#I'm going to mimir now

[dxrkl1ght]

I love them, your honor

@nebuladreamz take your sillies

[cero-sleep]

Resurrected

[lynaferns]

I just decided to tag all my OC art by "oc 'character name'", example: "oc Richard", "oc Drifkrah", so I can find it or people want to find a specific OC of mine. Some OCs don't have names yet so I'll tag in the future.

I also tagged "Lyna Ferns" every art I found where I drew my sona, and "human Lyna" when I drew me irl 👍

[iamespecter]

I KEEP HITTING MY FUCKING RIGHT ARM AND SHOULDER INTO EVERYTHING BECAUSE MY ENTIRE RIGHT SIDE IS JUST A BLIND SPOT THANKS TO THE (STILL PRESENT) PINK EYE

GOD IT'S SORE ALL OVER

[digo3d]

Currently obsessed with the Stressors oneshot so I'm actually gunna turn it into a full story because all of what I want to do in it is too long for a oneshot so yeup

[bistaxx]

Hola soy el verdadero shadoune666! necesito tu tarjeta de crédito y tu dinero porque el twitch me fallo y ya no puedo comprar caramelos :(

Nunca pense que te veria aqui Shadoune666! Soy yo, Luzuvlogs! Ignora que tengo una 'b' en lugar de una 'v', algun loco impostor robo mi nombre antes de que pudiera conseguirlo. Que coincidencia, yo tambien necesito informacion de tarjeta de credito porque Twitch me fallo y ya no puedo comprar caramelos 😔...

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO ACCURATE YES

*Valhalla making Kratos face his Greek past for some unknown reason*

(Also Mímir there for emotional support)

[constellationcrowned]

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

gn

[asp1diske-art]

guess what game i've been playing

(script under cut)

1.

I just- I thought- hoped- that he'd come around by now.

Mm.

2.

Remind me again, lad. How old are you right now?

…? 14. Going on 15.

See, that's the problem.

3.

When you live as long as gods and dwarves do, your sense of time goes fuzzy. You could let a dozen winters pass and not notice. It doesn't really matter when you are hundreds of years old.

What are you trying to say, Mimir?

4.

I'm saying, that this is going to take time. Time on a scale that you can't comprehend at your age.

Oh.

5.

Cheer up, lad. You're a god, after all. You'll probably even live to see it.

…

…Probably.

[r0-boat]

It's me again teehee~

I came with another request for headcanons because I'm thirsty for these men. So, let's imagine that the 5 kings + Belphegor are gonna do the mimir, but suddenly MC just enters into the room in flirty mode, starting to undress and they're wearing lingerie. Loved to see their reaction hehehe~✨

Aaaaahhhggggg

Going crazy for this ask!

Whb Kings+belphegor reaction to S/o in lingerie

Satan

He likes tight ribbon-like fabric that hugs your skin not too tight but just enough to show a little bit of your body pudge. Good Lord he loves pudgy thighs. If he sees just a little bit of that sweet naked body bulging through the fabric he will go Feral.

Speaking of feral you cannot have nice things with Satan. Any clothes he deems nice he will just tear it off your lingerie, especially lingerie which is not an exception. He will toy with the tight little ribbons with his claws slowly cutting it like he's unwrapping a little gift. Smiling like an idiot when he watches your chest or your thighs come free from the snug bindings.

He will still leave some of the damaged and discarded lingerie on you just so he can see you scratched up, marked your ass bruised, and the pretty little clothing now tattered and broken.

That's when he finally takes you, sliding his cock inside but not finishing inside you no... He wants to finish his masterpiece. Instead taking out his cock to stroke until he cums all over your body. If he could he would Take a photo of this you fucked out drunk and beaten scratched and bruised and save it on his phone screen.(He doesn't because you would kill him)

Mammon

One favorite? Why does he have to choose one favorite? Why can't he just buy and have you wear All of them. Yes master That's a good human, that's it, come closer, strip for him and give him a proper fashion show...

He politely asks you to show yourself turn around let him see everything, You may own him but that doesn't stop him from admiring who owns him. He is hard and he knows you're staring so he parts his robes just enough for himself to spring out. He wants you to know what You do to him.

At the end he still rock hard as he gets up to hug you from behind He asks you which one is your favorite. He likes all of them. And he really likes that you put on a show for him. He will definitely do this more often, He does have a third closet he doesn't use for anything so maybe that's where He will put all the sexy clothes and jewels he wants you to wear for him. He only wants you to wear these things because you own them everything he owns is yours.

