#Odin you bastard

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY CLASSIC JAPANESE CINEMA, OLD MAN!

Or, Sanjuro as an Odinic figure; a discussion.

Warning for spoilers for Yojimbo (Akiro Kurosawa, 1961)

So. Sanjuro has a number of parallels with portrayals of Odin in Norse Myth, and the plot of Yojimbo contains several points that would not be out of place in a story about Odin.

To begin with, they are both wanderers. Odin has a number of Heiti associated with the role, while when we meet Sanjuro, he is travelling the Japanese countryside alone, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his sword.

They both also, in their wanderings, have a dependence on the hospitality of others. This may, in part, be due to the regions and time periods they are indigenous to having a culture of hospitality, but I would argue that simply strengthens the parallel.

Their treatment of people is also determined by the hospitality they receive.

The Farmer who is Sanjuro's first encounter provides water at Sanjuro's request, but is too busy berating his wife for their son's decision to run off and join the Gamblers to share it with Sanjuro or give him any sort of greeting, and so Sanjuro leaves without a word to him.

The water is repaid, towards the end of the film, when Sanjuro spares the Farmer's son, but they never meet or converse over the course of the film, and Sanjuro mocks and insults the youth before sending him home ("Children should not play with swords.")

The Constable too, approaches Sanjuro upon entrance to the town. He gives information, informing the Samurai of the principle players in the town, and of the opportunities available to an obvious fighting man, but then demands payment. Sanjuro ignores him for most of the duration of the film, only to instruct him to kill himself at the climax.

It is Gonji, who owns the restuarant in town, who shows Sanjuro hospitality, offering rice, water, and sake, and not withdrawing the offer when he learns Sanjuro cannot pay. Instead, he instructs Sanjuro to leave, for his own good, because there is nothing but trouble in the town.

It is this hospitality and concern for a stranger's wellbeing that leads Sanjuro to decide to clean up the town. A clear similiarity to Odin's tendency to wander disguised as a vagabond and reward or punish hosts depending on how they treated him.

Another example of this is his response to overhearing Seibei and Orin plotting to have him killed rather than pay him. It could be argued that he already intended to double-cross them, given that this occurred after he had decided to clean up the town; it is just as likely that he was expecting them to plot against them when he made the offer to work for Seibei. Which would also be a very Odinic move.

Sanjuro's handling of the feud between the two Gamblers and their organisations also mimics Odin's behaviour in various Norse myths. His guidance of the conflict by controlling the information available to both parties (As when he discovers Uchitora's complicity in the murder of the Imperial Inspector, sells the evidence to Seibei and then informs Uchitora that Seibei has the evidence) mirrors Odin's approach to those he chooses to favour temporarily.

And much like Odin's favourites, when Sanjuro withdraws his favour, he does so suddenly, without warning, and makes sure everybody knows about it, before settling in to watch the chaos.

TL:DR, a stranger wanders into town. Decides he is going to repay hospitality in kind, whether the principles want him to or not. Through the magic of lying, cheating, and excessive violence, he resolves circumstances in such a way that those who showed him hospitality are better off, and those who wronged him are dead and suffered the entire time it was happening, without any idea who encompassed their downfall until the very end.

Am I talking about Odin, or Sanjuro? Both? Both. Both is good.

[tamquira]

An older fanart, but one I'm still pretty happy with! Love this bastard's design, so i had to draw him.

[jjoelswatch]

“Anyone can have a blind spot when it comes to family. Some only learn the truth in the hardest way.”

 → The Realms at War  

[creature-wizard]

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Behind The Bastards

[roshambo05]

So I decided to rewatch RTTE because I felt like indulging in some childhood nostalgia. A few things to note:

- Snotlout and Fishlegs are dating. Good for them.

- The twins are the best characters. Still don't know wtf a boar pit is.

- I know those are supposed to be dragon scales on Ryker's shoulder and arm pads but they look like turtle shells I'm sorry--

- Actually good disability rep?? Hello??

- Hiccup how tf are you still alive?

- "Toothle plama bla" is perhaps the funniest thing in any piece of media ever.

- On the subject of Gruffnut: There's another one???

- How does Tuffnut know so many languages? Did these languages exist in this time period? If so who taught him? Is Tuffnut Odin in disguise? Would that make Ruffnut Loki?

- Hiccup is AuDHD. No I will not be taking comments at this time.

- Where tf did Hiccup get his dragon blade in midnight scrum? Why did he not use it to free himself or fend off his attackers? Also, on the subject of midnight scrum, how is this boy's neck not broken??

- I stan one (1) Heather the Unhinged. Go off queen. Feral bastard child.

- Ruffnut is actually super smart?? And cool?? What??

- I did not watch the series before this one so Dagur's entrance confused me so much at first. Who is this man and why does his beard look like that?? Please shave.

- Gonna punch Snotlout's dad. Gonna kick his fucking ass.

- Why is Viggo so aggressively British? And why is his brother Scottish? Come to think of it, there is no consistency in any of the accents.

- Sir, that is not a dragon, that is a Pokémon (you know exactly which dragon I'm talking about don't pretend you don't know)

[kimi-karma]

My attempt at fallen children undertale ocs (Part 2, [6/6] Wahoo)

Did I let myself go a little crazy with this half? Maybe. Did I stop myself from adding too many details? Barely 😔 Anywho, these are my weirdos. I care for them deeply

Bonus: They’re all here!

Fun fact of the day: Cheri has a pet frog named Odin

FAQ: Who is your favorite?: Favorite? I love them all equally. How could— It’s Cheri.

