#The Aesir are pretty fucked up.

[varinsson]

So.

Twilight of the Gods.

Have y'all really never read the sagas or

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

What's Silja's story and her relationship with Heimdall?

Ah yes! I've mustered up a story for Heimdall and Silja inside my mind, so here goes! (This is gonna be a long post lol I'm gonna pour it all here)

🔮Some Heimdall x Silja Lore! 🌌

oh and their theme song is 'Circles' by EDEN 👁️👁️

Silja was born in the times when Freyr ruled over Alfheim. As Freyr was away a lot because of the conflicts with the Aesir and Freya, Freyr and the elves decided to 'create' a being which can hold the balance and peace between the light and dark elves. Freyr merged a piece of himself with the Light of Alfheim. From there, Silja was born/created. So Freyr is kind of her father.

Silja is the goddess of memory and remembrance, as her eyes were imbued with the Light of Alfheim itself, enabling her to see everyone's past. She was raised as a princess by the elves, but she's pretty much a trophy goddess who holds the peace in Alfheim when Freyr disappeared after Odin and Freya married.

In truth, Silja became bitter and judgemental as well from her hindsight powers. She could see the elves' pasts, even when they don't remember. She's always in Alfheim, and so she desires adventures more than anything - freedom.

During the time of Odin and Freya's marriage, Silja often comes to Asgard as an ambassador of Alfheim for diplomatic reasons. That's when she finds her joy, a chance to get out of Alfheim to visit other realms. And that, was where she met Heimdall.

(YES THEY'RE COUSINS) (BUT NOT REALLY OKAY) (Heimdall had 9 mothers while Silja is born from the Light) (God that sounds so bizarre HAHAHAH)

Heimdall can see her thoughts, while Silja can also see his past. For once in their lives, they met a similar person. They quickly become the Judgy Friends™.

One day, because she could fly (another gift from the Elves) she took Heimdall away from the wall and took him strolling along other realms, showing him that the other realms are beautiful as fuck as well.

When Odin knew that Heimdall had left his post in the wall, Odin became furious and disappointed, telling him how would he entrust Gjallarhorn with him if he left his post like this.

Heimdall (with his Odin's manipulation tactics) grew distant and pushed Silja away. With Freya's banishing from Asgard and locked away from other realms, she had to stay in Alfheim to keep the Light and Dark Elves from fighting again.

Without her father figure and her only friend, Silja, who desired freedom from her responsibilities as a trophy goddess, ran away from Alfheim, which left the realm in a state of war once again. She didn't care anymore.

>>> BOOM God of War (2018) <<<<

Silja roams the Midgard and Niðavellir, helping people with her powers of memory and remembrance, learning not to judge, but also how to empathize. At first she was still judgemental about the weakness of a powerlessness human and dwarves, but from her adventures, she learned to empathize, and helping tortured souls come to terms with their pasts.

She spent most of her time roaming Midgard, but after the death of Baldur and Fimbulwinter came down upon the nine realms, she had to go back and check on Alfheim. Finding it in chaos and dead bodies of Elves are everywhere, Silja sneaked towards the Light of Alfheim, and saw a glimpse of Kratos going inside the Light.

>>> BOOM God of War Ragnarok (2022) <<<

Still helping the Midgardians surviving harsh winters, and with her seeing the pillar of thunder-ice, Silja encoutered Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir in a fight against trolls and draugrs. Mimir introduced Silja to the father-son duo.

(The way Silja was SHOCKED when she saw Kratos' past tho...)

Kratos thought that Silja mean harm to them since they killed a lot of Elves, but turned out she paid it no mind, since they won't stop warring even if the sun lights upon Helheim.

They part ways, but Atreus bumps onto Silja in his adventures with Sindri, begging her not to tell his father. Silja being the naughty goddess she is, promises Atreus not to tell Kratos.

When Kratos and Atreus brings back Tyr to Sindri's house, Silja was left flabbergasted, because she couldn't see Tyr's past at all. It was weird, because back in the days, She could see Týr's past well enough as the others. However, Mimir suggested it might be one of the many consequences of Odin's tortures.

When Kratos and Atreus' relationship grows tense, she chooses to stay silent, because Silja understands what Atreus feels. When Atreus stormed out of Sindri's house and ran to Asgard, Kratos and Freya was worried shitless about Atreus going to Asgard, so Silja offered to follow Atreus, saying she'll make sure Atreus doesn't do anything too stupid.

Plus, she knows that the first person Atreus will meet in Asgard is him. Someone needs to protect Atreus from his antiques.

Time to visit a long-lost friend 😉

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Colored version of Silja's early design (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

[taitavva]

yaldabaoth couldn't help but make his whole team overpowered huh ... how are the phantom thieves supposed to survive ?? "oh noo akechi ur so hot haha .. please don't kill me" brilliant strategy pego (entire ask under cut)

[ACTUALLY UR PUTFITS WERE SO ON POINT. I HAVE 2 OUTFIT IDEAS 4 HIFUMI & SHIHO (MINUS MASKS) & 1 mask idea for yuuki but idk what else. i was thinking for the leaders it would def be chaotic but goro has most metaverse experience so hes the leader. ken kinda acts like mona in giving useful tips abt personas etc and hifumi takes on the role of makoto where she gives out different strategies (her, ken, & goro debate over these tips & strategies but usually end up doing them anyway). I have an urge to show u these outfits omg. i can ramble abt these outfits & their personas for forever .. i chose jormungandr for yuuki, skadi for shiho hela for hifumi, and persephone for eiko. ik its not very in the literacy scene for them to all have deities as personas but... goro breaks it with loki anyway, so ..

explainations:: hela & jormungandr are 2/6 of loki's kids in norse mythology, aiding him in the ragnarok/end of the world, and hela is sentenced down to the underworld to be the goddess of that realm since she was born half alive half dead, and she's sentenced to it by odin (basically. kinda the zeus of norse mythology, like the "king" of all of them) because she's the daughter of loki & all this other stuff .. chose her for hifumi because hifumi's mom basically forces her to be a shoji star after hifumi's dad and yeah. jormungandr i chose because hes kinda just a sleepy little guy: in norse mythology he's known as "the World Serpent" and he wraps around the entire ocean with his tail in his mouth kind of in a constant sleep until the ragnarok (all of loki's kids --aside from 2, one being dead & the other being a gift to odin-- including loki himself, are kinda trapped somewhere before the ragnarok happens) and he's not talked about a lot but he aids in so much and he's important (like how yuuki is kind of ignored by the pts, the dialogue options being horrid, despite him aiding in them. also yuuki is the bm's navi in the au & he runs a "revenge site" like how Strega/takaya sakaki, jin shirato, & chidori yoshino do in p3-- strega also does death calling cards , mainly shown in the novels which is p cool.. first ppl to use mental shutdowns despite not beinf called that then either. i love strega sorry. they all agreed to it because shiho wanted to deal with more people like kamoshida, goro wanted to deal with more people like shido, hifumi wanted to deal w more people like her mom, etc).. i chose persephone for eiko because in greek mythology, persephone is (most commonly accepted form of the myth) kidnapped by hades and forced into marriage with him by eating a pomegranate out of the underworld .. point blank, persephone reminds me of eiko being trapped and persephone's shown to overcome it , ( honestly eventually making the underworld & hades her Bitch. she kills the goddess/nymph of mints and creates the mint plant because she got too handsy with hades).. also hifumi and eiko are a little gay for eachother so why not have their personas be, too? anyway. SHIHO!! i chose skadi for her because skadi , in norse mythology , is both jotunn (giant) and a god like how loki is, but she's an accepted form of it because she was given over to the gods as a peace treaty, and thats pretty important to norse mythology i'd say (like how rooftop scene is important to kamoshida arc), and skadi claws up the aesir (council of gods) thru both her marriage (ann? ann. hehe.) and her own sheer will (shiho's recovery and goro's ..... questionable aid.) and skadi just fits. the goddess of mountains and winter? sign me the FUCK UP.

