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compacflt · 1 year

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in regard to the icemav convo about american made cars: I think it would be funny if after mav gets his regular license, ice buys him a truck that they can use for transporting stuff to the hangar and when he gifts it to mav all the man can do is laugh bc stamped across the ass is MAVERICK. It’s a 2023 ford maverick (in area 51 bc I’m partial to that color)

and mav likes it, but he doesn’t love driving it bc it’s so big (and he just likes being a passenger princess too much), so ice drives it mostly which inspires a whole lot of jokes about ice liking having maverick’s name stamped on his ass. bradley gags from the other room every time.

if it matters to u, i agree with this hc 150% on rhetoric grounds. thank god for your mind.

however i would like to raise the issue that recent american pickup trucks have become non-useful, overexpensive, and suburban-coded in a way i think ice and mav would reject. the ford maverick was built with the intention of dropping kindergarteners off at school, not of actually doing hard labor. see below infographic for what I mean.

It’s a fucking travesty. Trucks are so ugly and useless now. the maverick is not immune to this. (maverick below)

what good is having a fucking truck if it can’t even hold two REGULAR ASS BIKES in the bed. & when the bed is empty the chassis is unbalanced in a way that leads to more accidents etc. (tbf that was true in the 70s/80s too but im feeling more hateful towards modern trucks rn). In short—the modern American pickup truck is no longer useful, it’s a way to virtue signal to other Americans that you *think * you know what hard labor is, even when you’re driving around in a glorified odyssey with a teeny tiny bed that can barely hold a couple bags of mulch for the back garden

ice & mav don’t even have any little kids anymore, i think they’d consider a backseat useless & a waste of space

SO i would like to offer you a Compromise, which is that ice & mav buy either (or both) a 1974 ford maverick AND/OR a 1990 ford maverick

for the Funny Name & coolness factor (& the “making Bradley vom cause of how cute his parents are” factor), and then soup up, like, a 1984 Chevy C10 for actual towing/hauling purposes.

#*slaps roof of 2022 ford maverick* you could hit so many grade schoolers with this bad boy #the 1974 ford maverick is. admittedly extremely sexy and i am only kind of a ford guy #god the 1990 maverick too. just kind of beast mode. i can see that.#love the ask though. i hope you don’t mind my tweaks. we’re on the same wavelength #my vitriol for the modern american truck stems from my hatred of my grandfather’s 2020 f250 #which he has never used to tow anything once and constantly complains about how hard it is to find parking in suburban california 😀#yeah brother no shit!#the one cool thing about new trucks is you can use them as a generator for a few days though #we lose power for days on end where i live during fire season and that truck has been really helpful #but it’s ass ugly and not otherwise useful.#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #asks #mav being a passenger princess has to be canon #a man physiologically built to sit shotgun ❤️#if u get a truck with an actual bed u can drive ur war hero husband out into the desert #& lay out a blanket in the back & make out with him under the stars #can’t do that in a 2023 maverick

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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kratos x reader, mimir x granddaughter!reader | part I of II.

| part II. | masterlist

× summary: escaping from odin’s long prison days, y/n manages to take a visit to the tree where odin kept her grandfather, mimir but there is no one. mimir is gone and now, she seeks for him as she follows trials of red colored marked man and a child.

× requested by anon: Ahem. The world needs grandfather Mimir. While the Wisest of the living was alive, relatively young, and one with his body, he found a human child, warmed his heart and took this child for himself. Now Mimir has a granddaughter, a successor! But, problems began with the Old Fool... With Odin, and the girl had to be hidden. But it didn't work out. The Allfather has found already a young woman. And then Mimir was imprisoned in a tree... Then Kratos... Well, all that. And so, Mimir hangs out on Kratos' belt and is sad for his child. Thanks for attention. [comment section:] I'm glad you liked the idea, thank you! Oh, the ending, the details, everything as you want! I trust you :3 If the granddaughter survived and saw the head of her beloved grandfather on someone's belt, then I think she would be angry... Attacking and trying to kill Kratos is risky, but the granddaughter is not a coward either! =D [thanks for requesting! ^^]