FAQ: Who was the hardest to make?: Uvie 😃💔

Shoutout to @squidpedia again for convincing me to try this. You bastard❤️🫣

[chaostroberry1]

Hi! Can I Request a dom! Poseidon and or Hades x female sub!wife reader who is sweet/shy, and kinda oblivious, and they just got married and are trying to navigate their life together as newlyweds. I think logically they would have na age gap as well because I believe (could be mistaken in Poseidon’s case) that their wives were younger than them in the myths. If you could make them dotting towards reader too (bit colder than the depths of the sea/Underworld to everyone else), I just really want a sweet obsessive take on their relationship without them being too ooc if this makes sense. Kinda like they fell for reader and they fell harder almost Yandere level obsessed with her. I really loved your Hades x male reader but really want to see you take on this if it’s not too much to ask. I hope my word vomit makes sense.

This is such a cute idea 😆 thank you!

Note : hades and Poseidon are not romantic/ or shipped to each other! ⚠️ I do not support incest. They are only romantic towards reader, but not each other. Cus they are brothers. They only have love towards their darling.

Hades + Poseidon × reader headcanons.

- tbh, how on earth did you bag not one, but TWO of the strongest gods there is? That's crazy...😭

- not only did you get hades, but Poseidon??? Now you must have accomplished some sort of feat to earn him. Or you were just very loved by the gods. Let's all nod our heads in agreement.

- Considering that there are two of them, gotta say that you take turns being with each of the two.

- it's not very tiring, at least you get a free ride to the underworld and the sea each time you are transported. For example, one day you go to hades, the next day you go with Poseidon. Easy.

- but, it's not always like that. They've insisted on taking you into their own place. but to make things fair, you'd be staying in a completely different home.

- actually, you know what? To make things funnier, what if you were Odin's daughter/daughter figure? You'd be staying with him instead. You have your own room in his place, away from those...bastards..or that's what he liked to call it.

- Like imagine the faces of your beloved darling's when they find you missing. Now that? That really sent them berserk. Harsher and colder than usual, and absolutely will not stop until they found you. Until they did. In Odin's place.

- Bro they all had a staring challenge I swear on my left toe. Like imagine Odin's face when he opens the door to find two gentlemen standing there pissed. And he just responds with "what can I do for you?" With a bitch face.

"I'm here to look for my wife"

"OUR wife, Brother."

"same thing."

- Odin took that personally.

- he was about to say that you weren't there, until you immediately showed up. Your presence filling the room to be more breathable and fresh. You ran over to them happily, embracing them with open arms.

- but let's just say you were pretty oblivious to the death glares they all pointed at each other, a silent warning not to touch you.

- but now let's move on to random ass headcanons I thought about.

- one time a guy called you cute and you never heard from him again. I wonder what happened..

- naughty time with these two is literal heaven. You'd be full in all holes bruv. Do not lie to me, I know what y'all are 🙄

- there would be times where they both have to combine their interests to pick out a dress for you. Believe me, your room is full of so many gifts from both the gods. Trinkets, dresses, jewelry, fancy useless stuff that you find pretty. ANYTHING.

- I can just imagine how sweet and nice they are towards you. someone else tries to talk to to them, they are as cold as the deepest depths of their realms. The moment you enter, they turn their whole personality 360 degrees from what they just displayed earlier.

- and no they will not take flirting from others lightly. A nymph approaches Poseidon? He'd be like, "I'm not interested." Hades?"I'm busy, kindly do not disturb me."

- they aren't really fond of wearing rings, but they do anyway. It's proof of their hold over you, and how they love you lots. You cook for them (or at least you try) and clean around the place.

- you were literally housewife material, maybe a mother one day. At least they hope.

- and as long as you stay, they won't inflict too much harm on anything or anyone. Unless it did smth to you. Let's not talk about it though.

- and yeah.

[hamyheikki]

Honestly, I love the implied history and relationship between the Anderson brothers, Door and Ahti. Old, respectable gods, the lot of them. And yet the dynamic between the three seems to be:

Odin: You took my fucking eye, you bastard!

Door: You tore my family apart! Drove me away from my child!

Tor: YOU were supposed to leave our family alone if we helped you! That was the deal!

Door: Such grudges! Wouldn't it make more sense to bury the hatchet for the good of Tom -

Tor: Gonna bury it in your skull, you fuckin' sneaky little -!

Ahti:

[bones4thecats]

➸ Frontline; RoR! Thor × Goddess! S/O

Characters: Thor A/N: This was so cute to write. It turned out slightly different than intended, but I like it regardless. Anyways, enjoy! ➥ Summary: When sent out to deal with a newly developed Jötunn invasion, Thor runs into a new Goddess. Could this be the start of a beautiful relationship? Or possibly the start of a tear in the Norse Pantheon?

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🌩️ While the Gods discussed in the room, a large-figure walked down the halls. There was no sign of a smile on his face, complete darkness covering his eyes as everything evolved

🌩️ It was a mere few days ago that the Norse Pantheon received news that the Jötunn had invaded once again. The Gods was fearful that they could possibly overpower the not-nearly experienced fighters around and possibly destroy everything in their paths

🌩️ The God of Thunder and his father on the other hand, declared that it would be pointless to just sit by in fear and leave any room open for the large-monsters to come in through. Odin had told his son to ready himself for battle in the next few days

🌩️ Thor just nodded and stood, grabbing his hammer, and walking out of the room towards the exit. He knew what his father meant. Hunt those bastards down and end them as fast as you can. And disobeying his father and missing such a fight is something Thor just couldn't do

🌩️ As he walked through the forests surrounding Asgard, Thor heard something from afar. Looking upwards from the ground, his hood slightly moved from the wind. Above the treeline was a decent amount of large, disfigured heads. It appears the Jötunns were closer to Asgard than he initially figured they'd be

🌩️ Gripping his hammer tighter, Thor jumped in the air. Every swing resulted in bursting one of the monster's heads, causing blood to splash everywhere, even on the God, as he swung

🌩️ Thor had managed to take down many Jötunns, but there were even more than predicted as well. Around maybe tens of hundreds. Honestly, it was impressive how they managed to jumble together with enough brains to not try killing each other for walking the wrong way

🌩️ The God of Thunder narrowed his eyes and threw his weapon at the giants. It had gone through nearly six of their bodies before it was knocked away by one of the Jötunns. Thor's eyes widened in surprise and caught the flying-hammer quick enough so it wouldn't fly off

🌩️ He looked at Mjolnir and furrowed his eyebrows, glaring down at the monsters with growing fury. They had never, ever, been this hard to deal with. They must have been evolving from the many years of the Gods taking their kind out for trying to take them out themselves

🌩️ All of a sudden, one of the Jötunns dashed to make it above Asgard's walls, but, before Thor could get there, its head exploded. But, instead of there being Odin, there floated a woman

"You need some help there, dear?" The female said.

