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björt odinsdottir — 𝐆𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐂

( ♡ ) — 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !?

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Björt Odinsdottir

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄: Bjartr. 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒: ᛒᛃᛟᚱᛏ.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: It means "light, shining, illustrious", though it’s commonly translated as "the bright one" or perhaps "the shining one".

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Last names often end with either -son or -dottir depending on the sex, and the name of the father. This means that their father is Odin.

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: The God of War, The God of Battle Strategy, The God of Violence, The God of Victory, The God of Revenge, The God of Dominance, The God of Sex Appeal, The Fistborn of Odin, The Princess of The Æsir, The Princess of The Jötnar, The General of The Æsir, Pride of The Æsir.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒: Björt Odinsdottir, The Twin of Vör, The Avenger of Vör, The Right Hand of Odin, The Warrior, The General, The Untouchable Warrior, The Annihilator of Armies, Death, The Violent God, The Vengeful God, They Who Fears Nothing, The Beast, The Harbinger of War, They Who Leads to Victory, They Who Disregard Death, The Merciless Nightmare, They Who Yearns to Destroy, They With a Thirst For Violence, The Bright One, The Shining One.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Half God (Æsir), Half Jotunn.

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: Jotunnheim.

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Jotunnheim (formerly); Gladsheim, Asgard (formerly); the Realm between Realms.

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘: Female, Genderfluid, They / She / He.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Bisexual, Biromantic.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍(s): Herrlof ("praise gained at war"), a spear.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Alive, badly injured by Kratos and Odin.

( ♡ ) — 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !?

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6'95 ft / 212 cm.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Ellie Williams, (x), (x), (x), (x)

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Their hair is black, it's straight and nearly reaches their shoulders. It's usually tied in a half up half down bun. It's often found messy and dirty from oftenly being in battles.

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐅: (x), (x)

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have almond eyes, they are dark brown. They appear completely white when they are using their powers.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have fair skin covered with scars, they have bigger ones on their back. They have invisible tattoos, they only appear when their power is on.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have a muscular and lean body, their chest is nearly as big as sif's, they do not have many curves, they have broad shoulders and long limbs.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐅: (x), (x)

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒: Dense eyebrows, deep and serious eyes, imposing stature, lots of body scars.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: Caramel and wood.

( ♡ ) — 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: Themself, Vör, Odin (formerly), Mörn (formerly), Asgard, Jotunnheim (formerly), The Jötnar (formerly), The Æsir, Kratos (formerly), Atreus.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Borr (grandfather), Besta (grandmother), Odin (father), Mörn (mother), Freya (step-mother), Vé (uncle), Vili (uncle), Vör (twin), Týr (half-brother), Heimdall (half-brother), Baldur (half-brother), Thor (half-brother), Nanna (sister-in-law), Sif (sister-in-law), Forseti (nephew), Magni (nephew), Modi (nephew), Thrúd (niece).

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒: Mörn (former archienemy), Odin, Freya (formerly), Kratos, Freyr, Jotunnheim, The Jötnar (overall), Enemies of Asgard (overall).

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒: Mörn, Freyr, Nine Realms Warriors.

𝐏𝐄𝐓(s): Máttr♂, Ásjá♀, Vindr♂, Afli♂, Megin♂, Hegnan♀.

( ♡ ) — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

" Björt's personality blazes with a fierce intensity, characterized by their fiery nature and unwavering determination. They possess a relentless drive that fuels their actions and pushes them to fight for their beliefs. Passionate and quick-tempered, Björt's emotions often ignite like a wildfire, propelling them forward with an almost unstoppable force. Their anger and aggression can be both a strength and a weakness, lending them formidable power in battle but also potentially clouding their judgment.

Beneath their fiery exterior, Björt carries the weight of their scars, both physical and emotional. They struggle to express their feelings, finding it challenging to open up and trust others with their vulnerabilities. This emotional complexity creates a deep inner turmoil that they must confront on their journey. Loyalty runs deep within Björt's veins. They hold steadfast to those they deem worthy, fiercely protecting and fighting alongside them. Their loyalty is unwavering, and they are willing to make great sacrifices for the ones they hold dear.

