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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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heimdall being unserious for exactly two minutes and fifty-one seconds

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Sketch of the best boy cuz im obsessed with the new game

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Loving the Sunlight•.*

Last Part: Here

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Meeting Heimdall and what’s in store for your stay at Asgard.

Part Two

Tvier

"Odin!"

You yelled towards the ceiling, hoping for some answer. The smoke that slithered around the hut entering your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating. The fire snaked its way through the cracks of the wooden door and the smoke engulfed the air. It felt as if the fire was in your lungs. Burning you inside and out.

You looked around in panic, trying to find a way out, anything to help you stay alive. Your eyes were set on the circular window above the door. Getting on your hands and knees you search for any object you could find. A rock, Weapon, Pan, anything.

Feeling the cool object beneath your hand, you grabbed it up. Feeling how heavy it was. It was the pestle from the table. The mortar was now knocked on its side and sat on the very edge of the table. Just on the brink of falling onto your head.

Gripping the pestle tightly, you stood up while covering your nose and mouth with your free hand. Looking at the light from the small window, you aimed and threw the grinding club with the rest of your strength. With success, The pestle crashed through the glass. The smoke using the freed window to escape.

Being able to breathe a bit easier, you leaned against the table. Holding up your weight and letting your head hang. The smoke in your lungs creating a barrier to your brain. You saw black dots interrupting your vision.

Or so you thought. Looking up, you saw wings surrounding you. The call of a raven now reaching your ears. The birds wrapped around you until all you saw was black.

The birds soon disappeared, leaving you in front of a rock wall. Hearing the sound of comotion behind you, You turned to see a small village. Wagons riding down a manmade trail, people walking down the trail with buckets weighing them down. Behind the village laid a vast field of meadows. Some people were using a plow in the midst of it. The sun glistened behind the wide mountain range just enough for you to see everything. The sun creating a golden effect on the village.

Looking down at your hands in disbelief, The ashes covering your hands, The blisters that covered your arms. This was a different situation in the matter of seconds. The cool air slicing at your wounds.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

A young boy interrupted your train of thoughts. Waving his hand in front of your face, Sharing a concerned expression for you. In his other hand he held a mug full of water, holding it out to you once he got your attention.

"I am Skjoldr, You are?"

The boy handed you the mug, awaiting your response.

He seemed to be in his late teens. Blonde, shaggy hair touched the nape of his neck. His brown eyes filled with worry.

"_____" You said. The scratch in your throat causing your voice to break. Which only seemed to worry the boy more.

He nodded and carefully took the mug from you, turning his head to look at the passersby, he waved one of them down to fetch water and a rag.

"Alright well let's make sure you are okay. Sit down, alright?"

His voice wavered, talking with such panic filling his voice. He grabbed your hands gently and helped you sit down on the side of the road. Making sure you drank all the water from the mug. He smiled at you and asked, "How did you get here?"

"Odin told me to call for him." That was all you could manage to get out. Your voice weak from the smoke. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't a Mortal." You thought.

The Blonde headed boy looked at you with wide eyes, His mouth going agape. "The Odin?" His tone turning serious and low. Looking around to make sure no one heard.

Your brows furrowed, Looking over at him you slowly nodded.

"Then you have to get up there! He must be waiting." He let out a small laugh, Waving his hand to the wall.

"How?" You questioned him, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"Climb"

He quickly grabbed the bucket and rag from the stranger, replying with a quick 'Thank you'. Turning his head back towards you, dipping the rag into the water and handing it to you.

You took the rag from him, cleaning your arms and face, Thinking through what he said. "That doesn't make sense. I will die before I get up there." You said in a monotone voice. The cool water on your arms creating goosebumps. The blisters a little less painful than they were before. Cleaning off your face was far from easy without a reflection of some kind.

"There are different points on the wall that have been dug out. You should be able to take breaks when you need to." He said cheerfully. Once you were done cleaning the ash off your skin he took the rag from you. Submerging the rag into the water and ringing it out once again.

You nodded and started to stand up. You looked around with a confused look. With that the boy laughed and stood up as well. He waved his hand for you to follow him and you complied.

