#record of ragnarok thor

[kanroji-san]

Modern AU

Ordinary day in Norse Gods family

Loki: Did it hurt?

Thor: Don’t say it. Dont you dare fucking say it.

Loki: Did it hurt when I told you to Google it and I was right?

Thor: I fucking hate you...

[sneezingbabysloth]

babygirl

[cakeandpudding1]

Heyyyyyy, could you pls do hc about Thor, Loki, Poseidon and Apollo from Record of Ragnarok with a human lover that is a virgin? It doesn't have to be nsfw just how they would react to the news, would they like it or even care? Thanks ❤️

Sure thing🤭🤭

Warnings : slight nsfw?

Characters : Thor, Apollo, Loki, Poseidon

NOTE : maybe ooc? Idk💔

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•°•°Inexperienced?°•°•

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Thor

- What?

- He'd stare at you so blankly, which would make you feel like you just chugged down 6 beers and babbled nonsense to him. That's the type of look he gave you.

- I don't really think he'd care either way. Sexual intercourse is just another way of growing closer to your partner, so why does it matter? Everyone does it.

- Well, maybe he does kind of care about it. Because it's you. He plans to stay with you forever, so I guess it does play an important role in your relationship together.

- That makes him a bit happy, actually. It means you both get to participate in something new, and experience it together.

- After all, that's the nice feeling people get when they couple up with their spouse.

-its kind of like leveling up to him. When he works hard to achieve something and gets to level himself up even more.

- He doesn't need much experience to know how to please you well. So don't worry. That body isn't just for show, you know.

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Apollo

- Aww..that's so cute.

- Jokes aside, it's funny. To him, not you.

- He finds it so adorable, seeing you look so shy and all while admitting to him that you've never experienced it before.

"Aww, it's your first time, darling? You are so adorable!"

- Oh it makes him just want to pin you down and love you with all his might. He can't help it, you talk about it like it's the most special thing to you. He's very happy that he gets to be your first. (First and last, to be exact. He's not letting you go.)

- He's already had his fair share of fun, which most definitely means he's experienced. It doesn't even need more than a trick or two to get anyone crazy for him.

- And since you're his main lover, you should count yourself very lucky to be able to experience something so good with someone like him.

- What makes things all the more better for him is that it meant he could surprise you, and show you just how good he is.

- He couldn't wait to go gentle and slow with you, before revealing how far he can bring you to the stars with his skills.

- Oh, expect there to be lots of praise afterwards. Whether you did good or bad, he still makes you feel better.

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Loki

- Would probably laugh in your face without shame.

- He'll make you feel worse by asking you stupid things like:

"You haven't had your first time yet? That's a surprise! I thought everyone has had their first time already!! Your so far behind!"

- Okay, that kind of ruined the mood. And when you don't respond, he just smiles at you going like "Aww, c'mon, I was just having some fun! It's okay to be shy~"

- Atleast he's good at what he does. He really did please you well enough to ignore his jerk-ish(?) behavior from earlier.

- Keep in mind though, he's gonna be very talkative after it. Don't even think you can get away from him with rest, cause he's right beside you yapping his mouth off, asking you if you liked it.

- He's alright, overall.

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Poseidon

The man youve been waiting for.

- Does it really matter?

-He doesn't care much. like Thor, he believes it's just one of many ways for couples to get closer to eachother. Just another thing they face together as part of their relationship.

- But, his mindset would slowly begin to change when he notices the expression on your face. How shy you are about it, asking him to be understanding since it's still your first time.

- You talk about it like it's the most fragile thing in the planet. Is it really that big of a deal?

- He's gotten so used to seeing affairs left and right. People barely showing any loyalty to who they've settled down with. Though, it is to be expected, there's nothing surprising about it. That's just how it works.

- He'd probably be quiet for a few moments, you thought he'd atleast show a bit of kindness, but no.

"Its not that big of a deal."

- Okay, maybe he was a bit of a jerk there, and he was well aware after seeing how those words took a toll on you.

- It made him feel a tad bit guilty. You were his spouse after all. If he learned a thing or two from Apollo, it's to never ruin the mood when it had already started building.

- Don't worry, he'll make up for it. He can make you forget those harsh words he's said. Since your virginity is something special, and he's the one who gets to take it. He's not entirely a jerk, okay? He still loves you well enough to understand your feelings.

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IMM BACCCKKK, HOPE YOU ENJOY A FEW OF THESE CRUMBS EVERYONE

[married-to-google-translater]

Can you please do Thor (record of ragnarock) x short male human reader that has no fear of him?

Thor

Thor would have been used to people and even other gods fearing and respecting him.

You, however, would be different...

When you first saw him, you didn't look away or avoid him.

Instead, you just watched and observed him.

At first Thor wouldn't pay attention to this.

However, fate (aka the author) would have decided that you would meet much more often.

This is why Thor ultimately doesn't want to stay away from you.

You got to know each other slowly but surely.

Thor really enjoyed your company.

You don't necessarily have to talk, you can just be and enjoy each other's company.

However, Thor would definitely be "talkative" with you.

Of course, according to his own scale.

Usually Thor would train and you would do your own thing.

However, if you wanted to learn how to fight, he wouldn't mind teaching you.

Thor wouldn't be the most gracious teacher...

you were usually really tired after training.

Your "relationship" would get surprisingly little reinforcement.

Thor would make sure no one would bother you :3

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hey! Happy to see requests again!

