#mimir tattoo

[by-milaries]

doodling Mimih

[moniehon]

Presenting my firstborn child to the world, here's Miri!! (haven't posted him on here bc I'm nervous to post original stuff but wjdhdjsj)

[angstandhappiness]

CUTE

ATREUS PAGE ft. friends, family, and mfing Heimdal

[gallapiech]

Give it up for art post number 3 for Highway of Hedoism!

[READ IT HERE]

+ some bts stuff because i enjoyyyyy doing that :)

Not much to comment on this one lol, it's a little rough I suppose. I think I prioritized quantity over quality here and that's definitely something I would've done differently if I could go back in time.

I'm still not sure it gets the image across? I hope it does. Sorry if it doesn't ehe...

I don't actually have a sketch for the outside one! I made it pretty fast and in one sitting lol.

a mimir. I loooove parallels! When we were discussing moments to be drawn I thought it would be really nice to have a little nod to their first time sharing a bed and seeing how much their relationship has changed over their journey!!

One of the issues I ran into while working on these is my struggle to keep the style consistent enough lol. ofc artists are their own biggest critics so maybe it bothers me more than it bothers everyone else ehe. In the end I do really like this one! Maybe a bit too cartoony? I hope it's not too distracting LOL!

I remember when we just started working on this I had asked Rory if they could get matching tattoos because I looooove that. But she was one step ahead of me and had already planned it hehehe ♥ We discussed some possibilities of their spelling qualities before settling on the current ones. I hope you enjoy the shoddy linework LOL I made sure to write them both with my non dominant hand. I also thought it would be funny if Ian wrote his name and then thought "fuck wait, i gotta add C for Clayton." And then quickly tried to squeeze it in. 🤣 (Also, once again me forgetting about clothing. Thank you Rory for reminding me about the bathrobe 🙏

Yeah. uh. I think mickey looks nice in this one :)

I think there will be one more art post after this one! The last one,,, aaahh! The end is nearing. I hope you're all enjoying the fic! I've been immensely enjoying reading everyone's reactions to it! Thank you so much for all your kind words ♥

[whackk-kermitt]

Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her? 

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!” 

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine. 

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone. 

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can. 

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

Not proof read.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Tyr: "and your friend is?"

Mimir: "His name is Kratos."

Tyr: "Kratos. I know that name. I'm sure it will come back to me."

Tyr: goes to check on his vault with artifacts from different lands

Tyr: finds broken vase

Tyr: sees drawing of dude with blades and red tattoos

Tyr:

Art by @miyaneatworld

[amethystmoonart]

Angrboda & Atreus

Plus a spying Kratos and Mimir

I love these two cuties so much! Like Atreus’ heart was snatched as soon as he saw her, and it’s so adorable. I love that the two of them draw, like they are just so perfect in every way. Anyone want to see Faye and Kratos?

Side note: I wanted to show more of Atreus’ tattoos, so I put what is normally on his right side on the left side.

[lieutenantbiscute]

“Closest I can think of is Thamur’s.”

Mimir wrinkled his nose. “Ach, I was afraid you’d say that.”

Atreus tilted his head. “What’s wrong with Thamur?”

“Well, he’s dead,” Loki replied.

Kratos huffed at the comment. He started pushing the boat off the beach.

“There’s a chisel embedded into his skull,” Loki continued. He pulled out a cord of leather from his pocket and started twisting it in his hands to warm it up. “The chisel is too big for our purposes, but we can chip off a piece. But we’d have to break the ice first—the whole area was frosted over when he died.”

Lie by Omission by @lazuliquetzal , Chapter 4 - ‘The Trickster’

I really really recommend this fic guys please I’m begging y’all— click for better quality!!

EDIT: in light of recent chapter notes (chpt. 10) I’ve edited out Loki’s chin tattoo, as well as added more detailing to the water and have reworked the background!

[charalysis]

GoW: Modi

I am certain by now a handful have seen my replies to that post about Modi from another poster, but I would like to take the time to put together a comprehensive post about my opinions on Modi, my personal analysis, and general thoughts. Without too many "what ifs" about his potential as a person or character, and minimal speculation where possible.

So in this post we will be looking at Modi's presentation of himself in the 2018 game, what others say of him in Ragnarok, and his relationships with family as are observable in game. I will be injecting my personal views on the character, obviously, similar to the Magni post.

When we are introduced to Modi alongside his older brother Magni. Physically, Modi is the smaller of the two, having inherited less of the physical giant qualities than Magni. However, between them, Modi is basically a copy of Thor. His hair, eyes, and build come right from Thor, for better or worse. Usually worse, it seems.

