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jayden-killer · 6 months

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Unforeseeable incident.

(Loki x fem!reader).

summary: you agreed with your best friend Thor to come to Asgard, expecting you could take well the interdimentional voyage. Well, you didn't. And now you're stuck in a certain prince's bed...

warnings: none. This is a LOKI AU!! This takes place in an universe where Loki was never traumatised by Odin and the events of the first Thor movie don't happen!!!

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Hot.

What I felt on my skin was a suffocating heat that left me no time to breathe.

I could feel the drops of sweat on my forehead, and my breathing was straining as I regained consciousness. Until I opened my eyes with a startle. As if I were drowning in the open sea my lungs filled with all the air possible; I inhaled, I exhaled. I did it a second, then a third time, until my breathing settled. My first thought, looking around the room decorated with antique ornaments, illuminated by the light fire from the fireplace, was that it was certainly not on Earth. Had I been abducted? By aliens? Perhaps I sounded tempting for dinner.

Definitely.

All the thoughts in my head distracted me from the slender figure and well dressed in green and golden armor. The raven hair was well combed backwards. And those aquamarine eyes that reminded me of the salty expanse that I loved so much. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me awake.

"My apologies, young lady, I didn't mean to startle you" was his kind voice.

"I am.. where?" That’s all I could say in the throes of curiosity and fear. If I was kidnapped, I had to at least know the name of my kidnapper.

"I offer you my sincere apologies on behalf of Loki, God of Mischief, son of Odin, and Frigga, brother of Thor and future King of Asgard". He bent down at the bed foot, his face quite close to mine. I could see the delicate features of his face, his lips rosy and thin...

Wait a second. Asgard. Thor..

Oh.

Now my little neurons were connecting.

My hand hit my forehead hard, making the slap ring throughout the room. The raven-haired boy let out an amused laugh. "Your brother is an idiot if he thought I would survive the Bifrost trip," I said, rolling my eyes.

"My brother is many things. Among these, he do not have any sense". He smiled again. "Foolish brother..."

"Right.."

Sitting down, resting my head on the soft (royal) pillow, I still looked around the lost room. It was clear that Asgard, one of the worlds of the Nine Kingdoms, had just come out of a chapter of the ``Lord of the Rings``. Everything seemed so... medieval.

"Make me guess, Prince Loki..."

He raised a hand in dissent and laughed. "I do not approve of the use of real titles, I find them retrograde. We may also be a different people from you Midgardians, however..."

This time it was my turn to interrupt him. "Midgardians?"

"Ah, yes," he smiled. "Mortals. Humans. Earthlings. Which one do you prefer?"

"Every of them, as long as you don’t use earthlings. It looks like I'm talking to an alien." I shuddered at the idea and he couldn’t help but laugh. He moved to the edge of his large bed, standing beside me, while maintaining a distance between us. "I will never do it again, I swear to the gods."

"But you are a God," I pointed out.

"Ah, correct answer, but I am not a superior God."

My eyes shrunk into two small slits, confused. "Okay, go ahead."

"As I said, you mortals are not accustomed to the use of our means of transport. It was clear that you would not be able to pass out at the end of the journey. No wonder my bum-head brother didn’t show you the instructions".

Now I was more confused than before. "Are there any instructions on how to cross it?"

"We’re not barbarians!" he replied, offering me a mischievous smile from those who knew each other. Then he stood up, not looking away from mine. He kept his smile curved towards the corner of his cheek, turning the bed and walking towards the door. Meanwhile I remained on the bed, never breaking the visual contact between us. It was intense, a visual contact that implied that between us it would be a deep future connection.

"Your Asgardian clothes are resting on the chair at the bottom of the room," he said softly, keeping the gold-plated knob in his hand.

"I’m going to have a chat with my stupid brother. You, instead, take it easy, Midgardian."

I think he meant the change of clothes.

Before he could let me fight with my thoughts soft eyes turned towards my direction with a mixed look of curiosity and malice, saying with confidence: "I expect to see you take part in the annual welcome back ceremony of the eldest son tonight. Don’t be late, Odin doesn’t like to wait". With this, he closed the door behind him, and I swore on my life to hear him sniggering. I think it was the third or fourth time I turned to look at the room I was in, in a state of confusion. As much confusion when I wondered aloud if Thor, in another universe, had measured his boldness better.

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donaweasley · 2 years

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Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot:

When with the God of Mischief, even the laziest of mornings can become "engaging". (There's no plot, really; just a blurb with lots of fluff.)

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, steamy kiss!!

Note: The female character shown in the GIF does, in no way, reflect the appearance of the female character in the story. It's just that this kiss melts me into a puddle. 😍

Read time: ~5 mins

The cool Wind of the morning ran a soothing hand through everything it could reach, including the long off-white curtains of a somnolent room while the Sun yawned lazily, not far from the horizon, trying to infiltrate the sleeping room with its rays of warm, melted gold. In its attempt to penetrate the pale curtains, it lended the room a radiance that would have probably been envied by Odin’s own chamber.

One of the mischievous rays sneaked its way in, and successfully settled on Y/N’s closed eyelids, thus bringing her on the edge of her dreamscape. With a tiny protest in the back of her throat and with a loose knot of her brows, she opened her eyes, only to squint and shut them again. Almost reluctantly, she shifted her face so that the Sun’s ray slipped off her skin. Assured that her sleepy features won’t be barged by the shenanigans of the infant day, she opened her eyes again, slightly this time. And her gaze landed on what she thought was the most beautiful sight in the entire universe!

Still deep in his slumber, undisturbed yet by the new day, untouched by any dark claws of the sleeping mind, Loki glowed in the morning light like the god he was.

The god was lying on his belly with his tranquil features turned towards her. Her eyes travelled across his face, which was partly cradled, partly shadowed by his raven locks. Gingerly, she tucked a strand behind his ear. Nothing lay now between her worshipping stare and his ethereal features: eyelids closed as though protecting a precious dream, lips slightly parted and every contour radiating peace.

As her gaze followed the outlines of his face, neck and down his shoulder blades, she realised that her position barred the sight of the rest of this divine beauty.

Propping herself on an elbow, she admired him for a while, before sitting up to see him properly. Sleep was still lingering on her eyelids, and her body demanded more rest but there was something so magnetic about Loki that she’d happily give up her rest to be bound in his gorgeous spells.

Resting her back on the headboard, she watched him with wonder. The God of Mischief, sound asleep beside her, his porcelain back rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing.

"Mischief" - that's what the world called him. Indeed when he was awake, the sparkle in his eyes demanded both curiosity and caution. But his sleeping form now was so different! In his sleep, he looked so peaceful that even the cool moonlight would envy the serenity that he emitted.

A powerful God, one of the Sorcerer Supremes, a being so magical and strong that she could never fathom his magnitude, lay humbly beside her, trusting her with his life, with everything that was him.

She watched him float in a dreamscape, and wondered how she, an ordinary soul amongst zillion others in the universe, could have such an extraordinary fate that led her to spend her life in the warm embrace of this marvellous being.

“It is impolite to stare.”

The deep rumble of the trickster’s voice startled her before she burst into giggles.

“Do I need to remind you, darling?” Loki’s sleep-laden voice echoed again, accompanied by a sly smile this time.

“Well,” she tried to make herself sound serious but remnants of the laughter betrayed her, “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. Beauty needs to be admired every now and then.”

“Indeed, that is true,” with little effort, Loki turned on his back and shifted to lay his head on her thighs. With eyes that were still pulling him into dreamland, he stared up at her. “What a sight to admir-…”

Although he tried to be charming, the yawn that broke through him left him looking rather cute.

“Well, that was romantic,” she chuckled.

"I believe compensations are in order," Loki started pulling her neck gently downwards.

But she tried to pull away with a whine and another giggle, "Mmh! Morning breath!"

"I do not care!"

"I do!"

"Darling, every breath of yours is as fresh as the earth after the first rain!"

"Wow!" She gasped. "That was cheesy! But I wasn't talking about only myself. I assume gods aren't an exception to morning breaths, are they?"

Loki's voice got darker as a smirk adorned his handsome features, "Why do you not see for yourself, hmm?"

When she protested again, he gave up. Or at least pretended to. For, his wandering hands slowly slid up to her waist, and started patrolling either side of it.

"Do you realise that offending the gods is a sin and the sinner must face punishment?"

"Really? Should they now? Well, in that cas- LOKI!! No! Stop!!"

His tickles made her bend over in laughter, which in turn gave him the perfect opportunity to remove himself from her lap, pull her down on the bed, and trap her beneath him.

Putting a sudden halt to his actions, he waited for her to calm down, while his eyes took in every line and curve of the architecture of her face, of the way the morning light made a few strands of her hair glow, the creases around her eyes and the curves around her lips when she laughed…

And as soon as the last of her hysterical laugh left her, he sealed her mouth with his. Slotting his lips with hers, he enveloped her senses in a kiss that made her pull him further into her, one that made her wrap her legs around his waist and made her moan into his mouth.

After what seemed like centuries and yet like a fleeting moment, he released her. Staring at her swollen lips, flustered cheeks and dark eyes, he couldn't help but laugh softly, "Someone here is not fond of morning breath, I assume."

She swiftly glided a hand from his back and on his head and, with a huff, threaded her fingers into his dishevelled raven locks. Tugging them hard enough for Loki to let out a small hiss, she ghosted her lips over his.

"Just shut up and kiss me, Silvertongue!"

"Ooh! Silvertongue, hmm? But I think I should brush first. After all, morning breath-"

"Oh damn!"

