#freyr x mani

[nightmaresart]

Gay gay homosexual gay

I have no other excuse other than that I am a Freya and Freyr enjoyer and kisser, so ofc I'm gonna be like this and ship ocs with them🤡🤚

The two siblings went trough some design changes so now I can finally unleash the full clown and draw them more often with their respective vanir twin💪

[shadowglens]

i’m on such a viking/norse mythology kick right now. i just finished playing ac valhalla for the first time, am rewatching vikings, and just started a replay of gow2

[ghost-1-y]

Sacrifice

Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB!Worshipper!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, masturbation (Kyo), getting caught masturbating (Kyo), knotting, Kyojuro is in heat, Kyo has a massive breeding kink, lactation kink (Kyo loves your titties), size kink, pregnancy kink, pregnancy (at the end), using horns as handles, implied belly bulging, mommy kink (reader referred to as both “mommy” and “mother”), love confessions at the very end, douma being an asshole, incorrect interpretation of norse mythology, reader is given as a human sacrifice to Kyo, mentions of animal sacrifice, reader referred to as “pretty girl” sometimes, please lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarok and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that what would be needed would be a human sacrifice to appease the giant once and for all.

Word Count: ~6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: So sorry this took so long!! I've had a mess of a week so far. I hope the fic is worth the wait! Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors (I tried my best).

A fire blazed in the heart of the village, crackling with embers floating gracefully and smoke ebbing above the tallest of houses – its heat a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of the autumn night. Members of the village surrounded the bonfire, sitting with their families as they feasted, bellies full with the meat stew that was provided for them. A single bowl was left untouched amongst each family – a welcoming invitation for the dead to engage in the festivities that were part of Vetrnætr.

As chieftain, you engaged with the families, wishing them good health and happiness as they did the same for you, before engaging in sumbel with them as you poured wine onto the grass below.

“Freyr will be most pleased by your worship.”

In a way of parting from families, you’d praise their good faith before moving on to the next family. The smiles were abundant amongst the villagers, and, once you’d made your way fully around the bonfire, you removed your sword from your scabbard and raised it high into the air.

“Today we celebrate, and are thankful to the god Freyr for a wonderful harvest. Please join me in this sacrifice, in order to show our thanks to the deities of all the Nine Realms.” 

However, before you could commit to the sacrifice – the poor lamb that was before you – a cold hand gripped at your shoulder, which made you turn in confusion.

“Perhaps I should tell you, before you engage in such an act, that the priest has some… concerns,” the man – Enmu you believed his name was – whispered. You sighed and sheathed your sword once more, your blood beginning to boil as you’d wondered what he could possibly want in the middle of the village’s celebration.

You trudged your way through the temple that resided on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open as you walked through, and before you sat the village priest, who sat on a cushion made of feathers and animal skin. He upturned his lips upon seeing you, yet it wasn’t a true smile.

You knew he didn’t know how to, after all.

“Ah! My lovely Chieftain,” Douma drawled, “such a beautiful night to celebrate Vetrnætr, isn’t it? Although, I doubt that Freyr will grant you the beauty or fertility needed to continue your lineage this upcoming year, truly a shame,” he said, faking a pout. 

You fought the urge to ball your fists. The village elders, and, apparently now the village priest as well, had been pressing you for a child – particularly a son – however, despite many suitors attempting to lay their claim to the throne, and therefore you, none had been successful.

Despite this jab, you maintained composure, “what do you need from me, Douma? You’ve interrupted the sacrifice.” You stared him down, and he forced a small laugh.

“Oh my, a harsh tongue doesn’t suit you, dear Chief” he sneered, “You see, I have become aware of some rather concerning events – ones surrounding Ragnarök in particular,” he paused, observing you for any kind of reaction, “unfortunately, it seems Surtr has traveled from Muspelheim to Midgard.”

Your eyes widened, “how would he be able to do such a thing? He isn’t a deity–”

“–ah, but he is a jötunn, and therefore would have the ability to travel between the realms,” Douma countered, “did you never pay attention to my lessons during your youth?”

You rolled your eyes, “you speak as though we do not dedicate sacrifices to him with each solstice. You know appeasing his anger is one of my most steadfast beliefs.”

Douma hummed, “well, it appears that you did not follow through with this past solstice, my dear Chieftain – rather dedicating it to Freyr than to Surtr – and, to be completely honest, I am quite disappointed in that fact.”

The door shut behind you, and two warriors stood on either side of you. You grabbed the hilt of your sword, sensing distrust in the air.

“Do you know, Chieftain, what would be required to adequately appease the Ruler of Fire?”

You pulled out your sword and swung at the warrior on your right, an attack which was quickly blocked by his own weapon. You landed a kick to the left one’s stomach, only for it to be trapped in an unwavering grip by the warrior’s arms. You attempted to swing your sword at him in retaliation, only for your arm to also be grabbed by the one on your right.

Douma stood up and walked towards you, gripping your chin – the cold of his skin causing you to wince.

 “A proper, human sacrifice.”

A blow landed to the back of your neck, and your vision faded to black.

—

You awoke to a chill that laid upon your skin, feeling as though you were made of ice rather than of flesh. You were completely bare, lying on a wooden floor of what you presumed to be the priest’s sacred temple, as your vision was fully obstructed by a cloth which wrapped around your eyes. Upon moving your arms – which were thankfully in front of you and not behind, you noticed that your wrists were also bound by rope to prevent you from making any potential escape from Douma’s clutches.

Outside, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open – causing you to flinch at the loud creak that sounded from it. A rough hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to your feet, forcing you outside where you heard murmurs of villagers on either side of you. Your cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment, the idea of your beloved villagers seeing you in such a state bringing tears to your eyes in pure shame.

“All of you, please say your final goodbyes to our beloved Chieftain – for she has volunteered to become the sacrifice that will appease Surtr and end his threats of Ragnarök!”

You couldn’t hear the cheers of your people over your pulse pounding in your ears, completely helpless as you were all but dragged along the dirt and gravel pathway before being placed on a horse. A faint rustling could be heard before you felt a rope tied around your neck.

“Be careful not to fall off, my dear Chieftain, lest your neck snap as you’re dragged along the rugged terrain by your horse,” Douma whispered to you before saddling himself onto a separate horse, and you could only assume that this rope was also tied to the horse in some way, thus forcing you to go wherever Douma led you.

You begrudgingly held tight against the horse’s mane as it went into a trot, the wind blowing harshly against your naked skin as the voices of the villagers slowly faded away, replaced by the clopping of hooves as you traversed to a place unfamiliar.

The horses did not stop, and you could only tell the passage of time as the cool of night gave way to the blazing heat of the sun that seared itself into your back. Hours must have passed, and your muscles grew sore the longer you traveled.

At some point, the horses slowed, and the sun’s heat was obstructed by a shadow which loomed above you. Again, a faint rustling could be heard before you were taking off of the horse’s back – yet the rope stayed wrapped around your neck, yet it was no longer taut if you tried pulling away from the horse’s body. You were dragged into the cool shadow, before a hand gripped at your hair.

“Such a shame you never produced a son,” Douma muttered into your ear, “you wouldn’t have to die if you were nice and fertile, my dear Chieftain.”

You could only imagine the nasty grin on his face as he pushed you forward, causing you to lose your footing and fall what could’ve been roughly two meters before hitting solid rock. You heard laughter above you before it started to fade away.

Luckily, the fall seemed to loosen the cloth which covered your eyes, allowing you to see out of one of them, yet you doubted it would be of much help as you got your bearings and realized that you were indeed alone in a dark cave, being left to starve and rot as a form of sacrifice to Surtr.

You decided, that if you were going to die anyway, that you’d at least explore the cave you were pushed into.

It was dark, yet not damp, the stone beneath you as dry as the walls that surrounded you, and you wondered if the sun somehow reached its way into the depths of this cave to evaporate the moisture. There was no life, not a single lizard or insect to be seen – although a few animal bones would be strewn about here and there as you continued your descent further into the cave.

You traversed further, being careful to not trip over any rocks or pitfalls. After what seemed to be an hour of exploration, you saw the tiniest spark of light in the distance.

Perhaps a way out? You thought, and walked closer to this flickering light, and the rather narrow tunnel you were in gave way to a large cavern – with a large bonfire in the middle, one much larger than the one in your village during the celebration of Vetrnætr. 

Unlike the blazing heat of the sun from earlier, the warmth of the bonfire was comforting, with its orange hue flickering along the walls of the cavern.

As you got closer, you heard the slightest shifting from the other side of the cavern, followed by what could only be described as a low growl. You froze, unsure of how to proceed in front of a potential predator with nothing to defend yourself with. You slowly crouched and walked towards the bonfire, and, despite your hands being tied, managed to pick up one of the smaller logs on the outer ring of the fire before dousing the tip of it in flames – a weapon, should you need to use it.

As you slowly walked around the bonfire, you found a rather peculiar sight – realizing that the growl did not come from the likes of an animal.

But who– or what was before you was certainly not human.

The being before you was huge, possibly even a jötunn. You were never one to doubt your beliefs, but the idea that a creature from another realm was before your very eyes was difficult to swallow. However, from what you could remember from your religious texts, a jötunn is the only creature you could bring yourself to categorize it as. 

The creature had large, curved horns that were sizable in their girth, and its tusks – not fangs – emerged up from its lower jaw. What’s more, it had pointed ears on either side of its head which emerged through hair resembling that of fire, locks that matched the finest gold and ruby gemstones that would cost a fortune in your village.

Unlike the face, its body looked quite human – although its very naked form boasted large, dense muscles throughout its entire body, and a cock that made you swallow absentmindedly from just how threatening its size was.

The creature was stroking its girth, thumbing itself over the leaking slit – a slight shudder escaping from its throat. It started to fuck itself into its grip, thrusting quickly as though chasing its release. Its other hand was fondling its balls – which looked heavy and full of seed, before having its hand move slightly upward towards the slightly swollen base of its cock, softly massaging it to seemingly ease the tension it caused.

Fully flushed with embarrassment, you backed away from the creature before you, each step seemingly calculated in order to escape this situation.

Is the creature sentient? It seems to be humanoid– does that mean it can think like a human? What if it’s a predator and kills me? 

Thoughts rushed through your mind, seemingly going into a frenzy as you worried about potential outcomes of this situation.

Crack!

In your panic, you managed to step on a stray twig that managed to stray from the center of the bonfire.

The creature stopped its movements, and immediately turned its head to the source of the sound.

Its amber and crimson eyes opened and glared into yours.

“F-Fuck—!”

With one glance over your naked form, the creature before you released its seed, spilling it all over its fist and shaft, with the remaining drops dribbling onto its lower abdomen. It continued to slowly rub its fist up and down its length, closing its eyes as it played with its tip up until the last of its cum dribbled out from the slit, before tensing and looking back at you, eyes widening in shock – as though it couldn’t believe you were actually there.

“I’m sorry!” the creature exclaimed, a blush so red blooming across its cheeks that it seemingly felt the same amount of embarrassment as you. It hastily wiped itself clean on the furred animal skin it was laying upon. “I– I can explain, really– just– who are you? Why are you here?” 

You were in shock, so much so that you couldn’t even eke out a full sentence. Your eyes drifted down to its cock once more, which – much to your surprise – was still standing incredibly tall and proud as it curved up towards the creature’s stomach. Heat prickled across your cheeks and down your chest as the fiery-haired being used its hands to cover itself up in front of you – sensing that you might be uncomfortable from bearing witness to such an event.

This is ridiculous, you thought, you are the Chieftain of your village – compose yourself!

“I am Y/N, leader of my village and child of a family of famed warriors,” you introduced yourself. 

The creature raised an eyebrow to you in response.

“And what exactly brings a village leader into my cave?” 

You hesitated, humiliation flooding your veins even more so than before.

“I– I was overthrown by the village priest and have been made a sacrifice to Surtr, the Ruler of Fire.”

You expected laughter from the jötunn before you, closing your eyes to hide whatever dignity you had left from what Douma stripped from you. However, instead of hearing a cacophony of hearty noises from the creature’s throat, you instead heard the thud of footsteps approaching you. 

Slowly, the jötunn reached forward and removed the bandages which obstructed your vision, loosening and pulling them away with his large fingers, careful to not touch you unnecessarily in the process.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the giant, his eyes surprisingly kind as he looked down at you. He bunched the bandages in his hands before tossing them to the side, then continued untie the ropes that were digging into your wrists and cast them aside as well.

“If what you say is true, please inform your village that I do not take human sacrifices.”

Your heart seemed to have traveled up to your throat, its beats both fast and fluttery.

“That would imply that I could go back– wait, what are you talking about?”

Then, the creature did finally let out a laugh – a small chuckle that rose from his chest and was deep and bassy as it rose through his throat.

“My dear human, I am the one you people refer to as Surtr.” 

You stopped, instinctively stepping back – away from the creature that just claimed to be the harbinger of destruction – the one to bring flames that will engulf all nine realms and Yggdrasil itself.

You did what you believed best, and forced your body to the rocky floor of the cave, bowing in absolute submission and respect for such a being – nearly cowering in the presence of such raw power presented before you.

“Stand up, please, there’s no need for that here.”

You looked up at the being before you, rather confused by his words.

He sighed, “you humans have beliefs of me that are so far from the truth, it’s saddening.”

A pause, the only sound in the cavern being the crackling of the wood against flames.

“My real name is Kyojuro, the name ‘Surtr’ is a title bestowed upon me that I did not wish to receive. I am not going to harm you or your village, I do not wish for such evil. Whatever “priest” thought that a human sacrifice would appease this nonexistent will of mine is, to put simply, a fool.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he reached out his hand – one that dwarfed your own – toward you. 

“Stand up.”

He was smiling as you took his hand, with a gaze that was comforting and kind as he sent sparks through your skin with his touch.

The prickling heat returned to your cheeks.

“I’ll help you get back to your village,” he promised.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening once more as you registered his words.

“I can’t– please, I can’t go back, not after what they did to me,” you started, preparing yourself to beg and plead this god-like creature for mercy.

Kyojuro frowned, “I understand, but I can’t keep you here. You need to leave, I– I can’t have you stay.”

You knew it was selfish, to leave your people in the hands of Douma, but after what he did to you– after how he humiliated you.

Where the fire in your village was scalding, his was warm. Where those treated you with indifference or malice, he had been nothing but kind.

Was it really worth going back?

“I’d like to stay,” you decided.