Modi is very much the stereotype of an ignored middle child, with the high achievement older brother, and baby princess sister. Modi is mentioned last repeatedly by Thor, and I do fully believe that it has something to do with how he looks, and not necessarily his behavior.

It's repeatedly mentioned that Magni was the favored son, getting all the credit for rescuing Thor from rubble, when it was both him and Modi. Magni was the heir to Mjolnir for the longest time, being stronger, smarter, and generally "Better" than Modi. Part of this is because Magni is "blonder", according to Mimir. I mentioned in my Magni post that this favoritism could come from association to Sif, who was likely seen as a fine addition to the family, and her being blonde made others associate the blonde Magni with her.

Modi looking like Thor and bearing what seems to be the brunt of the abuse from Thor could be tied together. Modi even tries to emulate his father's clothing and tattoos. Even the mace he has, which is not a typical Norse weapon, if it was at all, mimics the appearance of Mjolnir.

Thor has intense feelings of self hate, referring to himself often as a destroyer, and he even says all he's good for is "pissing mead and killing".

Modi possibly reminds Thor of himself.

The disdain he feels towards Modi is likely not really about Modi himself, and more about Thor. Because it does seem he loved Modi, even if he couldn't express it due to his own hang ups.

It's clear Modi admires his father, dressing similar to him, styling his hair and beard similar to his, trying to emulate his hammer as best he can... And it seems up to the end, he was trying to make Thor see him and appreciate him and his efforts.

We also need to look at Modi's upbringing.

Thor and Sif were absent in the boys' childhoods from what we understand. They were drunk and abusive (Sif and Thor do recall kinder memories with the boys when they were young, but generally they seemed to be absent). This likely left Magni, a child himself, to fend for himself and tend to Modi. Modi likely spent a good chunk of his childhood with Magni.

He does clearly love his brother, panicking and being distraught when Magni is killed, implying they're somewhat close, at least for Modi.

Being raised by another child wouldn't have given Modi a good foundation for emotional regulation, which could very well explain his poor emotional control post Magni's death (along with fear around Thor's reaction of course).

However, being basically raised by Magni likely meant he was also abused by him, as Magni would likely try to imitate what Thor did, for better or worse. On top of the abuse he suffered growing up, Odin ensured the environment he grew up in wasn't a free one. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if Modi, and by extension Magni of course, were subjected to very strict rules by Thor because of Odin. Odin did not like his grandsons, calling them useless in the first interaction we have with him in the game.

It's quite likely Modi had severe control issues.

Living in the shadow of your older brother, having to do what he and your parents demand, being beaten repeatedly... It's not surprising to me that Modi seems aimless and a little lost after Magni dies. And it would explain his decision to attempt to kidnap Atreus and force him to be his new brother.

Modi wanted someone he could control for once, someone small and vulnerable like he was as a child. Because you know Thrúd was off limits in that regard.

Thor would have killed Modi had Modi done anything beyond brotherly teasing and messing about. (For the record, I think Modi treated Thrúd well, given the fact that it seems she misses him. I think Modi saw his tiny sister and wanted to be for her the brother he didn't have growing up. Modi's intentions, perceived or no, with Atreus as "his new brother" are formed in terror and heightened emotion.)

Fear seems to actually be a major component in Modi's character.

Let's examine his weapons and fighting style first.

Modi sports the mace and shield. The mace rarely is used in actual attacks, aside from lighting. He primarily bangs on the shield with it to summon his lighting and presumably to taunt. Where Magni charges in, Modi seems to try and keep his distance and remain defensive. Lighting lands sporadically around him, adding yet another shield of sorts to hide behind. He does not like facing things head on like his brother. I'd even argue that in the fight with him and Magni, he uses Magni as a shield to get to Atreus, letting the older Aesir attack Atreus's shield, Kratos.

We can also examine this defensive behavior in how he talks to others.

He's wildly, and even unnecessarily abrasive. He seems to enjoy goading people, particularly Atreus when face to face with the boy. He seems to put up a front of being confident and cocky, but I don't think he really is. It's more likely he's emulating the older or more favored relatives around him. Thor's combat confidence (which is well earned on Thor's part because he is a tough one to fight), Baldur's taunts and goading, and possibly even something of Magni's cockiness.

In his last moments, in his second to last encounter, when Magni dies... In those moments we see the facade slip. We see him for what he is: a cowering little boy.

