sit on their shoulder: Modi, Magni, Tyr

Lift you up and cross one arm under your booty: Magni, Thor

"Don't you have legs?": Sindri, Brok, Heimdall, Kratos

You have to carry them: Sif, Heimdall, Freyr

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Their Reaction to You Losing an Eye

Summary — Preferences for Atreus, Kratos, and Thor from God of War!

Requested by @nickeverdeen — Hey there! Can I please ask for hcs with either God Of War or Horizon Zero Dawn characters with a reader who lost their eye and is insecure about it? If for God Of War then pls hcs with: Kratos, Atreus (older or young is up to you) If Horizon Zero Dawn then pls hcs with: Aloy, Talanah (you don’t have to do Talanah if you don’t wanna) Also pls let me know if you’re uncomfortable with the request Take time and care about yourself ❤️

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Depictions, discussions, and mentions of severe injuries (losing an eye, fainting as a result of pain); canon-typical violence; envisioned Ragnarök!Atreus for this work; I tossed Thor into this request because he’s my husband.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 433. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ I recently met T.C. Carson, who was the original voice for Kratos in the God of War series, after which I ran to write this request (even though it’s intended for Christopher Judge’s version)!

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in all honesty, he wouldn’t quite know how to act. his emotions would be all over the place, tears streaming down his face as his father and freya tried to help you. the coverings on your face are soaked in your own blood. “don’t leave,” muttered atreus. he finds himself kneeling by your side as he pleads with you, one of your weak hands held tightly in both of his, “please don’t go.” but his newly discovered godly abilities are still out of sorts. his sadness quickly shifts to anger at those who caused you harm. his wrath is unlike anything the world has ever seen. he won’t stop until you, his dearest companion, is properly avenged, so don’t be surprised if he returns with your attacker’s head.

kratos

this man does not hesitate. in mere seconds, kratos is lifting you into his arms and calling out for someone, anyone, who can help. he avoids looking at the blood that decorates the place where your eye should be. “i lost faye,” he mutters. “i won’t let you go as well. stay awake!” everything is a blur. whatever vision you have left is slowly turning to gray as a sudden wave of tiredness overtakes your body. the pain of it all is settling deep into your bones. as kratos’s muffled voice calls out for you in a panicked tone, you allow unconsciousness to take over, and the world finally fades into darkness.

thor

he breathes heavily, staring down at heimdall with such rage that the golden-eyed god realized he was experiencing fear for possibly the first time in his life. a gentle touch on his arm, however, tears thor’s focus away from his father’s devotee. his eyes drop to the deep scar on your face — a new habit he’d developed recently — before they drifted to meet your lone eye. heimdall scurries away at the same time thor’s fingertips graze your cheek.  “why do you keep me from tearing him apart?” whispered thor. “he needs to be punished for what he’s done to you.” a sharp inhale came from him when your touch caressed his strong chest, exactly where his heart lay beneath his skin. he was quick to let his rough palm overlap your gentle hand. “heimdall is a fool,” you replied in the same quiet tone he had been using. “why waste your days threatening him when you could be with me instead? his punishment will come when the time is right.” he was only convinced when you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. perhaps, for now, he could set revenge aside.

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[robsmooth]

He said I love you in actions.

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[grievedeeply]

Thor and kratos headcanons for reader comforting them after a bad day (kratos after a nightmare and Thor whilst drinking?)

my boys <3 thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy!! also, if your name is crossed out in my tags section it means i can't tag you for some reason. sorry about that :(

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thor and kratos' s/o comforts them after a bad day headcanons

thor

he finds himself falling back into his drinking habits after a particularly hard day he spent around his father

he gets tired of being constantly belittled, and alcohol makes his mind quiet for awhile. it's why he finds so much comfort in it

you find him in the bar, where you expected him to be when he wasn't at home. you can tell whenever his day has gone poorly

his eyes are droopy.. sad, even though in his drunken state he can barely remember what was said to him that hurt him so badly

you'll have him leave, returning to your home with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. he's much bigger than you, and it takes some time to get back, but you're determined

he deserves better. you know that. you kick open the door with your foot and lay him down on the couch, taking a seat next to him on the floor

"what's wrong, dear?" would be the first words to leave your lips

thor nearly cries at the sound of your voice. so comforting and warm. he shrugs his shoulders, but you can read him like an open book

you'll tell him he doesn't have to talk about it— the drinking or whatever led up to it— and he'll take your hand in his massive one, kissing your knuckles

he's grateful you understand he doesn't want to speak about it right away, but when he does he pours his heart out to you. he feels used. he doesn't know how to get out of it

you're not in his position, so you can't give him any advice other than to follow his heart. though, you insist that you're always going to be by his side to support him through anything

he feels like he doesn't deserve you or your comfort, but he has it. his heart swells at your grin, and he smiles back. a real one— and it's beautiful

kratos

kratos often dreams of the past. he dreams of his daughter, his previous life in greece.. and mostly, he dreams of faye

you'd never once felt unloved because of his previous marriages. you knew that he cared deeply for you, and the fact that he dreamt about his loved ones was always something you never minded

though, sometimes he has nightmares. they always consist of things that actually happened in his life, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, hoping that he didn't wake you. he almost always does, but you don't care

as your relationship progresses, you begin to comfort him through those nights where his nightmares are particularly bad

he pictures the death of calliope.. though.. most of his nightmares consist of a future without you in it

he dreams of you dying. sometimes, in gruesome, brutal ways. others, in your sleep or from an illness. no matter what, he'll wake up in tears. he'll turn to you, his eyes focused on your form to see you breathing

he'll let out a sigh of relief when he sees you inhale, but he doesn't go back to sleep out of fear of experiencing it again

you'd ask him what keeps him up and at first he refuses to tell you. as time goes on, he opens up and admits that they're nightmares of you dying

ever since he told you that, you'd be there to comfort him whenever he needed it. sometimes he wouldn't want you to, and tell you to go back to sleep, saying that seeing you alive was all he needed to relax

on other nights, you'd sit by his side, your hand in his. your thumb would rub against the back of his hand.. and he'd just listen to your breathing for a few moments to calm down

he doesn't even need to hear your voice. your presence alone is comfort enough

you'll reassure him that you don't intend to go anywhere anytime soon, and that you'll be around for much longer

he knows anything can happen, and that you could be ripped away from him at any moment.. but he remains silent, and just nods

he tells you he loves you, and you say it back. you'll kiss his forehead, laying back down on your shared bed

your arms would be extended out to him... your hands gesturing for him to lay with you. after a sigh, he'll give in to your wishes, and rest his head on your chest

the beating of your heart lulls him back to sleep.. and the nightmares don't return with you protecting him <3

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[visionsofmagic]

༒ destiny ༒ odin’s sons [thor, heimdall, baldur] x reader

↷ chapter one “the first sight” | masterlist

✧ summary: visiting the place odin gave to them for bringing a goddes to the asgard, none of the brothers accepted someone like ‘you’. they wanted to accomplish the mission as soon as possible but not you who gave them a rule if they wanted you to follow them into the asgard, getting praises of their daddy.