He wonders how you would look in the fanciest get up not just lingerie He wants you to parade around your wealth in the fanciest of Tartaros parties. Well maybe you should wear the lingerie underneath,hehe

Leviathan

Wanting the tease the demons of envy you tied him up The rope you used to strangle him now tying his wrist so tightly. As a little treat you do have one of those strangulation collars around his neck just in case he gets a little too rowdy. And with a little extra treat a gag in his mouth. He glares at you if looks could kill you would be dead 20 times over snarling as he sinks his fangs into the rubber ball so hard you think it might break.

But his eyes immediately soften when you take off your clothes revealing soft white lace, He drinks you in, His heart pounding in his chest the urge the need to touch you yet not getting what he wants burning jealousy inside him. His mindswarming with thoughts of how long You have worn that underneath your clothes this whole time. You see his mind wandering giving you that look you know so well You pull on his choker.

He can't spit nasty words, He can't tell you to hang He can't break from his strangulation rope to fuck you till you can't stand. All he could do is feel the tightness in his pants tightening more as you break him down with each tug on his choker. He can't even buck his hips when you sit in his lap.

When Levi is done being difficult you finally let him go his eyes no longer filled with resistance dropping his facade to just pure want. When he finally touches you he looks as if he's in a trance.

Beelzebub

You wore that underneath your normal clothes as you went clubbing with him in Abyssos. He didn't even realize you were wearing that He didn't even know because he wasn't taking you to any of the sex clubs. It was just a normal night of fun until his hand slipped underneath your shirt his eyes widened. Now he wish he did to a sex club.

He thought his mind was playing tricks on him at first before dipping down again and... He never took you to a bathroom so fast he practically ripped off your normal clothes his breaths heavy. He has never been so hard in his life! There you are wearing this underneath your clothes The whole time no underwear no nothing just this!

He's upset that he didn't take you to a sex club so he could properly enjoy you but that will have to wait. For now he's going to take you in bathroom. He will push the Lacey clothing aside and fuck you His mouth and tongue running across the fabric.

After the quickie, which wasn't really quick because he lasted multiple rounds. Your clothes are ripped off but he didn't care He needed you back at the castle in his bed right fucking now carrying you in his arms His jacket over you.

Lucifer

You caught him off guard.... How dare you. He didn't even know you could do that. You child of Adam are full of surprises. He expected a lot of things when he turned his chair but not for you to drop your clothes. Sure he should have because you were a whore of a human being/affectionate But he did not expect what you were wearing underneath. The moment he took his eyes off the paper he was holding in his hand then unto you His eyes widened, His breath hitching. He turned around before getting up out of a seat.

You feel as though the end of your holes is near as he slowly walks up to you, He inspects you at first. Making a noise that you've never heard him make before It sounded like a hiss kind of? Or maybe a pur??

He knew the existence of lingerie but he didn't know he would see it's in person today. It is a surprise but to be honest a welcome one But he will have to punish you for your rather bold decision of showing it off in front of him. A punishment he is excited to enact.

Oh don't worry he will make you scream and rise but the lingerie will stay intact. He's having way too much fun playing and feeling the fabric as you ride and scream on his cock. You look beautiful... Like an angel, albeit a lewd one.

Belphegor

Lingerie soft fabric very comfy. Makes you look sexy makes him want to touch you 10 out of 10 would fuck you in his sleep again.

He prefers the lingerie that value comfort over sexiness. He will be obsessed with touching you when you wear that. He wants you to wear more things like that to bed. Being pretty much his teddy bear when you're wearing something He wants to make sure it's soft.

Tho no matter how much he loses sleep when he is trying to press his cock in between your flushed thighs he will not comment on that. Listen if sex helps beleth sleep that it should work on him.

He likes to play with the fabric well he drifts off. Pressing his whole body against you feeling the softness of your body and the softness of the fabric.

[mercurialmalcontent]

I keep turning the events of Tearstone Island going into the Fade sequence over in my head. They're so good, and going in completely unspoiled (and thus un-influenced) with a character who I'd come with with a distinct personality for really enhanced the experience.