× wc: 2.4k

× warnings & tags: fluff, angst, grandfather!mimir, granddaugther!reader, hostile behavior, cute atreus, events take place after kratos cut mimir’s head off and left freya’s home [gow 2018], reader is the goddess of spirits [original. didn’t take from mythology.], will have two parts, using she/her pronouns rather then ‘you’. enjoy! <3

Tears falling from the eyes, deep sighs, a young woman standing in front of a tree, holding her own arms with shaking hands. The tree was standing there in a great silence. The weather was windy, making her hair move without her noticing, giving chills and calmness to her heart – to her soul.

Silence.

Maybe for the first time, silence wasn’t good for her. It was like a hurricane but in her heart because he was gone – Mimir was gone. Her significant grandfather, her only family she had was gone. She thought the last time she heard his playful and funny voice, making her giggle with his silly jokes, being the best grandfather out there. Now, she was thinking so many memories about him while looking at – blood.

Dried blood, falling from the tree to its thick branches, making brown, green and red mix.

Her eyes were looking at it, not giving any attention to the realm at all.

She was in pain. She had to be happy but no, she couldn’t because of finding the tree empty. She had to be happy. She escaped from Odin’s prison, taking advantage of his complex mind about the upcoming disaster; Ragnarok. She even cut her bond with the Asgard, finding the clues where he held Mimir, coming here to find her grandfather and make him reach his own freedom to. She even thought about their happy future together; Mimir talks about her mother, she makes him food to eat, being a family. These wishes seemed impossible now – too hard to reach because she didn’t know if her grandfather died or not – if Odin killed him or not. If he killed him – if Odin was the one behind all this – she would break the whole Asgard down to the grounds.

“I never thought I would be jealous of you.”

Rasping voice came from behind, making she rolling her eyes because of hearing the voice of Odin’s harbinger son, Baldur, his personal tracker who brings madness everywhere he goes. Of course Odin realized her escape, eventually; he was the All-Father for a reason. Therefore, knowing that he would give poison to her mind for manipulating, she began to calm herself down to have a clearer mind.

“And I never thought I would hear your disgusting voice again.”

Chuckling to her, Baldur opened his hands, “How I missed you!”

Rolling her eyes, she cleaned her dried tears, giving Baldur a hatred gaze, she picked up her personal weapons; arrows and a golden bow that hold magic on them, and a little knife which could kill a dragon thanks to curse it possessed.

Showing no fear, she stood up, standing right in front of the God who was immune to all damages, untouchable. She was the granddaughter of Mimir, the smartest man alive. Even Baldur knew his power and knowledge. She knew how every Aesir God and Goddess came to visit Mimir to seek wisdom. He thought her well. He thought her everything he knew, making her a strong and fearless one. She wasn’t afraid of anything, even Baldur, even Odin.

Knowing this well, Baldur just looked around like he wasn’t give a damn care about her presence, acting clearly to make his upcoming lie better in manipulating her. “Don’t act like you don’t want to learn where your precious grandfather is.”

“I didn’t say that. I just showing you the way you came.” She turned to other side, “I don’t need you.”

“But I do.” He said while approaching to her slowly. “Someone took his head. All-Father needs him back and well, you too. You don’t want anyone to hurt him, right? But clearly, he is already in the hands of an enemy.”

Listening him, she rolled her eyes, “And what happened to your ability on being the best tracker Odin had? Lost it already?”

Smirking, he said, “Being in prison didn’t teach you anything, clearly, or else, you would be thanking me right now for what I will tell.”

“And what is that?” Turning to him, she looked so – apathetic even if she held a great agony in her heart. But she couldn’t show any emotions, not to Baldur. Mimir told her how every God under the wings of Odin was untrustworthy, ready to take advantage of others’ weaknesses.