✵ wc: 6k

✧ warnings&tags: events take place before gow 4 and ragnarok. cursing/swearing, fluff, baldur is an ass, heimdall is not that cocky (not yet) but still; heimdall is heimdall, touchy and so confident!reader, girl boss energy, using magic, original creatures, blood, violence, death, disgusting requests (by creatures), & more in the chapter! enjoy. <3

✵ notes: to what I gathered from the web, the height disturbation is like these; thor > heimdall > baldur. I hope it is correct one but there is no much differences between heimdall and baldur, so, that’s it. & I tried to make it cannon as possible but I can’t help but add some non-cannon things into the fic since it is a fanfiction, so, I hope you will like them. ^^ thanks! [comments, likes and rb appreciated!]

  “Oh, poor thing.”

Kneeling down to the level of a wolf, full of black fur around his body, you began to examine his wound on the stomach, probably because of another animal’s work which he escaped from. As your hands were standing on his wound, blood everywhere, the wolf growled in both pain and defensive ways; pain coming from its wound, and defensive because of you. He was afraid to be touched by you, not knowing your true intentions. To make it clear, you smiled to him, “Shh, I will just heal it, do not worry.” 

He looked at you for a few seconds before putting his head on the grass, taking heavy breaths. Slowly, you began to heal the wound with using magic, blue glows goes from your fingers’ tips to his wound, closing it. 

The wolf’s heavy breaths and painful moans changed into relaxed and happy ones thanks to the magic. When you finished, you smiled widely at him while cleaning the blood on his black fur with a wet cloth. “See? You are good as before!” 

The wolf howled to show he was good, finally. Then, he got up, moving his muscles to see whether the wound was gone completely or not. Turning to you, the wolf, probably old enough to acknowledge your kindness – not a wild one, allowed you to caress his head which you accepted gladly while smiling widely. “You are so cute!” 

“Oh, such a good compliment. Thank you, witch.”  

Rolling your eyes, you turned to the owner of voice, the wolf in sync. “And I was wondering when you would get tired of watching me and come out.” 

Smirking to you, he allowed for a few seconds for you to study him and his looking; different kinds of tattoos all over his body from neck to abdomen, traveling around the arms and hands, even fingers. His woad-blue tattoos of Norse runes looked good on him, you could tell from this away. You wondered if he had tattoos on invisible parts of his body, covered with clothes. He looked like the weather of any realms would not be a matter for him, not even the mystic weather of Vanaheim, the realm you were in at the moment. He was a God, clearly, looking all mischievous and egoistic. From the way he introduced himself, opening his arms widely towards you, with a smirk on his bearded face with marbles on his beard. He would look better if he hadn’t that irritating smirk on his face, looking so – bossy. His brown beard completed with his brown hair. His blue eyes were distinctive that had unmanageable sparkles, making you want to look another way. 

The wolf stood in front of you when the unknown God took a few steps towards your sitting position. As the wolf began to growl, you stopped him by caressing his head, calming him down and feeling happy to see that you gained his trust by simple healing his wound. Animals were so innocent for these realms, truly. 

“It’s okay,” He looked at you, calming down. “Let’s allow man introduce himself first.” 

Looking back at the God, you nodded for him to continue. He chuckled, “Baldur.” It was enough to introduce himself in his mind, and he was right, indeed, it was enough because how could you not know son of Odin, his best tracker as they said, Baldur. 

Being the untouchable God, he sure had gut and confidence at a high level which made you want to roll your eyes at his attitude, not feeling any fear or something like that. No, there was no man or woman that would give you fear, including Odin’s allies, the All-Father everyone was afraid of. 

“To what do I owe this visit, son of Odin?” 

He shrugged, “I do not know it either, witch.” He seemed angry for a moment, “Even though All-Father knew very well I dislike any witch, he sent me to take you the Asgard. It seems you are – special?” It was like a question he was asking to himself, disbelief of the ongoing events caused by Odin. Knowing the All-Father from your previous years, you knew he sent him to a mission in which he had to bring you to the Asgard. 

Smiling gently, you said, “Then, he sent you for nothing. I will not go to the Asgard.” Turning to the wolf that was licking your palm cutely, you added, “Therefore, it’s better for you to leave. Glad to meet.” 

Leaves’, that crashed under Baldur’s heavy steps, sounds came to your ears. Then, he stopped behind you, kneeling to the same level as you and making you to look into his blue eyes. Now, he looked demanding about the mission he had at the moment. However, there was something unfamiliar in those eyes – something you could not put a name on – maybe, he was interested in you? 

“You didn’t introduce yourself, so, I can not say ‘glad to meet too’ now, can I?” 

What a jerk. You chuckled, “Didn’t your precious father tell you about me, hm?” 

You were smart, he could give that and you knew he was more interested now thanks to your answer, not giving him any knowledge about you but he was determined. So, he looked at the wolf in your arms, looking back at him with threatening black eyes. The wolf looked like he knew you for ages. 

Then, you smiled to calm the air down, “Wanna pet him?” You asked and Baldur looked surprised for a while, then, he smirked. Straighten his posture, he shrugged, looking like he was drunk – and sounding like he was high.  

“Why would I want to pet – it?” 

Rolling your eyes, you stood up finally, giving the wolf last petting on the head, whispering his ear that he should go your home, using the magic to help him track your hidden house in the woods. He began to run, happy to be with you after you finished here. 

Turning to Baldur, you looked at his smirking face. He was irritating. 

While you were fixing the brownish cloak you had, cleaning dirt on it, you shrugged, looking confident of yourself clearly to make Baldur acknowledge that you would not go to there, not today at least. You had no intention to see Odin’s irritating face and from the look his son had on his face, they wanted you badly – not a good sign considering Odin. “I don’t know what made you think that I would come with you, but, to clear your mind, I want to say that I have no intentions to visit Asgard anytime soon.” Finally, giving him your nod, you said, friendly – not wanting to create a trouble for today. “Y/n, my name.” 