Mimir is a person not given to having regrets. He acts with deliberation in almost all things, so when he makes a difficult decision it's after having considered the potential ramifications and what burdens he's willing to live with, should it turn out he chose poorly after all. This attitude was sorely tested after he chose to go to Minrathous to repel their dragon attack rather than Treviso (especially once he learned the Venatori were still able to infiltrate the Archon's palace). The blight that infected the city killed so many innocents and shut Lucanis away from him. It was unfair for the residents to blame him for not being able to be in two places at once, but he couldn't blame them for that, not in the aftermath of an apocalyptic disaster.

It would have been easy to wallow in regret but he set his mind on restitution, as much as he could give.

Tearstone, though… Mimir chose Davrin to lead the second strike team, having every faith that he could lead the others through the blighted areas safely. He asked Bellara to clear their way through the magic gate; despite her continued uncertainity in her skills, Mimir had seen her come through time and time again, and Neve's proposal seemed way too risky.

Bellara and Davrin were like siblings to Mimir, the family he'd never had. Bellara made him smile and made him think and he was immediately ready to give her backup when other people didn't want to take her seriously. Davrin he wasn't sure he'd get along with until it turned out they were on the exact same wavelength (game-wise, I got so much approval his bond level was much higher than anyone else's for most of the game). It was like turning a corner and coming face-to-face with a twin he'd never dreamed he had. Emmerich was Mimir's best friend, but Davrin was his brother in every way except blood.

Then his faith in Bellara lost her, snatched away to who knows where. There was no time to think, no time to do anything but act and ignore the clench of his heart, no time to do anything but fight and fight and fight and not panic that she's not there to be freed. The team battered that tentacled horror's defenses and Davrin distracted her so Lucanis could take his shot-- and then he was gone, ripped apart and dragged into the abyss with Assan screaming after him. That scream rang unending in Mimir's ears as he struggled his way to the dagger before it could rip reality apart -- or was he the one screaming?

Then Solas's inevitable betrayal hit and oh, man. Even though Mimir didn't trust him -- even though I knew better than to trust him -- there was still a crumb of hope that, maybe, maybe he'd work together with us. But no, he claimed Mimir wasn't ready for leadership until he molded him that way, molded him to take his place in that miserable Fade prison. So arrogant, almost mocking! That bleak moment I felt the outrage, fury, despair, and yes, regret that I'd been set up to feel, and it was incredible!

Small wonder it took weeks to get him out of there -- even stalwart Mimir struggled desperately after all of that, asking himself what he missed, what he could have done to save Bellara and Davrin, as I was asking myself that. (I know now that there is no right choice there; it's a moment of sometimes you do your best and still fail.) But the personality he has that I stuck with throughout the game turned out to have been a perfect choice, as the specter of Varric echoed so many of the qualities I'd created Mimir to have.

He's not like Solas. Solas didn't mold shit. When Mimir told Solas he'd do whatever it takes, he meant "whatever the personal cost to myself"; it was Solas's own self-absorbed baggage that he understood it as "whatever the cost to other people."

I'm reminded of the Dark Knight questline in FFXIV, specifically the lv. 70 capstone quest, when Fray -- or rather, Esteem, the Warrior of Light's shadow self -- says, "I've sins aplenty, aye, but regrets? Not so much."

That's Mimir. Whatever his mistakes, whatever his sins, he endeavors to live without regrets -- which means approaching life with a clear head and no excuses for himself.

One more relevant quote from that questline:

Fray: Such is our lot. Such is the fate of all who are born ─- to suffer and to die. Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should. Myste: But what of the lost? Do they not deserve to live again? Rielle: They do. In our hearts and our souls and our memories. No one likes having to say good-bye. But it's… it's a part of life. That's what makes the time we share together so precious… You can't obsess over the mistakes of the past, or you'll lose sight of the future. Of the people still with us, who need us more than ever.

[deftosweet]

GoW Headcanons!!

✩ For now, I will continue writing things related to Kratos (He is not my favorite character at all/j 🙄) So here we go! ✩

Author's note: Before continuing I must clarify that I have not played the entire GoW saga, so these ideas are based on part of what I have seen. If I leave out any details from the canon, please be patient and let me know in the comments! I love learning new things about my hyperfixations!

...

So today's theme is...Cooking! What does he like to eat? Does he like to cook? If so, what are Kratos' cooking skills like?

I honestly think that Kratos is not the most open person to trying new flavors, much less if it is food from someone he doesn't know very well.

