#a mimir come to life

[ratatatastic]

i just love how rumpled he looks we joke mackie got woken up and shoved out of the hotel into the arena but have we considered it looks like bobby should be snug as a bug in a rug with a sleep cap and bunny slippers on right now and not in a hockey rink

[mimssysciest]

i always have the worst couples as my comfort ships, what the hell.

the brain rotting levels these DORKS gave me is worse than the time i was obssesed with gopher. (topher bus/gandhi)

i got a doc on my notes app with 40 ideas on fanart for them. (this includes editing, drawings, maybe comics? not sure, these might become eventually fanfics in case i cant draw it right.)

(in case you are a ch mootie and is curious, i had one doc for gopher too, but i registered way fewer. theres around 12 ideas </3)

NO OTHER PAIRING I LIKED MADE ME GET THIS MUCH IDEAS IN SUCH A FEW TIME, im honestly impressed with myself and with how there is such few fan content of them if there is so much potential 😭

i dont rlly blame the fandom for such, their relantioship is mostly played as a joke in the show than a real thing to develop their characters and dynamic, which is fine, not everything needs to be treated seriously, specially if we're talking about a side character and his love interest that is one of the main antagonists in a exagggerated comedy. also, sometimes they have pretty toxic moments, like, vicky literally beats him up and mark attempted to kidnap her and also knew exacly where she lived, thats disturbing! and yet, it makes total sense for them to be toxic, given how awful they both are. i mean, were. because mark actually improves in the later seasons and even becomes friends with timmy, and tbh?? that brings even more potential to them, like, i think their relantioship could either help them improve or make eachother worse. (the latter i refer more to vicky, though, i can see she getting actual character development if she was more grounded, like in the oh yeah cartoons shorts/season 0.)

anyway, i conclude they could've been cute in a weird way, they could be more than what there was in the show.

actually, i hope these freaks die for infesting my thoughts and for making me take a interest in vicky as a character. i always hated her so much until now 😭 but thanks for reading.

ALSO, they need a ship name. HOW COME YALL ARE A CANON COUPLE IN A SHOW THAT IS MORE THAN 20 YEARS OLD AND NEVER GOT ONE?

i thought in calling them "emerald morning star"

• morning stars are medieval weapons that vicky carries with her a lot of times through the show, while mark finds somewhat of ammusement in violence due to his planet's culture. im pretty sure too that in the earlier seasons it was mentioned that he enjoys torturing prisoners, so it definetely fits both of them. 😭 (THESE FREAKS ARE DESPICABLE AND SICK (IN THE EARLIER SEASONS), THATS WHY I LIKE THEM SO MUCH. I FUCK WITH CHARACTERS THAT CLEARLY ARE MADE FOR EACHOTHER OR DESERVE THEIR PARTNER.)

•"morning star" theres "star" in the name, and mark's from outer space erm... also his and, i guess, yuggopotamia's symbol is a UPA styled star.

•morning star is one of the devil's names, which aligns with vicky's evilness.

•"emerald" cuz the signature color of both of them is a shade of green and i love this little detail about them. they really are made for eachother.

not sure about this name, i want to hear more ideas, but i cant think of something that represents them better.

[faeryarchives]

a day in your life in twisted wonderland

synopsis: random twts with your fave first year

pairing: epel felmier x female streamer!reader

other versions (coming soon❗️): second years | third years

first years version: ace trappola | deuce spade | jack howl | sebek zigvolt

second year version: riddle rosehearts | ruggie bucchi | azul ashengrotto

note: sorry if it looks long i had fun with him 😭 i go mimir 😴😪 check out for other fics like this on my blog through #faeryworks 😁 divider credits goes to @cafekitsune ❤️

extra note: yam means you and me and that is epel’s nickname for u

[whackk-kermitt]

How They Proposed

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: I don't know any old Norse or Greek marriage proposal traditions and I don't care enough to Google. 🤷‍♂️

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Kratos

He literally just asked.

Almost didn't even ask honestly…

“We should marry.(?)”

So straightforward it was almost pathetic.

Yet when you smiled so brightly and accepted he smiled back.

The kind of smile that reaches the eyes.

He'd been so sure you would agree to taking his hand, you had already taken his heart and given him yours.

But there was still a doubt of his worth in the back of his head that whispered about the chance of being rejected.

But it went away when you jumped in his arms and immediately started introducing him as your husband to everyone you meet.

The proposal was so unromantic but the wedding…?

Can you say big fat Greek wedding?

Because absolutely it was.

There weren't a lot of people, really just the close important ones.

He shed a single tear when he saw how much effort you put into cleaning up and dressing up for it.

You had looked so beautiful when you took his hand that it almost felt like a dream he would wake from soon.

Kratos definitely made you cry with his vows to you.

Mimir

If he still had his body he would've loved to take you to your favorite place in all the realms.

He would've wanted to lay out a picnic for you two, with flowers and sweets and the best food he could cook up.

He would've taken his time making it perfect for you.

He almost cried when he realized he wouldn't be able to slide a ring on your finger.

Yet what he did instead was get Kratos to get as much of this dream done as possible!

They made up a reason to get you out there without you getting suspicious.

Kratos had gone out there earlier when he said he was hunting to set up the picnic.

Even if he couldn't eat anything he made sure your favorites were there.

As soon as you were unknowingly led to the picnic Kratos handed Mimir to you and left without a word.

You sat and held mimir as he explained that he wanted to make it romantic but could manage it on his own.

Finally, he asked you to consider being his wife, and before he could even finish you had said yes.

Best Day of his life.

And now it was his favorite place in all the realms.

Sindri

This man went all out on a romantic dinner!

Cooking himself with help from tyr to make sure the food was great.

Setting the candlelit dinner up and kicking everyone out for the night.

He'd got a vase with your favorite flowers for a centerpiece.

He crafted the ring himself.