Kyojuro stopped, each and every second becoming more and more difficult for the jötunn. Every passing moment he ignored his very obvious problem, he became this much closer to just bending you over and taking you like a wild animal. His blood was hot in his veins, and fire licked at his lower abdomen, pleasure bubbling once more to the surface as he continued to endure his heat.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, human,” he warned. He was using every ounce of his willpower in order to maintain his composure. His heat was going to near its peak soon, and he needed you away from him before that happened. He came to Midgard to weather it alone in his cave, and you were only making it all the more difficult.

“Kyojuro,” you uttered softly, and the creature before you let out a low growl, “will you let me stay if I…help?” 

His cock twitched, precum dribbling slowly out of the tip, with the base of it swelling up once more.

“I don’t want you to try and sell yourself to me as though you’re a piece of meat. I–” he swallowed, “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kyojuro, I want to help you. I want this,” you assured, and he balled his hands into fists, as though the rope holding him together was about to snap.

“Y/N–” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Kyojuro.”

The jötunn grabbed your arm, “if– if we are to do this, you must know that I am in heat, and I–” he swallowed, “I may not be able to control myself should we continue.”

You took your hand and brushed your fingers across his tightened grip, causing slight shivers to flow down his spine.

“Lose control, Kyojuro, I can take it.”

He groaned, and with his strength, picked you up and collided his lips with yours. Your hands sought either side of his face, kissing back with fervor as he moaned into your mouth. His tusks surprisingly didn’t obstruct your access to his mouth, and every once in a while he’d nip at your bottom lip, before laving his tongue over the swollen skin and pushing it into your mouth. You let out a small moan at the intrusion, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers finding purchase in his wild, fiery hair.

His grip on your body moved from your hips back towards your ass, cupping and massaging the muscle with his hands. His cock was stiff against your inner thigh, the precum spreading along your skin with each small movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning as his cock slipped between your legs and along your slit – the sheer girth of it a little worrisome as it pressed against your heat.

“Shit– so big, Kyojuro, hah–” you panted, and he growled.

“Never had cock this big before, have you? Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you nice and ready to take me.”

He shifted your weight onto one of his arms, the muscles flexing as he shifted his other hand beneath you. Two of his fingers started rubbing along your clit, making small circular motions as his other hand groped at the fat of your ass. He lifted you up a little more so his mouth was in line with your breasts and pursed his lips around one of your perked up tits, sucking at it and licking broad stripes with his tongue. He groaned around your tit as he played with your pussy, reveling in how wet you were for him already. The mini vibrations sent electricity down your spine, and you moved your head to rest on his broad shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck as you whined from his ministrations.

“Lips feel so good, dear, love it when you kiss me like that,” he sighed, giving kisses to each of your breasts, “want to apologize for my earlier…release, you were just so beautiful…seeing you all naked ‘n presenting for me like that…made me want to breed you, pretty girl,” Kyojuro confessed, causing you to shiver as he softly whispered such filthy thoughts into your ear.

“Mmh– don’t apologize, Kyo– liked watchin’ you,” you admitted, and he let out a light chuckle, which made you lightly slap his rocky chest. He responded by giving a small bite to your breast, before licking it better with his skilled tongue.

“Yeah? You like the idea of me wanting to breed you? Getting you pregnant with my young?” he asked, his fingers moving from your clit down towards your entrance, where he inserted a single thick digit into your heat. You whined as your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and nodded in response, licking a stripe up his neck before kissing back down it again.

His finger thrust into you, curling against that one sensitive area inside of you as his thumb reached for and played with your clit. The moans that you let out echoed throughout the cavern, with the only other sounds being the shlick of Kyojuro’s finger deep in your cunt and the crackling of flames. After a while, he added a second digit, and slowly but surely worked you towards your peak, the tension slowly building up in your gut.

With one last swipe against your clit with his thumb, you came undone, your orgasm causing you to shudder and whine in his hold as he worked you through it, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit as you rode out each wave. 

“Kyo–” you moaned, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers, and he smiled before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He continued thrusting his fingers up into your now weeping cunt, prepping you nice and good to take his much thicker cock.

He walked back toward his makeshift bed – a pile of furs and animal skins which he must’ve collected prior to his heat – and gently placed you down on top of them. His large hands moved down your thighs, rubbing softly up and down your plush skin as he stared at the slick between your legs. He lowered himself between your thighs and inhaled deeply as he tried desperately to memorize your scent. He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to jolt at the sensation, and moaned as your taste spread over his tongue like honey.

You squirmed underneath his touch, which made him hold your hips in place as he started to devour you. His tongue flicked over your clit before collecting more of your juices on his tongue. Your hands found his horns and gripped them tightly, pushing his head further between your thighs, earning a groan from Kyojuro. He pursed his lips and sucked at your clit before licking at it in circular motions, moving his hand between your legs again and pushing two digits inside your cunt once more, thrusting in and out of your hole with his fingers. After adding a third finger, he started curling his fingers into that one spot again, his movements quick and deft as he brought you to your second orgasm. 

You moaned loudly as you came undone, legs shaking as your grip on his horns tightened, trying your best to buck your hips up into his face as he lapped up all of the juices that seeped out of your pussy. Only when you were able to open your eyes once more did you look down to see Kyojuro humping himself onto the fur pelts as he messily gathered the rest of your release onto his tongue.

“Kyo– please, I need you,” you whined, and he looked up at you with a fire ignited in his eyes. He got up, stroking his thick cock as he looked down upon your much smaller form.

“Get on all fours for me.”

Without hesitation, you rolled over and got on your hands and knees. Kyojuro kneeled behind you and placed his cock in between your wet folds, rubbing the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your juices. He shuddered before slowly pushing the head inside, causing you to tense slightly from how big the intrusion was.

“Relax for me, won’t you?” he asked softly.

You tried your best to relax, and he started to push more of his length inside of you, filling you up more than you ever thought possible. For a moment, he stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hips flush against your ass as you whined for him to move, please.

“Let me have this moment, dear, I– I haven’t felt something this wonderful in centuries,” he confessed, and you let out a soft mewl before complying with what he wanted. 

After a few more moments, his cock dragged out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He rocked into you, slowly at first, which was most likely for the better considering how huge he was. He growled as he thrust into you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he reached underneath you to hold your stomach, pressing up slightly as he fully fucked his cock into you.

“Shit– you feel that, pretty girl? Feel my cock deep inside you?” he groaned, and you nodded helplessly, letting out a whine as he continued his movements. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so fuckin’ tight f’ me.”

You choked out another moan as he started increasing his speed, his groans becoming more frequent with each thrust. Kyojuro took his hand and gently tilted your chin up so you could look at him.

“Won’t last much longer, pretty girl,” he leaned down and kissed you, “gonna pull out, promise.”

You whined, “no– please, need your cum, Kyo– need it inside.”

He moaned loudly, “you have no idea what you’re asking of me, pretty. You’d end up taking my knot–”

“I want your knot, Kyo! Please give it to me–!”

Kyojuro thrust even harder into your sopping cunt upon hearing that, “fuck, you want my knot? I’ll get you fucking pregnant, fill you up with my young ‘n get your belly all swollen, you sure you want that?”

“Yes! Please Kyo–! Please–”

With a couple last thrusts, Kyojuro shot his seed inside of you, thick ropes painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim. You moaned as you felt the warmth spread deep inside of your cunt, and, before his release could begin to seep out of your pussy, a burning stretch began inside your abused hole. Realizing this is what Kyojuro meant by his knot, you tried to look behind you to catch sight of his cock seemingly expanding inside of your pussy, keeping his cum nicely plugged inside of you.

Kyojuro was panting, his voice rough as he pulled you up onto his lap.

“Good fuckin’ girl, taking my knot so well.” He looked down at your chest as you sat in his lap, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside your wet cunt.

“Can’t wait to see these breasts filled with milk, gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you?” he said before taking one of your tits in his mouth and sucking at it, as though he were trying to get you to produce milk already for him, and eventually his young, to feed on.

“Kyo, I– I’m sorry, but I’m not fertile, I– I’ve never been able to produce an heir with another man,” you sighed, and his eyes looked up to meet yours. “I’m really sorry, it’s why I was thrown down here in the first place” you continued, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him.

Instead of becoming angry, he simply placed you back down on the fur pelts and brought your legs up towards your shoulders so that you were folded completely in half. He then crouched over you, keeping you locked in a mating press with him.

“I’m no simple man, my dear human,” he kissed your lips, “if I say I will breed you and fill you with my young–” he paused, thrusting deeply into your cunt.

“–I mean every single word.”

Kyojuro started fucking into you with renewed fervor, his stamina seemingly having increased despite already releasing inside of you once. His cock reached deeper inside of you, and you could swear you felt him all the way in your throat. Every single thrust of his hips had you a whining mess, taking his knot until your pussy molded into the shape of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned before pressing his mouth to yours once more. His tongue plunged past your lips – prompting you to suck on it, causing him to fall over the edge again, his hips stilling as he pumped a second load of cum into your needy cunt. You whined as he didn’t stop – continuing to fuck into your abused cunt despite cumming twice, his cock still stiff and leaking with every thrust. You felt his seed sloshing around in your womb, feeling so incredibly full by both his cum and his fat cock.

“Mine,” he growled while pumping himself into you, “you’re fucking mine.”

You could only nod and whine in response, having been completely fucked dumb by his cock.

“Pregnant.” He pummeled his cock deep into your cunt, “getting you pregnant. Fuck. Gonna have a round belly filled with my young, tits swelling with milk, I’ll keep you here – gonna be the mother to my children, gonna treat mommy so well, hunt for you, protect you, everything you could ever want.”

You moaned, your cunt clenching around his cock upon listening to his promises.

“Wan’ it,” you managed, “wan’ to be a good mommy so– fuck– so bad.”

Kyojuro groaned, his cock twitching inside of you as it swelled even more. “Can’t stop thinking of my young suckling on your breasts, tits producing so much milk that all of them have their fill– shit, gonna cum again, gonna fill you up– fuck!” 

He spilled into you once more, filling your cunt up completely with his seed, ensuring that it takes, making good on his promise. His fingers flicked at your clit and your own orgasm came crashing down around you, pure euphoria flowing through your veins as you let out a silent scream from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure addling your mind.

Kyojuro rolled over and had you collapse on top of him, his arms reaching around your torso and holding you close.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to stay?” he whispered, slight insecurity being carried through his tone.

You gave him a quick peck to his lips, “yes, Kyojuro, you– you’ve been so kind to me, much more than anyone else in that damned village. I’d love to stay with you.”

He smiled softly at you, his eyes glowing with warmth as he cradled your head into his neck, petting at your hair as the two of you fell asleep next to the flickering bonfire.

—

A few months had passed, and you were waiting for your lover to return from his hunt. He had promised a large meal today, and you were excited to see what he had planned for the two of you.

You rubbed your baby bump as you cozied up next to the fire, resting in a heap of animal furs which acted as bedding for the two of you. You were surprised to find out that you were pregnant, but Kyojuro had sensed it about a month after you two had first met, and proceeded to treat you as though every step you took turned the rocks beneath your feet into gold. 

The bump was rather large for only being a few months in, and your breasts were already swelling and leaking with milk, but Kyojuro had told you that it was normal – considering that his young would be half-jötunn. He quelled your fears of labor, saying that he would help you in every way that he possibly could when it came time to have the baby.

After a few hours, Kyojuro came back to the cavern, carrying your meal over his shoulder.

“How is my love doing?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face, causing you to giggle as you attempted to get up to greet him. Kyojuro rushed over to you, ensuring that you don’t so much as lift a finger while carrying his young. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss before dragging your meal to the bonfire and beginning to cook it.

“Mmh– Kyo? Could you help me a little bit, my tits feel so swollen,” you pouted, and his ears damn near perked up at your words.

“Oh? Does mommy need some relief?” he asked teasingly, and you nodded. Kyojuro walked over to you and knelt down, his hands reaching to massage your breasts slowly. He kneaded them and licked at the milk which dribbled out, letting it coat over his tongue. His lips wrapped around one of your tits, and he sucked slowly, moaning as he drank from you. You whined when he moved to the other tit and performed the same actions, relief sinking in the more he suckled the milk out of you.

“Taste so good, pretty girl,” he whispered before getting up again to cook the meat he brought in.

You pouted again, “need you, Kyo, please,” and he laughed.

“You can have me after we eat, does that sound okay?” he compromised, and you sighed but nodded in agreement.

You laid back and rested upon the pile of furs, smiling in contentment as you looked at the two meals that were set out before you.

“I love you, Kyo,” you admitted, unashamed by your feelings as they echoed throughout the cavern.

Kyojuro froze, glancing back at you briefly before continuing to prepare the food, trying his best to hide the blush that traveled across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I love you, too, my little flame.”

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🌌 Silja Freyrsdottir 🌌 - God of War OC Character Sheet

The Goddess of Memory and Remembrance, the daughter of Freyr and the Light, the Unifier of the elves, and the Runaway Princess.

Born from the Light of Alfheim with a piece of Freyr's, Silja's eyes are imbued with the light itself, allowing her to see one's past memories. Because of Freyr's adventurous traits, she was left to the care of Alva (Queen of the Light Elves) and Svartáljǫfurr (King of the Dark Elves).

Ever since a child, Silja always sees the people's past deeds, the good and the worst ones. She grew with resentment towards her people, used as a trophy princess by the people, and for diplomatic reasons for Asgard, just for Odin and the Aesir to not disturb Alfheim's peace in the absence of Freyr.

However, she met a God who she sees as her counterpart and equal, Heimdall, the God of Foresight, the White God, whose eyes are imbued with Bifrost. They met on a few occassions, quickly becoming friends with their similar abilites. As Odin's influence grew on his son, they eventually grew apart along with Odin's marriage with Silja's aunt, Freya, come to an end.

Everything fell apart and she saw no good in staying in Alfheim. Silja wanted to see the world, prompting the elves to fight for the light again. But she didn't care anymore. They can fight for eternity for all she cared.

For many, many years she roamed the realms, adventuring, being free. That is, until Fimbulwintr came.

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Hi! (。・∀・)ノ So I'm back to drawing, and this mainly for my character sheet portfolio for the commissions (Yes I'll be open for character sheet commissions 👀). I wanted to do something with fantasy so I can broaden my porfolio from Call of Duty, so I did this with Silja!

Anyway, I think now that her character sheet is finished, I'll start drawing more Heimdall x Silja moments WOOHOO!

Hope you like it! (❤️ ω ❤️)

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GOW HC - Reacting to you having a cat

God of War x GN! Reader

Summary: Reacting to you having a cat.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Cat Owner, Fluffy Cats

Characters: Kratos, Thor, Freyr, Heimdall

Kratos

- Didn't care first, but as cats are making a point to cuddle up to him every time he sat or laid down. Pretends he doesn't like them moving the cat to your lap or side of the bed, only for them to come back, and he accepts it.