Björt possesses a sharp mind and strategic thinking honed through years of battle experience. They excel in the chaos of warfare, utilizing their intelligence and instincts to analyze situations swiftly and adapt their plans accordingly. Their resourcefulness and tactical acumen make them a formidable adversary on the battlefield. "

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: Moody, short-tempered, possessive, impatient, selfish, greedy, judgmental, impulsive, spiteful, stubborn, aggressive, cocky, competitive, cruel, egotistical, envious, insecure.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: Honest, trustworthy, intelligent, merciful, charming, decisive, diligent, passionate, reliable, resourceful, confident, sincere, attractive, independent, loyal.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: Swearing, complaining, overworking, under sleeping, lip picking, walking fast, being sarcastic, being unnecessarily aggressive, glaring, over critical, messy.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Working out, training and teaching people, loyalty, independence, praise, nature (forests), stargazing, quiet spaces, being alone, their hawks.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Betrayal, lying, manipulation, lack of control, cowardice, unnecessary violence, blind obedience, overly crowded spaces, overly strict rules, vocalizing their emotions.

( ♡ ) — 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

" Born as the firstborn of Odin, alongside their twin sister Vör, Björt's life began with great expectations and promises. As a half-god (Æsir) and half-Jotunn, their lineage bore the weight of both worlds, intertwining the realms of gods and giants. Björt Odinsdottir's early years were marked by their exceptional intelligence and understanding of violence, war, and revenge. Their talent for battle strategy set them apart from an early age, earning them the title of the God of Violence along other titles.

Their intelligence was unparalleled. Their tactical prowess and uncanny ability to anticipate their opponents' moves set them apart as a force to be reckoned with. However, despite their formidable skills, Björt's journey was not without hardship. They were overshadowed by their twin sister, Vör, who possessed the rare gift of chrono-vision and omnipresence.

Vör's extraordinary abilities attracted their parents' love and attention, especially their mother's, Mörn, this left Björt feeling overlooked and second-best. To make matters worse, Björt suffered abuse from their own Jotünn mother, Mörn, enduring both physical and emotional scars, the scars they carried on their body were not only battle wounds but also reminders of the torment inflicted by their own mother.

Deeper scars etched into their back served as a constant reminder of the pain they endured. In an impulsive moment, fueled by years of suffering, Björt took Mörn's life, but their twin sister, Vör, selflessly took the blame, leading to Vör's exile. In an impulsive moment, driven by years of suffering, Björt took the life of Mörn. But their twin sister, Vör, selflessly took the blame, leading to their exile. This act of sacrifice deepened the bond between Björt and Vör, creating a rift between them and their father, Odin.

From that point forward, Björt's life took a new trajectory. They became the general of the Æsir army, leading their forces with an iron fist and an unwavering determination. Their prowess on the battlefield and their strategic brilliance made them a fearsome opponent, feared and respected by allies and enemies alike.

With Mörn's demise and Vör's exile, the dynamics within the family underwent a chilling transformation. Odin, instead of feeling guilt or remorse, saw an opportunity to exploit Björt's potential and mold them into a powerful weapon. Björt, now the sole focus of Odin's attention, became a pawn in their father's manipulative game.

Odin, recognizing the strength and capabilities within Björt, saw them as a means to further his own ambitions. By showering them with attention and favoritism, Odin aimed to groom Björt into a loyal and formidable asset, molding them into the perfect instrument for his grand designs. The scars Björt carried, both physical and emotional, became the fuel that Odin exploited to shape their loyalty and obedience.

Björt, trapped in this web of manipulation, felt a mixture of conflicting emotions. They yearned for the love and attention they received, yet the shadow of their past and the knowledge of Odin's intentions haunted their every step. They were torn between the desire to break free from their father's control and the fear of losing the only source of validation they had ever known.

