#and Atreus is like a big brother to him

[something-in-the-seas]

What if Forseti was, like, just a little guy. Just a baby. He’s the god of justice but he is also the god of reconciliation, so what if his family’s love for him causes them to reconcile their differences because they want better for him. And they can’t let Odin get him. Freya is desperate to shield him from Asgard.

Also, Forseti as an adult. He takes after his grandma’s side. He inherited Ingrid and acts as a mediator for both mortal and immortal squabbles. Though Kratos and Freya are not in a relationship, Kratos definitely becomes a surrogate grandfather to him. Much like Atreus, he is the best of them. Proof that the gods can be good.

[menelaiad]

LOOK. whatever you think of menelaus or agamemnon or whatever. this lil moment here (from icke's oresteia) is AGONY. because they did come from so much shit. from murder and scheming and freakin' cANNIBALISM. yet they MADE IT. before paris and the dominos that fell afterwards, they would have believed that they were different, that they were safe. they had wives that loved them and kids that loved them too (argue with the wall about it). they had MADE IT. DESPITE EVERYTHING. and most importantly they had EACH OTHER. they weren't atreus and thyestes. things were so good for them. and they did good!! we know that myceneans LOVED aga as their king. and menelaus got a kingdom he NEVER expected to have.

to be descended from TANTALUS you are already losing. to then have ATREUS as a father and THYESTES as an uncle? it would have been so easy for greeks to write them off. for them to write themselves off. BUT THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. and they did SO WELL. it was all going SO WELL.

you can't change a narrative. you can't alter fate. and the reason tragedies are so is because it wasn't ALWAYS that way. but ... things could have been so different for them. i TRULY believe that.

[grievedeeply]

the less time the better. pt 9.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: you make a trip to midgard and try to cope with brok's death.

notes: again not a lot of heimdall this chapter but...... y/n needs a moment (or multiple) LOL enjoy everyone and thanks for all of the support! probably 2-3 more chapters depending on how long i make them. decided to add more recent people to the taglists, but if you want to be removed let me know at any time! tws: a VERY dead brok. a lot of angst, probably an ooc sindri but i just wanted a nice scene where reader gets to open up to someone about faye and how hard it was for them to deal with her death. this felt like a good time to do it with a comforting moment between them and sindri.

the silence was deafening.

usually the branches of the yggdrasil felt like nothing. they weren't affected by the weather of the 9 realms, as they were the things literally holding them up. but now, you felt strangely cold as you stood on sindri's doorstep.

10 minutes ago, brok was alive. he was making jokes as he always did, but now... he was gone. he was gone forever, and there was nothing you or anyone else could do to bring him back.

"father," your brother's voice cut you out of your thoughts, "where are we going?" he asked, taking his place by your side. you subconsciously wrapped your arm around his shoulder. you knew atreus far too well and you knew that he would blame himself for brok's death. he was the one who wanted to find tyr, but he wasn't the only one who was fooled by odin's ruse, either.

how didn't you notice it? you had never met the real týr before, but you could only assume that he was a god who put the needs of others before himself. could he still be alive? if he was, could you ever think of him as týr, and not the man odin portrayed him as? he was a god with an incredible reputation and an even better legacy— a god of war who advocated for peace. you could only imagine how he would feel, knowing his image was used for something as cruel as deception.

"home." your father responded. he lifted the key to the mystic gateway, and the door opened. you followed after him wordlessly, and atreus matched your step. he still hadn't moved out of your grip yet and a part of you didn't want him to at all.

your feet touched the branches once again, and your thumb pressed into atreus's shoulder, running circles against his armor. he had gotten so big. where had the time gone?

"father, can we.. i.. i wanna go hunting," he said.

"i will follow."

"we're with you, atreus."

the door to midgard opened, and you stepped through silently. you were met by the cool breeze and light snow hitting you face. the last time you were here was because you were going back to asgard. heimdall wouldn't be with you now if you hadn't went back. you wondered how he was doing back at the house. it was probably just as quiet there. brok was usually the one keeping the place lively.

"which way we headed, lad?" mimir asked.

"in.. the direction of deer." he responded simply. you let go of him, but didn't move to follow him. your father turned to look at you. his eyes were filled with a sadness that you had only seen a few times in your life. when your mother died.. when atreus was ill.. and now, at the death of a friend. "go on," you said. "i'll catch up. there's just.. something i want to do here first." you told him.

"i understand." he murmured in response. you put on a smile, the smallest on you could muster, as a way to reassure him. atreus needed this alone time with him. you would have your moment some other day. he needed this.

"be careful," he said to you. you nodded. he turned, following after atreus. he was probably already visiting with speki and svanna by now. those wolves of his were far too intelligent for their own good. you were sure they knew something was wrong. you doubted he would even notice you were gone right away, and you couldn't blame him for it either.

you looked away from your father's back as he walked away from you and instead turned to look at your house. it was a tiny thing, practically built with sticks and prayers, but it held strong and always did what it was supposed to do. it kept you safe. it kept you safe from baldur all of those years ago, and again with thor and odin. you remembered thor breaking the ceiling as he threw your father and his hammer through it, but even then you knew he would be alright. he always was.

you pushed open the door, and it creaked on it's hinges as it always did. you kicked the snow off of your boots before you stepped inside. it was something your mother did every winter before she died, and you picked up on it at a young age. you closed it behind you and took in a deep breath. in a way, it still smelt like her. your mother's presence was all over the home. no matter how long she was gone, you would always feel her here in midgard.

you ran your fingers across the wood of the walls, and closed your eyes. what would you say to her now, if she were here? what would she say to you?

you thought of the dream you had with her in it, where she told you about the importance of making your own decisions. you could only hope she would be proud. you did exactly what you thought was best, without anyone else's input. if you hadn't gone back to asgard, heimdall wouldn't be on your side. he fought beside your father. he fought for you.

you breathed deep, letting the smell of the wet wood fill your nose. heimdall had changed so much since the first time you met. he was arrogant back then, selfish and cruel. now.. he felt like someone else entirely. was that because of you? if you hadn't shown up— dodged his attacks like they were nothing— would he still be loyal to odin? yes, you supposed. he would be. the thought of changing him made you feel good, like you had finally done something right. going back to asgard was worth it because you helped him see the truth. he hadn't spoken about it, really.. but you hadn't asked about it, either. you figured that he needed the time alone to think, but you would be sure to talk to him whenever you got back to sindri's house.

sindri.. the thought of him filled your heart with sadness. before, he never slipped into the realm between realms in plain sight like that. he always went behind something. you always guessed it was the polite thing to do.. but he had done it directly in front of everyone that time. you had to see him, soon. let him know that you were there for him. you'd been through loss too. losing anyone was hard, but family even harder. you couldn't ever imagine losing atreus. you didn't want to think about it.

you sat down on your old bed— a bed that you haven't slept in in weeks— and sighed. things had changed so much since the day you departed to spread your mother's ashes. you never would've met brok and sindri if it wasn't for that journey. or mimir.. or freya. you met almost everyone you cared about because of her. even heimdall, now. it was weird, saying you cared about him. but you did. you couldn't change that now.

you lied down. your head touched the pillows, and you took in another breath. you had spent so much time here with your mother. this was the place she died, too. at home and warm. at least you could give that to her.

it felt like hours before you got up again, but in reality, it was just a few minutes. everything here reminded of her, and you were glad for it. just thinking of her kept her with you. you never wanted that to change.

you thought back to your dream once again, and pushed yourself to your feet. the river you fished in so many times with her wasn't too far from the house. before she got sick, the two of you would venture out further downstream. in one of those places on the river.. that was where your dream took place. it was the peak of her life with you. but as her illness progressed, she became too tired to fish. she would go out less and less, staying closer to home. you would fish for her, but you were never as good as she was. still, you would come home with a pail full, and she would praise you for it.

you would do anything to hear her voice again.

you opened the door once more and stepped back out into the cold. you had spent so much time in midgard during fimbulwinter, but you swore you would never get used to the weather. you made your way into the woods, and you were met with the river once again. it hadn't changed much over the years, even though it had been some time since you had visited. after her death, you came less and less. the memory of her was too painful, and all fishing did was remind her of her and how she was gone.

you took in a quick breath through your nose and stepped into the water. she had told you once that you would get used to the cool temperatures of the water, and she was right. you didn't shiver or flinch at the cold. instead, you welcomed it like a warm blanket that washed over you.

"i miss you." you whispered. somehow, you knew she was listening. the world was unfair for taking her away so soon. "i love you." you told her. you swallowed the lump in your throat. would she be able to meet brok again? you could only hope so. the thought of it put a smile on your face. at least he wouldn't be alone in the afterlife. he would be with a friend.

you closed your eyes and took in the scenery. the sound of the breeze rushing through the trees, the chirping of birds and cracking of twigs under the weight of an animal somewhere.

it would be okay, you told yourself.

just one more minute.

you hadn't been to týr's temple in a long time.

you hadn't needed to, after all. with all of the towers closed in every realm and no way for travel, you never needed to go back. and now, it was still unable for use. no matter how many times you passed by it while hunting, you never stopped inside until now.

you knew this is where sindri would be though. this is the place where he made up with brok. this is where he would be, and you were sure atreus knew that too. you were sure that he and your father had already paid him a visit themselves, but you wanted to on your own. you needed to let him know you were there for him, even if he pretended he didn't need it.

it was a long walk from home, which meant you had plenty of time to think. plenty of time to blame yourself for brok's death in the first place. how could no one have noticed? you tried not to think about it too much. he wouldn't want blame being passed around. you knew that.

you sighed as you pulled yourself up the stairs. now covered in ice, you remembered when the lake was water. atreus was much younger then— much smaller. once again, you thought of the good young man he was becoming. it hadn't truly been that long since that journey and yet.. it felt like lifetimes ago.

you stared up at the doorway and pushed it open with little struggle, only a grunt escaping your lips as you did so. the inside was much warmer, and you welcomed the feeling. the familiar sound of hammering filled your ears, and as you looked, you were greeted by sindri's back. brok's body lay on the table to his side, and you blinked away your emotions. this wasn't about you.