Still, I think because of his homeland and the customs there in Greece, I guess it's not too difficult to get him to eat vegetables (This is based on the diets of the Spartans and the information I could get about them). But considering his physique, training, and the cold environment of Midgard meat will be his first choice when it comes to eating something simple.

Ngl, I don't think he likes to cook

If someone asks Kratos to cook something, (And if they manage to convince him) he will probably go reluctantly and mumbling (Something like the deleted scene from GoW 2018: "I'm the fucking god of war..." maybe he would say something like that lmao).

Even so, considering that Kratos, Atreus and Mimir live alone, the most obvious thing is that Kratos must cook what they hunt during the day.

Very simple meals, Atreus and Mimir are already used to it (If Atreus complains, Kratos will probably tell him he'll cook next time 💀).

The type of person who eats slowly. The other people sitting at the table may have finished their plate and Kratos is still there eating.

Picky eater (medium level). If he sees something he doesn't like on his plate he will simply leave it there on the plate, even if he has never tried it in his life (He just like me fr).

Author's note: That's all for today! Thanks for the support, that motivates me to keep writing (I insist on apologizing for any grammatical mistake or errors in the language) See you later in another post!

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Five

Masterlist

The night had passed, without Atreus coming home.

You stayed with the group, waiting for the boy. But obviously, he wasn't return. There was no way he would have made it to Asgard. Is not it? Your gaze rested on Tyr. He spent all his time cooking and locking himself in his broom closet. When was he going to get his act together? You groaned, running your hands over your face. Maybe you had to accept the fact that your husband will never be the same again. Maybe you needed to turn the page and move on.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Kratos and Mimir talking. The Greek God of War entered the room, Mimir hanging from his belt.

"The Norns," Kratos began as he approached Freya. "You found them once. Could you do so again?"

"I could try, but…," Freya began, taking down her herbs to approach the small table. "I don't see how that would-"

"They are the Fates of these lands, are they not? I would know what they know."

“The Norns aren't very cooperative,” you said, approaching the two Gods.

"How can you know it?" asked Mimir perplexed.

"I found them too. And this meeting… wasn't exactly the most pleasant."

"As long as I find them," Kratos replied. “Where do we search?”

“Midgard,” Freya replied. "But if Atreus is in Asgard, there's no getting him back without an army. We should be raising one."

“Yes, nothing like a catastrophic war to improve the situation,” commented Tyr, who entered the room. "The boy seems quite capable, perhaps if you simply give him some time-"

"You are not free of blame here," Kratos cut in, turning to the Norwegian God of War. "You encouraged his foolishness, his… confusion. I do not seek war… but if Odin has stolen my son, do not doubt the lengths I will go to."

“Your nature has always been clear, Kratos…,” Tyr replied calmly before turning his attention to you and Freya. "But you, Freya… (Y/N)… war as a first resort? That's not the women I knew. I hope the Norns can give you the counsel you need. Perhaps mine is no longer of use here. "

Tyr walked away, followed quickly by Freya. Explaining that now was not the time to further divide. You slammed your hands on the small table, cursing under your breath. Tyr was serious? He dared to say that you were not the woman he had known. In rage, you threw the table against the wall. Breaking the furniture into small pieces. You heard Mimir ask you to calm down, but you didn't listen to him. You quickly approached Tyr and Freya. The Goddess quickly stood up upon seeing your nightmarish form. You were angry.

"You dare to say that I'm not the woman you knew?! You dare to say such a thing?! It's not me or Freya who have changed, but you. You are not Tyr. You don't A coward who hides in a broom cupboard, the Tyr that I know, my husband, wouldn't hesitate for a single second to take his weapons to go fight… you were terrified in front of a child who turned into a grizzly. You are the one who decided to go to Asgard when I asked you to stay with me. But no, you went to see Odin and this is the result. 'Besides, there are some things that bother me. You could have escaped from the Svartalfheim mine alone. There were no dwarves and no Einherjars. You could have escaped easily, without causing any harm. not have done it?”

Tyr looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to answer you. The others observed the interaction without saying anything

"There's something you're hiding from us, husband. I don't know what, but I have a feeling it's something we won't like," you say, moving closer to Tyr. “Are you really Tyr?”

"Of course!" Tyr exclaimed as he stood up, forcing you to step back. "You doubt me?"

“Everyone here doubts you,” you replied, gesturing to the others with a wave of your hand. "You may have had a peaceful journey in your youth. But that's no excuse to stop fighting for your beliefs. Even you were against Odin before. Is he manipulating you right now? moment?"