- Hates it when the cats get in the way of cuddling you in the middle of the night, especially when they take over his side of the bed. Asking you to move the creature, having been down that road before, coming out of it with war injuries.

- Doesn't think twice about leaving you alone at home, knowing what it did to him, ensuring you could throw the cat and be fine against an intruder.

- Loves seeing you cuddle up with the cat. Slowly, he comes to love the furry creature, little by little, when he leaves the house, placing a kiss on your forehead and sometimes the cat’s. They also come to love Kratos mostly for the body heat; purring in his presence for the first time scared the shit out of him.

- Only lets up when secretly catching him cuddling the cat, even hearing how he talked cutely to them, playing with a feather that came from a bird you had for dinner nights ago. When coming out of your hiding spot, shock is the first emotion on his face. Laughing at the situation, from then on, he's not so shy.

Waking to the chaos of Kratos trying to pick up your cat, the ball of fur in his hand, attacking the chain-scarred arms. Quickly removing the angry cat from the bed, watching as it scurries off and out the door, you hold back a laugh at Kratos's state.

Looking at him with tired eyes watching as the scratches on his face heal, "You okay?" you ask, getting only a deep grunt before taking you up in his warm arms.

Minutes later, your cat comes back, having it out for Kratos, laying so elegantly on his pillow, waiting for the moment he would turn over, getting a nose full of hair and toe beans.

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Thor

- Adores them, being a little distant at first from past experiences, but comes to love them as they comfort him after Odin's words when you're not there too.

- The cat learned not to sleep next to him, being crushed by the thunder god too many times. Though loving the heat from Thor, only now sleeping on his pillow, feet, and hand that is thrown over your waist when cuddling.

- Swearing it was his cat now, from cuddling to kisses, they always welcome him home, forgetting you completely. Though they have their rough patches from your fights or drunken nights, the cat takes your side, making him apologize quickly.

- Feeds the cats most mornings, making sure they get the freshest mix of meats. Talking cutely, not caring if you hear, though gets a bit blushy when you "aww" at it, always gives you both a kiss before heading out for anything.

- Comes to you asking if he could get another cat; depending on your answer, he still brings one home from the wild. Loves cats at any age, would bring home a pregnant cat, watching as him so careful with the mess of the feral mama cat.

Walking through the tall, thick wooden door, greeted by the sight of Thor cuddling up on the bed, spoon-feeding the kittens of the pregnant cat he brought home months ago.

Still remembering how broken his reaction was to you saying that the kittens had to go, tears welding up in his eyes as you explained that having almost ten cats in the house, let alone your bedroom, would drive Odin up the wall, seeing as you both were already on thin ice from just having one.

Hearing his stomached laugh as they all climb on top of his body, fighting to get a lick at the spoon as their mama lay next to him sleeping.

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Freyr

- Two words, Cat Dad. Love at first sight, even if they hissed, he would talk to them in a cute voice while trying to pet them. Quickly getting the cat to love him took only a few days, with some good treats and tasty critters.

- Gladly gives up his pillow to the furry creature, liking yours better anyway. Sometimes ends up cuddling them instead of you, making some good stories for the crew to hear the next morning. Has no problem with them taking up most of the bed, as it allows him to cuddle closer to you.

- Trains them so that when you go on your trips to other lands, walking along shoulders, staying close, and hunting for meals, the cat will know everything. When the cat isn’t with him in the wild, he brings them back little charms for them to play with, hanging some while others are tied to a stick.

- Overfeeds the poor thing, but it all works out, having them work off the treats in the forests of Vanaheim. Making sure they eat a good meal before coming home to you after an afternoon of exploring the land's forest.

- Gets a little jealous when the cat gets someone else's attention, wanting his furry baby to want him. Cries at night, saying, "They're all grown up" and "They don't need me anymore," with you reminding him they're a cat.

”Jump,” Freyr’s voice commands, making the furry ball jump off his shoulders to a tree branch, earning laughing praise from Freyr.

Walking along the dirt path in the Vanaheim jungle on your way back from one of your favorite stops to relax with the sunset, bring the cat along to get some training in.

Holding the Vanir god’s hand, ready to get home to cook something up, meeting his brown eyes, which sparkled with happiness. Planning on taking the cat to Alfheim, wanting to make sure the furry ball could handle adventuring in the wild alongside you and their papa.

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Heimdall

- Does not like cats, but when you point out that he acts just like one, something in his brain takes a one-eighty. When you're out of the house, he looks at them, wondering and watching if they are similar.

- Takes naps with the cat; whether knowing or not the cat sleeps against his stomach, it still leaves you to find them like that on the bed. At night, he kicks them out of the room, not wanting to share you or the bed, but as soon as he falls asleep, you crack the door, allowing the cat to cuddle with his pillow or feet.

- Jealous of the creature, if you give them a head kiss, Heimdall wants one too, says their nickname; he wants one too; head scratches don't matter; he wants some too.

- Doesn't hate the cats; he actually kind of likes them, of course, after some time. Pushing some meat straps to the floor, smiling at the cat eating it, softening when they look back up at him with big eyes, making him want to dump the whole plate on the floor.

- When you finally catch him kissing a cuddling the cat, his face drops immediately, moving away quickly, but the cat persists, rumbling up against his arm with their tail feathering his nose. Laughing at the sight, he relaxes a bit but is still a bit shy to show the furry creature some love.

Laying next, Heimdall cuddled up to his leg, purring away as the Aesir god scratched the top of their heads, watching from the kitchen, loving the sight.

Smelling the aroma of the food that sizzled in the pan, risking another look at the pair. As Heimdall reads a new book while the cat rolls over, allowing his hand to scratch their belly, quickly moving away as the cat is going to bite.

Laughing caught the attention of both, embarrassed Heimdall looked away, taking his hand off the cat, causing them to roll over, pressing their feet against his side, cutely winning his heart back. Hesitantly, putting his hand back into the soft fluff, started up the purr machine once more.

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Sacrifice {Kratos x F!Reader}

Summary: The Gods give and the Gods take away, and Kratos is all too familiar with the latter.

A/N: This has been sitting in my Google Docs for quite some time, and I’ve finally decided to release it to the world.

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Warnings: depictions of violence, suggestions of character death

W/C: 1511

GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT BELONGS TO @BOLTFINGER ON TWITTER

In which Kratos wages a war he will never win.

“I came to these lands to escape my past, to start a new life. I can hide no longer. I do not want this war,” He begins as everyone begins to gather around inside the temple, “we have suffered enough.” He turns away for a small moment. You stand alongside the shield maidens, former Valkyries. While you never fought a Valkyrie before, Atreus told you enough of his adventures of doing so with his father.

You’ve known Kratos for some time, having encountered him in Vanaheim after rescuing Freyr. You were Birgir’s younger sister, and had proven yourself useful as a guide to the former God of War and the young Atreus in Freya’s stead. As a reformed traveler, you knew how to hold your own in a fight and proved yourself to the Spartan, not that you tried to. He was quite distrustful of you in the beginning considering your past and his experience with Travelers. You couldn’t blame him.

You sit across from Kratos, and beside Atreus in the rowboat as you travel through the many channels of Vamaheim. Mimir’s head rested on your lap. You felt the gaze of the god across from you.

“Do not let this sword misguide your judgment,” You tell him with a small smirk as he eyes you. “It is a path I no longer walk.”

“What made you decide to become a Traveler in the first place?” Atreus asked, looking over to you.

“Oh laddie, I’ve already told you this story-“ Mimir interjects to which you chuckle.

“It’s fine, Mimir. I enjoy the curiosity. Growing up, Birgir and I could only make ends meet through hunting or other odd ends such as ridding villages of raiders and such. So when we heard that someone was promising endless riches and Valhalla, well… anything sounded better than how we were living, lad,” You explain to Atreus, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “The most important thing is realizing that sacrificing who we were was not worth any riches the Allfather could have promised us. So we left the ways of the Travelers and started defending the realms again from those who meant harm.”

“Prophecy did not lead us here, nor will it win this battle. Wars are won by those that are willing to sacrifice everything. If that is the cost of vengeance, so be it.” Kratos continues as Freya steps forward.

“Odin has taken so much from us already. The realms have suffered enough,” She paces back and forth as she speaks, “no matter the cost. This ends today.” She takes her place beside Kratos.

“If going out in a blaze of glory means Odin burns too, then that’s where I’ll be… with a big, fat smile on my face.” Freyr steps forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. ‘Surely he’s imagining all the ways he will get his hands on Odin,’ You think.

“For Brok.” Atreus vows as he steps forward toward his father. Kratos pulls the Gjallarhorn from the back of his belt and walks toward us, raising the horn to his lips. We watch in awe as the realm towers open in sync with each other as the horn’s tune blows through the temple. A purple mist exhibited from the horn before disintegrating into thin air.

Behind you, the door to Asgard opens and Kratos pauses, looking at you, then everyone else. You both share a look between each other for a fleeting moment. That is all your feelings towards the God of War ever amounted to — quick glances and unspoken thoughts.

“Ready yourselves.” He warns before leading us through the realm tower doors into Asgard. As we enter, explosions are heard and seen overhead. Elves are flying towards the impenetrable walls of Asgard. Off in the distance, war machines fire up and aim their fire towards the Realm Towers.

“The Muspelheim Tower has fallen.”

“And if Odin goes after Niflheim next…”

“They’re trying to shut out Ragnarok!” Freyr exclaimed in a frustrated tone.

“We gotta stop those War Machines!”

Freyr leads the Shield Maidens to aid the Elves on their assault. Meanwhile, Kratos leads Atreus, Hildisvini and yourself to the War Machines. You tear through enemies, getting caught up in the lust and chaos of battle. Upon arriving at the war machines, Sindri sets up the equipment and destroys one of them. People wail and cry out for help in response.

“W-wait… look!” You call out, placing a gentle hand to Kratos’ back and pointing to the distance as Ragnarok emerges.

“You see the size of that thing? I think we’re gonna win.” Freyr speaks confidently with Ingrid in hand as he emerges from the fight. Suddenly, the rock behind him collapses and he swiftly turns, using his magic to deflect and toss the boulder aside.

“I mean.. if they don’t kill us first.” Freyr huffs. Freya takes a step towards Kratos.

“Why have you stopped? Ragnarok is here. We finally have Odin right where we-“ Without waiting another moment, you step between her and Kratos.

“We will not risk the lives of innocent people, the people who used to call you Queen, for vengeance. We will seek out Odin.” You insist, looking up to Kratos who seems mildly surprised at the initiative.

“That’s suicide.”

“Perhaps but it is a death worth dying for if it means justice for the nine realms.” You explain, searching Freya’s face for an answer or emotion.

“If Odin gets away.. so help me.” She warns, glancing at Kratos who only nods.

“I know.” Kratos begins instructing the elves, led by Hildisvini, to lead the Midgardians to safety.

“Freya and I will do what we can to slow Ragnarok.” With that said, Freyr flies off towards Ragnarok with Freya close behind.

Just when you thought you would move forward with your goal, Ragnarok slams his hand down upon the earths, causing a tower of rocks to come tumbling down above you all. Immediately, you and Kratos move into action to prevent the boulder from crushing anyone.

“Go, Atreus! Protect Sindri! I’ll meet you at the Flaw.” Kratos demands. Atreus reluctantly abides by his fathers command. With the help of Kratos, you are able to push the large rock aside. Before you’re able to catch your breath, the two of you are surrounded by Einherjar. You unsheathe your sword.

“Go find Atreus, I’ll hold them off.”

“I will not leave you alone.” He insists, tightly gripping his axe.

“This fight is only meant to delay, now go!” You push him out of the way as an Einherjar moves to strike. You parry their move and strike back. The fighting feels endless and you are near collapse by the time you are surrounded by lifeless bodies. Weakly, you sheathe your sword and scale further ahead in search of Kratos and Atreus.

Kratos found Atreus and Sindri at the Flaw with a girl with untamed, red hair that resembled fire. The Asgard Tower had just begun to crumble from Atreus and Sindri’s assault.

“Where’s Y/N?” Atreus asked, looking to his father desperately seeking an answer.

“She’ll be alright. Who is the girl?” Kratos demands an answer as the group pushes further into the fight.

“Hi! Thrud Thorsdottir.”

As the group carried on in their search and fight for Odin, to put an end to his tyranny once and for all, you continued your push past what seemed like endless waves of enemies through a haze of smoke. Just when you thought you would find a moment’s rest, you hear a voice behind you.

“Just when I thought the Travellers were a dying breed. It must be my lucky day.” You turn around slowly to see a Valkyrie pacing before you. She is donned in golden armor, an enemy you’ve certainly never faced before.

“Incredibly strong and unforgiving… unpredictable at times…” You hear Atreus’ voice in the back of your mind. Weakly, you unsheathe your sword and begun muttering a Traveler’s prayer.

“Let’s end this.” The Valkyrie demands before levitating into the air and beginning her assault. You deflected her attacks and parried when possible. Atreus was right when describing how difficult and unpredictable they could be. There were only mere moments you could catch your opponent off balance. Most of your armor was gone at this point, you had nothing left to defend yourself. You looked to the Valkyrie as you felt exhaustion slowly working you.

You couldn’t give up here. What would they tell Birgir? He probably didn’t even know you were here.

With one last wind of strength, you pushed a final assault on the Valkryrie, landing blow after blow. You swiftly knock her off of her feet, and tear her wings from her body. Bruised, injured and bloody, you begin to walk away, leaning down to grab your sword from the ground. You feel your body slowly crumble without much resistance as you collapse, allowing the darkness to consume you.

Wars are won by those that are willing to sacrifice everything.

[aleismanifesting]

The Romans thought that the Norse worshipped Mercury who they thought was the same as Odin. Which makes sense because of their domains and trickster antics.

They identified Thor and Tyr with Hercules/Jupiter and Mars. The Romans said they worshipped Isis but that could be literally any female deity but the best guess is either Frigg or Freya. I personally associate Frigg with Juno, Freya with Venus and Freyr with Priapus

All in all I would say the big difference between these pantheons is "X is the god of Y"

The Norse gods were just gods and didn't seem to have super strict and fixed domains compared to the Graeco-Roman pantheon (Well even gods were still a bit loose with their domains) but one would be more likely to pray to the Vanir for fertility than the Aesir but it doesn't mean you can't ask the Aesir for that. Basically just know with the Norse pantheon, there are no boxes. The Jotunn aren't "giants" and don't seem to be that physically different from the Aesir and Vanir - they're just a different group of gods.