Could I request headcanons of Thor, Poseidon, and Hades getting a lap pillow from their beloved wife?

RoR men + using their wife's lap as a pillow

Says he doesn’t like it, but actually he does

Being able to set the hammer down, and lay in his wife’s lap, looking up at the endless sky of Asgard is comforting.

It’s the only way he can truly relax anymore.

Able to fall asleep as his wife combs her fingers through his hair.

He hates it.

It’s undignified, childish, and a waste of time. But, his wife likes it when he does it so he plays along.

Humoring her only on occasion, it is one of the few times he openly talkative as Poseidon would rather fill the space with something that just lay there.

He suspects that’s why she asks to do it.

Initiator for this event, to the point that he’ll even go find his wife and make her sit down to do it.

Hades’s loves it.

Being pampered and caressed by his wife. Looking up at her (and her bosom) while they ‘sit’ together is a wonderful thing.

Preferred spot to do it is the gardens, although he will settle for really any flat surface area.

[brunhilde-oldest-valkyrie-ror]

⚡ SFW and NSFW Headcanons – Thor x Wife! Reader⚡️ Disclaimer: GIF is not mine credits go to its creator

SFW:

• Y/N is one of the few people who can truly reach Thor emotionally. She’s the calm in the eye of the storm—her presence alone is enough to ease the thunder in his soul.

• When Thor is overwhelmed or introspective, Y/N never pushes. She simply stays close, letting him know she’s there—and that’s all he needs.

• Their home life is surprisingly simple. Thor enjoys slow mornings with Y/N—silent breakfasts, occasional cuddles in fur blankets, and watching her move around the home with soft eyes.

• She often brushes his long red hair for him. He never asks for it, but sits down quietly and waits for her to do it—it’s their quiet love language.

• Thor doesn’t express jealousy outwardly, but gods help anyone who threatens or disrespects Y/N. The air itself will grow heavy, and the look in his eyes alone is enough to make even the boldest warrior back down.

• He’s not verbally affectionate, but he always keeps a hand on Y/N when they’re together. Whether it’s a hand on her thigh, the small of her back, or holding her close—he grounds himself through touch.

• In public, he’s the fearsome God of Thunder—silent, deadly, untouchable. In private, he’ll rest his head in Y/N’s lap, let her trace the scars on his skin, and hold her like she’s more sacred than the heavens themselves.

⚡ NSFW: if you don’t like it you can skip this part MDNI!⚡️

• Thor doesn’t say much—but the way he looks at Y/N during intimacy says everything. His intense gaze while holding her hips or kissing her deeply can leave her trembling.

• He listens to her body, her breath, every sound she makes—and uses it to guide every movement.

• He tries to be gentle, but sometimes Y/N teases him into losing control just a little—and when that happens you’re In for a treat. He’ll pin her down with just one arm, hold her wrists with ease, or lift her like she weighs nothing.

• He’s extremely aware of his strength and always makes sure Y/N is okay—even when he’s being rougher. The aftercare is divine.

• To Thor, Y/N is his goddess. He kisses every inch of her slowly, reverently, and devours her like she’s a blessing from Valhalla.

• If she ever feels self-conscious, he’s quick to shut it down with his hands, his mouth, and the other various ways he can think of making her feel like the most wanted being in existence.

• Thor doesn’t talk much, but the rare things he does say—especially in a deep, low voice—wreck her:

• “Mine.”

• “ Look at me baby.”

• “I’ll never let you go.”

• After he’s done completely ruining her (in the best way he knows how to🤭), he’ll hold her for hours. Big spoon, strong arms, heartbeat like distant thunder in her ear.

• Sometimes he’ll fall asleep with his face buried in her hair or her chest, fully relaxed—because in Y/N’s arms, even a god can’t let go.

Extra: NSFW because why not😌

Thor x Wife!Reader | NSFW | Post-Battle Intimacy | Emotional + Physical Release. Also he’s red your pink I didn’t really know what other color to choose.😓

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The crowd’s roar had long faded. The arena had emptied. The blood had dried.

Thor stood in the private chamber reserved for the gods, his massive form still scarred, chest rising and falling with the slow ache of divine exhaustion. Mjölnir rested against the wall, still humming faintly like a growling beast that hadn’t quite settled. His knuckles were bruised. His back was torn. But his eyes—his fierce, stormy eyes—softened the second she stepped in.

“My love.”

She rushed to him without hesitation, her hands reaching up to touch his face, brushing damp red hair back behind his ears.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, fingers trembling slightly over a jagged bruise on his cheekbone.

He caught her wrist gently, pressing it to his mouth in a reverent kiss. ��I won,” he said quietly. “But I feel like I lost something.”

She understood. The fight against Lü Bu hadn’t just been physical. It had been personal. Brutal. Almost beautiful in its destruction.

“You didn’t lose anything,” she murmured, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re still mine. Still here.”

Thor let her push him down, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing tethering him to this realm. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, cupping his jaw. Her thumb brushed over the blood just starting to dry near his ear.

He leaned forward, foreheads touching, his breath warm and shaky. “Touch me, please my love,” he growled softly. “Make me feel alive again.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Her mouth met his in a deep, consuming kiss—slow at first, tender, until his large hands gripped her hips and ground her against the heavy tension building between them. The god who had just shattered a warrior of Lü Bu’s caliber now clung to his wife like she was the only softness left in the universe.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to.”