"What?! No!" he replied, stepping back.

“Why are you running away?” you asked, watching as Tyr walked towards the broom closet door.

"I'm not running away! I…I need to be alone," he said, locking himself in his 'room'.

Silence reigned supreme. You took a deep breath, returning to your normal form. Your gaze rested on your comrades. Nobody spoke. Mimir was the first to break the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

"What? Are you going to tell me I'm too hard on him?"

"No, daughter. Far from it. I think he needed to hear it. I'm worried about you… are you okay?"

“Do I have a choice?”

Freya left her seat, approaching you. She placed her hand on your shoulder, advising you to go and rest. She, Kratos and Mimir were going to take charge of searching for the Norns. You nodded, moving away from the group to go and settle in the room that Sindri had set up for you to sleep in. You sat down on the makeshift bed, taking your wedding ring out of your purse, looking at it attentively.

Protection.

Strength.

Love.

His runes which represented Tyr no longer made any sense. Protection, he was no longer capable of protecting anyone. Force, he refused to use it. Love, you preferred not to think about it.

You shook your head, putting the wedding ring back into your purse. You could no longer understand Tyr and it made you more and more angry. You didn't even want to look at him anymore. You sighed, leaning your head against the wall when someone knocked on your door. You left your bed, going to open the door for none other than Tyr.

“Sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, nervously running his hand over the back of his neck. “Can we…can we talk?”

You looked at Tyr perplexed. You felt your stomach twist with unease at the sight of him. You swallowed, moving away from the door to sit on the makeshift bed. Tyr entered the room, closing the door behind him. Because the ceiling was lower, he was forced to remain bent over and had no choice but to sit on the floor to be more comfortable. Several minutes passed without any of you saying a single word. You continued to play with your ring nervously, ignoring the looks your husband was giving you. You sighed, putting your wedding ring back in your purse.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you said, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall.

"Yes… I… I wanted to apologize for what happened when Atreus turned grissly and fled. I was just thinking about your safety and I… didn't think more than that,” Tyr explained.

"You also have some responsibility in this story. I point out to you that you also encouraged Atreus in this direction by telling him about the champion of the Jotnars. Why did you do such a thing?" you asked harshly.

"I think… I had hope that Odin would finally be put out of harm's way. That we would finally be at peace and free from him."

"By a child? Hm! Since when did you become so naive? The Tyr I knew would never have sent a child into the den of the wolf. All he risks is being tortured or else kill."

"Odin does not seem to wish the boy any harm."

"What? Are you serious?!"

“(Y/N)… We've been apart for so long… I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, (Y/N). passed. After what Odin did to you… your wings, your parents, the Valkyries and my confinement, I only dreamed of one thing, finding you, holding you in my arms. arms, kissing you, making love to you, I missed you so much, my love.

As he spoke, Tyr brought his face closer to yours to kiss you. But, to his surprise, you turned your face away, making Tyr kiss your cheek and not your lips. Tyr stepped back, looking at you perplexed at your rejection. You swallowed hard, your heart was beating maddeningly fast and your hands were shaking, but it wasn't from excitement. No, you were terrified by what he had just told you. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine as you felt his lips touch your cheek. You didn't want him to touch you. Seeing your discomfort, Tyr stepped back, watching you struggle.

“(Y/N)?”

"Leave me alone. I'm tired…"

“I completely understand,” he replied, stepping back, but you could hear from his tone that he wasn’t happy about you rejecting him. "I'll leave you alone."

You watched as Tyr stood up, leaving the room, closing the door forcefully, which made you jump. You rushed out of your bed, throwing the window open to stick your head out. Your breathing was erratic, your stomach twisting so much that you felt like you were going to be sick at any moment. You had never felt so bad and terrified by your husband's touch and words.

Odin wouldn't hurt the boy?

The idea of ​​sending a child to certain death didn't bother him that much.

And seeing him try to kiss you and his words made you nauseous.

The feeling of his lips on your cheek disgusted you.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You held your breath as you turned towards the door to see it open to reveal none other than Sindri. You sighed, relieved to see that it was him and not Tyr. You took a deep breath, sitting up and running your hand through your hair.

"What…?" you asked, trying to regain your usual posture.

"I…I came to see if you were okay. We saw Tyr come in," Sindri said, approaching you. "Did he do something…?"

“He tried…but I refused him,” you explained, leaning against the window sill, keeping your head out.