The Norse pantheon can't be easily labled and categorized and we don't have as much information about them compared to the Graeco-Roman pantheon. I guess there aren't so many similarities

thank you!

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freyr x reader [gow: r]

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× summary: kratos' daughter find love with freya's cute brother; freyr.

× requested by anon: Hii! It is i the one who asked about Freyr, I don't have any promts or Ideas but can you try writing one? Maybe she's Kratos' daughter or an ally he encountered somewhere on his adventures.. then basically overprotective kratos. And can you please include Ingrid..

× wc: 2.7k

× warnings & tags: events take place between breaking the curse freya have and forgiving freyr & I didn’t want freyr die in this fic, so, he lives after the ragnarok. ^^ fluff, kratos' daughter!reader, touching.  

freya had a special part on your heart even after she tried to kill your father, kratos who had to kill her only son to protect her life. so, when she told how she needed to break the curse odin have put, both you and your father has accepted. it was good to finally have a time to break the ices between your family and freya because you like to spend time with her. she was strong, caring and beautiful. you loved her but one thing you didn't know was that you would love her brother, freyr, more.

freya called him as yngvi but you knew his name was freyr since one of his statues was in the realm of elves. he had so many similarities with his sister. they looked so alike. you could tell he took some of his features from his sister. same hair color, same braided hair style, same eyes, and much more but no, for you, they weren't the same. for you, freyr was something else. he was different from freya because when you were looking at him, you felt something unfamiliar that you weren't feeling when it was the eyes of freya you looked at. freya was like a friend to you now but freyr was like a - soulmate that your hearts seeks.

it was just a little time you spent together, yes, but you couldn't help but feel like this. feel good beside him.

you remembered the first time you saw him, after you and kratos, your father, followed freya to her realm where she was born. the realm was looking magical. but him - he looked more beautiful than the realm's itself. he was hostile towards you firstly, trying to protect his realm and people, his friends. then, thanks to freya's appearance, he changed his mind on you. he looked both of you, studying what kind of God you were, you and your father. he even looked at you for a certain time to make kratos took a few step to him while covering your smaller body with his. not knowing freyr yet, his gesture was understandable. however, you could feel shyness and nervous feelings coming out of freyr who made a joke about the whole situation, "not saw a God like you - I mean two of you, not only her." he chuckled a little bit that probably would make freya roll her eyes if she was in human form. then, kratos made a hmm sound, referring to that it was okay but he has to be careful. oh, the protective attitude he had.

you had pink cheek too because you didn't know whether he meant to look at you because he found you interesting or he was just curious about where you come from but he made you feel shy at that moment.

then, freya and kratos left the place freyr and his friends were staying.

you could remember the conversation you and your father had, "be careful. we can't trust them. not yet." rolling your eyes, you nodded, "I know father but they are freya's family." you were referring to freyr especially. "they mean no harm."

"just listen to me once." he added, and mimir who was listening you while you were talking far from the camp, wanted to add something to make the air's nervous level decrease since kratos showed a great protection for your safety.

"leave her, brother. she needs to find new friends. the age she is in now requires to find someone -"

"no." this all what kratos said, feeling something unfamiliar in his chest because of being not ready for you to have - special someone. however, it wasn't something like this, as you thought. indeed, it was. you learned it with time.

touching his arm, you smiled, "I will be okay father. do not worry. I am your daughter after all."

he nodded, relieved to hear your confident and trustful voice. as he turned around to leave the camp with freya, you saw mimir's face; smirking mischievously and winking. how you loved to old man. he was understanding you well and it wasn't a sin to feel - excited.

after they left the camp, you went to meet with friends of freyr who were speaking with each other around the fire. hildisvini was one of them who was a vanir archer. he was a good speaker and you kept talking with him since you were fond of bows and arrows 'till mimir's voice took your attention. leaving hildisvini with a gentle manner, you went to where mimir' s voice came from and then you saw him again, smiling to mimir while talking about an old memory as you understood.

"mimir?" you asked to took their attention on you. "I thought you went with my dad."

mimir spoke while freyr brown eyes turned to, making you feel shy again, not a familiar feeling for you.

"I wanted to speak with freyr since it was a long time ago we spoke."

nodding to him, you said, smiling a little, "it would be a shame if freyr wouldn't get the an apology."

mimir looked offended while freyr smiled, "everyone know what a pain in the ass you are."

mimir rolled his eyes as you made your way to look at the table in which mimir's head was staying, right in front of freyr as he put his hands on it.

it had a map of vanaheim on it, a guide for the next events that will come. studying it, you asked to freyr while avoiding any eye contact because he was close and you could faint any moment.

"is it okay for me to look? if it is a secret and important thing, I can turn around."

he came to your side, he put his hands on the table, right next to you, leaving just a few inches between your little fingers. you could feel his warm, radiating from his body to yours.

"it's okay. my sister trust you with her life after all, I can see it in her eyes."

nodding to him, you tried to focus on the map but it was so hard. it became harder as he turned around, putting his waist rather than his hands. he threw one leg over other while leaning back to the table's edge and crossing his arms together. he was looking good with his brown hair that has some white parts and beams that looks beautiful. you wondered who made his hair. you wondered how it could feel good to play with it.

to think about this made you realize how you acted like a teenager rather than a mature woman. it was the first time you had this kind of excitement, making you wanna burn your face into the leaves, hiding it from freyr who was looking at you like mimir wasn't there.

his green and brown colored armor was looking cute on him. it was right contrast to yours; light blue and black. a suit like armor that covers your body, making it look cute but charming.

"mimir told me that you have a magnificent power on magic."

smirking to mimir who was trying to look at the map like you but probably was listening your conversation with freyr, you said, "is it right, mimir? I never thought you liked my magic."

"I do not like it my lady, especially when you use it for making my beard sparkle in nights." both you and freyr chuckled because he still had some sparkles on his beard, showing how it would look like with full sparkles. "but I would not deny how well you are good at it."

nodding to him, you felt proud. taking a compliment from the smartest man alive was heart-warming. however, your happiness and proud went higher as freyr said, "I would like to see it since I assume you are really a powerful magician."

looking at his eyes, you two shared a stare that lasted long enough to make mimir giving a fake cough. you and freyr stopped looking at each other but you could see his brown eyes still with his visible mark on his lips. you wanted to ask how he got it but it was for another day.

you looked at the camp, "should I show it in here?"

freyr looked at the camp and to his friends too. "wherever you like."

mimir added, "can you leave me to sigrun on your way to inside the forest my lady?"

nodding to him, you turned to freyr who was waiting for your answer, "the forest then."

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and here you were, standing in a big and old tree that had same magnificent and beautiful colors on it still, aging like a wine as midgard people said. however, it had some dead flowers around it, would look heart broken if they had human forms. feeling their sadness because of the death that was coming for them, you knelt down, touching them gently.

"come," you said to freyr, the god of rain and fertility as mimir said, "you should be close enough to my magic and its main intent."

freyr copied your posture, kneeling down to your level but standing taller than you still. he touched the same flowers you touched one by one and when your hands crashed into each other, a fresh and soft jolt traveled on your bodies from fingers to inside. looking at him while he looked at you, you began to sing a melody, sounding so peaceful as the tattoos you had on your right arm began to shine with a blue sparkle, magic flows from your heart to the flowers. and one by one, they reached the life they deserved, blooming again with powerful colors they had once.

freyr looked at them, surprised but impressed.

when all the flowers found their life again, you didn't take back your hand and so did freyr.

he said, smiling to flowers, "I never see them so beautiful. this realm, my home, is not what it is used to be but now - it looks like same as the past. you give them life. the life they needed."

he turned to you, smiling still, "thank you. I appreciate it. I really do."

smiling to him, feeling happier than before, you stood up with freyr, holding each other's hands like they were where they should be.

then, after a long time, touching and looking at each other, he broke the silence." but I believe you have more than this. you even have an arrow and bows on your back."

you left his hand, taking your weapons from your back to show him, you said, "I was once a sword master. I had a magical one too but I lost it, a long time ago."

freyr, maybe for the first time, looked sad. you was going to ask if you said something wrong but he began to speak, feeling a little sadness in his eyes, "I had one too. it was - it was good to have it in my hand. it even had a name."

"oh," you said, feeling sad like he did. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to."

"it's okay. you wouldn't know." he smiled, wanting make you feel well.

to change the topic from a sad event to fun one, you smiled, asking him more questions about the sword he had once with your curiosity. "you said it had a name. what was it? or should I guess?"

he nodded, smirking, beginning to feel good again with your playful attitude.

as he began to walk, you put the weapons you had back into their places, following him while traveling around the realm.

"uhm, can it be -" you put a finger on your chin, thinking about it. "the magnificent sword of the lord freyr?"

laughing at your comment, he said as you impressed the way he laugh, looking cute. "no. of course not! it's so long. I can't even remember it."

shrugging, you said, "I tried my chance. so, what was its name?"

"ingrid." he said, "I named him as ingrid."

"ingrid." you repeated, "It's a good name. I liked it."

"you would like ingrid if it was here, with me."

looking at his hand which he was focusing on, you said, "I will. I believe one day, I will see it with you."

smiling at you, he gave you a meaningful and thankful look, making you smile too and you realized that how this stranger god made you smile so much in a day with only spending a little time. he would give much more happiness, you believed, with times you would spend with him in the future. you wished you would have chance to spend more times.

° ° °

"y/n." your father's voice took your attention from freyr who was sitting on your left side, on the wood that was around the fire. your conversation about your personal beliefs and more was interrupted by kratos but you felt relief because of seeing him in one piece even if knowing there was no one that could hurt him.

"father!" you said happily, hugging him for a short time when you saw freya in her human form. you smiled, already feeling she broke the spell with your father. "I am happy to see that you have gained your freedom frigg."

she smiled at you, saying, "thanks to kratos." to show she forgave your father.

as you looked at kratos, smiling more, he nodded to you and freya left your side to have a gloomy but long waited réunion.

you watched them as kratos asked, "did you were well and safe?"

you nodded to him, "I was father. and I made new friends as well. they all are good."

mimir who was on the hand of brok came to scene with brok, "I see you broke the spell, brother. well done."

"and don't worry for the kid," brok added, handing mimir's head to kratos which was a funny scene to look at, "she is doing well. it's time to finally finding some friend. and freyr is not a dumbass too. it's a good sign."

kratos said 'hmm', not giving enough acknowledgement but accepting the fact that you were on the age in which you could decide on your own.

mimir said in a low tone, probably for hiding it from you but you could hear his voice still," don't worry brother. freya would teach her the 'woo'."

"mimir!" your father said with a deep and warning tone. wait, what was woo?

° ° °

"hey.”

you stopped to tying your hair into braided style when you heard freyr's voice.

you turned back to him, looking at his smiling face and pick colored cheeks that were visible, making you smile too.

"hey."

pointing to your side, he said, "can I?"

"of course." you slid over to create a room for him on the root of a lofty tree reaching down to the ground. "I thought you were with frigg?"

"I was," he said, looking at your hair. "but she said I needed to be elsewhere."

you were surprised to here that. "she said that?"

"yeah," he put his left hand on his neck, "maybe she could said that if I would not shut my mouth, talking about you, she would stab me."

chuckling nervously, he looked at somewhere else rather than your face.

laughing at his shyness and nervousness, you said, "she is straight-out, isn't she?"

"she really is."

smiling together, you spent some time in silence, having good time with each other's company, looking at the beautiful places of the realm.

then, out of sudden, you turned to him to only catching him looking at you.

it took you a certain time to take an action again.

"I don't know why but I feel we will have a long time together."

shrugging, he said, "I hope. I - I really liked you."

you gave him your right hand, "meet again?"

he nodded, smiling, he held your hand, making his warmth flow from his hand to yours, "yngvi."

you smiled too, "y/n."

and with that, something that will last between you for eternity has begin.

the end.

thanks for reading! <3

[georgiapeach30513]

Rebuild Your Ruins, Part 7

Summary:  the journey to Uppsala

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, brief mentions of blood (ritual reasons), smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double vaginal penetration, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, body worship, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Rollo glares back at your small entourage, watching the three of you laugh, and those boys that couldn’t keep their hands off you.  You three had become the talk of Kattegat.  Everyone was curious about the woman that was able to tame two men.  “Do you have a problem with my daughter?” Lagertha gives Rollo a smirk, and he looks back towards the front of the line.  

“No.  It’s unnatural.”

“Aesir is unnatural,” Ragnar reaches behind him, helping Lagertha up.  “She is a goddess amongst men,” Rollo rolls his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff, “I’m sorry, demi goddess.  She has defied the odds in battle.  Her scars look like boys on their first raid, and how many has she been on?  She hardly gets hit.”

“She has a man that stands in front of her.”

Lagertha laughs, stopping to look at him, “Bucky stands beside her, never in front.  He is her equal.  And now, she will have another beside her.  What is your real problem with Aesir?”

“I asked to marry her,” Floki chuckles behind Rollo, mumbling something to Helga.  “You told me when she was of age.”

“I told you, when she was of age, and chose you,” Ragnar hated this conversation.  It was the same tiresome conversation over and over again.  “She didn’t choose you.  She’s not some girl in the village wanting to lay down and provide sons for her husband, she doesn’t need a man.  Remember all those times I tried to get you to help her, but instead you left.  Instead of breeding children with her, you bred fear and hatred.  Aesir would never choose you.”

“Instead, you’d let her play with those boys.  If only you heard…”

“That is enough,” Lagertha cuts him off short.  “The gods have already decided our fates, and the Seer did not tell you of her in your future.  You know this.  Let it go.  Your bitterness and anger will not change the fact that both of those men will be taking a hand of hers to hold.  They’ve all moved into Ari’s house, and there will be a wedding soon.  Enough.  It’s done.”

Rollo looks back at your smiling face.  He ignored the happiness that lit up your entire being.  Couldn’t see that the same glow surrounded the other two men.  How even though Bucky and Ari were vastly different men, when it came to you, they shared a common interest.  You.  He does however spot Ari’s deep blue eyes darken as he looks at Rollo.  Ari couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t like that man.  Did not like the way he was never far from you.  He just chose not to say anything to you, only to Bucky.

With droplets of splattered blood freckling your face, you walk up to the altar of Freyr, staring up at the large structure.  You were to come here to ask for blessings from the gods, and it was no surprise to Lagertha why you had chosen this particular one first.  You take a deep calming breath as you lay a hand on his body, “Freyr, I ask that you use my body as a vessel.  Fill my womb with seed so that I can provide many sons for my future husbands.  I don’t want to be just a mother, but I know that our children will be one of our greatest gifts.”