And when you returned to the house and saw him standing there you know what was coming.

You started crying with joy before he even got to ask.

But you calmed yourself and let him.

He stuttered a lot and bounced on the balls of his feet.

He almost didn't even have the guts to look you in the eye when he asked it.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

And after you said yes he had one more surprise for you.

Not only taking your hand in his to slide the ring on your finger…

He kissed you for (likely) the first time.

Of course, he washed his face and hands before you guys sat to eat.

Brok

He was terrified.

Plain and simple.

He never thought he'd be the type of man to marry until you brought it out of him.

He had no idea what he was doing.

He took all of Sindri’s advice and put together a romantic dinner.

He grumbled when Sindri told him he absolutely should not be the one cooking…

It was not the most elagent and romantic dinner but it was his best at making something special for you.

It was perfect.

He practiced the words he wanted to say in the mirror for hours.

When you came to him and smiled at the efforts he put into the table set(mostly Sindri’s work) he couldn't find the words.

So he skipped over that and you guys sat to eat.

He just enjoyed talking and dining with you until you reached for his hand and told him you loved him and everything he's done to make you feel special.

Then the words found themselves.

“I love you too, hot stuff. I wanna love you till death tries t’ tear us part. Will you marry me?”

Then he showed you the ring.

He freaked the fuck out when you started crying but smiled when he heard you saying yes through the tears.

Then he started to happy cry a bit.

He made you promise to never tell anyone he did.

Tyr

He took you somewhere far from people and just held your hand in is as you two strolled through the Flora and Fana thriving around you.

He didn't plan exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to ask, but he hopped it would please you to hear.

You two walked and talked for a good hour or two.

It was a peaceful and domestic connection between you that made him feel like anything he would say, even if he messed it up, you would understand.

When the two of you reached a particularly stunning view of a waterfall, he allowed you to step ahead and admire the view.

He was almost too wrapped up in admiring you he'd nearly forgotten about the proposal!

He bent down on one knee just behind you and waited.

When you notice he had not come to your side when you called his name you turn to find him smiling up at you.

“My love, I want nothing more than to spend all my days with you. If you'd except me?”

He held up the ring to you.

The sound of your voice saying yes was the most captivating sound he'd ever heard.

He was mesmerized by it for a long moment, smiling so sweetly.

Then he made quick work of sliding the ring on your finger and pulling you in and embrace.

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I honestly had trouble thinking of something for Heimdall on this one! Sorry! If anyone has ideas for his character, please let me know!

Not proofread.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[hereforreadandwrite]

Abandoned Part 2

Masterlist

Your mother always knew what was best for you.

She always saw through the intentions of others, warning you against people who were malicious or who simply wanted to take advantage of you, and she encouraged you to go towards those she liked. When you told him about Kratos and he came to give you your wedding ring. Your mother disapproved of him as soon as he walked through the door, but you were too in love to actually listen.

Your mother knew better, you wish you would have listened to her and stayed away, but no. You listened to your heart and went with Kratos, becoming his "wife."

Why did you think he loved you?

“One way or another, something is going to go wrong,” she said. "He's only here because you're young and he's lonely. As soon as he finds a woman he's interested in, he won't stay. All he does is lie and fool you 'illusion. A man like him has an ego. You deserve much more (Y/N)."

Your mother tried to protect you from this pain, but you didn't listen to her. You were so happy that a man like Kratos was interested in you.

You left your mother.

You left your loving home for a man who didn't care about you.

Now you stood in front of your childhood home. You were terrified of facing your mother. You were sure and certain that she wouldn't want you anymore, especially when you told her that you were pregnant. Speki and Svanna moaned beside you, licking your hands. You smile at the wolves, finally gathering your courage to go and knock on the door. When the door opened, your courage melted like snow in the sun. Your mother looked at you in surprise. You jabbered incomprehensible words. To your surprise, your mother hugged you.

“I missed you so much,” she said, hugging you.

You cried with all the tears in your body, of relief, of anger, of sorrow. It was probably the hormones that were causing you to have this whirlwind of emotions, but you were happy to be back home.

Your mother allowed you and the two she-wolves to go inside. You explained to her what had happened and why you were back home. Your mother had listened to you patiently without interrupting you or judging you. When you told her about your pregnancy, she hugged you, reassuring you, saying that she would do everything to help you with your child.

A weight lifted from your shoulders.

You finally felt welcome and loved.

Your mother also loved Speki and Svanna.

She has always loved animals.

Your pregnancy was going wonderfully. Your belly grew bigger day after day. Six moons had just passed and in all that time, Kratos never came. You would have thought he would have come, at least to pick up Speki and Svanna, but no. He probably never bothered to look for you. Had he even returned? It wouldn't surprise you if that wasn't the case.

Even during Ragnarok, Kratos was always out of the house.

At first, you understood that he had to train Atreus and hunt. There were times when you were alone for days at a time, taking care of Fenri when he was sick. When Kratos came home, he barely spoke to you. He preferred to take care of his weapons and other tasks. Whenever you tried to approach him, he pushed you away.

The only reasons that kept you going were Mimir and Atreus. The two had welcomed you into the home with open arms. Then Atreus left. Mimir was still with Kratos.

You have always been alone.

“I’m sorry mother,” you say, stroking your belly.

“Why are you apologizing?” your mother asked, looking at you perplexed.

"Because... I didn't listen to you... and I left with this man who never cared about me. I was stupid."

"Child. You're not stupid," she said, leaving her work to come and sit next to you. "You were in love. How could I blame you for that? I also had this bad judgment when I fell in love with the man I dreamed of spending the rest of my life with."

“Were you in love before you met father?”

"Yes, I found this man kind and caring. But... he loved me just for my beauty. He didn't hesitate to dump me when he found a more beautiful woman. Then I met your father. He helped me. He consoled me and I agreed to marry him. And before he died, he gave me the greatest gift. You."