In the aftermath of Vör's exile, a tragic turn of events unfolded when Kratos, Freya, and Freyr confronted and ultimately killed Vör. The news of their twin's death reached Björt, igniting an uncontrollable rage within them. Consumed by grief and vengeance, Björt embarked on a relentless hunt, tracking down Kratos, Freya, and Freyr to exact their own form of justice.

The confrontation between Björt and their adversaries was inevitable, and it erupted into a violent clash. Fueled by their seething anger, Björt fought with unparalleled ferocity, unleashing their fury upon their enemies. In a fateful moment, Björt managed to overpower Freyr, dealing a fatal blow that ended his life. The remaining combatants, Kratos and Freya, suffered injuries at the hands of Björt's wrath.

However, the tide of the battle took a dire turn when Kratos revealed a weapon specially crafted to kill Björt. Utilizing this weapon's devastating power, Kratos launched a relentless assault, inflicting severe injuries upon Björt. It seemed as though their journey and pursuit of vengeance had reached a devastating impasse. In the midst of the chaotic fray, Odin, the orchestrator of Björt's manipulative upbringing, emerged onto the battlefield.

Seizing the opportunity, Odin seized Björt's own spear, Herrlof, and launched a brutal attack. The spear, once a symbol of Björt's power and resilience, now became an instrument of their own downfall. The strike from Odin's hand left Björt gravely wounded, teetering on the brink of death. "

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Whether by Fate or Necessity - part 4

Part 4 is ready and up on AO3 here. Please mind the notes: There will be graphic depictions of bodily harm.

Self-indulgent tagging list: @user1286 @baldur-my-beloved @kathrynthekind @let-me-burn-in-peace @dreamingsarana @ivantheomitted @shycandykitty @gdymilosczapukawmedrzwi @casual-espeon

CHAPTER 4 - UNDER

And if you wanna know what it is like below Reach your hand down here And I won’t let you go until you’ve broken through The surface of a tear Kellermensch, Under, 2022

Mimir had been very pleased with his earnings from the day before, and now he wanted to share—all right, fine, gloat, he wanted to gloat – and he decided to invite Sigrún along to the tavern for a drink. He paid a round for everyone present and was animatedly recounting the story of Baldur’s newly acquired invulnerability to anybody who would listen as well as making conjectures about its possible limits, when the door banged open, making the wooden wall shudder.

“Lo, there! Smartest Man Alive!” Baldur quirked his chin upwards. “Care for another round of bets?”

“Aye, little brother.” Mimir smiled and got up from the bench, happy to test a few theories he had brewed up. “What did you have in mind?”

Mimir’s enquiry made Baldur grin with a strange edge of viciousness to it, and Mimir filed the observation away for later. He called for attention around the bar, ready for a little more of yeterday’s friendly competition, but, as it would soon turn out, Mimir became hard pressed to reach the limit of Baldur’s tolerance for pain: It seemed to be endless.

First, Mimir wanted to see who could first bruise Baldur’s skin. Several Aesir volunteered to beat him as hard as they could with knouts and cudgels, but none of them made a lingering mark on him. Thor was also happy to give it a try, and while swinging Mjölnir did leave a bruise, it quickly faded again. Baldur merely laughed, but a bit too intensely, Mimir thought. He noticed that the supposed mirth didn’t quite reach Baldur’s eyes, but he said nothing about it.

Then Mimir proposed trying to break Baldur’s bones, but it had to be done by a god with enough strength, which became evident when several Einherjar gave it their best, and still failed. Thor gamely obliged to partake in the bet, but his elation soon petered out, when it became obvious, that no matter how or where Thor broke Baldur’s body, even with the increasingly gruesome angles with which Thor had laid Baldur out, the latter only laughed harder and harder at Thor’s efforts.

“What a wimpy, slow-witted, lardass bonehead you are! Is this supposed to be your best? No wonder the All-Father only gives you the dumb assignments!” Baldur sneered at Thor, even as Baldur’s lower arm flopped awkwardly as he gestured at his older brother. Heimdall snickered at the insult while Thor huffed irritably.

