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heleciacrow · 2 years ago

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Unpredictable Outcome

AU Resurrected Heimdall x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Extended ended :

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

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

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

#heimdall gow #god of war #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #kratos #atreus #credit to silvergoldraeven cause they're awesome writer.

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kiame-sama · 1 year ago

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Could you make more yandere heimdall x reader oneshots? Or maybe make it a series? I really like how you wrote it because reading yandere fics where they're abusive to the reader/ what not kinda gets old and your fic was refreshing to read. 10/10 best yandere fic I've ever read.

Yoke of the Gods- (Yandere!Heimdall x Reader) pt 2.

(Let's be real, flattery like this will get you damn near everywhere with me)

Warnings; Heimdal is a jackass as per usual, Reader is technically under a spell, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, god of war ragnarok spoilers, manipulative behavior, adult themes, dub-con touching, objectification

Inspiration part .5; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/704495622290571264/heimdall-obsessing-over-a-darling-with-some-kind?source=share

(NSFW warning) Part 1; https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/706987664714432512/yoke-of-the-gods-yandereheimdall-x-reader-in?source=share

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"Do you know how much others look at you, how Thor looks at you? Their intent is to take you from me, but I won't let that happen. You are Mine. Only mine..."

Another evening of Heimdal recasting the binding spell keeps him awake. Where he had once needed to recast the incantation every night, he only had to do it every once in a while as his beloved lay sleeping peacefully in his arms. The only one that could hurt him adoring and worshiping him was certainly good for his ego.

Even if he didn't need to reaffirm the spell he would lay awake and talk softly into your ear, arms wrapped around you to keep you with him. Something about the way you showed no intent that he could detect that made him press so close to you at night. As if holding you reassured him that you were still there, you were still his dearest and there was nothing anyone could do to keep him away from you.

He knew he needed to have you swollen with his child and The All-Father will have another loyal warrior. The things his child will do will only make him shine even more in the eyes of The All-Father. Your body was certainly accepting of his advances even as his hands hold you tighter.

Heimdall gently kissed the forming ink on the back of your shoulder as he checked on the spells progress. Though it was a long and twisted spell, it was known to be unbreakable once formed. Soul-binding some may say is extreme, but Heimdall knew an opportunity when he saw one and he was going to grab it with both hands.

He had felt what was once indignation at you touching him, the warmth of your body, the soft crooning of your voice even as you threatened him, but it melted away to adoration. The feeling of that connection with another being though your touch rendered him weak kneed and speechless.

He needed that power for himself and he needed you to come along. To him you were just part of the perks for being The All-Father's favorite. The tattoo symbolizing the spell etched permanently into your skin.

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"I know you didn't want this, but we know how this ends... See you soon"

As soon as Freya was done murmuring the words to Kratos, she departed, leaving the Aseir god to chuckle.

"Oh, we both know that's not true. But don't worry, Frigg! I'll be coming for your and your brother as soon as I am finished here."

Despite the fact that Kratos no longer craved the blood of Gods, his rage played with the idea of just outright killing the man. Mimir- the ever loyal amd helpful companion- called up to Kratos with a barely calm voice. The fate of Kratos' daughter was still uncertain and it is difficult to question a dead god.

"Steady, Brother."

Heimdall laughed at this, holding up his hand as if to cover the fact that he was laughing. The purple eyes seemed to shine and glimmer in a way that looked crazed as he swept his hand around himself as if being a showman.

"It truly is nice to meet you, Ghost of Sparta. After all, it wasn't long ago that I was wondering if I would ever meet my Beloved's father."

"What have you done to her?"

"Nothing that she wasn't enjoying."

Mimir spoke up suddenly, always prone to talking whenever the casual banter lulled. His voice was a mix of rage and fear, trying to look at the Aseir to demand answers from the bastard.

"You had better not have put your filthy hands on her you-"

"I don't consort with traitors, head, and I found a very loyal woman who was being held back by her father. She needed to be set free into my arms, because I am the only one who can keep her safe now."

"Slit his throat, Kratos, I want to see the bastard suffer."

"Ah-ah-ah~ you wouldn't want to take away her one and only love, would you? The second she stepped on Asgard was the second she unlocked her true purpose with me! You don't want to make her hate you, do you? She is so truly... Loyal."

He chuckled, even risking getting within direct range of the Spartan due to his confidence in the battlefield.

"Now, whatcha got?"

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The spear sunk deeply into Heimdall's arm, pinning the man to the stone where he found himself trapped.

"Wait... What is going on in that empty head? Oh no no no no no... You are going to spare Me out of pity?"

The spear still imbedded in his arm kept him stuck to the wall and prevented his movement. As Kratos approached, a sudden shape rushed between the two, defending the Aseir man.

"Release him!"

The voice that pleaded with the Spartan was a familiar one that gave the man hesitation. Laying her head almost pathetically against the chest of the blond, she ensured to keep her father as far away as she could. Her eyes were pleading and begging, wanting the man to be released even if it meant putting herself in harms way.

"Let him go!"

Heimdall was stunned as he had been under the impression that you were not able to leave Asgard without him. Apparently you found a way out of your shared home and straight to Heimdall before Kratos had the chance to kill the arrogant man.