"go away," he said without even turning to look at you.

you cleared your throat, taking an awkward step closer to him. sindri was different. his clothing was covered in blood and dirt, and so were his arms. he hadn't cleaned since brok died. how much of that was his blood? you bit at the inside of your cheek, trying your best to shove the thought out of your head.

"sindri.." you started. what was there to even say? you didn't know. instead, you stood there. after a few moments of agonizingly long silence, he turned to face you. he sat the hammer down with a thud on the table, and you felt small under his gaze.

"what?" he snapped. now that his face was in the light, you could see how red his eyes were. he had been crying. you wished there was something more you could do, but.. there was nothing you could do to bring brok back, and that was what sindri wanted.

"i just.. wanted to let you know that i'm here." you told him.

you swore you saw his gaze soften.

"i know you probably don't want company right now or.. or anything like that," you swallowed, "but i just.. had to tell you that." you murmured.

sindri remained silent. he looked away from you and towards the ceiling. you only wished you could read his thoughts. he had become someone completely different. yesterday he was happy. despite the fact of ragnarok looming over him, he was happy because he had his brother there.

"i can't imagine.." you whispered out to him, lips pursed together. "i couldn't ever imagine losing atreus. i'm.. so sorry." you told him. by now, you were standing on opposite sides of the table he had spent so much time working at.

"that's what he said." he said. "atreus." he can barely force himself to say his name.

"i figured he would come."

silence fell over the room again and suddenly, sindri shook his head.

"you don't.. you don't get to be sorry." he said. "you still have your brother. because of him and because of you— i will never have mine back." sindri laid his hand on brok's chest. you felt a pang shoot through your chest at his words, but you didn't argue. you couldn't do that to him. you looked down at brok's body. you had to look at him. that was the least you could do.

"i know." you muttered.

"he brought him into my home." he whispered. "and he.."

"i know."

he looked back up at you, gaze narrowed. you could practically see the whirlwind of emotions going through his mind just by looking at is eyes.

"what do you know?" sindri asked quietly.

"i know what loss feels like." you said simply. "when my mother died, i was.. i was inconsolable. i needed her with me to.. to function, to live." you took in a breath, heavy through your lungs.

"my father.. none of us ever told you what happened to her, did we?"

at his silence, you took it as your que to continue.

"she got sick."

his brow furrowed.

"sick? faye?" he asked quietly. you nodded.

"i thought.. how could a woman as strong as her get sick like this? how could she be healthy one day and then in her deathbed a few weeks later? i didn't understand it. i still don't. but i.. i know what it's like to grieve, sindri. i understand."

he only looked at you.

"i know my apologies won't bring brok back." you murmured. "but i.. just need you to know that i'm here for you."

he swallowed. his took a deep, shaky breath. you knew your words meant very little, but if they provided any sort of comfort to him, your trip out here would be worth it. sindri squeezed brok's hand.

"it's all my fault." you heard sindri murmur under his breath. "what?" you asked, head tilted to the side in confusion. "brok.. he died. before." he told you.

"when he.. when he died, i couldn't handle it. i went to the lake of souls and i jumped in. i.. found pieces of his soul. all of them except for one." he whispered, unable to tear his eyes off of his brother. "and now he.. doesn't have them all. he can't go anywhere. he's ceased to exist."

"that's not your fault." you told him without missing a beat. "brok.. what he said before.." you cleared your throat as sindri's gaze finally shifted up to you. "he said he forgave you. this.. that's not on you. he understood." you muttered softly. he blinked a few times, running his thumb across the back of brok's hand. tears filled his eyes, and you forced yourself to give him a comforting smile.

he said nothing in response.

"can i.. say a prayer?" you asked, your gaze shifting from brok's body to sindri's eyes. he could only nod as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

you breathed deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. while you didn't have the items you had when you were mourning your mother.. you didn't mind. you doubted brok would've wanted something fancy like that anyway.

"lo, there do i see my mother," you whispered.

"lo, there do i see my father.." you continued, falling onto one knee next to the table. "and my sisters and my brothers. lo, there do i see the line of my people. back to the beginning. lo, there do they call to me. they bid me take my place among them in the halls of valhalla."

"where the brave may live forever."

you finished, pressing your forehead against brok's arm. he was cold. stiff. the last time you did this, it was for your mother. it was the exact prayer you and atreus had said before her funeral. you swallowed, feeling pressure build up in your throat. you stayed there for a moment, and sindri watched you wordlessly.

you knew there was no valhalla for brok. but he was brave. and he would live forever within you, within everyone who loved him.

you pushed yourself to your feet, turning your attention back to sindri. "thank you." you said to him, and he nodded once again. "i'll.. be at the house." you muttered, turning on your heel to leave him to his thoughts. you swore you could feel him watching as you left.

you pushed the heavy doors open and stepped back into the cold of midgard.

lo, there do they call to me. you repeated to yourself.

lo, there do they call to me.

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[nikoisme]

What is your HONEST TO GOD opinion on Calypso and Agamemnon?

Huh! So i don't really think about calypso that much tbf. Don't really like her for obvious reasons, but also I'm not a big fan of her character just in general

Agamemnon is so bad on so many levels, really deeply flawed. As a whole i don't have any particularly heavy stance on him - i don't condone the things he's done and don't consider him exactly good, but his role as an older brother and the more tragic aspects of his character (the whole house of atreus thing) are something i can find interesting. Basically I don't really like him either? but i do find some parts of him interesting. Though, neither are my cup of tea really

[ravenloop]

-In Time-

Pairing: Yandere!Heimdall X Female!reader

Request (in summary [requested by @oyasumimosura]): Reader is the daughter of Kratos and sister of Atreus. She goes to Asgard with Atreus and is very protective of him. While she's there, she catches the eyes of Heimdall and finds out his feelings for her are far more deeper and darker than she thought. (So sorry this took so long! Also was worried about making Heimdall too OOC so I changed it a bit, hope you don't mind :))

Warnings: Just normal Yandere stuff, Heimdall being creepy and possessive (more towards the end), bit of swearing, some violence.

AN: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN SO LONG 😭 I was busy and honestly didn't even know how long I didn't post in :') so have this request! Trying to clear out my inbox lol. I hope y'all like it cause I Def stressed trying to make it good sjnsj enjoy <3

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There was something so creepy about him.

The way he looked at you. Stared at you. He didn't even think about looking away when your gazes crossed. It was like he wanted things to be awkward between you both.

Not like you wanted any sort of relationship with Heimdall, but it would be nice if he tried to be a little hospitable, would be far better than whatever he was currently doing. Which was—not so shockingly—staring.

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to act like you couldn't see him. Though, by now he probably read your mind and knew how you felt. Maybe that's why he kept doing it, he wanted you to feel extremely unwelcomed.

It wasn't like you wanted to come to Asgard in the first place. Your brother, Atreus, did. After a very heated argument back at Sindri's tree home, he ran off and sought out Asgard in spite. Of course he wasn't happy when you tracked him down, your father wouldn't be happy either—considering you went without his permission.

All you wanted was for Atreus to be safe. You'll be damned if you let your little brother get hurt by a bunch of piss-faced gods who think they're above everyone else.

With a sigh, you turned and walked away from the open area where Heimdall and a few other Aesir stood. Still, you could feel those eyes piercing through you like a spear.

"He's a weirdo, right?" You jolted, not expecting someone to talk to you. Turning towards the voice, you noticed Thor's daughter, "Um..."

She snorted at your awkward demeanor, "Relax. Everyone here thinks Heimdall is a jerk." You chuckled slightly at that, at least you knew you weren't alone.

"Im... glad to hear. Thrúd, is it?" She nodded. You've seen her talking to Atreus before leaving back at the lodge. Maybe she didn't have enough time to talk to you then, so she's doing it now. That or her parents didn't want her to.

"And you're Loki's sister, Huh?" She put her hand out, "Nice to meet ya!" Slowly you reached out and grabbed her hand, she shook it roughly. Seems like she's excited.

"He's told me a lot about you. Must be fun having a big sister. I've only had brothers." Oh, right. You remember her brothers, Magni and Modi—the ones father killed.

"Right." Suddenly the situation turned awkward.

"Always have to make newcomers feel threatened or uncomfortable, do you?" A hand landed on your shoulder, making you flinch and turn.

It was Heimdall again.

Good gods, how long was he standing there—was he watching you the entire time?!

This time he wasn't looking at you though, he was staring at Thrúd. She stared back, a frown on her face, "I don't always make people uncomfortable. Right?" She looked at you, making Heimdall do the same.

Both pair of eyes pinned you to your spot. Licking your teeth, you responded, "No, I don't think you do." This was literally your first time talking to her so you didn't know if what you said was even true. Hopefully it was.

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Lies. Lies. But I will leave you to be her personal toy if that's what you'd like. Nine realms know she hasn't made a single friend since being pushed out." Stepping back, he bowed mockingly before walking off with a laugh. But you didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer.

Thrúd scowl, "Don't worry about him. He's just being an ass as always. It's nothing new." You nodded. That was strangely relieving. Maybe he'd soon realise you weren't worth it and would leave you alone. Maybe.

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He didn't stop.

Those purple eyes never left your form. They tracked your everywhere. It felt like not even walls could stop him, like he'd just burn holes through them.

Even now, as people talked and murmured amongst themselves in the dining hall, he didn't focus on them. He only focused on one person. You.

The only reason you were even there was because Atreus was. It was late, the moon was high, and he had only just gotten back from a mission Odin sent him on a few minutes ago. It frustrated you how much Odin kept you and your brother separate, and Atreus was too oblivious to notice it.

I need to speak to him privately. We can't stay here any longer, You thought, staring at Atreus as he munched on a piece of bread. It was probably cold.

Opening your mouth, you were about to call his name, but he cut you off by yawning. "I think that mission tired me..." He laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck, "I'm gonna go sleep."

Atreus stood quickly, moving to leave the hall. "Wait-" You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn, "Atreus, I need to speak to you... In private."

He stared at you. His eyes swiftly glanced over your shoulder before returning to you, "Could... It wait until morning? I'm really tired..." Your brows furrowed. Why was he acting like this? "I- alright..." You let go of him, watching as he smiled at you, saying goodnight before disappearing down the stairs.