He looked you from head to toe without any shame, studying you. “I do not who you are miss but you had to be someone – important, so, you definitely will come with me – well,” He rolled his eyes at the sounds of men’s steps around you, “Us.” 

Turning to your behind, you saw two other Gods surrounded your environment. What a painful day you were having – so troublesome. 

You looked at them as Baldur’s head went out of behind, standing on your right, close to your shoulder but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting him to understand how you wanted to get out of this situation you were in without your control. He meant harm but not yet, so, you decided to be friendly. 

Baldur smirked as he pointed out the bigger man among them to you with his forefinger, “Thor, the God of Thunder, as you probably know thanks to – well, his deadly works.” The God – Thor looked so taller and bigger than you could imagine. He hadn’t any tangible cloth on his upper body except his armors on the shoulder and arms. His famous hammer was resting on his belt, looking cute from this far but you knew how many blood that hammer had on its surface. His orange and red mixed colored hair and beard was something unique to him, messy but still looking glamorous. He had tattoos on his body and blue eyes like Baldur had. They looked similar even if it was just a little. 

You knew very well Thor was bad news, worse than his brothers and sons – unlike Baldur who was the God of Light and Peace – yes, it was funny that he had these titles which were contrary to his own actions, Thor was the God of Thunder. People tend to call him as chaos bringer since the places he visited had faced with death’s itself by the hand of Thor – one of the most powerful sons of Odin as they described. 

Baldur’s breath touched your ear, giving you tickles, as he spoke again, “The other not-so-handsome one is Heimdall. Actually he only has one job, carrying that Gjallarhorn but All-Father insisted to bring him too.” 

Heimdall, the most loyal son of Odin who looked like he was having one of the worst days of his entire life with an annoying expression on his face, was the bearer of the Gjallarhorn, the mighty horn Heimdall will use to start Ragnarok – ending of the all realms. He sure had his unique features; golden hair that braided beautifully, glowing purple eyes – shinier than normal Aesir people who had Bifrost’ power in them thanks to Odin’s blessing, and cleaner armor than his half-brothers. He probably was taller than Baldur who stayed on your behind, so closely, and smaller than Thor who was standing like a stone beside Heimdall. 

Except Baldur and Heimdall who weren’t afraid of showing their own intentions and thoughts through their faces’ expressions, Thor was unreadable. He had no particular expression on his face except a little tiredness. He indeed was a man of action, not talking, unlike Baldur who took a step forward, standing in beside you while others stayed still.  

“Y/n, right?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, you see, All-Father not sent only me but my brothers as well which is,” He waved his fingers on the air, “One-thousandth event that happens. From this, I can tell you really had to come with us, but,” 

He smirked while Heimdall’s low voice heard from away that took your attention, “At least he can use his brain.” 

Thor’s deep voice heard after that, “Like even you had one.” 

Then, when Heimdall turned to say more to his half-brother, Baldur’s body stood in front of you, blocking your vision. He had more sparkles on his blue eyes. “I am not a patient one like my father. If you insist about not coming, I have to either take you with force or,” His smirk grew, “Kill you.” He winked, “Choice is up to you, miss.” 

While you were looking at him, Thor’s massive body which was built so strong, stood beside Baldur, looking down at his face. “All-Father said no killing, no hurting.” 

Heimdall took Baldur’s other side, making him look smaller between their bigger bodies. They would even look cute if they were good guys, not sons who listens their daddy without thinking twice. 

“When you begin to listen him anyway?” Heimdall asked, looking up to Thor’s face, unreadable still. 

They clearly didn’t get along that well. How you could blame though? – You asked to yourself; three powerful Gods, probably already broken because of being Odin’s – the most manipulative and cruel father out there, sons. They seemed to obey every command their father give with particular shagginess. If Odin sent them here like they claimed, he sure wanted you so – so badly and that made you happier since you were not going to there. Odin would only face his sons’ face, disappointed. 

Maybe you would go there secretly only to see that.

While they were arguing about something, you said, putting on the hood of your cloak, “I thought the Aesir Gods and Goddess, especially sons of Odin, had some stance enough to not to use any force, but, what a surprising era we are living in, don’t you think?” It was a question for Baldur but you didn’t need any response from any of them because the surprised look on their attractive and lovely faces – you had to give them that, was enough. Clearly, they didn’t except you to be that – confident and full of yourself. 

Then, with a wink to Baldur, you said, “And I am afraid there is no way you can kill me either. So, out of any options, you can give me – nothing.” Turning away from them, you waved a goodbye. “Glad to meet you. Have a good day.” – Oh they definitely weren’t having a good day – at all, and this made your day better. You could not tease one but three sons of Odin in one day after all. 

“Woman.“ Thor’s deep and dangerous voice gave you chills, making you stop walking into the forest just to go home. “All-Father has a request.” 

“Which I do not care about,” You said finally. Yes, indeed these men took your attention with their different and unique features – also, personalities. However, even they could not make you go whatever you didn’t want. “Look,” you said, turning to them, hands on the chest in a defensive manner. “Turning to daddy with an empty hand will do no good but it is dumb to think that I will follow three strangers into there.” 

“Strangers?” Heimdall asked, disbelief in his voice. All three of them had different type of speaking and voices but each of them was – special. “How could you not know the God of Foresight – the one who is Herald of the Ragnarok?” He was the most egoistic one – not so surprising. However, it was both annoying and – attractive. 

Smiling, you shrugged, “Titles means nothing. I had to know – you to know you.” 

Thor looked confused while Baldur smirked, “I told ya that she has a way with words.” 

Heimdall rolled his eyes, “Not impressed.” 

Indeed, he was impressed. You could tell that from the way his body moved; his glowing eyes on you – the most magical thing you witnessed in all realms, he took a few steps towards you, starting a new conversation, “Who are you?” He asked and now, you were the confused one. 

“What?” You looked each of them from left to right, slowly. When you saw their faces, you began to chuckle, “You say Odin sent you – for me but he didn’t tell you who I am?” Putting a finger on your chin, you said in a low tone, mostly to yourself, “Interesting.” What Odin was thinking about? What were his true intentions on this mission – bring you to his wings or another thing? He sure had goals about taking benefits from you but what were they – you wondered because the last time you used your real powers was long ago. He couldn’t remember you entirely – could he? 