"Brother, she must be under a spell to make her loyal to him-"

"Let my husband go, damn it!"

"Husband? Lass, what in the nine realms are you on about?"

"Lay one more hand on my husband and I will end you."

The hateful hiss that came from you made surprise and shock run through both Mimir and Kratos as you ensured to remain close to Heimdall. Clearly his choice of taking you as his beloved was having more and more benefits even he did not foresee. Judging from the concern in Kratos' eyes and the clear hesitation the man showed, you gave Heimdall a certain level of protection from the infamous god-killing god.

"(Y/n), lass... That is not the kind of man you want to stand by. Aye, he isn't as bad as Thor in many regards-"

"Speak ill of my husband again and I will destroy every shred of you, head."

It was clear none of what Mimir was saying really registered to you and you were deep under whatever kind of spell had been put on you. The hostility that you showed towards the two of them was far out of character for you. They both realized that there was no way to convince you otherwise and their only choice was to play into your delusion.

Kratos was careful to not explode his spear as you could be easily injured by being too close, instead he chose to knock both you and Heimdall unconscious. He set to cradling you in one arm and slinging Heimdall over his shoulder so he could transport the both of you. Though he didn't want to bring Heimdall as well, he knew you would respond poorly to waking without the arrogant Aesir god nearby.

"Brother, I fear this may be too complex of a spell to be removed easily. I vote we take both with us. Perhaps Freya can help cure her."

"And if she cannot be cured?"

"We will get to that when we can. For now, we are to complete our mission here and take them back."

With a soft grunt of acknowledgement, Kratos begrudgingly carried both his dear daughter and the nuisance who enchanted her.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere heimdall #yandere gow ragnarok

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cheesy-mak · 2 years ago

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Not sure if this is what you meant by the kratos x heimdall scenarios, but this was this first idea that popped into my head.

Y'know how kratos is a man of very few words and his vocab is mostly grunts (faye: am I suppose to decipher your grunting?) And how heimdall has a very... colorful language that is centered around sarcasm and dry humor? What about them two trying to figure out their love languages with each other?

Like, since heimdall has probs never felt what love is and has no idea what it means, he gets super self conscious whenever he hears kratos responding to him with his signature grunts? Even if he can read his mind he still can't really pin if kratos truly likes him.

And with kratos, maybe he doesn't understand heimdall's choice of words and stuff like that.

Idk i kinda rambled lol but thats just what I thought. You def do not have have to listen to me but I thought I'd share 😊

LOVE your writing!!!!

I find this adorable for some reason, so let me just write something for this. Its gonna be short but i might continue it

Consider this as the sequel to Humiliation for Pleasure and Mercy (and it's rewritten version which I will finish later on lmfao)

As Kratos carries Heimdall back, he stops for a moment. Heimdall was still fairly limp, but still messy. His outfit had a few tears in them, but what worries Kratos is the stains and leftover liquid. He takes out a small rag that he occasionally uses to clean his weaponry and sits down, laying down Heimdall across his lap, almost cradling him. Heimdall felt small in the god of war's arms, it almost felt calming and protective.

He starts to clean the smaller god, getting stains out of his clothes the best he can, and being gentle when it comes to the leftover liquid that was stuck on his skin. Heimdall reddened at how gentle and soft Kratos was being towards him, feeling his hardened, calloused hands glide on his soft skin shot some sort feeling up his spine.

"Why.. Why are you being so soft to me? After everything I've said to you, and about your son.. Why?" Heimdall is curious about Kratos' intentions, so he looks up to him and looks at him in the eyes. Surprisingly, there isn't anything he could see. "Mn." Kratos murmurs. Heimdall seems a little confused with Kratos' response. "..Why?" He asks once more, and Kratos gives the same response, which confuses Heimdall more.

He picks up Heimdall once more after cleaning him up, and he continues onward to meet up with Freyr, Freya, Atreus and the others. "How do you think the others will react? With me being alive?"

"I suppose they will be surprised and shocked."

"What about your son?"

"Perhaps glad."

"Really?"

"Mnm." Kratos grumbles in an agreeing tone. Heimdall processes that for a moment before nodding.

As they reach nearer and nearer to their destination, where Kratos and the others reside, Heimdall decides to strike up a conversation. ".. Why do you grumble so much?"

"It is apart of the way I converse, I am a man of few words."

"Use so little words, yet uses them wisely. You're an interesting man, Kratos.." Heimdall can't exactly tell if Kratos likes him, or if he just deals with his bullshit, and would kill him if he wanted to. It's confusing him, and he tends to overthink, which makes everything more confusing. It irritates the god of foresight. Heimdall then feels a bit, lightheaded. "..I feel, like I'm going to pass out.. What's happening..? Kratos..—" He attempts to reach out to the god of war out of panic, before his body fully goes limp and ragdoll, him going unconcsious. This was one of the side effects of the medicine that healed Heimdall's wounds from earlier.

Kratos sighs, continuing to traverse further, hoping his companions wouldn't freak out too badly about bringing home an Aesir god.