“Whatever, you little prick.”

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It wasn't simply a bard! It was Orpheus, son of Apollo, the musician of the mortals. He fell in love and then married a nymph called Eurydice.

The thing is that Aristaeus, a minor god (also son of Apollo), was also in love with her so he tried to assault her (the day of her wedding), but she ran away and she stepped on a snake, who killed her. Orpheus went to the Hades and conviced the god to help him, making a deal with him, and so on.

After the second death of his wife, he fell into a depression, he ran away and ended up being killed by the Maenads (female creatures related to Dionysus).

pspspsp i am asking u to info dump about greek myths rn bc i never got into em when i was younger bc i didnt know where to lear about them sooobbbsss

I FORGOR

okay so uhhh just a disclaimer while i am a greek mythology enthusiast i am also not a reliable source AVSJA and i mostly like. stories from different sources and different interpretation. like when i see a myth i like to just take it and be weird abt it

my favorite example: icarus. from the main source, he's the son of dedalus and they got locked in his father's labyrinth, right. and dedalus made wax wings for icarus, and warned him to not get too close to the sun, otherwise the wings would melt. but icarus did it anyway, and fell into the sea

on the other side you have 2 icons for the sun: apollo, the god of sun and arts, and helios, the literal allegory for the sun, who rode the solar chariot every day (hence the rising and setting sun).

what drew icarus to fly too high was hubris, kind of the arrogation of mankind & its consequences (im rly dumbing it down bc i myself am dumb btw. and french so. words. excuses). but i like to involve apollo and/or helios in that, and to extrapolate a lot, often with the common trope of love (not necessarily romantic or sexual) between a deity and a mortal. ik a lot of people who are into mythology (especially in the spiritual sense, but not just them) hate the "fandomification" of myths but i personally like being silly about it and actually often draw parallels between (extrapolated) myths and ocs and/or characters. icarus/apollo/helios make me think of xiaoventher for example!!! so im 0% normal about them:)

anyway yeah the main point is that my enjoyment of greek myths is kind of surface-level, i could brainrot abt certain stories like narcissus and echo but i might start vibrating out of existence. also find hades and persephone to have an amazing story but it was slightly ruined by the comic lore olympus 💀

however a few funny things imo: hephaistos (not 100% sure that's his name in eng.....) was so ugly his own mother, hera, threw him off a cliff as an infant. zeus has to put him in his calf to let him kind of heal??? athena was also born fully grown and with her whole armor from zeus' HEAD. insanity

BUT YEAH IDK I LOVE IT but i also have a very bad memory so. i did get a whole class studying the gods 2 years ago tho, that was so cool. but i never read percy jackson 😔

tbh id say reading ovid's metamorphoses that's really good!! it's kind of an anthology with a shit ton of myths, and one of the most popular sources so i rly love it <333 and there's also the iliad and the odyssey for troy's war (with namely achilles, ajax etc) and odysseus' journey from troy to his wife and kid. it's kind of hard to read imo, but sort of the base material so ZBDJZN

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Whether By Fate or Necessity - part 2

Here's chapter 2 of my Baldur-fic already, because I can't wait, apparently :D

Self-indulgent tagging: @satanoceanic @user1286 @baldur-my-beloved @casual-espeon @mossmanismoss

CHAPTER 2 - BAD SIGN He knew something was off, because of the way she had begun looking at him.

At first, Baldur thought whether his mother, Freya, was afraid of him, because her eyes widened with fear every time that she looked at him, and because she often seemed occupied by her own thoughts when they spoke, trailing off or asking him to repeat himself, all the while she continuing to steal glances at him, at the windows, the doors, all exits or entry-ways. Once, she even jumped when someone entered the room unexpectedly; afterwards Baldur felt a little sorry for the person she had then snapped venomously at. But of course, Baldur knew that couldn’t really be the case; why would his own mother be afraid of him?