You would never have believed your mother had the same experience. That was why he was so harsh towards Kratos. You hugged your mother, crying your eyes out. Your mother always knew what was best for you.

Why did you think Kratos loved you?

He who said he hated the Gods. He was worse than Odin.

Three new moons passed, the baby was ready to come into the world. The day he was born had become the longest day you had to live. The pain that tore through your stomach was horrible. You screamed, cried, begged your mother for this pain to finally stop. Your mother helped you as best she could, telling you to take deep breaths and push. The pain will stop when the baby is out. Speki and Svanna squealed as they heard you scream in pure pain.

Your mother couldn't help but be worried. The birth was long. Too long even. The baby should already be out. But it wasn't just that. You were bleeding profusely. She tried to stop the bleeding, without success. It didn't bode well. After one last painful push, your child finally came out of your body, finally coming into the world. Her tears invaded the little cabin. Strangely, your mother was silent, staring at the horrified child.

"How...what is that?"

"Mother... my baby..."

Your mother showed you your child. You understood why she was so horrified when she saw the baby, her left side was perfectly formed, but her right side was devoid of skin, revealing her muscles and bones as black as darkness.

“It’s a girl,” you said under your breath.

“(Y/N)…”

“She’s perfect,” you said, sobbing and hugging your daughter to your chest. “My daugther... you are the best thing that ever happened to me!!”

Your mother looked at you without knowing what to think about this situation. This child should be dead. It was impossible for her to survive with such a deformation. She was brought out of her thoughts by feeling a warm liquid spilling onto her knees. Her gaze rested on the bed. The furs were soaked with your blood. The bleeding had become more severe. Your mother tried to stop the bleeding as best she could, but her attempts were in vain.

“(Y/N)!”

Your mother's throat tightened as she noticed that you had just taken your last breath, holding your daughter to your chest.

“No…,” she whispered, shaking you. "(Y/N)! No! Daugther! Open your eyes!"

From outside the cabin, anyone could hear Speki, Svanna, the baby and your mother crying over your death.

It was only at sunrise that your mother had the courage to prepare your pyre. She wrapped the baby in thick furs, placing her granddaughter in a basket. She placed the basket on the table as she went outside to take from her supply of logs. You were never going to be able to see your child grow up, become a woman. You were never going to be able to know all his joys and sorrows. You should never have left first. You should never have died this way. You didn't have time to give your daughter a name. She was going to have to decide for you. It wasn't her role to name your daughter and raise her.

The sun was now high in the sky when your mother placed your body on your pyre and set it on fire. She will be your daughter in her arms, watching your body turn to ash.

How could things have gotten so bad for you?

Why were the Gods so cruel to you?

But now you could finally be at peace. Your mother looked intently at your daughter, her granddaughter.

Neither alive nor dead.

Your mother didn't know how that was possible, but the facts were before her. The night had passed and the child was perfectly well. She slept peacefully in her arms.

"We need to find a name for you, little one. What do you think of Hel? This name suits you perfectly."

Your mother went back inside her house. The Gods have truly been cruel to you. Your mother knew she couldn't allow your daughter to see the outside world. Your mother placed Hel in her basket to close the windows and the front door. Your mother knew she had to hide her granddaughter from the outside world. Other mortals were not going to welcome a different child with open arms.

Your mother didn't know how to protect you as she wanted to do.

She was going to protect Hel as best she could.

tag: @pookiesnatcher

[lacm-ac]

Finally! All of the comics I drew became canon! It's time for retired Kratos to go through his mid-life crisis (again)!

I got this idea from when Mimir asked Kratos why they are in Valhalla in the trailer lol man it feels so good to be drawing these again! I really hope to get more inspired when the DLC comes out!

Hope you enjoy this! 🤭

[ladythot]

Sikorsky who decides to be nice to his pet girl for once 👉👈 even gives her head and kisses her goodnight sleep a mimir

☇ tw: power imbalance, master/pet dynamic, abducted reader, creampie, special treatment, breastplay, foreplay, squirting, cumplay — all fem receiving

☇ word count: 3.2k

You weren't used to being handled with genuine care. Especially from him.

Leash and collar are your best friends. The moment he held the collar out to you, you lowered your head with gratitude. And once he fastened the accessory around the skin of your neck, your leash came hasped at the collar's hook next.

You had nothing to lose at the hands of a murderer as long as you understood his terms of keeping you alive; give up your humanity. Your freedom, your right, and every fiber of your being. Be his lapdog for a while until boredom eats him alive and you get to live. 

You reluctantly agreed out of fear and being his personal toy became your only purpose to live. Have you had rejected, your body lays cold at any ground without a pulse and you quickly came in heels with his ability to discard you any moment if he wanted to. He keeps you inside a cold room with little to no provision to help yourself. You eat on his hands as he distastefully makes you lose your own appetite of eating everyday which makes him pay less for a single meal. 

You sometimes keep yourself awake to live, afraid of what may seem to be possible as long as it's crucially done by him. You gradually lose your own mental capacity as your mind teetered down to its breaking point the longer he kept carving the shape of his cock inside your poor cunt like a fleshlight. Everyday, you get to experience numerous orgasms in one go—he never settled less for keeping your cunt filled with his own cum every time he's in profound distress—your skin is smudged with the color purple and chasmic red along with huge scattered handprints as your body staggered down to its limb. Your mouth was never left untouched by anything he could put in there, even your ass gets prodded once he figures your cunt rim's loosen up and there's no fun to that.

You never repudiated any of his actions either, your body just kept giving in whenever he had his hands on you. But your mind declined nonetheless.