A raven flies into the temple, landing on Thor, and he squawks at you, “I have accepted my fate, All Father,” you step back from Freyr and over to Thor.  That creepy one eyed raven stares down his beak at you.

You step up to Thor’s statue staring up at the two of them, “Allow me to protect them as they protect me. I am not fighting our fate. I fully accept that the daughter of Thunder will be married to two men, and I ask that you guide me in dealing with both of them. To be what I need to be for them, but for myself. I can't lose who I am for them,” you look up at that silly bird and he bows his head before flying off.  He was a foreboding little creature.  Turning up at the most inopportune times.

Meeting Lagertha at the entrance of the temple you follow her out, and she wraps an arm around your waist. “Being a wife and a mother does not make you less of a shieldmaiden or warrior. We women are amazing because we can do both. You were at Freyr for a long time.”

“I have two men that I will marry. They are expecting sons.”

“What are you expecting?” You glance over at your adoptive mother.  She was always the one that wanted to check on what you wanted.  Had shown you living proof that a woman could have it all.

“I would like to give them sons,” you smirk, spotting the two of them and they were already drinking with a bowl of mushrooms in Bucky’s hand, “But I think daughters are even more amazing,” you give her a quick kiss before bounding over to the giants.

Ragnar walks beside his wife, wrapping a hand around her, smiling at the three of them, “I think our job is done.  We did what was asked of us by the gods.  We got rid of her, and she’s their problem now.”

“Shh, she’ll be having children soon”

“No.  Not happening, she’s too stubborn.  I will not…”

“You don’t have to.  I will help her with the children.”

Ari comes up behind you, his boozy breath on your neck as he wraps his giant arms around you.  Holding up a curved horn for you to take a drink of the mead.  “It’s time to celebrate.  Consummate our relationship.  Get relaxed.  You’re going to feel pleasure as you’ve never felt it before.”

Bucky stands, and his hand immediately goes to your side as he holds up the bowl, “Eat.  It won’t take long,” you pull out a small bundle of mushrooms, stuffing them into your mouth, and you try not to think about the taste.  Just swallow them while you are taken to another realm of existence.  

Both men joining in with you, before they pull you away from the crowd, needing something more private, and you dance interconnectively.  Their hands all over your body as they fight for who gets to kiss on your lips.  Twisting you back and forth in a sinful tango.  Their hands pull at the fabric of your dress, and your own hands push off their shirts, and your fingers outline their tattoos. Your vision tricking you to believe your skin was melting on theirs.  The three of you figuratively fusing together to become one.

A streak of lighting changes your vision and Bucky and Ari meld into one person.  Breaking apart only to show that there was a difference between them. Taking you to a makeshift bed as they split apart, and Bucky lays down, extending a hand up to you, “Aesir, are you ready to become one?” Ari whispers on the shell of your ear, giving the sensitive spot a nibble.  “You ready to take us both?”

“Yes,” you whimper, being led over to Bucky, while Ari slowly pushes fingers into your weeping cunt.  Spreading apart your puffy lips so Bucky can see your throbbing pussy.  

“She’s excited,” picking you up, he places you over Bucky.  Letting your body slowly sink over him, and stepping back to watch you slowly grind over him.  Your hands pressing on his chest, while you look back at him desperately.  Your eyes are so heavy lidded, when you pout up at him.  “Enjoy your wolf for just a minute.  This is going to sting.  You gonna show us those pretty tears.  My cock will be much thicker than my fingers.  But you did take his cock and my fingers so well.”

He steps up behind you, rubbing his hand over your belly, “You’re going to take us all.  There will be no pulling out. Not here.  No seed will be wasted.  You can do that for us though, can’t you?”

His hands go to cup your tits, and he fondles them as Bucky stares completely mesmerized.  His cock already twitching at all the firsts that all of you were going to experience.  Still bouncing over Bucky’s cock, you gaze up at the sky.  It was starting to darken, blanketing your pleasure with the stars.  Reaching an arm around, you pull Ari closer to you, “Wanna feel you, too.”

He presses you down to Bucky’s chest, but you have to peek around.  Have to see him, spit down where you and Bucky were connected, and then spit down at his cock.  Bucky still thrusts his memeber into you, and you start sitting up, growing anxious of the time that Ari was taking.  But his thick hand holds you down, “Behave.  I put you that way for a reason.”

Getting down to his knees, he rubs his tip at your entrance, and you turn to push your face against Bucky’s neck, “She’s clenching down.”

“She’s excited.  Aesir, darling, I need you to relax.  You want to know that you can control both Bucky and my cocks, right?  Want to feel your walls stretch around the two of us, proving once again how much of a goddess you are.  And we will worship at your cunt’s altar every night,” you grip tight to Bucky’s shoulders, bracing yourself for penetration.

The moment you take a slow calming breath, Ari pushes his thick cock through, “Relax, baby.  We’ve got you.  You were made for us,” it is achingly slow.  Each inch makes you hiss.  Bucky’s fingers gingerly brush up and down your back.  Cooing sweet nothings in your ear about how you were taking them both.

Not stopping until Ari is fully sheathed.  His thick base making the stretch almost too much.  Almost.  Lifting you up a bit more, he gets right at your ear, “I knew you could do it.  You let everyone in Uppsala and the gods know how good we make you feel.  How you can take and control both the mountain and the white wolf.  You are our goddess to worship.  And you will provide us with our own little warriors.  Let them know,” grabbing onto your hips, he starts to thrust into you.

Your head lolls forward as the sting turns into pleasure.  Proud of yourself for being able to accommodate both of them.  Visions that you had seen were coming to pass.  Your body and mouth uncontrolled by you starts screaming up to the gods.  They felt amazing, otherworldly.  Cool droplets of rain pour onto your skin, and Ari drives himself harder.  

Cracks of lightning light up the darkened sky, while the thunder rumbles the ground below, “We’re being blessed, Aesir,” Bucky comments, pushing his length into you with the same force as Ari.  “Listen,” as if on cue that damn bird caws above you.  “They’re all here.  It is our divine purpose,” your eyes cloud over, “She’s not in control of herself again.”

“Because she’s where she’s supposed to be,” Ari slams himself into you, slapping his hips against your skin.  But all you see is visions of their hands over your body.  It’s not sexual, it’s loving.  Rubbing on your skin, and over your ridiculously large stomach.  

A midwife and Lagertha in between your legs as you scream.  You couldn’t hear a word that they were saying.  You blink your eyes trying to bring yourself into the present.  There was an airy quality to the visions that you now easily spot.  But this vision didn’t want to go away.  Except for Ari saying, ‘We did it,’ and you’re pulled back to being sandwiched between them.  Screaming out in pleasure now when the bird flies away.

“There she is,” Ari starts pounding into your warmth.  “We had to wait until you came back,” both of them rail into you.  And you would swear to it you feel your pleasure course through your veins.  Could feel the euphoria travel through every ounce of your blood.  Your walls start fluttering around them, and Bucky grits his teeth trying to stave off his own pleasure.

His fingers weave into yours, and he pushes you off him.  Rivers of rain drift down your body, tracing out your curves.  Throwing your head back on Ari’s shoulder, he gets to see your body ripple with every driving force into you.  A bulge in your belly appears with every thrust into you, “We’re in her stomach,” he groans.

“Now!” Ari growls.  Your cunt clenches down around both of them.  Holding them deep in your womb while thick hot ropes of cum paint your walls.  Ari’s hand rubs over that little spot, “And that’s where we’ll stay.  Aesir, you tired, darling?”  You nod your head, your body starting to sink over Bucky.  Your eyes grow heavier, as you start to drift off.  

“Let her sleep.  We’re going to make sure this seed doesn’t go to waste,” his fingers move over your newest tattoo, already envisioning how he and Bucky could be added to this back piece.  “She’s going to be so pretty, swollen with our child.  A child born of two fathers.”

“If we don’t have two,” Bucky groans, re-establishing his weight, “Next time, you’re on the bottom.  She is out, and this is uncomfortable.”

“She took two fat cocks, and went into that weird state.  I think she deserves to be out like that,” Ari looks up at the sky, smiling as the drops of rain pelt his skin.  “Maybe we should go inside.  We’ll make sure to have her take both of us throughout this whole festival.  This is only day one.”

“And everyone will know that Aesir belongs to a mountain and a wolf.”

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Norse mythology

Odin

Frigg

Fulla

Baldr

Hodr

Hermodr

Nanna

Hoenir

Jord

Thor

Sif

Thrud

Magni

Modi

Jarnsaxa

Loki

Angrboda

Sigyn

Fenrir

Jormungandr

Hel

Njord

Skadi

Freyja

Freyr

Gerdr

Eir

Lofn

Sjofn

Saga

Sol & Mani

Snv/RoR

Odin

Thor

Loki

Heimdallr

Brunhilde (including all Valkyries)

Hermes

Hercules

Aphrodite

Hades

Shiva + his wives

Rudra

Anubis

Lu bu

Adam & Eve

Kojiro Sasaki

Jack the ripper

Buddha

Qin

Apollo

Poseidon

Smite

Maman Brigitte

Amaterasu

Anhur

Anubis

Ao kuang

Aphrodite

Arcane

Ares

Athena

Artio

Awilix

Baron samedi

Bastet

Ballona

Cernunnos

Chaac

Chang e

Charon

Cu chualinn

Da ji

Discordia

Erlang shen

Eset

Fafnir

Freya

Ganesha

Gilgamesh

Guan yu

Hantchiman

Hades

He bo

Heimdallr

Hel

Hera

Horus

Hou yi

Isthar

Iz chel

Izanami

Janus

Jormungandr

Kali

King Arthur

Kukulkan

Lancelot

Loki

Maui

Medusa

Merlin

Morgan le fay

Mulan

Neith

Nike

Nox

Nemesis

Nu wa

Odin

Olorun

Osiris

Pele

Persephone

Poseidon

Ra

Rama

Sequet

Set

Shiva

Sol

Skadi

Sobek

Sun wukong

Surtr

Susano

Terra

Thanatos

The Morrigan

Thor

Tiamat

Tsukuyomi

Tyr

Ullr

Vulcan

Xbalanque

Yemoja

Ymir

Yu Huang

Zeus

Ror!Thor x Fem!Sif reader(A kiss under the evening sun)

Ror!Hermes x NB! Human reader (Enchanting music of the night)

In whistling spirits can be growth (Hades x Persephone)

With an Honorary status, beware the rubble (Odin, Loki, Sigyn, Angrboda)

The unlikely jackal-headed companion (Ror!Anubis x fem!reader)

Bonding by the Nile (Smite!Sobek & Neith)

With parental aid, my cycle's dread will fade (Hel!Reader with Loki and Sigyn)

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom (Gn!Reader x ror!Hades x Buddha x Loki x Poseidon)

Secret crushes and seashells (Ror poseidon x oc)

You remind me so much of him (ror buddha x fem!reader)

[nightmaresart]

I am mentally ill about these two so yes. I am making it everyone's problem.

Please I just love these two fools sm

[hexxedgod]

björt odinsdottir — 𝐆𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐂

( ♡ ) — 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !?

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Björt Odinsdottir

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄: Bjartr. 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒: ᛒᛃᛟᚱᛏ.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: It means "light, shining, illustrious", though it’s commonly translated as "the bright one" or perhaps "the shining one".

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Last names often end with either -son or -dottir depending on the sex, and the name of the father. This means that their father is Odin.

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: The God of War, The God of Battle Strategy, The God of Violence, The God of Victory, The God of Revenge, The God of Dominance, The God of Sex Appeal, The Fistborn of Odin, The Princess of The Æsir, The Princess of The Jötnar, The General of The Æsir, Pride of The Æsir.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒: Björt Odinsdottir, The Twin of Vör, The Avenger of Vör, The Right Hand of Odin, The Warrior, The General, The Untouchable Warrior, The Annihilator of Armies, Death, The Violent God, The Vengeful God, They Who Fears Nothing, The Beast, The Harbinger of War, They Who Leads to Victory, They Who Disregard Death, The Merciless Nightmare, They Who Yearns to Destroy, They With a Thirst For Violence, The Bright One, The Shining One.

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Half God (Æsir), Half Jotunn.

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: Jotunnheim.

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀����𝐈𝐎𝐍: Jotunnheim (formerly); Gladsheim, Asgard (formerly); the Realm between Realms.

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘: Female, Genderfluid, They / She / He.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Bisexual, Biromantic.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍(s): Herrlof ("praise gained at war"), a spear.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Alive, badly injured by Kratos and Odin.

( ♡ ) — 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !?

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6'95 ft / 212 cm.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Ellie Williams, (x), (x), (x), (x)

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Their hair is black, it's straight and nearly reaches their shoulders. It's usually tied in a half up half down bun. It's often found messy and dirty from oftenly being in battles.

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐅: (x), (x)

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have almond eyes, they are dark brown. They appear completely white when they are using their powers.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have fair skin covered with scars, they have bigger ones on their back. They have invisible tattoos, they only appear when their power is on.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: They have a muscular and lean body, their chest is nearly as big as sif's, they do not have many curves, they have broad shoulders and long limbs.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐅: (x), (x)

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒: Dense eyebrows, deep and serious eyes, imposing stature, lots of body scars.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: Caramel and wood.

( ♡ ) — 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: Themself, Vör, Odin (formerly), Mörn (formerly), Asgard, Jotunnheim (formerly), The Jötnar (formerly), The Æsir, Kratos (formerly), Atreus.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Borr (grandfather), Besta (grandmother), Odin (father), Mörn (mother), Freya (step-mother), Vé (uncle), Vili (uncle), Vör (twin), Týr (half-brother), Heimdall (half-brother), Baldur (half-brother), Thor (half-brother), Nanna (sister-in-law), Sif (sister-in-law), Forseti (nephew), Magni (nephew), Modi (nephew), Thrúd (niece).

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒: Mörn (former archienemy), Odin, Freya (formerly), Kratos, Freyr, Jotunnheim, The Jötnar (overall), Enemies of Asgard (overall).

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒: Mörn, Freyr, Nine Realms Warriors.

𝐏𝐄𝐓(s): Máttr♂, Ásjá♀, Vindr♂, Afli♂, Megin♂, Hegnan♀.

( ♡ ) — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

" Björt's personality blazes with a fierce intensity, characterized by their fiery nature and unwavering determination. They possess a relentless drive that fuels their actions and pushes them to fight for their beliefs. Passionate and quick-tempered, Björt's emotions often ignite like a wildfire, propelling them forward with an almost unstoppable force. Their anger and aggression can be both a strength and a weakness, lending them formidable power in battle but also potentially clouding their judgment.