It bothered you that he clearly knew it was important, yet decided it could wait, but the look in his eyes told you something was off. And the way he looked past you—at what? At who?

Turning around, your eyes scanned the hall. And you noticed one person—one god—who wasn't there. Heimdall.

That bastard.

The large doors of the lodge swayed the tiniest bit, indicating someone just left, forgetting to close them properly maybe.

You weaved past a few servants in your way, not caring about what they whispered to their fellow acquaintances. You shouldered open the door more aggressively than intended, but you didn't care. Right now you had your mind set on confronting a certain Aesir.

It didn't even cross your mind that whoever left the lodge could have just been a random Aesir that likely didn't even know your name. But to your eyes only one person was missing from that room, and you would have noticed if he went down the stairs in the lodge, right?

Just in case, you kept one hand on the dagger attached to your hip. The one your mother gave you, since your father was far more detached from you when you were a child than he was with Atreus.

You shook the thought from your head. Now wasn't the time to reflect on your childhood. Things have changed. For better and for worse.

Slowly, you stalked through a smaller, narrower path connected to a larger one. It made you less likely to be seen by others, and right now you didn't need people being suspicious of you—far more than they already are—you'd add.

"Looking for me? I feel honoured." You turned around, finding Heimdall emerging from a gap between houses. It was just big enough for a person to make themselves comfortable between.

Not wasting any time, you asked, "What did you tell my brother?" You saw his lips turn upwards ever so slightly, but it was hard to make out his expressions when he was standing so far, in the shadows of the houses, caused by the moon's light.

"You caught onto that quick. Though," His arms raised, extending outwards, "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. You're one of the smarter... Half-giants I've met. I mean it, really!" Could he answer your question any slower?

"I didn't ask if you think I'm smart. I asked you what the hel you told my brother." You saw his eyes roll. They were the only things that the darkness couldn't hide from you. Every second they glowed brightly.

"I only instructed him one thing..." Heimdall moved closer to you, stepping out of the dark and into the moonlight. Instinctively you pulled out your dagger, aiming it at him. He stopped moving, but by the look on his face, you doubted he was intimidated. "...that he stay away from you, or I'd hurt you in ways that he'd never imagine possible."

That didn't scare you, it may have you feeling a bit uneasy, but not scared. "Is that what you're here to do now? Hurt me?" "No. Something quite the opposite, actually. That is... If you comply." The hand holding your weapon to him didn't falter, not even as he took a step closer.

"You don't scare me, Heimdall." He took another step closer, you stood your ground, "That's exactly what draws me to you."

You scoffed, "My lack of fear for you?"

"That and the lack of consideration you put behind your actions. I mean, how many other people would put a weapon  between themselves and I?" The tone of his voice grew more playful, as if the current situation didn't stress him, "When they know damn well it cannot stop me." It was clear it did not.

And to you It became increasingly more clear that you were in a secluded area. Hidden from any and all eyes expect Heimdall's. No one was around. No one could help you. No one would hear you.

He led you here. So you were with him and him only.

You gripped your dagger harder, the muscles in your arm straining, your breathing growing heavier when he stepped even closer, "Try anything and I'll kill you." He stared at you, a frown on his face. And you silently regretted saying that when he didn't speak.

It was tense. Quiet. All Heimdall did was stare into your eyes. You didn't dare tear your gaze away from his.

After a moment, he scoffed, before breaking out into laughter. Moonlight bounced off his golden teeth as he continued laughing, making them shine. "Do you..." He calmed himself down, still smiling widely, "Really think... That you can kill me?" He tutted, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made him look like he was staring at you with pity. "Oh, sunshine... That will never, never happen."

You dashed toward him.

As soon as the last syllable rolled off his tongue, you moved forward. The muscles in your arm burned at the movement, but it was a relief. They were finally able to move after being suspended in the air for so long.

You aimed for his throat. Your mission was to kill him. He gripped your wrist, yanking you towards him before throwing you into a nearby building. Your head banged against the wall and you hissed in pain. Weapon long forgotten, lost somewhere on the ground when Heimdall threw you. Everything became blurry and you closed your eyes for a moment.

When you opened them, Heimdall was kneeling in front of you. "Have we learnt our lesson yet?" His head tilted to the side, eyes staring into your half-opened ones.

Clear your mind. The words of your father echoed through your head. Do not let your enemy know your thoughts.

"No." Your left hand reached up to grip his braids, your right hand punching his face.

He stumbled back, groaning, his hand reaching up to his now bleeding face. You took your chance and ran, heading for the lodge. You needed to find Atreus.

The path seemed a lot more confusing on the way back, or maybe it was your racing mind making it seem like that.

You could hear Heimdall's rushing footsteps growing louder and closer. They were far more quiet than yours, but you could still pick up on them.

Finally, you saw the lodge come into view, the lights on it glowing brightly—but there was one thing that worried you.

Heimdall's footsteps stopped.

But yours didn't. Your legs kept moving. They went even faster now. Just as you were in a meter or two of the lodge, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you behind a house and back into the darkness as a hand covered your mouth.

You squirmed in Heimdall's grip, biting, kicking and doing whatever to try and escape.

Your teeth bit deep into his palm and he gritted his own teeth. The hand around your midsection, holding your back to Heimdall's chest, squeezed tight until there was little air in your lungs.

This caused you to stop moving, your head spinning once more. You heard Heimdall 'tsk', "Now now... Is this any way to treat your lover?" He finally released his hand from your mouth, trusting and knowing you wouldn't scream.

"You're a deranged fuck if you think anyone could ever love you," Venom dripped from your words, "Especially... when you do... stupid shit like this..." The little air in your body slowly disappeared with each word.

Heimdall noticed your struggles, and despite your words, he loosened the grip on your waist. You took in large gasps of air while Heimdall began speaking.

"True. Though being loved is a hard thing to do or come across now." His hand on your torso moved further up until it reached your throat. It didn't do anything, it just lingered there. "So sometimes, you just need to do things like this."

"I wonder why it's so hard for you..." He didn't like your tone. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty time to find out. It's not like you're ever leaving."

Your eyes narrowed, staring at the wooden wall in front of you. Before you could speak, Heimdall did, "And you will be staying here, sunshine. Unless you wanted your brother to have a... Painful death."

"Touch him and I'll-" you choked on your words when he squeezed your throat, stopping your breathing again.

"I won't touch him if you agree to what I'm proposing." His hand let go so you could breath, "And we both know you can't defeat me. So your best option would be complying." Not even the slightest bit did you agree to what he wanted you to. You hated him. This only expanded that feeling.

But your brother...

You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he died.

"I'll make your life a living nightmare." It wasn't a yes or a no, as much as you wanted to say the latter.

There was a warm feeling on your neck and you recognized it as Heimdall's breath, "Even better. I love a good challenge. Hard to find one when you're a god of my capabilities."

Everything he said made you want to roll your eyes or curl you lips in anger. The hate you had for him was unmatched. The anger that filled your body when near him made you feel like exploding.

"I hate you."

He chuckled and it sounded like what a snowstorm felt like. Cold.

"I know. But don't worry... in time, you'll learn to love me."

No. No, you definitely would not.

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ one in nine realms [mini series]

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▸pairing: heimdall x f!reader [god of war: ragnarok version]

▸summary: after atreus’ sudden disappear you decide to bring him back to home. to bring him back, you visit the asgard and so many advantures at the door. however, the most unpredictable one is to fall for odin’s right hand man, heimdall. he is something else and eventually, you find yourself wanting him to be a good boy. maybe he will listen?

▸wc: 2.3k [for the chapter]

▸warnings & tags: in general; some mature scenes, heimdall is lapdog of odin, he is arrogant and cocky, not a certain relationship with kratos such as a dad figure (for now because I couldn’t make a certain thanks to my love for kratos), travelling in realms, y/n is a goddess and she has a great power, she is an original characters as her power/s are made by me, heimdall become sub (sometimes), pet names (like sunshine, pretty boy, good boy, honey) – for the chapter; pet names/nicknames, heimdall is being an asshole, y/n is confident, touching, exposed skin, travelling, mind reading

    “Where is Atreus?”

The question made the three of your visitors keep their silence. While your big smiled face was leaving its place to concern one, Mimir tried to break the silence, “He is gone, y/n. We are estimating that the boy gone to the Asgard, to meet Odin.”

It took for a second for you to reply because Kratos concern looking gazes towards the forest made you feel sad. Everyone knew how he cared for his little boy, Atreus and now, he was concerned about his safety. As you made your way to Kratos’ huge posture you tried to calm your own inner thoughts about Atreus’ safety.

“Kratos –“ You touched his shoulder, giving a light squeeze, “Don’t worry. He is a smart and strong. I know he is okay.” Even if you were worried about him, your words were true. In your past journeys with Kratos and Atreus who were the ones saved you from a dangerous dragon years ago, you witnessed how Atreus has grown as a strong and smart boy like his father. Because of the bond you have with them, you didn’t wait any longer to express your plan, knowing Odin very well thanks to your past events with All Father’s lies. “I will go and bring him back.”

Freya took a step further, “No, y/n, it is dangerous. You can’t go alone. Heimdall and Thor will be there.”

You tried to put a smile to Freya who was another person you liked most, alongside with his brother. “Thor? Oh, don’t worry about him. I will not step back to cut his face again, if this would be what he wish.”

“You fought with him?” Kratos asked curiously.

“Of course she did!” Mimir’s playful tone came from Kratos’ back, “She fought with more than half of the Asgard. I didn’t joke when I said she is a beast when we first found her, brother.”

You chuckled at Mimir’s compliments, “Thanks for genuine words my friend.”

“Ah, always young lady.”

“So,” You focused on Kratos, “Do you trust me?”

“Hmm.”

“Then, let me bring him back.”

“But –“ Yes, Kratos was fond of his son, Atreus, but he also has a bond with you. He didn’t want you to be in a risk that he put you.

To ensure him that you will be safe, you smiled, cupped his right cheek, “I will be fine. So do Atreus.”

After spending some time looking at his eyes, you made sure he was giving you approval. So, you picked up your gatherings and weapons, putting them on your back as they vanished from others’ eyes but kept remained for you, Freya spoke,

“Odin closed the gates. How will you go to there?”