It boggles him to think that the sight of your disheveled body is enough to make him turn down a new fresh one every time another girl would sell her body to him—you merely had him wrapped around your loyalty and obedience. He preferred you over anything when it awoke him that you're quite the only pet who took more than what he had to give. Whom he had taught well enough to know the right words to say whenever he needed to hear it, whenever he needed to mitigate his stress into your body, whenever he just needed someone to lay his head on and breath in breath out. There's only one pet he's had that stayed with him despite the many opportunities that passed her to escape from his control. The one who never had the moment to get on her feet and sprint at the nearest unlocked door or the guts for that matter and the last pet he's ever going to be claiming as his own little personal fucktoy.

As time passes, you become used to the life of being a cheap pet kept in a freezing cramped room under a building that only falls under his own acknowledgment. He would come home, a little drunk like always but you knew better how he handles his alcohol very well enough for him to remember how he would hold you by the head and fuck your hips.

"Master.." 

You called out, standing back on your feet from the cold grainy ground. You would come up to him, wrapping your arms around his body as you nuzzle your head against the softness of his chest. Like always, this is what he told you to do when he'd come home despite any state he's in. He places his huge hand on top of your head with a faint smile, seemingly pleased. Although, he wasn't usually smiling when you would do anything close to being affectionate like this. The only clothing you wore was an old ragged maid outfit he stole since you've been obedient and you deserved to have his consideration on giving you some clothes but still keep them a little skimpy for a toy.

"That dress is getting a bit dirty. Should we get you a new one already?"

He would chuckle lightly. You could smell the tinge of alcohol from his lips as he laughed but you could care less—instead, you were shocked. Out of all the things he praised you for, this was something new that made your eyes light.

He looks down at your figure, sliding a hand down to your rear as he opens his mouth and you immediately catched up to his unspoken hint. Standing on your toes, you stick your tongue out and slide it past his warm mouth. Your hands resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. He faintly smiled into the kiss, squeezing your ass as he let you suck his tongue. 

You taste the tinge of strong alcohol on his tongue as you scrunch your brows together from the bitter aftermath. You can feel yourself hazying into a clouded state the more you kissed and lapped at his tongue. He pulls away, peering down at your figure with a faint smile.

"There's a good girl.." 

His voice was nothing like the sober one you were used to. It felt warm and gentle to your eardrums as you looked up at him with your eyes slightly widened.

"Thank you, master.." Exactly like the words of gratitude you were taught to say at any given sentence he tells you necessarily.

His lips etched into a smile, rubbing your head as you let yourself succumb into the warm effect it had on around your entire head. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at him like a dog's pitiful stare at its owner whenever it wanted something; you wanted more of him. More of this side of his to show, if a pet is the last thing you'll be, it has to be something nice at your own expense—something you have always wondered whether he nurtured a soft spot for you for the past few months. Which, he did.

Sikorsky would Usher you on the only bed the cramped room had next to a coffee table, laying you down as he took off his coat. You could feel his eyes and how they never set off of your body, you could almost feel the yearning effect it had at the back of your head.

You soon prepared yourself, hoisting the frilled hem of your dress over your stomach then spreading your legs apart as you watched him undress between your legs. 

Once he finishes, he climbs on top of you with an intense gaze. His huge hand resting on your soft thigh as he kisses the side of your cheek, down to the old collar he presented you. He pulls away, scanning the collar around your neck as he gently unclasps it. This brought you another level of shock since the collar has always held a deeper meaning of his possession over you, in which, he would never once take it off and nor can you at your own expense.

"Let's get you a new collar also.." 

Sikorsky would toss the collar to the side then look back down at you, he scans the round of your neck, which had a chasmic rash of purple and red from the collar. He chuckled lightly, leaning in as he kissed the mesh of dark color around your neck. You perked up from the mattress, your neck hasn't been touched by anything warm since the collar was the only thing that hid your neck from anything that touches it. His tongue felt naked against your damaged skin.

"Master..~" 

You let out a small moan as he held both of your hands to your side, pinning you down on the mattress with firm pressure. The warm feeling of his wet tongue on your bruised neck made it feel like It was burning degrees down. You arched your back, closing your eyes while you let out small moans under him. His lips softly tugged your rash-burned skin as he hums next to your ear, kissing your soft cheek once more before he hastily goes down between your legs.

He doesn't say anything but you get the point. He hadn't eaten you out, never once. But he was generous enough to plan on giving it to you now; He would hold your soft thighs, spreading them apart as he tugged your underwear off with his teeth. You were already quivering above, your thighs trembled from how new and exciting it felt for you and you looked down with a look of thrilled anticipation.

Sikorsky doesn't look up just yet. He paid attention to your perked cunt as if he needed to. He lowers his head, sticking his tongue out to brush against your clit that made you throw your head back to the mattress—causing him to look at you. He smirked, bringing two fingers at your tight hole as he spread your folds apart then entering two digits. He'd let some of his spit drool down at your hole so that his fingers won't have to wait.

You moaned like a cat in heat. Your face beating red as you whined, his thick digits entering you abruptly as you felt your hole gape once again. After all, he's been too considering since the past few weeks—too considerate that he hadn't been fucking his toy. Your legs quivered from the sheer abruptness and pressure around them as he held them down so he could kiss your cunt at full view. His fingers went straight then flat out inside your warm hole, curling at every slicked-filled nooks and crannies. He had fingered your tight hole once but never again after he saw how much you had your cunt tightening so much from it, he wanted to save it just so in any case you would beg him for it—but now, he was more than being generous for that.

You decided it's best if you don't place your hand on his head as you gripped the sheets while looking down with a lewd face. You grit your teeth as soon as he pushes your ass up from below and pushes his tongue into your cunt while he held your hips with a firm grip. His tongue scraped the warm insides of your hole, making him grunt a bit when he felt you thrust upward.

"A-ah..m-master..hahh-" your moans gave him a rough time with his stiffening cock as he discreetly humped the sheets while he held you. He could feel just how your warm flesh would clamp down on his tongue as more of your slick would coat his warm tongue inside of you. He grunts, curling his tongue upward as he stares up at you. He watches close with intent, his brows furrowed with complete resolve to burn the image into his head. His huge hands digging handprints into your soft thighs and only now he could take the time to appreciate how soft your body is as he frantically flicks his tongue inside. 