🌩️ Oh great. And she was arrogant.

🌩️ Thor huffed slightly and threw Mjolnir at another giant's head, making it smash and blow blood everywhere. The woman just smiled and jumped out of the way easily, though she did manipulate the branches of a nearby tree to come up and block the blood with its leaves, successfully saving Asgard from cleaning their streets and buildings of the red-bodily fluid

"Not a talker. Understood." She joked.

"You dare oppose the Jötunns, Goddess? We will have your carcass for such a grievous insult!" A Jötunn yelled.

🌩️ The woman with a ponytail smirked and laughed, her hand covering his eyes as she leaned backwards

"I'd like to see you try laying one of your mold-growing hands on me."

"Why you-"

🌩️ Thor blinked in surprise again as you cut the beast's hand off with your sword, making it wail in pain as you smirked larger and began to cut its face apart happily. You were just as, if not more, sadistic when fighting like Thor was

🌩️ When you finally stopped harming the Jötunn, you looked up at the rest, who just gulped and ran off in fear. You had made them flea with just knocking down one of them without any mercy. He'd have to take some notes there

"Anyways, now that this is over," you began, looking up at the God above you. "Aren't you gonna introduce yourself to the little-lady?"

🌩️ Nodding, Thor held out his right hand, transferring Mjolnir to his opposite, left, hand out of habit.

"I'm Thor, God of Thunder of the Norse Pantheon and son of Pantheon-Leader, Odin." You smiled and shook his hand happily, slightly bouncing as he watched.

"Well, Thor, God of Thunder of the Norse Pantheon and son of Pantheon-Leader, Odin. My name is Y/N, Goddess of Nature and the Feminine Warriors of the Norse Pantheon. Pleasure meeting you!"

[thrashkink-coven]

Theists have to deal with the reality that their Gods and symbols will almost inevitably be appropriated by assholes. And it SUCKS

I be trying to do research on Ashtar and Attar and all of his symbolism has been absorbed by antisemites and Heaven’s Gate motherfuckers.

I was having a conversation with Lucifer about how conservatives have largely bastardized the imagery of Jesus and the cross, and Lucifer expressed that the same thing has happened to him and almost every other popular deity in existence. Aphrodite’s symbolism is adopted by terfs constantly, Lucifer’s sigil is deeply tied to alt right white nationalism, just as Jesus’ name is. Just as Odin and Thor are as well. Zeus is often paraded by misogynists and incels. And it SUCKS. IT SUCKS!!!!

This is a special reminder that there are assholes in every theistic community, there are assholes who don’t even truly understand what their deity stands for, (HOW?? ARE YOU A DEVOTEE OF APHRODITE AND A TERF THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE) and these assholes are not an accurate representative of that deity or their actual devotees.

Painting any religion, spirituality, or deity with broad strokes because of the actions of the worst of their “people”, is a severe disservice.

I HATE that Lucifer’s legacy is so often distorted because of how deeply he’s been embraced by literal fascists, and with my blog I am trying to slightly level the narrative. There will always be dumbasses that claim that Lucifer does in fact love eugenics and hates jews and gays, but anyone who has had the honour of even being in his presence knows that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anyone who preaches supremacy does not know what it means to be a Luciferian or a Satanist. Not everyone is who they say they are.

Edit: WE DON’T FUCK WITH THE SATANIC TEMPLE OVER HERE

[time-is-restored]

do you guys every think abt death vs immortality as a thoroughline in like. literally all of the mechs albums.

old king cole is explicitly warped by immortality (never to forgive he would eternal live, his hands dyed red by gore - can be read a few ways depending on where u place the emphasis, but at the very least communicates that his wrath is facilitated By his immortality), and the olympians commit attrocities in order to hold onto their wealth and the immortality that it grants them (murdering arachne, yanking heracles' chain the second he tries to go freelance, having a monopoly on the acheron etc). the value they put on immortality and living forever, and the fear they have of ever possibly losing it, has completely warped their morals and priorities.

and while it comes up less in tbi, there's still significant emphasis placed on how odin has been in power for a century (both thor + the narrator bring it up, and there's also an emphasis on how long ago the bifrost project was started, and how 'no one left living' can explain its science). her villain monologue in rangarok iv places the extinction of asgard as an honour - a ruin that no one can possibly rebuild from is called 'apotheosis'. and as she says at the end, the idea that no one can possibly outlive her is a key draw for odin. asgard dies with her.

in hnoc, the only really immortal character is brian (and we only really know that bc of knowledge we get from outside the album), but the axis of life and death as a privilege vs a curse is still very present. 'mordred's gift to Arthur could be love in his own eyes / fating him alone to keep the life to which he clings', not only posits that the gift of survival isn't inherently good + kind (which the audience would immediately recognise as love, not possibly love), but places emphasis on the fact that arthur is now utterly alone. the station's death at the hands of mordred is hardly a happy one ('Its people damned, doomed by a man who's lost all his regrets'), but arthur's fate is arguably worse. severed from the finality and closure of death, what does he become? [insert that one cool theory abt hnoc arthur becoming old king cole here]

it's like. on a meta level, the reason we as fans don't put much emphasis on the depravity + cruelty of the mechs is bc the people portraying the mechs are all charismatic + skilled performers. in live gigs they're all portraying the fun side of their characters - roasting each other, bantering with the audience, making fun of the characters they're singing about, referencing off-screen violence - bc if they portrayed their lore too literally they'd be comitting felonies LMAOOO

but narratively, its like. literally every album is a meditation on the ways that the glorification of immortality can ruin civilisations - can ruin galaxies. whether its rooted in the fear of you specifically dying, or of being outlived, or overpowered or forgotten, or if its done for the sake of someone else's survival... it's all corrosive. if u refuse to accept the indisputable impermanence of life, you lose the ability to value it, and u numb urself to the reality of just how fucked up it is to cut another person's life short for any reason.