“A red marked man took him. He has a child with him. He is different.” Baldur said, sounding real. “Enemy of us.” Referring to her being an Aesir Goddess who held no sympathy for Odin or the Asgard, Baldur gave the information he had. That place – the Asgard was hell for her, nothing more and even if she knew Baldur was telling truth, she acted like she didn’t believe.

“Whatever.” Standing right on the edge of the mountain, she added before climbing her way down, “Just leave me alone Baldur. I am no longer a prisoner of All-Father, so, act like it.”

Baldur was right. Mimir was there, in the belt of a man who had red marks on his huge and built pale body. He had a child with him; a little boy with orange colored hair and blue eyes. The boy had arrows and a bow while the bigger man, probably his father, had an axe. From where she stand, she could understand it was a leviathan axe. It had a great power as well as boy's bow. They were powerful, clearly. They were a threat for Baldur and of course they had to have some specific elements that make them strong.

While watching them traveling around the Midgard in a hidden way, she studied big man who had an axe. He was bad news but she didn't fear him even though he was looking so - powerful, like it would be the easiest thing to break her neck. However, he had to be good. Mimir was looking happy. He was chuckling at some comments that little boy made. Red marked one was in silence for the most of the time while little one kept talking and talking in a cute way.

She - She didn't expect this: Mimir being safe and sound, red marked man didn't hurt him at all. It looked like it was the quite opposite what Baldur told. Mimir looked - free.

However, that didn't explain why and how her grandfather standing on this man's belt, not having his other body parts except the head.

Feeling a sudden rage, she took her bow and arrows, finding a remarkable way to show her presence; higher point of the hill that the team were heading.

"Stop!" She shouted, holding her magical bow and one of her arrows right on the big man, ready to take a headshot at any moment. "Leave him."

Before red marked man who now had a confused expression while putting his hand in front of the boy, wanting to protect him could make a comment, Mimir talked, "Y/n?!" His voice was filled with surprise and excitement. "Brother, show me her."

With his wish, the man Mimir called as brother, a good sign, pulled his head from the belt, holding it on the air, making she and Mimir see each other's face.

"Grandpa!" She shouted in relief, tears are ready to appear on her now peaceful face. He was all right and he was looking at her happily. "I thought -" She tried to say, "I thought you were dead. I thought your soul was gone because of not having - ugh - your other halves."

Little boy chuckled at her silly comment, making the air calmer and more friendly.

The man who was holding Mimir's head was looking at her directly, waiting her to take her guard down. So, she did. She lowered her weapons directed to him slowly, giving him an apology look.

"I would hug you if I was, well, not a head now."

Jumping from the top she was on, approaching her grandfather, she made the man took a little defense. He wasn't trusting her yet. Understandable.

"Come here you old man." She put two kisses on Mimir's cheeks, giving him a smile. "Don't leave me ever again," She said, "Never."

"Oh my poor grand daughter," Mimir sounded sad too, feeling guilt about leaving her alone, in the hands of Odin. "I am so sorry. I will not allow him to hurt you again." He smiled sadly.

"Who you are talking about?" Little boy asked in curiosity.

She turned to him, "Odin. He - he put me in a prison after he made my grandfather imprisoned in a tree."

"Yes, we saved him from there! The witch - Freya helped us too! Do you know her?" Giving a lot information in such a short time made his father speak, warning him.

"Boi."

She turned to him, matching voice with a matching body type; deep, husky, and powerful. She thought how he could give piercing feeling to people with just his voice.

"Don't." She said, "He is just curious." Turning from the man's hazel colored eyes to little boy's blue ones. "Very understandable at the age of yours, little boy."

"Atreus," He said happily, "My name is Atreus."

Smiling to him, she gave her hand to him to greet, "And I am Y/n. Mimir's granddaughter."

As they shook their hands, his father made a 'hmm' notice that make her turn to him again, "And you?"