On the way, he made small talk with you. Asking you why you were in Asgard, What you did in Midgard, etcetera. Then for a moment you both enjoyed the view on the bridge. Watching the sun creep behind the mountain range. The golden light illuminating the mountains. With the sun setting, you both decided to hurry to the wall.

"Just be careful! A fall from there would-"

"Yeah yeah I know!" You cut him off with a huff.

You heard a stifled laugh from below. You could feel his eyes on you as you struggled to climb the wall.

After climbing halfway, Skjoldr had left to go back home. The sun had already set. The only light that you had left was the light behind the wall. It only illuminated the top of the wall. You struggled finding the next socket to set your hands and feet. The next ledge was only a few feet above you. You just had to make it there.

Grunting, You pulled yourself up using your upper body strength. Trying to place your foot onto a ledge to lift yourself up more. You are only an arms length away from the ledge.

"Come on.."

You muttered to yourself. Finally finding a place to put your foot, You lifted yourself up more and grabbed onto the ledge. Using the rest of your strength you pulled yourself up onto the ledge.

Once you finally got onto the ledge you sighed and laid on your back. Taking deep breaths in and out, you stared at the sky. The stars seemed brighter here than they are in Midgard. The stars clustered together, creating a blank space in between them. The multicolored stars mixed together, creating unknown beauty.

The sight itself made you exhausted, after everything that's happened today. You definitely deserved a good amount of sleep. Your body and mind buzzed from exhaustion. As soon as it started to settle in, you gave in and let your mind rest.

As soon as you woke up in the morning, you started your climb again. Being so close to the top of the wall made you determined to finish. Even though your arms were scattered in blisters and scrapes from the events yesterday. You didn't let a little blood stop you from getting into Asgard. Okay, maybe more than just a little. The near death experience you had when you started climbing again left you more banged up than you would like to admit. Being still groggy from sleep you had to jump to get to the next ledge. The wall peering over where you were. You knew you could make it, the amount of times you climbed trees and walls hunting in midgard? This was a piece of cake. Taking deep breaths, You pull yourself back a bit to get leverage. Doing so you lost your footing. Fortunately, you grabbed onto the outward ledge and wrapped your legs around what you could. Doing so though, Your footing made you hit the edge of a sharp rock. Right on your cheek, causing a deep slash to form and blood to trickle.

The blood continued to trickle down your cheek. Leaving you to wipe it off on your hand multiple times on your journey. Your hand now covered in dried blood. You weren't far from the top of the wall now. Just one more jump up and you would have made it.

Would Have.

Before you knew it, you lost your footing halfway, you made it halfway into your jump before you started grabbing for anything to hold you.

A hand gripped onto your forearm, the armor that coated the stranger's forearm rubbing against the wounds on your arm. You hissed in pain and looked down, the fall would absolutely kill you. Better to be hurt than dead. You looked up at the stranger.

Immediately you were met with bright, violet eyes. Staring straight through you. His expression changed and he sighed, an apple in his free hand. He gave you huff and a masked smile.

"What part of the enormous wall made you think, "Oh, visitors must be welcome,"?' ' He questioned you with an annoyed tone.

In response you said nothing. Your voice had caught in your throat. The pain was now hitting you like a ton of bricks.

"Nothing? Really? Maybe I should just drop you."

You shook your head vigorously, grabbing onto his arm with your other hand. You stuttered out "Odin... sent for me"

He looked at you questionably and let out a "hah!"

"Now what would he want with you?"

"I am Freya's Apprentice." You said quickly, making sure not to show emotion. You didn't want him to know how deathly afraid you were of this situation. He could drop you at any second.

You knew who he was now. Heimdall. The Aesir God of Foresight. Who knows what people are thinking. And most important, Odin's Lap dog. Freya told you stories of how much she hated him. How he would constantly antagonize her. She explained how his eyes were the only thing that made him stand out among everyone.

"So this is the asshole himself. Nice" You thought. Knowing he would react in some way.