Something snapped inside him—something raw, buried under all that divine composure.

In one fluid motion, Thor flipped her beneath him, his mouth trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, worshiping her with a hunger that had nothing to do with dominance and everything to do with need. His movements were desperate but reverent. He didn’t want to take her—he needed to merge with her, to feel something other than the echo of violence.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her with a guttural groan, the heat of him filling her completely. She gasped, arching into him, fingernails raking down his scarred back. Every thrust was deep, unrelenting, but full of purpose—like he was trying to erase the battle from his memory and replace it with her.

“Say it my love,” he growled against her throat. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Thor,” she moaned, head thrown back. “Only yours. And always yours.”

That pushed him over the edge. His pace grew rougher, each thrust slamming into her with godlike force—but always controlled, always focused on the way she gasped, the way her eyes glazed over, the way her body sang for him.

And when they both shattered together—him with a low, primal growl, her with a cry muffled into his shoulder—it wasn’t the end.

It was the healing.

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Afterward, Thor didn’t move. He just held her. Buried his face in her hair. Let her fingers stroke through the crimson strands of his, steady and soothing.

“You bring me peace,” he said quietly, voice barely audible. “After the chaos… there’s only you my love.”

She smiled against his chest, heartbeat slowing to match his. “Then I’ll always be here—when the storm clears.”

[swallowtail-lotus]

Potential Opponent {Thor x Goddess!Reader}

A repost from my old blog!

Still kinda in love with Thor ngl (I keep putting down thot instead of Thor, my fat fucking fingers-)

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In the middle of a humungous field full of flowers, sat a beautiful woman, who was admiring the butterfly resting on her finger with an gentle smile on her face. She watched its wings move slowly, giving her time to take in the pretty pattern it has.

The silence that filled the air around her was comforting to her, as it represents how she's feeling right now. At peace.

"To think my home used to be this breathtaking..." You muttered, your smile slowly fading from your face. With your superhuman hearing, you heard the sounds of footsteps rushing towards you.

"Lady (Y/n)! The Lord would like to speak with you!" A female servant exclaimed, stopping beside your sitting figure. The butterfly has fled from the two of you as soon as the servant had stepped too close.

"Which Lord? Because if it's about those marriages, I'll keep refusing." You hissed with disgust, rolling your eyes at the mental images of the Lord's sons trying (and failing horribly) at courting you.

Reason is that you always challenge them to 1v1 matches, and so far, you haven't lost a single one.

"Lord Zihao wants you to-"

"Tell them I refuse and that I'm busy." You interrupted your servant, your eyes moving to glance at her. The female servant gulped at your stern side glance and nodded vigorously, taking off from you. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"These bastards clearly can't read the message." You grumbled, standing up from your spot and twirled around once, teleporting to a rather dark castle. You looked around, not finding anything familiar with the place.

"Shit, must've thought of the wrong thing."

You cursed yourself. As you were trying to make out anything, you felt a strong gust of wind hit your back. You quickly moved away, dodging whoever was trying to attack you.

"What the- Thor?!" You questioned, your gaze meeting his yellow eyes. Said God moved his hammer away from you when he heard your voice. You tried to see his face, but to no avail.

There was a deafening silence between the two of you. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to some light, relieved to see your love.

"So good to see you again!" You spoke up, trying to fill the silence. Thor look down at you, finally realising you and his face soften.

"Good to see you too, my love." He finally greeted you, a small smile on his face. His hands cupped your face and took his time to take in your features. He leaned down and kissed you softly. The gods didn't know who you were at all. All they knew was that you are a deity, just like them and Thor's love.

They recently noticed the two small blades attached to your hips, some wondering why you have them. This was confusing them a lot because you spent so much time admiring the flowers and playing with small animals. They think there was no need to keep whatever were attached to you when you have the strongest Norse God by your side.

If only they knew...

Twirling a single flower in your fingers, you smiled fondly at it. It was like your normal day, going to the gardens and admire the plants everywhere. You always loved nature, so you were given a garden as a gift.

Deciding you had enough time in the gardens, you placed the flower in your hair, walking out and in the hallways of the castle.

Stopping in your tracks, you reached for your blade on the left side. You felt something touch your shoulder, and out of instinct, you swung your right arm at the person, sending them flying. You sworn you felt your soul leave your body when you saw who you hit.

"I'm sorry, Thor! I tend to hit whoever startles me!" You exclaimed frantically, rushing over to your love. The God picked himself up with no problem, but his face was something of shock.

You noticed his lips curl up in a smirk, you know, that one and his eyes glowing bright.

Maybe you shouldn't have hit him...

[xjulixred45x]

Do you think you could do ror ares with a goddess of ice reader but she's stoic In personality and gorgeous and hardly talks but likes ares and is soft with him and his family can't believe it and are shocked that ares somehow baged her cause she is out of his league and with her personality everyone thought she end up with poseidon

Nice! I actually like Ares of this series! It's a cutie pie!

Ares x Ice Goddess! Reader: Pollar Atraction

Reader hated having to visit her husband's family.

Ares, the god of war, son of Zeus, the god of the universe, had married a few centuries ago, to the surprise of many, a rather forgotten and neglected deity of the Greek pantheon, the physical representation of winter and ice, Reader.