Beneath their fiery exterior, Björt carries the weight of their scars, both physical and emotional. They struggle to express their feelings, finding it challenging to open up and trust others with their vulnerabilities. This emotional complexity creates a deep inner turmoil that they must confront on their journey. Loyalty runs deep within Björt's veins. They hold steadfast to those they deem worthy, fiercely protecting and fighting alongside them. Their loyalty is unwavering, and they are willing to make great sacrifices for the ones they hold dear.

Björt possesses a sharp mind and strategic thinking honed through years of battle experience. They excel in the chaos of warfare, utilizing their intelligence and instincts to analyze situations swiftly and adapt their plans accordingly. Their resourcefulness and tactical acumen make them a formidable adversary on the battlefield. "

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: Moody, short-tempered, possessive, impatient, selfish, greedy, judgmental, impulsive, spiteful, stubborn, aggressive, cocky, competitive, cruel, egotistical, envious, insecure.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: Honest, trustworthy, intelligent, merciful, charming, decisive, diligent, passionate, reliable, resourceful, confident, sincere, attractive, independent, loyal.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: Swearing, complaining, overworking, under sleeping, lip picking, walking fast, being sarcastic, being unnecessarily aggressive, glaring, over critical, messy.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Working out, training and teaching people, loyalty, independence, praise, nature (forests), stargazing, quiet spaces, being alone, their hawks.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Betrayal, lying, manipulation, lack of control, cowardice, unnecessary violence, blind obedience, overly crowded spaces, overly strict rules, vocalizing their emotions.

( ♡ ) — 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !?

" Born as the firstborn of Odin, alongside their twin sister Vör, Björt's life began with great expectations and promises. As a half-god (Æsir) and half-Jotunn, their lineage bore the weight of both worlds, intertwining the realms of gods and giants. Björt Odinsdottir's early years were marked by their exceptional intelligence and understanding of violence, war, and revenge. Their talent for battle strategy set them apart from an early age, earning them the title of the God of Violence along other titles.

Their intelligence was unparalleled. Their tactical prowess and uncanny ability to anticipate their opponents' moves set them apart as a force to be reckoned with. However, despite their formidable skills, Björt's journey was not without hardship. They were overshadowed by their twin sister, Vör, who possessed the rare gift of chrono-vision and omnipresence.

Vör's extraordinary abilities attracted their parents' love and attention, especially their mother's, Mörn, this left Björt feeling overlooked and second-best. To make matters worse, Björt suffered abuse from their own Jotünn mother, Mörn, enduring both physical and emotional scars, the scars they carried on their body were not only battle wounds but also reminders of the torment inflicted by their own mother.

Deeper scars etched into their back served as a constant reminder of the pain they endured. In an impulsive moment, fueled by years of suffering, Björt took Mörn's life, but their twin sister, Vör, selflessly took the blame, leading to Vör's exile. In an impulsive moment, driven by years of suffering, Björt took the life of Mörn. But their twin sister, Vör, selflessly took the blame, leading to their exile. This act of sacrifice deepened the bond between Björt and Vör, creating a rift between them and their father, Odin.

From that point forward, Björt's life took a new trajectory. They became the general of the Æsir army, leading their forces with an iron fist and an unwavering determination. Their prowess on the battlefield and their strategic brilliance made them a fearsome opponent, feared and respected by allies and enemies alike.

With Mörn's demise and Vör's exile, the dynamics within the family underwent a chilling transformation. Odin, instead of feeling guilt or remorse, saw an opportunity to exploit Björt's potential and mold them into a powerful weapon. Björt, now the sole focus of Odin's attention, became a pawn in their father's manipulative game.

Odin, recognizing the strength and capabilities within Björt, saw them as a means to further his own ambitions. By showering them with attention and favoritism, Odin aimed to groom Björt into a loyal and formidable asset, molding them into the perfect instrument for his grand designs. The scars Björt carried, both physical and emotional, became the fuel that Odin exploited to shape their loyalty and obedience.

Björt, trapped in this web of manipulation, felt a mixture of conflicting emotions. They yearned for the love and attention they received, yet the shadow of their past and the knowledge of Odin's intentions haunted their every step. They were torn between the desire to break free from their father's control and the fear of losing the only source of validation they had ever known.

In the aftermath of Vör's exile, a tragic turn of events unfolded when Kratos, Freya, and Freyr confronted and ultimately killed Vör. The news of their twin's death reached Björt, igniting an uncontrollable rage within them. Consumed by grief and vengeance, Björt embarked on a relentless hunt, tracking down Kratos, Freya, and Freyr to exact their own form of justice.

The confrontation between Björt and their adversaries was inevitable, and it erupted into a violent clash. Fueled by their seething anger, Björt fought with unparalleled ferocity, unleashing their fury upon their enemies. In a fateful moment, Björt managed to overpower Freyr, dealing a fatal blow that ended his life. The remaining combatants, Kratos and Freya, suffered injuries at the hands of Björt's wrath.

However, the tide of the battle took a dire turn when Kratos revealed a weapon specially crafted to kill Björt. Utilizing this weapon's devastating power, Kratos launched a relentless assault, inflicting severe injuries upon Björt. It seemed as though their journey and pursuit of vengeance had reached a devastating impasse. In the midst of the chaotic fray, Odin, the orchestrator of Björt's manipulative upbringing, emerged onto the battlefield.

Seizing the opportunity, Odin seized Björt's own spear, Herrlof, and launched a brutal attack. The spear, once a symbol of Björt's power and resilience, now became an instrument of their own downfall. The strike from Odin's hand left Björt gravely wounded, teetering on the brink of death. "

[felassanis]

- Unwinding The Ties

Freyr x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut +18 ONLY

Vali. A name once, her name. But now it was more of a command. Uttered to instruct, to demand. She hated hearing her name from the lips of her supposed family. The ones who looked at her with scorn, with confusion. Odin with his expectant stare, always watching her like an owner waiting for the dog to perform a trick. She loathed the way her name sounded from him.

But not with Freyr. She longed to hear her name spill from his lips. Heavy on his breath, a curse and a prayer. Her name has never sounded as sweet. Hands slide through her hair pulling her away from his lips before he can suffocate.

It was just another way to rebel against her father at first, her and Freyr. It started with long walks through Vanaheim. Carrying herself through the forests with the same self-importance and entitlement as her father. Not only to get away from the dull everyday of Asgard, but to prove to herself that not only could she do anything she liked, but that she had the balls to. 

And to prove that the All-Mighty Odin couldn’t control her movements, and the wise god was none the wiser to her ventures.

And when she met the Vanir prince, who had initially been hostile to her, she realised she could spite the All-Father even more. Freyr and her saw in each other the same pain that only victims of similar experiences can. Both of them were missing something Odin had torn from them. Both wearing the scars of his cruelty. His burn marks, and her adult form. This silent understanding made them fast friends.

And so she slipped them intel on Aesir movements to help him with the war. And by doing so advancing her silent rebellion against the All-Father.

And sleeping with Freyr? The All-father’s daughter with the prince of the Vanir? It brought a smile to her face.

Soon, it became more than a simple beneficial relationship. Soon Freyr saw an Aesir working against her people, and respected her. He saw a daughter immune to her father’s infamous manipulations and admired her. 

When she would slip through the realms to his humble camp, he’d insist she stay for food and drink. Welcome her presence at the campfire and encourage her to sing and dance with the rest of his people. She was more than a tool, and that had been a first.

Vali had never been a child for more than a day thanks to her father. And so never developed that fantastical idea of romance that forms from hearing stories and that sticks with you until you mature. Building up expectations and hopes that will soon be crumbled by the reality of men. She had been stuffed with the experiences and intellect of an old, wizened man. And so she saw people as pawns. As means to an end. 

Perhaps that was the only reason she was not so quick to bend to the whims of her father unlike her brothers. In many ways, Vali was Odin. And only Odin knew what a fraud Odin was.

Freyr changed that. He gave the experience she had always lacked yet unknowingly craved. Human connection.

“Vali,” He whispers into her skin. His nose nudges at her chin to look up, to which he immediately trails a journey of kisses along her jawline. Suckling on the skin. “Don’t go yet,”

“Hmm,” She notes the smile pressing into her skin as her hum vibrates in her throat and against him. 

“I mean it,” A light nibble on her neck. She knows his game by now, luring her further into him by doing everything she likes. To stall her return to Asgard.

“And if Odin realises I’m gone? How do I explain my absence?”

Freyr’s arms snake round her waist, letting her know he really has no intention of letting her slip away. “You’re wiley enough to come up with a story,” 

At this point, the warmth travelling through her has lulled her into complete laziness. She wants nothing more than to push Freyr onto the floor, knowing that if she left for Asgard now she would be unbearably cold. 

“I was taken hostage by an impossibly charming Vanir,” She starts. “He had me trapped by force. I could not hope to get away,” Her arms shimmy to his elbows, pulling them so his arms tighten around her. “Then…he interrogated me relentlessly for an hour…”

“Not all night?” He pulls away from her neck briefly to shoot her a knowing smirk. A smirk which sends a shock of excitement through her.

“My, my. Freyr of the Vanir is not easy on his prisoners, is he?”

Freyr laughs, a sound she wishes she could bottle and take home. “That’s my girl. See? How could Odin see through that?”

Upon hearing her father’s name again, a wave of frustration spurs her next movements. She struggles out of Freyr’s iron grip. And the look of worry on his features is quickly broken when Vali pushes on his chest. Sending him on his back and huffing on impact, with her hurriedly straddling him.

“Enough about Odin. I come here to get away from him…”

Freyr puts a hand over his heart. Feigning offence. “Not for any other reason?” 

“Well…” Vali leans over him, her lips but a hair’s width from his own. “There might be other reasons. But suddenly, my memory is so…hazy?”

Fingers snake behind her neck, nails lightly digging into the nape pulling her to close the gap between them.

“Let’s jog your memory then, sweetheart,”

They’re lucky Freyr’s portion of camp is removed from the rest. Hugging the edges as Freyr liked to be the first line of defence should they be attacked. 

That was her Freyr, always thinking of others. That extended to the bed covers as well. He was no selfish lover, always tending to her needs before even letting her think about touching him down there.

Her robes come off quickly, leaving her chest bare with only slithers of her skin covered by the myriad of chains and rope that dangle from her neck. Freyr’s hands languish over her stomach, over her ribs, trailing an agonisingly slow trail until they come to where she desires them. Fingers rubbing over her budding nipples as she sighs into his mouth. Her necklaces clinking against his adventurous hands as she licks at his bottom lip telling him what a good job he is doing already as her fingers dig into the dirt beside his head.

Before Freyr opened her eyes to it, sex had never been a point of fascination before. She knew what it was of course. Yet any enthusiasm was eclipsed by her father’s attitude. Rotten by the idea it merely served as reproduction, as a means to continue his line. 

All of his attitudes were ingrained into her. Attitudes Freyr was slowly unwinding…

Freyr loved her with the devotion of a worshipper. Gazing upon her like art, touching her like she was woven of the finest silk, lapping at her like wine to be savoured and devoured…Her one and only worshipper. The only one she would ever need.

“Freyr,” Vali whines as too much attention was on her breasts and not enough on the pooling heat that was between her legs. She pulls away and Freyr gazes upon the jewellery adorned along her chest in amazement.

“Yes?” He says breathless. Still not meeting her gaze as his hands continue to fondle.

“Don’t act coy now…” Her cheeks flush over her embarrassing whine. Her hand clasping over the one that has her breast in his palm. He was going to be mean, wasn’t he? Satisfied that he had been successful at convincing her to stay. Well, she could not have that.

“I’m no mind reader, Vali,” He leans forward. Kissing the valley between her tits. “Tell me what you want,”

I'm glad you are not. She thinks briefly, before shaking those thoughts out of her mind as Freyr bites her other breast. Abusing it with tongue and teeth.

“What I want?” She gives an experimental roll of her hips. Feeling his hardening member just as she expected. It made her chuckle that the God of fertility would become hard so quickly. Fitting she supposed. “Silly boy, you know what I want,”

He groans into her, biting harder out of impulse which rips a whine from her throat and a hand snapping to his head. 

“What’s the saying? All good things come to those who wait?” He murmurs.

“I have one for you too, since when have you known a God of Revenge to be patient?”

Her hands clutch his long chestnut locks and pull him forcefully away from her chest. Her skin throbs from pain that would burn blue come morning, yet she loves the way her flesh burns from the scrape of his teeth and the suction of his lips. A delicious kind of pain.

Vali looks down at him, her eyes hooded with the same intensity she reserves for battles she knows she’ll win. At first, he simply remarks on his handy work with a smug grin. Staring at her chest like an artist reviewing his work. Until he finally looks up, caught under the gaze, his smile shifts from pride to excitement.

“Is that what you want?” He tilts his head. “Revenge for making you feel this way? This good?” 

She rolls her hips again hard, feeling his cock twitch underneath her, answering his question. 

Perhaps the rest of Freyr’s company could hear her shouts as Freyr’s lips land on her sex as soon as they rid themselves of their clothing. How she croons loudly as his tongue finally entered her after tackling the many layers to his attire. But she doesn't care if all the nine realms heard her. Sex was blissful, it was raw and intense and damn it if she was going to restrict her journey of it by being silent. 

Freyr seems to agree. Lapping at her sex more intensely as if her cries were not loud enough. As if his efforts were not appreciated enough. His hand stroked her inner thigh tenderly, while another pressed against her stomach. Keeping her from writhing away from his attentive mouth.

“Fuck!” She thrusts against his mouth as her eyes squeezed shut. Solely focusing on the alien yet pleasurable feeling of Freyr’s tongue entering her over and over and over again. 

“That’s it, come on…” He encourages softly. Turning his attention to her clit. Sucking diligently while wrestling her bucking hips with the ease of a man merely enjoying a meal.

When she opens her eyes to peer down out of curiosity, she is not ready for the sight of Freyr down there. Hooded eyes watching her intently as he eats her out. Nor the complete bliss in his face as he registers her awareness. She was taken aback by the expression, that she alone was the one to make him look like that. And soon her thighs clamp over his head, fingers scratch at his scalp,  and finally heavy waves of ecstasy befall her. His mouth is still working with her as she rides out the high.