You pointed the golden bird who was standing on a tree next to you, “If Odin has his own magic, so do I.”

Freya smiled, “Of course.”

The golden bird whose name was Trisc, landed on your shoulder, looking at the other three happily. “Now, Trisc,” You caressed her head, “You know where we are going.”

She nodded and began to whistle a song in a low tone. As the Midgard’s, your home’s vision become blur, Kratos said, “Be careful.”

You nodded, “Always.” And with that, your body vanished and a minute later, you were in front of the huge walls of the Asgard.

    “Oh c’mon!” Your golden colored blade cut the last remaining creature’s head off, giving you a time to relief. How many creatures were there? You thought Asgard will be safer than other realms but clearly, Odin just made his own palace safe and well. Others, who stayed Asgard, behind the walls, didn’t concern him.

‘Oh, he never changes.’ You thought while climbing the last part of the wall. He always thought about himself. He even didn’t pay attention to his family. Thor, who you fought deadly, was the saddest one for you. He just wanted to be in peace but Odin wanted him to do his dirty jobs. You really had so many nights thinking about how these people believed, respected and stayed right beside Odin. Their All Father was nothing but a liar.

After reaching the top of the wall, you came up on the wall with one last force. While taking fresh breaths, you took some time to relaxing your muscles. ‘It was easy peas' but boring’ you thought to yourself as the Asgard’s peaceful side came to your scene.

There were people who were forging weapons, having little chats, going to bar, and minding their own business. Valkyries were all over the place but none of them paid attention to your figure. You wanted to laugh at how they saw themselves as higher living things than others who couldn’t even see a woman who was standing the right in front of their eyes.

You guessed they believed Heimdall, the one who saw and hear all as Mimir said, without thinking twice. You didn’t meet with Heimdall, the one who so many people afraid of, in your previous years. You just heard his name and abilities. They said how he was the protector of Asgard and lapdog of Odin, as Mimir said again. He was able to see all but he wasn’t one that could be more powerful than you. However, your curious side really wanted to see him, meet him and you knew, with this journey, you would definitely meet with him.

As you made your way to the palace, as you thought it was a palace, some gossips began to audible from right and left sides. People were trying to guess who you were. They never saw any unknown woman in here most likely because they were really surprised. You didn’t pay attention to any of them. You were here just for Atreus. So, they were none of your concern but when someone said your name, you stopped on your trail.

“It’s Y/n!” One of them said, probably a dwarfs who was prison of Odin. “Who is Y/n you dumbass?” Other asked, keeping her gazes on your body. “You are the dumbass! She is a Goddess. She is far from our realms!” Other one laughed, “A goddess? With that delicate body, she only can be a human.”

You wanted to smile at their comments but kept moving instead. You were no longer a Goddess, as you wanted to not to be. You held your power still but you denied using it. Instead of your nature power, you just used magic and became sorcery after being a God meant nothing to you. You wanted to help people but you didn’t want them to see you as an outsider like these Gods and Goddesses. You wanted to be part of them. After using magic instead of your power, you really became friend of people.

So, without giving them any hint about who you were, you just went to the palace. Standing outside, you knocked the door, gently.

After waiting for some time, you knocked it again. When you were ready to knock for the third time, you heard a deep but playful voice behind you, “Well well well. Isn’t this my lucky week? Two strangers at once!”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to look at who were keeping you from your job, reaching Odin. The moment you saw him, you just thought how beautiful his eyes looked. Maybe it was because of the color of them but he certainly had wonderful eyes that made people look them without minding any other business they had. No, you hadn’t a favorite color but purple became looking so good to your eyes.

His lips stopped with a grin-like expression, looking proud of himself but you couldn’t tell why he felt so good suddenly. Instead of questioning who he was, you just asked, “I came here to see Odin.”

He rolled his eyes, “I really don’t understand how everyone thinks it is this much easy,” raising the thumb and forefinger, showing the short gap between them, he said, “to meet with All Father.” He took a step to your body, making you feel short because of his a bit taller size. “Are they giving something that makes your minds go dummy?”

You crossed your arms over your slightly exposed breasts, analyzed him from head to toe while realizing how his armor looked expensive and clean. He must be him.

You smiled, “From the attitude, I am guessing you are Heimdall.”

He smirked, “So, you are not that dummy after all, honey.”

Being a cocky person, having expensive and clean armor, treating you like a dummy and using pet names… You couldn’t expect much from the sons of Odin, could you?

Without introducing yourself, you just said, “I am here to meet with Odin. Where is he?”

He looked taking back from your question, “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He kept walking around you, looking at your body shamelessly, “All Father is not someone who you can meet anytime you want.”

He stopped right behind you. As he bent over your right soldier to look at your eyes, you felt his fresh breaths on your exposed shoulders because of your clothes which were a strapless black and golden colored armor top that covered your breasts and a black pant that completed with furry golden boots. His purple eyes were so close, and because of being taller than you, his nose were nearly touching your cheek effortlessly, making you want to get out of there because after all, he was Kratos’ enemy.

“Why are you here hon?” He looked angry for a moment before talking playfully again, “And how you crossed all the way to here without me seeing or hearing it?”

You took a step forward, saving you from his breath taking aura, “Well, this is the question you should ask to yourself, hon, not me.”

Even if you were trying to sound calm and confident, his effects on you were insignificantly effective. How come he took your breath away like that? This had to be some trick he used on you. Definitely. Nothing more.

“Oh, no, no-“ He began to speak but stopped for a second like he wasn’t sure to say it or not. “I don’t use tricks. I do not need them sunshine.”

Again with nicknames. And how stupid of you was this? You forgot that he was able to read minds, getting their real intentions. Did he read your mind when you first meet with his beautif – dumb eyes?

“Thanks for the compliment.” He said, smiling now. Oh, how you wanted to punch him in the face now. However, you reminded yourself your main purpose, taking Atreus back.

“If you read minds, then you know why I am here.” You looked at the Asgard’s view, “Where is he?”

“The half-breed boy is doing something for the All Father with Thor.” You both surprised how he suddenly became honest and Atreus doing a job for Odin with Thor. The whole situation was blowing your mind. If Kratos could be here –

You stopped thinking about them to prevent giving any unwanted information to this lapdog of Odin. So, you thought about Odin again.

“Then, I will wait here ‘till he comes back.” You smiled at him. If he wasn’t letting you meet with Odin, you would wait for Atreus to come back, then, you would return to home. Also, even if it was filled with the living things that you hated, the Asgard was beautiful. You would enjoy to travelling around it ‘till Atreus come back.

The moment you began to walk, curiously looking at the Asgard, trying to find an interesting thing to visit, Heimdall’s taller body stood right in front of you in a heartbeat, preventing you to take a further step. He waved his hands in front of his chest, “Oh, no, no, sunshine. You can’t wait here. Actually,” He showed the walls, “You have to go.”

You looked at the walls, then him. Every time you looked at his purple shining eyes, you couldn’t help but feel – good. How he had this personality with these beautiful eyes? It was sad.

You took a deep breath, “I will not leave ‘till Atreus is back. So,” You closed the gap between your faces, making him surprised and flushed a little bit because of your sudden confident move, not expecting it. “Either get out of my way or I will make you.”

Among the silence you two held, you studied his face better thanks to the closeness. Yes, you too flushed but this wasn’t something you wanted to hide. And how wise was it to try hiding something from a God who read minds without asking for permission?

You looked at how his eyes sparkled again and again. His face was clean, looking delicate but at the same time sharp. His braided golden hair made you want to touch and feel them because of its perfect and soft looking. The color of both his eyes and hair was something admirable. If he wasn’t acting like this, you could almost call him as one of the most lovely but also handsome Gods of the nine realms. But no, he was just the cocky son of Odin.

While thinking about these things, you saw how his face changed from self-righteous to resentful. Why he found your thoughts scathing? He didn’t need anyone’s acknowledgment expect Odin. Did he?

Suddenly, he moved from you, “Uhh –“ He tried to say, make a sentence, “I –“ He looked at you one last time like he was thinking about your last question. Maybe he was thinking how you made him feel? Wait, did you made him feel something?

As if he heard your thoughts again, he turned away. “Whatever.” Was the last thing you heard from him. You tried not to smile. Oh, this was going to be fun.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[soft-for-them]

Hidden away - Týr x plus size reader

Summary: Whilst searching for a suitable breakfast you happen to come across the old god of war and justice hidden away.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This gif does not match with the story but there isn't many God of War Ragnarök gifs out there (understandable because the game just came out) and for some reason I don't like using still images. ALSO I haven't finished the game (someone has already spoiled it for me which is annoying) so don't spoil even more for me or anyone else thank you. I'm already thinking of a part two if people want it.

“Sindri!” you grumble as you finally come out your cocoon that is you little bedroom.

You’ve hastily put on a blue overdress, the same one you were wearing all day yesterday, with a fresh long sleeved underdress on of course. The big golden broaches that hold up the straps of the dress, one made by each of your brothers (you were adopted well after they were born but they still insist you are apart of their family) with the Huldra symbol moulded into each of the shiny metal rounds are the only clean part of your outfit, your dress covered in powdered paint and glue now dried clear.

Need to say you really need to give your dress a good scrub.

Bare feet hit the shallow steps that were really made only for your brother’s short stature lead down to the open planed ground floor, your bones clicking as you smooth down your clothes over your curves, not bothering to do your hair quite yet.

“Sindri!” you call again this time a bit louder as you head to the kitchen area.

The last you saw of your bother he had quickly popped into your bedroom, which is also your workroom where you paint your murals. He had excuse himself for he was going to go help young Atreus and his father. He said something about Tyr and Brok but really half of it went in one ear and out the other for you were painting and not paying attention to your non blue brother.

You lazily look around for some food to eat whilst also seeing who’s around, Sindri did say he’d be back with Brok, Atreus and Kronos but the tree house is awfully quiet without the bickering of your dwarven brothers along with the clinking of metal tools.

For a moment you stop and look around, you debate calling out again but you don’t.

Instead you find an apple to eat, a bruised one but an apple all the same. You don’t want to be cooking, it’s too early and you’re not the best at it (seem it runs in the family), so you take a big bite out the red and yellow fruit frowning at the chalky texture.