Anyway . this was long I apologise]

[the-iceni-bitch]

Darling, You Killed Me

Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.

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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”

“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”

“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”

“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”

“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”

Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.

The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.

And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.

“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”

Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.

But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.

As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.

Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.

All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”

You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.

It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.

“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”

“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”

“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”

“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”

“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.

“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.

“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.

“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”

All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.

You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.

As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.

“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”

This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.

Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.

“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”

He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.

“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”

“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”

“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”

“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”

His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”

“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.

Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.

“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”

As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.

“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”

That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.

When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.

“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”

“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.

Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.

Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.

“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”

“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”

That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.

“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”

“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”

“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”

Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.

“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”

You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.

When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”

“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”

“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”

“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”

He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.

Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.

“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”

Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.

“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”

[wrr000]

Ok I've been craving some protective Heimdall so hear me out.

Reader is getting harassed by someone and they eventually lay a hand on the reader bruising them pretty badly, Heimdall witnesses this and loses his shit. this could be a headcanon or a one-shot I don't mind

(f you somehow find this and want to write it can the reader please be male I'd really appreciate it) <3

Thank you for requesting! You requested it ages ago, but 'write block' kicked in :|| I'm trying to get back to you guys! Keep in mind that I'm also a slow writer so let me take my time C: As for this - not the best, kinda rushed, but I need to start with something in order to write as much as weeks ago.

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Summary: gender neutral reader is working for Odin and his family, but after getting into relationship with Heimdall they got better job and treatment, but not everyone likes it

Warning: swearing, abuse, killing, very short with not many details, maybe I'll write a one shot for this promp! Heimdall being overprotective

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Since you got officially in relationship with Heimdall something has changed and certain people started to treat you differently

Before you confessed to God of Foresight you were working for Odin as well as for the rest of Aesir and you knew how he was towards others. Despide this you develop feelings towards him and most imporant - eventually get his attention

After you two got together your job slightly changes. It was still work for Odin, but your tasks were different and they treated you better. Maybe that was the flash point for your three 'ex-coworkers'

At first there were only unpleasant comments and strange looks. You heard them gossip about you. It was annoying, but you didn't pay attention to it. You didn't even care when they started insulting you, that was just stupid trash-talk. But you got fed up when they sabotaged your work or even destroyed your stuff. ALWAYS when none was watching. Always when Heimdall wasn't around. You had enough

You decide to confront them and ask what did you do. You were always nice and polite, never refused to help. Nothing changed after Heimdall became your boyfriend. So why? But things turned not the way you would like to. It all happend so fast

"You didn't earn this job! You didn't earn to be treated better! You just fucked that asshole meanwhile we are working hard to be not treated like trash... To fucking survive in this world"

And one of them striked you right in the face. Of cource you could defend yourself, but you didn't understand. You didn't wish to fight them. You fell on the ground. Pain was overcoming your senses, but you could feel your cheek throbs. Everything was blurry, every sound and every person in front of you. A lonely tear ran down your cheek mixing with the blood you didn't even notice

"You motherfuckers"

It was Heimdall. He saw and heard everything. One thing he couldn't understand is how low creatures like them even thought about hurting you. Mentally and physically. His lover, the dearest person in the Nine Realms, you. They made you bleed. It made him furious.

He was striking really fast and most likely very painful. They couldn't touch him nor dodge his attacks so it was safe to say that their lifes were doomed. He was going straight for the kills, it wasn't the first time and just as then none can stop him.

It was the first time you saw Heimdall like that. Full of anger, savage. Was that the true face of the Gods? His true face? You watched the person you love kill those people, one by one. You saw some blood. He swinged his sword and other was down. Someone tasted his godly shoes. They were hopeless like little children lost in the fog.

Were you afraid? Rather not, it was more of a big shock. You didn't want this to happen. A thought cross your mind that that's the price to pay for being close to All-Father and his family.

It ended fast.

You finally got up from the ground covered in mud. Your clothes were fit only to be thrown away, but it wasn't cause for concern. You looked up at Heimdall. He stood with his back turned to you. A single strand of hair fell over his sweaty bloody face. He was panting heavily, his hands clenched into fists and jaw tightened.

"I'm sorry..."

"You are not the one who should be sorry" he said more calmly than you expected.

Your eyes meets his. You wanted to tell him everything, but not a single word could escape your mouth so you just say eveything in mind. More tears appeared on your red cheek. You sobbed quietly.

And then Heimdall took a few steps forward. In a blink of an eye you were in his arms. He rested his chin on your head and you snuggled into his chest. His grip tightened. It was very comforting. You felt safe.

"You should tell me right away when it started. None will rise their hand at you, hear me? None" he said harshly, but he wasn't upset with you. He just wanted to protect you.

"Now let's go. We need a bath and you need a solid rest. Don't worry, you're safe now, sunshine"

Little smiled crawled on your face. You two indeed looked awful. But you weren't sure if bath and sleep would erase everything that happend. It was too much for one day.

[feathered-serpents]

I will say one thing I see occasionally floating around in God of War spaces is “Oh Angrboda can’t be Atreus’ real love interest because in the myths Angrboda isn’t Loki’s wife she’s just his mistress” to which I say noooooooooot exactly

See the thing about Angrboda and Sigyn (Loki’s “real” wife) is that we. Don’t know much about them. I’ve seen LOTS of interpretations over the years. But I have seen Angrboda referred to as his “other” wife (Wife of the Giants) or his “mate” rather than wife which might imply that giants don’t get married like we see it but rather take mates? Which is kind of a cool concept but definitely not something we’re gonna see in the games as Gryla has already referred to Angrboda’s parents as being married

Some say that Angrboda was Loki’s “true” love and Sigyn was his wife that he took to better blend with the Aesir. Or his marriage to Sigyn was arranged by Odin (for some reason?) and he snuck off to be with Angrboda whenever he could. I have very rarely seen an interpretation where Loki seems to genuinely love Sigyn and tbh I do not. Enjoy that. 90% of the time in popular culture Loki is depicted as being a huge piece of shit to Sigyn despite how loyal she is to him. Seeing as she willingly put herself in his prison with him SOLELY to make it more bearable. She did not have to do that but she did, and I have trouble believing that she would do it if Loki was terrible to her

Angrboda is, meanwhile, barely EVER actually explored. Even when people say “she was his true love” that’s about all you get. It’s like “then he would go off and hook up with Angrboda and she gave birth to three monster children and then disappeared into the ether” she is a pretty blank slate, not an ENTIRELY blank slate, but there’s a lot you could do there

My point is. “Angrboda can’t be Loki’s real love interest because she’s not his wife” is not an argument that holds water. I still think the most likely scenario is Angrboda and Sigyn will be combined, another interpretation I sometimes see, (maybe Angrboda disguises herself as Sigyn to live with Loki amongst the Aesir? There is never any mention of where Sigyn is when Loki fucks off for months at a time to run around with Angrboda)

If it were me? Poly relationship. Absolutely. Everyone is on board and everyone is happy because this is Loki, it just seems fitting. But I doubt that’ll be the case and honestly I really like Angrboda and Sigyn being the same figure

This got away from me and I just started talking about Norse mythology. The point is: Atreus is going to marry Angrboda. Die mad about it

[bugwolfsstuff]

I said i was gonna rant and by the gods im gonna rant

[This is not gonna make sense and more me shrieking at the gods cus Loki is my blorbo and i hate that Rick fucked up and made him abusive when the first book was litterally implying that he cares about his kids and making him sympathetic.]