His brows furrowed and he reluctantly pulled you up. He said nothing after the fact, just gestured you to follow him down the lift and walked you through Asgard. Weird. You expected him to be an asshole to you. As you walked you looked around the village. It wasn't what you expected it to be. There wasn't much gold. The palace in your head didn't include logs and a village.

"Yes, well your tiny little brain couldn't understand it even if you wanted to." He chuckled at his own remark.

If he wasn’t Odin’s favorite, you would have smacked him.

You two walked towards a Big Lodge. The large logs are what caught your attention. The size of this compared to everything else told you it held significance. Must have been a tree from a different realm.

He opened the door and led you through the many hallways until he came up to double doors that towered over the both of you. He knocked until you heard a muffled "Come in!"

Opening the door he walked down the steps. Odin stood hunched over one of his tables, flipping through a book and skimming over the small printed words.

"Ah! I see you finally listened to me about not dropping people off the wall!" His voice was cheerful but you could tell that was a stab to his bifrost-eyed son. He turned around to look at the both of you. In the corner of your eyes you could see Heimdall straighten his posture. Making sure the All-father did not see his nervousness. Why was he so tense? Did he have a stick in his ass?

"I'm glad you accepted my call. And I told you I was right, didn't I?" He tapped his temple and gave you a light smile. Walking closer to you, he grabbed your shoulders and examined your arms.

"My, My... Son, Go get Sif and tell her to bring bandages and stuff for burns. And hurry! We do not need our guest of Honor to be sick!" He waved off Heimdall and he immediately nodded and left the room in a hurry. Odin hummed and inspected your wounds closer. He then glanced up and saw the one on your cheek and grimaced.

"Had quite the time, I see. Don't worry, Sif will be here to help you get cleaned up soon.”

While Odin comforted you and your wounds, Heimdall was battling several thoughts in his head.

Why does the All-Father want them? He knows they will just betray him. Why did he keep them alive? What is their significance to him? They’re Useless!

His head hurt from all the questions. His father told him he would expect a visitor soon but not someone as frail and untrustworthy as them. When he searched through their mind all he could find was things that led to more questions? Who were they really? Did they know he could read minds? That he was the God of Foresight? Is that why he couldn't see any evil intent towards the All-father?

His head swarmed with thoughts as he reached Sif’s Door. He knocked and heard the loud and unstable footsteps of his brother getting closer to the door. Thor cracked the door just to peek his head out the door, Looking down he saw his younger brother and snarled his lip. Just as he was about to slam the door, Heimdall spoke:

“Uh-uh! The All-Father requires Sif now. It's not like I would come here willingly, brother. You think I want to see your miserable state?” He bit back at his brother's harsh actions. He held an unwavering grin on his face as Thor called for his wife. And with that, He turned and went back to where the All-Father was talking to his Visitor. Hearing him laugh and talk with the outsider pissed him off. His grin was wiped off his face as he knocked and entered the door after being granted access.

He bowed his head in acknowledgement to the All-Father and stood to the side as he continued to talk to the Outsider. He listened in on what they began saying about themself.

“I tried to help but she left me and as soon as she did the Hut was on fire. I-” They sighed and looked down at their heads resting in their lap “I didn't know who else to call. I don't know what you would like for me to do here but-”

“They are staying here?” Heimdall raised his voice a little too loudly. Earning a glare from the All-Father that made him shut his mouth.

“Yes. They will be a great help, considering they learned all their tricks from Frigg.” His voice was monotone as he spoke. He stared at Heimdall which Heimdall could barely meet his one-eyed gaze. Soon he turned his head and gave a light smile as Sif walked into the room.

“You can help in many ways. Might also have to teach that one some manners.” He leaned his hands on the table in front of him and tilted his head in the direction of Heimdall.

Soon enough he let Sif take over and clean your wounds. Making sure the bandages were not too tight. She made small talk with them and asked Odin politely why he let a mortal in Asgard. He replied with the same thing he told his son. She nodded her head and continued the small talk. She gave a light smile here and there which made them feel welcomed. Except for the glare she was getting from the man that leaned against the pillar. His purple eyes piercing through them made them shift uncomfortably.