“So?” Heimdall said again, “I can’t wait for another hour in this realm. My armor gets dirty.” 

“Don’t worry, daddy will get you a new one you brat.” Baldur mocked Heimdall, having real fun while teasing his half-brother. It was clear that Baldur’s relationship with Heimdall was different than the one he had with Thor who started talking when Heimdall was about to say another annoying comment. 

“It’s enough.” Thor looked bossy once again. Looking at you, he walked ‘till he reached you, leaving a certain gap between your opposite bodies. You had to look up to so him more. “Heimdall give her the letter.” 

Heimdall looked annoyed, saying, “Don’t give me order. I am not Baldur.” 

“Should be this an insult?” He sure was having his fun. 

Heimdall then gave you the letter, making your fingers touch each other in a closer way than before. The touch gave you jolt in an unexpected way. What was this? – It wasn’t anything like you had with other men who touched you with a simple reason like buying something from you or simply, greeting. It was different than that but you couldn’t think any further about it since they were waiting for you to open the letter, reading it and taking a decision. 

Possibly, even they didn’t know what was written in the letter, so, you opened it while covering words from their eyes. 

Dear L/N, I hope my sons do not give you any hard time since they are given a request from me; bringing you to here, a realm which you will face kindness and peace. 

Let’s have a chat in here. So, listen my sons, they will help you to come here. 

Waiting for your arrival soon. 

After finishing reading, the letter burned suddenly. Odin who even didn’t write his own name on the letter didn’t want you to hold it. He didn’t want anyone have something from him, possibly, because he had so many enemies and you could be one of them even if he was trying to see you as a new ally. 

Looking back to his sons, you studied their expressions. Except Heimdall, they looked calm and a little curious. Baldur’s focus was on you, and Thor looked like he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Vanaheim was a realm Odin could not enter, so, they had enemies in here. After Freya’s sad fate, Vanaheim felt betray coming from Aesir people and Odin’s himself. Therefore, Aesir people weren’t welcome in here – understandable. You weren’t a Vanir. You just found a safe home in here and you knew very well if you would not allow them to bring you into the Asgard, they would find your home – hidden in the woods after tracking you down, mostly Baldur. 

Sighing, you looked at them one by one and when you were about to say something, you saw how Heimdall looked so – shocked; a confused face, furrowing, looking both surprised and angry about something you didn’t know yet. When he caught your gazes on him, he made an angry sound, turning from your face to Baldur who was smirking. “Well,” He said, closing the gap between your bodies – a bold and confident one as hell. “What is your choice? Do not think that my brothers will not use any physical support to complete mission.” 

“Fighting is not my style,” Heimdall said, annoyed more than ever. “I outnumber them, unlike your wild acts Baldur.” 

Baldur rolled his eyes, not paying attention to Heimdall who was still angry but not showing any of it towards you but you knew something wasn’t right in his mind about you. 

Baldur stood in front of you once again, hands on his waist, looking at you to get an answer. 

Sighing, you nodded in defeat. They wouldn’t let you leave their sides if you said ‘no, they were too loyal to Odin for that to happen. Indeed, you were powerful but not dumb – trying to fight with all three sons of Odin who had great power; an invulnerable one, master of foresight, and meaning of strength, no, you couldn’t win a fight including three of them. Therefore, you said to them, “I will but,” You raised a forefinger to Baldur’s face, making him look at your finger to your face and he was – impressed? Clearly, no man or woman was this bold in his life. “I have one rule.” 

“Who do you think you are to give me a rule?” Heimdall scoffed, ready to give another roll of eyes.

You shrugged, “I am Y/n,” coming to his side you smiled, raising a hand on the air to greet him properly. He was only a naughty boy of his daddy who needed meet with someone other than Aesir people. “Heimdall, right?” 

He looked at your hand to get the gesture, then, finally – he took your hand on his, greeting you like the way he had taught – gentle. It was a funny tickle on your hand which you could not avoid because even though you wanted to deny it, it was clear that you had an interest on him. A knowledge Vanir Goddess told you about Heimdall, the most loyal one to All-Father, had a gift of reading minds and intentions of others. You wondered if he was reading your mind right now but even he was reading it, you couldn’t hide that you were curios about him when the Goddess gave you information about him. You imagined his purple glowing eyes and from this close, you already realized how he could take people under control with only his lovely eyes. 

Leaving his hand, you went for Thor next, giving him your smaller hand which he looked for a moment but didn’t greet. He was closed than others. He wasn’t talkative and open to strangers, you could see that but you wanted to give an expression that Heimdall didn’t take your focus. You could not trust them, not yet at least. 

“Nice to meet you too, Thor. I am Y/n, again.” 

“Cut the friendly attitude woman,” Thor said, sounding calm, not that hostile contrary to what he said. “Even if I do not like him,” He was referring to Heimdall behind you whose piercing gazes were on your face, studying you shamelessly. Neither Baldur nor Heimdall had any shame. They were bold ones. Thor continued, “You can’t give us any rule. We are not child.” 

“I didn’t say you were but if you want to be appreciated by your precious daddy, you have to bring me back with you. So, I give you a chance to do that.” You shrugged, still fearless. You turned to Baldur, smirking, “Choice is up to you, mister.”  

Baldur shrugged, looking not interested in the boring conversation. He just looked at his half-brothers, gathering their answers from the expressions. However, their faces were straight that you decided to start walking outside the wild forest of Vanaheim; beauty in the wildness, the realm always impressed you. You wished Odin never existed, bringing sorrow to realms. 

“So about my rule,” You said after a while, hearing their steps’ heavy sounds behind you. They were following you like three puppies. Chuckling inside your head, you wondered how Heimdall didn’t say a thing about the way you were thinking. Maybe he wasn’t reading your simple mind at all at the moment. “I can’t know whether you will prison me in the Asgard or not –“ 

“We would do it until now.” Baldur interrupted your speech, making you chuckle and looking behind for a moment to see his cocky face. 

“You could try.” Then, you continued to speak about the rule. “Anyway, if you want to make me come, you should wait ‘till I accomplish mine.” 

“Yours?” It was surprisingly Thor, asking this. “What’s your mission? Do you serve any God?” 

You shook your head in a negative way, “No. I bow to no one, including Odin. My mission is for the sakes of innocent people who need help.” 

“You want me to help lower lives? Do you think that my time is insignificant to do that? I am protector of the Asgard –“ 

“Blah blah blah,” Baldur said, mocking Heimdall, “Just go back to your daddy and leave it us.” He pointed at himself and Thor who was looking bothered from their half-brothers’ endless teasing. 