He places his thumb on your perking clit as he rubbed harsh circles, making you throw your head all the way back on the mattress as you clenched your teeth. Drool trailing down from the corners of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably under his touch—he took this as a sign that you're close as he pressed his thumb harder onto your clit that sank all the way down just enough to make you squirt. You let out a loud high-pitched moan, covering your face. His jaw and mouth filtered with your slick as he grunted.

You felt as if you broke a rule or two. 

"I-i'm sorry..master..I-" you gasped, heaving your chest up and down as you apologetically spoke "I didn't..I didn't..know I was-" he sat up, his hands still on your trembling thighs as he brought his face close to your red and damped one.

"That's the first time you squirted that much, I like seeing you like that." he laughed hoarsely next to your ear as he gently moved both of your hands away from your face. His eyes would cascade down at your figure with a look of thrill.

Your eyes were watery, your cheeks smeared with your own drool and your face beating red as you pant under him. You looked away, chewing on your lips as you closed your eyes. You let out a small whine, making him soften his gaze upon you. It capered shivers down his spine when he looked at you—his cheeks slightly red, this was his first time taking in your form studiously after all. Whenever he would hold you like this, he only paid attention to his own pleasure. And now, he's at your mercy to show more.

"Don't hide your face," he grabs your face with a firm grip, turning your head to look at him. Your cheeks squished together as you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes pooling out tears that struck his heart as you looked at him. "Look at me." He stares down, his eyes downing your form into the back of his head.

"I want to see you." 

You could see the sheen of your own slick slathered across his cheek once you slowly opened your eyes to look at him, you felt your cheeks burn as you let out a soft muffled whine under his hand. 

"Good girl. Keep your eyes on me." He gently placed his hand away from your damped face, sliding It down to your thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance. You shivered at the feeling of his hard tip as your soft folds gaped from the base of his cock entering your hole, you shaked and bit down at your bottom lip. His hand would travel back to your upper half, tugging the neck of your dress down where your tits would show themselves. He grunted, lowering his head down to guzzle one in his warm mouth.

"Master!!" You whined, arching your back upwards as you threw your head back to the mattress with a high pitched moan—causing him to moan a little as he places his other hand on your other tit, chafing it between his index and thumb.

"Mmh-" he would squeeze your ass with his free hand, occasionally taking glances at you from above while he violated your body. His hardened cock consistently plunges in and out of your cunt as he picks his pace up in no time. 

It was quite unusual for you to not hear him make you beg for your own release while all of this happened, but you weren't complaining. 

You gripped the sheets as you looked down at him on your chest. Your mouth agape where drool drips out constantly at his touch as you stick your tongue out. You couldn't even begin to comprehend how your chest made you more sensitive all the while he squeezed and sucked on it, causing you to shatter mentally. Your mind went completely blank as soon as he started to pound you into the mattress, causing you to let out moans that sounded like an animal in heat as you simply let him take you again. The only audible words that left your wet mouth was 'master' as you completely gave in.

"Good girl..you take me so well, it's what made me want you more." He whispered between kisses with your tit then went back sucking it with ease. His voice is deep and lusty with a hint of passion in it. His other hand at your ass holding you appropriately matches his hip thrusts—pull out and pull in, he could hear your cunt squelching around his cock as he pulls all the way out, then pushes inside you deeply in a steady pace. He grunted like a bull above you as he pulled away from your chest, leaning into your face.

"You would make a good wife from a pet, I must say. But I like keeping you like this..I like taking care of your body." He panted out, you could feel his thrusts getting more harder as he spoke those words.

"No matter what the others say, I'll always be the criminal I am-" he grunted, speeding up more as he grinned weakly. "I don't deserve a wife..so I made you a pet instead." He panted out with his hands on both of your thighs, hitting your weak spot. You couldn't even make out the words he just whispered. You rolled your eyes lewdly with your chin dripping with drool as you kept Cumming and tightening around his cock.

Sikorsky could feel himself getting close the more he spilled those words into your ear as he lifts your legs up to his shoulders, desperately chasing his own climax as he stared intently down at your lewd face while he slammed his hips against yours.

"A pet sounds better than a wife to me.." He chuckled through his grunting as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lower half cramping against your upper as he lapped at your mouth, you could still taste your own slick from earlier that smeared across his cheek. His thrusts become more erratic as you stagger below him, your mind refusing to think of anything other than the overstimulating pleasure he was providing you. He bites his lip, his hands squeezed your trembling ones while he pinned you down on the mattress. His eyes never left your face as he spilled inside you with one last thrust that reached the back of your cunt, earning yourself a loud groan from him.

He pulls out, your cunt leaked with his cum as it dripped down to your stomach. He smiles at this, placing you down as he climbs on your chest—his cock in front of you as he ushered you to open your mouth, his hand sneaking behind to work on your hole so he could shove the rest of his cum inside you with two digits.

You slowly pry your mouth open with your eyes clouded. When you open your mouth, he could see strings of saliva all over that caused him to grin. He places his tip at the pad of your wet tongue as he spills the rest he had to hold back just for this, making him grin wider. You furrowed your brows as cum dripped all the way down your throat—you swallowed his offer soon after as you watched him climb off of you.

He watched you catch your breath while he felt satisfied with his work. He would look at the mess he made on you and his grin would curve down into a soft smile. He would move a strand of hair from your face, leaning in to kiss your forehead instead of your cum stained lips.

"Rest."

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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

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GoW Headcanons!!