Tl;Dr: Modi, like Magni, is a victim of abuse. There is no denying that, especially as one of his last experiences was being beaten by his father. But he was just as willing and likely to perpetuate the abuse because it's what he knew and he wanted to take out his grievances on someone smaller than him. He's a brat and a bit of a creep. But it is also very likely that inside, he is just a kid trying to emulate his idol, his father

[kiame-sama]

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.

[dogg-teethh]

i AM ready to hear about your huldra brothers blues brothers vision and if i'm not then i'm prepared to be thrown in the deep end

i’m so glad to hear :,)

(continues to make this long ass post about the most hyper-specific thing i’ve ever thought of)

the sillies. the guys. the dudes. they deserve to live a little 80’s comedy life. and they have the classic blues brothers jake and elwood tattoos

⬆️this is literally them

lúnda love in this au because she’s a sweetie pie.

i just KNOW heimdall and odin (the aesir in general) are those fucking cops trying to arrest them the whole damn movie

and mimir, kratos, atreus, freya, freyr, tyr, durlin, and raeb are all somewhere too idk where but they’re in there i WILL figure out a way

listen ok just pretend this all works and makes sense please just let me have this 🙏

[queer-irritator]

A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 3

Content Warnings: Talk of illness, loss, alcohol, and mention of suicide.

Word Count: 1,064

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

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“So, you were about to explain how you’re still alive?” Mimir questioned.

“That’s right.” You said, mentally preparing yourself to tell your story.

 “It wasn’t too long after you had left, Mimir, I became sick. I was having pain that was only increasing day by day, soon it was almost impossible to walk. I searched through every book I could get my hands on. Then, after months of searching, I found what I was looking for.” You paused to take a bite of food, then continued. 

“I found a spell that would cure me. I was so distracted by joy that I didn’t heed the warnings of the spell. It came with a heavy price. So, I cast the spell, and it worked. I was no longer in pain.” Your hand came up to your neck, where a tattoo of runes went around it. 

“I began to read further about the spell. It clarified that it could not cure mental ailments, which was fine with me.” Your hand moved up to your right temple, another rune is printed vertically going from your temple to just above your jaw. 

“And then I read the terms of the spell… It required me to give up my joy. My entire life. My family… I would be banished from my home realm, unable to contact any family. The only circumstance that would allow me back into the realm is when the last person in my family who had any memory of me had died.” You sniffled slightly, sucking in tears that threatened to fall. You opened the wine and poured some for yourself and for Kratos. 

“So, that’s how I’m still here. I can’t be harmed. I can’t die… trust me.” You concluded your story and took a sip of your wine.

“(Y/n),” Mimir started, “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. It was a long time ago now.”

“I’m sorry too. That must have been so hard, and lonely.” Atreus empathized with you.

You gave Atreus a sad smile, “It was… but thank you. You’re a sweet kid.”

“How do you know?” Kratos questioned you. 

“What?” You didn’t know what he was referring to. 

“You said you cannot die. How do you know?” He clarified.

“Oh, well… when you lose your whole world, you tend to not want to live. I had tried to end my life.” You explained.

“I see…” Kratos trailed off, his eyes moving back and forth, like he was remembering something.

You stood up, “It’s gotten quite late. I should be heading home. It was loving meeting you Atreus, and..” You had just realized that Atreus’ father had never introduced himself. 

“Kratos.” Atreus finished your sentence for you, “My father’s name is Kratos. But… It’s really dark out, and there’s usually draugr out this time of night.”

 Atreus looked over to his father, who was no longer distracted by his own thoughts. 

“They can stay the night, right Father?” Atreus asked. 

“Oh, that’s really not necessary-“ you started.

“That is fine.” Kratos interrupted you as he stood up. “The Wild Woods are dangerous after dark.” He looked to Atreus. “Get ready to sleep.” He instructed his son. 

Atreus nodded his head and went to a small bed at the far end of the cabin and began to put his armor and weapons away.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly to Kratos. 

Kratos turned his attention to you, “It is thanks… for the food.”

You nodded, “Alright.” You picked up your cup from the floor and finished your drink and looked around for a spot to clean the dishes.

“Here.” Kratos extended his hand, asking you for your cup, “I will take care of it. You should sleep. Take the bed.”

You handed your cup to Kratos and started to deny his offer, “Oh no, I couldn’t take your bed. You’ve already offered too much.”

Kratos grunted at you with a hint of annoyance. 