#god of war ragnarok #gow ragnarok #heimdall #kratos #gow kratos #god of war kratos #kratos god of war #thank you for this ask anon!

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samieree · 2 years ago

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Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök

Heimdall x OC

-> *Chapter 1*

Chapter 2 || Time to see the sun again

She might have had enough space in her cell to walk around a bit, but she had absolutely no strength to get up. She was sitting against the wall and banging her head against it. She didn't even count the time she spent in this place.

Although she could, she once realized that Odin visited her once a month on average. It was the only way she could measure the passing time, because in her cell there was no access to light at all.

If it weren't for those damn chains, she might at least light up her surroundings a bit, but oh well... She couldn't help it. Once, in this damn darkness, she even tripped over a rock.

This day or night - for she had no idea of the time of day, after all - seemed to be just like any other.

However, something began to change. She stopped banging her head against the wall, hearing muffled voices from somewhere beyond the walls. She couldn't understand any of the words, but there was definitely someone near her prison, maybe even right next to her...

Again, those stupid childhood dreams came back to her, that someone would save her, get her out of this nasty place.

Stop it, it'll never happen. You stupid wench, Asgard will fall before you get out of here...

She closed her eyes, even though tears were already spilling out of them. It didn't make sense, no one would come to her aid, her whole family was dead, no need to delude herself...

She didn't even look up when she heard a noise, it must have been all in her head. She finally went crazy from this prison, that time came back to her when she had torn her own throat, screaming in helplessness, and then bursting into tears.

"Damn me..." She didn't open her eyes even hearing someone's voice she thought she recognized. It's only in your head, it's only in your head... "Amaris?"

No, it couldn't just be her imagination. She couldn't imagine that she saw flashes of sunlight, that someone grabbed her arm and crouched in front of her.

The mysterious person took her cheek gently and lifted her face up, which finally raised her gaze.

"I thought they killed you all... Say something, damn it, speak up!" She shook her by the shoulders, wanting to wake her up from the amok in which she seemed to have lost herself.

"Freya?" she finally asked quietly. Only now did she realize how long she hadn't uttered a word. "It seems to me... You... You aren't only in my mind? You are really here?"

"Yes, I'm here..." she said with little smile on her mouth. "Cut the chains, Kratos."

"Who is this? " Whoever Kratos was, he obviously came here with Freya.

"The daughter of my long-dead friends." Freya explained briefly, turning to her companion for a moment. "You're safe now, Ami, don't be afraid." She grabbed her hands, gently stroking the tops of them as if to show her support. At that time, Kratos still wary, approached pulled out the blades, with which he cut the chains binding her hands without any major problems. "Brok and Sindri will be able to get the rest of those handcuffs off by now. Come on, get up. You're free."

Free?

Will she really finally feel the sun's rays on her skin again? Her eyes are so used to the darkness, will she be able to withstand the light of day?

Will... Will she finally be able to get her revenge?

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"Fuck, you look like something the cat dragged in! Where did you find her and who the fuck is she?" Brok expressed himself in his usual manner, trying to get rid of the metal surrounding the dark-haired woman's wrists.

"My name is Amaris." she murmured, wincing as the shackles on one hand finally began to release. "I'm..." she trailed off. She wanted to say that she was the daughter of the gods of Muspelheim, but remembered that her parents were dead. Now she is theoretically the goddess of Muspelheim, there is no one else who can claim that name.

"Mute?" he finished for her, removing the shackles from one wrist to the end, which almost made the girl cry out in pain. "Now you can see why they hold on so fucking tight.”

Well, after all, in order to deprive her of the ability to use her powers, the shackles had to constantly draw it from her. And to do that... They had to be under her skin.

Lots of small needles, right next to each other from the inside of the shackles, left a bleeding mark on her body, making the tattoos on her wrist almost invisible.

"Fuck..." She didn't pay so much attention to Brok's efforts any more, just stared at her hand as it began to... She was beginning to feel it. Sparks jumping between the fingers, yes, that was it. "Haha! Brock wouldn't make it? I can do everything!" he shouted, pleased with the removal of the second shackles. Then he looked down at Amaris' hand, sparks jumping between her fingers. Immediately after, a bright glowing flame appeared above her hand. At the same time, an orange flash passed through her dark eyes. "Okay, it's all fucking clear now! You brought me a damn goddess of fire! I knew that name reminded me of something...!" he shouted, setting aside his tools.

It was... Amazing feeling. After ten years of feeling this unbearable emptiness, of being unable to use her powers at all, she was finally able to use them again. It was a damn good feeling to be able to summon fire again with the snap of her fingers, to feel its warmth on her hand.

She dropped her hand and extinguished the flame as Freya sat down beside her to bandage her bleeding wrists. But it didn't matter anymore, all that pain was nothing compared to the fact that she was free, nothing was holding her back anymore.

"With the help of these herbs, even such old wounds will heal..." Freya said, tying a bandage. She smiled softly as she looked at Ami. "What did Odin want from you, why didn't he kill you? Because I'm guessing he was the one holding you there..."

"I do not know what he wanted..." she replied with a shrug.