Before he could speak, Mimir said again, "Kratos. The son's father." Clearly, "She is on our side brother. She means no harm. Right sweetheart?"

Nodding to Mimir's comment, she said, "I am sorry to act hostile but when I see my grandfather's head shaking on your belt, I thought you took him as hostage."

He didn't say anything but when Atreus looked at his father, he finally spoke again. "Kratos."

Smiling you said, "Nice to meet you Kratos, and Atreus."

There was a silence, a peaceful but piercing one 'till Mimir spoke again, "Let's go and camp. There is lot to talk and I can say the boy is already hungry brother."

Turning to his son, Kratos nodded, pointing a direction to Atreus to follow, he began to walk as he put Mimir's head on his belt again. She didn't complain. She knew how there were just a few person who are trustable. He had to protect his son too.

Following them behind, she looked at her grandfather, pointing to Kratos, "Is he always like this?"

Mimir smirked, "Yes. From the time we have spent together, I can say he is always like this."

"I can hear you." Kratos said, annoyed but not quite hostile anymore.

"So," Atreus turned to her, walking backwards, "Are you a Goddess too? Are you from the Asgard? Mimir didn't told us he had a granddaughter."

She said before Kratos made a warning again, "I am an Aesir Goddess." After realizing Kratos' sudden disturbing expression, probably remembering his meetings with other Aesir Gods, she added, "But I am not on their side. That is why Odin put me in a prison. He didn't want me to help Mimir and other people who are against them."

"How did you escape?" This time it was Mimir who asked a question.

"Odin is so focused on something else than me. He left the prison for a week and I found a way out by doing some magic that are forbidden and hard to do. It took me 23 years to spell the magics correctly."

"23 years?!" Atreus spoke in disbelief, "How long did you stay in there?"

Thinking it for a second, she said, "It has to be 89 winters."

"Wow, that's," He tried to say, showing his sadness clearly. Sadness he felt because of the situation she was in. "That's a lot."

"Hmm." Kratos said, sounding empathetic.

Smiling to Atreus after turning from Kratos wide shoulders that looked magnificent, she said, "It's okay. I am free now as well as my grandfather. We will not let that happen ever again."

Nodding to her, Mimir said, "Now it's time to smell the freedom. Take a look around sweetheart. Finally, we can see the realms and their beauty. And I am thankful to this little boy and brother to set me free."

She added, "I am too." She turned to Kratos, "I am thankful."

"I did it for us. Not for him or you." Such a hostile personality.

"I can say this is not true at all." She said, "I can see kindness inside you and the boy now."

Kratos stopped, turning to her, making both Atreus and her to look at his bigger body. He finally spoke again, asking another question, "What Goddess are you?"

She smiled; finally, he took an interest in her. Out of a certain reason, this made her feel excitement. Kratos who was probably a God but from other realms now had curiosity about her.

"I am the Goddess of spirits. From the Asgard to all other realms, I can sense every spiritual things and their souls. I can even smell them." She turned to Atreus, then to Kratos. They all were listening in silence. "From the power I hold, I can say that you are two lost spirits who have no harm to others unless they hurt you." Taking a few steps to Kratos, closing the gap between them, she added, "You are trying to protect the boy, understandable behavior but you also don't mean to act all hostile. This is just the nature of yours which I can empathize. But you also should know that I mean no harm too. I am here for Mimir. I want to protect only family I have like you do. So," She gave him her smaller hand in a friendly manner, "Let's get along, shall we? Maybe," She smiled, looked at the boy again who was watching them curiously, then to Kratos, "Maybe we can be friends?"

Kratos looked at her hand, then, slowly, he took it. Shaking his powerful hand a little, she felt real warmness on her soul. She could see the future, a good one, together. The things she couldn't see was that how they will be more than friends. They will find peace and love with each other's lost and broken souls that will cure slowly thanks to other's company. They will be a family.

And with that, the new and long journey for their bond has started.

end of part I.

thanks for reading u all. <3

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