With a hearty laugh, he granted her wish, stealing all her thoughts away until the only chant that her mind and body knew was his name.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months

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A Dead Man & his Raven

Chapter 2

Note: happy spooky season! this fic is inspired by The Crow, Sihtric being based on Eric Draven. Follow up to Chapter 1. Several quotes from the movie and comic are used in the following chapters, they are marked bold, as they are not my own. I was often interrupted while proof reading this chapter, so ignore any errors :)

Warning for entire series: 18+! angst/fluff. this story deals with death, losing a loved one, depression, suicidal thoughts/attempts (no details), murder (described), violence. There is also a lot of fluff, but you have been warned.

Warnings for this chapter: angst/fluff. mention of death, murder, fright, drugs, blood.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You were reminded of your first kiss with Sihtric.

wordcount: 4,3k

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'I promise you're safe with me.'

The dead don't carry keys, Sihtric thought as he searched his pockets, but they fucking should.

He snickered at his own thoughts after he had finally stumbled his way home, where he realised he couldn't get in. He looked down at his hands, finding them completely healed again. No more blood, no more cuts. And he scoffed, then looked up at the sky.

You gave me the ability to heal from my wounds but you forgot to give me a key to my home? Nice one, Odin. Now what?

He looked around the empty street, the only movement being water that ran down into the sewer, and then he looked back at the front door.

I could ring the bell, Sihtric thought, and a grin appeared. Ding-dong! Hello, angel, your murdered fiancé is home again! Did you miss me? His grin fell off his face slowly, for hurt and despair to take over. Because I have missed you, my love. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw and inhaled deeply as he recalled your face. I have missed you with every fibre of my entire being. If I wasn't already dead, I would have killed myself single-handedly over and over again, because living without you is unbearable. He angrily kicked at the door. Don't worry, love, I can't die twice I've been told. But I swear I will kill every single fucking bastard who did this to us. He kicked the door again. I will kill every last man who broke us up, before we could even vow to not let death do us part. They're dead, my love. They're all dead. They just don't know it yet. He kicked the door again, harder this time, as his tears fell down with the rain.

'They're all fucking dead!' Sihtric growled, and kicked the door open with force.

The neverending nightmare.

More or less recovered from your breakdown after work, you managed to continue your drive home. You ran up to your front door, through the pouring rain, and when you wanted to stick your key in the door, you saw it had been breached open. You looked around you, but there was not a sight of anyone nearby. The street may be empty, you thought, but it was still Devil's Night. The night on which people commit petty crimes as well as serious crimes, such as murdering your fiancé last year, because the cops can't be everywhere at once. Therefore, you also knew that calling the police would not be of any help right now. A simple house robbery was not of importance on a night like this.

With trembling hands you pushed the door further open and you quietly stepped inside. You waited in the dark hallway for a minute, but didn't hear a single sound, apart from the violent rain outside. You walked down the hallway and, before reaching the door to the living room, you carefully took an umbrella from underneath the coat rack. Armed with your pathetic weapon of choice, you then kicked the second door completely open with force.

'If anyone is here I swear I will bash your fucking head in!' you shouted, holding the umbrella tightly in your shaky hands.

While breathing heavily, you once again waited for any kind of sound or movement as you looked around the pitch black room. And again, apart from the rain, it was quiet and there was no movement. Until a sudden voice scared you half to death.

'You would bash my fucking head in with that umbrella, my angel?' the voice said, and a soft chuckle followed, 'an angel of death you would truly be.'

Your heart skipped numerous beats at the familiar voice; your favourite voice, which sound you had missed so desperately. The umbrella fell out of your hands and you immediately turned to switch on the lights, only to stare into a cold, empty room.

'What the fuck!' you breathed, eyes wide.

You exhaled sharply after a few long secons and let out a laugh, which turned into a sob as you realised you had imagined Sihtric's voice. You already were afraid you would start imagining and hearing things around the first anniversary date of his death, but this had seemed so real. It truly scared you and made you even more upset than you already had been. You kicked at the umbrella in front of you and, when you turned back to the hallway, suddenly one cold hand grabbed your chin as the other covered your mouth to silence you.

And you stared up into Sihtric's mismatched eyes.

'Please do not be frightened of me, angel,' Sihtric said fast, but calm, hoping you weren't going to scream. Or punch him in the face.

Your eyes grew even wider, and Sihtric removed his hands after a moment, taking a step back.

'N-no,' you whispered, fear and near insanity laced your voice, and you stumbled backwards into the hallway, landing hard on your behind with a soft cry.

'No,' you then chuckled, 'this isn't real,' you said while crawling backwards.

Your nails scratched at the wooden floor, and your wet shoes squeaked while desperately trying to get away from whatever your imagination was projecting right now.

'Darling,' Sihtric said, and he crouched down, reaching out with his pale, trembling hand.

'No!' you screamed and covered your face with your hands, crying as you shook your head, 'leave me alone! This isn't real! This isn't real!' you shouted, pulling your own hair as you kept your eyes closed, rocking back and forth in the corner of your hallway.

'Shh, shh,' Sihtric hushed you, and cupped your cold, trembling hands with his own, stopping you from trying to tear your hair out.

'Listen to me-'

'No!' you cried out, terrified, backing yourself up further into the corner, but there was no escape from this nightmare blended dream.

'Listen to me!' Sihtric said again, compassionate but firm, 'it's real. I am real,' he slowly pulled your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks. 'Look at me,' he whispered, 'look at me, please,' and at last, his voice broke under the pressure of his own emotions, 'I need you to look at me, angel,' he said with a sob.

Your body trembled as you slowly opened your eyes, teardrops stuck to your eyelashes, blurring your vision when you finally dared to look at Sihtric, who then sat back, giving you space as you rubbed your eyes free of tears as much as possible.

Sihtric, who was not a figment of your imagination, was actually truly there. Your dead fiancé. He was there. Kneeled down right in front of you, staring at you with his big, teared up eyes as he took in every inch of your face.

'I… I… don't… unders-s-stand,' you nearly panicked.

'I will explain,' Sihtric said, 'but, please… just,' he inhaled sharply as tears started to roll down his cheeks, 'p-please just hold me, please,' his trembling hands reached out to you again, 'I'm so… so cold. I've been so cold without you. I need to- to feel you, please?'

And then, without thinking or having any doubt in your mind, you wrapped your arms around him. You tightly held the man who had your undying love. You breathed in the familiar scent of the man you thought you would never see again. And you both cried as you held each other, down on the floor, hiding in the corner of your hallway, while the wind outside howled and the rain came crashing down.

'Sihtric?' you said with a soft sob.

'Please,' Sihtric whispered, and his cold hands took your face again, 'please, kiss me,' he breathed.

And your lips found those of the man who had taken your heart with him to his grave, after his own heart had stopped beating, exactly one year ago, at the corner of the street you still lived on. And you suddenly remembered your first kiss.

Love at first sight.

Many, many moons ago, you met Sihtric for the first time at your local concert venue. His band, Hangman's Joke, had finished their set about half an hour ago and they already packed up all their gear, which one of their members had loaded in a van before taking off.

It was your first time hearing and seeing the band, but you enjoyed it, and you couldn't deny that the guy who was the lead guitarist as well as the lead singer, was as cute as he was hot. He was dressed in black leather boots, black leather jeans and a black shirt which had tears and holes in it. He was very muscular, and you had to stop yourself from staring the entire time. He was almost ghostly pale, truly nailing the whole gothic look, without even seeming to try. His dark, shoulder length hair was wild, but not in a neglected kind of way. He had a well kept goatee, which told you this guy clearly took care of himself, unlike most so-called underground rockstars you knew of. You definitely enjoyed the amount of eye contact you had with him during his performance, and to your pleasant surprise, you suddenly found him standing next to you. When you looked up, he was already gazing at you, leaning on the bar while he smiled.

'Hey,' he said, with a faint hint of shyness, 'may I buy you a drink?'

You tried to suppress your smile and rolled your eyes as you looked away for a second. Was this going to be a cheap pick up attempt? You weren't easy like that, but he was to die for, really. So you decided to test him.

'That depends. Do you always pick up girls after a show?' you asked, desperately trying to not be intimidated yet intrigued by his strong appearance.

'Oh, all the time,' Sihtric scoffed, clearly pretending to be offended, 'it's a hobby of mine to see how many I can get in my bed in one night.'

'I see,' you feigned being impressed, 'and how many are you expecting to land in your bed tonight?'

'Tonight? Just one,' Sihtric said with a cheeky half smile as he leaned in, 'just you,' he winked.

You couldn't help but laugh and blush at his words. He was obviously unserious about his "hobby", but there was truth in his last answer, you could tell.

'Very smooth,' you chuckled.

'Yeah?' he laughed, 'did I impress you by giving you merely a vague hint about my wild sex adventures after shows?'

'Almost,' you snorted, and couldn't get yourself to look away from his eyes as he smiled so sweetly at you.

There was something so sincere about him, so honest. There was again that hint of shyness in his smile, as the dimly lit venue couldn't quite hide his slightly flushed cheeks, which had reddened after you had smiled at him. He fidgeted with his rings, which told you he was a little nervous, or maybe high on drugs, you thought, but you noticed his pupils were rather normal. You also noticed his eyes were two different colours, and you felt you could easily get lost in those for hours.

'I, eh, I'm Sihtric by the way,' he shyly smiled again and held his hand out to you.

'Hi,' you returned the shy smile as you took his hand and introduced yourself.

His tattooed fingers brushed over yours as he slowly let go, after holding on for just a second too long for it to be meaningless.

'So,' he smacked his lips, 'can I buy you that drink?'

'Perhaps,' you grinned, 'what's the catch?'