like. i do think some of the mechs started as good people, and some of them even might still have ethical standards, but i REALLY cannot stop thinking about how fucking. fascinating it is that this group of immortals who are KNOWN for basically considering nothing but how fun and/or violent any given activity will be, have basically filled their entire discography with songs about how their continued existence is corrosive and brings tragedy + ruin wherever they go.

so how self-aware are they? do you think those old morals + ethics still linger in their mind, when they're writing down these tragedies? they willingly self identify as liars + thieves + bastards, etc etc, and they seem to have no trouble identifying the 'bad guys' in the various albums (ie: humanising snow + cinders + rose, but not king cole), but do those concepts actually mean anything emotionally, or even theoretically, for them all beyond their dramatic potential? do they remember their lives before they were mechanised as it actually happened, or do they remember it as lyrics to a song? is it possible to be entirely self aware abt ur own capacity for violence (as jonny in paticular claims to be), if you no longer relate to violence as anything other than a narrative device - a means to an end, whether comedic or dramatic?

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#166 BET

You know how Odin and Hermes started ....weird musical entrance..., Man image Theater/Drama Y/n going "BET"...and wanting to OUTDO...them, while also bringing the other gods down and the humans up to the clear hypocrisy of the gods in condemning humans, And bringing out their Truths...With the human fighters behind you supporting the musical-

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As Heimdall was speaking a giant explosion from the human side arena appeared...inside there was a dark room...and music started to play as you started to sing...Both Humans and Gods were in shock at the song as you started to straight up...CURSE THE GODS TO THEIR FACES WITH LIGHTERS, EXPLOSIONS-THE WHOLE SHEBANG-

Drama!Y/n:

-We have taken shit (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Been crushed under your heel (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) We have suffered for Offerings and suckered for faith (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Made a fortunes you all could steal (Ooh-ooh)

I've had enough, I've hit the wall I'm tired of taking your calls It ends today, now there's just one last thing to say-ay-ay

Some gods even laugh at the imagery of You being crushed under the heal of them as You and known humans who were faithful to the gods but god "punished" for petty thinking,bets...and such

Drama!Y/n:

Fuck you! I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you Cut you off, just like a tumor Hope you all die, kiss my ass goodbye, you cucks, fuck you!

Drama!Y/n*Appearing all of sudden with the humans belachers...and even on the with some lower gods/demigods smiling and patting their backs*

(Eeugh—) Have you ever felt sick and tired of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin'? Eatin' shit for a boss that you're sick of obeyin'? If you ever felt the same, let me hear ya say it!

Drama!Y/n + Humans/Demigods:

Did you really think I was gonna stay? Spending life bent over with your fist in my a— Slander me, say We are Sinners now If I stick around, I'll be six more feet under the ground

Fuck you! (Woah-oh-oh!) Here's my two minutes notice, fuck you (Suck it, greedy bastards) (You're a fucking, ass clowns) Time to quit and smell the roses Say goodbye, too late to apologize! So this is it Zeus, you sad sack of shit, fuck you!

(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you) You bitch! Yeah!

Never go against a bard,poet, or theater kid...

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Reader who gets in trouble with a guy who’s a major red flag and she immediately calls the family to come pick her up and help her. Especially the more intimating figures like Poseidon and Odin

-You couldn’t believe that you agreed to go on a blind date, your friends had somehow convinced you, bribing you with your favorite cheesecake, but it was just one date. How bad could it be?

-Terrible. It was terrible. In the first ten seconds of meeting your date, Kand, had not only insulted your fashion sense, but made inappropriate comments about your body and wanting to see more.

-Alarm bells were ringing in your head and you were silently cursing your friends, annoyed that they paired you with such a nutsack of a person.

-However, you weren’t a quitter, at least willing to go on the date with Kand, but only five minutes in, you were texting your family members, three specifically, Odin, Leonidas, and Poseidon, sending an S.O.S.

-You smiled, seeing that they were on their way, but they were at least ten minutes away, you just had to survive until then.

-Kand saw you smiling at your phone, and he smirked, “What’s got you smiling? You want my number already babe? I’ll make sure to send you lots of pictures, so make sure you do the same. It’s only fair right?”

-He put his arm around your hips, and you were quick to push it off, “We’re not that close yet, please mind yourself.” Kand just laughed it off, playing it off as a joke, “Don’t be so cold babes- unless if you want me to warm you up~” wiggling his eyebrows like his pickup lines were working on you.

-Your friends, who were nearby in disguise, were appalled, seeing how Kand was treating you, when he first approached them, he was like a totally different person, like someone you would want to show off to your massive family.

-Kand tried his luck again as you made it to the date destination, a nice restaurant, holding the door open for you but immediately slapping your ass as you walked by.

-The whole restaurant went silent as you turned immediately and slapped him, causing him to spin from the force of the slap as you were bright red, glaring as angry tears were in the corners of your eyes.

-He immediately turned on you, screaming in your face, “You ungrateful- how dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?”

-A hand clapped down on his shoulder, “I don’t- so please tell me.” Kand turned, ready to chest up, now that his ego was bruised, only to find himself staring up at a very pissed off Odin, Poseidon, and Leonidas.

-Leonidas had been the one to speak, smirking down at the now panicking looking boy, while Odin and Poseidon… you couldn’t even see their faces, they were covered in shadows, looking like they were going to murder him.

-Leonidas shoved him away and you rushed into his arms, “Dad!” and Kand blanched, realizing these were some of your many guardians, very angry looking guardians, as Leonidas led you away while Odin grabbed Kand by his shirt, dragging him outside.