"Leave the girl alone now, can't you see how she looks like? An image of misery and despair. Let her wash and settle, I want to find out if it's true what was once said about the gods of Muspelheim. They look as hot as..."

"Brok." Freya interrupted him, admonishing him at the same time.

"Yeah, sure, you could use a wash... and change into some clean clothes..." said Sindri, the one most obsessed with cleanliness of all. "We'll find you something perfect to wear" he said and disappeared.

"Freya..." Amaris began softly, catching her hand. "Odin must pay for what he has done to all of us."

"We won't go to war with Asgard." Kratos said, speaking for the first time since the beginning of this whole conversation.

"You don't have to. But I won't let go that easily. My whole family slaughtered by them like animals, in front of my eyes... After spending so much time in their world, I've come to like them, even trust them... And they treated me like garbage. I won't let go until they pay me back with interest."

There was no talking about peace as long as she was alive. As soon as any opportunity arises, she will be very happy to let them all go up in smoke.

"You know what? I'd let her fuck up the whole As-fucking-gard. After ten years in the dark she deserves something from life."

"I agree." Freya supported the idea. After all, she herself had reason to take revenge on Odin.

"We weren't supposed to lead to war, to ragnarok." Kratos spoke up again, with his usual impassive voice.

"You're saying that to the goddess of fire who's fucking pissed off. You really think a glass of water will be enough to cool her ardor, huh?"

Brok got the point, it's not enough. Nothing will stop her from doing this, they'd have to kill her to stop her. Asgard will burn, and she will watch it with a smile.

Was it certain?

-> Next chapter -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

#heimdall god of war #gow heimdall #heimdall #gow #god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war heimdall #kratos #freya #god of war kratos #god of war freya

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visionsofmagic · 2 years ago

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

| part II. | masterlist

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

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

× wc: 2.4k

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Boi."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm." Kratos said, sounding empathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

end of part I.

thanks for reading u all. <3

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yandere-kokeshi · 11 months ago

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not a request but i just wanted to ask if you have any plans on writing for god of war 🤔 i love what you have so far and your own interpretation so likeeee 😩😩😩 i wanted to know if you plan on writing more about that game in particular 😙

anyway hope you’re having a good day x

Hi! <3, I do have plans for more!

As we're speaking, I'm working on Freya's headcanons + some other ideas that I have brewing. Some requests regarding Kratos, too!

I definitely wanna get into angst and smut, but that'll possibly be another time, lol.

You also have a good day <3!!

#ask #anon <3 #kokeshi!!#kokeshi anons #anonymous #might as well call you GoW anon /hj

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ogcrazylizard · 3 months ago

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Reminder of what he claims to be but isn't at all. BDSM? "Not for me." That's a lie.

Various moments and examples. Most than likely wanted something from me when I wanted to kill myself and said what he said because he still needed me alive and purely just for that.

Harsh? Yeah. Making this up? I wish I was. The end of the world. In emergency room. Sitting on a chair in the hallway. The push to get me paranoid. Then a constant yelling of "Just kill yourself." Repeatedly told in my head by DJ. As did actually try and find a way to kill myself. There's nothing around. Then I saw the elevator. I could just jump off. Get caught by a nurse. Take the needle out of my arm and walk out of the emergency room. Get home still it hasn't ended. Like I said my mom and dad cold shoulder. I intentionally grab a bottle of pills in front of them and go to the bathroom.

The yelling between the two fucktards. Award to the biggest idiot in history of man goes to Donald Moncur. Felipe has on the spectrum excuse. What's yours?

Shitty connections.

Privileges. Do not worry. Like Pennywise the clown said I sing you the bro hym, bro.

Clowns to much. I don't. Gets way too obsessed. You thought I was being obsessive. Check out DJ. You might miss him since he's on the shorter side.

Narc, narc or narc. Yes

Loyalty to what to who? Only himself.

I am more white supremacist/Nazi than white Donald DJ. Does it upset you a Mexican saw all this and you didn't. Wasted money on useless tech. Useless advice on hired advisors. I really did want to tell you all this but we never got a chance to be alone. When we were I had already gone through years of working for months. So I would forget.

Cop narc, narco, and a narcissist, or a flying monkey. Yes.

Narco stuff I have no idea. Didn't care to help you out there. I've come to accept shit happens.

I die. I die. Whatever. My whole story and my work is out there.

I'm a fucking War Boy X

I live. I die. I live again.

youtube

Do tweakers and gossipers ever stop gossiping?

From what I saw no. Fuck your lives are boring as fuck. No wonder you people are constantly in problems. Only talking about others. There a lot of solutions to your problems in a lot of stories out there.

Go and watch Godzilla Minus One. My movie of the year for 2023. Survivors guilt. Many of you need to stop this bullshit.

"You fucken coward. You were supposed to die. Because of you my children died."

Heavy shit. A change of heart in the Japanese younger generation. Not so much the older generation.

https://youtu.be/r7DqccP1Q_4?si=1-94cYpZ2SeM1IIq

You all failed as parents. No one else's fault. Not the drugs, not the dealer, not the friends, not their partner, not God, not society. You both as parents failed your child. You are leaders. It's always the leaders fault if anything goes wrong. Of course use your fucken head and know when to recognize and realize some things are out your and other people's control. Still not living your happiness starts breeding bad energy not just in you but also the feeling of resentment in your family. That attracts the universe to certain disasters since whatever is in that area is not adapting and changing.