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tugoslovenka · 4 months

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#i rly hate how they didnt line any of this up BUT - very hot #kratos #god of war valhalla #god of war ragnarok #gow: valhalla #gow: ragnarok #gowedit #gow: valhalla spoilers #myedits

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alines · 1 year

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Rafael Grassetti, God of War: Ragnarök’s Art Director, discussing the wolf and bear symbolism used with Kratos and Atreus.

#the entire video is 3 hours long and it was an AMAZING interview #rafael is so nice and he put so much into this project #AND HE’S BRAZILIAN SO 🇧🇷🫶🇧🇷 the nation’s pride if you ask me.#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow ragnarok #gow: ragnarok #kratos #atreus #mine

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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pick one pick fav.

heimdall x reader, & kratos x reader

× explanation: so, today (or tomorrow I don't know when I published this) is my birthday and I wanted to make a little and special thing for it. I created this little game in which anons picked characters and an option from three (headcanon, icon/wallpaper, and imagine) for me to write or edit and three of them were about god of war characters; heimdall and kratos. so, here we are! please enjoy!

|| heimdall

warning!: mature content. do not read if you are a minor! touching, pet names, sub!heimdall vibes, heimdall being a lapdog, bossy!reader, explicit language.

note: I saw an art of heimdall, him having a necklace that has lapdog name on it, and I imagined how a goddess would have that necklace. so that art is my inspiration for this image. thanks to its owner! and why the air become so hotter - oh, right - because of this imagination ^^

imagine...

• odin wants you to give him a protection from dangers such as specific figures like freya, and mimir. you, as a powerful goddess, decided not to help him because of thinking his motives weren't enough to make you give him a special protection. however, this deal changed when he saw how your eyes traveled the asgard's one of the biggest garden but stopped where heimdall stood. he was sitting on a beast with his one leg hanging out from one side and other one resting on the beast, giving a cocky posture even from this distant. he was making some jokes about how einherjars couldn't fight good, telling them how they weren't ready to get odin's bless, gaining power of bifrost. odin saw how you studied his right hand man, son. you were liking heimdall. odin was a wise god and from the shiny starts in your eyes, he could tell how you wanted to give heimdall a good punishment. odin could give you warning about it, not allowing you to think like this about his son, right hand man but he didn't. instead, he gave you a smile, saying he can give you heimdall as company for a month if you accept the deal.

• you firstly try to look like you had no idea about it at all but itching to give this cocky son of odin makes you to accept his offer after a long time of pause, thinking it's consequences; taking heimdall will give you just pure satisfaction, nothing else. but this one was an enough to take the offer. so, you said yes eventually, going back to your realm and castle with your all glory, waiting odin to send heimdall.

• the moment he visited the realm, you could see that he wasn't happy, not in slightest. he was so mad, he was feeling so humiliated. being lapdog of odin made him to do every order he give. this one might be the most humiliated one he got, being your own toy to play. you had no bad intentions, well, not that much. you just wanted to know his place, not looking others from above.

• as he made his way to your personal study room, still looking so angry, he said, "who do you think you are sunshine? and what made you think I will be your toy for a month? I am heimdall, I am the protector of -", not letting him finish his sentence you say, "and when did I give you permission to speak, heimdall?".

• and this was the start of your relationship with him; him being cocky and angry because of your attitude to him, and you enjoying every time you are with him.

• in the beginning, you two didn't get along at all. he was feeling so humiliated to being your now right hand man because even if he was like your right hand man, you wanted him to do a little thing. instead giving him jobs, you just had spent time with him, looking at his eyes, making him to feel hot (yes, this couldn't escape from the sight of you. how it could? his pink cheeks were there, looking so cute). also, with time, he has began to feel more secure around you, like he was enjoying this whole thing too. he wasn't giving opposite statements to your wishes. he began to listen you more and more with time.

• wishes, you wanted him to do, were simple. sometimes your wish was taking a massage, making him touch your body. he felt so shy firstly, then, he began to do that with his own wanting. sometimes you just wanted him to tell stories about other realms, the things he saw, the things he heard. you listened all of them with intense love because you enjoyed hearing his voice.