It was a surprise for both parties. On the one hand, the entire family of Olympus had very little faith in the son of Zeus to find a permanent partner; everyone thought his only great interest and love was war, so seeing him completely dazzled by a goddess who was his complete opposite, both in divine territory and personality, was a great shock to his sibilings and Zeus himself.

For Reader, however, it was more a matter of her choosing Ares out of all the Olympian deities as her partner. The goddess of ice, as expected, was a reserved, cold, and meticulous deity, very quiet and almost cruel to those who crossed her domain. Winter shows mercy to no one, after all.

Added to that, the goddess's limited interactions left better candidates for a potential husband, better matches in the eyes of the rest of the pantheon; like Hermes, the messenger god, or better yet, Poseidon, the tyrant of the seas. Any god seemed more logical to be on her side than the shameful attempt at a son of Zeus, the god of war.

Sadly, the entire pantheon failed to see the reason for the reader's attachment to Ares, her love for him. She didn't want to continue living in the cold forever, surrounded by dead plants, and alone in the cold embrace of the snow.

She sought warmth in other gods, and found it in Ares. A sensation like no other. A warm body, solid, but not stiff, with a heart beating strongly beneath the skin that emanated a warmth unknown to the goddess of ice. And a spirit full of vitality, filled with a passionate fire for battle and war. That was the man she was looking for. The one who made her feel alive again.

And so the centuries passed, the two living happily with each other. Reader didn't need the approval of any of the superficial gods of Olympus, but she knew that Ares's family was important, not only to him, but also in the very hierarchy in which they lived. It was something she would have to endure.

But there were always small details that drove the goddess crazy every time they went to see her husband's family.

Whether it was the way Hermes and Zeus treated Ares, Zeus's off-the-cuff and highly inappropriate comments, the sidelong glances they gave them when they walked together, but above all, the small whispers they left behind when they thought they were out of earshot. It was so annoying that Reader couldn't help but frown, feeling the sudden urge to cause an avalanche if Zeus didn't remove his bony hand from her shoulder-

At least after these events, Ares and Reader could finally be alone together.

Ares could finally relax as he watched his wife stop tensing, the literal and metaphorical ice breaking as soon as they were inside their temples, safe from prying eyes. A part of the god of war always feared that Reader would explode in public because of her known bad temper, but he was proud every time she managed to get through these kinds of "events," as always, without any problems. A kind of attitude he wouldn't expect less from the love of his life.

Ares could feel himself more than relaxed and somewhat light-hearted as soon as his wife looked at him with that soft gaze, reserved only for him in these moments of total privacy and affection, as she guided him to lie down in the armchair they had in the common room, resting his head on her lap.

Oh, how he loved this woman. Thought the god of war, feared by mortals throughout Greece, as his wife, the goddess of hellish winter, whom the entire country begged to have mercy on their fields and their children in the face of the snow, stroked his hair with a sickly sweet delicacy.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Lectora odiaba tener que visitar a la familia de su marido.

Ares, el dios de la guerra, hijo del Dios del universo Zeus, se había casado hace unos cuantos siglos, para sorpresa de muchos, con una deidad bastante olvidada y dejada de lado del panteón griego, la representación física del invierno y la nieve, lectora.

Fue una sorpresa por ambas partes. Por un lado, toda la familia del Olimpo tenía muy poca fe en el hijo de Zeus para conseguir una pareja permanente, todos pensaban que su único gran interés y amor era la guerra, por lo que verlo completamente encandilado por una diosa que era su total opuesto, tanto en territorio divino como en personalidad, fue un gran shock para sus hermanos y el propio Zeus.

Por lectora, sin embargo, fue más una cuestión de que eligiera a Ares de entre todas las deidades olímpicas como pareja. La diosa del hielo, como era de esperarse, era una deidad reservada, fría y meticulosa, muy callada y casi cruel con quienes atravesaban sus dominios. El invierno no tiene compasión de nadie, después de todo.

Sumándole a eso, las interacciones limitadas de la diosa dejaban mejores candidatos para el puesto de un posible marido, mejores combinaciones a los ojos del resto del panteón; como Hermes el dios mensajero, o mejor aún, Poseidón, el tirano de los mares. Cualquier dios parecía tener más lógica de estar a su lado que el vergonzoso intento de hijo de Zeus que era el dios de la guerra.

Lamentablemente, todo el panteón fallaba en ver la razón del apego de lectora hacia Ares, de su amor hacia el. Ella no buscaba seguir viviendo en el frio para siempre, rodeada de flora muerta, y sola en el frio abrazo de la nieve.

Ella busco calor en otros dioses, y lo encontró en Ares. Una sensación como ninguna otra. Un cuerpo cálido, solido, pero no tieso, con un corazón latiendo fuertemente debajo de la piel que emanaba una calidez desconocida para la diosa del hielo. Y un espíritu lleno de vitalidad, lleno de un fuego pasional por la batalla y la guerra. Ese era el hombre que buscaba. Lo que le hacía sentir viva de nuevo.

Y asi habían pasado los siglos, ambos viviendo felizmente uno con el otro. Lectora no necesitaba la aprobación de ninguno de los superficiales dioses del olimpo, pero sabía que la familia de Ares era importante, no solo para él, sino en la propia jerarquía en la que vivían. Era algo que tendría que soportar.

Pero siempre hubo detalles pequeños que sacaban a la diosa de quicio cada vez que iban a ver a la familia de su marido.