Sihtric furrowed his brow and puckered his lips.

'Hm,' he hummed softly as he went over his thoughts, 'the catch is that you'll have to tell me one thing you love about yourself, and one thing you hate about yourself.'

'Oh?' you chuckled, truly impressed this time that a guy for once didn't ask for a kiss or something like that, and you agreed to the deal.

Sihtric bought you a drink and followed you as you found an empty table in the busy venue bar.

'Well then,' Sihtric smiled and took a quick sip from his drink, 'tell me.'

'Okay,' you put your glass on the table and looked at Sihtric, 'I like-'

'No, no,' Sihtric interrupted you, 'I said love, not like. Tell me what you love about yourself.'

You chuckled and sighed softly as Sihtric rested his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning on the table while he sat across from you. The place was packed, but he looked at you as if you were the only person in the room.

'Fine,' you gave him a fake, mean glare, 'what I love about myself is… how loyal I am. Doesn't matter if it's friendships or relationships,' you said, 'I think it's a good trait.'

'It is a great trait,' Sihtric smiled while gazing at you again, 'hard to come by these days.'

'I guess,' you said shyly.

'But now the big question,' Sihtric said as he leaned back, raking his fingers through his hair, 'what do you hate about yourself?'

'Can I only mention one thing?' you grimaced, 'because I got quite the list-'

'Lady,' Sihtric hushed you and chuckled, 'one thing only.'

'Fine,' you huffed and crossed your arms, 'I hate my smile.'

'Your smile?' Sihtric nearly choked on his drink and punched his chest twice as he coughed, 'what are you talking about?'

'I just don't like my smile,' you shrugged, 'for no specific reason.'

'Well, look,' he held his hands up, 'I have to strongly disagree with you here, lady.'

'Okay,' you frowned, 'is this the moment you'll start the heavy flirting, praising me with compliments to lure me into your bed?'

'Actually,' Sihtric said with a grin, leaning in closer over the table, 'my place is a bit of a mess right now. So I kinda hoped I could lure myself into your bed.'

'And what's the catch if I were to agree to that?' you teased, leaning in too.

'The catch being,' Sihtric smiled softly, and he held your chin with his fingertips, 'that you have to promise me you will never believe those negative thoughts about yourself ever again. Because you notice how the thing you love about yourself has nothing to do with your appearance? And the one thing you hate…'

You stared at Sihtric, your cheeks flushed at his touch and his intense eyes locked on you. Then he sat back again, quickly finished his drink and jumped up.

'You want to get out of here?' he asked, smiling, and went to grab his skateboard.

Sihtric held your hand as you walked out of the venue, back to your place. It was pleasantly quiet out, the streets being empty as it was a sunday night. You had the day off tomorrow and the day after, so you had no plans of finding sleep early. The silence between you and Sihtric was a comfortable one, but you were curious about him, and even more curious about the skateboard he held in his other hand.

'You skateboard everywhere?'

'Most of the time, yeah,' he smiled.

'Really?'

'Yes, lady,' Sihtric chuckled, 'why? Do you?'

'No,' you snorted, 'never done it.'

Sihtric stopped walking and stared at you with a puzzled look.

'You never tried it?'

'No,' you shrugged, 'my balance is shit anyway-'

'Wanna try?'

'What?'

'Come,' Sihtric smiled, holding his hand out as he put his board on the ground, 'try it.'

'Oh, absolutely not,' you laughed and looked at the street ahead of you, 'I'll break my neck.'

'No you won't,' Sihtric laughed, 'come,' he beckoned you over.

With heavy feet you stepped closer to the pale, dark clothed man, and you took his hand. Sihtric chuckled when he helped you on the board, holding it in place by setting his leather boot in front of the wheels.

'No, no,' you giggled as you squeezed his hand, already feeling off balance, 'I'm scared to go off this hill.'

'Hill? You can't call this a hill. Don't be scared,' Sihtric smiled and circled his arm around your waist.

Then, he placed one foot on the board and pulled you closer against his body.

'Wait, what are you-'

'Shh,' he smiled, 'I got you.'

'No. What-'

'I promise I got you,' he chuckled at your surprised face, 'trust me. I won't let anything happen to you.'

Before you could say another word, Sihtric placed his other foot next to yours, and the skateboard slowly started to roll forwards, down the really not that steep street, but steep enough to make you cling onto him. And when you realised you truly weren't going to break your neck, you started to laugh at the quite exhilarating feeling. And Sihtric smiled at you whenever he wasn't looking down the road, and he swore he had never seen a more beautiful smile than yours.

'See,' Sihtric said when the skateboard came to a halt at the end of the street, 'told you nothing would happen to you.'

He helped you step off the board, back onto the concrete ground, where he immediately circled his arms around you again and pulled you in.

'I guess you were right,' you chuckled and looked up at him.

'I promise you're safe with me,' Sihtric whispered, 'always.'

He briefly brushed his lips lightly over yours, before he captured you in a soft, sweet kiss.

Sihtric hummed softly before he pulled away, lightheaded while his heart was beating out of his chest. And when he saw you smiled at him, he brought his lips back to yours again.

When you woke up in your own bed the next morning, a little sore, you felt yourself pout in silence when you noticed Sihtric was gone. It's not like you hadn't expected him to be anything more than a one night stand, so you weren't really surprised, but you had to admit you were a little disappointed. His flirting had been very effective, and he truly seemed different from any other guy you ever met, so you had some unfair expectation that he wouldn't just run off in the morning. But you also blamed yourself for it being a one night thing. You had not discussed your own intentions before you took him home. Or after you had moaned his name in the middle of the night, when he had his hand wrapped around your throat and his other cupping your cheek, while his forehead rested against yours and his low, heavy growl spilled down over your lips as your fingers were tangled in his messy hair.

You sat up and searched for your underwear in your bed, when suddenly your bathroom door, which was across from your bed, flung open and Sihtric walked out, shirtless, only dressed in those tight, leather jeans while his damp hair was raked back with his fingers.

'Jesus fucking christ!' you yelled and pulled the blankets up to cover your breasts.

Not that he hadn't seen those before. He had actually done way more than just seeing those, you thought, and you felt your face heat up.

'Fuck!' Sihtric hissed and grabbed his chest, looking equally as startled as you.

'You scared me!' you half yelled.

'Shit. Sorry, angel,' he chuckled, 'I hope you didn't mind I took a shower,' he said a little shyly.

'What? No, no,' you shook your head, 'that's fine. I just… I didn't expect you were still here.'

'Oh,' Sihtric said, and his confidence left his body in an instant, 'I- I'm sorry,' you could see the sudden hurt in his eyes before he looked down at his feet, 'I didn't realise that... I-I should've known this was just a one night stand,' he mumbled and walked over to grab his shirt from the floor, which you had taken off of him the night before, and he put it back on, 'I'm really sorry if I overstayed my welcome. I- I should head home now anyway, I have a meeting soon. So-'

'No,' you interrupted him, 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant… I… I thought it was just a, you know, a quick and random fuck for you,' you said with flushed cheeks.

'Ah,' he clicked his tongue, and anxiously rubbed his hand over his chin, 'I'm sorry if I made it come off that way. That was truly never my intention,' he cleared his throat, 'but, eh, yeah, you know, I better get going anyway. Gotta change my clothes and get some quick food…'

'Let me make you breakfast,' you blurted out as Sihtric picked up his leather boots, and he stared at you.

'What?' he chuckled, then smirked, 'you want to make me breakfast?'

'What's your favourite flower?' Sihtric asked, his mouth stuffed with cereal as he ate like a wild boar, not having much time.

'What? Oh, uh,' you chuckled, 'uh, roses. Cliché, I know,' you rolled your eyes.

'I like roses. Roses are pretty,' he said and swallowed his food, 'pretty like you,' he smiled before he hovered the rest of his cereal, then jumped up.

'You had enough to eat?' you asked, watching him grab his short, leather jacket.

'Not quite,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but I really gotta go, sweetheart. I can't be late,' he picked up his skateboard and hopped back over to you to kiss your cheek, 'thank you though.'

'You're welcome,' you smiled, and just when Sihtric turned away, you pulled him back in for a kiss on his lips.

Sihtric froze for a second and dropped his skateboard. He smiled against your lips and gently cupped your cheeks, kissing you back, soft and slow. After a moment, which was way too short, you broke the kiss, knowing he had to run. You smiled at him when he suddenly got all shy.

'So, eh,' Sihtric blushed, 'c-call me?' he asked, cautiously, 'will you call me later?'

'Y-yeah,' you felt yourself becoming shy too, 'what time suits you? After your meeting?'

'I should be back home after five,' he said and picked up his skateboard again.

You nodded with a smile and promised to call him as you walked him to your door. He gave you a sweet, slightly awkward peck to your lips and then you watched him skateboard smoothly down the road. And only when you closed the door, and Sihtric left your street in a hurry, you both realised you didn't have his number.

You hoped that, since Sihtric knew where you lived now, he would come find you after his meeting. But you also couldn't help worrying that maybe he would have forgotten about you by the end of the day. The thoughts drove you mad, and it was only four in the afternoon when suddenly your doorbell rang and you jumped up. Half wanting it to be Sihtric, half trying to ignore that hope, so you wouldn't get your silly little heart broken over a guy you only just met.

You opened the door and, to your confusion, you were greeted by a large package.

'Will you please sign?' a young lady asked, holding a clipboard out to you.

'Ehh, but I didn't order anything?' you more or less asked.

'Is this your name?' she asked, and you took a closer look at the label.

'It is, but-'

'Then please sign.'