"It'll be okay?" Sindri asked as she approached.

"Yes. I just need a minute," you said as you regained your composure, running your hand over your face. “We still haven’t heard from the little boy?”

“No, still nothing,” Sindri replied with a sigh.

"Hm… By now, he must have already met Heimdall and Thor…"

"If it's true…I…I don't want to imagine what they're doing to him."

"Odin absolutely wanted to have the little boy in Asgard, but why? It's probably not because he was looking for Tyr… but maybe something else. Odin was always proud of his Einherjar army and new Valkyries. There's something we're missing," you muttered to yourself. "He's not going to let Heimdall and his drunken son hurt the little boy until he gets what he wants. But… what does Odin want? Ragnarok. ..? No… pressure on Kratos…? No, I don't think that's it. So what…?"

“(Y/N)…what are you mumbling?” asked Sindri perplexed

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something," you replied, returning to sit on the makeshift bed. "But Sindri… there's something that's been bothering me for a while. Can you explain to me why you decided to help the little boy in his quest to save Tyr? Why weren't you the first tell his father?"

"Well… all the clues we found pointed to Tyr being alive. And I also wanted Ragnarok not to happen, but…"

“The exact opposite is happening and you helped the little boy by making him wrong out of pure selfishness,” you said, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of your eye. "Selfishness, you know that well, don't you? Your brother… you think I haven't felt it? Does he know it?"

Sindri became silent upon hearing your words, her complexion suddenly turned pale. As if you weren't expected to notice. A wry laugh escaped your lips as you glared at him.

"Tyr is not the only one responsible for this child's confusion. You too pushed him into a situation he absolutely cannot control. All this to avoid Ragnarok."

"No!" exclaimed Sindri. "I just wanted to help him… I wanted…"

You sighed as you looked for an excuse. Was he serious? You always found Sindri and Brok selfish. They had helped Odin create the object to take your wings, they had created Mjolnir to impress Thor, they created the Leviathan axe when realizing their mistake with Mjolnir. All this was done out of pure selfishness. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before getting out of bed to leave the room, telling the dwarf to leave it alone. But before you could walk out the door, Sindri grabbed your wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. You looked at the dwarf surprised by what he had just done. He, who usually refused to be touched or to touch anyone, didn't hesitate for a single second and he looked at you with despair.

"Please (Y/N)… don't tell Brok. He… he doesn't know and he shouldn't know," he said, looking at you in despair.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything,” you replied, eyeing Sindri seriously. "It's not my place to tell him. But know one thing, secrets always come out."

You release your wrist from Sindri's hand, leaving the room to go to the main room to see Mimir, Freya and Kratos returning from Migdard.

"I have news," Kratos announced, making everyone in the house gather together. "

"Ooh! Did the Norns tell you how to get Atreus back? Do we have a plan?" Sindri asked, returning behind the counter of his forge.

"The Norns say Atreus will be killed by Heimdall. The plan is to kill Heimdall first."

"Oh. Wow. Okay. Heimdall."

"Kill Heimdall? You have a one in a billion chance of doing it," you said, sitting down on the counter. "You have a better chance of killing Odin than of killing Heimdall."

"What Maud means is… he's never lost… he sees absolutely everything coming… unpopular at parties… this won't be easy," Sindri explained.

"Whatever his advantages. I will overwhelm him with my own," Kratos replied.

“THAT’S the idea!” Brok exclaimed, laughing. “You gotta overpapulate his sense, see?”

"And how do you plan to fight Heimdall. He will absolutely see your every move and he will parry the slightest of your attacks.," you said, crossing your arms on your thighs.

"Don't worry about that! I just got the thing in mind to help him do it.," Brok replied, moving closer to the counter and Sindri. "Sindri! Go get Draupnir!"

You tensed up when you heard the name. You turned to the Huldra brothers, watching them discuss what they could do with Draupnir. You couldn't believe it, so it was them who had stolen this damn alliance which is increasing tenfold. Mimir exclaimed that he knew it was his damn dwarves who had stolen it and that because of them, Odin had blamed him for Draupnir's disappearance. Tyr was quick to make this known, approaching the counter, also repeating that it was the dwarves who had stolen it. As Sindri walked away to fetch Draupnir, Brok explained that they hadn't stolen anything, that they had just taken back a gift that they should never have given in the first place. You couldn't believe it, but was it really that surprising? You sighed, running your hands over your face, massaging your temples which were becoming sore from hearing everyone talking at once. You heard Tyr disapprove of the fact that Kratos was determined to kill Heimdall and that violence was not the solution. You heard Kratos reply that he understood his way of thinking, but that he couldn't leave his son in danger and you heard Freya trying, as best she could, to calm them down.