“Where are the porridge oats?” you wonder out loud as you rummage around for the food.

Porridge may not be the first or second thing you’d want to eat in the morning for its awfully bland on its own (and you still want to do as little as possible because you’re tired and in need to finish your painting) but you search for it anyway.

Mediocre apple half eaten you wonder over to the doors leading to what you assume is a pantry, well you thought it was.

You see this isn’t your home, well it is now that the end of times is coming but you didn’t live here before fimblewinter.

Before you lived out in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods living off the land and painting your artwork in peace. Now you cramped in your brother’s spare room for he insisted you move in with him when a group of raiders attacked you home.

“Brok?” you call out. Brok always shouts at you back, he’s your older brother and he loves you but he finds you and your shouting annoying. Sindri would say that you’re just as bad as each other with all the shouting and swearing, two peas in a pod but Brok insists you aren't.

You hear no shouting of your blue brother so you push open the door of what you think is a pantry the thing only open just a bit enough to squish you plush body through. It takes another budge from your shoulder to push the door inwards more, the something that once blocked the door moving away.

Either you’ve become very strong or whatever was blocking the door walked itself backwards.

“What the?” you whisper to yourself as you peak down around the door not see a random box or a weapon that Brok has left around, no, you see a big foot.

Eyes gone wide you slowly look up to see a man, a giant man, a man you have never seen in your entire life before waking up from his make sift bed in the small storage room.

Long dark hair drapes over his face that’s very sleepy looking, his glowing eyes barley open with little bits of sleepy in the corners as he peers up to you.

You want to act on instinct, grab the nearest blunt heavy object and throw it at him followed by running away but his eyes pool with confusion like a animal who has encountered a lost human in the middle of the woods only to run away themselves.

You assume you’ve just woke him up by barging in, his foot obviously being the object you though you moved to open the door just a bit.

You hope you haven’t hurt him in anyway.

“Who are you?” you ask in a stern but quiet voice, not wanting to scare away the giant man who now sits up from his slump.

“I could ask the same thing.” his voice makes you shiver, a warmth travels up your neck.

“I live here thank you very much.”

Already your eyes look the man up and down, his height sitting up taller than your brothers at full height, he must be a giant or part giant you think. The only part giant you’ve met is Atreus and well, Thor as well but you do not like to talk about that.

“Are you a giant?” you ask as you step a bit closer, your body now over the door frame, you now fully into the small room.

“Giant, do you mean Jötnar?” his voice, though laced with a sleepy croak one has when you’ve just awoken, sounds almost playful but also wise.

“I’m sorry, Jötnar, I’ve been around Brok and Sindri too long to remember the proper names for everything-“ you’re babbling but you do so to justify you slip up of calling him a giant, “I’m a human but technically I’m a Midgardian, I do not mean any offence.”

“I don’t take any-“ he talks with his hands, he moves them in a certain motion urging you to give him your name.

“(Y/n). Sister of Brok and Sindri.”

Holding out your hand and despite him sitting down he easily returns the greeting. His large hand wraps around your forearm, his digits squishing your soft skin lightly, his touch light as a feather like he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. You wrap your own hand around his forearm, your own fingers aching as they stretch around the wide width of his arm.

He goes to part from your greeting but you grip on his arm pulling on it like you intend to pull him up off the floor. You know you can’t, you’re not that strong, but it’s a kind gesture to say 'here, I can help you up' to the tall man.

When you were little and smaller than your brothers you’d try pulling them up despite not being able too, they’d get up just fine but they were always thankful for the so called ‘help’. Maybe it’s a childish thing to do, especially to a stranger, but the part Jötnar man looks so tired, so in himself like he doesn’t know who he is.

He pulls himself up just fine, your hand still lingering on his arm. He does not mind, he actually likes the feeling.

“Sister?” he asks.

“Adopted.” You say back with a smile.

“Ah. I see.” He looks down at you with his glowing eyes, not a bad emotion crossing his eyes as he looks at you, “I’m Tyr by the way.”

You mind runs wild.

Atreus and Kronos succeeded in freeing him!

“Well Tyr, would you like some breakfast-“ you raise you other hand that still hold the half eaten apple, “- I was looking for something more substantial to eat than this apple.”

“I would be grateful for one, I-I haven’t had a good breakfast in quite a while.”

[unholyloaf]

Hey! Loved reading your Kratos headcanons! Saw that you didn’t know if you were sure on taking requests so instead you can look at this as an idea for a headcanon to write only if you’re interested!

Regarding your thoughts on Kratos having a breeding kink, how about a sfw headcanon on him having more kids with the reader after Atreus! I’d love to hear your thoughts on how many kids this softie would have and just him being a dad! Again you don’t have to look at this as a request :)

I love imagining Kratos with more kids! SFWW

Kratos loves you immensely and would be delighted to start a family with you. Whether it is adoption or silly fun adult times, as long as he was raising the kids with you he'd be happy.

Honestly, I strongly believe he'd have three more kids after Atreus. After parenting Atreus Kratos has a better feel of what children are receptive to and how to influence his kids better.

He is such a big softy when it comes to his children.

When it comes to his daughters he can't say no. She wants to put a flower crown on his head? Say no more. She wants a sword? He will have Brok and Sindri make her the prettiest/sturdiest sword they can forge. The same goes for his boys.

Whenever I imagine Kratos as a dad all I can picture is the three kids playing with Kratos. They all have wooden swords in their hands running around the log cabin and Kratos is playing the "monster" he chases them around the house and one of the kids "sneaks behind him" and tries to take Kratos down. The two other kids will jump onto him pulling with all their might to bring Kratos to the floor. And he lets them (don't tell the kids)

Kratos is a strong man we all know this, so he would be very delicate with the kids even if they weren't infants or babies. They're so precious to him that it would kill him if he hurt them.

Naturally, the kids love their older brother. They play with him exactly how they play with Kratos and Atreus enjoys every minute of it.

Kratos makes all of their furniture, so he would customize each of the beds to the kids' style/interest.

Now when the kids were first born Kratos was too scared to hold them. They were so delicate and he was the exact opposite. Poor guy, it took him a good month before you convinced him to finally hold y'alls kids.

He's also one of those dads that will fall asleep with the baby on their chest. Kratos doesn't get much sleep, but he prefers sleeping either with you or the kids because y'all help keep him calm.

He is a family man through and through and would do anything to keep all of you safe.

I feel bad for anyone who wants to date his children. He is such a protective dad at first, but when he gets to know his kids' significant other he grows to like and maybe even love them. Like Angrboda.

Kratos may be a sweet dad, but he trains his kids hard. Not spartan hard, he would never do that, but he wants them to be able to fend for themselves after they've moved out or after Kratos passes away.

I hope this was to your liking! Sorry if it took a while I only just now noticed the request and honestly I had a lot of fun writing this.

[heleciacrow]

Unpredictable Outcome

AU Resurrected Heimdall x Reader

This was inspired by @silvergoldraeven that wrote AU Heimdall resurrected HC. I really love their story how everything went well after he lived(at least in our dreams. I'm still butthurt he died in the post-game.) And this gave me an idea for a plot. I'll be writing more soon too. Happy reading 💕🌹

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The day he was resurrected was uncanny, Atreus being a kind hearted boy made it clear that he no longer needs to fight for anyone or anything for that matter. All he has to do is to enjoy this new life that was given to him and he appreciates that.

Everyone accepted him, even though he was one of those people who tried to harm them. He learned many things that were just good...to him. Learning new ways of how he can interact, how to follow rules and praises when needed. This bears in mind that he can more than just foresight and prediction, he may still be a jerk most of the time but the new family he found shows greatness at his worst part in there.

Kratos being a good father figure to him is something that he never knew he'll find, a father that he wanted when Odin was alive. Atreus is the brother he learned to love, carrying that along his new life, Mimir the great uncle who gives him advice when Kratos is not around, Freya the great step-mother that shows great love to him like her own son. Baldur is also one of the Great parts that was added recently and finally accepts one another once more. But let me add one more that adds greatness in his new life and that is none other than you.

He found you greatly appreciative of him, it might take a while for you to accept him when he was brought back by Atreus after being resurrected but as time goes by, the two of you were starting to warm up to each and learn new things together.

You are Atreus sibling by blood, Kratos and your younger brother tried their best to convince you to get along with Heimdall even though you knew what he had done in the past. However, you gave in when Atreus gave you a long hug and did not let go of you until you agreed to give the Aesir God a chance.

One thing you started to like about Heimdall is when he would give a half-ass remarks at Atreus being the 'big brother' of his when Kratos introduced him to people for the first time. Which did not sit well with you at all, well don't get me wrong, you're happy that there's a new added family, although Heimdall has something hidden from the rest of you.

He was a good companion when hunting together while Kratos, Mimir and Atreus would go somewhere else for Sindri(which he finally accepted Brok's death and finally forgiving Atreus.) In Heimdall's eyes, he felt heavier emotions towards you, the way your hair would brush and wave through the wind, the smile you give when he hit the deer when hunting and small praises that leaves his heart skipping a beat. He finds himself staring intently at you most of the time, not creepy at all. He cherishes those moments with you more than with Kratos when he goes with him when you're not available. But it didn't falter him since he enjoys hunting with his new Father. However, most of the time when they would chat here and there, it's Heimdall's questions about you to Kratos. It would leave our old pal confused for a moment but he did not question it. One time, Mimir pointed out when they're tracking the deer "Say, Lad, I know this might come off a bit personal. But you seem very fond of Y/n." Heimdall stiffens on his feet while tracking their target for the day, Kratos stares at his back "W-why are you asking, old goat? We were just getting along." He responded, a chuckle was heard from Kratos when he finally realized what Mimir is trying to target towards the Aesir God. "It is fine to ask about your new 'sibling', it might help to make your bond stronger." Mimir agreeing with Kratos made Heimdall feel the heat creeping up to his face "I...well they're...you know...great?" For the first time in Heimdall's life, he is stuttering, he never stutters, he always had something smart to say but this very moment made him blank "Oi, I think we broke the lad, brother." Mimir laughs, Heimdall not liking the fact he's being teased "Why would I even ask you...?" He muttered and went on the hunt again.