You raised an eyebrow in offence, but you were curious now and wanted to know what was in the box, so you signed. The box wasn't that heavy, but it was annoyingly shaped, so you could barely pick it up. After your struggle to get back into your living room, you quickly opened the package, and you smiled a little confused.

Roses. The box held a mixed bouquet of one dozen red roses, and one dozen black roses. Then, your eyes spotted a little note hidden in the bouquet, and you folded it open.

My angel, sorry I had to rush this morning. In my haste I forgot to give you my number.

Here's a small thanks for the breakfast… and the great sex last night.

Call me? x

You couldn't fight your smile anymore and squealed when you found Sihtric's number on the back of the handwritten note. His flower delivery arrangement had caused him to be late to his meeting, but he couldn't let you slip out of his hands like that.

'I'm sorry I slipped out of your hands like that,' Sihtric sniffled as he held you tight, after he had scared you out of your mind by coming back from the dead.

After the first shock, he had carried you to bed, where he cuddled up with you, just like he used to before he died.

'I'm so sorry I left you just like that,' he whispered.

'I just don't understand,' you cried, 'how am I supposed to understand any of this? How… how are you here? How do I know I haven't gone completely fucking mental?'

'You haven't,' he said as he took your face, 'you haven't gone insane, I promise.'

'I just don't understand,' you barely whispered.

'I am here because my soul hasn't been able to rest since I died. Odin sent me back to make things right, so I can find my peace.'

'So… are you like… are you an angel?' you sniffled.

'No, love,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed your lips, 'I am too angry to be an angel.'

'I've missed you so much,' you sobbed and fell in his arms.

'I've missed you too,' Sihtric sighed, 'it's been so lonely without you, my love. But at least I could always see you.'

'What?' you leaned back and looked up at him, 'w-what do you mean?'

'The raven… at the window,' he whispered, 'he's my eyes and ears. And I… I see you cry every night, baby,' his voice broke, 'here, in our bed.'

He moved his hand slowly over the soft sheets you were both under.

'Please,' Sihtric whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, 'don't. Don't cry for me, angel. You have to stop that, please. It's tearing me apart to see you hurt like that, when I can't hold you in my arms or kiss your tears away.'

'But I don't know how to live without you,' you teared up again, 'I don't want to live without you.'

'Shh,' he hushed you and pecked your lips, while you both cried and trembled in each other's arms again, 'I'm here now, okay?'

'Please… you... you can't,' your breath hitched,' please, never leave me again, Siht.'

'You have to understand, my sweetest love,' Sihtric whispered and softly caressed your cheek, 'that all of this is temporary.'

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(***NO N*zis or TERFs allowed to interact with this post or my blog*** This is a post for Norse pagans or polytheists looking to work with Odin. This is all based on my own experiences working with the all father and nothing here is to be taken as a hard fact. If your practice differs from my own that is totally fine. There will be a lot of UPG and SPG)

An incomplete summary of Odin in Norse mythology.

Odin, god of war and wisdom is a key figure in the Norse myths and is involved in a lot of the stories. He is the head of the Norse gods and is called the All father, because it’s by him that all of humans were created. He is married to Frigg and together they had Baldur and Hodr. Odin also has other sons, Thor, Vali, and Vidar.

He has two ravens Huginn and Muninn, and two wolves Geri and Freki.

He only has one eye, he sacrificed his other eye by throwing it into Mimir’s well in exchange for knowledge that could better help him prevent Ragnarok.

Another famous story of his is when he hung upside down from the tree of life for nine days and nine nights to get knowledge of other worlds and to be able to know everything about the runes.

The type of magic he practices (Seiðr) was a feminine type of magic that wasn’t always looked highly on when men would participate in it. Yet our Allfather was very practiced in it.

My experience working with him: One thing to know about working with Odin going in, he will be very honest and blunt. My other deities have a habit of being softer on my feelings than I’ve heard other devotees say they’ve been with them, I’m assuming because I’m very sensitive. But Odin..? He does not care. He will stop giving advice if I tell him I don’t want to hear it. But, if I ask for advice…oh boy, am I gonna get his full opinion. He is very much a father in the way he goes about things, he cares but he wants his followers to push themselves as much as they can, learning as much as you can and always growing, never staying sedentary for too long.

I have a notebook dedicated to him that I’ve been using to work on learning the runes and that seems to be the best offering to give him in my practice right now. He never misses a chance to remind me I need to get back to learning the runes too.

I always wondered why it mattered so much to him that I learn them. Eventually he told me that it was because they really would be useful in spells, and wards and making bind runes out of them is something I’m learning to do now.

He is not the easiest deity to work with, he may even push your buttons on purpose to get you to think harder on things. I’ve noticed he’s even been rude before just to see if I’d stand up for myself and set boundaries and then he’ll explain himself after. Lots of tests trials and teachings. But man, is it worth it for the immense amount of knowledge and mentorship that he can bring. All in all, I’m glad he came to me later in my practice as I might’ve been scared off from deity work if he was the first. But, I love him to pieces and hope to work with him for a long time.

Offerings and associations of Odin

(Odin does not eat food so I’ve seen many people say not to give him food offerings, I disagree! Give him things that he can feed to Geri and Freki. He is known to still fill his plate and just give them bits over meals. So don’t hesitate to gift him any food offerings you would to any other Norse god)

-colors: gray, dark blue, black

- tree Imagery, Yggdrasil in particular

- raven Imagery, black feathers

- wolf Imagery

- clear quartz

- onyx

- blue goldstone

- amethyst

- carnelian

- the hermit tarot card

- the hanged man tarot card

- the four of cups tarot card

- the king of swords tarot card

- mead, wine, alcohol

- poetry (he writes poems!)

- mugwort scent/incense

- Ansuz rune ᚨ

- learn about the runes

- learn his myths

- learn useful and practical knowledge

- read books

- ask him for advice

There are many more ways to learn about him and get close to him. A great one is reading the Hávamál. If you meditate or do tarot or rune casting those are also great ways to contact him and get closer to him.

Signs he might be reaching out; seeing ravens more than usual or in non native areas, very windy days, rain, seeing his name often, feeling drawn to his mythology, seeing his tarot cards pop up often, you already work with one of his sons (I think he sent Thor to me first to soften my idea of the Norse gods and be a warm intro into their pantheon.)

He is a great god to work with, lots of work though. Odin is not for the weak minded, but he’s been so worth getting to know.

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stalkerofthegods · 7 months

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Loki Deep dive

Signs he's reaching out- seeing the Snaptun Stone, Large numbers of spiders, Fire seeing his symbols and things that remind you of him in a dream, a close brush with danger, Dreams of Loki speaking to you, Repeated appearances of any of the animals related to Loki, sudden obsession on him or seeing things related to him that you wouldn’t regularly notice

Days & holidays! - Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Yule, Sep 5 UPG (tumbler meme devoted to him day) , Julaften, Saturday, April fools, Lokablót

Equivalent- logi (the personification of fire), Prometheus, Tantalus, Jesus, Pan, Cernunnos, Dionysus, anasi, Bacchus, Lugh, Hermes, Mercury, Elegua, Eshu, Prometheus, Veles, Coyote and Crow

Dislikes- in my experience he wasn’t a fan of Hermes, he doesn’t like Heimdall (Heimdall kills Loki )

Married- he is married to Sigyn! (the goddess of Victory) Also, Loki’s first wife (Angrboda who was a Jotun ) taught Loki magic, later he devoured her heart because she was an ‘evil’ witch.

Zodiac- Aries and Gemini

Siblings - Blood Odin, Hellblindi and Balyestyr

Devotional- volunteering to help survivors of trauma, helping with orphanages, and those who are in need, laughing at yourself.

Animal - Coyote, Salmon, Snakes, Foxes, vulture, Quiscalus quiscula, wolves, serpents, cats, falcon, butterfly, raven, flies, dragons, spiders.

colors - yellow , green , red, pink, neons, purple, gold, silver, Black, violet

offerings - Candy, Atomic Fireball (he loves alcohol ex- tequila, rum, brandy, and mead, but he does get tired of it beacuse it’s offered so much), Pez, Pixie Sticks, cookies/pastries, caramel apples. Speaking of apples, He loves red food (ex-Red Velvet) He likes things with a lot of pepper spice, or even just the peppers themselves (habaneros seem to be a favorite), good whiskey, bread, knives, whatever reminds him of u, also baked goods, or anything really, you can give him just sugar or just food, whatever says “LOKI!!”, he also loves caffeinated drinks!, he likes cinnamon, chocolate, Tobacco, weed, cheesecake, especially with berries, old granddad brand of alcohol, and hard cinnamon flavored or spicy liquor, and spicy runs and mulled wine! Carmel golden apples! He also loves Nutella, I would recommend giving whatever you think he would like, he likes new things I heard.

Number - 13 and Kaunaz, Naudiz, Thurisaz, number 3, The Berkana rune,

Planet- Pluto, Dark Moon

To do in his honor - Inner Child work, Llaughing at yourself, Accepting that no one and self is perfect, and mistakes are okay, Feeling all of our feelings, drawing, coloring, singing, dancing, being creative, working with children or the elderly, collecting and sharing jokes, going on a walk, get lost, go on an adventure with friends or fellow outcasts, go clean up a local park in his honor, do something ur scared of, joke in their honor

What he favors in devotes - Passion and drive, inc stubbornness, a go-getter, hunger for life, child like playfull Ness

God of - Celeverness, change, Creation, Cunning, Divine, Discovery, Humor, knowledge, sex, Seduction, shapeshifting, trickster (mischief), wit, truth, temptation, the hearth, nature.