All of this was really starting to get on your nerves.

You were grateful when Sindri returned with Draupnir. Brok approached his brother, holding out a bag for Draupnir, announcing that he was taking over.

“How long will it take?” Kratos asked as he approached the dwarves.

“We'll have to go to Svartalfheim to get the rest of the materials,” Sindri explained. "Not to mention we'll have to visit: The Lady."

The Lady? She still had her forge after all this time? Although, she has always been an immortal being. You sighed seeing Sindri being relieved by taking out Draupnir and seeing him duplicate himself. Had he almost lost it? Seeing his brother hesitate to put Draupnir in the bag, Brok slapped Sindri's hand, making her let go of Draupnir. Sindri glared at Brok, rubbing her sore hand before turning to Kratos, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready. You watched Kratos, Freya, Mimir and the dwarves leave the house, leaving you alone inside with Tyr, but your husband quickly returned to lock himself in the closet that served as his bedroom. You frowned, getting off the counter and moving closer to the cabinet. You pressed your ear against the door, trying to listen to him, but there was no sound. You moved your ear away, putting your hand on the handle to try to open the door, but it was locked. You groaned, stepping back and looking at the door in confusion.

Why was Tyr locking himself in this damn room?

Why stay locked there for several hours?

It didn't make any sense.

You sighed, turning your back to the door to go back to your room. You stopped in front of your door, taking one last look at the closet door.

Now you were sure, Tyr was not your husband.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

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Why GoWR Valhalla Is Important

Hey. It's me again. This time I'm not yelling about Kingdom Hearts or Drakengard, but I wanted to talk about God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla today and why I think it's important in trauma-centered narratives. This isn't a detailed analysis, just me spitballing.

SPOILER WARNING: There will be spoilers for God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla, so please proceed with caution!

EDITED: 2/26/24

As a brief summary, Kratos spent almost the entirety of GoW 2018 refusing to talk about his past. His guilt, shame, and trauma deeply affected his relationship with his son, to the point where he didn't want to be around Atreus bc he was terrified of being a bad influence on him. It was only when Atreus' life was in danger did it force him to finally admit just a sliver of the truth. Now I don't mean to say that Kratos revealing his godhood wasn't a big deal because it absolutely was, I'm just saying that it's just one piece of a MUCH bigger story. Anyway, he recognized his past mistakes, but the shame was too much for him to openly acknowledge it until damn near the end of the game.

Come Ragnarök, Kratos was pretty much an open book. He had grown SO much in those short years of fimbulwinter: He openly talked about his trauma to Mimir and Freya. He worked so hard to be a good father and a good support system to his friends. He went out of his way to make amends with Freya and restore their friendship. And he fought to restore peace to the Nine Realms.

But come Valhalla, Freya wants to recruit Kratos to be the new God of War of the nine realms, or at least to be a part of the new peacekeeping council that she's putting together. Kratos is extremely hesitant to take up the mantle. He doesn't feel worthy or deserving enough to hold this position given all that he's done. He and Mimir (and later on, Tyr) are constantly going back and forth about it. Both perspectives are completely valid. Valhalla is about Kratos facing his past in a more literal sense; parts of Greece have been manifested from Kratos' memories of it, so it's like he gets to be there in real time again. This is about helping him process what happened and to add some nuance to the conversation. It's like free therapy for Kratos.

It's funny too bc you have both opposing viewpoints being represented. On one hand, you have Mimir and Tyr being the supporting/validating voice, and Helios is the contrarian. Since he's a manifestation of Kratos' memories, he represents the doubts that Kratos has about himself. The harsh voice to show how hard he is on himself, and not without good reason.

The reason why I think Valhalla is so important is bc in media, survivor narratives are often linear. The character just "gets over" their trauma and then that trauma isn't addressed again. It's presented more as a hurdle than a lifelong battle. I guess this goes to show how misunderstood survivorhood is. But that isn't how healing works. We regress sometimes, and sometimes we still mull over the things that have happened to us. We might heal, but that trauma does leave emotional scars. So even after the many leaps and bounds Kratos has made, he's not "over" his past, far from it! It still haunts him every day and every night. Valhalla is Kratos still processing everything. From my own healing journey, I've learned that it takes a long, long time to fully process your trauma, if there even is a "fully", anyway. It takes a long time to learn and understand all the complexities and how it affects you in current day. And it takes even longer to process such a complicated history like Kratos'.