Love how i completely forgot Heimdall was there too between reading this in school and getting home lmao. My phone guy is just that forgettable.

ALSO THATS WHY YOUR DOING THIS? THATS THE REASON YOUR GOING WITH RICK?

They got roasted too hard so theyre gonna kill two innocent kids, mulitate their corpses and use those corpses to chain their father while dripping acid on him?

It was (slightly) more understandable when it was cus Baldur (even tho hes probably happier with Hel anyways) died.

Cus like an eye for an eye.... (even tho that was much more than an eye, more like two eyes, a heart and a leg.)

Actually no scratch that killing Baldur technically was an eye for an eye if you think about it.

(Odin took three of Loki's kids, Loki took his son, his daughter in law and then the same son again when he refused to cry to bring him back. Thats also three. Thats one of the reasons i excuse Baldur dying)

I know Magnus probably either didn't realise what was going on here or if he did it didnt register in his brain the whole story. Which, fair enough, directly after this he listens to Kvasir getting cut up by a chainsaw (good, its clear if it weren't for him Loki, Narvi, Vali and Sigyn would've been probably fine) and then watches Alex get thrown out by his.....sperm donor. So what happens to Loki is not at the top of his concerns rn but i really hope he confronts Frey about it later. Cus Magnus has been shown to emphasize with Loki on this. AND THOSE WERE FUCKING CHILDREN! AND THEY WERE KILLED BECAUSE THEY WERE LOKI'S CHILDREN!

WHO ELSE ARE CHILDREN OF LOKI THAT HE CARES DEEPLY ABOUT?

SAMIRAH AND ALEX

Basically i want Magnus to yell at the gods the way Percy does. Because like Luke everything was probably WAS the gods fault.

And before you come at me with the whole 'prophecy has to happen' thing. Save your breath because most of you have no problem with blaming the gods when it came to luke in pjo and this is kinda similar.

Who was to say that Fenris, Hel and Jörmungandr would have caused ragnarok if the Aesir (mostly Odin) didnt take them from their home and seperate them?

Whos to say Loki would start Ragnarok if Odin didnt break their oath and take his children?

Or :

Let his mouth get sewn shut after he got everyone shit (Sif's new hair, Mjollnir, Draupnir, Gungnir, Skidbladnir and Gullinbursti) because suddenly oaths matter now, Odin.

Kill his innocent children (its not stated in myth or mcga how old Narvi and Vali were/are but the general consensus is that they were young), possibly made him watch said children get murdered (Sword of summer its stated by Loki that the gods watched in amusement as Vali disemboweled Narvi but that could be hyperbole) and had a snake drip acid onto his face.

If there was any good in Loki at any point (which there might be. He actually seems pretty chill in sword of summer) then its been snuffed out now.

Thanks Odin.

You signed your death warrant.

Whats that saying again?

He who tries to prevent fate is doomed to cause it?

Or something like that i cant remember the phrase.

I have more to say yet i cant quite articulate it. So im gonna end it here.

Also i am really in the mood for writing a oneshot of the day they caught Loki in Loki's—or maybe Sigyn's? Pov.

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Myth!Loki's Hair Color: Common Depictions

Because the AI user that just annoyed me also claimed myth!Loki's canonical hair color is blonde and that's why they did that crappy blonde MCU!Loki AI art, and I am feeling spiteful cus fuck AI and that eyesore, and I need to wash that off my brain.

AND I KNOW this claim came from those people that interact with THAT ONE VERY obnoxious Sigyn stan that pretends to be a Norse mythology expert despite never providing proper citations or citing modern myth re-tellings and whines about children's story books not being accurate. Ask her to cite her claims and actually look at the sources, for the love of Loki!

LOKI HAS NO KNOWN HAIR COLOR IN THE MYTHS! THERE's NO SOURCE FOR THAT! Loki's also a shape-shifter! Loki can have their hair look like whatever the fuck they want. To my knowledge, the only gods that have confirmed hair colors are myth!Thor, who is said to a red-head, and myth!Sif being a blonde who gets a wig of magical gold to substitute her chorn hair. There's also a description of myth!Heimdall who is said to be the "whitest" god, implying blonde/white hair? Loki's only mentioned to be pretty, assumed to be Aesir -sized rather than gigantic, likely smaller than myth!Thor because myth!Thor can kick his ass and he can hold onto Thor's belt when crossing a river (Skáldskaparmál), and have scars on his lips due to them being sown shut.

Also from Gylfanning: "Loki is beautiful and comely to look upon, evil in spirit., very fickle in habit. He surpassed other men in that wisdom which is called 'sleight,' and had artifices for all occasions; he would ever bring the Æsir into great hardships, and then get them out with crafty counsel."

There's also the Snaptun stone, believed to be Loki due to the scarred lips, giving him a mustache.

The most common and widespread hair color depictions of Loki have red/ginger/orangey hair due to Loki mistakenly being thought to associated with fire because their name's too similar to the fire personification Jotun's name, Logi, because Richard Wagner fucked up in his Ring Cycle Operas and combined the two of them into "Loge". Arthur Rackham's illustrations based on Wagner's Ring Cycle are possibly the most influential in that regard because they're fucking awesome. Even GOW made their Loki depiction a red-head.

And here's a painting that looks like a ginger to me by James Doyle Penrose (1912):

The second most common hair color depiction is black hair, probably thanks to Marvel as it's most prevalent in modern depictions (e.g. Alan Cumming's Loki in "Son of the Mask", whom I fucking love).

There's also the Valhalla comics that started in 1979 (after Marvel, but I don't think that contributed AT ALL because Vallhala comics are way more myth-accurate and fucking awesome. I am just including it here because it's a black-haired Loki depiction).

There's also Eric M. Esquivel's Ragnarok n' Roll (have not read and I am not inclined to do so, but it kept showing up in my loki searches 10+ years ago and its existence was archived in my brain due to that). Is it me or does he looks like Cantinflas because of the mustache?

This is Cantinflas btw

There's also Jul I Valhall Loke (Thanks Scandinavian Twitter users for showing me this gem even if I can't understand the language. I am forever grateful.)

And surprisingly, Marvel was not the first to give him black hair. Marten Eskil Winge portrayed Loki with black hair in his 1863 painting "Loki and Sigyn."

Neil Gaiman has depicted Loki with a variety of hair colors, USUALLY as a literally "fiery" red-head (Sandman comics & American Gods book), whatever Johnathan Tucker's hair color is in the American Gods TV show, and black-haired (Norse Mythology graphic novel).

There's a brown-haired Loki depiction in Assassin's Creed (I have not played it btw).

And sometimes he's just some demonic thing with horns:

[cosmicjoke]

So, I'm just gonna give my thoughts here on the Loki series as a whole. I watched five of the six episodes of the first season. I didn't watch this second season, but I watched recap videos and all the clips that were released, so I feel like I can give a pretty good assessment here.