Ya fuera la forma en la que Hermes y Zeus trataban a Ares, los comentarios fuera de lugar y sumamente inapropiados de Zeus, las miradas de reojo que les daban cuando caminaban juntos, pero sobretodo, los pequeños susurros que dejaban tras de ellos cuando creían que no los oían. Era tan molesto que lectora no podía evitar fruncir el ceño, sintiendo la repentina necesidad de provocar una avalancha si es que Zeus no quitaba su huesuda mano de su hombro.

Al menos después de estos eventos, Ares y lectora podían estar finalmente a solas.

Ares finalmente podía relajarse al ver como su esposa dejaba de tensarse, el hielo literal y metafórico rompiéndose en cuanto estuvieron dentro sus templos, a salvo de ojos indiscretos. Una parte del dios de la guerra siempre temía que lectora fuese a estallar en público por su mal carácter, pero estaba orgulloso cada vez que ella lograba pasar este tipo de “eventos”, como siempre, sin problemas. Un tipo de actitud del cual no esperaría menos, viniendo del amor de su vida.

Ares podía sentirse a si mismo un poco más que relajado y algo ligero en cuanto su esposa lo miro con esa mirada suave, reservada solo para el en este tipo de momentos de total privacidad y afecto, mientras lo guiaba a recostarse en el sillón que tenían en la sala común, apoyando su cabeza en su regazo.

Oh, como amaba el a esta mujer. Pensaba el dios de la guerra, temido por los mortales de toda grecia, mientras su esposa, la diosa del invierno infernal, a quien todo el país rogaba que les tuviera misericordia de sus campos y sus hijos ante la nieve, le acariciaba el cabello con una delicadeza enfermizamente dulce.

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[robin-evry]

Hi, I saw you taking requests, and I’d like to request an Odin fanfic from Record of Ragnarok. He’s my favorite character. I love how mysterious and dark he is, but I wish there was more content about him. I’ve only seen a little, and it makes me sad 😭. Would it be okay to request an Odin x Frigg fic? I don’t like shipping myself with characters who are canonically married or have a lover. But if you only write x reader fics, maybe you could do Odin x Frigg reader instead?

Sure thing, ask and you shall receive

PS :! this is my first time writing romance

𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Frigg (/frɪɡ/; Old Norse: [ˈfriɡː])[1] is a goddess, one of the Æsir, in Germanic mythology. In Norse mythology, the source of most surviving information about her, she is associated with marriage, fertility , clairvoyance and motherliness, and dwells in the wetland halls of Fensalir. Nearly all sources portray her as the wife of the god Odin.

Warning : Angst, cheating, and intimacy implied

( English is not my first language )

As the wife of the chief god of the norse pantheon, your life would be filled with luxurious, dresses made by the most elegant silk and jewelry made by the shiniest of gold's and jewels carve and created by the dwarfs themselves

He will build castles, pavilions and the most beautiful gardens ever seen in heaven.

Even tho he is busy with work as being the chief god of the norse pantheon he will make time for you, making sure your bed is warm every night.

He will prioritize you, even if he's busy. Something happens to you, he will drop everything for you. And go find you to see what's the problem.

The ravens adore you, always flying towards you when they see you and cuddling towards you and watching over you if something happens like an assassination they would fly away and alert the guards and your husband.

But this marriage doesn't start easily, it was an arranged marriage at first. He was cold and inconsiderate over your feelings. To be honest during your first centuries with him it feels like you guys are not even married, it feels like you guys are just strangers that are married together by a contract.

When you hear he created a son with another goddess, you couldn't take it anymore. You ran away as possibly as far as you can. A few of your fellow goddesses warn you about him and the unhappy marriage you will be in, they were right and you shouldn't listen to them. You hide yourself in Midgard hiding your present from him.

You adorned yourself in the disguise of a woman named "franziska", to be honest during this time of period in Midgard. You feel like people actually see you unlike the inside palace during your marriage.

Suddenly a raven lay on your window and it has a lily of the valley flower on its beak and put it on your window and fly away. Soon many ravens would bring you flowers everyday different types of flowers tulips, orchids and hyacinth. You fully know who's responsible for sending these flowers but you usually didn't do anything, you just left the flowers to rot.

But one day, he appears and he begs for your return to the sky above. When you refuse and are about to leave, he grabs your wrist and kneels down upon you, hugging your waist and trails of apologies and begging for forgiveness. When you demand to release you he hugs you tighter, and finally when he looks up. He has tears coming down his eyes. After one sentence of begging you to come home. You are finally reluctant to retrieve back to the sky.

You were soon carried by a carriage that is pulled by the pegasus, during the ride it was silence no words exchanged with each other but the only action of him reaching for your hand and holding it tighter, soon he started to shower you with affection and gifts. You even manage to meet his son he had with another goddess, he has red hair and beautiful golden eyes. Even tho he was the product of the affair it wasn't his fault but you still cared for him as a mother.

Even tho the love you have for him was gone, it started to grow even tho it's not as big as it was before it slowly is growing and he will be patient waiting for you.

This is my first time writing romance and there was barely anything about the goddess frig so I decided to go by my own path, sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting but I've tried my best.

PS : please don't follow the relationship pattern of this story, this will lead you into an extremely toxic environment

[platinumrosetail]

yandere Thor x female reader: A young goddess and shorter than him. Thor is her husband, the female reader is a goddess of war. Many of the gods trust her, however in Ragnarok she is secretive and manipulates everything. He wants humans to live, that's why he betrays the gods without r repentance, including her husband. That is to say, she loves humanity and does not mind betraying the gods.