Patron -outcasts (black sheep), earthquakes, changing cycles of the moon, nature, fire itself.

his weapon- Lævateinn

Herbs - daisy, mistletoe, Lavender, Patchouli, Cinnamon, Clove, Hemp, Holly, Mistletoe, Cedar, Juniper, Elder, “yellow rattle” plant, lokasjóður, “Loki’s Purse” (a plant), Loki oats, wild oats, birch, alder, mullein, acorns, Aspen trees (UPG)

Preferred coffee- very very sweet. (I also heard he likes mocha)

Remind me of him - smiling, laughter, dancing, knives, horns, flowers, trees, flies, foxes, rings, black nail polish, masks, spiders, red hair, cat eyeliner look, eyeliner, blue eyes, plastic toys, nature

Blessings - sharper knives (be careful they may be blunt one second and then sharp)

Tarot- The magician, Wheel of Fortune, the sun, the devil, the tower, the magician,

Signs - spiders, vultures, snakes, seals, foxes, flies, wolves, Dandelions, coyotes

Alter decorations - boats, kids' toys, anything listed here really.

Scents - He likes cinnamon, mulled wine, cotton candy, and peaty whiskey and yew, but nothing strong or overwhelming or alluring and anything too feminine, he also dislikes super masculine colognes. He likes Pine, cinnamon, sugar & spice, honey, and wild berry incense and dragons blood incense

Animals• Fox, spiders,Flies, salmon horses, vultures

Crystal• Volcanic and Sulfurous stones (ex. Obsidian Gypsum, Hematite, etc.)((is associated with tectonic activity)), pyrite (fools gold), color-changing stones, Bloodstone, Xlead calcite, Sunsgone, Stones associated with the air element, red stones, Stones of any other color you associated with Loki (ex- red Jasper, Garnet, Carnelian, Ruby), Stones that scream “LOKI!!”, but mostly - Red Jasper, Amber, Garnet, Goldstone; Plastic, Acrylic, Glass, Gold, Bronze, Silver, Magnesium, Orange calcite, hematite, fire agate, onyx, etc.), serpentine, fire quartz, smoky quartz, pyrite, multi-colored/color-changing stones (labradorite, fluorite, alexandrite, bismuth, etc.), carnelian, and tiger's eye, kambaba jasper, prehnite, garnet, green aventurine, malachite, and petrified wood, Yellow calcite

Symbols•fox, Knox, web, Tangles, snakes, Flies, salmon, horses, Mistletoe, (I've also heard vulture, hawk, skull

Names•known as sky traveler, Ve, or, father of monsters, Flamehair, “that bastard” (UPG), Lie-Smith, Sly-God, Shape-Changer, Sly-One, Lopt, Sky Traveller, Sky Walker, Wizard Of Lies, and Loftur and I'm sure there's more. (I’ve accidentally called him Taco Bell before myself.)

Mortal or immortal • Mortal, but has apples to live longer, suspected the Apple effects last YEARS (like more than 100+ years. Because he is not “old” or dead yet, and in mythology, they take it to stay young and live forever.)

Vows/omans• Blood brother with Odin, Loki swears oaths that he will devise a scheme to cause the builder (of the wall of the asier home) to forfeit the payment, whatever it may cost himself.

Morals• He's morally grey

Age - at least 2,000 years old (probably older.), based off of the aseir starting point, when the Norse first had evidence of worship because he was older than the asier

Personality• understanding, and fast going, can be jealous and has a quick temper.

Fact• He had a wife before Sigyn and he is in a cave until Ragnorok. I also heard he like farts a lot. And sends spiders, so beware, he made spiders in Sweden mythology

Roots• Norse mythology

Appearance in astral or gen• red hair and fair skin but not too red or too fair. Also, blue eyes I think or green. Or anything at all really.

Children- Hel, Jormangandr, Fenir, Sleipnir, Vanir, Narfi, (from sigyn) Svadilfari, and Einmyria and Eisa (with Glut.) He also ate a woman’s heart and bore the first witch, some say also a HUGE cat.

Season• the month of Gemini and Aries

Status• God and Yotan

Element- Fire, air, nature.

Personality- Loki is not always the most mature and can sometimes act like a toddler. Also chaotic Neutral. he is not an omniscient Deity, but true to his word.

Parentage • The tree Lufey and farbauti

Prayers•

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night, Throwing caution to the wind And casting the die of fate, Teach me your fearlessness. Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers, Cutting through illusions to the bone And revealing the reality we refuse to see, Teach me your clarity. Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths, Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake, And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked, Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due, And in turn, blame as well, Teach me your justice. Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice, Grinning down at the outcasts And rallying your voice with theirs, Teach me your anger. Pain-holder, accepting your punishment, Embracing the consequences of your deeds, And taking the fall of those who are weaker, Teach me your resilience. World-breaker, harbinger of chaos, Spitting fire upon the stagnant And carving the spear of change, Teach me your courage. Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods, Burning the inefficient and stale, Revealing potential in the ashes, Teach me your insight. Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about And casting laughter into the darkness Where before there was only despair, Teach me your joy. Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life, Confidently adapting to every situation, Commanding the strength of any form, Teach me your cunning. Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart, Your arms a sanctuary where none is found Light and life of the home I can always return to, Teach me your nurturing. Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,Letting none even try to contain your spirit As free as the sky itself, Teach me your passion. Hail Loki, And thank you, my God, For everything you bring to my life.I love you so.

- by @klawl

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Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and the hard cold truth, even tho he may be a jackass, but he is wise enough to be truthful, and charming in many ways.

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Some underrated ASOIAF characters who deserve more attention

As the title says, this post will be about some of my favourite ASOIAF characters who i think deserve more attention.

Aurane Waters:

The first character on this list is Aurane Waters. Now Auranes story isn’t very deep but he is fun, entertaining and cool as hell. So he starts out fighting with Stannis at the battle of blackwater bay, then he ends up joining Cersei on the small council and manages to charm her by looking like Rhaegar, and then he runs off with her newly build navy. Now i do not like Cersei so people who can play her and beat her at her own game instantly have a place in my heart. I should also mention that i love pirates and there is strong evidence that Aurane will become the pirate king known as the Lord of The Waters using the ships he stole from Cersei. This also puts him in an interesting position going forward as he could realistically join any faction in the current conflict and be a big player which is really cool. My last point is this, just look at him, the dude absolutely fucks:

Rodrik Harlaw, aka The Reader: Rodrik is Asha and Theons maternal uncle and he is my favourite ironborn character. In many ways he reminds me of Doran Martell, an fatherly figure to a female pov character who is noted to be more cautious than the people around him and who is looked down upon by many within his culture. I also like his quirk of loving books, even having had septons at his home to help him care for his collection. I also love his relationship with Asha, being a better father figure to her than Balon was ,as well as her biggest supporter (that title might be challenged by Qarl and Tristifer). He also seems to be scheming to protect Asha from her forced marriage by overturning the kingsmoot, as he sends her a book that specifically mentions that a kingsmoot can be nullified if a claimant was not present, in this case that would be Theon. And then there was the time he owned Euron the Incel with just 2 words. Euron was bragging about having sailed to Valyria when Rodrik says: “Have you?” which clearly pisses Euron off. Fucking legend

Brynden Rivers, Aka Bloodraven: Ok so, Bloodraven does get a lot of attention especially from the theorist community who have the saying “when in doubt blame Bloodraven”. But i don’t think enough people give attention to him as a character. The cool thing about Bloodravens character is that he seems to be a product of his enviroment. Bloodraven grew up in kings landing as one of the great bastards of king Aegon The Unworthy. He famously suffered albinism which resulted in him having to wear heavy black clothes all of his life. This would have gone on since his childhood, and we know that this trade made people not trust him. So people have apparently distrusted him since he could walk outside. Imagine what that does to a kid. And then at some point he figures out he is a skinchanger. And that is when he becomes the master of the game of thrones and worlds best spymaster.I love this because a lot of characters justify their distrust of him because of how good of a spy he is, but he became that way because no one trusted him. And lets not forget that he was apparently a really nice military leader. At least enough to where most of his private army, The Ravens Teeth, decided to join him on the wall despite being under no obligation to do so. That show some major respect from his men. And at last he has some really cool Odin symbolism going on with the one eye and the ravens and all that.

#asoiaf #aurane waters #rodrik harlaw #rodrik the reader #brynden rivers #bloodraven

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title: perennial

pairing: heimdall x female! goddess! reader

"You were a goddess of oaths and vows. It was only fitting that Odin would bind you to his service in only the most ironic way that he knew how: marriage."

this fanfiction contains the following: domestic violence, blood, gore, choking, violent sexual content, bad BDSM etiquette, non-consensual somnophilia, blood drinking, unhealthy relationships, and much more content that may be sensitive to some readers. reader discretion is advised.

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The cold of Midgard faded to a near comfortable warmth as Sindri and Atreus led you through the circular pathways of Yggdrasil. It was almost as if you had sat at a distance to a hearth that encompassed all sides of a room and you had the thought to unclasp your coat, but the vivid reminder of Heimdall’s earlier visit made you reconsider that decision promptly. It was not insufferable and you could actually tolerate the heat in the dress you wore, but you would be much more comfortable in just the dress, you knew.

“So this is how you were so quick in your travels,” you marveled quietly. Lyndworms scuttled to and fro amongst the limbs, gnawing at the pale wood or at each other. Occasionally you would hear a loud screech and they would scatter, only later to reemerge and resume their play. “This is quite convenient. Moreso than a flock of ravens, to be sure. It’s nauseating.”