-The restaurant quickly returned to normal.

-Your friends were nearly in tears, apologizing to you, they had no idea Kand was such a dick, telling you how he had approached them, and Leonidas took a drag on his cigar, “Bastard puts up a front to lower the guards of others- prick.” You smiled softly up at him before you said goodbye to your friends.

-Poseidon and Odin met up with the two of you at an ice cream parlor, both of them wet, as they had to wash the blood out, but you remained silent, just greeting them warmly, thanking them for coming to your rescue.

-They would always come to rescue you.

[salstray]

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader - Guardian Angel 3rd person pov warnings: blood, bullet wounds, swearing, guns 1k words~

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part 2 = part 3

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“Keegan! Keegan! God damn it, respond! Where are you?!” 

Merrick’s voice was laying in his lap, calling out from the ear piece that had been knocked from Keegan’s head when the Fed sniper had slammed his elbow into the Ghost’s temple. That same sniper was now laying in a mangled, bloody heap at the bottom of the cliff he’d once been scouting from, but the pistol he’d used to punch a hole right through Keegan’s stomach was laying only a foot away from the sole of his boot. Probably still warm from the discharge. 

Keegan groaned, blinking a few times, slow and sluggish as he focused all his energy on pressing his glove to his leaking wound. 

He needed to use his other hand to press the radio. To make contact. Tell his team where he was and what his status was so they could, at the very least, get his corpse somewhere they could bury him. But everything was thick and syrupy. Coated in molasses and hard to push through. 

Already lost too much blood, he thought to himself. 

“Keegan!” Merrick’s voice was laced with desperation. Fraying at the edges, cracking as he called to him, over and over, begging for something, anything that would tip them off to his position. That would give them a hint as to where he’d ended up. Had he made it to the house? Had he taken out the sniper? Was he still alive?

They wouldn’t get their answers. Not from him and not from the bullet that had torn right through his intestines. 

Keegan’s eyes fluttered and he sucked in a deep breath as he tried to tug them open again. 

Focus. What do you see?

Greenery. Ferns and underbrush. The house the sniper had set up in had been some sort of isolated vacation home on the side of the mountain. More taken by time than the crash of ODIN to the earth. Simply abandoned. There was a moldy, dirty sofa to the right of the room. Sitting in front of an overturned coffee table. Brown with rainwater and animal activity. There was a perfect set of paw prints that he could track on the arm-rest. Probably a fox or something that had found its way through one of the many shattered windows, looking to take a few berries from the blooming bush that half hung down through the collapsed ceiling. 

His head rolled to the side, his cheek resting against his left shoulder as his breath slowly pushed free from his lungs. Keegan couldn’t feel most of his limbs at this point, but he didn’t let up the pressure on his wound, even if it wouldn’t do anything but delay the inevitable. 

The wall on this side of the house had also fallen in. Either by a storm, human interference, or something else, he didn’t know. Insulation flapped in the wind, softly patting the drywall that was steadily crumbling away to dust with time. Beyond the wall was a cliff. The one Keegan had full body shoved the sniper off of. A small smile twitched its way onto his cheeks under the mask at the memory of the scream. Then the echoing crack and the answering silence. 

At least I’ll see you in hell, bastard.

Finally, his eyes closed. It was supposed to be a blink, but… opening them again felt like it would take more energy then he had left… so they didn’t. 

“Answer me, Russ! That’s a fucking order!”

Sorry, Merrick.

“Keegan!”

End of the line.

“Keegan!”

“Keegan?” 

A new hand pressed against his. Warm. Soft. Somehow he could tell, even through the gloves and the icy feel of blood loss. 

“Still with me?” 

That wasn’t Merrick. His voice was rough. Commanding and sharp. This one was… quiet. Feminine. It wasn’t coming from his fallen earpiece, either. It was right in front of him. Clear as day. 

“I got you, Sergeant. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

He still couldn’t open his eyes. His body was heavy. Heavy in a way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t the pull of exhaustion. He was used to that, knew how to fight it off better than anyone. This was the drag of death. 

And yet... he was still alive.

The warmth that pushed through his glove bled through his whole arm. From the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder, then deeper, into his chest and his lungs. Then down into his wound. He didn’t feel the bullet push its way out of his body, but the quiet clink of it hitting the wood between his thighs made him flinch.

“Easy,” the new voice called again. Another hand appeared, cupping his cheek, warm and welcoming, the thumb brushing against the edge of the mask under his eyes, which he still couldn’t seem to open. “Almost done.” 

Almost done with what…?

Finally, Keegan’s eyes popped open. Wide and wild, shifting across the room, from right to left and back again, searching for the source of the voice. The hands, the warmth. But the room was empty. 

It was just him. The pistol. And Merrick’s voice from his lap, agonized and drenched in defeat..

“God, damn it…” 

Keegan’s right hand pulled away from his stomach, towards his rifle, which had fallen off his lap when he’d slid to the ground with his back to the wall, bleeding like a stuck pig. The other went to the earpiece and he wedged it back in place under the fabric of his mask before pushing at the button on his radio.

“Sniper’s down,” Keegan said simply. 

“Keegan?! What the hell, what happened to you?!” 

The Ghost’s hand fell away from his radio, down to his abdomen, where he’d been bleeding from minutes ago. But there was no blood to be found, now. Just a single hole torn right through his jacket, his hoodie, and his shirt, exposing a smooth spot of skin on his stomach, right under the line of his vest. 

There wasn’t even a scar. 

“Got held up. Heading back your way.” 

He’d figure out the details later. Think about the voice, the hands, the wound later. For now, he’d continue on, haunting Federation territory like he was supposed to with his fellow Ghosts, the quiet thought of Guess I got a Guardian Angel or something... in his mind.

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Heimdall general headcanons

-The golden child of Odin, this is pretty obvious by how he was given the responsibility of Gjallarhorn.