“I… I will take the bed. Thank you.” You quickly moved past Kratos, brushing up against his arm slightly as you scooted past him and walked over to the larger bed, adjacent to Atreus’. 

The spot on your arm that had made contact with Kratos’ was warm, no wonder he wasn’t bundled in furs, he’s a human heater. You sat on the bed and took off your shoes and yawned, it had been an eventful evening.

Atreus had finished washing his face and climbed into bed, “Goodnight (y/n).” 

You smiled at him, “Goodnight Atreus.” 

He turned on his side and pulled his blanket over his head.

You turned your attention to Kratos, he had put away the rest of the food in the basket and set it on the table, and now he was just finishing washing the cups. The feeling of sleep was beginning to wash over you. You laid down in the bed and placed the blanket over yourself. The bed smelled woodsy, with a touch of musk, it was comforting. Soon enough you were off to sleep.

(Third POV)

Mimir spoke softly to Kratos, “You all right, brother?”

“Yes.” Kratos replied flatly, putting the cups away.

“Just seemed like something was on your mind when (y/n) finished their story.” “It is of none of your concern.”

At least Kratos wasn’t flat out lying to his friend. Truthfully, he had memories of his own come up while (y/n) shared their story. It was all too familiar; losing your family, feeling lost, trying to end your life, but even failing at that. 

Kratos looked over to the beds, seeing that (y/n) and Atreus were already fast asleep. He couldn’t help but think of Faye. Seeing another person in his bed was no longer a familiar scene since she had died. His heart no longer ached when thinking of his late wife. He would always love Faye, but he was also adjusting to a new normality of life. Finding a partner wasn’t ever on Kratos’ mind. Even when he met Faye, he didn’t foresee the future they would have. He didn’t have time for a new relationship, even if he wanted one. It wasn’t possible, at least that’s what he told himself. Kratos put out the candles around the cabin, then sat on the floor next seat Mimir was on. He knew his sleep would be filled with nightmares, so he decided to stay awake.

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My DnD OC, Althorr the Utgardian. He's a Drow Elf Ancestral Guardian Barbarian. He was adopted by a Norse tribe of Barbarians from a region called Utgard.

I used references for the rune tattoos on his body. According to the guide I found online, the arrow pointing up on his abs is called "Teiwaz"which symbolizes Victory, Masculine Gods, and used as a Warrior Rune. The crooked H on his chest is prnounced "Hagalaz", which symbolizes Air and Transformation. So basically, it's a prayer to "Transform" to a "Masculine" god, kinda like a magical based HRT.

The tattoos on his biceps are Thorns, which are the symbol for the norse god Thor, who Althorr is named for. The Rune on his eyepatch is the symbol for Odin or Wotan.

More lore under the cut

Backstory:

Althorr was a foundling who was rescued as an infant from the harsh elements by a pair of hardy Norsemen from the Utgard tribe. His parents' corpses were found huddled around him trying the best they could to shield him from the cold. Other than being Drow Elves, there were no indications as to why they were there; the best guess is that they lost their way in the unforgiving forest and got caught in a blizzard. (His foster parents are named Valter and Theruize Utgardson. They passed away peacefully of old age at 85 and 87 respectively)

Althorr grew up with the Norsemen and learned their ways. His biggest aspiration as a child was to become an Ancestral Guardian Barbarian, a position of great respect and reverence within the tribe, the closest thing they had to a high priest.

At the age of 12, it was time for his coming of age ceremony, the first step toward being an Ancestral Guardian Barbarian. He will be required to preform one of the various deeds that his ancestors performed in order to commune with them in spirit.

He started with a tried and true deed: camp out in the wilderness, fast for three days and nights, and then break his fast with the heart of a small animal that he hunted with his bare hands. Upon completing this deed, the spirit of his great-grandfather appeared before him.

However, the spirit would not recognize him for the simple fact that he is not blood related to him. The spirit advised the young Althorr to seek another path, because he can never be an Ancestral Guardian Barbarian of the Utgard tribe.

That was 320 years ago. And during all that time, Althorr tried every deed known to his tribe's oral and written history in order to commune with the Ancestral spirits to prove his worth! And every time, he gets rejected! His fellow tribesmen feel that it is unfair and solemnly cheer him on. He has become a fixture of Utgard, as he has watched over seven generations of Utgardians. Although he spent most of his time in the forest surrounding their little village (earning him the Hermit background), he is still a well-loved and recognized member of their tribe. Countless men and women tell the stories when they were rescued or aided by Althorr over the many years, some even owing him their lives!