“You?” Heimdall laughed, “To make it clear, if All-Father thought you two would be enough, he wouldn’t insist me to come with you. Apperantely, you need me.” 

You wanted to say it was same either way; Baldur and Thor needed Heimdall and he needed them but you kept silent, not wanting to take any hostile behavior from them. You liked them. They looked – innocent. Not too innocent but not menace. 

“Talking talking talking. It’s all you got brat.” Baldur took a few steps. 

“And what you have except a mindless brain you dummy.” Heimdall returned his steps with his. They were close, dangerously. 

While they were talking nonsense, just to tease each other, Thor happened to be beside you, standing so tall and like a stone, covering your smaller physic with his massive one. Unreadable sparkles were on his blue eyes, looking so good with his red-orange colored hair and beard. Gifts, abilities and titles were not only things Odin gave them. They all had attractiveness uniquely, you had to accept. 

“What’s your mission?” He asked, sounding not interested but wanting to know. 

“Every realm has a magnificent magical stone – each one in all realms, contains imprisoned souls on them who need my help to reach their peace. I promised myself to do that. Now, I have an opportunity;” You showed them, “Three favorite Gods of Odin who can enter any realm they want.” It was true, you wanted to travel across realms to get free these souls but also, you needed something for your own as an addition which you would keep as a secret ‘till they gain your trusts, one by one, seeming impossible though. At least, it was impossible for now. Unlike Vanir people, you had no hostile feeling for Aesir people, especially them, but you were smart enough to not be their ally so soon. “I will come with you but in return, I have a rule; you should help me to visit the realms.” 

Lookin up, you saw how Thor was having a hard time to think about your offer. His face was confused for a while before turning a determined one. 

“It’s enough!” Thor’s deep and dominant voice heard through the forest, taking Baldur’s and Heimdall’s attention back to you. You could say that Thor’s power on them was high even if they would deny it – Baldur clearly had respect for him and you were impressed. You would tell Thor that if he wasn’t a bad God like people said. “It’s decided. We are going with her, then, she will come with us.” 

Heimdall didn’t like the idea of it in a bit but he kept his silence rather than speaking harshly like you expected. What he talked with Baldur back there – you were curious but your attention changed from Heimdall to Baldur who stood, once again, in front of you with his smirk. “About time to have some fun.” 

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for them to follow you. “First, we need to do one more thing,” You turned to Heimdall, catching him looking at you intensely and when he saw you looking, he turned to other side immediately. Was he blushing? – Oh, what a cute boy he was, not like that Vanir Goddess spoke. To make him feel ease, you added, “Don’t worry, it will not take long.” 

Here you were; standing at the tip of a hill that happened to be taken from a mortal man who had a wife and little son by a group of predatory; the group didn’t hesitate to kill the man, take his wife for their own disgusting objects, and after that, killing her too, including the little boy – a disaster told by another mortal man who saw the event from away, running like his life depended on it, coming to your side to seek justice. 

There were some belongings of the group; little chairs to sit on, swords blunt but enough to kill mortals, half-eaten food, a foul stench, and dirty clothes. There were also bloods of animals which were their food. 

As you were standing there, Odin’s sons behind you, minding their own business but losing patient, the leader of the group who had different color of cloak screamed, his crew standing behind, disgusting looks on their faces. They weren’t mortal. They were some creatures looked like humans. However, you knew them very well; wildness filled their heart, no empathy, no guilt. They only wanted see pain of mortals – kill them and get their benefits from them. They made your stomach crumble in pure disgust. They needed to be punished. 

“Hey!” The leader screamed, “What the hell you think you are doing?” 

Removing the cloak’s hood, revealing your face to them, you left one of their blades on ground. You could see how Thor and Baldur were ready to fight from right and left sides of you while Heimdall was sitting on a stone, looking at the group, showing how he felt same about them as you did – disgusting creatures. 

With glowing new weapons from red to blue – mixed with magic they found in the realm, the group had enough courage to attack you anytime they wanted. It was a fact that they killed some Vanir people who could use magic for these weapons. They could not afford it, material and spiritual. They were not worthy. 

Taking a few steps forward, you asked to twelve men, avoiding their leader’s gaze who gave command to these mindless creatures. Even if they looked like mortals from outside, only their leader had a brain as functional and indeed, he choose it to be a support for his sins – killing innocent without thinking twice. So, they were the leader’s mindless tools. They just had instincts to survive, nothing more. Knowing this, you said, “I give you 10 seconds to leave. I will not punish those who choose to live.” 

From corner of your eyes, you could see Heimdall’s and Baldur’s gazes, looking at you. Thor didn’t move an inch but you knew he was listening and watching you carefully too. 

The leader laughed, and the group followed it – still mindless. 

“I didn’t know the man had a beautiful daughter like you. Only if I knew –“ The leader’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, judging it from the cloak you were wearing. “Ohh, how I could use that body of your after a good killing.” He laughed manically, “But don’t worry, I will do it now! Right?!” He turned to the group, “And you will have a taste too my brothers!” 

Their disgusting gazes began to travel on your body and you could feel how Baldur took a defensive manner as well as Thor who was ready to throw his hammer to them as soon as you finished. 

To prevent it, you touched Thor’s left arm, gently but he jumped a bit in surprise while his half-brothers were watching your interaction, possibly shocked about how easily you touched Thor – closely, without any fear. 

“It’s something I should do.” You smiled, “But thanks.” 

The leader’s face was confused, “Who do you talking to you bitch? Are you fucking out of your mind, huh?” 

Thor could never be more surprised, including others, freezing for a moment before Heimdall asked, “What is he talking about?” 

You waved your hand on the air, “I will tell later,” Then, you knotted the cloak's cord, causing it to fall slowly to the ground, showing off a black body clinging top with windows showing the sleeves and part of the chest, clinging black trousers, feathered boots in the same color and a warm jacket on your upper body. All black and red colors of them mixed with little brownish, holding you warm and well. “Now, I have to deal with them.” 

The leader and his group’s eyes began to shine in lust, making you want to vomit, but thinking about what they would face now, it looked funny. 

As their gazes were giving you ache in the stomach, other three Gods’ gazes who were around you were enough to make you feel hotness. You could sense their eyes upon you, traveling from head to toe as they acknowledge this look on you; how clothes were covering your body, giving some hints what was lying beneath. 