Maybe she wasn’t actually afraid of him, but afraid for him, but he couldn’t possibly fathom why.

The nervous looks started after Baldur had visited her recently. He was sitting down as his mother stood behind him, pulling out the metal beads from his hair and undoing his braids. He liked to keep both his hair and his beard neat, and even though he was perfectly capable of doing it himself, he liked letting his mother do it. She doted on him, he knew – everybody knew that – and he was cognisant that it brought her a kind of motherly joy to be part of the small things in his life. For this reason, he knew that she liked to be needed, and therefore he had specifically asked her to do it for him.

When Baldur was younger, he had thought his mother’s attentions half-way egregious and he felt very much like she was effectively smothering him. To top it off, he had also thought it completely embarrassing, especially if someone else caught him being groomed by his mother. It was bad enough that his father, Odin, would chastise Freya for molly-coddling him while Baldur was still in the room, and thereby indirectly calling him a sissy, who was riding his mother’s coattails, but it was worse still if Thor or Heimdall saw her fussing over him.

“Aww, look at the ‘ittle wittle baby!!” Thor would pucker his lips condescendingly and distort his voice as if imitating a small child, much to Baldur’s chagrin.

Of course, Heimdall wouldn’t be far behind; he rarely was when he sensed a chance to bully his younger brother. Heimdall had often said things that made Baldur feel bashful and his cheeks burn red, but the worst time was once, when Heimdall said nothing at all, but just stared at him while Freya cut and braided his hair. Heimdall was just leaning against the wall, nonchalant and aloof, one foot propped up behind him, all the while staying silent and keeping intense eye contact with Baldur, a mocking smile playing around Heimdall’s lips. Baldur was arrested by the strange swirling of the Bifröst in his older brother’s eyes and hadn’t been able to look away, only feeling more and more exposed the longer Heimdall stared. Baldur kept waiting for him to say something, and the anticipation somehow made it feel even worse. Finally, Heimdall snorted in derision before he pushed himself off the wall to leave.

“Bye, little brother,” Heimdall said as he left.

After that Baldur wouldn’t let Freya braid his hair for a long time.

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Whether by Fate or Necessity

First chapter of my fic ready to read on AO3 about my sweet, sweet boy, Baldur, as he painstakingly loses his sodding marbles!!! The story (in full) will offer gratuitous smut and a lil' fluff, a little brotherly bickering, more smut, loooots of angst and a bunch of gory and obscene self-harm that I REALLY enjoyed writing - dunno wtf is wrong with me in that department. Please mind the tags in AO3 though. Link's above, the beginning's below - come on in, settle down and get comfy, second chap will be up SOON. CHAPTER 1: THE LIGHT

Sometimes you gotta live in darkness You gotta feel a little pain Just to know that you are still living Kellermensch, The Light, 2022

Baldur woke up abruptly to the rays of the sun in late winter creeping across the woodwork. His skin was clammy and his thoughts obscure and grim, like they were reluctantly letting go of an unsettling dream. As his eyes focused on his surroundings, he felt disoriented as well: This wasn’t his room at The Great Lodge in Asgard. The next second, he blinked and sat bolt upright, tense and wary, pulling along the furs that had been covering him.

A soft sigh next to him fully jolted him back to reality: He wasn’t at home, of course, but had spent the night with Eike in her small house, staying the night for the first time. He gazed down at her, a soft expression on his face as he studied her sleeping and restful features, as well as appreciating how his pull on the furs had exposed some of her body to the morning chill. He reached over and traced a finger over her skin, from her throat, over the top of her chest and down the side of a breast, smiling slightly at the goose bumps he raised. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her collarbone before covering her back up. He gave her a last lingering look, then got up and began to dress himself.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” She wore a lazy and contented smile as she eyed him.