One such Utgardian is Gytha "Granny" Petersen, an ancient woman who knew Althorr since her childhood. Gytha made it her mission to comb through as many manuscripts, rune stones, and any record that was kept of deeds used to commune with the Ancestral spirits. Granny's research determined two things: 1) to call a spirit, the deed performed must be equal to or greater in significance than what that specific spirit accomplished when they were alive. That's why there are so many deeds! And 2) the older the spirit, the more authority they had among the other ancestral spirits.

Knowing that, Granny theorized that getting the approval of the oldest spirit is the best path for Althorr to receive the blessing of the Ancestors. And there are no older ancestor than Wotan! His legendary deed, a sacrifice of himself to himself, is know even beyond Utgard and the Norse tribes. Wotan sacrificed his right eye into the well of Mimir after hanging himself for nine days and nine nights at the tree of life Yggdrasil. To exceed that, Althorr will have to do the unthinkable: retrieve the eye of Wotan!

Althorr sacrificed his right eye to the well of Mimir and dove after it into the icy cold psudo-waters. He was submerged within it for nine days and nine nights in the abyssal darkness. Until at last he saw the golden sheen of Wotan's eye. He quickly retreived it, and escaped with his life from the clutches of Nidhogg, the icy Wyrm from the depth of the world tree. Upon reaching the surface, Wotan' eye in hand, he was met with the spectral stares of thousands of his Ancestral spirits.

The most senior members were not happy with him, and felt he committed sacrilege by even touching the eye! They were about to attempt to shove him back into the well as punishment, when hundereds of the newer spirits rose up against them in anger! These were spirits of people who personally knew Althorr, some of them grew up with him and knew him from when he was a child. Others only knew him after he became a fixture of their tribe. Many of them were those who owed him their lives and now were in a position to finally pay him back, even if it is after their death!

"How dare you do this to my boy?" Said one of the two very familiar Norsemen, the spirit of Althorr's adoptive mother "this boy toiled for centuries! He's more Utgaridan than you'll ever be!"

A fight was about to break out again, but was interrupted by a soul quake of cosmic magnitude. Every living and dead soul felt the tremors to their core as the spirit of Wotan materialized among them.

Wotan's spirit has become so powerful, that it diffused its essence in every nook and cranny of the Norselands. It assumed a vaguely humanoid shape for the first time in centuries, which was a momentous occasion in and of itself!

Thanks for finding my eye Wotan not so much spoke, as was being felt but alas I need it not any more.

Wotan then winked, and the sun was eclipsed for a brief moment. He then started again with

Keep it!

Wotan dissipated once again; with his disappearance, the eye of Wotan hovered gently, before ramming itself into Althorr's empty eye socket! The millennia that the eye spent in Mimir's well of knowledge, coupled with Wotan's own natural powers and hunger of knowledge, has created a powerfully curious magical item. Althorr could barely contain the flow of information into his mind. His only respite was whenever he closed his eye, which is why he wears an eyepatch.

Finally, at the age of 332, Althorr is able to start on his path to becoming an Ancestral guardian Barbarian! He decided to travel the world to make up for all the decades he spent as a hermit away from society. It could be a subconcious nudge from the Eye of Wotan, and its hunger for knowledge and new experiences, which influenced this decision. Gytha Petersen, who has long since compiled her findings of Norseland culture and stories into various books, helped Althorr facilitate this desire by tasking him with the job of reaching out to scholars and librarians across the realm with copies of her books. That's right! Meet the book-selling Barbarian, Althorr the Utgardian!!

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get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: my silly little cat!

last song listened to: adrift from stray gods.

currently reading: the book of elsewhere by keanu reeves and china miéville, crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo, midnight's children by salman rushdie, as good as dead by holly jackson and undoctored by adam kay. i'm also reading some books in my mother tongue that haven't been translated and i'm rereading one piece.

last movie: deadpool and wolverine!

last show: sweet tooth.

what are you wearing right now: a large t-shirt.

how tall are you: 170 cm (i guess it's about 5′7″)

piercings/tattoos: five ear piercings and five tattooos.

glasses/contacts: none.

last thing you ate: white chocolate with lemon.

favorite color: mustard yellow.

current obsession: hmmmm... probably x-men and one piece.

do you have a crush right now: don't think so?

favorite fictional characters: wolverine, nightcrawler, storm, varric tethras, dorian pavus, the fifteenth doctor, the ninth doctor, sindri, mimir, peregrin took, snow white from fables / the wolf among us and many others!

last place you traveled: my workplace lol

tagged by: @yontonyo

tagging: @paetal, @elliscousland, @earthinheritd, @fadedpath and @cherrygardn

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Soulmate AU

———Kratos———

- He didn't believe in soulmates until he met you

- He really didn't believe soulmates because he had two wives before you

- "Soulmates? Hm. Fate is unreal.”