Oooh interesting! i'll try my best!

warning: noob author, female reader, yandere character, and others.

character: thor.

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you were the wife to thor; the god of thunder, you were the goddess of war, many gods and goddesses all trust you no matter which pantheon they were from as you give strategies to defeat enemies of the gods like giants or the like. but what they didn't know was that you'd betray them after their decision to kill all humans.

you had loved human kind ever since you were first born and so you decided to side with them when the decision to finally wiped humanity was made by the other gods. you had helped brunhilde try and save humanity both with different reasons.

you told your husband of what you were planning; you also threatened to leave him if he tried to stop you from doing this, thor wasn't going to let you go as he loves you that he would do anything to keep you with him so he joined you but not to save humans but to make sure you didn't leave him.

the other gods were shocked that you and thor had betrayed them especially thor's father and cousin; they were angry that thor had betrayed them along with you as that would mean humans actually had a chance to live for another 1000 years.

what with you being shorter than the god you were fighting you gained a upper hand along with many, many years of being the goddess of war and such.

(i'm picturing ares as your opponent as god and goddess of war versus each other seems interesting but if y'all don't like that idea y'all can decide who you fight as i won't mention much about your opponent.)

you manipulated a few other gods and goddess to join the human sides which shocked both sides with how many gods were on the human side now.

you told the gods that still think humanity should be killed off that they should've lead humans to the path the gods wanted if they felt unhappy with what humans were doing instead of ignoring and thinking the humans would just know what to do to be on the gods good side.

(A/n: so hope y'all liked it! i was kinda not feeling well when making this so i'm sorry if it turned out bad along with something else that almost made me unmotivated not to do this all together. anyway hope y'all have a wonderful day/evening/night.)

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I completely fell in love with his smile😞💞

[kanroji-san]

Timeline of when they help with Apollo and Shinobu's wedding

Kanae: You do know that Apollo will be your brother in law soon, right?

Thor: Please... Let me live in a reality where it didn't happen yet...

[okeutocalma]

Shiva — Male God Reader.

Capítulo 02.

Leitor é o Deus da beleza africano.

[Nome] ajustou o tecido dos fios mais finos que já havia tocado, um tecido tão leve que parecia flutuar com cada movimento. A peça, em um tom de dourado profundo que contrastava perfeitamente com sua pele rica e luminosa, caía em curvas elegantes ao redor de seu corpo, mas ele não se sentia tão confiante quanto deveria.

Diante do espelho, ele ajeitava o cinto de ouro com dedos inquietos, os olhos fixos em seu reflexo. A luz do quarto realçava os cachos volumosos de seu cabelo, caindo como uma coroa natural ao redor de seu rosto. Ainda assim, o olhar que ele lançava a si mesmo era repleto de dúvidas.

Era uma reunião importante — todos os grandes deuses estariam presentes, e ele sabia que a atenção seria inevitavelmente compartilhada entre Shiva e suas esposas. Ele, o quarto entre eles, sempre parecia ser apenas uma nota de rodapé. A ideia de atravessar o salão, cercado de olhares, fazia seu peito apertar.

[Nome] suspirou, afastando-se do espelho e caminhando até a pequena mesa no centro do quarto. Sobre ela, havia um conjunto de joias que haviam sido enviadas por Parvati naquela manhã, pulseiras e anéis feitos de ouro com pequenos detalhes em esmeraldas. Ele hesitou antes de colocar as peças, seus dedos tocando os acessórios como se fossem um peso que precisava carregar.

— Talvez hoje seja diferente... — murmurou para si mesmo, embora as palavras soassem vazias.

Ele queria acreditar que Shiva notaria sua presença, que ao menos lhe dirigiria um olhar de reconhecimento durante a reunião. Mas, no fundo, sabia que era uma expectativa perigosa. Enquanto ajustava o último anel, ouviu uma batida suave na porta. [Nome] virou-se de imediato, o coração acelerando com a possibilidade de quem poderia estar ali.

— Entre — disse, tentando manter a voz firme.

A porta abriu-se lentamente, revelando Parvati. Ela entrou com um sorriso gentil, seus olhos pousando imediatamente nele.

— Você está magnífico como sempre — disse ela, aproximando-se.

Mas, ao ver a expressão dele, seu sorriso diminuiu.

— O que houve? Ainda está se sentindo deslocado?

Ele hesitou antes de responder, mas sabia que não tinha porque mentir para ela.

— Não sei se eu deveria ir — confessou, a voz baixa. — Talvez minha presença seja... desnecessária.

Parvati franziu o cenho e segurou as mãos dele seus dedos pequenos e firmes envolvendo os dele.

— Você é tão parte disso quanto qualquer um de nós. E, se Shiva ainda não mostrou isso, então ele precisa aprender. Hoje.

Os olhos dela brilhavam com determinação e carinho, mas [Nome] apenas suspirou, afastando o olhar.

— Veremos — foi tudo o que conseguiu responder.

A deusa apertou suavemente suas mãos antes de soltar.

— Vista-se como o deus que você é, [Nome], e vá. Não deixe que a insegurança o defina.

Com isso, ela deixou o quarto, e ele ficou em silêncio por um momento, os dedos ainda segurando o cinto do roupão. Talvez ela estivesse certa. Talvez fosse hora de mostrar a Shiva — e a todos os outros — quem ele realmente era.