I like what they did with Loki's character at the end of this season, I like that they made him into a genuine hero who sacrifices himself to save the multiverse, but... the problem is, I just don't care anymore. I don't care about the MCU or even Loki within the MCU anymore, because they so mishandled his character for the last, several years. They made him such an unrecognizable clown in the first season, really building off the hatchet job they'd done to him in Ragnarok, that it turned me off completely and I wasn't able to finish the series. That lead to me not being able to watch this second season at all. And even though it sounds like they handled him better, from the clips I've seen, it still didn't feel or sound like Loki. He still didn't have the air of Loki from the first two Thor films. It just felt, again, like a completely different character. Maybe he wasn't being made a fool of every other scene, but he still didn't act or talk or hold himself like the Loki of Thor 1, or The Dark World, or The Avengers. And there's also still the massive loss of potential in exploring the actual reasons Loki went mad in the first place, namely, his heritage as a frost giant, and his complex, tragic issues with his adoptive family, growing up in a culture where he was taught from birth that the race of beings he belongs to is a race of monsters, etc... They didn't address ANY of that in two full seasons of a show about Loki. And I'm sitting here thinking, this material is RIPE for exploration. This would make an incredible, emotional journey for Loki, to be able to actually address these mental health issues that he has, rooted in his internalized racism, taught to him by the very culture he was raised in, a literal child stolen from another kingdom. It would have made Loki's journey toward heroism way more impactful and meaningful if he actually arrived there by coming to understand and accept that he'd been wronged by Odin and Asgard in that particular regard. If he'd been able to forgive himself and realize he was actually a victim.

Like, imagine if instead of berating him and calling him names and accusing him of being a narcissist, Mobius had actually helped Loki to realize that what his family did to him was fucked up, that what Odin and Frigga did to him, lying to him for literally a thousand years about who he was and where he'd come from, and letting him believe that frost giants were evil monsters instead of actual people, was fucked up. Imagine if Mobius had explained to Loki that he was suffering from trauma over learning he was a frost giant, that he was suffering from trauma over it because his own brother treated and regarded frost giants as monsters who's only purpose was for him to get his kill on. Or if he'd sympathized with Loki over the way the other Aesir generally treated him like shit. How Heimdall had no qualms about trying to lop his head off and commit treason. How the Warriors 3 had no problem committing treason against him. How even the servants that worked in the palace had such little respect for Loki, that they openly laughed at him. People don't remember, but Loki didn't forcibly take the throne after Thor was banished. Odin fell into the Odin Sleep, and Frigga PUT Loki on the throne to rule in his stead. And yet, still, you had his own subjects running around, not thinking twice about shitting on him, disobeying him and committing treason against him. Crimes for which, if Odin was on the throne, may well have resulted in their banishment, if not their outright execution. Imagine if Mobius had actually helped Loki work through these issues he has, if he had actually been a real friend to him, instead of an abusive, belittling asshole who blamed Loki for all his own problems. Imagine if Sylvie had done the same too.

It would have made a hell of a lot more sense, then, when Loki chose to sacrifice himself for Mobius and all the others at the end of this season. But instead, the whole season basically focused on Kang and the multiverse and the TVA, with minimal relationship building between Loki and the others. But we're just supposed to buy that these people, who more or less treated Loki like shit from the start, became so special and important to him, that he would willingly sacrifice his life to free them and save theirs. The same Loki who, in terms of time passed in this show, just a few weeks earlier tried to subjugate the Earth and killed hundreds of people in the process, by the way, something which unfolded BECAUSE of the above mentioned issues with his family.

Loki's sacrifice for Mobius and the others doesn't feel earned, because his relationship with them, his feelings of loyalty and concern for them doesn't feel earned. They never were actually good friends to him. They didn't help him feel validated in his feelings, they didn't help him work out his issues of self-loathing stemming from his heritage, or his sense of rejection from his father, etc...

It's just lazy, and another miss by Marvel to capitalize on one of their most complex and tragic character's actual story.

[taras-toe-beans]

Hi, I'm Bec, just another bg3 player on Tumblr dot com. Made a sideblog so I don't flood my main with bg3 reblogs. I will also be posting more general dnd stuff from time to time, especially since some of my bg3 ocs are either based on characters I played in campaigns, or went from bg3 to being played in a campaign.

I do art and write some fic, but I don't share a whole lot.

Ask box is open. I'd love to answer questions about bg3, dnd in general, my ocs- pretty much anything, really.

Also sorry for the lack of durges, but I really can't think of much original stuff in terms of backstory so I've kind of left that alone

Basics about my ocs:

Izzrhys Illith'vir (my main Tav, subject of a majority of art/fic stuff, I'm playing him in a dnd campaign as well)- he/him, drow, oath of devotion paladin with 2 levels in life cleric, neutral good. Romancing Gale

Aesir Corvus (an actual dnd character I used, used them for my first tactician level bg3 campaign)- they/them, half high elf thief subclass rogue, chaotic good, romancing Wyll. They and Xarek are half-siblings.

Xarek (originally a dnd character I played in a short campaign with my in-laws, turned the Tav for my second attempt at an honor mode playthrough. He won :3)- he/him, half drow fiend patron warlock, chaotic neutral, romancing Karlach. He and Aesir are half-siblings.

Tiresias (technically my Curse of Strahd character, although I did start a bg3 playthrough with him that I'll maybe see through, especially because he feels very morally different from my other ocs.) he/him, grave domain cleric of Loviatar, lawful evil, no romance selected, if I do pick one at all. (Also, side note: I could not find anything that really fit him in cc, so this is as close as I'm getting. I have sketches that I'll post separately.)

Aratris (my first Tav, made for a multi-player campaign), they/them, half-wood elf circle of the moon druid (though they probably spend more time in owlbear form than in humanoid form lmao), true neutral. Romance undecided. Lae'zel romance bugged out in act 1, so they'll probably end up with Halsin. As of right now, it doesn't look like their campaign is ever actually getting finished sadly.

Leoryn (obligatory bard playthrough???) they/she, high elf lore college bard, neutral good, romancing Astarion

Talaak (My one and only Dark Urge who is not fleshed out very much oops)- she/her, silver dragonborn storm sorcerer, neutral evil romancing Minthara

Roszira- she/her, a strongheart halfling who I lovingly refer to as the "world's worst Tav". She's going to multiclass in everything. Yes, everything. Needless to say, she's incredibly indecisive. I made her to do one of the Steam achievements (multiclass into all classes without using withers) and I know there are a million easier ways to do it, but this has just become my fuck around and get achievements playthrough. Chaotic good. Romancing Shadowheart. Update: I got so many achievements with Roszira's save file, and after hers, I only had two left, one of which was completing honor mode. Thank you for your service, Roszira. Sorry I turned you into a squid.

[heimdallsbraids]

Blood of Mine | Ch. 5 (Heimdall x fem!reader)

Summary: Life is pretty simple. Survive the harsh conditions of Fimbulwinter in Midgard, trade with your dwarven friends in Svartalfheim and – avoid the shit out of Odin’s most loyal lapdog? If word reaches the All-Father about your blood-bending origins, you’re doomed… (Hints of Avatar: TLA, but not a crossover)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity

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Chapter Five: Aftermath

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The door to your room rattled in the wooden frame as you slammed it behind you. You didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to tear open and swallow you whole. Barely a week and a half of life in Asgard, and you were completely, utterly, royally fucked!