- Well, that was until he met you.

- Your connection: you both had a hidden tattoo that when you were close to each other, moved towards the other. Once you guys were together, the tattoos seemed to fuse and make markings.

- Ex: Your tattoos are Sköll and Hati, they were hidden by your armor / clothes. When you two were close to each other, the tattoos began moving towards one another. When you two spoke to each other for the first time, they moved towards your neck, came off your bodies, and spun around each other. After, your tattoos had each other's wolf with your previous wolf. They would sometimes spin, but other wise they were still.

———Freya———

- She did believe in soulmates

- She was sure that prophecies would always happen; that was why she was sure that soulmates were real

- She was kind of upset when Odin made her to be his wife after his previous soulmate died

- She started to believe that soulmates weren't real

- "Soulmates? Odin ruined my previous chance for one... now, maybe I can get a chance for something new..."

- Your connection: a mark / tattoo that changes color to the others emotion, only works for strong emotions.

- Ex: Freya feels sad, Y/N's tattoo is blue. Freya's tattoo is barely able to be seen while Y/N doesn't really have a strong emotion.

———Atreus———

- He was taught that soulmates were fake

- Yet he did somewhat believe in soulmates after seeing prophecies come true

- "Oh. Soulmates? Yeah, my dad didn't believe in it, yet I do."

- Your connection: Probably something like speaking telepathically a little bit before you two met. It only works if you want to talk (sometimes, you might speak telepathically on accident.)

- Ex: Atreus could be in Alfheim, you're at Sindri's house, and he checks up on you. Y/N? Are you alright? | Yep!

———Mimir———

- He did believe in soulmates

- He believed in it because he knew almost everything

- (in this Au, Mimir was never with Sigrún, but instead best friends)

- "Soulmates? Of course, (Sister/Brother/Sibling)."

- Your Connection: You two cannot lie to each other & glow when you first touched

- Ex: when you first touched, you both glowed like lamps. If one of you tried to lie to the other, the other would know when the one would lie.

———Sindri———

- At first he didn't believe in soulmates

- "As I once said. If I believed in fate, you think I would wash my hands this often?"

- But then he met you and realized that they were real

- Well, at least he realized that he liked you

- And that the things he thought was a coincidence were actually because of your connection

- Your connection: If one of you gets hurt, the other gets flowers (or something like them)on the same spot. If the wound is long, then multiple flowers. This will not happen with bruises, only for scratches or something like that.

- Ex: Sindri gets hurt on his hand, Y/N gets a flower on that spot. Or vice versa

Sorry all of these were lazy and I couldn't get any ideas

[Edit: im swapping Thor and Sindri's so uhh sorry about that]

[[Edit edit: Im switching Sindri's and Atreus's cause sindri likes flowers in my head canons :)]]

Not the proudest of this one

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Gersemi and Hnoss, twin daughters of Freya

OKAY I'm working on a huge Gersemi and Hnoss as the daughters of Kratos and Freya project that just keeps getting bigger and I'm not sure when I'll be able to post the whole thing SO here's a little sneak preview of the portraits of the girls themselves

In the mythology, there isn't too much written about these two, including the exact nature of what they're goddesses of, but they are both heavily associated with treasure, so I simplified it into making them both goddesses of treasure. With Hnoss focused on the beauty of treasure and Gersemi focused on the power

I accidentally made a LOT of lore for them that I want to save for the finished post. So for now, I'll just bullet-point some stuff. Stay tuned for the whole thing!

Gersemi

First born twin

Shaves her head, covers her body in tattoos, and wears layers upon layers of clothes

Quiet and stern

Idolizes her father, some of her tattoos are inspired by the shape of his

Focused very seriously on the responsibilities of being a god

Hnoss and Atreus call her "Semmi"

Hnoss

Second born twin

Has very, very long hair, worn in a braid and decorated with gold rings. Her entire body is covered in jewelry. She likes to wear a white dress with a sheer cloak

Likes to dance and sing

Loves Atreus and Mimir's stories. She makes figurines based on the creatures in them

Fascinated with mortals and the purpose of gods

Loves her sister almost as much as she loves to pester her