Turning back to the group, you smiled; ready to strike first attack as your hands began to move on the air, using magic to create two useful blades that appeared on the air and fell into your palms. “So, you wanted to play with magic?” You asked, slowly but dangerously walking towards them, leaving black mixed red colors on the ground you were walking on which were vanished after a few seconds only to be replaced by others. “I will show you what the real magic is.” 

And then, all of it started and you couldn’t tell which one of them screaming louder since your blades were passing through their mortal bodies, cutting them into lots of pieces, not leaving anytime for them to understand where attacks were coming from. They only saw you flying on the air, jumping into the middle with a hard pump sound – breaking the ground slightly. Then, it was all blades’ sounds and their own blood within the screams. 

Thanks to your ability's on speed, it took you only 10 seconds to kill them all, except their leader who was damaged heavy, losing his legs and one arm.

Standing in the middle of the group, now lying on the ground with slices of their bodies, so much blood and death flowing from them into the place, you looked back at the leader, crawling towards the useless blades he had on the camp as they called. 

As one of the blades vanished, you held the remaining one on your right hand. It began to glow in red from tip to the end while you were walking slowly to him. With each step you took, the leader’s effort to reach the blades grew bigger but he wasn’t fast enough. When his one hand tried to take the nearest weapon, your strong left foot found its place on his hand’s back, pushing it into the ground more and gaining another scream from him, coming like a melody to your ears, feeling some comfort to see his pain which he gave to that innocent family. 

“Look at me!” Poison were flowing within your voice, alerting Gods around you who were silent, and watching you completely. As he looked up to your face with his blood covered one, you put the edge of the sword on his neck. 

Man’s fear strengthened its effect when he saw your eyes as the innocent family’s each pain began to flow into his mere soul and heart, if he even had one, and bodies, making him feel a sudden shock because of facing a great pain at once. When his body was about to die on its own due to not being able to take all these pain, you started to count in your mind, and when he was the edge of dying, you moved your hand, cutting his head off with a single movement. 

As the bloods were pouring on the blade, you looked at the mess you made. Spelling a magic, they were all gone in a moment, leaving the soul of the mortal man appearing from a bottle. Apparently, the leader knew more magic than you thought, prisoning the man’s soul in a bottle which had a rune on it. 

“I don’t’ know who you are,” The man spoke, sounding like he finally found some relief. “But thank you! With seeing this, I can finally feel some comfort. They slaughtered us like we didn’t mean anything – like we were animals. My wife, my son –“  

He couldn’t finish his sentence, beginning to cry. You wished to give him more than this but you couldn’t. 

“I hope you will find much more where you will go, with your family beside.” 

He nodded, cleaning his tears away from his weary face. “I'm grateful. Have a good life my child.” 

Then, he vanished, reaching his freedom and hopely, his family once he lost on here. 

Sighing, you said, “Now, we can go.” 

They all stayed silent for a while before Heimdall’s nod, saying, “Hugin!” 

After his call, ravens started to fly around four of you, and you asked Heimdall gently while your bodies were close to each other than others, “Svartalfheim, please?” 

He rolled his eyes when you smiled, arms crossed over his chest, “As if I am your caretaker.” He was annoyed and he really looked cute like that. 

Baldur chuckled, “But you could make a good maid.” 

When Heimdall looked irritated by it, Baldur chuckled more and even Thor had a little nasty smile on his face. 

You were going to have your own fun, definitely! 

to be continued. 🍰

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[ravenloop]

Woah hang on, we got the Thor and Odin dating someone who had amnesia BEFORE they met, can we get one AFTER they started dating?

Headcannons: Thor and Odin w/ S/O who got amnesia after they met

AN: I like the way you think, anon 👀 so have this as a token of my appreciation. It's much more angsty than the last one lmao

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Thor:

It was perfect, your relationship with Thor.

Sure, it took you some time to get used to his family. Many of them weren't that nice either, but it worked out well.

Thor was happy with you, he found someone that he could trust and talk to without feeling the need to worry that you would use his words against him.

You both were in love and also had quite a stable relationship, what more could you two ask for?

And then it all changed.

Both of you were sent on a mission to Midgard to retrieve something for the Allfather.

There were a lot of enemies - it was expected. After all, something that the Allfather needed couldn't have possibly been left unguarded.

It was incredible how fast both of you got overwhelmed by them, you especially.

In the mist of enemies, you managed to lose Thor and had to fight them all on your own while Thor fought others.

You did quite well on your own, for a little bit, but after a while you were forced to use a powerful spell to kill of all your enemies. It was too powerful, and knocked you unconscious after using it.

When you awoke, you were back in Asgard, no memory of what happened.

Thor was right by your side when you opened your eyes, he fussed over you, but it just confused your mind further. Why was Thor there? What happened to you? Why couldn't you remember anything?

The lost look in your eyes only worried Thor more, he tried explaining everything that happened but you couldn't remember anything - not even the fact you two were a couple.

Your confusion only frustrated him, he loved you so much but you... Didn't love him back. Not anymore.

It didn't take long for Thor to fall back into his old drinking habit after you lost your memory. You had helped pry him away from drinking, but now that you had no recollection of ever being with Thor, you didn't stop him.

Still, he tried to help you. He would tell you about those you fought, the things you made or the spells you casted. Anything to help you remember. But each thing he told you only left you more confused.

You apologize to him, saying you don't remember those things or the apparent fact that you were ever with him. Your memory had snippets of your time in Asgard, there were also a few memories you had where you and Thor would talk, but nothing of you ever being his partner crossed your mind.

He becomes more stressed, more impatient, angrier, but he's angry at himself for not saving you sooner, for not telling you to stay behind and that he'd handle the mission himself.

And now look what it cost him, the only person he found solace in.

Odin:

Originally, Odin only married you because of the immense power you held.

Just like he did with his other wives, he planned on using you for all you had to give.

But then you did something to him. You made him fall for you.

He's so certain at first that you casted a spell over him, making him see you as someone he truly loved. That's how he copes with his emotions at first.

Then he finally accepts that he might be in love... And he honestly doesn't mind it after the initial acception. The two of you had a peaceful and happy time together.

But then, the mask and Loki came into play.

The kid was nice, caring too. And despite you being Odin's wife, he trusted you... To a point. When he left Asgard to clear his mind and soon returned to finish finding the mask piece, he still trusted you.

Odin then decided to send you with him to find the last piece, so you'd be able to keep an eye on him.

It went well for most part, your powers combined with Loki's archer skills helped defeat the monsters you crossed with ease.