-Heimdall was Odin’s favorite as Heimdall did everything he could to impress his father. He never stepped out of line and dealt with his emotional issues by leaning even farther into his father’s manipulations.

-Heimdall tied his ego to his father. If Heimdall was the best in his father’s eyes then he was the best in the world. If Odin was ever disappointed in him then Heimdall’s ego could entirely break apart.

-He is the 2nd youngest of his siblings, only a 100 or so years older than Baldur. Heimdall hates the fact that he’s a bastard. He has 9 mothers, a mother from each of the realms (idk how that works but its mythology so 🤷🏽‍♀️). He doesn’t identify or acknowledge his mothers’ existences or heritage, he only identifies as Aesir like his father.

-If you bring it up, he will drop you off the walls.

-He was raised solely by Odin, giving him no chance to ever hear another perspective of the world during his important years of development </3

-Because of his very clear mommy and daddy issues, he has never seriously perused a woman, he would only marry a woman if Odin wanted him to have a bride. And I can’t see him fathering any bastards.

-He may take on a male lover once in a while, in the Roman way of “im teaching him to be a warrior” which includes Heimdall teaching him to fight and bending him over.

-He has the internalized homophobia of “its between men so it doesn’t count as love/sex” and secretly fears Odin finding out.

-Odin knows all of this and literally couldn’t give less of a shit but he likes the thought of potentially having smth to use against Heimdall if he rebels.

-Heimdall was given his gift by Odin in his youth, when he was turning from a teen to a man. He couldn’t keep up physically with Thor and didn’t have a curse put upon him making him immortal like Baldur so Odin decided to “reward” him for his loyalty.

-Bifrost eyes, able to see into anyone’s mind but cursed to never being able to see into Odin’s.

-Heimdall gained equal status to Thor and Baldur in the eyes of the rest of the Aesir. And he ravishes in his title of “Undefeated”.

[megamindsecretlair]

Be My Little Darling - Interlude

Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and negative self talk. Soft Loki.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all. Loki wrangles with his own demons in search of you.

Word Count: 3,511k

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A/N: Whew! Sorry for the long wait, but I couldn't get the thought of his POV out of my head before moving on to an attack plan. This week's been shitty and this definitely helped me! The care and feeding of your favorite artists starts with a comment or reblog!

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Loki

“You…bastard,” you sighed.

“I don’t know how else to be,” he said. 

Loki knew he went too far this time. He usually liked to toy with you, pushing your boundaries to see how far he could go before you truly snapped. He knew he walked a fine line but he had to know. Some deep part of him had to know where your line was. Where he couldn’t cross. 

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp, panting with unreleased gasps. He wanted you to let loose. He wanted you to yell and scream and rage at him. It was all he’d ever known and he wanted to see what it would take for you to break. 

“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.”

He’d never heard you sound so…defeated. Angry sure, frustrated definitely, but defeated? That word didn’t belong in the same sentence as you. You refused to look at him so Loki opened his mouth, ready to fall to his knees and tell you how sorry he was. Words would never do. They were inadequate. 

Ideas flew through his mind on the right way to make up for the fucked up game of cat and mouse he played with you. He only ever wanted you to love him, but love wasn’t easy. Love was snide remarks and hiding in the shadows. Love was cruel secrets. He didn’t want that with you.

The blasted screaming started. Your eyes widened and you tore off down the hallway towards the sound. Loki clenched his fists and ran after you. He was going to strangle that damn saboteur if it was the last thing he did. The fiend had caused too much pain and misery. It was a wonder he still had a club left standing. 

The screams came from the Helheim room, thick black smoke rolling out of it in waves. Loki’s employees and customers ran screaming from the room. Blood-curdling screams that would make a lesser man wet himself. 

You attempted to enter but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. He stared at the thick fog. It was almost too thick. Man-made. Or perhaps magically inclined. He didn’t want you anywhere near it.

You only turned liquid eyes to him, constructed two batons, and rushed inside. “Darling!”

Fear. Loki was not unaccustomed to fear. He’d been raised and humbled by it. There had been an ever present pressure in his chest as he grew up in the shadow of Thor and the bastard son of Odin. He felt it often whenever he came so close to death he could kiss its lips. Thanos was the latest harbinger of it and Loki didn’t think he’d survive it.

He was wrong. This, he couldn’t survive. The moment you were swallowed up into the fog, an icy hand slipped around his heart and he thought he’d collapse from the strain. Getting to you was more important, his life be damned.

He rushed in right after you and it felt like slamming into a wall of slimy muck. He couldn’t see two inches from his nose, let alone determine where you were in this mess. The fog seeped everywhere. Up his nose, in his eyes, and in his mouth. He gagged on the foul taste.

“Sweetie! Baby!” Loki turned to the sound of your voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint where you were. 

“Darling!” Loki barreled forward in the room, not caring what he ran into or who he ran over. He needed to know that you were okay. He couldn’t allow the last words you ever spoke to him be that he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow it. He’d spend every waking moment taking back what he did if it just meant that you’d be safe. 

“Call out!” 

Loki heard your voice coming from the right side of the room. Problem was, he didn’t know how close or how far you were away. 

Panic edged its way into his consciousness as he moved forward. “Call out!” You cried out again, but you sounded fainter. Far away. 

“Darling!” Loki called. 

“Loki!” Was that fear he heard in your voice? Loki threw out a beam of green light to combat the fog. It didn’t penetrate it in the slightest. 

A curl of laughter made him whip around to face more black fog. He tried again and again to shine the green light and hoped to find his way to you. Your name fell from Loki’s lips as he tried tricks up his sleeve to clear away the fog. Nothing worked.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He wasn’t one for prayer. He had no use for foolish words carried on the wind for Odin to find. As his heart began to crack into two, he stopped moving briefly to cast his eyes upwards.