Heimdall, of all the bloody people, had figured you out, and you made the stupid mistake of offering him anything he wanted to keep his mouth shut. You were surprised he even accepted it in the first place, fully expecting him to waltz right into the All-Father’s office and blab about everything like the loyal lapdog he was, but he hadn’t. And that made you nervous. Angry, even.

What could he possibly want from you? You had no money, no influence, no special anything to offer the high-ranking Aesir God – except for your blood-bending, of course, but you knew that didn’t interest him nearly as much as it would his father. So, what was it then?

You grit your teeth. You’d have to wait and find out, and you had a sure feeling he was going to take his sweet-ass time with it, too, if the way he acted earlier was of any indication.

You clenched your fists as you entered the great hall, grudgingly following in the footsteps of your latest nightmare. His gait was still an overly confident saunter, but there was an edge to it now, as if he knew something everyone else didn’t – which was completely and utterly accurate, much to your chagrin.

“What do you like?” He asked suddenly.

You had to process his words for a moment until you realised he was asking what you wanted to eat. He held a bowl in one hand, patiently waiting for you to answer him. His expression remained neutral, but you knew he was enjoying this immensely on the inside.

“I… really don’t care,” you mumbled in reply. You doubt you’d even have the stomach for it anyway.

That was how you winded up with a plateful of the most unappetising cut of meat you’ve ever seen in your life and nothing else. You fought the urge to toss it in his face as he sat there munching on a block of cheese beside you, those bifröst eyes of his never once leaving your form. It was unnerving, to say the least, and it certainly didn’t help that you felt the eyes of many others watching the odd scene unfold before them.

You pushed your bowl away with disgust. “Can you stop? Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he blinked, idly picking at the food on his plate as he continued to watch you.

“Ugh, my… fucking god.” You leaned your elbows on the table and buried your face in your hands. It wasn’t until a familiar voice called your name that you looked up. “Thrúd?”

You twisted in your seat to see the young teen quickly approaching. She looked out of breath, almost like she’d run here. A puzzled expression marred her delicate features once she reached you, her eyes bouncing between you and her uncle. Had she been searching for you?

“What are you doing?” She sneered at him, blue eyes blazing with suspicion.

A click of his tongue. “Eating, clearly. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?”

“I meant, why are you eating with her?” She reiterated through clenched teeth, looking as though she was ready for round two of their fight from earlier.

This successfully got the cocky Aesir to look at something other than you. He rotated on the spot to face his niece completely, crossing one ankle over the other as he leaned an elbow back onto the table. It reminded you of a lazy cat stretching out over a cosy surface, completely unbothered by the situation.

“Can’t two people enjoy a meal together?” He asked finally, raising his brows at her.

“Since when do you eat with anyone? You’re a loner!”

The low jab flew in one ear and out the other as his attention strayed back to you. “I believe that’s between you and me, wouldn’t you say, sunshine?”

You wanted to scream at him. Was he really expecting you to play along like this? In front of everyone? In front of Thrúd? He tilted his head forward, waiting, daring you to say otherwise.

“Sure.” You concurred, sounding entirely unconvincing.

“See?” He waved a hand at her, feigning an innocent smile as he spun back around. “Now, do run along, child. It’s way past your bedtime.”

She didn’t. Instead, she looked at you, waiting for you to give her the cue to hit him. You shook your head tiredly, “S’fine. I’ll catch up with you another time, yeah?”

Her shoulders fell slightly, and she reluctantly backed off with a nod. You knew she didn’t believe him for a second, but what else could you do? If you said anything, you would be breaking the unspoken rule of your shaky agreement with Heimdall. If you were to tell anyone of your blackmail situation, you could kiss your sweet freedom goodbye. Besides, you were mouthier than you probably should be to him, considering he practically held your future in his hands.

You remained in your seat for the better part of an hour, waiting for him to give you some notion that he was done with you or that he was leaving, but he didn’t, and you eventually had to ask the bastard if you could retire for the night. That was when he let you go, but not without leaning in nice and close to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be seeing you, sunshine.”

You shivered at the memory as you pinched the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and thumb. “That senseless, disgusting, infuriating son of a-!”

A knock on the door made you freeze mid-rant. “Hey, is everything alright in there?”

It was Sif, you realised. Had Thrúd told her something was up?

You called out, not wanting another face-to-face interaction for the rest of the night. “Yeah, just,” wanting to throw myself out the window, “-getting ready for bed!”

Thankfully, she didn’t press any further, and you finally found it in you to lay down and get some well-deserved shuteye.

The next day came faster than you would have liked. It felt like you’d drifted off for a total of two minutes, and suddenly it was bright outside again, birds happily chirping in the distance, taunting you. You groaned, wanting nothing more than to roll over and head right back to sleep, but you knew the kitchen staff was expecting you, so you finally dragged yourself out of bed and got ready.

You probably looked a fright as you all but stumbled into the kitchen and threw your apron on, ready to hurry up and finish so you could go back to sulking. On a positive note, Heimdall was nowhere to be seen on your stealthy trek through the great hall, most likely already standing guard on the wall.

“You okay, kid?�� Jörgen asked as you awaited his orders.

“Peachy!” You exclaimed, giving him what you hoped was your friendliest smile. It probably looked more like you’d sucked on a sour lemon. A really potent one.

“Right.” He deadpanned, looking unsure. He shook his head, “Anyway, your dish was a success! What’d I tell you? You had nothing to worry about!”

Your brows raised in honest surprise. “Really? He ate it?”

“Actually, from what I heard, someone else did.” He clapped you on the back. “Don’t worry. It’s still good news! It means the Gods like your food! The bad news is you probably won’t be the All-Father’s personal chef anytime soon, which means no promotions for you.”

You were put on soup and stew duty after that, paired with the two servant girls who’d been giggling at your expense yesterday, thanks to Amir’s flirtatious antics. It turns out the young man was off working in the crops today, hence his absence. It was a blessing in disguise, really, since you weren’t in the mood for any of that at the moment. Perhaps another time. The man was good-looking, after all, and you’d be crazy to pass up a good distraction – if that’s what he was looking for anyway.

Though dull and repetitive, the work was calming on your mind, and the shift was over before you knew it, your fellow staff bidding you farewell as you hung your apron on its designated hook. Now that you’ve been out of your room for a while, you didn’t much feel like going back in, so you found yourself aimlessly wandering the streets, your mind going crazy as it filtered through thought after thought about what you were going to do next.

Should you even bother staying in Asgard? Realistically, nothing was tying you here – you were here purely through invitation only. Sure, it came from the top dog himself, but that didn’t mean he’d keep you here against your will… right? Would he let you leave if you asked him? Was Heimdall right in saying the man already knew who you were? What you were? You hadn’t seen much of elusive God since he placed you under the care of his fiery granddaughter almost two weeks prior, choosing to spend his time in his study or venture out on personal business the last time you’d heard.

You huffed, striking a pebble with the tip of your boot, watching it as it skipped a few paces along the jagged stone path. A cold wind blowing through you snapped you from your inner turmoil, and you halted, glancing around. The sun had disappeared behind the giant wall, casting a long, dark shadow over the city as night-time loomed. Locals were disappearing inside to be with their families, the bright candlelights flickering and dancing through the windows of their homes.