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

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

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

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

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

Ngl, I don't think he likes to cook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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arlight so i was thinking about the norse god heimdall, and how his death acts as a sort of canary call, the first to die in ragnarok, but with his death warning the others of what is coming. and that got me thinking about, you guessed it, canary!jimmy. And then I thought "but what if life series norse god symbolism" (or maybe even AU not sure)

So I present:

Jimmy - Hiemdall (for afformentioned reasons)

Martyn - Tyr (martin is the Hand to Rendog, Tyr loses his hand to the fenrir wolf)

Rendog - Fenrir wolf

Scar - Loki (he just is okay I cant really explain it)

Grian - Odin (eye themes, omniscience, is the most powerful, complex love hate relationship with loki/scar)

Scott - Frey (god of nature & peace, dies from not having a sword, like how scott refuses to kill)

Joel - Thor (it just fits idk)

Lizzie - Sif (Joels wife, also kinda fits)

BigB - Bragi (god of poetry, bigb is skilled manipulator)

Etho - Ullr (god of hunt, duels, and winter)

Bdubs - Narfi (tricked by odin to turn on brother (impulse))

Cleo - Jormungandr (something about dripping poison into the world feels very on brand for them) (not as an insult) (more as a compliment if anything)

Tango - Mimir (god of inteligence who (depending on the version) dies due to his own actions)

Mumbo - Kvasir (god of innovation and invention)

Skizz - Baldur (hes just a sweet guy who dies too soon)

Impulse - Vali (betrayed by an brother (bdubs) and death lead to "binding" of loki/scar)

Pearl - Hel (she just is)

Gem - Freya (goddes of love but also battle)

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so this is just me writing so randomly about kratos x f!reader, it contains y/n, and I don't know if I can say this is an one-shot but it's a thing, clearly, so enjoy. ^^

& warning!: this one has explicit language, so, minors do not allow to read!

also I can make part II if you want. ;)

we all know kratos writes a diary in which he explains creatures, people, gods, goddess and all other things. but imagine that he writes so many pages about u. he begins to write about you from the beginning, the moment he meets with you. with times, he begins to write about so many things about u, your relationship with both him and atreus.

he firstly writes specific information about u, telling how you help them to find food, showing them where they can hunt safely without others sights. he tells "she is a strong one." the moment you show your true power. he sees how you have a strength to live alone. then with times, he begins to write in more detail way like how your body and face features look good and strong, how you smile while speaking with atreus, how you both have a bossy and mommy features. he loves to see how happy atreus to have you by his side. he loves to see how you heal him, feed him, give him more knowledge about the realms and show affection. the way you treat to both him and atreus, as well as wolves atreus have and mimir who travel on kratos' belt, he finds happiness and trust.

he nearly writes 2 times in a week, using diary to transfer his unspoken feelings and thoughts to it. his memories of you begin to mark with every word he put to it. he fears nothing. he fears not a single thing but he have an unwanted feeling on his chest whenever you ask him what he writes about you because you know he has a journal thanks to the developed bond you have.

he never tells. he even finds them odd. while writing them, he wants to rip and burn them because they are so personal.

however, he can't. he just find peace in them, reading after awhile, he remembers memories he hold about you.

firstly, he writes a little about you, not wanting to add someone to his life to protect atreus of course but then, he begins to write about u rather than writing events that occurred with you. innocent sentences turn into lustful ones after he sees your liking on him which you show without a shame when you are all alone, mimir and atreus staying in the home. you both give him care and passion, and he likes it.

the sentence "she give me hope that everything will be fine. she is a good friend." turns into, "atreus likes her and so do I. spending time with her is... good.", then, "she looks lovely. whenever I look at her, I see the beauty she holds." and lastly, "I want to woo her."

yes, he wants to fuck you; woo in his words.

he tries to not to write private words in it but he can't help himself. his hand move with its own will, not thinking about any risks like you finding them.

and indeed, you find them. and you read them. firstly, tears appear on your face because of feeling so good about kratos' words. you know kratos holds a delicate heart even if he denies it but also you surprise to see him to show his this side to you. then, tears leave its place to small laughs and smiles. finally, with reading some pages, you feel an arousal rising on you. you can't deny that you love to read them, especially when knowing kratos was the one who wrote all these things.

as you read, "I want to woo her. wishing her to stay under me -" kratos comes.

firstly, he looks at you, then his diary you hold and then again to your innocent looking eyes with thighs crushed against each other, smell of your precum all over the place. kratos keeps his silence posture for a moment, then, he slowly approaches to you. he picks the journal from your hand, putting it to other side, he looks down at your pathetic body.

"you read it without my permission?"

"I -" you try to say, but his deep dangerous voice and posture make you stop. breathing deeply, you try to begin again because of his piercing eyes on you, "I am sorry, curiosity poisoned me. I shouldn't have."

"But you did, indeed." Holding your face from the chin, he makes you to look at his eyes that burn you, not giving you any chance to escape from them. "You know how I don't like disobedience."

"I know," You say with dry mouth, "I am sorry, Kratos."

"Then", he kneels to get closer to your face, "Be a good girl and accept your punishment." He looks at the pages you read the moment he enters the room, then at you again, "If you really be a good girl, I can make those things to you."

Holding your smirk, you say, innocently, "I will. I will be your good girl, Kratos."

THE END.

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^^ ehe. thanks for sharing this unholy thing with me (even if it's just a little.)

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Summaries under the cut

The Doll People by Ann M. Martin and Laura Godwin

Annabelle Doll is 8 years old--and has been for over 100 years. Nothing much has changed in the dollhouse during that time, except for the fact that 45 years ago, Annabelle's Auntie Sarah disappeared from the dollhouse without a trace. After all this time, restless Annabelle is becoming more and more curious about her aunt's fate. And when she discovers Auntie Sarah's old diary, she becomes positively driven. Her cautious family tries to discourage her, but Annabelle won't be stopped, even though she risks Permanent Doll State, in which she could turn into a regular, nonliving doll. And when the "Real Pink Plastic" Funcraft family moves in next door, the Doll family's world is turned upside down--in more ways than one!