"I rather get wounded by a friend than to get a kiss from the enemy"

https://youtu.be/ymZ0d5j-e3k?si=VJnY7Xb6anca-VUC

[Side note: Kratos powers derives of Dynosis Tragedy. Mimir and Freya here are both partially lying to Kratos. It was just an emotional outburst. To something else. Perhaps just reliving a nightmare.

Kratos did have a hand in his illness but also later in the game their connection grew stronger. When Freya shows up again they both go into a defensive stance.]

Oh yeah back to DJ.

What do you look for in a sexual partner? Can you do the same for the sexual partner.

No.

Most of my dating profile says

"chill guy here. Go with the flow. Enjoy watching and jerking off to porn." Usually a welcome surprise.

He wants someone laid back. He isn't laid. Constantly on guard. Comes and goes quick. Non pushy just means someone who he can easily manipulate.

"Open minded but comfortable with who they are sexually."

That's a bit redundant.

Sucks. That I fit all these things he looks for in a sexual partner.

Feels like he was not attracted to me. Feels super weird just sitting there. Hardly anyone ever talked to me.

Watching the time go by. Into hours. Seeing him on cam4 early on was fun. Then it just fed into my insecurities. Why does he never do any of that with me?

Then it was just me breaking down in the bathroom. Again from the start I knew he was on cam4, seen him many times with other people, knew he enjoyed fucking around. It never hurt back then.

I hate how I have these flashes of memories of what I would do if we were in a relationship. So I write. That's all i can do. Living this fantasy. Because you were my little dreamer.

The right moment was forever long ago. I say that I am gone.

This next part I had already written in my journal.

The End Pearl Jam

We never had dreams. We never made plans. We never promised to be more than friends. For we have come and gone. We, well I've changed as does everything. Whether we notice it or not. I still want to grow old. I have. I have lived well beyond my mortal years in dreams And fantasies. Always finding myself in that well of hopeless nights. Spotless/Shy Prince by Zack Bryan/Lumineers/Lizandro Corazon.

Turn on the TV (The American Dream )

Act like you don't see me (I believe in you)

Tell me everything is okay

(I believe in me I believe in us)

My mother is a saint (Mother always a sinner)

And told me if I wait (Telling me I ain't a saint)

Everything meant to be will stay

Well I'm a believer

Let me walk this road alone

Call me a sinner

Just means I'm a believer

Fuck her prayers only filled me with aggression

I pray this lonely road stays

I aint spotless neither is you

For once in my life

I'm gonna see it through

If you want spotless ill always win

I want love lover I want the lie

All this time and all these lives just for him?!

Praying our Angels would come every hopeless night

Your heart knows deeper seasons than my eyes will ever know

I'm a self destructive land slide if you want to be the hill

(Just remember where i stood)

I aint spotless neither is you

For once In my life I'm gonna see it through

If you want to stay that's fine by me

Everything meant to be is bound to stay

Remember jumping in the pool when we was fully clothed in august

We were soaking choking smoking in my old shitty apartment

Well I'm a believer

Let me walk this road alone

Call me a sinner

Just means I'm a believer

I aint spotless neither is you

For once In my life

I'm going to see it through

If you want spotless, I'll always win

You gave me your love lover you gave me the lie

I was alone you were betting on a winner

I was calling your white lie

You held everyone to their word never to your own words

I can't stop this neither can you

For once in my life I'm down to see it through

If you want spotless I'll always win

You gave me your love lover you gave me the lie

Maybe there is no mistakes.

#marvel #god of war #Godzilla #Youtube

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borzoia · 10 months ago

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Before You Request,

I will NOT write for the following

Male and Male bodied reader, "Taboo" kinks, Any kink that involves bodily waste, (eg, sc/t, farts) Kratos x Freya,

Before You Ask,

Don't be scared to add plenty details, if sending a mini fic in my asks gets your idea across, send it! I am a very private person, so If an ask makes me uncomfortable I'll ignore it, sending multiple asks of the same content will not encourage me to write.

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cain-speaks · 1 year ago

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,,, LMK x GOW au. scrumptious... not sure what the EXACT roles would be, but so far i'm thinking:

Pigsy as Kratos

Tang as Mimir

MK as Atreus

Wukong as Sindri

Macaque as Brok (note: that means they would be SWK and SEM would be depicted as brothers)

Azure as Odin

i could also do Wukong as Odin and Macaque as Freya (this would make Wukong a bad guy and depict SWK and SEM as exes), or maybe LBD as Odin and Wukong as Freya (which would make for a weird relationship between them rip).

but idk,, just ideas,,

#cain speaks #[ 🧨 ]#cain bullshits #[ 🌹 ]#lego monkie kid au #monkie kid au #lmk au #mei and redson could be angrboda and thrud respectively #depending on what i do #and DBK could be thor #so...#perhaps...