You cussed under your breath. You hadn’t meant to wander for so long, your rampaging thoughts clearly getting the best of you, and hurriedly began the trek back to the lodge. Upon reaching the courtyard out front, you resumed a stealthier approach, glancing around and taking note of the lack of soldiers posted around the area. Where was everyone?

Only as you crept closer to the building did you hear the loud noises and cheering from inside. You reeled back just as the front doors burst open to release a rowdy group of Einherjar, yelling and shouting as they stumbled outside with their tankards full of what was no doubt mead. Carefully manoeuvring around them, you stepped inside and were immediately greeted with a fully packed-out great hall. Music played, food was passed around, and people mingled in large groups. It was the busiest, most crowded place you’ve ever been in. The air was thick, and you barely had room to step aside as a servant shot past you with a tray full of more mead.

You were by no means tiny, but you had a tough time seeing over everyone’s shoulders as you tried and failed to make your way to your room. Nevertheless, you were relieved as you spotted a certain strawberry-blonde teen in the distance, calling out to her with a little jump and wave so she’d see you.

“Hey! I was hoping to see you here,” she smiled, linking arms with you. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”

Her enthused energy was beginning to rub off on you as she divided a path through the crowd to the front end of the long dining table. Your eyes widened slightly as you spotted the hulking man accompanying Sif, practically dwarfing her as she sat perched upon his lap. He had long, somewhat messy red hair with a beard to match, and the stormiest blue eyes you’d ever seen. You knew who he was the second you laid eyes on the mighty hammer attached to his hip.

Holy shit, Thor’s her dad?

The beast of a man acknowledged you with a barely noticeable nod as his daughter introduced you. Unfortunately, what would’ve been a pleasant introduction quickly turned into a long-winded tale about the enemy he’d hunted and taken down in Midgard – hence the abrupt celebration upon his return. Sif was all smiles, but you could tell even she was losing interest the longer he raved. It was admittedly awkward as Thrúd pulled you away to a more private corner so she could speak to you quietly, leaving the husband-and-wife duo to entertain the crowd.

You were immediately bombarded with question after question about where you’d been all day and why you were sitting with her uncle last night. You huddled closer to the wall, anxiously searching through the throngs of people for a pair of narrowed bifröst eyes.

“Whoa, shush up! What if he hears?” You hissed, motioning for her to quiet down.

She scoffed. “He won’t hear anything, he’s not even here! He can’t stand huge crowds like this.” Your shoulders relaxed slightly, and she exhaled. “What happened yesterday? Why did he drag you off like that?”

“How should I know? You’re the one that hit him!”

You didn’t miss the way her lips twitched upward, attempting to hold back a victorious grin. You knew she’d never let him live that one down. However, her focus remained on you. “Did he do something to you?”

You appreciated that she cared enough to ask, but she was unintentionally making this more complicated than it needed to be.

“Look,” you sighed, folding your arms. “I may have done something to piss him off, but I promise it’s nothing I can’t handle. He doesn’t scare me, Thrúd.”

That was a white lie, of course. Normal Heimdall, you could manage – he was no more than a typical bully searching for his next victim to play with. But when he was threatening your livelihood and throwing you around like you weighed less than a sack of feathers? That’s when he was intimidating. You’d never felt that level of contempt from anyone before, let alone had it aimed toward you.

“Stop worrying!” You asserted when she didn’t respond straight away.

“How can I not? He’s a right psycho when he wants to be! At least let me tell my dad. I’m sure there’s something he can-”

“No!” You cried, catching the attention of those standing close by. You grasped her by the shoulders, squeezing. “Just let me deal with this. Besides, he’ll probably grow tired of me eventually. I’m sure of it.”

I’m really not.

Despite the frown still tugging at her lips, she hummed in reluctant agreement. You were relieved, to say the least. The last thing you needed was her and her father provoking the guy into telling Odin everything. You’d already messed up once; you sure as Hel didn’t need to mess up again.

All too aware of how you got off scot-free today, you politely turned down her offer of joining the celebration in favour of crawling into bed and enjoying what little peace you have left before the blond God would be on your case again.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 2 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Come in and tell me all about it."

Dante lets me go and leads the way inside.

His apartment is long and narrow and runs half the length of the warehouse.

One wall is all window and most of the space is taken up with art supplies.

Finished works line the other walls.

Like everything about them, Dante's paintings are elegant, refined and classically inspired.

Most feature nudes but none are obscene... which is surprising, coming from a sex-demon.

I've modeled for them in the past and my own face stares back at me from more than one place on the wall.

I look up at the largest example.

The guy in the painting has pale skin smooth as cream, eyes like liquid emeralds, silky brown curls and a mouth like ripe fruit.

Dante says they only paint the truth but the guy in the painting is not who I see in the mirror.

I glance over at the full-length one Dante uses for self-portraits.

The guy in the mirror looks like... well, he looks like he could use a shower and a warm meal... which, honestly, is why I'm here.

Dante's 'living room' is a collection of mismatched furniture arranged in a semi-circle against one corner.

I drop into a chair and they recline elegantly on a low sofa.

By the time I finish my story, they're sitting up, leaning forward with interest.

Even without recounting too many details, recalling the dream has me shaking again at the memory of so much fear and pain.

"And this guy has these dreams 'every time he sleeps'?" Dante asks, incredulous.

I nod.

"There's no way he's human. I mean, I'm a fucking 'dream-eater' and one time, was too much."

"You really think he might be Fallen?" Dante's deep purple eyes are bright with fascination.

Human religions are a mix of vague truths and fairy-tales.

Angels and Devils, Asuras and Devas, Aesir and Vanir, Gods and Titans... all are names for the same thing.

Basically, a long time ago there was this fight between two kinds of powerful beings and one side lost.

They are the Fallen.

They're dangerous and they're not supposed to be on this earthly plane.

"But I don't know how he could be," I say. "I mean, he didn't know I was a demon and he seems to genuinely thinks he's just an architect but that dream..." I shudder.

I can always tell when a dream is a memory or at least based on one.

Things are clearer.

Sometimes I can pick up smells and tastes, remembered sensations but nothing as strong as what I experienced with Damien Knight.

That shit was real.

"It sounds like one of the Hell realms, alright," Dante muses. "But if he somehow managed to escape from that, he's either very clever or one badass motherfucker or both. Whatever he is, he's trouble. I'd stay away if I were you."

"Don't worry," I laugh and rub my hands over my face. "If I never see him again it'll be too soon."

********

Dante agrees to let me stay with them until I can figure out my next move.

In exchange, they ask that I sit for them, as often and for as long as they ask.

This means hours of posing naked and motionless while Dante paints.

It's not my favorite thing but it beats the alternative.

By the end of the week, the thousand dollars is almost gone and I haven't had much luck with new clients.

I got two but they were both pretty weak.

One guy dreamed his checkbook wouldn't balance and he had to go through about ten thousand receipts to make sure they all added up.

The boredom wasn't worth the small amount of energy he gave me.

The other was a woman whose worst nightmare was that she came second in a marathon.

I mean, if I could finish a marathon at all, I'd be happy.

There was a lot of running and I woke up feeling like I'd lost energy rather than gained any.

Dante is generous but I can't stay with them forever.

I give myself two days to come up with new clients or a new plan.

After that... I don't want to prove Max right but I've done worse to survive.

I'm in the middle of redesigning my profile page on the job site, when a message from another social media platform pops up.

It's from Damien Knight.