• apart from his cocky behavior, he was really a broken soul. the first time you asked him to open up his memories to you, telling what he likes or dislikes, what a person he really is, he looked like you were an enemy, taking advantage of his memories to attack odin or him. however, he knew it wasn't right, he could see your intentions. then, with using his brain as you recommended again and again, he realized you just wanted his company.

• yes, in the first place your all purpose of wanting him was to show how arrogant and annoying he was. you wanted to show him how someone powerful than him could make him a lapdog, someone who would make him feel humiliated the way how he did for others. and yes, you did those well. every day, and every night, you joked about his disability in fighting, thinking and acting. you showed him how he needed a well training for both his strength and personality.

• in the end, this whole thing turned out to be something he enjoyed too. he began to train. he really began to train; firstly, with a hidden way, not wanting you to feel proud of your jokes. then, he began to train with you. every time you trained, there was something intense about it. the fight was normal, just a training but the feelings were odd. you both began to feel intensity again and again. and in the last training, the one you two stayed in a special training room all alone with some swords and other supplies, you sat down on his abdomen, him being on the ground, a sword's surface right on his neck from left to right, alerting him to hold your hand on the sword to prevent it to cut his flesh. on the other hand, you just looked at him.

• you looked at him for a really long time and he began to wonder what you were thinking. and then, when he looked into your eyes, reaching your soul from there, he saw it. he saw what you wanted to do to him and - and he liked it. he wanted it. he wanted you to make him those things, without questioning anything at all because his body already began to act on its own.

• the moment he moved his hips, you felt his hardened cock on your clothed core, making you begin to taking rapid breaths, feeling so shocked, you said, "what are you doing?"

• he smirked, looking a little shy but confident at the same time. his purple eyes were moving too fast to make you feel dizzy. "isn't this what you want sunshine?"

• as you realized what he was talking about, it was your turn to smirk, "indeed, it is. but is it what you want, sunshine?" mocking him made his cock twitch. he hesitated for a second but then, he just nodded in agreement.

• after that, remaining time you had with heimdall began to flow so fast. it wasn't just joking with him around. he was taking a special place in your heart, soul and body. especially, body. because of being a powerful goddess, you wanted him to beg you. and indeed, he did. in so many nights he was nearly begging to you, wanting you to allow him to eat you, filling you, and fucking you. he wasn't submissive at all, to his statement, he was just feeling so hot when you were in charge to allow him things he wanted to do to you.

• with a great passion, you allowed him to do them but sometimes you just played with him, saying, "tell me heimdall, do you deserve it?" touching his delicate face, playing with his hair while he was kneeling in front of you with shining purple eyes, ready to eat your pussy, making you come to his face and mouth, licking every bit of it, you looked wonderful to him. he would nod every time, saying you how he would eat you so good that you would see starts. and every time, he made those promises come true.

• he was touching every part of your body within your soul. he was being humiliated still, but this time, you were allowing him to enter your bed. and he was feeling so good about the whole situation. he didn't know how you made him feel these things but he didn't complain. he just waited there, for your answer, for you letting him.

• other people from realm didn't know anything about your relationship with heimdall, not even all father. it was a secret, everything you did was a secret for you to hold for an eternity.

• heimdall, he was the only one who was giving you so much pleasure in or out bed. especially in bed. he was skilled, he was good a reading you, and with his mind reading ability, he could see what you wanted him to do.

• placing his head between your thighs, eating your pussy, looking at you with his purple eyes to see how you enjoyed it, enjoyed his tongue and fingers. he loved how you held his hair, pulling it, telling him how a good and pretty boy he is. he loved every bit of it. then, he would drink juice, enjoying tasting you. he then would begin to beg you to enter, to fill that pussy of your, looking all wet because of only him. he would look above, your naught and bossy face, saying "please, let me."

• holding his necklace that you gave, pulling his face closer to yours, you would tell him to do better than this. asking him if he deserved it or not. he would begin to give reasons to you how you would feel so satisfied after you let him to go further.