His blue eyes met her brown ones, and he smiled crookedly at her. “I’ve got to go,” Baldur said, but the work of tying his linen sashes and broad leather belt slowed noticeably. Eike’s eyes glittered and she pursed her lips knowingly as she threw the furs back in an invitation. He grinned appreciatively at the naked sight of her but forced himself to turn away, head shaking slightly to bolster his resolution. Although he wouldn’t exactly say that he feared the All-Father, he was aware of a certain (high) degree of apprehension he felt in regards to him, and as a rule it was better to not provoke him unnecessarily.

“The All-Father has work for me,” he said, trying to put resolve into his voice as he tightened and wound his belt properly.

In a few short steps, Eike was up and standing behind him, trailing her deft fingers down over his back and digging under his sash to pull his linen shirttail out. He sighed in mock-exasperation, but couldn’t help but close his eyes at the sensation of her hands, now directly on his skin, as they possessively stroked the length of his back, upwards and then down again, before wrapping around his middle beneath the shirt. Baldur placed his hands over her arms on his stomach as she rested her head against him and hugged him from behind, and for a few moments they stood like that before Baldur turned in her arms.

She was such a small thing compared to him, but then all Midgardians were small compared to the Aesir. She was all rounded curves over strong limbs; round breasts, round stomach, round ass, and a pair of amazing round thighs that were great for wrapping themselves around him, or straddling, or—

“Hey, back to reality, there,” Eike teased as she draped her arms around his neck, having to stand on tip-toes to reach. She was plaintively arching up against him, trying to tempt him with her nakedness, and, if the flare in his eyes was anything to go by, it seemed to be working. Baldur bent his head to capture her lips in a slow kiss, which she was eager to deepen as her fingers snaked into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Mmh, let me say goodbye to you properly. Give you a good start to the day…”  [...] Read the rest here, please and thank you ;)

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first lines prompt no. one.

who decides whether a truth is the truth, and a lie is a lie? it's our subconscious - and whether we may believe what it tells us, it's not always correct.

source : me !!!

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✨ Týr vs Thor ft. babybro Baldur ✨

notice how hard I take care to omit heimdall existence

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Can’t survive the triple threat

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Braiding Baldur's hair and beard.

Pairing: Baldur x Gn!Reader

Summary: Spending some time with Baldur while braiding, both his hair and beard.

Warnings: Baldur's not dead, he isn't cursed, OOC Baldur, fluff, maybe one paragraph a little heated, bad english.

Words: 1k (super short)

Heyyyy!! So sorry that this ended up being so short, but I just needed to write this idea down. Beware of my bad english and my cringy writing. I don't know how to write. Also I wrote this at like 4 am so if there's anything incoherent, sorry!!!

It was a calm and sweet morning. Birds were chirping and the sounds of the river next to your house were pretty calming. Everything seemed to be at peace. That was until a sudden knock at the door was heard.

Your heart leaped from excitement, hoping to see a certain someone. You ran to the door trying to make no loud noises, so you wouldn't seem that eager, you opened the door.

Surprisingly it was your lover, Baldur. In the past he wasn't able to feel anything thanks to a curse casted by his mother in hopes of preventing his fateful death, which would cause a tragic event, the Ragnarok. But now he was free.

"Missed me?" He said, opening his arms.

You didn't need any other sign to jump to his arms. He had been out a pair of days with the goal of hunting enough meat, so he wouldn't need to go again for a pair of weeks.

"Obviously, love. How could I not?"

Now that he could feel everything he couldn't help but have his hands at all times around you. He looked like he wanted to feel everything he didn't in 100 years just by touching you.

"God, you look ravishing today, sweetheart."

"Just for you, dear."

"Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?"

You couldn't help but giggle, a blush started to appear in your cheeks, thanks to being hugged by him, he wouldn't notice.

Even if you were still hugging him and you couldn't see his face, you could hear a smile in his voice. A smile he seemed to always have when you were near him, maybe you were flattering yourself.

You broke the hug "Would you sit here, honey?" You pointed at a chair "I want to braid both your beard and hair, they seem to be really messy.

"No need to ask twice, love."