[...]

O grande salão era uma obra-prima divina. Colunas de mármore reluzente se erguiam até o teto abobadado, onde constelações vivas brilhavam e se moviam em um ritmo hipnotizante. A reunião dos deuses de todos os panteões era uma ocasião rara, onde as forças primordiais do universo vinham compartilhar ideias, resolver disputas e reafirmar suas presenças no equilíbrio cósmico.

Shiva estava cercado por suas esposas, Parvati e Kali, cujas presenças resplandeciam como as próprias forças que representavam. Ele conversava animadamente com Odin e Zeus, enquanto outros deuses ao redor trocavam olhares curiosos e reverentes. A presença do Deus sempre era notada, e ele parecia ciente disso.

— E aquele que acompanha você? — perguntou Odin, com sua voz grave ecoando pelo salão, o olhar único e penetrante fixo nas Deus Hindu. — O quarto... companheiro. Não o vejo por aqui.

Shiva hesitou por um instante, a expressão calma levemente perturbada. Zeus, sempre perspicaz, arqueou uma sobrancelha e sorriu de forma astuta.

— Talvez ele tenha se perdido — comentou o Deus dos deuses, com um tom levemente jocoso, provocando uma risada discreta de Hera, que estava ao seu lado.

Parvati e Kali trocaram olhares significativos, mas permaneceram em silêncio.

— Ele deve estar se preparando — respondeu Shiva finalmente, sua voz firme, mas com uma ponta de dúvida.

Antes que alguém pudesse fazer outro comentário, um som ecoou pelo salão. Os enormes portões dourados se abriram com um estrondo controlado, chamando a atenção de todos. O silêncio caiu sobre o salão quando [Nome] entrou.

Ele era um espetáculo por si só. Vestia um manto extravagante que combinava um tom profundo de azul-celeste com detalhes dourados, como se o próprio céu noturno tivesse sido tecido em sua roupa. O tecido caía até seus pés, mas estava aberto nas laterais, revelando suas coxas grossas e adornadas com tiras de ouro gravadas com runas africanas que brilhavam à luz. Uma corrente fina de ouro envolvia sua cintura, destacando sua silhueta esculpida.

Seu peito estava parcialmente descoberto, marcado por colares que pendiam até a altura do abdômen, cada um com um pingente que representava histórias e símbolos de seu panteão. Nos pulsos e tornozelos, braceletes de ouro polido refletiam a luz, e seus cabelos volumosos estavam decorados com pequenas pedras preciosas que cintilavam a cada passo.

A presença de [Nome] era esmagadora. Os olhares de admiração e surpresa seguiram seus movimentos enquanto ele caminhava com elegância, a cabeça erguida e os olhos brilhando com uma mistura de confiança e determinação.

Thor foi o primeiro a reagir. O deus nórdico, que normalmente inabalável, caminhou até [Nome] com passos largos, os cabelos vermelhos esvoaçando atrás dele. Ao chegar à frente de [Nome], o deus parou, olhou em seus olhos e, com uma reverência inesperada, ajoelhou-se diante dele.

— Você está esplêndido — disse ele, em um tom grave, enquanto segurava a mão do Deus africano com delicadeza e pressionava os lábios contra sua pele.

O salão prendeu a respiração. O gesto, vindo de Thor, era tão inusitado quanto poderoso. [Nome] não perdeu a compostura. Ele manteve o olhar fixo em Thor e, após um breve momento, sorriu.

— Obrigado — respondeu ele, sua voz melodiosa ecoando pelo salão, carregada de carisma. — Mas desnecessário. Somos todos iguais aqui.

Thor se levantou, ainda com o olhar de respeito, e deu um passo para trás, permitindo que [Nome] seguisse seu caminho. Ele avançou até onde Shiva estava, os olhares de todos os deuses o seguindo como se ele fosse o próprio sol cruzando o céu.

O dono de quatro braços parecia atordoado. Parvati sorriu de canto, satisfeita, enquanto Kali cruzava os braços e observava tudo com um olhar quase divertido.

— Cheguei atrasado? — perguntou [Nome], lançando um olhar direto a Shiva, a expressão confiante.

Shiva abriu a boca para responder, mas por um instante não encontrou palavras. O silêncio que se seguiu foi ensurdecedor, até que Zeus soltou uma risada sonora.

— Parece que a peça principal finalmente chegou — disse Zeus, sorrindo de maneira travessa, quebrando a tensão.

O olhar de [Nome] desviou para Zeus, e ele deu um leve aceno de cabeça, antes de virar-se novamente para Shiva.

— Espero que minha presença seja digna da sua atenção, Shiva — disse ele, com um tom firme e cortante, mas sem perder a elegância.

Shiva, finalmente recuperando a compostura, abriu um leve sorriso, embora houvesse algo em seus olhos que ninguém conseguiu decifrar.

— Sempre é — respondeu ele, com um tom que parecia misturar admiração e arrependimento.

[cakeandpudding1]

heyy, how are you doing❔i hope everything is going well for you and that you are having a good day/evening 🤍

may i request romantic ror x reader in this comical yet cute scenario where bf is lying his head on his partner’s tummy to relax but the stomach just won’t shut up?? i once watched a video of a couple doing this and the bf complained with a “why is your stomach talking so much shit today?” which made me cackle 😭 i think it was adorable honestly. you can make it either a story or headcanons, whatever you would like❕

characters would be thor, hades and poseidon🤍

Hello anon!! Thank you for the request!! This is actually so cute and funny to think about🤭

ROR Men with darling's talkative belly

Thor, hades, Poseidon

Thor

- he had just finished doing some stuff and running errands for himself around the place. That being- striking fear into those who walked passed him.