“Frigga…Mother, help her,” he pleaded. He didn’t know if his words were welcome in Valhalla. He’d likely never see it. But you…you would be celebrated there. A true warrior to your core. And today was not the day that you were taken from him. He didn’t care if he didn’t deserve you. He’d make sure you were safe. 

“Darling!” Loki yelled.

“Loki!” You echoed. Where were you? 

Loki’s panicked gasps only ensured that more of the thick fog entered his system. He began to feel fuzzy around the edges, like he drank tainted meade and couldn’t keep his wits about him. 

There was a clanging crash of chairs and metal off in the distance. Loki turned towards the sound but there was nothing to see. He didn’t know where it came from. 

“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?”

Dread stopped Loki’s attempts at flashing his green light. That voice wasn’t right, but the inflection. The tone. Loki looked around, eyes darting for any glimpse of you. He just needed one. One to confirm that you were alright. 

“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?” 

“No,” Loki whispered. “Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” Loki couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw pinpricks of light at a good distance from him. 

“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” The voices sounded distorted, there was definitely more than one. 

“Darling,” Loki breathed. A rush of fear and panic kept Loki rooted to the spot. There were only two other people in the universe who could conjure something like this. Who could throw voices, cast illusions. His mother and Enchantress. 

Loki refused to speak her name, refused to give voice to his doubts. Let her have her fun at the moment. Now it all clicked into place. Parlor tricks. Mean pranks. Things designed to irritate, confuse, and leave someone feeling unsettled. He taught her that. He should have known.

Loki kept his features schooled. He didn’t know how much she could see or hear at the moment. 

“Sweetie!” 

Loki moved towards the sound of your voice. He scrambled through the fog, getting absolutely nowhere. Chortling laughter echoed in the wide room, poking fun at his desperate attempts to reach you. It felt like he was swimming upstream and he’d never reach you.

What if he didn’t? What if you succumbed to your fear? He didn’t even know what you were most afraid of. You’d kept that part to yourself. And as much as he wanted to crack you open and learn all your secrets, he wanted your trust more.

Too many unresolved things were between you. You weren’t allowed to leave him. Weren’t allowed to haul off and get kidnapped, or worse, killed by Enchantress before he had a chance to repent. To surrender to your mercy. He had been a complete ass to you. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat you. That wasn’t the way he wanted you to know him. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat the love of his life. 

You screamed and Loki’s jaw went slack. He rushed forward, a clawing need burning through his legs to reach you before anything bad happened to you. As if the fog didn’t exist, it parted revealing you standing in the middle of the room faced away from him. 

“Darling!” Loki rushed forward, turning you by the shoulders. You turned towards him with a pained expression, burning twins of emerald in your eyes. Not Darling.

“It should have been you,” you said. 

Loki knew it was an illusion. A damn convincing one. Your eyes turned back to its original color and you rubbed your head as if coming out of a trance. He didn’t want to trust it. But what if? What if?

Loki rubbed your arms. You felt real enough. But he’d also been inside the fog long enough to become affected by it. Seeing and feeling things that weren’t there. It had been one of the first lessons he taught Enchantress. One of the first things he made sure she knew how to wield like a weapon. 

“Darling?” 

“Loki? Please, I’m scared.” Your voice was so small. So timid. He couldn’t trust it. But he wanted to. Gods he wanted to. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed. 

Loki looked at the figure before him that was distinctly not you. You smiled as if you had been found out, shrugging that it was no big deal that you got caught. 

“Darling!” Loki screamed. The figure in front of him stepped closer and ran a knife through his stomach. There was pain sure but…illusion. Had to be. He’d been stabbed enough times to know the difference between an illusion and a real knife. Didn’t mean it didn’t really fucking hurt though.

The smoke obscured the figure that looked like you and Loki fell to his knees. He couldn’t reach you. The realization made his chest hurt and his eyes burn. He couldn’t save you from this. Save you from her.

All this time, Enchantress had been watching Loki and the way he was with you. The way he looked forward to seeing you every day. He replayed the image of you on his doorstep, confident in nothing but a coat to cover your delicious body. The way you surrendered beneath him.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He’d give anything, do anything, be anything if it meant that he could get you out of here unscathed. 

“You’re a disappointment, Loki. Nothing but an Asgardian child’s nightmare,” Odin’s distinct voice rang throughout the room. 

Loki flipped his head back to look his father in the eye. He told himself that it was another trick. But gods…he looked the exact same. Down to his flowing white hair. 

“I should have left you on that godforsaken ice planet and been rid of you. A boil on my house since the moment I brought you home,” Odin said. The smug bastard looked Loki up and down with his one eye. 

Loki grinned, falling back on his usual sneering authority. “You can do better than that, Father.” 

“We need no longer speak, Brother,” Thor’s voice rang loud and clear as he stepped from the fog next to Odin. 

Loki’s grin faltered, but he kept up the pretense. He had to. He had to keep going. He couldn’t succumb to the mounting pressure in his chest that whispered for him to give up. To lay down. To stop fighting. 

Loki always had a strong sense of self-preservation. Growing up in the palace, he studied under his mother. The one person who didn’t look at him like he was a dark stain on the golden family. 

He always felt different. Odd. Whenever Odin spoke of becoming King of Asgard, he always knew that he was speaking more to Thor than to Loki. Always knew that when it came right down to it, Loki wasn’t even a thought. 

“There is no reason for us to speak as you can’t be trusted.” Loki looked into fake-Thor’s eyes. He was round and dumpy as he had been in the streets. As he had been since the fall of Thanos. It couldn’t be the real Thor and yet…

“Why do you continue to visit, Brother, knowing that I want nothing to do with you? If it wasn’t for you and your selfishness, Thanos wouldn’t have gotten hold of the Tesseract. You brought this blight upon us,” Thor spat at him.

The pain in his chest worsened. He knew he wasn’t bleeding out, but what good were thoughts when the physical manifestation was eating him from the inside out? 

He longed to see you. To hear you laugh. Hear you call him all manner of names under the sun. He yearned to see you beneath him, wrapped up in him, and looking at him with something other than disdain. Like he meant something. 