It wasn't until the last piece had been found that everything went downhill. Odin joined you two in the realm to take the mask, but Kratos and Freya had ambushed you three. Loki had betrayed Asgard and escaped with his father, but before the three could leave, Freya managed to cast a spell on you. Leaving you unconscious.

Odin took you back to Asgard where you woke up with not a single memory of anything.

You didn't know who you were, where you were, what powers you had - the spell turned you into a lost soul.

The first time you saw Odin after the spell had been casted, you screamed. Confused and afraid of where you were.

Your dear husband tried his best to remove the spell, but it didn't work. Not even the best witches could rid you of the spell. Freya's spells always has a catch to them - but he didn't know what this one was.

Even if he did remove the spell, he wasn't entirely sure if that would grant you back your knowledge or memories.

You couldn't even use your powers, for you didn't know what they were anymore. You were a Goddess of great power who has been reduced to a mere mortal, or something like one.

And as much as Odin hated to say it, you had become a burden to him. And he the starts to remember why he chose to marry you in the first place, for your powers, but now you couldn't even use them.

You had no use anymore, but yet a part of Odin - a part of him that still loved you - couldn't just let you go. But now he had to make the choice...

Get rid of you, or keep the woman that a part of him still loved?

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[kakashiislut]

This was supposed to be a request, but I messed it all up :( and now it’s gone so I’m going to summarize it :( I’m sorry!!

So Kratos and F!Reader meet some where randomly and become friends, along with that, Reader is a single mother (I’m sure it was a daughter!) and reader slowly becomes a motherly figure for Atreus and they start a lil family :( (of course Mimir is the second dad)!

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I’m so sorry I messed up something as simple as a request :/ I’m gonna try and make this awesome. :( I hope you guys like it, I’ve been struggling with writing, cause nothing seems to want to come out no matter how hard I try. <3

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Warnings: barely suggestive themes, we all know Kratos is hot, fluff and friendship, family themes.

Authors Note: I had this draft for like a couple of weeks and just started finishing it now. I tried making it like a full story, but I kinda suck with those now. I’m sorry the writing style just changed half way through it 💀

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Our Family~ Kratos & Motherly!Reader

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Breathing relaxed, feet below your shoulders, elbow back and straight. Stare at your target, you don’t want the deer to suffer, you want one clean, quick shot to its lungs, heart or brain. You chose heart, quick and easy, the deer won’t feel a thing. It was grazing on the nature below its feet, suckiling up flowers, grass and probably some bugs along the way. It was beautiful, it’s tail flared wildly in the wind, back legs stepping back and forth. The deer was happy….but you where hungry.

Drawing the bow string back just a bit more, you where ready to let go when it’s head snapped up “what-“ out of shock, you let go causing the arrow to sore through the air and hit the poor animal in its throat, it dropped quick, falling towards you. Another arrow? No, the deer wasn’t injured before…

Quickly reaching for another arrow, you scooped the area out. No one. The wind seemed to be silent all of a sudden, the only noise to be heard was the deer frailing  and crying, before it eventually stopped. The arrow below it snapped, waste of an arrow.

You almost left it. The deer of course. With half an arrow still lodged in its neck, blood pooled on the floor and trailed towards your feet. You stared at the thick crimson, even it’s blood was perfect. But you can’t, you have to not only feed yourself, but her.

“Hmmm”

What? Shooting your head back up, you where met with a behemoth of a man. Easily 100 ft tall and 10000 pounds. The marks on his body color matched the blood the deer gave to the earth. He was as pale as snow, yet as intimidating as fire. He reached down, easily turning the deer over and examining the arrow you shot into its neck. His eyes glossed over yours. He just stared.

It’s not that you where weak….you can hold a damn good fight…but with him? No! He would destroy you, you felt like you where crumbling just by his gaze. “I shot it first!”STUPID. Why is that the first thing you think of!!! “Not very Well…” his voice seemed to boom in the silence of the forest. A murder of crows squawked loudly as they flew from various tree branches. Even they where afraid.

“Excuse you,” Putting on your mother face, you where almost gonna lecture him. Letting out a sigh, you spoke again “I have a kid…even if that means half- or even less then half, I’ll take it. You can have the rest!” Your eyes went soft, it was getting hard finding deers and other sorts of animal large enough to feed you and your daughter recently. You couldn’t just let her starve.

“Hmmm”

What? Does he only fucking respond with grunts and moans? Who is this man and why is he built like a Greek statue. Taking slow steps, you step over the blood,  cautiously. You had thrown your arrow in your satchel and slung the bow across your chest. It was a pretty bow, just like you, reader <3 (breaking the fourth wall, my bad)

He kneeled down, took his knife and stabbed the deer in the side of its stomach.

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Slugging half a deer over your shoulder wasn��t as bad as you thought. Being able to have half -of what you rightfully shot- made you a little excited. A little pep in your step, you knocked 3 times on your door and waited. No answer. Smiling proudly, you knocked 4 times and a good second later, the door slowly opened and just below the handle, a little girl stood.

“Mama!” Pulling her body from behind the door, she ran out to hug your legs. “Go inside, honey, this deer is heavy” nodding her head quickly, she ran inside and pulled the door fully open. Hitting the snow off your boots, you dropped the deer by the door on a cloth sheet.

You rushed to wash your hands as quick as you could, you wouldn’t want to stain the poor girl with the deers blood. Swooping around, you picked your five year old up and swarmed her face with kisses. “MY LITTLE BABYYY” you cooed loudly, “Mama’s so proud of you, you’ve been listening so well to me”

Your daughter let out of a cheery laugh, smile capturing her entire face. She always smiled like her father…

“Where’s the deers legs, mama?” She pointed over at the animal after you placed her down on her feet. “Baby…I met the strangest man…”

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You didn’t think you’d meet him again, Really. Well without the boy who took you to him, you wouldn’t have seen him ever again. Ever.

“You saved my life…thank you” Atreus, was his so called name. He stepped on some thin ice and WAS going to fall to his death before you swooped down and caught his wrist.

He had taken you back to his father, wanting to thank you with some stew from a deer he was supposed to hunt and take back.

I mean, he got the hunting part easily done. The taking it back to his home? Not that easy.

His dad seemed a little weary at first, mad even. You understood it though, who just takes a stranger to their home to have some dinner after saving their life. Even women can be dangerous.