• the moment you let him, he would really do things as he promised, fucking you against a wall, a bed or a table. listening every voice you made, doing every order your gave him to do, and finally when he is close, finding pure lust because of you. you would give him permission to cum inside you after his cries, "please - y/n," he would say, "let me. let me fill you!"

• you would caress his face, smiling, "then cum my pretty boy, fill me up."

• and with a moan, he would come.

• these intimacy moments were coming to an end, making you have these moments as much as possible, not wanting to waste any time.

• and then, the day he had to go back came. actually, you were feeling sad but happy at the same time. he was going back, yes, but from his eyes, you could see how he would come back to this realm, to you.

• so, you gave him a smile, kissing his lips for a moment. then, you held his necklace which was only visible to your eyes, pulling him closer, kneeling to his ears, "don't worry my pretty boy." you said in a low tone, only him to hear, "you will be on your knees again, begging to eat me."

• you could see how he wanted to stay but in the end, he left, looking back to you 'till disappearing from your sight. he only left you to come back again. and when he came back, you gave him a new necklace which had 'my pretty boy' name on it.

|| kratos [1]

warnings!: fluff, lots of fluff. Between gow: 4 and ragnarok.

note: he needs so much love.

imagine...

· you are the only one who can calm down kratos.

· kratos, famous god of war, can get angry or mad so easily. everything can irritate him. especially his son, atreus. mimir, also, make him annoyed because of his silly jokes.

· being beloved lover of him, you are the one responsible for calming this huge masculine god in order to help mimir and atreus escape from his rage, and helping kratos to feel secure.

· he normally doesn’t show his anger that much. he doesn’t go to your place, wants you to take care of him. Instead telling you he is angry or mad, he just go hunting. and when he does that, you, the one who trully understand him and share a bond with him, go to where he is hunting, waiting for him to notice you and acknowledge your presence. then, without saying anything, he just nods at you. getting the gesture of nods’ meaning, you walk towards him, finding a clear ground to sit on. then, you wait for him to sit beside you.

· no, he is not a type of showing any need for affection but you knew from the heart that he needs it, he deserves it. he deserves all love and affection. the man has a great pain under his skin and you promised to yourself that you will give him what he deserves.

· after sitting side by side, you begin to touch his strong arm, pointing him your legs in the fetal position for him to put his head on. slowly, he put his head on your not too powerful but not too weak legs, not giving his entire weight on them. he allow you to touch his face, his chest, his arms; whatever you like to touch, to make him feel calmer and better. while touching his skin, gracefully like a drizzle gently coursing through the body, you begin to murmur a traditional tale from your realm; a tale that has a powerful but broken man like kratos. you tell him the story, how the man find true peace and love in the end. you make him close his eyes as you murmur the tale and touching his body from head to abdomen slowly, delicately.

· he then opens his eyes to see your face full with beauty he didn’t see in entire realms (including his past ones). he looks so peaceful, because he really feels peace thanks to your presence. then, finally, he touches your face with a hand with the warmest and safest skin in the world, even though it's full of roughness and cold. he caresses your hair, kisses shoulder, then neck, then every corner of your face, making you question if the man is god of war or love. for you, he is both.

· finally, after your long moment of calming down and finding peace within love in each other’s company, he stand ups, offering his larger hand to you, helping you to stand up too. he wants to walk with you, finding it joyful to discover the realms beside your side. feeling safe and happy to be in his side, you take his offer with pleasure.

· while discovering the realm, he makes sure no danger will come closer to you. he knows how you can keep yourself safe but when he is around, when he is with you, you don’t need to think about it at all. he wants you to think about only him. he likes being your the only one in entire realms even if he will not say it aloud.

· he gives you his back to climb higher points, he gives you fresh food and water, he gives you so many gazes from corner of his eyes or evidently with a great love on them, making you feel the luckiest person of all realms. he gives you his heart and soul. in return, he doesn’t want anything but you – you give him everything. because he deserves all of it.