But even when they're finally back to Sindri's home, Baldur went to help Kratos carry the buck that was hunted. You and Freya would check the greenery she built behind the house, Heimdall's eyes went to you and he stopped. Oh how your eyes sparkle with glee, how it makes his heart beat faster than his movement in battle. Thinking of you more than just a renowned sibling, he wanted something else. He felt dejected knowing that Kratos would always introduce them as 'siblings' he exhaled through his nose deeply but wasn't unnoticed by Tyr, the Norse God of War stood next to Heimdall and checked who he was staring at. "Is something bothering you, young man?" Heimdall just shook his head as he put his left hand on his hip "Nothing... Just... Thinking." Unexpectedly for Tyr that he's in deep thought, never in millennia that he would find him liking this.

After hours of staring (not creepily) at you, he finally has had it. He wanted to understand what he felt and went to seek Kratos for advice. "You are confused about your feelings?" He questions, Heimdall is curled up in blankets not wanting to show how embarrassed he is for asking this "I might say, he's probably lovesick at this moment, brother." Mimir commented, Heimdall pulled off the blanket from his head causing his braid to mess up and sat up quickly to glare at the talking head "Lovesick? I am a god! I can't get sick!" He retorted, Mimir laughing loudly at the messed up Heimdall "Poor lad not getting what I meant."

"I do not get sick, old goat! How can you tell?" He asked but he's desperate to know what makes him feel this way, truly he is fond of you and Kratos finally sat down next to Heimdall's bed "You can tell us what you feel." He encouraged him and Heimdall went full blown to explain everything to them.

After ranting about all his thoughts and earning a grunt of understanding from Kratos, Heimdall laid back down on his bed and covered his face with the blanket once more, he felt hotter when he finally let out everything and Kratos finally got the conclusion "I see..." His only response was that, seeing how Heimdall might have fallen in love with you without him knowing it completely "You are inlove, Heimdall." Peeking his head out to look at Mimir after he said that, he put his hand on his chest "How can you say?" "Well, you said you felt your breath taking away from when you see them, you enjoy their company, and mostly you seek for their presence when they're not around at all and lastly you do not like anyone else talking to her unless they're friends or family, did you not?" He nodded, now it clicked to him. He is indeed in love "Can I speak to them about this?" Heimdall asked "Kratos?" Mimir turned his eyes to Kratos and looked forward "There's one thing you can try rather than talking. We have a tradition from my homeland... If a man is involved with such emotion towards a woman, they declare that by throwing an apple towards them... If the person catches the apple means they accept the feelings of the other...romantically." he explained, Heimdall nod at him "will you try it?" "It would be a waste of apple if they don't catch it..." Kratos added.

It has been weeks after the talk he had with them, Heimdall is in a pickle and does not know if he can even do the throwing without getting nervous. His heart would burst and his mind would race, telling him that he had to do it. 'what if they don't like him that way? Will that destroy what they have now?' he even turned off his mind reading, so he doesn't know if you would think of him that way. He kept walking back and forth, Atreus was watching him with his father "what's wrong with him?" He asked "He's waiting for the right moment." He can pick up your footsteps, and yes he is counting them. He can tell how close you are, he's ready. He's throwing away his prideful self, he's gonna do it. As soon as the portal lights up, he pulls out an apple from his little pouch and waits for you to enter first and as soon he saw you, he feels his body shaken.

From a distance, Mimir muttering of encouragement for Heimdall "go on, lad. You have nothing to lose." With a short breath, Heimdall called for you "Y/n... Catch." Throwing the apple in the air towards your way, time seems to slow down. You raise your gaze towards the apple flying towards you and put down your weapon to the ground to use both hands to catch it, once the apple landed to your hand perfectly, you look up to see Heimdall looking hopeful when he sees you catching. It took you a moment to realize this as you learned from Kratos homeland and your face started to heat up "Are...you serious?" You asked hesitantly, you were about to doubt this but his Bifrost eyes stared at you with the most sincerity and for the first time he is not playing around "You mean it?" He nod, grinning you held the apple close to your heart and started to tear up "I thought I'm just the only one..." You muttered softly, but he heard you. He looked over to where Kratos is and he gave him a nod of approval towards his declaration for his oldest child, he felt elated and walked towards you as you did so, letting yourself be engulfed by his arm, finally having a chance to be with him as yours and you as his.

Extended ended :

Two winters have passed, Kratos, Heimdall, Atreus and you were in the middle of the trading town. Some already know who you were but when they asked Kratos about you all, he goes

"These are my children and my son-in-law.and and my oldest's brother in-law" And Heimdall never felt so proud to call you his forever.

"Baldur, don't put a copper in your mouth!" What a fine day to live.

[izthepup]

Your Best Friend + Friends

———Kratos———

- Probably Mimir. 

- Mimir likes to compliment you.

- You sometimes give Mimir riddles, he gives you plenty of them. 

- Well, he compliments you mainly if he ever gets on Kratos's bad side.

- Freya is a close second.

- She helps you with some things that need magic.

- She gives you almost sisterly vibes.

- For you, Atreus is more like a little brother.

- With Atreus, you just.. hang out and talk.

- Not awkward.

- Once he almost called you Mom (or dad, if you're gender neutral then parent.)

- But yeah Atreus is a friend, too.

- Sometimes you might spoil him.

- Brok and Sindri

- It's fun just to chat

- You hang out at their place most often

———Freya———

- Kratos. 

- Sometimes you two battle for the fun of it.

- Well, Kratos says for training, but he might have fun too.

- Also to teach him to give mercy more often.

- Surprisingly, he is close to you and Freya.

- He sorta reminds you of a big brother.

- SPEAKING OF BROTHERS,,,

- Freyr would be a friend.

- Well, once Freya made up with Freyr, yeah you guys were cool.

- In his sort of village, he got the light elves and dark elves to give you and Freya a discount if you guys ever bought anything. 

- He tried to end the war but it didn't work

- But the elves did agree to giving you guys discounts if they don't attack you 

- so that's cool

- Before tho?

- Mmmm yeah not really.

- Atreus too.

- With Atreus, you two sometimes hunt deer.

- Mimir would be that one annoying friend who you really like. Except he's pretty smart.

———Atreus———

- Probably Angrboda

- Atreus once had a crush on her

- Y'all cool now though, don't worry. 

- Sometimes you race against each other 

- Sometimes you ride on Atreus (like a horse)

- He has a tough time with you on him being a kinda small wolf

- Other times she lets you borrow wild animals

- "borrow" as in you have to tame them 

- Kratos is sorta a friend

- Sometimes it's awkward 

- Plenty of awkward silences

- Mimir is the one who strikes up conversation 

- He's a good friend too

- "Ah, young love. Tell me again, how did you two fall in love?"

- Kratos gives Mimir a look

- Freya gives you cool aunt vibes mixed with big sister vibes

- Sindri and Brok

- You hang out with Sindri more

- Sometimes Brok does hang out but he sometimes teases or annoys you guys

- You two still like him though

———Mimir———

- Kratos

- duh

- You two train in battle sometimes

- He lets you stay in his house- or a little house he might help you build

- Atreus is also a friend

- He tries to teach you archery 

- If you already know it you two practice archery

- Freya might be a friend as well

- She would just hang out

- Brok and Sindri

- Absolute greatest trio

- You hang out at their place the most

- Just talking is fun

- You shone light in Brok's eyes

- Probably Sindri's too

- "VENGENCE"

- "C'MON Y/N KNOCK IT OFF, I ONLY SHONE LIGHT IN THE OL' GOAT'S EYES ONCE"

- Sindri got you to stop

- Mimir finally got his vengence

- You and Brok like messing with Sindri every so often

- Maybe make an "accidental" mess, like a trail of mud or enemy blood for him to clean up

- Poor dude

———Sindri———

- Brok

- He annoys Sindri sometimes

- You love Brok like a brother

- He doesn't annoy you as much

- Kratos too

- Sometimes you literally put a welcome mat by his feet

- "Wipe your feet"

- He does it sometimes

- Other times he YEETS THE MAT- (Ahem) I mean

- "No."

- Mimir too, don't forget him

- He gives you and Brok riddles, sometimes Sindri too

- Atreus

- You once threw a snowball at him

- It turned into a snowball fight 

- "QUICK SINDRI BEHIND THAT TREE-"

- "WHAT TREE IT'S MIDGARD WITH A GIANT FOREST AROUND US-"

- He got hit with another snowball

[arleniansdoodles]

Ive been thinking about this and im curious, do you think Kratos and Atreus would be super protective of Calliope? I was thinking of it outside of your fic but i was curious what you think.

Personally i think Kratos would be pretty protective of her, almost over protective. Hed definitely struggle with letting her go as she ages due to his own guilt over her death. Atreus would probably have to remind him of his character development lol. Atreus would be protective but in that good big brother way. Hed let her fuck up and would be there to help her.

Hi anon! I definitely think Kratos and Atreus would be protective of Calliope, and in the different ways that you mentioned. It makes sense to me that Kratos would be overly protective; he doesn’t want to lose her, wants to make sure she’s alright, and struggles as she grows up to be her own person. Atreus, on the other hand, would be the protective big brother sort, as you said XDD

I also think this would bring up an interesting conflict between Kratos and Atreus: who is better able to take care of Calliope while she’s young? This is related to my fic, so I’ll just to lay my thoughts out here within that context: I imagine Kratos feels it’s his duty as her father to care for her. It’s partly to take the load off Atreus, partly to make up for lost time with Calliope, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Kratos also feels a bit envious about how well Calliope’s taken to her brother. As for Atreus, he’s gone through this whole adventure caring for his sister, so he feels like he ought to have a say in these things.

And I think those are my thoughts for now! Thanks for the ask, anon! <33

[queer-irritator]

A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 2

Content Warnings: Mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1,199

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

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(Reader’s POV)

You could start to see a fence as you were walking up a hill, it was Atreus’ home. Atreus started to slow down, stopping just outside the gate. 

He turned to you and gave you a warning, “So, my dad can be kind of… intimidating, but he’s really not as scary as he acts.” 