Atreus was ahead of you by a few strides, quite happy to take the lead while you and Sindri lagged behind. “Isn’t it? We’ve traveled this way for so long that I couldn’t imagine any other way! Father—er—well, we do have to find the gateways first, and make sure they’re out of Odin’s range first.”

“An inconvenience,” Sindri lamented,”but not impossible. Odin believes himself too smart to consider other alternatives.”

You clenched your fingers tightly to your stomach. “Indeed. Where do we go from here?”

“My home, of course! I built it in the tree to keep out of Odin’s way, but also because I can be here and there to help out Atreus or go to different shops. The one in Vanaheim, however, has been compromised, I am sad to say, my lady.”

“Oh.” Your frown could not be hidden in time. It was a pity, yes; your childhood home was overrun by Einherjar these days. Odin had seen to that and told you as much. You didn’t think you could stomach returning there, however, not any time soon. It would bring back happier memories and you would only return depressed and even more dreadful of your future to come. “I see. I cannot say I am not sad to hear that.”

“Hey, Lady Var?” Atreus piped up. You zeroed in on his form, closer than it had been before so he could speak to you properly. His eyes were curious and you found yourself happy to see it. It was rare children found anything other than worry or concern to line their minds with these days. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You already have, but yes, Atreus. Ask anything you like.” Perhaps not anything, you would have to lie to him at some point in time. “What do you wish to know?”

Sindri was quick on the uptake. “Maybe nothing about Asgard, huh? Don’t want to bring up any bad feelings… You were crying when you arrived here, my lady.”

You watched his grimace with a smile. “I was. But it is fine now. I do agree, however, that we should avoid talk of Asgard. I find myself tired of it.”

“Right…” The boy nodded. “So you can see the oaths of anyone, right?”

“Yes. I can see any agreement, deal, oath, or promise they have made at any point in their lives as long as they still keep them.” You paused, then inclined your head just so. “I also, at times, may be called to judge them if those vows are broken.”

At your side, Sindri halted. You turned to look at him questioningly, but you gut swooped at the look on his face. He was looking at you with so much pity, so much sympathy, it made your stomach hurt. “You’re still doing that?”

“Doing what?”

You smiled tightly. “To judge those who break their vows, I must first determine whether they are fit to die or live.”

“She kills them. Anyone who makes a promise that she observes, and later breaks, she is duty bound to decide their fate.” Sindri trudged ahead of both you and Atreus. He wasn’t looking at you, not really, as he passed, and you knew he was feeling guilty on your behalf. Much like Sif had, except hers was that she had not intervened in time; Sindri’s was pure shame that you had to take lives like you were. “It isn’t like you do it out of hatred, my lady. But it doesn’t make it any less wrong.”

“I know.” You did not jog to keep up with the two, but you did have to quicken your pace. The leaves of Yggdrasil rustled around you gently on a non-present breeze. “It’s nothing I do not tell myself every night.”

You waited for Atreus to ask more of his questions. They never came. He was silent, eyes darting between yourself and Sindri curiously, and his mouth would open and close as if he was trying to work up something to say and came painfully short. As you were looking at him, trying to discern how he felt about your abilities and job, you noticed a sprig of mistletoe around his neck, shaped into an arrow and looped around a leather cord.

The words came out of your mouth unbidden. “You killed Baldur.”

You had been one of the few who had been first to know of his death, but you had not been aware of who had killed him. They kept things like that from you and most others, with only select family members of Odin owning up to the knowledge. While it was obvious that Baldur would not return after some time had passed, none of the small folk within Asgard knew just how he had met his death, or the terms and conditions of the invulnerability he possessed. You did.

“I didn’t… But yeah. It happened.” His eyes were wide now, looking at you in slight apprehension. “We didn’t want to, but Freya—“

Raising a hand high, you indicated for him to stop speaking. Then, gently, you patted his shoulder, but it was stiff movement. You weren’t used to comforting others at all. “I understand, Atreus. The depths of Baldur’s longing to feel are what earned him his death. It is not your fault that he could not see it until he was on his death bed. Queen Freya was mistaken to use such a spell on him, but she was a mother under Odin’s rule. She felt she had no other choice but to protect him.”

The walk to Sindri’s home was filled with silence, this time more suffocating than the previous. Speaking of such heavy topics had not been the best idea, in hindsight, but the boy had looked so nervous, so pitiful, that you had to reassure him that all was well. He walked with such a burden on his shoulders that you wondered if he would be able to take all that was to come for him in the future; he held a greatness within him, if only he knew how to use it.

“Here we are!” Sindri’s mood had lifted by the time you stepped through the white, shining door of light. “Welcome to my home, my lady.”

It was of a craft you had never seen before. Odin’s hall was certainly grand, but it was austere and minimalist in build. This was ornate, beautifully and lovingly designed, with gold and glass windows that allowed a glimpse within. This felt like a home, not a palace, and you smiled at the thought.

“It is beautiful, Sindri.” You were unsurprised when Atreus sped ahead of you, shoving open the doors excitedly. You could just barely make out the agitated grumble inside, belonging to that of the more grumpy half of the Huldra brothers. “I daresay I could not imagine anything better.”

“You’ll like it more once you’re inside. Come, my lady, but… please leave your boots at the door.” His eyes were leery as he stared at the mud soaked material covering your feet. “I just cleaned.”

You had half a mind to remind him that Atreus had waltzed in without concern, but perhaps that was something that had to be trained out of him. You stepped out of your boots as ordered and left them by the door, waiting patiently for Sindri to beckon you inside. It would be rude for you to enter and act as if you were familiar with the abode. You were not Thor, entering where you were not bidden.

“—and she was crying, but she seemed happy to see Sindri—!”

Atreus was busily catching Brok up to speed, it seemed, as the other blacksmith deemed you clean enough to enter his home. You stepped through the door cautiously, Sindri at your side, and watched as the boy waved his hands towards you in reference to something he was saying, but Brok had evidently stopped listening the moment his gaze drifted towards you.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he chortled, slapping the wooden table in front of him so hard that it rattled. He was quick to scoot out from behind it and to you, bypassing Atreus entirely. “If it ain’t the fuckin’ goddess of vows ‘erself! If I wasn’t so glad to see ye I’d give ye an earful for bouncin’ off to Asgard like that!”

Your laugh was lighter than it had been in years. “I missed you, too, Brok. It has been… a very long time, indeed. Though, the last I heard, you and Sindri had parted ways. Am I to assume the past is the past?”

“Indeed!” Sindri agreed heartily. “It was all thanks to Atreus, really.”

Over Brok’s head, you met Atreus’ gaze with a thankful smile. “It seems I have a lot to thank you for, Atreus.”

“Oh, no!” He waved his hands in a gesture of ‘no’. It was amusing the way he edged away towards a room, keen on giving you space. “It was nothing! Uh, I’ll give you all some space, okay?”

You waited until the door was firmly shut to laugh at him. “He’s a funny kid, no?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout Atreus, my lady.” Brok shook his head and headed back to the work table. He propped open a chest and withdrew a box carved from pale wood, something similar to the wood of Yggdrasil but not quite the same. “Had this waitin’ for a few centuries for ye. It ain’t my best but it’ll do its job, eh?”

Approaching the table, you took the box carefully into your hands. It was smooth and polished and you chuckled at the chicken scratch handwriting on the top that had your name depicted in runes. But you could feel the runic power emnating from inside, and when you opened it, you were surprised to see not a weapon or anything of the like, but a bracelet. You laid the box down and took the bracelet out of its velvet confines, peering at it with raised eyebrows.

“That there is elven steel,” Sindri provided helpfully. He pointed out the runes etched more delicately into the side, explaining,”We imbued it with protection runes from the realms. It was hard to get the different essences, especially since Brok is banned from Alfheim, but we managed to get them all and put them into this bracelet. If you trigger the failsafe inside it, it will produce enough power to create an explosion and teleport you here. Brok figured if you were going to Asgard, you would need a way out, but… you left before he could give it to you,” he finished sourly.

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and clasped the bracelet around your wrist as a distraction. “I apologize for that. Odin was not… well. Patient, I suppose. I was lucky he did not snatch me up when he was in disguise. But I will put it to good use, I promise. Thank you both.”

“Speakin’ of, what the hel’re you doin’ in Midgard anyways? I thought the bastard kept you penned up in Asgard like a prized pig these days.”

At the reminder of why you were there, the smile slowly faded from your lips. Sindri, surprisingly, touched the top of your fur covered shoulder and patted it lightly. Your fingers tightened over the bracelet and popped threateningly. “That bad, huh?” Brok stared at you with a frown on his face. “Ain’t seen you go ashen like that since you were a kid.”

You stared at the fire in the forge contemplatively. Twisting the bracelet around your arm, you tried to think of a way to break it to them gently—but you were coming up blank. Taking a deep breath and praying this was the right decision, you unpinned the clasp of your coat and let it flop open unceremoniously. Sindri, from his position at your side, couldn’t see the ring of bruises around your throat, but Brok’s strangled choke indicated enough for him to turn you around himself.

“Who did this?” was his quiet whisper as you rapidly pulled the clasp back together.

“Heimdall.” You tightened your arms and curled them around your chest defensively. “I am to be married to him this evening. He… did not take it well when Odin escalated his plans to have us marry. I didn’t think—well, I didn’t think, did I? This wasn’t a possibility, I had reassured myself, but my disrespect was too much for him.”

“Fuck.” Brok rubbed his face tiredly. “You really put yer foot in it, didn’t ye?”

You closed your eyes. “More than you know.”