In an instant he was seated in the chair mentioned earlier, with an eager smile he waited for you to braid his hair, something that he loved.

He always asked for you to braid his hair and beard, as he was quite a mess, or maybe it was just an excuse to feel your touch, he was quite a touch starved man, he still didn't need to make excuses, you would gladly do it.

You began braiding his brown hair, which was surprisingly soft and clean, even if he was such a mess he still maintained his hair quite well.

"So how was your hunting trip, love?"

"It was good, but not as good as expending the day with you, darling." He never failed at making you smile, god this man was going to be the death of you.

"Stop teasing, love. Remember who is holding your hair right now." You tried to sound jokingly more threatening.

"If you pulled my hair, I would not complain." He giggled teasingly."In fact, I would enjoy it."

You tried not to imagine what he would look like begging to have his hair pulled, or really any type of skin impact, he really was that pathetic. Your thoughts were interrupted by a question.

"Are you imagining it or something?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"You're getting quite defensive, so it must be true."

"What?! That's not true!"

"You are more dirty minded than I thought, sugar."

Man, he loved to tease you. You were completely sure it was his favorite activity. You would never admit that you enjoyed it as well, it was fun.

Now that you have finished braiding his hair. It was now the turn for his beard, which was not as well maintained as his hair. For this to happen, he needed to be facing you.

Instead of you heading his way, you turned the chair to face your way. Instead of surprising him, it only made Baldur smile wider. You moved a chair in front of him, and sat in it.

He wondered how could such an insignificant act make him feel so giddy, the thought of you taking care of him could make him so flustered. He wouldn't confess it unless you asked. He would give you everything you asked for.

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Just thinking 'bout why would you love me."

"Well, at first I thought you were quite an asshole." 

"Love that compliment, sweets."

"But" You paused for a moment, before continuing "I must admit that you being incredibly pretty made your personality more bearable."

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?"

"Always have, love."

You couldn't help but stop braiding his beard, just to close the gap between your lips. He had the ghost of an unknown sweet liquor in his lips. His arms began creeping up your back, in a way that could be compared to a snake.

The kiss was desperate and messy while being extremely sweet, by the way he kissed you, it seemed as if he wanted to give you all his love in such a short period of time.

As the kiss developed and the oxygen began to be needed, you broke the kiss to catch a breath. In response he closed the unexisting space between your bodies in fear of you running away.

"Love, I'm not going anywhere."

"Then why did you break the kiss?"

"Would you prefer kissing a corpse?"

"Why would I!? Wha- Oh, right, sorry."

"Now, may I continue braiding your beard?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

He softened his grip on your back so you could move freely, but he still had his arms laying on your hips. You were now trying to finish braiding his beard while sitting on his lap.

While you were giving it the last touches you heard him giggle, it sounded both sweet and childish. You wanted to know what caused him to giggle out of the sudden, but you still had to finish it.

God you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to ask what was the cause that made him gift those sweet sounds to you. But as your goal was to braid his hair, you had to keep fighting it.

Now that you were done and his giggles didn't seem to end, you questioned him with a curious look plastered on your face.

"What's the matter, love?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"It must be something if you are giggling so hard."

"I just love the face you make when you concentrate. It's terribly adorable, dove."

"Oh."

You felt your face heating up. You were sure that a blush could be seen in your cheeks. He seemed to notice it, and looked really proud of himself.

"Love your reaction, sweets."

"God, why do you have to be smug and sweet at the same time?."

"It's part of my charm, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I love you, dear."

"I love you too, sugar. Always have and always will."

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right now i'm on the proccess of creating a baldur fic, here from 4 to 6 am with just 840 words. i don't think i'm good at this and i think i'm making him a little too babygirl. 😍😍

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Okay, this storyline when Atreus goes to Asgard looks something like this

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why does it has to be so fucking true 😭😭😭

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when you love characters that everyone rightfully hates just bc you deep down feel like you are unlovable 😍

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i'd probably fit in better with a bunch of cats.