You nodded at the boy, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Atreus gave you a nervous smile and then opened the gate, he held the door open for you as you walked in. You could see the small cabin, a pile of wood on the side of the house. It looked cozy. You followed Atreus to the front door, he held up a finger to you as to say ‘Wait here’. He exhaled and opened the door and took a step in. You heard a booming voice,

“Where have you been? I told you to always be home before the sun sets.”

Atreus spoke up, “I know, I’m sorry… But I was looking for deer and…” He stuck his head out the door and motioned for you to come inside. 

“I met our neighbor..!” 

You took a small step inside the cabin. It seemed even smaller on the inside. Kratos stood up from where he was sitting and pulled Atreus to the side.

“First you run off, and then you bring a stranger into our home? What were you thinking?” He had a hand on Atreus’ shoulder, shaking him slightly with his last words, like he was literally trying to shake some sense into him. 

“I know, but- Please… trust me.” Atreus looked into his fathers eyes, silently pleading with him. 

“They’re really nice. And they brought us food!” He turned his head toward you.

Kratos’ head also turned toward you as he stood up straighter.Atreus was right, he was intimidating. “But he’s really not as scary as he acts.” Atreus’ words echoed in your head.

You spoke up, “Hello, my name is (y/n). I live just east of here-“ 

Your words were cut off by the giant of a man, “I have seen no other houses around here.”

“I use a spell to keep my home concealed, I just moved in two winters ago.” You explained. 

The man grunted in response.

“Oye, brother, let me get a look at our guest!” A familiar voice filled your ears. It couldn’t be…

Kratos walked over to a table and lifted a severed head and held it out so it could see you. 

It was him… “Mimir?” you questioned. Your eyes started to well up, it was your childhood friend. You never thought you would see him again. 

“(Y/n)! Boy, its bloody great to see you!” Mimir exclaimed.

“I…,” you set down the basket, “Can I hug you?? Why are you just a head?” 

“Aye, toss me over brother.” Mimir instructed Kratos. Kratos complied and tossed the head to you.

You, luckily, caught Mimir and held him up in front of you. “What in hel happened to you?”

“I was saved, believe it or not. By that big brute over there and the little lad… It was Odin, he-“

You were already rolling your eyes, “I told you not to associate with him.” You cut him off. 

“Aye…” Mimir replied sadly.

You held his head to your chest and gave him the best hug you could manage to give a severed head. 

“What path of life are you walking?” You questioned him.

Last time you had seen Mimir, you were both young adults. Mimir was hel-bent on impressing Odin, heading in with the wrong crowd, truly evil people. You gave him many lectures and warnings, but he assured you he would be careful, that he wouldn’t become like Odin. That was right before…

Your thoughts were cut off by Mimir’s vocie, “Hopefully one of redemption.”

You held his head back up so you could look at him fully. You saw sadness and regret in his eyes. 

“Good.” You stated, “I’m glad to hear it.”

“So… you know Mimir?” Atreus spoke up, incredibly confused. 

“Yes, he is an old friend.” You answered his question, looking at the boy you could tell he wasn’t any less confused. 

“We grew up in the same town,” you further explained, setting Mimir on the table. “Mimir was a few years older than me, but we became close friends quite young.”

“Some good times we had!” Mimir chimed in. “Actually… I should be more surprised to see you! If I’m not mistaken, you’re a mortal, aye?” 

“Yes, but- “Your words were cut short by a growl coming from Atreus’ stomach. 

“Sorry!” Atreus apologized, his face turned a light shade of pink as he placed a hand over his stomach. 

“No, don’t apologize.” You hadn’t realized how long you’ve been standing around catching up with Mimir. “Please, come eat!” You motioned for Atreus and Kratos to join you at some seating and began to unwrap what was in your basket. 

Atreus happily walked over to you and and sat down to your left. Kratos made his way towards you, keeping his eyes on you as he sat down with a grunt across from you. Your heart rate increased as his amber eyes made contact with yours. You broke eye contact with him and began unpacking the basket, you didn’t realize how truly large the man was earlier, or how handsome he was… 

“So, I brought some dried deer meat,” you started to explain as you laid out all the food on a cloth, your hands shaking slightly, something Mimir made a mental note of. 

You continued, “There’s some flavored with peppers and herbs, and some flavored with dried blueberries and thyme.” 

Atreus had wide eyes, patiently waiting for you to finish taking out the food before he could dive in.

“There’s also some fruit, bread, cheese, and uhm, some wine, made with strawberries and blueberries.” You took out a bottle and set it down in between yourself and Kratos. 

You shifted your gaze to Kratos and he was still staring at you, not saying a word.

  “I only brought the wine when Atreus had mentioned you, by the way. I would never give a child alcohol.” You over-explained. The last thing you wanted was for this man to think you would get his child drunk.

Kratos grunted, then he decided to speak up, “I will get cups.” He stood up and walked over to a cabinet to get two cups.

“This looks so good!” Atreus praised your generosity as he tore off a piece of bread and grabbed a piece of dried meat.

“I do miss your cooking.” Mimir chimed in. “Too bad it wouldn’t do me any good now!” he joked. 

His humor made you smile, “You can still taste, can’t you?” you questioned, tearing off a bite-sized piece of dried meat and fed it to Mimir. At the same time Kratos returned to his seat and set down a cup in front of you and one in front of himself.

“Oh, it’s as delicious as ever, (y/n)!” Mimir was delighted to just have a little taste.

“Thank you.” Kratos spoke, he reached out to get some food and began to eat.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” You smiled at him and then at Mimir.

[menelaiad]

Do you think Agamemnon killed Thyestes?

i personally dont vibe with that narrative.

tbf we don't actually have a lot that tells us what happened to thyestes??? he and aegisthus disappear until aegisthus comes back and we know what happens there (YIKES).

the only thing we have is from apollodorus, who says that:

Not long afterwards Tyndareus brought them back again, and they drove away Thyestes to dwell in Cytheria, after that they had taken an oath of him at the altar of Hera, to which he had fled.

so he clearly went for some sort of sanctuary from hera?? and the brothers werent stupid enough to kill him at an altar of a god lmaoo.

but they COULD have dragged him out and killed him?? but they didnt. they just made him swear an oath (we dont know this oath?? maybe like. dont come back, clown) and sent him away. and i adhere to this narrative because i think it fits???

why would aga (and menelaus if u wanna include him but aga was the big cheese here) kill thyestes and not aeg??? even before the cly thing aeg is the one who killed atreus. YES thyestes got the throne and exiled them, but in terms of avenging their dad and getting one back - he should have killed aeg. so with aeg being kept alive, it stands to reason that thyestes was to. yeah he didnt like either of them lbr. but it doesnt make sense to kill thyestes and spare aeg?? it should be both, neither or actually thyestes left alive. the one who did them more dirty was aeg.

ALSO. i think its a very interesting act of mercy from agamemnon that gets overlooked a lot. aga, by ancient greek standards, would have been in his right to kill them both. avenge his father. reclaim his lost inheritance etc etc. that wouldnt have been a stain on his reputation in those days - but he didn't. he's oddly merciful. he doesnt behave like atreus (or even thyestes himself tbh) would have in that moment and thats very telling about him as a character, a man and a leader. perhaps you can read it as an act of weakness as well. but thinking about the family he comes from?? idk. it seems very deliberate that he's not ..... continuing the family violence here. it's an example of aga desperately chipping away at the cycle, tryna be the one to break it but is never able to in the end.

it's also very tragic in the sense that in this act of mercy, this almost act of kindness on his part, he partially sets up his own death years into the future. because he doesn't kill thyestes or aeg and aeg is able to come back and help in his downfall (yeah only like 20% help. the man is useless but damn he's pretty)

so no. i dont personally. but those are just my takes on why and also the one account of what actually does happen to thyestes.

[grievedeeply]

the less time, the better. pt 4.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: heimdall takes some time to attempt to unpack his feelings. feeling guilty for leaving without saying goodbye, you decide you want to visit your family back at home to explain your choice to go to asgard.

notes: sorry for no heimdall x reader interactions this time buuuut we get atreus. next chapter will prob be similar to this, but i need to keep them apart for a bit so heimdall can think LOL. also, this one is shorter than the other chapters but i don't really care i just wanted to write. this is a bit of a filler anyways LOL

it had taken a bit of consideration, but you had decided to return home to your family. not seeing your brother had an effect on you, and you began to worry about them. you knew they would be worrying about you. you left without a word. you could only wonder how mad your father would be with you, but that was something you would have to deal with when you got there.

you pushed the door open to odin's study, holding your hands together in front of you. you felt almost.. anxious to ask to go home. it wasn't like you were leaving anything important behind in asgard. you brushed the nervousness aside, greeting odin with a thin lipped smile.

"ah. just the person i wanted to see," he said without even looking up from his desk. "we have big things to do. much to accomplish. you still need to make your trip to niflheim, remember?" he finally glanced up at you as he spoke, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "you're not here for that, are you?" he chuckled, standing up from his seat. he moved around the table to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your shoulders. if you didn't know better, you would think he cared about you.

your thoughts moved to his sons. thor, a man torn apart by his father's judgement of him, who only used him for his strength and power. baldur, who died in part because of him. heimdall.. you didn't even know where to start when it came to him. it felt like there was more underneath his glamorous outer shell, but you didn't need to figure that out anytime soon.

"no," you shook your head, "i'd like to go home. visit my family." you told him, and all he did was hum. "you're free to do so. though.. i do need that," he pointed to the mask that hung from your belt with his finger, "back before you go." you took it off, handing it over to him with no hesitation.

"huginn will be waiting for you at your home in midgard when you decide to return." he told you, ravens beginning to swirl around you as they had done so many times in the past. "oh.. and tell mimir i said hello." you said nothing back, and you appeared in your childhood home.

if you focused hard enough, you swore you could feel your mother's presence again.

you closed your eyes, taking in the cool air once more. you turned your attention to huginn, who only cawed at you. "you might he waiting a while." you muttered, the door creaking as you pushed it open. you trudged through the snow, making your way to the mystic gateway that sat in your front yard.

you looked forwards, only being met with a gaping chasm in the ground. it only made you think of baldur, and of odin. you hated that. you remembered fighting him all those years ago.. how desperate he was to feel. how much he hated freya. you remembered it all, and sometimes you wished you didn't.

you opened the door, and stepped onto the branches of the world tree. it had been what felt like forever since you'd been through them, and the closer you came to home the tighter your chest felt. you missed them. you could only hope everything went okay in your absence.

another doorway appeared in front of you, and you found yourself in sindri's yard. ratatoskr was nowhere to be found, which wasn't something that surprised you. he was almost always busy, but you couldn't help but to wonder if he kept his word.

you took in a breath, pushing open the door to sindri's house after a moment of brief hesitation.

