A collection of various possible demigod powers for Blitzen I've thought of over the years and want to put out in the world for the rest of the fandom to do whatever they will with
Charm speak. Very obvious love god/goddess power, influencing people with his voice. However rather than being able to control people I imagine it more like a dnd bard casting vicious mockery. He tells a giant "your shirt is ugly" and they spontaneous burst into flames lol
Kitty powers. Also obvious, something to do with cats. Can turn into a cat, can speak to cats or get them to do something for him ect. Maybe not great in battle but pretty useful for information gathering, stealth, things like that
Magical booster. This one's based off Freya being the goddess of magic and witchcraft. Rather than a power Blitzen can tap into himself, this power makes his friends' magic stronger when he's around. Especially strong if they're touching. (For extra chaos this could also amplify magic in general, including monsters and enemies)
Golden touch. Freya is also a goddess of gold, so perhaps something that allows him to turn things/people into solid gold. Either by touch or perhaps crying golden tears?
Life drain. Freya is also a goddess of death and war, so maybe something that mirrors Magnus' healing powers but in reverse. Like the Pokemon move giga drain just draining enemies of their life force. Lots of possibilities for interesting aus there
Necro-meow-cy. Continuing on with the death aspect summoning the undead is always a cool power. Expect I can't shake the idea of him only being able to summon undead felines. A zombie sabertooth tiger would be pretty fucking cool
I'll probably think of more later and add them on. Feel free to add some yourselves too
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*Drops w.i.p of the next chapter of the Trials of Loki AU here*
Whoops
[Chapter one here for anyone interested]
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I woke up in a really soft bed with a sword over my head, an elf pointing runes at me menacingly, one of my spawn scowling at me, and a dwarf pointing a harpoon at my face.
So basically a typical Saturday morning for me.
"Good morning," I said casually, gently pushing the harpoon away from my face with the tip of my finger. "Or is it evening? How long have I been out? And get that out of my face, please."
"I thought you were in the walnut!" Alex yelled accusingly, as if it was my fault I wasn't in a walnut. Why would I even be in a walnut?
"Don't point at me, Alex; it's rude. And, can't a mother just want to spend quality time with their favourite daughter or son?"
Alex was, in fact, not my favourite daughter or son, living or dead, but Alex did not need to know that.
"Quality time? You tried to kill us!" Alex snapped. "And it's son today, mom."
He said Mom like a swear.
"Oh, build a bridge, son! You're already dead!" I snapped back, saying son the same way he said mom. Which, looking back, was probably not the right thing to do or say in that situation.
"Señor, permission to stab him?" Magnus's sword, Sumarbrander—or Jack, as he prefers—asked above my head.
"Yes," Alex said.
The elf signed, "Yes."
"Please do." The dwarf agreed.
"Not yet," Magnus said.
I crossed my arms before uncrossing them because, ouch, my ribs were still broken. "I claim guest rights."
See, guest rights and host rights are very important to Norse demigods (and most Jotun and gods, too). Long story short, they can't express the intent to harm me unless I try to kill them first, and vice versa. Because it's considered rude.
Of course, I'm not most Jotun. I'm not considered a god anymore, also I don't really care about rudeness. So, if the roles were reversed, I'd kill them in a heartbeat.
But they don't need to know that.
"That's bullshit!" Alex yelled, "He'll stab us in the back the moment we take our eyes off him!"
"Sorry, dude, that's the rules," Jack said, flying to his master's side. "He has to admit his intent first." If he had shoulders, he probably would have shrugged.
"Thank you, Jack; I'm glad someone around here is polite," I said. "Now, I will tell you why I'm here—" My ribs gave a sickening crunch as I tried to sit up. I whimpered, hoping that'd garner me some sympathy.
Of course, they (Alex, especially) were heartless and just stared at me, waiting for my explanation.
I glared at them, "What? Not even gonna offer to heal me?"
They stared at me in silence.
"Fine," I grumbled, realizing I wasn't going to get any help from them. "I'll just sit here in agony while I explain."
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Getting back into the Magnus Chase books means that I get to remember the absolute beauty of Blitz and Hearth. Two lovely men who are rejected by their families for being different.
Blitzen is a brilliant artist who cannot survive in the sunlight, whereas Hearthstone is a talented rune mage who can’t survive in darkness. And yet, they are inseparable.
Hearth is known for not showing a significant amount of emotion, yet any time Blitz shows up after being separated from him, Hearth practically launches himself at the dwarf.
Blitz is unendingly protective over Hearth; always there to catch him when he feints, never missing a chance to defend the elf’s abilities.
They’re casually and non sexually intimate all the time. Whether they are queer platonic, romantic, or a secret third thing, they’re absolutely devoted to one another.
And I think that’s beautiful.
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