After a moment, you explained the situation—your lying to Odin about your abilities, the judgements, the incident with Heimdall, Sif’s sympathy, all of it—to the two while you had the nerve and the chance. You couldn’t talk to anyone in Asgard about any of this, but Brok and Sindri listened to you as you spoke. They moved you to the table, offered you food and drink as you struggled through the process of speaking of your trauma, and when you had finally finished talking and eating, they were silent, considering.

“I’m a fool,” you sighed. “I thought I was smarter than him and look where it got me.”

Sindri opened his mouth and, brows furrowing, said,”If you’re married, that will be a vow you can’t break. Right?”

“Yes.” The bottle of wine sitting at the end of the table was suddenly looking all to enticing. “Only death can break it, and even then, the magic lingers. Knowing Odin, he’ll make the vows something permanent. Debilitating. I have no use to him unless I have no choice but to obey.”

“And Heimdall… Urgh. You won’t be able to escape, either.” Sindri shuddered at the thought. “But with the bracelet—“

“I cannot leave Asgard unless Odin loosens the restrictions himself.” Another lie, but it was for their best interest. If they knew you could bypass Odin’s wards, you would be in more trouble—they would want your help, your aid, and you could not give it. You were not strong enough to be of any help to their cause, but… you knew others who could be. “I am here on borrowed time. But, I will use the bracelet if I am in danger, this I swear.” The bond shone into existence, bright and gold. “And if I die… then you have to promise to keep the next incarnation safe. She cannot fall into Odin’s hands once more.”

“Of course,” Brok answered. “Anythin’ for ya, my lady.”

“Are you in that much danger?” Sindri wordlessly slid the bottle of wine you had been eyeing to you. You poured yourself a generous amount into the mug they had given you. “That you could potentially… die?”

“It is the way of things, yes.” You took a deep swallow. “As you both know, Var goddesses do not usually marry. Even more rarely do they have children. Odin expects both. I do not know the consequences of having such a vow linked to my soul; I can’t be partial to it. But he will demand it, I know this much. And… my predecessors have all died painfully young.”

None had lived past their fifth century, and you were rapidly reaching that milestone.

“You won’t,” Atreus piped in firmly. He had slid into the chair beside you without you noticing, and you jumped in your seat. Perhaps you should put the wine down. “We won’t let you. There has to be some way to break those vows.”

A niggling thought made its way into your mind. You had snipped parts of a vow before; would a marriage vow be so much of a stretch? Your buzzed mind was questioning it, and you weren’t sure, but you could attempt it. “There may be a way. I’m not… sober enough to think out the logistics at the moment, though. And, unfortunately, I need to retrieve that scroll and return to Asgard soon.”

“We won’t see you again after it’s done.” It was not a question.

“Likely not.” Your smile was thin and contrite. “I can send messages, but they will be few and between. It is all I can do, but I will try my best to stay in contact without Odin knowing.”

Seeing your visit, and conversation, was at an end, Sindri stood from his chair. “I will escort you out, my lady.”

Nodding, you got to your feet and bid Brok farewell with a crouched, awkwardly positioned hug, and a pat on Atreus’ shoulder. You stumbled out the door, the booze not faring so well on your system, and you had to get Sindri to support you to the door and into Yggdrasil. However, something was pressing at your immediate thoughts, and disappointment flooded your body.

“You brought Brok back from the dead.”

“Yes.”

“He has no soul?”

“I… could not go where it needed to be found.”

“I see.”

“You’re disappointed in me.”

“I understand why you did it,” you replied tiredly. “But Sindri… he should know.”

“I know. One day. But not today.”

He parted ways with you at the door to Midgard. He was solemn as you gave him a hug and gave him your well wishes, but your smile was squashed by the idea of going back to Asgard just to see Heimdall’s arrogant face when you returned. The wedding would just be the icing on that metaphorical cake.

But you could not avoid it, could you?

“Huginn,” you called, and it was not Huginn who answered your call, but Munin. And with him, standing loosely by the door to the Bifrost, was Odin, looking not at all as if he should not be present. He was dressed warmly, and wore another face, but you could tell it was him. His expressions seemed to always follow him even in disguise. “Odin.”

When he gripped your arm tightly, you did not make a sound.

“I will consider this a final kindness to you,” he said softly, oh so dangerously. The hairs on the back of your neck rose in warning. “But no more. Do I make myself clear?”

Your throat ached, suddenly, as you answered. “Yes, All-Father.”

“Good.”

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taglist: @versiesleeps

#gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war heimdall x reader #freya x kratos #.perennial

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jaymber · 9 months

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Alright so I’m just gonna spitball some Royce hcs at you feel free to add your own I love your interpretation of him..so I love to imagine under those many layers of clothes along with a bunch of cyber ware he has tattoos maybe of roses (his nickname is an masculine old English version of the name Rose) or maybe some ravens considering he reminds me a bit of Odin what with the one “eye”, beard, aggressive nature yet with a love of music, and of course maelstrom’s affiliation with Norse mythos anyways thanks for coming to my TED talk -ps give Flavio a lil smooch for me as a fellow trans masc I adore him

Ooooh, interesting!

Personally, Royce doesn't hit me as a flower guy, but that about thorns? Or what about their industrial symbolic counterpart: barbed wire?

Could also be a fun concept with damaged insulation from his cyberware... If that wasn't a little too dangerous 😂

As for the ravens, I *love* the idea. I've got in mind some sketch style tattoo, like these, but with a more "Maelstrom design":

What'd you think?

And omg! I don't know enough about Norse mythology, but would Dum Dum be one of his ravens in this metaphor? 👀 (Means someone could make an OC as the second raven over that concept...)

Oops, sorry, enough rambling on my end. Don't have much to add, since most of my HCs about him are trans oriented 🤭

PS: thanks! Glad you do! That lil smooch is sure to make him blush 😌

#anon #royce

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screechingjellyfishnight · 3 months

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Got the post weed and Vicodin shakes. Also we have a mouse living in our smoker his name is Jaques and my stepfather says he can stay because we leave seeds and nuts out for the local squirrels and birds. we even get a Hawk who apparently likes to just watch the squirrels eat. The ravens chase him off quick though. They don’t bother the other birds or the squirrels. They just watch them and eat the peanuts and they watch us while we watch them. I like the ravens. They remind me of my gods. I feel Odin is with me when the Ravens rest on my deck and eat the food I leave for them.

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annachum · 1 year

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Loki x Sigyn HCs ( my MCU fanfics )

. So, we all know that Loki and Sigyn are friends since childhood

. Loki started to gradually develop a crush on Sigyn as they both went into their teen years, when Sigyn is growing from a pretty and curious little girl to a blossoming and courageous teenager

. Their relationship kinda reminds me of Beauty and the Beast and Hiccistrid in some ways btw

. Sigyn doesn't give a flying fuck about Loki's Jotun heritage. However, she found herself having to learn to get over the internalised stigma she learned against other Frost Giants ( rhe Asgardians, Light Elves, Vanaheimrs and Dwarves distrust Frost Giants )

. It was partially thanks to Sigyn that Loki gradually accepts his Jotun heritage and recovers from his period of self loathing ever since he found out his Jotun heritage

. Like other Valkyries and valkyrior veterans, Sigyn regularly wore her hair in braided hairstyles. Braids are signs of power and victory in Ancient Nordic Socieities

. While Loki has got raven hair, ivory skin and ice blue eyes, Sigyn got warm skin, curly auburn nut brown hair, turquoise eyes and an athletic and curvy body

. Sigyn likes baking and she sometimes has baking hangouts with her Nine Realms friends

. She is good friends with Hnossa, Gersemi, Hildegund ( Volstagg's wife ), Anneli/Grace ( Heimdall's wife ) and Sif

. Even after all Loki has done in thor 1 and Avengers 1, Sigyn can't help but still love him and is tremendously relieved when Odin and Frigga can't bear to kill him.

. She isn't above calling out his crap tho, but she tries her best to help him get back on a right track as they mend the seams of their relationship

. Sigyn is an anchor of constancy to Loki's unpredictability and chaos

. After the Massacre of Valkyrie, Sigyn began to wear aurora borealis inspired hair highlights at times to commemorate her mother and those who died in the Massacre of Valkyrie

. Sigyn is more like her mother personality wise btw.

. Her dad is a tall blonde pureblood elf with turquoise eyes ( think kinda like Legolas ) while her mother got dark auburn hair, warm skin and bright brown eyes.

. When she was a kid, Sigyn is kinda insecure of her pointy ears. Loki is one of those who helped her get through her insecurities over her ears

. Loki likes to visit Sigyn's villa in Asgard when he was Loki/Odin. It is a place of solace for both of them when they wanted a break from court dramas and political melodramas and such

. Sigyn loves Yuletide. She loves to help around with the decorating and baking. Loki is alright with Yuletide but tends to enjoy them more whenever Sigyn is around. Bless.

. Loki is great at skating and likes to skate with his Nine Realms cohorts in winter

#loki x sigyn #chaos x constancy #sigyn #norse goddess of fidelity and victory #norse mythology #hcs #mcu

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lorata · 2 years

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in ADUD, post-war, which district 2 victor death do you think hit ronan the hardest? he's always been a fascinating character to me because of how you describe his mindset and it's... so good. i feel like this might be an unfair question in the sense that it's "which of ronan's children does he love most" but i'm curious for your take on it

Ah but that’s an easy one: whichever one he’s reminded of right now.

At the time he didn’t have the ability to feel it, not really. The grief was too vast, too deep, too all-encompassing: like Arthur Dent trying to understand that Earth was gone. Obviously he mourned, but in an awful, hollow way — that ugly, selfish, very real grief that’s for yourself and what you’ve lost, and not really about them at all.