Fuck.

Of course I used my real name on the job app and he must've traced it. I open the message.

Alex,

Since you haven't responded through the other site, I'm reaching out here. I'd like to schedule another session with you for my dreams. When can we meet?

Damien

I hesitate but then reply.

I'm booked. Not taking any clients.

There. Short and sweet.

He replies immediately.

I'll pay double your rate. $2,000 for two hours.

Ha ha... that's not double.

That's ten times my rate but he doesn't know that.

Proud of my resolve, I type...

'Sorry. No can do.'

I hit send.

Minutes tick by, and I start to feel hopeful that he got the message and gave up.

I go back to editing my profile, when another message pops up.

'I'll pay anything. Name your price.'

Jeez. Will this guy not take a hint?

On a whim, I answer.

$25,000.

His reply is immediate.

Done. When?

Shit. I stare at my screen.

You how people say stuff like, 'I wouldn't do that for any money?'

Well, most of the time they don't mean it and most of the time neither would I.

Not this time.

I'm sorry, I type.

I can't help you. Please stop contacting me.

I let out a long breath and fall back on the couch where I've slept for the past week.

My energy's low, and I need to find a nightmare soon... paying client or not.

There're always the hobos by the docks, if I get really desperate.

I'm frowning at that unpleasant thought, when another message pings.

Reluctantly, I reach for my cell-phone.

Once again, it's from Damien Knight.

I just turned down twenty-five grand but somehow I find these words harder to refuse.

I'm begging you. Please help me.

I stare at the message for ten minutes.

Finally, I type my reply.

Tomorrow 6pm

My finger hovers over the button.

I close my eyes and hit send. 

[eclipsecrowned]

reposting from the old blog. not reblogging bc of the user who sent in the initial ask, so i’m rephrasing this from a meme response to a standalone meta on hel, mental health, and the ability to reach out for help.

Hel’s mental health is NOT GREAT. Her life is pretty much a series of distractions from her hopeless situation and the toll it takes on her health, physically and mentally. She is a carefully crafted facade that keeps all her varying issues buried so deeply they cannot possibly surface and fuck her over.

Her entire being is a creature of composure that she grew behind closed doors to serve others first and her own negativity never. And that’s a nightmare existence, especially because whenever the mask starts to crack, she either further isolates or turns to alcohol. Sometimes a combination of both. She is on record saying that alcohol makes the world more tolerable, which is just the tip of the iceberg.

She would have to admit to having internal problems in order to be diagnosed, so no, she is not presently diagnosed with anything. That said, she’s struggling when others aren’t looking.

Depression is a major issue, exacerbated by her dour and dim surroundings, which she can find some relief from in simply leaving her realm for a time. Even then, she is bound to Helheim, and can never truly be free of it. It also tends to surface whenever she has a bad physical flare up, when her nerves start to fray or she is confined to bed.

Anxiety is another major issue with her, though one she carefully covers. You see this most often in how she approaches those who try to get close to her, terrified of being seen for what she is, terrified of not being good enough, and going out of her head with worry that she never truly be able to hold on to anyone, or that people will be hurt for their association with her.

PTSD is the real silent killer here, and her trauma is always hanging over her. It colors every relationship she reaches friendship or beyond. She lives in constant fear that somehow, she will be made to lose again. Someone will be hurt because of her. Someone will leave her, whether willingly or by choice. She’s never going to get out from under the fate of her family, especially when avenging that trauma is stated to be the purpose her entire life is working towards. PTSD feeds into pretty much every other struggle she has mentally. It’s the undercurrent that tugs at every other facet of her mental health, even if it’s not outwardly displaying as such.

Depersonalization and derealization can serve to break her as well, this feeling that she is detached from this life she was forced to lead, or feeling that none of it is real. She is alive among the dead. She is in a place with its own logic and laws. And when her stress reaches its boiling point, her mind simply lets her disconnect to cope. This is happening to someone else, and she is merely the audience. This is happening to her, but she is only an actor on a stage, and soon she will be led back to the real world once the play is done.

Hel projects, and she projects hard. She buries her self-loathing such that she doesn’t present weakness, but she’s very eager to display it in what she thinks of others. Others, she thinks, must see her as she won’t admit she sees herself. You see this especially with her parents – She thinks Angrboda must be disappointed in her, this daughter of a she-wolf who allowed herself to be tamed by the work of the Aesir. She is sure that Loki should hate for all the years she spent doubting him under Odin’s influence. She hates herself, and her weaknesses, and she pushes it upon those that love her. She can’t grasp their unconditional love, cannot see how she deserves it, so she flips it to her own personal narrative of how she should be perceived by those she thinks she failed.

Sublimation is taken to the point of martyrdom for Hel. She does not get angry, she gets clever. She does not get upset, she removes herself from the situation. While these are good coping mechanisms, Hel uses it to the point of denying any negative feelings whatsoever. She does not express anger or sorrow for her own circumstances. She thinks this was the downfall of Sigyn’s sons, and so she has stifled it so tightly that the feelings cannot even be understood any longer. And that is unhealthy, no matter what she might use as alternatives. Anger and sadness are natural emotions, and she refuses to see them as anything but a way to surrender control.

At this point, anything is better than Hel’s grin and bear it attitude. Therapy would be an absolute miracle for someone like her, but that would mean admitting there is a problem and letting someone else in – something her various issues have barred her from doing for so long.

[spandexual]

#literally just use deluge and a VPN if your ISP is a phone service provider#or even the fucking internet archive like goddamn#there was also people buying the bootleg DVDs not understanding that... DVDs can be bootleged... but EVEN THOSE USE OVERTIME SUBS LMAO lmao yeah

even O-T2.0 is still vastly superior to every other running subgroup lmao it's not like Heat was ever perfect in the first place but god the amount of shitsubs out there really makes them look it

but yeah you guys Have to torrent this shit and if you don't know how check da fucking r/Piracy megathread and LEARN instead of being spoonfed the worst possible often just straight up incorrect subs And viruses on shitty streaming sites with dogshit ass video quality

here are the subgroups I've used for every toku I've watched so far btw:

BEST POSSIBLE SUBS + VIDEO QUALITY (FOR WHAT IT IS)

Over-Time: The Hero Yoshihiko, Abaranger, Dekaranger, Timeranger (unfortunately only up to 32), W, OOO, Fourze, Wizard, Shinkenger, Gokaiger, Go-Busters, Kyoryuger, ToQger, Ninninger, Zyuohger, Kyuranger, Amazons, Drive, Ghost, Zi-O, Zero-One, Zenkaiger, Donbrothers, Kingohger, Boonboomger (OZC will usually use O-T subs for bluray releases with the highest possible video quality so if you can't find the O-T versions look for OZC and hope you have enough HD space. Zichz for Zenkaiger, CGI-Festival for Donbros) EXCITE!: Blade, Ex-Aid, Geats MFC (MillionFold Curiosity): Gingaman, Megaranger, Goseiger, pretty sure they did most of the subs that Shout stole actually HaroRangers: Carranger G.U.I.S (Grown Ups In Spandex): Jetman, Kakuranger, pretty sure what Shout didn't steal from MFC they stole from GUIS, minus the really helpful contextual text files they include Aesir: if you truly must watch Gaim for some reason Geki-Senshi: Gekiranger (if you only ever watch one non-TVN show and you're otherwise a TVN diehard WATCH THIS ONE because the TVN sub is literally still half un-translated they didn't even try with the Janspeak and Chinese/martial arts terms lol) (also you should just watch Gekiranger because it's god tier)