Ivy & Bean by Annie Barrows

The moment they saw each other, Bean and Ivy knew they wouldn't be friends. But when Bean plays a joke on her sister, Nancy, and has to hide quickly, Ivy comes to the rescue, proving that sometimes the best of friends are people never meant to like each other. Vibrant characters and lots of humor make this a charming and addictive introduction to Ivy and Bean.

Hans Brinker, or the Silver Skates by Mary Mapes Dodge

For youngsters of the Dutch village, the time is especially exciting. But Hans and Gretel Brinker, with their hand-carved wooden blades, can hardly expect to compete against their well-trained young friends who own costly steel skates. Raff Brinker, their father, is seriously ill, and the desperately poor family is struggling to survive. To win the race, the siblings will need a miracle — and a helping hand.

The Sea of Trolls by Nancy Farmer

The year is A.D. 793; Jack and his sister have been kidnapped by Vikings and taken to the court of Ivar the Boneless and his terrifying half-troll wife; but things get even worse when Jack finds himself on a dangerous quest to find the magical Mimir's Well in a far-off land, with his sister's life forfeit if he fails.

A Dog's Life by Ann M. Martin

Squirrel and her brother Bone begin their lives in a toolshed behind someone's summer house. Their mother nurtures them and teaches them the many skills they will need to survive as stray dogs. But when their mother is taken from them suddenly and too soon, the puppies are forced to make their own way in the world, facing humans both gentle and brutal, busy highways, other animals, and the changing seasons. When Bone and Squirrel become separated, Squirrel must fend for herself, and in the process makes two friends who in very different ways define her fate.

The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry

Abandoned by their ill-humored parents to the care of an odious nanny, Tim, the twins, Barnaby A and Barnaby B, and their sister, Jane, attempt to fulfill their roles as good oldfashioned children. Following the models set in lauded tales from A Christmas Carol to Mary Poppins, the four Willoughbys hope to attain their proscribed happy ending too, or at least a satisfyingly maudlin one. However, it is an unquestionably ruthless act that sets in motion the transformations that lead to their salvation and to happy endings for not only the four children, but their nanny, an abandoned baby, a candy magnate, and his long-lost son too.

H.I.V.E. by Mark Walden

Otto Malpense may only be thirteen years old, but so far he has managed to run the orphanage where he lives, and he has come up with a plan clever enough to trick the most powerful man in the country. He is the perfect candidate to become the world's next supervillain.

That is why he ends up at H.I.V.E., handpicked to become a member of the incoming class. The students have been kidnapped and brought to a secluded island inside a seemingly active volcano, where the school has resided for decades. All the kids are elite; they are the most athletic, the most technically advanced, and the smartest in the country. Inside the cavernous marble rooms, floodlit hangars, and steel doors, the students are enrolled in Villainy Studies and Stealth and Evasion 101. But what Otto soon comes to realize is that this is a six-year program, and leaving is not an option.

With the help of his new friends: an athletic martial-arts expert; a world-famous, beautiful diamond thief; and a spunky computer genius -- the only other people who seem to want to leave -- can Otto achieve what has never been done before and break out of H.I.V.E.?

Journey to the River Sea by Eva Ibbotson

Sent in 1910 to live with distant relatives who own a rubber plantation along the Amazon River, English orphan Maia is excited. She believes she is in for brightly colored macaws, enormous butterflies, and "curtains of sweetly scented orchids trailing from the trees." Her British classmates warn her of man-eating alligators and wild, murderous Indians. Unfortunately, no one cautions Maia about her nasty, xenophobic cousins, who douse the house in bug spray and forbid her from venturing beyond their coiffed compound. Maia, however, is resourceful enough to find herself smack in the middle of more excitement than she ever imagined, from a mysterious "Indian" with an inheritance, to an itinerant actor dreading his impending adolescence, to a remarkable journey down the Amazon in search of the legendary giant sloth.

Babe the Sheep-Pig by Christ Grant-Bear

When Babe arrives at Hogget Farm, Mrs. Hogget’s thoughts turn to sizzling bacon and juicy pork chops—until he reveals a surprising talent for sheepherding, that is. Before long, Babe is handling Farmer Hogget’s flock better than any sheepdog ever could. Babe is so good, in fact, that the farmer enters him into the Grand Challenge Sheepdog Trials. Will it take a miracle for Babe to win?

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci by Diana Wynne Jones

Cat doesn't mind living in the shadow of his sister, Gwendolen, the most promising young witch ever seen on Coven Street. But trouble starts brewing the moment the two orphans are summoned to live in Chrestomanci Castle. Frustrated that the witches of the castle refuse to acknowledge her talents, Gwendolen conjures up a scheme that could throw whole worlds out of whack.

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Modi's potential

Hey @charalysis. I wanna read your thoughts on a perspective for Modi I had while writing my fic.

I previously said that Modi was trying to be like his father and yet failed, right?

Well, who is he actually like?

Think about it. Modi tried to be like his father in battle. Rushing into battle without thinking, not wearing armor and dressing like his father, and having a mace that mimicks Mjolnir. But he couldn't mimic his father's lack of caution or concern for his safety. He got a mace that can shoot lightning from a distance. He got a shield. He has a blinding technique with his brother. Modi is a man of caution like his grandfather. He likes using magic more than physical attacks. He likes to defend himself and hinder his enemy before finishing them off.

When Thor comes to Kratos's house, he is polite. He asks permission. He brings a gift. He sets his weapon down. He doesn't talk lowly to Kratos or insult him. Modi is not like that. Odin is not like that.

Odin barges into the house, struts around like he owns the place, insults Thor and his children drinks from both cups and just flaunts his power. Modi threatens Mimir, makes fun of Atreus and angers him, and insults Faye and Kratos. Modi is a talker. A flaunter like his grandfather.