And then of course he stops feeling anything at all for a while, and decides to let himself die, and for a while he very nearly does, but then his dogs come back and he rounds that corner and Misha and her stubbornness slowly, slowly draw him out, and there are apple blossoms in the orchard and a breeze on his skin and your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your sword and slowly, slowly he comes back to life and the grief button is not being pressed 24 hours of every single day

Of course there are the cyclical hurts, the anniversaries of the bombings or Callista's sacrifice or Odin's shooting, or would-be happy anniversaries that now ring hollow (35, 45, 55 years out), but those are communal hurts, and they still have that sense of shared mourning, everyone together, none of them hold more pain than the other.

example:

A raven will call from the trees and he will think of Odin, nineteen years old and proud and so eager to please, nursing a broken winged fledgling back to health with quiet desperation in the hopes those bloodstained hands could heal, and he thinks of the man who died protecting his children to the end and oh, oh he misses Odin most

Artemisia makes him apple crisp, or tries. All the ingredients are there, but the filling's always a little soupy, the apples a little undercooked and the crumble-top scorched. "I'm getting better," she says with second-week Arena determination and a smile a sword would bounce right off. They ladle ice cream over top to hide the burnt taste as Ronan ignores the tightness at the corner of Artemisia's eyes. "She always made it perfectly," she says. "Every time. I know she told me what I'm doing wrong a hundred times, I just -- I didn't pay attention. I was too busy watching her." Ronan scoops a lump of butter-oats-cinnamon and misses Emory the most

"Do you remember that old cartoon," Luna asked him, a year or so before the end, as Capitol propaganda splashes every screen. "The mouse and his family, telling everyone about -- was it Five? With the funny clothes and buildings." "Three," Ronan says immediately as the memory hits. The little mouse taking off his shoes before entering his house, making tea, studying for exams. "Five was ... a fox, I think. Oh, those were strange, but I loved them." After the trials they unearthed the district education animal cartoons amidst old Capitol propaganda; Ronan thinks I need to show Luna before his chest hurts, sharp and startling, and he misses Luna most

and so it goes with all of them. whether it's a big moment (watching Brutus with his adoptive grandchildren) or a little one (the first snowdrops in late winter, Caius' favourite), who he misses most is the one whose loss hits him right here, right now

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: ronan #sorry anon i started this and couldn't finish #figured it was better to post halfway #rather than let it languish in the drafts forever

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jerek · 1 year

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good lord this one's a beast. heimdall oc/canon 3

Nothing had come of the incident with the raven. Except that Heimdall didn’t sleep so easy. He’d thought he had sharp ears before, but now… now, he could hear a sparrow’s wing-beats in Midgard.

One question he’d been asked a few nights ago was still rattling around inside of him: do you read memories?

He didn’t think he could. The closest he came was piecing together what happened to someone based on who they were now: he’d never outright seen an event in someone’s past. Of course, she who’d asked this question was so nondescript as to render the answer irrelevant.

He fancied the idea of reaching further with his foresight, though. Beyond momentary attacks. Beyond intent or strategy, even. The All-Father had him there, he would admit.

No, he was not particularly upset that he didn’t know where Midha came from. If anything, he wondered where she was headed. A solid plan was out of the question. If any decision was made, it would be made for her.

Their latest meeting was at the far cliff, far from the Lodge. On a low outcrop, half-shrouded in mist, one could make out a silhouette.

“You,” he said, “are going to get yourself killed.” He offered a hand, which Midha watched for a moment before taking. “I hope you’re ready for that.”

She stood. She felt even lighter than the boy… hell, she looked lighter than the boy, with all the advantage of height she had.

He sighed. “Am I talking to myself? Exactly what are you doing in broad daylight– where the All-Father can see?”

“Has he seen me yet?”

Heimdall snickered. “You’re funny. Almost as funny in the tongue as you are in the skull.” He walked in a slow circle around Midha, once again taking stock. Wasn’t too often he got to compare Aesir with mortals… and visually, when she was standing still, there was nothing to suggest she couldn’t be immortal.

He liked being behind people. Just off to their side. From that position, he put a hand on her back and looked out into the sea of clouds.

And once again, he had to break the silence. He gave her a little smack on the tailbone: “Lighten up a little!” He paused and added, “No offense.”

For a second, it looked like she might truly be offended by that. And then she smiled.

It was better than being a God. He grit his teeth inside a closed mouth. She asked him: “I guess I’m alright, then?”

“Odin hasn’t mentioned you, no. He’s forgiven mischief far worse… but I’m his most reliable. The worst I’ve ever done is see his ideas through after he forgot he came up with them.”

She made a little noise of acknowledgement. She was… quite unbothered, and it didn’t make sense. No reaction, no anger– he barely knew when she was confused, and only because she wasn’t the type to pretend she wasn’t.

“How come,” he asked now, “you know so many specifics about me, and I only know the broad strokes about you?” He turned to face her, and squared her shoulders to make her face him. “Don’t you think I’d like to hear specifics?”

“I don’t know that you’d believe me.”

There was that cold again. “Judging is my job.” He let his own offense roll over him, almost tickle him, and he let out a single breath’s worth of laughter. “In Asgard, everyone has a role. Your role is to appear to me, to nobody else, and to tell me all the things you won’t tell anyone else! Now…”

He put a thumb to the padding of her lower lip. “Use this mouth of yours. Start with… I don’t know. What’s the last thing you killed?”

She sank deep into thought. Possibilities flashed in her eyes: spectacular tales, all of them recollections of real events. “I’m waiting,” he reminded her.

“A manifestation of N’zoth.”

“Ah. And what would N’zoth be?”

Again, she was thinking of how to explain it. Eventually, though, she settled on this: “One of the first gods on Azeroth. It was… corruption embodied. Parts of it would manifest, and I was sent to cut them down.”

“So she’s a mercenary.” He curled his finger and thumb under her chin. “A living weapon.”

“I’m the part of my employer that does what the rest of him can’t.”

“Who’s the employer?”

She blinked at him. He could tell she was pondering whether or not to tell him. The walls of Asgard repeated around the secret. Don’t tell him, he could–

“Wrathion.”

Heimdall grinned. “Who?”

“Wrathion. A dragon in human form. There isn’t enough time in the day for him to do all the things he needs to do.”

He stroked his own chin, too. He’d have to take better care of his stubble. “It’s a shame you have no will of your own. Poor, boring little wallflower. All the freedom you’ve felt and you waste it living other people’s lives for them.”

Whatever they ate back there, she still had a stash. He could smell it on her breath as he leaned in. Almost like apples… but not quite.

“What is it like? Back on Azeroth?”

Midha watched the cloud-sea ripple. She recalled aloud… “People die as fast as they’re born. They’re born as fast as they die. Every culture is built on the assumption that half or more of us are willing to fight for our living, and so… it enforces itself.”

“That doesn’t sound too unfamiliar,” he said.

“I guess not.”

He tilted his head. “You’re a random, mortal woman. You are… far beyond the reach of any eye or ear of your homeland. And you’re still thinking of doing someone else’s bidding. Why? Why not run away for good?”

A bird chirped somewhere in the distance. All the reasons were swimming around in her head again.

“You know: if you don’t answer me, I might…” He looked at his hand, and watched his fingers walk back up to her lip. “I might just reach in and get those answers myself.”

“To prove not everyone ends up like me.”

Heimdall blinked. “Very noble. It must be awful there, then, but I suppose someone has to get their hands dirty.” He almost turned away then and there: leave her with her thoughts, he surmised, so she might be as hungry for his voice as…

“But you could have been a little more descriptive.” His hand clenched around the sides of her mouth. Her lips splayed in a fishlike pout.

He lunged forward and thumped her head on the stone behind them. He shut his eyes to her, holding her wrists, even as they slid up and down on the rock. Fight, he urged her. Kick like a rabbit.

His mouth ached with how she pressed her teeth. He only let up enough to ask, still halfway down her throat: “What’s that on your breath?”

Some type of fruit, definitely. Rich and dark and dry, but sober. Mortal. Mortal women, at least this one, were decadent: like the cream the cat got.

He wedged his hand between their two faces and pinched her nose. His shoulder pinned her other arm. Their strange dance spun the both of them almost all the way around. It was difficult to dodge like this, when the object was to remain in physical contact, but they ended up roughly where they were before, her skull to the rock, his elbow jabbed into her own, their opposite hands holding above their heads.

She tried to speak. She couldn’t, of course. But somewhere in that muffled, strangled sound, one she had to repeat twice for him to get it, there were two syllables. Heimdall.

His laugh was almost involuntary. He let her breathe: he pulled out and furrowed his eyebrows at the spit-bridge between them.

“It would be so easy.” He wiped his mouth. “Tell Odin myself. Better yet, summon the armies of Asgard down on whatever rift you crawled out of. After all, Midha, I am the watchman. I… am the…”

Heimdall brought his hand to his cheek. There was a tremor in his hand. His cheek was burning. Down his chest, his heart was backflipping, and his gut was twisting. He could read his own intentions too, see himself for what he was.

“Watchman,” he concluded. He stared at her for a long while, but really he was looking backward. Inward. What for, he didn’t know, because whatever it was: he couldn’t find it. Eventually, he had to live in the moment again, and when he focused on her it was as if he’d never seen her before in his life.

Regardless, he crossed his arms and rested his forehead on hers. “Think I should quit while I’m ahead?”

No answer. No thoughts to read. She might as well be his right hand.

He sighed. “You really don’t care whether you live or die, do you?” With a little too much of a shove, he turned away and began to climb back up. “If you don’t hear from me, you’ll hear from the All-Father.”

He had to tell him. Today. Before he found a reason to put it off.

#gow heimdall #midfic

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