Freyr removes his mouth from her once her body stops writhing, wiping his lips with the back of his hand he starts making his way to her lips. Peppering kisses here and there and nipping along her stomach and chest along the way. Happy at how dishevelled and content she looked beneath him. He gives her lip one kiss, the tip of his nose lightly brushing hers.

She catches her breath, cradling his neck lovingly as she pecks his lips back. “Not bad,”

He snickers, bumping their foreheads together. “Not bad? Is that it?”

“What do you want? A review?”

“Couldn’t hurt. I barely get compliments anymore,”

She grins up at him, feeling bold and slightly guilty, she draws her hands downwards till they land on Freyr’s shoulders. His skin is hot and glowing beneath her fingertips like a molten furnace. Slowly she pushes him onto his back with her above him like they were before. 

She likes it this way. Peering down at him when he is in the throws of passion. She watches him organise battles and missions all day hunched over that damn war table. The weight of his world on his shoulders. Vali wants to take control away from him, allow him to simply enjoy this without worrying about taking over. 

She reaches down; taking hold of him and stroking slowly. “I can think of something better than compliments,” 

Freyr’s breath come quickly now. “Hah…so can I,”

A few pumps, enough to get Freyr to roll his head back in pleasure, and she starts to line him up with her entrance. Merely stroking herself with the tip for the moment, just to elicit a few whines from his beautiful lips, before sinking down on him.

She’ll never grow tired of that feeling fullness he gives her. Like a piece slotting into the right place, like he was scratching an itch she didn’t know she had. She pants as she takes him all the way, smiling as Freyr’s hand grabs at her hips to steady her yet this be over before it truly begins. 

She gives him a moment, and when he finally looks up at her, she’s taken aback by how beautiful he is. Sure, Vali noticed Freyr’s beauty when the two of them met for the first time. She noted how he seemed to personify Vanaheim, with his natural grace and easy charm, his untamed hair adorned with feathers and beads from the land. But this was a different sort of beauty. It was one only she was allowed to witness; of his parted, puffy lips and blown out eyes. His dishevelled hair like a halo around his head. It was unique to her, allowed only to her. And therefore so much more valuable than the beauty of an eclipse.

She begins to move, keen to watch every expression flash across his features. Freyr huffs, trying hard to maintain eye contact yet his head kept rolling back from the pleasure as if manipulated by a magnet. Skin slapping on skin in a delicious symphony

“Freyr…I-” She can feel her abdomen clenching with ecstasy as she huffs. Building up like a hot ball in her stomach as his member thrusts in and out of her at hurried speed. She’s set on unwinding with him yet he seems to be unwinding her faster than she can comprehend. As if her body has a mind of its own, slamming her hips down all the faster as she chases that high.

Freyr gets other ideas however, wasting no time in securing her waist in his arms as soon as he senses her closeness. Tossing her over easily onto her back like she weighed nothing while still moving inside her. She yelps in surprise yet is very quickly muffled by his lips melding against her. All the while he keeps a brutal pace deep inside her. 

“Fuck!” He sobs, burying his face into the crook of her neck as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. Doing everything in her power not to scratch at the rippled skin from his scars. 

At this vigorous pace it isn’t long before Freyr’s hips stutter into the cradle of her hips, his movements rapid and messy as he breathes hard into her neck. One slow glide of his cock however, and Vali’s cries are finally dragged out of her again. A strangled cry as she comes, feeling her limbs shake and her walls clamping down on him. Serving to tear the waves of pleasure from him too at the feel of her.

He moves in and out of her, pumping slower and slower until his weight collapses on her. The smell of sex and nature is all around them blending into a rich smell as their breathing slows down. And Freyr finally finds the strength to roll off her and lay beside her. His arm came up to twiddle with a strand of her hair, still needing to maintain contact somehow. 

“Whoo…that was…” He swallowed thickly. They both stare at the canopy of trees looming overhead, eyeing the trails of stars that exist between the leaves. Their only witness to their love.

“Amazing,” She finishes, feeling her body completely drained and satisfied. Each time they do this serves to be and more invigorating, only fueling her desire to keep laying with him. If only to chart the parts of him she has yet not experienced. 

Freyr turns his head to gaze upon her. “Still thinking about going back to Asgard?”

She meets his gaze. Suddenly feeling the urge to sleep for a thousand years. “No…not tonight,”

It was clearly the answer he wished to hear. As a great big smile creases against his freckled cheeks. The hand that had been loving fidgeting with her hair glides to her cheek, caressing her as he moves to plant a kiss to her lips. When he pulls back however, that smile is surely replaced by a look of contemplation. Which unwinds into hesitance…

“Good, I want you to remain. I hate seeing you go back to that maniac…not knowing if you’ll return,”

“He needs me,” She answers nonchalantly. 

Freyr frowns, shaking his head. “You say that like it’s meant to reassure me,”

“It means he has no intention of getting rid of me-”

“While he needs you,” Freyr sighs. “That’s what I’m afraid of. The day when he doesn’t need you anymore…”

She knows he has a point. Odin’s children were less like family and more akin to tools; assets part of a grander scheme. Cogs easily scrapped when they stopped working…

“For a God of fertility, you’ve got shit pillow talk,” She muses, hoping he’ll work with her to change the subject.

Freyr looks down. “Well, we haven’t got pillows. Just the nice hard ground,”

“So I’ve noticed,” She makes a show to stretch out her aching limbs.

“Never say I don’t spoil you,” He shoots her a guilty look before propping himself on his elbow to peer over her. “When this is all over, I’ll take you somewhere nice,”

“Nicer than the forest ground? Impossible,” She snorts. Moving her hand to his chest, hand over his beating heart. Charting shapes across the freckled skin, careful not to linger on the burn marks. “I’m not a flowers kind of woman. The forest floor, the war table, in a tent…hell if you wanted to try the trees I’ll do it. So long as it's with you,” 

“You’re right. Your pillow talk is much better than mine. Maybe they ought to make you the God of fertility,”

“After your performance, I see why they call you that,” She smiles.

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Vali is a real god from Norse Mythology, having been a babe for only a day before Odin aged him up. He is the one who punishes Loki for killing Baldur, personifying vengeance in this regard. I thought he was an awesome character considering how very metal he is in the mythology and how he is not present in God of War.

I have essentially genderbent this deity and made her my own character. Though I explain her situation briefly in the fic, I thought putting a note here would also be required. I hope you enjoyed the fic!!

[medievildead]

for the ship opinion bingo kratos/heimdall 👉👈

HOOOO BOY SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A RANT however you did ask for my opinion and this is my blog so you know what. I am gonna post it. And this will be the only time I talk about it.

I reeeeeally don't like kradall it creeps me out and I don't understand it at fucking all. I see people try to make Hear Me Out posts about them and AUs about them and it just makes less and less sense to me (and I KNOW this is bold ass words coming from me I KNOW) but the canon dynamic that does exist for them at no point to me ever at all in the slightest tipped me off or made me think to ship them. Never clicked.

Then again you gotta remember that I'm someone who has been autistic about Kratos since 2005 and I am so incredibly damn picky about shipping him unironically with anyone. Shipping Kratos with Heimdall knowing the kind of person Kratos is and what hes gone through to Become his new self in the norse saga just doesn't make sense. A lot of kradall I see (that isn't non/con honestly another huge reason I don't vibe with it is that a bunch of people use it as a bolt for r/pe stuff in the early moments of Ragnarok fandom) is just them in a very ooc marriage situation I can't wrap my head around. Throwing Kratos into a heavy intense relationship is dumb to me like it took him centuries to fucking get over Lysandra and then moving on to Faye and I'm expected to belive the Hear Me Out posts about why Kratos would be in a long term relationship with.... Heimdall? The guy who is a complete prick to giants? Who actively said misogynistic shit about Atreus' mom who Kratos still loves with his whole heart? And threatened to actively kill his 14 year old son? Kratos's son? Kratos who has lifelong trauma about his child dying from war? I'm not buying it im sorry. No way you cook it will convince me.

In the early points of the ships existence honestly felt to me like people who were into Heimdall just wanted to explore a crutch for brat breaking. But its just genuinley not something I'm into. I'm a firm believer of ship and let ship as long as its harmless and for the most part it is! It's people having fun but it's not for me and never, ever ever will be no matter what and there is a reason I don't talk about it on this blog.

I've been in this fandom a long time and let me say Kratos x Heimdall reminds me a lot of when GoW3 came out and people started shipping and writing tons of Kratos x Hermes dubcon stuff for the sole reason of yaoi fujoshi people wanted to fetishize the gay male power dynamic. Its like I honestly feel some people see a big muscular man and a smaller effeminate man and are like "oh I need to make one a submissive girl" like again I know its just words and pictures on a screen but I have been here long enough to be Very Tired of seeing my sexuality get used as a fetish tool sjshskdnks

And. And ill be honest. And this is petty and trust me this is literally just me and my opinion but I cannot fucking stress how utterly confused and flabbergasted because FREYR IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. HE IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. BLATANTLY INTO KRATOS, A COMPLETE KIND SWEETHEART FULL OF LOVE, EXACTLY THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD SHOW KRATOS A GOOD TIME AND HAS AN ADORABLE ONSCREEN DYNAMIC THAT DOESN'T EVEN NEED TO BE AU'd OR CHANGED TO MAKE SENSE AND THIS FANDOM DOES NOTHING WITH IT. I see so many AUs where Heimdall survives to get with Kratos and valid but you know what??? I am gonna be angry, WHERE ARE MY FREYR LIVES AUs. WHERE ARE MY AUs WHERE FREYR LIVES AND GETS KRATOS ASCENDED ON THAT VANAHEIM ZA???????

LIKE FORREAL. I honestly feel like this fandom gets so blindsided by Heimdall and wanting to put him in situations and hell I'm guilty of it too, but I have genuinley met GoW Heimdall likers that straight up forgot Freyr existed and it shocks me. I don't get it!!!!!!

Theres a reason I ship Heimdall x Hermes together and its because their individual dynamics are so unbelievably compatible and I like to explore that. But I get people wanting something more realistic in universe as a muse. When it does come to shipping Heimdall with someone else in canon that makes absolute dynamic sense to me, I gotta be honest, Heimdall x Gná is the only "heimdall gets a dom" pairing that I can realistically get behind. Since they both would actually like each other despite being hated by all their peers for their devotion to Odin. Is it healthy? No, but Kradall isn't exactly peaches and cream either. So we work with what we got babey!!!!

[remycroft]

Cross My Heart Hope You Die || Heimdall X Reader

Chapter 4 - Vanaheim

This was not going great, mother's protection ward had not been able to hold so she had to turn into her falcon form, the dwarf was being his usual self, and now he had been taken by something. What it is, I suppose we will find out. I also saw the destruction caused by the war and the Einherjar that still occupy the place, the people gone, buildings destroyed, my lust for vengeance increases the more I see.

I could hear the breathing and heartbeats of the people around us, there were many people. I saw Brok strung up by his ankle, shit. Is this a trap set by the Aesir? Maybe Odin found out about my mother trying to break her binding curse and is trying to stop that. Maybe he wants to kill us all, kill her, kill Kratos, kill me. I grab my bow, put an arrow in and draw it. "Now what do we have here?" A man asks from the dark alcove infront of us, I aim my bow in that direction.

"Ol' one eye send another god to do his dirty work?" So he wasn't Aesir, his heartbeat hadn't faltered so he wasn't lying. He lit a torch and he appeared, he was kind of handsome, in a sort of roguish way. "Thor too busy?"

"We don't serve Odin." I say, he looks at me and his eyes widen, tears start swelling up. He clasps his hands together, "F- Freya?"

"No, her daughter."

"Ah, the eyes, I see it now, not my sister. Then you do serve Odin, your the spawn of her and that prick." So this was Freyr, he drew his weapon and the people I already knew were here came out of the shadows. "Now, now, no need for threats, brother." Freyr looks extremely irritated then. "I-I'm not Odin's, I swear to you." He doesn't listen, he's too focused on the head, Mimir, that was his name. "Oh, I know that voice." Kratos holds Mimir up to the view of him, he looks and lets out a menacing laugh that sends shivers down my spine. "You know, I'd cut of your head, but it seems somebody beat me to it."

"Aye, quite observant, brother." He lets out another laugh and I feel unable to breathe, this will become so much worse if my mother doesn't intervene. "No, you're no brother of mine. You sold my sister to that prick!"

"We brokered a peace!" That didn't go to well though, did it? "Oh! Did you now? Where is it, hmm? And where is my sister? Some dungeon in Asgard? Is she even alive?" I wanted to scream that she was here, that she was fighting to come back to him, but I couldn't speak. I was afraid of the possibility that I'd have to fight my family. "Answer me!" He screams at both Mimir and myself. "Guess we'll settle for blood."

My mother flies in, "Stop!" She shouts as she does. Oh, thank Ymir, that she's here. "What is that? Why do you speak in her voice?"

"It's me, Yngvi. There's no time to explain, just listen. This is my daughter, from a mortal man after I left Asgard, and these men are in my service. I'm here to reclaim what's been taken from me." He stepped towards her perched form carefully, "It's too late, you can't undo what's been done."

"I can, I will. Now, let them pass." She flies away and Freyr chases after her but is unsuccessful. "So, you serve my sister?" Kratos nods his head slightly, "Well, don't we all. Cut him down." Brok is swiftly cut down from where he was strung up and landed ungracefully on his ass, I smirked at him as he rubbed it, he gave me a disdainful look for doing so. He goes to reunite with his friend he mentioned, it was a woman, a dwarf like him.

I don't know who to follow Kratos, to upgrade his armour or Freyr, because he's my family, I remember Freyr's threats and angry glances and choose Kratos. "What will it be?" Brok asks him as he goes up to the forge.

"Heya, the name's Lúnda, you?"

"(Y/n) Freyasdottir." I go to shake her hand and she takes it, her grip was strong, very strong. "It's nice to meet ya, Goddess."

"I'm not a goddess, I'm half-mortal. My magic is shit, the only things I can do is be logical, sense things well, and I have perfect aim."

"Still more divine than the rest of us. You said you have perfect aim, show me." I did as she asked and sent an arrow into a nearby branch splitting it in half. She watched the arrow fly and struggled to see it but when she did, she seemed shocked and impressed. "Nice, let me see that bow o' yours." I pass it to her and she examines it.

"I made it myself." I say, hoping she would be more impressed with me. "I can see." She was not impressed, "How 'bout this, I make you a better bow and a few more daggers, better than those rusty ones you have at your side and in return you owe me a favour, an I owe you?"