Modi is like Odin in many ways. He is Half-giant and probably exhibited signs of giant magic before Thor beat it out of him. He is stuck between trying to be like Thor and being his nature which is similar to Odin. I think if Modi turned out to be alive and started embracing his nature. He would use a Spear/Shield combo. The spear is a dangerous, long distance melee weapon and it can double as a magical staff, and the shield to protect him. I think he would start embracing his giant magic as well and learn many spells like Odin.

If Modi was alive, and stopped trying to be like Thor, he might have become like Odin. Even became his right hand when he was alive. I say he would no longer be afraid of his father and seek revenge against him. You might say he'd be traumatised, but he has spent his entire life in fear of his father that the near-death beating he gave him was basically a breaking point.

What do you think?

*Writes new ideas and notes for my fic*

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Why GoWR Valhalla Is Important

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

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

EDITED: 2/26/24

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello! I love your GOW writing so so much! I think I might have read them all lmao, was wondering if I could make a request for like adult Atreus? Maybe with like a Valkyrie S/O or Jötunn S/O? It’s totally okay if you can’t! I saw you had a LOT of requests you mentioned

i looooove atreus and his character is so good so i'm happy to get a request for him like this one!! he is my sweet boy :") and thank you!! i decided to do both of these bc i loved it so much lol. atreus is around 19/20 here :)

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adult atreus with a valkyrie and jötunn s/o

valkyrie / shield maiden

you met before ragnarök, when atreus came to asgard. it was only briefly, and you had only said a few words to each other

at that time, you were in training to become a valkyrie under hrist and mist. though, after their deaths and ragnarök, you found yourself under sigruns tutelage

she was a good teacher, and with the occasional visits from freya and other valkyries, you learned quickly and earned your place as a "shield maiden"

growing up, you loved odin. everyone did. though, after the destruction of asgard, you were happy to call yourself a shield maiden instead of a valkyrie

atreus leaves to find more of the giants, and he returns after 5-6 years. it takes him a lot longer than expected, but he missed his family— and takes it upon himself to return to midgard to see them

over the years, you had become close to atreus' father, kratos. he was a lonely man, saddened by his son's departure, and you were alone in midgard after your training finished— so you paid visits to him frequently

he had started to teach you, too. it was always helpful to know more about combat, and it helped to open your eyes in different styles

when atreus returns, you're with kratos and mimir at their home. he recognizes you, and greets you with a warm smile. he's grown up, and so have you. it feels almost.. strange

kratos is the happiest you've ever seen him. you see his eyes soften as soon as he sees him— and it's very endearing

you decide to let the two of them have their time together, and you leave. it isn't too long until atreus finds you, deciding to spend time with you, too

you have casual conversations, asking each other about how life had been since ragnarök and how his quest was going. he tells you everything, a wide smile on his face the entire time

the two of you get closer, and he realizes he has feelings for you, first. he confesses first, too. it takes a long time for him to work up the confidence, but you say you reciprocate, and it makes everything worth it

the two of you formally start your relationship a few days later, and kratos is pleased. he had approved of you— and through his years he spent with you— he had gotten to know you better than most others

if anyone was worthy of his son's affections, it was you

his father's approval warms your heart, and atreus is over the moon about it

sometimes, he'll forget that you're a valkyrie. he'll see your wings, all stretched out and beautiful, and let out a dreamy sigh

you're everything he's ever dreamed of, and he won't ever deny it

the two of you will spar sometimes, and you're pretty evenly match. though, since kratos had taught you in his absence, you saw some of his moves coming

you come from completely different cultures and backgrounds, but you're a good couple. you match each other well <3

he loves to learn about what your home was like before ragnarök— before he visited. he listens so intently, his chin rested on the palm of his hand, his eyes looking deeply into yours

he teaches you about his people, the giants. he trusts you with everything he says, revealing their secrets to you with no hesitation. you're honored, and almost shocked

atreus loves you. you have your differences, but it makes you stronger :)

jötunn

you meet because of angrboda. it's her destiny to tell him his fate, after all. he's shocked when he comes to the ironwood— he thought all of the giants were dead

he falls for you as soon as he sets his eyes on you. he doesn't say anything for a VERY long time— but he admits it to himself quickly

after the events of ragnarök, you join him on his quest to find other giants. it wasn't ever a part of your destiny that was laid out for you— but you decided to create your own

over the years, you had become close friends. you did everything together, and you realized you had begun to develop feelings for him

he confesses first. he couldn't hold his feelings back anymore, and decides that rejection would be better than being miserable for the rest of his life

though.. when you say you like him back? he's ecstatic. his heart pounding against his ribcage, and he wonders what his father would think of you

he would like you, and he does. atreus yearns for his fathers approval, so when he returns to midgard after all of those years away and tells him that you're his partner, he's happy with it

you're a good person, and he sees that. he sees the look in his son's eyes whenever he sees you— and it's a look he knows all too well. the same look he gave to faye

the two of you are a perfect match, able to balance each other out with ease. you help atreus to control his emotions, and he helps to ease your worries

you're fit together like pieces of a puzzle, and he couldn't be happier

his life is exactly where he wants it. he's helping his people and he has the most amazing person in all the realms as his partner. he can't complain

all those years you spent together means you got incredibly close. you can read him really easily, so you know whenever he's feeling upset or angry

he tells you about his mother, and how she lived her life with him and his father as a mortal woman. he tells you about everything she did for him, and that he misses her

"she would've loved you."

he says those words to you a few times throughout your relationship, and it's bittersweet. she isn't around to meet you in person, but she is there

she lives in her son's heart— and through what he shared with you— she lives in yours

he's glad he has you to understand how it feels to be a giant. you understand how scary it is to be the last of your people, the pressure that rests upon his shoulders

he's happy you do. he wouldn't be able to explain how it feels

you're a sweet couple, prioritizing each other over yourselves

he can't even begin to imaging a future without you in it <3

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Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.