“I didn’t know,” Loki responded. The weight was too great. It’d be so easy for Loki to lie down. To not take anymore. These verisimilitudes were damn convincing. They crowded Loki as he bent at the waist, head nearly touching the floor. 

He didn’t want to give Enchantress anymore ammunition against him. But there was no use. Frigga appeared next and folded her arms. A cruel smile split her lips. 

“Oh, Loki. Did you really think I’d help your little whore of a pet?” 

“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice broke as he looked away from the venom in his mother’s eyes. “Mother, please.” 

Reality and fantasy blended in his head. He knew what was true and yet the illusions of his family began spewing all manner of things he thought about himself over the years. He was useless, worthless, a trickster, couldn’t be trusted. Their words echoed and meshed together. A ringing cacophony of negative words thrown at him. 

“No!” 

Your voice was like a single ray of sunshine in the bleak room. You sounded like how he felt. Afraid. Desolate. He had to get to you. If nothing else, he needed you to be safe.

“That’s the problem with trying to use this trick on me. There’s nothing you can say that I don’t already tell myself,” Loki said to the visages of his family. His broken, tortured, screwed up family.

They all sneered at him. “Yes, we know you’re oh so powerful. But are you powerful enough to save your pet?” Frigga leaned close and ran her hand down Loki’s face. She even got his mother’s scent nearly so. 

“Better hurry,” Frigga whispered.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

Loki scrambled to his feet and ran after your screaming voice. You had to be locked in some sort of nightmare. Trapped by your own demons. That’s what the spell did. Cracked open your skull and read your thoughts like an open book. It laid bare all the admonishing negative self talk. All the things people punished themselves for.

It didn’t work half as well on Loki because he already did that on a daily basis. You, however, you sweet, beautiful woman pushed those thoughts to the background. Tried to bury them deep. But your grief was loud.

Gods, you sounded like a wounded animal. Clawing and screaming at nothing. His heart successfully cracked down the middle and shattered within his chest as seeing the confusion and fear on your face. 

“Darling, Darling,” Loki said, shaking you gently to wake you from the nightmare. Gods, what must you see at the moment? What horrible torment did you endure day after day on top of what he had planned?

Loki flipped you over. You blinked at him, swimming up from whatever dark place you were in. Recognition dawned in your eyes before you gasped, pointing behind him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled. 

“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees. 

“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You were so drained, your hits barely landed. You were spent, strength depleted. And still you fought some invisible beast.

“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over.

Pain laced through Loki’s heart. Did you really think…? Did you really believe that he would allow you to sacrifice yourself for the likes of him? 

You suddenly screamed, clutching your head like it was about to burst. Loki called your name, repeating it over and over. He wasn’t strong enough to break the spell. He wasn’t strong enough to lure you out of the nightmare and show you that everything was okay. 

You finally passed out to the sound of him calling your name again and again.

Loki moved you to his office where he could keep a close eye on you. He didn’t want to risk bringing you back to his place. He demanded a doctor be located and brought to his office. He left the clean up to Honey and some of the other staff who weren’t affected by the fog. Not like the ones who were hit full force.

All night, people came in and out to check on you until Loki finally closed the door, stating that you needed to rest. Your face was scrunched in pain in sleep and Loki finally sat vigil by your side.

He clasped your hand in his, bringing your cold hand to his lips and pressing soft kisses there. Alone, with no one to overhear, Loki finally let the tears fall. All the pent up, dire emotions that swam in his head and chest, he let loose with a string of tears running down his face.

“Mother, if you still want to hear from me, please don’t punish her. Don’t take her away from me. Bring her back. Return her to me and I will spend the rest of my days earning her love. Please, Mother,” Loki prayed. 

You woke up a few times in the night, waking long enough to check on the club. When you woke up for good and confessed your love to him, Loki was so shocked he didn’t know what to do. He knew he needed you to know how he felt though. 

He expected many things, but a night of confession wasn’t it. He expected you to hate him, loathe him, cast him out from your presence. Instead, you opened yourself to him and trusted him with your secrets. He did the same in kind.

“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how well you’d take this news on top of everything you had been through tonight. But you were tough. His brave Darling. You rubbed his hand and looked at him. 

“I know who the saboteur is now. Enchantress. She…when the loneliness grew too much for me to bear, I thought I’d fashion myself a companion. I taught her how to use magic like how my mother showed me. But she thirsted for power, not companionship. And now she’s rightfully back, taking her hatred out on me for what I did to her.” 

“Fuck that. She’s batshit crazy and she’s gonna hear from me about that little stunt she pulled,” you said. Fire burned in your eyes and Loki smiled, loved seeing the spark return. It was a damned good sight better than you passed out on the couch.

“This is a demon from my past, Darling. I will take care of her,” Loki said. Or die trying. But as long as you were safe, Loki could finally enter Hel and begin his long, cursed life anew. 

“I know that look, Loki. We can fight her together,” you said.

“You nearly died from shock, Darling!” Loki didn’t mean to yell, but now that you were awake he could feel all of his worrying and frustration flood his system. He nearly lost you. The doctor declared that one minute longer and your heart would have given out. 

“If you go, I go,” you said, your face set in a determined grimace.

Loki looked at you. He rubbed his face and sighed. He didn’t want to argue this point. He didn’t want to put any extra strain on you.

“For tonight, Darling, can we argue about this in the morning? I just want to feel that you’re safe,” he confessed softly.

You smiled, nodded, and opened your arms. There wasn’t a whole lot of room on the couch for you both, but Loki was thin. He slid right in beside you and held you close. Felt your heart thumping beneath your chest. Felt the rhythm of your breathing. The soft fan of your breath across his neck.

“Sleep, Darling. I’ll protect you,” he said. He idly rubbed your back until your breathing evened out. He thought you already passed out, so when you murmured, he almost didn’t catch it.

“I’ll protect you too.”

WHEW! Always more Loki to love!

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