"What kind of favour?" This made me wary, I didn't know this dwarf well and I didn't want to be in her debt but if I actually take part in this war then I'll have to be prepared and this could be a step in the right direction. "I'm not sure yet, I just want a goddess in my debt." That was fair, I suppose. "So do we have a deal?" She puts her hand out for me to shake and I hesitate, this could go very right or very wrong. I shake her hand. "They will be ready for you tomorrow morning." I give her a small bow in thanks and she scoffs, hopefully I haven't made a huge mistake.

~

"Sorry we got off on the wrong foot there. We're pretty used to only seeing Aesir in these parts, don't typically get friendly faces."

"Is it just the Einherjar around now?" I had to know, if any of the actual Aesir Gods were in Vanaheim that could be an issue for all of us. "Yes. The last god to come down was Thor a couple years ago, he killed a lot of good people." Odin's enforcer, murderer of my father, and my people. "I'm sorry, that must've been difficult." His eyes met my own, his eyes showed how distraught he was, I can't imagine what it's been like, he thought his sister was dead and he had to lead a small rebellion against fully provisioned, immortal soldiers.

"How long have you been occupied for?" Mimir asks, "Since- I've lost count."

"What is your plan?"

"Still kinda working on it." He has no idea what to do, I didn't even need to hear his heart falter, his voice told me everything. "Brother, I think I could be of use here... If my counsel is welcome."

"I'll take what I can get." Freyr gestures for him to speak, "Your mission will go considerably smoother without me in the mix. Come back for me when your done."

"Hey Kratos, as long as you're working for my sister, careful you don't screw up. She's not too big on forgiveness." Kratos leaves, going up the ladder to help free my mother. "He's well aware." I remark, Freyr raises his eyebrow and gives me a questioning glance, "He killed Baldur to save my mother, so my mother tried to kill him, roping me in the mix with her."

"Baldur's dead?" I nod slightly, "Good. I shouldn't be saying that since he's family but when they invaded again, he was detrimental in our defeat, well, him and all Odinson's apart from Tyr, considering he's dead." That was probably a loyalty test from Odin, his father checking he would slaughter his mother's people if requested. "Tyr's alive. He was imprisoned but Kratos and his son freed him."

"Well isn't that nice to here, maybe he can actually succeed in his second rebellion." So Freyr resented Tyr, probably because if he had been successful this would never have had to happen. I noticed another heartbeat enter the camp and saw a tall man who started walking towards us. "Freyr, who is that?" He smiled joyfully, "My son, Fjolnir."

Fjolnir walked towards us and I noticed a couple things, one, he was covered in marks, two, he was limping and clutching on to his side, three, he looked nothing like his father. "Oh shit, what happened?" Freyr's eyes were filled with terror, and he reached for his son and he landed safely in his arms. "Einherjar, a lot of them."

"Shit, I might be able to heal him." I say, he was laid gently on the stone slab next to Mimir. I removed his armour and tunics and saw the top half of his body, it was well formed but he also had bruises and cuts littering his torso, as well as this he had a large stab wound on his side, I thought of the simple healing spells I could do, he didn't seem too far gone, I could definitely do this.

I laid my hands on his body and started chanting the words for the spell, this one was supposed to sow matter back together. I danced my fingers across the cut, as I was supposed to do, and noticed that it was actually working. The spell was taking a long time though and I was losing energy then there were probably marks on his leg too that needed treatment.

"I'm not good at magic and this is making me very tired, do you have any medicines, poultice, that can heal his leg?" I ask Freyr, he was holding his hands together in prayer, "We should have something that can help slightly until you're back to full power." He leaves to go find it leaving me with Fjolnir and Mimir.

~

It took a while but I had healed the cut on his side and Freyr put some herbs on a dark bruise that covered his sons' leg. "Thank you so much, whoever you are." Fjolnir exclaims, "No problem, my name is (Y/n), your cousin." His face contorts to one of rage, "You're Aesir, Odin and the traitors' daughter."

"No, no, I swear I'm not Odin's, my mother she fell in love with a mortal when she left Asgard, I'm the product of that love." That made him relax a little, "I'm sorry, we just aren't used to new people."

"It's okay, neither am I."

~

I leave Freyr and Fjolnir to their own devices and wander about. Everyone was really kind, Birgir was a mortal, a traveller before he saw through Odin's lies and sided with the Vanir, he was skeptical of me but also wasn't a complete prick about me being here, so that was cool.

Then there was Beyla and Byggvir, a light and dark elf who had fallen in love despite the war. I hope they get a happy ending, it seems deserved after all they've been through.

After the introductions of everyone I went to see Brok and Lunda, who were talking while Lúnda's seemed to be working on my bow. "I told you to come back tomorrow for it." She said while she was working on what looked to be wood carvings. "I know, I just wanted to talk to people."

"Oh, okay then, chit-chat away."

"What's the wood you're using?" The wood of a bow mattered, it determined whether it was brittle or strong, smooth or rough, my current bow was made out of cherry wood, the only one we had, it made it extremely brittle and the string wasn't great either and I had to constantly redo it but it was all I could gather considering my mother wouldn't let me leave the stave, or use hers.

"Yew wood, it's strong and won't give your tiny fragile hands splinters. The runes I'm carving will make any magic added to your bow stronger." That was amazing, "This favour I owe you is going to definitely mean something, isn't it?"

"You can bet your sorry ass it will, your daggers I've got Brok working on, they will be perfectly balanced and more pretty than that mother of yours." That was nice to here. "Do I owe him now too?"

"Yes, you do." He retorts, I roll my eyes and mutter, "Great."

"It might serve you to be a bit nicer to me, considering I'm making you top quality weapons." He had a point, but he was also being an asshole. "I will, and I would much appreciate it if you were too."

"You got a deal."

~

I go back to Freyr, he had moved over to the campfire Birgir was sat at, he was also joined by Fjolnir who was still struggling, the elves, and Lúnda. I joined when the elves started recounting on how they fell in love, they had started talking when Freyr caused a peace between the elves and grew feelings for one another, when the war restarted they couldn't kill eachother and left Alfheim. It sounded like something pulled out of a beautiful love story I would definitely have read. "What does love feel like?" Everyone gives me a questioning look, "How old are you again?" Fjolnir asks,

"A hundred and twenty."

"And you've never fallen in love?"

"No, it's a bit hard when your mother keeps you in a stave for one hundred and seventeen years, the only people you see are injured men and women who have wandered in and the moment they're healed they're sent away immediately, and your first ever friend - is a child."

"Why did my sister keep you in the stave?"

"She was afraid Odin would send someone after me, to either kill me like he killed my dad or take me to Asgard as leverage." Freyr puts his hand on my shoulder as a comfort, "So she had good reason." She definitely did, the only time I did something by myself out of the stave ended in disaster, I'm sure the only reason it hasn't happened now is because I have Freyr and none of these people are monsters. "To answer your question," Beyla starts holding her husband's hand, "for me, love felt like life, like everything would be alright as long as I had him by my side. It is strong, it can't be broken by anything in the nine realms, my love for Byggvir has made it so that only death could keep us away from eachother." Her explanation seemed illogical, I guess that's what it was to someone who could see the logical path. It seemed confusing and not like something that could be of use in this war. It's a shame really, if I had the chance to lead a normal life it would be nice to feel such a thing. It seemed cold but I replied, "Thank you for informing me of the concept." There was an awkward silence after that.

~

"So, (Y/n), what can you do?" Fjolnir asks, breaking the tension, "My main gift is that I can see the logical path, I know what will benefit most in the long run. I also have perfect aim and amplified senses not to the normal god level but more than that."

"Perfect aim? prove it." Fjolnir speaks, I grab one of my daggers and search through the trees for leaves attached to branches, I saw one which behind it had a bent branch that could serve as elastic. I angled my dagger to a degree which could remove the leaf from the branch and bring it back to me. I threw it and it did exactly what I wanted it to do, that didn't surprise me. The blade came back to me the leaf pierced onto it's point, I caught it and presented it to them. They all seemed impressed, "All hail our new Vanir Goddess of logic and accuracy." Freyr shouted, I smiled as they reiterated what he said. "All hail." I heard another voice and noticed two new heartbeats, my mother and Kratos had returned. I turned around to see my mother, in human form. I ran to her and held on to her tightly, "You're free!"

"I am." We pull out of the embrace but our arms are still linked, she's smiling, and I notice Kratos and realise; holy shit he's alive, she didn't kill him. This day could not get any better, my mother was free, the truce was now hopefully permanent and I had met more of my family.

She split from me and her gaze landed on Freyr, "It really is you." He walks towards her and I get out of the way so they can have their moment. "You've returned to us at last."

"Yes."

"Uh, let's celebrate." He goes to get a bottle of mead and returns to her, "You'll reclaim the throne. We'll rebuild! Me, you, our children, against the world, huh? Just like the old days." He seemed so much happier with her back, I thought initially it was because she was his sister and she was now free but with that sentence, I realised that wasn't the case, it was so he didn't have to be the responsible one anymore.

"I'm... not staying. Neither is (Y/n)." Is she going to go after Odin? That would be the only reason she'd leave her home, get vengeance for herself, my father, everyone else Odin has ever hurt. I hope so because otherwise this makes no sense. "I don't understand, you're here. Maybe together we can take back what's ours."

"I only just got back what's mine, I still have work to do." She walks to the campfire and Freyr follows her, "You've seen what's left of the realm, right? Do we really mean that little to you?" They meant everything to her.

"You question my loyalty?" Fjolnir joins in with his fathers' insult, "Who hasn't?" She pays the boy no heed, I give him a warning glare and go to the hilt of one of my daggers.

"Vanaheim turned it's back on me!" Freyr scoffs, "You still can't let go of that old fight?"

"It was my duty to save as many people as possible, my responsibility. One you didn't take seriously then and from the looks of it, one you don't now." She grabs the bottle from his hand, "You think this is a game to me? We lost everything to that maniac you called husband. The man's family set me on fire!" Wait, what? He was tortured by them? That's a new reason to want the Aesir dead. "How did you expect me to react?"

"Like my brother! Like the boy who used to have my back no matter what! And who I always supported no matter how selfish his choices." She throws the bottle in the fire and removes him from her gaze. "I expected you to come and find me, find us. That no matter how hurt or angry, you wouldn't abandon me when I needed you the most."

"Freya, please." He goes to touch her arm but she swats him away, "I thought you were dead. I've had to live lifetimes with those last, awful words I said to you. Any idea what that's like? Knowing that your own selfishness hurt one of the people that you cared about the most? Abandon you? Freya, I mourned you." She turns to him and they hold on to eachother, "I've missed you so much." They pull one another into a heart-warming embrace, its nice to know they've been reunited, that my mother now has more than one person she can rely on, hopefully. "And I you, Yngvi."

They broke apart, "But I won't bind myself to another realm when I finally have my freedom. I'll send help though... And I will come back, I promise." She looks at me, "If it is her desire, (Y/n) can stay and help, or she can help me kill some Aesir Gods?" This causes cheers through the encampment, "You knew I was going to come with you anyways." She gives me a knowing smirk, of course she did.

"This hasn't been your home for a long time, has it?" She nods, "Do what you gotta do."

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Brok shouts from behind us, "Ain't y'all got nothin' better to do than gawkin' at family sortin' squabbles?" Brok was being kind to them, I added another two characteristic, dutiful and respectful.

"C'mon, you two- also (Y/n), your shits ready." Awesome, ahead of schedule. Freyr comes with us, but he's pushed back by Brok, "Not you." Oh, so he meant Kratos. "Got a few things to square with y'all - one being, you collecting your spare head."

Brok serves Kratos and Freya while Lúnda serves me, "Here is your bow and your knives." The bow was beautiful, but the knives, they were something else. I felt one in my hand and the balance was perfect, that and they were made primarily of a blueish metal with a gold rim, they were absolutely stunning. I touched the tip of them and it pricked me, so they were incredibly sharp too. "Thank you so much, Lúnda, and you, Brok." I equipped them all putting the bow around my body and the knives at my waist. "You are most welcome, Goddess. Remember that favour though, I don't give out expensive bows and arrows for free."

"I will." I also grab my own bag of hacksilver, I had a bit. I lay down a hundred and fourty three hacksilver out of my two hundred and fifty on the table, "A favour for both of you doesn't seem like enough, so I know it's not much but it -"

"It will certainly do." She grabs the money and puts it in her apron. She smiles at me and I smile in return, maybe I just made a new friend, I hope so, Lúnda was nice.

We were about to leave but mother decided we needed to stay, just for a little while. We leave the encampment and explore Vanaheim.

I hope you guys like the cover I've added for this fic and also the story itself. A not so wild Heimdall appears next chapter, so I hope you're all excited.

[theautisticcentre]

Hi there I was wondering if you could do a Freyr X child Reader you can choose the gender

The reader is the child of Freyr after Ragnarok you were so upset that Thy lost their father and Freya comforts Reader until Reader hears a strange sound like whistling Reader run off and Freya follows Reader to let say Midgard and Thy raise their hand up and out of the distance a light was seen as Ingrid came into readers hand the last thing to remember there father by.

OOOOOH, YES! Y/G = Your gender

Things were hard after Asgard fell.

Remnants of Asgard still littered the realms. People were still trying to recover. You had lost so many lives in the battle.

And the one man you could always confide in, your father Freyr, was dead.

You were sitting in the camp you had all made in Midgard when your aunt sat by you. "Been a while since we spoke," she said, as you stayed silent. She didn't blame you for doing so. She knew perfectly why. "Your father...he and I weren't always on the best of terms, but...there's few else I'd rather share my blood with."

That sent a small smile on your face, before you asked, "...How can I live up to him?" Freya just responded, "Y/N, you're one of the toughest Y/G I and he have ever known and cared for. If anyone- anyone -was going to live up to his legacy, it'd be you." You simply hugged your aunt and teared up in her arms.

You both sat there for minutes, your eyes about to shut to sleep...until you heard something.

"You hear that," you asked, to which Freya responded, "I...no, I...don't think so." Then you heard it again. "It sounds like...whistling..." Freya could make it out now. "I...I hear it too."

Suddenly, you gasped. You knew what this was.

Immediately, you rushed out the camp, down to the ground, and rushed to the source of the sound, through snow and ice to where the whistling was loudest...and you saw a bright light in the sky. Like a star. Your aunt followed right behind you as you followed the whistling.

"Y/N, wait! We don't know-"

"I have to try!"

With that, you simply raised your arm to he light, your breath sharper in anticipation and hope...

Which was quickly answered with Ingrid flying into your hand.

Your eyes were fully flowing tears now, in sadness of your father being gone, and now of joy, knowing that no matter what, no matter how the nine realms work...

He'll never truly abandon you.