He was mad until:

“Oh my head! Is that you? Y/N? Oh my, I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Mimir?…MIMIR! By the gods- what happened to you-? Where is your…” your eyes trailed down to the head on a pillow, he had no body…infact…he barely had a neck.

“Body…” you mumbled the last part…probably a sensitive topic. “Oh…about that..” he seemed to snicker awkwardly, if he could rub the back of his neck, he would.

“Did Odin finally betray you?” You questioned, cautiously stepping up to rub at his horns. “Oh I miss your hands. If only we could dance again” he smiled up at you.

“And yes…yes he did. Speaking of Odin…I apologize, Y/N…for choosing him over our friendship.” His eyes trailed over to the big guy. “Kratos, don’t be afraid, it’s just Y/N…an old friend”

“I am not afraid.”

Kratos huh….he’s handsome. Super handsome. The downwards tilt of his nose was enticing. The way his traps and biceps where built….it was incredible. Not only that, but he had amazing boobs- I mean pecs. He had amazing pecs. His thighs where huge, almost like they could squeeze a mountain between them. Or maybe me- STOP. No horny thoughts.

“Hi…I’m Y/N” you offered your hand, back perched up proudly. “Do you remember me? We both shot that deer and we split it in half. Well I mean you! You split it in half; with a very small knife in fact- it was impressive actually, I couldn’t have-“

“I do remember you.”

“Ok…”

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You never thought you’d spend that much time with them.

“MORE MORE! ATREUS MORE!” You daughter  squealed, arms Infront of her while Atreus flew her through the air like an eagle. He ran around the cabin, laughing and smiling along with her.

You didn’t think you’d get that close.

“Hey! You be nicer to your father! He is trying his best to raise you into a better person! Now you go apologize and hug him. NOW!”

You didn’t think you could put on this motherly act and become one for Atreus. He listened to you. Kratos was grateful for it, thanking you in his own special way.

“Ugh i Love the ribs. I feel so special when you give them to me” you smiled, taking a bite of the deer meat.

He would often bring you gifts as thank you. He found a cool little trinket? It’s all for you now. A poem book? It’s for you to read to your daughter.

The best part? Atreus started referring to your daughter as his sister. At first it was a slip up, but when he seen your reaction only being filled with love, he really started referring to her as his little sister.

“You’re the Best Big brother ever!” She would coo at him, sitting on his lap while he would braid her hair. “And you’re the cutest little sister ever.”

He would make her the cutest toys and little pieces of clothing. He was crafty and liked to draw, and she liked to sit by him and watch. If he got into an argument with his dad, he would sit and cuddle her to relax, of course, she would scold him to go apologize. Yes, he listens to her.

It was your little family. Mimir and Kratos as the fathers. Atreus and Y/D/N as the kids. You? The scary mother that everyone cowered under….and loved. Dearly and Truly.

“Ugh look at us! Look at our family” Y/N laughed, eyes trailing over a picture that Atreus drew, “our little family. Well- Kratos isn’t so little-“

A gentle laugh was heard from Mimir. “He’s big. Like a bear.”

“Shut up.”

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[deadvilesworld]

The sad thing about Odin when it comes to his kids is that he can be better. Rewatch the cutscenes between Odin and Atreus. Look at how fatherly and open he was with him and how coldly Odin dismisses his children like they were nothing to him. If anything this tells me that Odin has the ability to be a good or at the very least a decent father to his children. He just chooses not to.

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[bewitchedleague]

Kratos, Thor and Odin realizing their feelings for you.

a/n; we start with the first time they, oh so sadly, realized they loved you. sometimes... a God loving someone is nothing but a curse for them.

Kratos

    Kratos would first have no idea of his own emotions. Brushing it off simply because you were traveling with him and Atreus cared for you, which led to him also caring for you. The moment he saw you become hurt for the first time, when he realized you had to rest, and when he felt his heart constrict at the prospect of losing you, he realized what was happening. No, this is not possible. He would be bewildered by his emotions. There was no time in Kratos' life for romance or temptations because he had left that life behind and he would not give in to any desires. He also had to take care of his kid. However, watching you faintly grin at him and advise him to part ways so you wouldn't slow them down on their exploration let him forget all of his fears. It was just... an act of compassion to thank you for everything you'd done for him and his son. He couldn't, wouldn't, leave you to take care of yourself if you were hurt and alone. While out hunting, Atreus would casually touch the matter with his father, shyly expressing his admiration for you as a mother and as a person. Kratos would nod slowly, being careful not to say how he really felt for you, much to Atreus' displeasure. How could he learn to open his heart to love once more when all he allowed himself to indulge in was a gentle touch on your cheek while you were asleep?

Thor

    There must be a joke here. Thor noted that he could feel his own body betray him when you complimented him, sending blood racing to his cheeks and his heart skipping a beat. In order for you to not notice any changes in his attitude, he made sure to maintain his composure and turned his face away from you. However, his atypical thank you, which he murmured very softly and almost in a whisper, revealed his entire play. He would overanalyze the scenario and conclude that you couldn't possibly be able to love someone as similar to him. He would even deceive himself into believing that you were merely being friendly if you ever flirted with him. If he told you "good job on your mission," wouldn't it appear like he was attempting to persuade you into a relationship? He is continuously on edge whenever he sees you and is wary of saying or doing anything that might put you on edge because of his new, developing affections. Wouldn't it appear as though he was attempting to seduce you if he complemented your appearance? To name a few of his thoughts in those circumstances. Little does he realize how much you genuinely adore him; he gives you a yearning glance from a distance and apologizes right away if you ever catch him gazing.

Odin

     Odin experienced fear for the first time in a very long time when he first understood he was in love with you. He despised the unexpected, thus he didn't want this emotion to start developing within of him. He avoided you for a long time, sending you on pointless missions to keep you away from him in the hopes that whatever feelings he had for you would eventually fade away. Persistent feeling, he cursed at himself. Although he could blame you, he didn't want you to face any consequences for what was clearly his responsibility. He wished he had someone to blame other than himself. Odin just couldn't help himself, your personality shined for him, you were like a oasis he had been waiting for all his deserted life - a breath of fresh air. He'd be damned if anyone found out about this, even so when he had so many enemies that were way more powerful than you. The thought would make him uneasy leading to a lack of sleep, making him even more frustrated with himself - how could he fall in love with you? He'd be living a torment inside his head, a conflicting fight between wanting to make you his and protect you from all or letting you go so you had no ties with a God like him. Would you grow apart if you knew he'd choose to be selfish and pursue you?

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Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

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