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grievedeeply · 2 years ago

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the less time, the better.

pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: as the child of the greek god of war, kratos— you've fought your fair share of enemies. you've prepared yourself for anything, including an obnoxious aesir god who thinks he knows better.

notes: you are already an adult by the events of god of war (2018), and you are the child of kratos and faye. you were not as affected by not knowing your godhood to the extent atreus was. odin invites you to asgard, NOT atreus.

when you set out to spread your mother's ashes at the tallest peak, you made it your goal to protect your brother from anything that may come across. your father, kratos, insisted that there would be bigger threats out there during your youth. you never doubted him. when your mother died, you realized that his words rang truer than you ever expected them to.

years later, you swear you've seen everything.

the more you travelled, the more you saw and the more knowledgeable you became. you learned quickly, how to take on enemies of all different types and sizes. it became a second nature to you, something that took little to no thought to complete. your mind connected every step together with no effort, and it was wonderful to feel strong.

atreus grew into a strong, capable young man and you couldn't be prouder. he became taller, and it nearly brought you to tears. your baby brother was growing up quicker than you would've preferred him to.

with the death of baldur and the beginning of fimbulwinter, things were looking dire. freya was beginning to show herself more often, putting your family in a risky position. living on midgard in those conditions weren't ideal, but home was always going to be home.

thor and odin showing up at your doorstep made things worse. odin had proposed that you visit asgard— see all it has to offer and more.

of course, you denied without missing a beat. your father was out there somewhere, fighting his son. you wouldn't forget everything he did to mimir— to freya. you knew better. of course you did. why would odin invite you to asgard if he didn't need something from you? his goal would always be to manipulate, to deceive.

it was only when things started getting dire that you even considered visiting.

"i'm thinking about going to asgard," you spoke up after a bite of your food. you weren't too sure what it was. týr had made it, with the help of atreus. you were happy for your brother. he had clearly looked up to him, even though he wasn't as much of a help as you hoped he would be.

your father only looked up at you, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw atreus' worried face. "no." your father replied, his voice as cold as the lands of niflheim.

you knew he would say that. you fell silent. you didn't want to go, but you felt as if the situation called for it. "i'll be a pair of eyes on the inside." you reasoned with pursed lips. you knew it would be difficult to convince him to agree with you, but you didn't need his permission. you were an adult. a capable one, at that.

"i said no."

you bit at the inside of your cheek, glancing over at týr— who sat awkwardly at the other end of the table. your gaze shifted to brok, who clearly wasn't paying attention, happily munching on his food.

"that isn't a good idea." you heard freya's voice call out from her room, and you let out a sigh. "maybe not. but i feel like i should try." you muttered, your voice still heard through the silence of the home. what other option was there? you were at a dead end. everything you've found ended up being nothing. if you were going to find answers, they would be in asgard.

"all odin does is lie," she continued after a pause, "and manipulate. i know better than anyone."

"she is right, y'know." mimir said, and you felt your heart weigh heavy. "you learn a lot about a man after bein' tortured by em every day." he let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

"all we're finding now are dead ends. we need something real." you said, turning your eyes back to your father. his expression didn't change. it hardly ever did.

"we need you alive. we need you.. safe." he replied without a moment's hesitation. he cared about you. you knew that, and hearing the desperation in his voice made that even clearer.

you decided to end the conversation there. you wouldn't convince him to let you go, but you reassured yourself. you were an adult. you were allowed to make your own decisions, even if they were dangerous ones. you ate your meal in silence, coming up with a plan to leave that night.

you forced yourself out of bed, slipping on your coat— making sure to take your key of yggdrasil with you. your grabbed your weapons and crawled out of the window in your room, sneaking around the back of sindri's house towards the gateway.

"where are you going?"

you closed your eyes tightly, turning on your heel to be met with the fuzzy face of ratatoskr. "out." you replied, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. he shook his head, scampering towards you. "you look.. nervous, master y/n." he continued, not taking your answer seriously. "is there something the matter?"

his concern did put a smile on your face, but you shook your head. "it's nothing. just.. don't tell anyone i went out, okay? i don't want them freaking out over it."

he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, but he nodded. "if that is what you wish. do stay safe, yes?" he looked up at you with a stern expression for a squirrel, and you chuckled. "i will. i'll be back, okay?" you said, returning your attention to the gate. you lifted the key to it, setting your destination to midgard, you pushed open the door and stepped onto the branches of the world tree.

'i'll be back.'

your words rang through your mind like a torturous song. would you be back anytime soon? had you lied to him? all he had done was show you kindness..—

it was bigger than ratatoskr. would you be back to see your father? your brother? freya, freyr, brok and sindri? their faces flashed through your mind, and you shook your head. what did you have to worry about? you were a guest. they wouldn't try to kill you.

maybe you did lie to him. maybe you were making the biggest mistake of your life by thinking this was a good idea, but it felt like the only option. you were doing what you thought was best. you pushed away the guilt that was eating at your mind and continued down the path, waiting for the doorway to open.

being stuck with your own thoughts wasn't something you enjoyed very much, you learned. you pushed the door open with your hip, gripping at your sword. you knew hel-walkers would show up sometime soon and it was better to be prepared. you learned that from your father.

you shivered. this was a bad idea.

you didn't know where you were, and you didn't know how to get to asgard. odin never told you how— so you stood in the middle of the forest and called out for his ravens, huginn and muginn.