FINE (some of these are scrubs and should hopefully be replaced by resubs but generally at least better video than TVN which I know isn't saying much lol)

RWR: Dairanger Imagination Station: Abaranger, GoGoV (didn't actually watch this lol just downloaded it but if it's not a massive dip in quality from Abaren then it's probably Fine) go-anon: Go-Onger MCS (Midnight Crew Subs): Kuuga GSF! (Gao Souls Forever!): Gaoranger gomen rider: Agito SS (Shushutto): Hurricanger, Hibiki tinyhenshin: Magiranger (considering that TVN Magiranger is somehow even worse than Faiz it's something. Where the infamous "obakachantachi" comes from) Dodgy (crunchyroll subs rip, not a fansub): Ultraman Orb

NOT GREAT, BOB

Nemet: Battle Fever J YoY/Earthly: Kabuto (really not good so it gets put here instead of Fine but at least the video is better than TVN) TV-Nihon or "anon": Cutie Honey The Live, last part of Timeranger deeply unfortunately, Ryuki also deeply unfortunately, Faiz (possibly one of their worst outings, almost loops back around into being funny with how poorly subbed it is), Boukenger, Den-O (excruciating considering 99% of Den-O's comedy is manzai but hey look forward to new subs from [REDACTED!] soon), Kiva (deserve)

FUNNIEST POSSIBLE AND HONESTLY MOST ACCURATE WAY TO EXPERIENCE KAMEN RIDER DECADE

Mega-Anon 1-13 sans 4 and 5 which are done by HikariSenshi, 14-17 HS, MCS 16-17, NTN 18-31 sans 24-25 which are done by O-T, TVN Net Movies, O-T/OZC movie-movies yes this was a real batch download put together by a real person and I really did watch it this way all are available either on the cat site or gdrives just put a little effort into your hobby and just ask someone if you can't find anything other than TVN lmao bc unless it's a net video there's almost always another option

how many times do you guys need to be told that TVN are incompetent video packers at best and literally so bad at translating they change entire plotlines at worst for you to watch fucking OVER-TIME instead. For ToQger of all things when poetry and subtlety and obfuscation is a huge part of the story. Be so fucking serious omg

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Book Review: "Black Wolf: The Binding of Loki" by Una Verdandi

I liked a lot of things about this book (4/5). I think it's a worthwhile read despite me disliking some decisions and aspects. I would only avoid if some of the topics are triggering or if some of the things I mention in the "Cons" list are deal-breakers for you. My main complaint is how LONG this book is. 900+ pages! I would not recommend to people who prefer softer depictions of Loki. He spirals into something akin to the Joker in this one, still a very compelling depiction regardless and I enjoyed it (I do like the Joker as a character).

Loki is not soft or silly in this book. He terrifies pretty much everyone (to the point where they don't taunt him much despite them disapproving of his lifestyle and choices, and I'd argue Thor gets taunted more over being unmanly over his beard being burnt off by Loki). What softness he had gets lost in the end. And he is impossible to humiliate because he just doesn't give a fuck about anything or how he's perceived. With the exception of Sleipnir ( it wasn't rape in this book, he spends a lot of time as an animal and wanted a child), the myths that made Loki seem like a silly fuck-up (such as the goat CBT) were omitted. He's an unnerving and unpredictable force in this re-telling.

Warnings: There's physical abuse, period-typical queerphobia, referenced miscarriages, child abuse, rape, domestic violence, lots of murder, referenced genocide, and questionable use of binding oaths. There's referenced/implied underage sexual activity, implied CSA. The morality is rather "period-typical."

Pros:

It has probably the best Sigyn characterization I've ever encountered in a book. She feels realistic and complicated. She's pragmatic and very strong and independent, and also has a history of being an abuse victim, and she takes no shit. This is coming from the blog that constantly trashes a lot of her characterizations.

I also liked Sif's characterization, and the way her relationship with Loki is interpreted here is very interesting and ends up driving a lot of the plot. Frigg's characterization is also compelling. She did everything to prevent the death of her son. This book wrote women rather well and that's very unusual.

I liked how Loki's shapeshifter powers work here. He basically has to make himself again back from scratch (he can heal himself in that way), and this book also plays with body horror (looking at his transformations is very disturbing and it's painful for him). Loki is shown to have a very high pain tolerance for this reason.

I think this book's messy dynamics and portrayals are compelling and interesting. Odin manipulates his sons and destroys their relationships in doing so while trying to avoid the Prophecy of Ragnarok.

Loki was not boring. He's compelling despite being VERY awful. The Aesir killed off his people ( a clan of Jotnar that are referred to as "Nomads") and "adopted" him, thinking they would avoid the Prophecy of Ragnarok in doing so. He's very much aware of his history and rightfully resents the Aesir for it. He spends a lot of time in animal form, and this is something Jotnar are known to do and how most of his children came to be. Loki reads like a domesticated force of nature more than anything.

I liked the Cain and Abel dynamic established between Balder and Loki. And Balder being a dumb-ass indestructible child taunting Thor into hitting him by telling him that Loki was right about Thor "having fat tits" was hilarious and got me to read the damn long-ass book.

I liked the idea of the Gods navigating modern day post-apocalyptic Midgard trying to catch Loki, and criticizing the lack of housing casually (because Rules of Hospitality).

The Jotnar are portrayed in a sympathetic light rather than evil monsters that must be vanquished.

Cons:

I liked the Logyn in this book a lot and was disappointed to see Loki evolve into a VERY abusive asshole to his wife and children. The one time I thought it plausible and found Logyn compelling this happened! Basically, Loki's marriage to Sigyn was arranged by Odin to avoid intrafamilial conflict. Sigyn gained Loki's respect with her wit and pragmatism. Loki gained Sigyn's with his parental love towards Sleipnir. They bonded over Sleipnir, and I thought that was beautiful. But in the end, it went to shit...

I know this will turn a lot of people away from this book, which is why I mention it here. I admit I would not mind as much it if I wasn't annoyed by the overall Jokerification of Loki commonly seen in media depictions. I was expecting Loki to be a very shitty husband like Thor was depicted here, but not to the extent of marital rape and physically abusive to Sigyn, Vali, and Narfi. After his downfall being caused by the loss of some of his children and establishing Loki as very parental and protective of his children earlier in the narrative, the way he treated his less unusual children due to a "spiral into madness" makes for a loss of payoff. And the one thing that really annoyed me is that they implied he raped underage Roskva because "he went mad". This is not in the myths. And IDK, the Jokerification thing bugs me. The Roskva thing felt like it was just for shock value rather than to establish more plot points (which is why I am a bit more forgiving of the "Loki is an abusive husband/father" thing in here since it has relevance to Vali's characterization).

Keep in mind the book is mostly from the POV of characters on the Aesir's side. They do reference Odin's myth-accurate rape of Rindr, but it's focused less than with Loki's retelling-only ones. There's not as much focus on the Aesir's actions of similar weight to Loki's cruel misdeeds. It's just mentioned Thor kills Jotnar women very casually, and a Jotnar in cahoots with Loki refers to putting an end to the constant "raping of Jotnar women" by the Aesir.

[this-is-a-witty-url]

Every time I look at the “Odin malnourished Loki” take on this hellsite, I just wanna slip a piece of paper that says, “It’s called magic.”