· as you make your way to home, where atreus and mimir stays, you both feel grateful. you both feel being loved entirely, with pure intentions. and this is why you love being kratos’ calming potion.

|| kratos [2]

warnings!: fluff, angst (a little bit), odin being a manipulator, mortal!reader, protective!kratos

headcanon

• odin, all father, and enemy of kratos, wants to take you from him by using his manipulation techniques. he tries it over and over again, making kratos take an action about it.

• you are a mortal, but because of being weakness spot of kratos in odin’s eyes, you become the target of his plan. however, you are not kratos’ weakness at all, you are his strength. he trusts you. he gains power thanks to your trust in him too.

• when odin visits you again, expecting you to wash clothes in a lake, he just sees kratos’ himself, standing right in front of you with his huge body, preventing odin to see you at all.

• you don’t mind them, letting kratos having his way to deal with odin. having no intentions betray kratos or make him disappointed, you refuse odin’s heart warming and good deals, not wanting to be part of this whole situation. you just want to protect atreus and kratos even if you has no power because of being a mortal.

• kratos let odin speak first while you wash fruits and vegetables in clean water of the lake to prepare a dinner for kratos, atreus, mimir and yourself.

• “oh, kratos!” odin says, acting like he is happy to see kratos, “how good to see you!”

• kratos just ‘hmm’s like always and you find it cute, trying not to smile to him.

• odin continues, “I just wanted to speak young lady here, as a friend.” he looks at you. you don’t look him back, you just pick food and stand up. saying you will go and prepare dinner to kratos, you leave them alone. Knowing very well that kratos will not want you to hear what he will say to odin, you decide to give him alone moment with odin. while leaving, you look at odin who waits for you to leave as well, wishing it will be the last time seeing his face.

• the moment you leave them, kratos says, “leave her alone.”

• odin looks taken back from it, touching his chest like kratos said something so mean, “no, no, kratos. I have no bad intentions. I am just here to give this young lady a friendly visit as I said before. can she not have a friend other than you?”

• kratos keeps his calm, “you are not a friend of her. I will not repeat myself.”

• “well, you see,” odin tries to say but kratos now increasing anger stops him to speak any further, “I said what I said.”

• kratos then picks up woods he cut for the fire, positioning it on his left shoulder, he begin to leave odin alone, not glancing him once more. he believes he said enough but no, odin doesn’t agree.

• “a mortal?” he asks, “do you really think a god and a mortal can be a – thing?”

• kratos knows him well enough to see how he tries to manipulate him, using your limited time to play with his mind, holding his biggest pain in the light, right in front of his eyes.

• “believing this bond you share will not last will bring you pain kratos.” he says again, walking closer to kratos, while one of the ravens he has lands on his shoulder, “she will die. maybe now, maybe later. but eventually, she will die, on your arms.” he adds, “I can fix that. I can give her an eternal life to spend it with you, kratos.”

• kratos is not angry. he is just feeling a great pain in his chest. he doesn’t want to leave you, he doesn’t want you to leave him. he is selfish yes, but he is in love, that’s all. he knows how odin says the truth. however, he will not give him any satisfaction. he will not accept his offer. he will not take your freedom from you even if he will feel so much pain.

• “then, I will spend my time with her rather than listening your non-sense.”

• after finishing his sentence, he leaves odin. as he makes his way to where you cook dinner, odin disappears by leaving raven’s flapping of wings’ sounds.

• when you see kratos, you don’t ask him what they talked, what odin said to him. you know how he will not tell and you respect that, so, you just let him put the wood a side, then, you hug him with your smaller body. your hands find their places on his neck, standing on tiptoe, you say, “it’s okay.” kissing his cheek, you left his body as his arms leave your waist slowly. you take his hand, “come,” you smile, “I prepared a beautiful dinner for you!”

• yes, one day, you will day. but in the rest of his life, kratos will remember the moments you had together over and over again. you will leave the world but not his soul.

thanks for reading! I hope you liked each of them. I don’t do headcanon or imagines that much but I hope I did well. ^^ thanks for your birthday messages too, you really make me so happy! have a good day and life. ^^

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