"i want to go to asgard!" you said, voice clearly showing your frustration. "no one knows i'm out here!" you continued, your shoulders slumping when there was no response.

that was, until there was.

a large swarm of ravens surrounded you, flying around you. their feathers were everywhere, and your vision was blocked by the sheer amount of them. it took a few moments, and then—

you were cold.

the water made you even colder with the added frost from midgard you carried with you, and you cringed at the feeling. you pulled yourself to shore, your arms getting tired from all of the work you'd had to do to get to that point already. so much walking— it felt as if your legs were going to fall off.

you coughed, laying down in the dirt for a few moments to catch your breath. "seriously.." you spoke breathlessly to yourself, pulling yourself to sit up. as soon as you opened your eyes, all of your efforts to catch your breath were put to waste.

it was beautiful. different shades of greens and blues, birds of all sorts flying above you. in the distance, you could see snow capped mountain ranges. you were surrounded by uninhabited highlands. the bridge above you stretched thousands of miles, and you swallowed. it was gorgeous, but the severity of your actions were only just starting to set in.

you walked for what felt like forever, a massive wall obstruction your vision to anything behind it. this was asgard. you knew that well enough.

"figured asgard would be safer than this," you grumbled to yourself as you killed yet another nightmare. the plains were filled with dangers, and your fathers words from your childhood echoed through your mind.

'there will be greater threats.'

the thought of him now was calming. you hung onto it for as long as you could as you walked, your eyes glued onto the massive wall in front of you. it was covered in large, rusted nails. hrimthur did build the wall. you thought of the flaw he had supposedly put in place, and you suddenly regretted not asking freya what he had told her earlier. you pushed it aside. regretting the past does nothing for the future.

you made it to the bottom of the wall, hands at your hips as you stared up at it. it looked easy enough to climb, so long as you don't look down. you felt weak already, but you figured you could make it.

with a deep breath, you forced yourself to begin the climb. as you expected, it wasn't too hard. your hands were sore from the rock, but you found spots that were easy enough to grab and hold onto. your legs ached, but the adrenaline kept you going.

the feeling of solid ground made you laugh in joy, and you decided to revel in it for a few seconds. you looked down and across the plains and at the mountains in the distance. you saw a village below you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. you noticed it when you passed through, but you saw no one. perhaps you were too focused on the task at hand.

your brother would've stopped. the thought made you chuckle. he was too kind. you wished he were with you. you sighed. you were doing this for him— for your father.

with a grunt, you pulled yourself up an awkward part of the wall, practically walking up the section adjacent to you. you extended your hand, finally feeling the top of the wall. you were so close. you inhaled and..—

the feeling of a hand wrapped around your wrist made you look up, and you were met with the face of a man. blonde, tall— eyes purple and strangely beautiful. "hello." he said, and you raised an eyebrow. what was he doing up here, anyway? there were people who monitored this thing?

"what part of the enormous wall made you think, 'oh. visitors must be welcome!'" he spoke sarcastically, looking down at you coldly. "well, there wasn't a gate. so." you replied, slight laughter escaping your lips as you looked up at him. he rolled his eyes.

"i was sent for," you continued after a moment of silence, "by odin." your voice was loud enough for him to hear you over the wind, and he raised an eyebrow. "the allfather sent for you?" he chuckled dryly, a cocky smile on his lips, "then why are you out there.. and not in here?"

"i wish i knew." you shot back, "let's ask him." you proposed, trying to put a friendly smile on your face. you could feel yourself slipping from his grasp, and you had nothing to hold onto. your shoulder was going to pop out of its socket if he didn't pull you up soon.

"what could odin.. king of the aesir, possibly want with the likes of you?" he spat out. his tone was gentle, but filled with venom. "that's between me and him." you told him.

silence, again.

"so.. think you can pull me up?"

"i don't think i will. i think, actually— i'll just drop you." he let you slip even further out of his grasp, and your feet searched for anything below you to hang onto. "wait, wait, wait— please," you pleaded but your words went unnoticed to him.

your other hand desperately grabbed onto his wrist, "think of what the allfather would say.. finding out you killed his guest. y/n of the jötnar.."

his jaw clenched, but his eyes looked down at your hands at his wrist. "the jötnar?" he chuckled just as sarcastically as he had before, "enemy of my people?"

"i am not your enemy."

his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought he was going to drop you anyways. he groaned, standing up and pulling you with him. you laid on the ground for a few seconds and he stood above you with crossed arms. "i will be the judge of that." he said in response to your previous statement, and you let out a sigh of relief.

pushing yourself up to your feet, you noticed the horn that hung from his hip. this was heimdall. of course he would be the one patrolling up here. the less time you spent with him, the better it would be for you.

"we don't have all day." his voice cut you out of your thoughts, and you nodded. your feet kicked at the rocks underneath you, following a few steps behind him. you noticed the braids in his hair, and the patterns in his clothes. he was loved by these people. you could tell that much.