Generally speaking about the idea of processing trauma, I said earlier that survivorhood is extremely misunderstood by the masses. Imo, our society is very anti-victim/anti-survivor. So with that in mind, from the perspective of the audience, some might perceive the processing trauma bit as repetitive or "milking it". These are mediums of entertainment after all, so ofc I understand wanting to put out an engaging story where the audience doesn't lose interest. But screw those ppl lol. We have to understand why we do what we do if we want to do better, and it's amazing that a video game is willing to have these conversations. Being more open about all the nuances of processing trauma, grief, healing, etc will go such a long way.

Even the roguelite gameplay style perfectly reflects this theme. Processing this stuff is slow. It doesn't happen overnight. Unless you're in Valhalla, I suppose.

Okay I said this wasn't a detailed analysis but I lied. I'm a liar now

[the-hufflepuffle]

Incorrect God of War Quotes

(Some from a generator, some conversations I had)

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Kratos: you have to apologize to Mimir

Freya: fine.

Freya to Mimir: "unfuck you" or whatever

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*Sif and Thrud skipping rocks*

Sif: it's such a beautiful night

Thrud: take that you fucking lake

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Kratos: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Atreus: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Freyr: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Mimir: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Atreus: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Freyr: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Mimir: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Freya, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Kratos: had a realization today

Freya: what?

Kratos: someone asked me what I'd do if I had a week to live

Freya: yeah and?

Kratos: I'd go into the woods, die and let the earth reclaim me.

Freya: yeah okay. You'll need to tell me when you're doing that.

Kratos: why, I'm dying at the end of jt its not camping

Freya: it's cute you think I'm a.) Gonna let you die alone and b.) Die without setting a marker for me and Atreus to find and visit you

Kratos, defeated: yes maam

Freya: because we know how it'll go if you do that

Kratos, still defeated: you'll bring me back, and then kill me yourself

Freya: I'm glad we understand each other.

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Freyr: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Freya, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Freyr:

Freyr: fsh

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Atreus : You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Thrud: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

Skjoldr: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Thrud: I made this leather pouch and then I made another one and

Sif: we don't even need a DNA test that's all you

Thor: yeah...I know

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Warflower kid, age 7: Atreus, what are you doing?

Atreus, doing a kids puzzle and teasing: I'm figuring out this puzzle. It's clearly 3 different puzzles.

WF kid: uh... no it isnt

Atreus: prove it

WF kid: okay (finds puzzle pieces) ahem

Atreus: go ahead prove it

*a couple minutes later*

WF kid: see?

Atreus: I guess you proved me wrong bud.

WF kid: yeah I did *keeps playing with other toys*

Atreus: I love you bud

WF kid: I love you too. *turns to look* do you really think it was 3 puzzles?

Atreus: yup.

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Odin: hey, Balder come here. Is this flour or powdered sugar?

Balder: it's flour.

Odin: hiw do you know?

Balder: because I can tell by looking at it?

Odin: taste it

Balder, tasting flour: ew why? What was the purpose? That's nasty

Odin: now you know it's flour.

Balder: I ALREADY KNEW IT WAS FLOUR

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Kratos: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Freya : Peonies, why?

Kratos:

Freya : Were you going to get me flowers?

Kratos:

Freya :

Kratos: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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*watching the new Hunger Games*

Atreus: *looks over at Thrud about to say something*

Thrud: *mocking the little voice saying "enjoy the show"*

Atreus: listen I was literally gonna tell you how we would suck in the hunger games cause we'd be marching in there fucking making fun of the little voice each time it went off

Thrud: honestly yeah. Then I'd kill you

Atreus: what?

Theud: we've discussed this. I don't want you living with the trauma of the Hunger Games. Mercy killing.

Atreus: I don't know whether to be afraid or touched.

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Freya: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Freyr: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

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Freya: and if anything happens we blame Heimdal

Heimdal: wait why-

Freya: you are a smaller version of the man I hate!

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WF kid: how long have you been married?

Kratos: 4 years

WF kid: *big gasp* but I'm 6

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