-ofc he needed a place to rest. And like any strong soldier/fighter, he chose eto rest at the best place. Your stomach.

- you didn't mind, as long as he was comfortable, things like these always came as a surprise for those who witness it, not really like they can say anything about it tho.

-all of a sudden, you hear him speak. "It's so talkative.."

- you laugh at his complaint, telling him "it's just In a good mood."

- he let out a hum, continuing to listen to whatever was going on inside of there, giving it a small kiss before closing his eyes and resting.

- he liked hearing you breathe, anything that had something to do with you was always his medicine. It healed him in a way, both spiritually and physically.

- like he could be bleeding out, but as long as you give him a kiss, he's all fine.

- going back to him resting on you, his arms tighten around you even more, but not in a way to hurt your fragile figure.

- you were probably gonna be stuck in that position for a while ..

Hades

- hades had finished doing some work, regarding stuff from the underworld and letters from his dear brother zues about meetings that he needed to attend in Valhalla.

- he wanted to soothe his nerves, and what better way to do that when he can go visit you?

- you were the only thing he could look forward to in the boring and lonely place of the underworld. You were the light he seemed whenever he was consumed by darkness.

- He walked over to you, in the big bedroom, immediately cuddling into you after a long day of work. Just what he needed.

- he planted a kiss on your face before sinking into the soft mound of flesh. Staying quiet until...

"you have quite the talkative belly, dearest."

- he let out a chuckle when you responded with, "it's just very excited that you're here."

- "shall it be then."

- he loved listening to it, no complaints made unlike the other two if yk what I mean.

- maybe one day, you'll have an actual mini human inside your belly for him to listen to--

- okay let's not go that far. You guys still have so much time before that happens. But it WILL happen, once everything is prepared. And once you both are ready.

- he'd listen to your belly, and then go like-

"it has a point."

- as long as it's you, he won't mind. He loves you very much, and he will make sure eto keep it that way forever.

- he likes to put kisses on your belly, or rub circles on it, just for fun. The bond between you two— and the belly ig — was strong.

...

- he sighs softly, closing his eyes and sleeping. He knew he'd have such a good rest after this.

Poseidon

- "why is your stomach talking so much shit today?"

- yeah straight to the point here we are. Bro has beef with your belly.

- it was so noisy and wouldn't stop yapping at all. Reminds him of two brothers of his...(Adamas and zues. if yk, you know.)

- and this man was not patient. He was not gonna take this level of disrespect from a mound of flesh. How dare it do such.

- call him dramatic, but he ain't taking it.

- I bet he'd randomly rant to it about his day, while your fingers softly caress his hair. Like didn't he just complain about it being noisy?

- I know dam well there would be moments where he'd randomly take pauses, letting the belly speak, before continuing to rant.

- he didn't like how it talked so much shit, for a belly, it really knew how to speak it's words, didn't it?

- you were his angel, but that thing was a demon. How dare it.

- you'd just giggle and listen to him. Him and that stomach of yours really had a telepathic connection, huh?

- he slowly dosed off to sleep, after his nightly session of ranting. Sleeping soundly, still laying on your stomach.

[sethmp3]

The thoughts have been thoughted lol

[thewritetofreespeech]

OOOOOHH! I got it! Thor, Hermes, Nikola, and Hades with a super busty s/o who has no idea somebody is, or at least trying to, flirting with or leering at her.

Personally, he likes her large chest, as he his a breast man. He does realize the issues with it, however.

He doesn’t like to cause a seen, but he doesn’t like it when other people stare at his s/o.

Usually, his hulking presence is enough to deter them when he’s by their side. But he knows he can’t be with them all the time.

Has some concerns about their friendly attitude leading men on and causing problems, but also has enough faith in them to defend themselves.

Appears calm but is furious inside.

Of course he knows that his s/o is gorgeous, and he finds it cute that they have no idea of their visual value. Everyone else is not so dumb.

Acting as a steward of the Gods, Hermes notice everything. Including the looks his s/o gets when she is just being herself and existing in physical splendor.

Makes a point to calmly and cooly come up to the perpetrators, and whisper in their ear the horrible, painful, soul crushing things that will happen to them if they keep staring at his angel.

As oblivious as she is.

His s/o’s physical attributes are the furthest thing from his opinion of attractiveness. The mind! Their mind is what sets his passion to fire.

He does, however, appreciate her symmetry. And will usually compliment that when someone tells him that his s/o is hot. With no guile on thinking that they might have ungentlemanly thoughts about them.

Has some physics questions on how they stay upright and has done some structural mathematics in his free time to figure it out.

Bold of them to stare so openly at an Elder Gods woman. Hades has to commend their bravery (or stupidity).

He’s not a fool. He knows that people like to look at beautiful things. Hence why museums are so popular.

After a while though, he can’t stand it. Like little pins on the back of his neck, and he can’t get mad at s/o if they are too sweet & innocent to notice.

Has killed a man over it before, but the worst perpetrator is his little brother. He’s had to have a talk with Zeus, that lech, on more than one occasion that put their sibling bond in jeopardy.