"now, feel free to drink in the splendor of asgard's beauty. it is a rare sight for outsiders.. especially giants." you rolled your eyes. all aesir really were the same— but he seemed cockier. more full of himself. you walked past a pouch laying on the ground, and you resisted the urge to pick it up. you knew he would lay into you for it.

"ask your questions, already." heimdall pulled the switch, making the platform the two of you stood on move down towards the town below you. "i don't have any questions." you shrugged with pursed lips, looking over at him. he fell silent for a moment, "everyone does. ask them."

you chuckled, "you're not used to people saying no to you, are you?" he said nothing in response, and you raised your eyebrows, amused. you decided to keep quiet. you didn't want to get too playful with him. you wanted to keep him away from you— to avoid being suspicious.

"we are here. off." he gestured for you to step off of the platform, and he moved ahead of you again. he led you down a flight of wooden stairs, that had clearly been made with care. you looked around. asgard was beautiful. you wouldn't deny it. his eyes lit up at the sight of a creature across the small area you'd stepped into, and if it were anyone else you would've thought it sweet.

you tuned him out as he spoke to the animal, and you looked up at the clouds. no signs of fimbulwinter, as far as the eye could see. "are you coming?" his impatient voice rang out from behind you. he had mounted the animal, and he moved his head as a way to tell you to get on behind him. you pulled yourself up, and a set of doors opened.

"it's beautiful." you decided to say, realizing that the silence was beginning to get more awkward. "obviously." he said back to you, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. "i'm being genuine." you told him, able to tell that he didn't believe you, given his body language. "right." heimdall replied, taking on a tone that almost sounded like he were trying to tease you. you shook your head, deciding the silence was better.

"the great lodge— which the allfather built with his bare hands." he informed you, and you nodded. "impressive." you complimented, assuming that your words would help him see you in a more positive light. you knew that he hated the jötnar, as every aesir would presumably. you thought about your mother. you sighed to yourself.

he stopped in his tracks, hopping off of the animal. he slapped it's rear end, bucking you off and making you land in the mud. "what was that for?" you groaned, wiping the mud out out of your eyes. "helmets! i have a practice dummy for you." he called out to the einherjar, who eagerly jumped out in front of you, ready for battle.

"i thought we were going to odin!"

"change of plans," heimdall chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. "you do have treacherous intent. i am not letting you anywhere near the allfather."

you let out a frustrated grunt as you swung your sword, dodging another one of their bifröst attacks. after a few minutes that felt like hours, all of them had been eliminated.

"my turn." he jumped down off of the animal and walked towards you, a cocky smile on his lips as his eyes met yours. you sighed, and he took a quick step at you, only for you to move out of the way.

you adjusted yourself— took a deep breath and..

you opened your eyes. he had lost his footing when you swung and fell back onto the ground. his breathing was shaky, his gaze glued to the fabric of his shirt— torn apart by your blade. he glanced up at you, his mouth agape as he did so. "what..?" he muttered to himself, his gaze desperately flicking between you and his tattered clothing, hoping as though he thought you would have the answers he searched for.

"sorry.. about the- about the shirt." you spoke quietly. you sheathed your sword. he was beaten. there was no need to continue. your weapon tore right through his clothes, and you could see the blood on his abdomen.

his head turned toward you at the speed of light, his face bright red, but he said nothing to you. he slowly forced himself onto his feet, not blinking the entire time. he averted his gaze from you. as soon as he was standing, he turned on his heel and left you alone in front of odin's home.

all you could do was watch him leave. it was for the best, anyways.. right?

why was his heart beating so fast?

heimdall rushed to his quarters, digging through his drawers to find a replacement shirt while his current one gets fixed by the seamstresses.

why was his heart beating so fast?

he could feel it— pounding against his ribcage like there was no tomorrow. your face popped into his mind. the smile you gave him while you were hanging off of the wall, the look in your eyes as he walked towards you. you weren't afraid, no.. no, you were confident in yourself.

what was it that let you hit him?

he was embarrassed. he knew that. he had never been touched by anyone else in a fight before, and the thought of a giant being the one to do it made him angry at himself.

what was it about you? were you special, somehow? immune to his powers?

no. you weren't. he knew that.

did he let you hit him?

no. he didn't. why would he?

why was his heart beating so fast?

he thought of you. he shook his head. no— not a giant. a giant couldn't make him feel this way. it was your father that had killed baldur, magni and modi. you were there. you had to have been there. you had to have seen it all. this wasn't right. why was he thinking of you this way?

he lifted his hands to his hair, tugging at it harshly, forcing his breads out with a clenched jaw. he could still feel the blood seeping through the bandage that covered his wound.

not a giant. right?

why was his heart beating so fast?

your smile, your eyes— no, no, no, no.

his arms fell to his sides, and he looked down at the torn fabric of his shirt, defeated.

not a giant.. right?

AHEM. i wrote this in one sitting. hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want a part two because i'm so down to write it if this does well enough <3 their story doesn't have to end here i'm telling yall right now!!

shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea!! i immediately fell in love with the thought of heimdall being head over heels for someone because they beat him somehow. i hope i did this justice!! please reblog and leave comments!! it really helps me out a lot!!

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