"kid?" brok's voice called out, and he took a few quick steps towards you. "you're back!" his volume increased as he spoke, "you are back.. ain't ya?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at you suspiciously. nice to know some things never change. you laughed, "i'm back."

"good. other kid's been worried sick. your dad, too." he told you, and you pursed your lips. this was exactly what you didn't want, but you knew it would happen. "where are they?" he shrugged his shoulders, "how am i supposed to fuckin' know?" he retorted. you rolled your eyes.

"nice to have you back." he spoke again after a pause, and you smiled down at him. "thanks, brok." you turned your attention away from him and to atreus' room. that's where he would be if he weren't out with your father.

you knocked, letting out a shaky breath. "what?" his voice called back from the other side of the door, and you frowned at the sound of it. you let him down, didn't you? you pushed open the door, and he stood up at the speed of light, holding his hands out to try to close it again. he froze, his mouth falling open at the sight of you.

he took another step, his arms wrapping around your waist without saying a word. you practically melted into his touch. your little brother's hugs were always the best. you rubbed his back, bending down a little to be closer to his height. not like you need to, anymore. he was getting taller every day, it seemed like.

"you went to asgard, didn't you?" he asked, his voice quieter than he'd ever been before. you nodded, "yeah. i did."

"why?"

"you know why, atreus." you whispered with pursed lips. he knew. he just didn't like that you left him. you knew that, too. he was still just a kid. you forgot that, sometimes.

"you should've taken me with you." he muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear. "oh, atreus," you pulled away from the hug, trying to look into his eyes. you sat his hands on his shoulders. he avoided even looking at you. "i missed you too." you told him.

"you aren't staying." he said, and you bit at the inside of your cheek. "no. i'm not. i need to go back. i'm getting close. i can feel it." you assured him, squeezing his shoulders. "stop." he whispered.

"what?"

"stay."

"you know i can't. i need to do this."

"you don't need to do anything alone!" atreus raised his voice, and you sighed. you closed your eyes. "i know. and i would've loved for you to come with me, atreus. you're my best friend. my partner in crime," you chuckled, "but i couldn't risk you getting hurt. me going was enough on father, don't you think?"

atreus swallowed. he was growing into a brave man.. and you couldn't be prouder. "how was it?" he asked after a moment of silence, and you managed to smile. he would understand why you went on your own fully some day, but this was enough for you for now.

"it was.. interesting. i thought about you a lot, you know." you chuckled, tussling his hair with one of your hands. "stop." atreus laughed, leading you back out of his room and into the main area of the house.

"met thor's daughter, thrúd. you'd like her." you told him, pulling out a chair at the wooden table in the middle of the room to sit down in. "thor's daughter?" he raised an eyebrow, "i'd like her?" he shook his head. "she's aesir."

"she's a good kid. you'd like her. trust me." you shrugged your shoulders, taking in the feeling of being home again. "where's father?"

"vanaheim. he should be back, soon." he told you. "why aren't you with him?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "he's with freya. they're helping her brother with.. something. i don't know what."

you fell into silence, leaning back against the uncomfortable texture of the wood you sat in. "freya?" you raised an eyebrow, last you knew she was wanting to kill him. "yeah." was all he said in response. you said nothing else about it.

"how's he holding up?" you asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"he's definitely not happy. but.. i guess he's okay."

somehow, you knew atreus was telling the truth. your father would understand why you left, even if it made him angry at first. he had to have calmed down a bit by now, and it would be easier to face him whenever he came back. unless you left before he arrived.

"i'll stay. until he gets back. i need to talk to him."

"your funeral." atreus shrugged, throwing a fruit into his mouth that had sat in a bowl on the table.

you had a lot of catching up to do.

you'd let yourself forget about asgard. just for a little while.

it was quiet without you around.

he should be happy about that, shouldn't he? happy that a giant was out of his home, even if it would be for a short amount of time. though, a part of him felt.. different about your absence.

it had already been a few days since you'd left, but he found himself expecting you to be in the mess hall or training— but you were never there. he should be happy about it.

it was too quiet.

it's not like you were loud physically, but your presence was. people knew you were there, and they spoke often about you, even after you'd left. he would hear people speaking of the giant odin brought into asgard, and every time he heard their words, he thought of how you embarrassed him.

you beat him. he remained at a loss. no one else had ever harmed him before. he still didn't know how to react to it. he was curious, but it seemed like you didn't even know how you'd hit him.

'i don't know. just did.' you said to him, weeks ago at this point. you had been in asgard for that long already? it didn't feel like it, at least not to him.

what was that pounding in his chest? it only occurred whenever he thought of you. your stupid.. beautiful.. face, plaguing his mind. he couldn't think of a giant in that way. he couldn't think of you that way. he knew who your father was, and he knew full well what he and the rest of your dastardly family had done over the years. killing thor's sons.. baldur. he had to force himself to remember them.

he didn't care about them too much, anyways. though.. he remembered magni and modi in their younger years. they'd loved him. he remembered them wanting him to fight him, and they would be impressed every time he dodged their child-like swings. they were tiny, then. now, they were gone.

baldur was nothing special, not in his eyes. he thought of forseti— his son. he remembered how he reacted when he found out.

.. you didn't kill them. your father did.

that wasn't you.

he took in a sharp breath, running his hands through his unbraided hair. what was he doing? thinking of you in this way was.. wrong. it was.

'you falling for me, pretty boy?'

your voice.. your tone, sultry and seductive, rang through his ears. he felt your hips in his hands.. he felt you.

what was wrong with him?

was he falling for you?

he let out a breath, tugging at the ends of his hair as he did all those weeks ago when you'd embarrassed him in the courtyard of the great lodge.

he pictured you.

your smile, your eyes.

his heart rate picked up.

this couldn't be happening.

he thought of you again. your kindness, even towards him, when he'd treated you horribly. he thought of your teasing, your voice whispering in his ears as he sat with you in the mess hall.

there was something wrong with him.

you were a giant.

he clenched his jaw.

a part of him wanted to never see you again.

the other.. the other wanted you all to himself.

he gave in to the latter.

he had feelings for you, as unnatural as they were. you were impressive, brave, strong, intelligent, capable.

as much as he thought he hated it— hated you— for making his chest feel the way it did..

his heart pounded against his ribcage.. and this time, he didn't mind.

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I think Atreus would be surprised but THRILLED if Kratos and Freya got together considering how she’s already stepped in as a surrogate mother figure to him for a very long time. I also think that if Freya does end up having her mythological twin daughters with Kratos as the father Atreus would adore being a big brother. But also. I think it would be really funny if both those things happen while Atreus is gone and Kratos just. Doesn’t tell him until he gets back

Can you imagine? He gets home and SURPRISE he has two sisters he did not know existed until he stepped in the door?

He’s just like “Father! Congratulations! But uh…why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Kratos, completely deadpan, “It would have distracted you from your journey.”

“I guess but… this seems more important?”

“We would have always been here, no matter how long it took”

“Thanks but um. I think you’re missing the basic point here.”

[prince-toffee]

I have such a specific design idea for adult Atreus/Loki that I have to talk through it with somebody.

Like I mentioned in another post, Loki's horns are inspired by Mimir's because Atreus always thought he looked cool. But the horns are also vines, they're a part of a helmet, so when the helmet opens up the horn-vines pull back running down his back. The entire armour he wears is made of 'plants' tree bark mostly, that he can move and manipulate to his fitting due to the Vanir plant magic Freya taught him over the years. Maybe he can absorb whichever tree he touches to repair the damaged pieces his armour after battle, and each tree gives him a different effect.

Maybe some moss on the tree bark as well, mushrooms and flowers growing from it. Maybe a mossy back from which he can grow mistletoe arrows.

He has a cape, more exactly Freya's feather cloak, which allows her to transform into a falcon. In Norse myths Loki steals it from her, in here she gifts it to him.

His helmet mask has a skeletal design in honour of his daughter Hel, who always felt freakish when other kids were scared of her because the left side of her face looked like that of a corpse. So in a small step of many by Atreus and Angrboda to try to normalise it in their lives he decided to wear her face proudly on his journeys. Atreus goes from land to land helping gods and mortals alike, so the face becomes a symbol of good rather than fear.

Under the helmet Atreus has plenty of scars. He grows out his hair (I love that voiceline in the game). He has a mirror tattoo of the one Kratos has, only in yellow, his mother's colour, and on the right, not left like Kratos. After a deadly confrontation, a Mjiolnir to the face or what not, the left side of his face becomes horrendously scared. He doesn't mind. He jokes to his worried daughter, 'Hey, at least we match now, right?' The conversation ends with a warm hug. Atreus is a big hugger and carrier, Hel barely walks on her own, he just carries her everywhere.

On his chest plate, near his heart, he wears the Huldra Brothers family brand. Sindri disapproves of course. But it's a constant reminder to Atreus of his failures, to be better.

He wears high-heels, which are light elf crystals so he can form light bridges wherever he walks. It'd be a fun mechanic if his block was a kick, where he kicks his leg high in the air and it creates a barrier as it trails the foot. Not married to this idea, but I think it's neat.

He'd obviously inherits the axe. But Leviathan is the name of Loki's wand/staff in Norse Mythology so maybe the axe is broken, and then reforged into a staff, and Sindri's forgiveness arc can be weaved in with that. His obviously still has his bow and arrows, maybe he can run a chunk of Mjolinir across the bow string to create weather-arrows, helps with watering crops.

It'd be neat if his fighting styles represented his 'children' Fenrir, Jormie, Hel. Sharp wolf claws on his fingers. Choke holds and strangulation (you know, like a snake). And then for Hel he just lifts up Baby Hel and her touch desingrates enemies on contact... or something, I don't know.

Anyway, bye!