#the giantess of ironwood

[mhsdatgo]

My baby. The most special girl in my life.

Giantess of Ironwood

[lullabyofthejotnar]

"...Angrboða is one of these tragic few. She travels the landscape of Jötunheim with her loyal steed and friend, Jall, a shaggy four legged beast."

[countlessofvoids]

For any HTTYD fans obsessed with the trilogy's soundtrack and are looking for something similiar;

Try out the ost for God of War (2018) & it's sequel God of War Ragnarok. I promise you won't be disappointed

[mangk0]

The Giantess of Ironwood 💕💐💥

[thegodsdemise]

Ah, yes. when these two little littles meet; I love this mission. I love the dialogue and the self discovery that Tre’ does when he’s out there livin’ his best giant life.

All while? Trying to harness and control his rage and godly abilities. I LOVE THIS GAME. LOVE IT. EMPHASIS.

There's a girl here in Ironwood.

Her name is Angrboda...

[arleniansdoodles]

A little something inspired by Calliope’s adventures in Ironwood! Here she’s standing with Angrboda and one of the Giants I pulled from the myths: Eggdér, wolf-herder of the Jötnar.

In the Völuspá, Eggþér (or Egðir, which I find more visually pleasing loll) is a herder of the giantess in Ironwood, which is most likely a reference to Angrboda. He raises the kinfolk of Fenrir, and joyfully plays his harp while the red rooster Fjalarr crows to herald the onset of Ragnarök. Given that he’s mentioned with Angrboda, I just had to make him one of the returned Giants in my fic!

Since he’s a herder, I imagine all those wolves who led Atreus to Angrboda were actually Eggdér’s, but he bid them to watch over her if he was ever absent. He also plays a harp, so I gave him an affinity with music, and a possible teacher for Calliope given her own goddess-y musical abilities. As for his dynamic with her (and with Atreus), that’ll be revealed more in the story! XDD

Oh, and I should probably mention that Kratos and Sindri won’t be the only father/uncle/guardian figures in Calliope’s life lmaoo

[feathered-serpents]

Angrboda - Giantess of Ironwood, Friend of Victory, Wife of Loki

I wanted to draw a whole bunch of cute adult and married Atreus/Angrboda stuff and post them as my first sketchdump but then spent a full day on this one drawing of Angrboda and baby Hel so. We’ll see if there’s more 

Also I don’t wanna toot my own horn too much but I think this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever drawn 

[blestsketch]

• Giantess of Ironwood •

[littlefreya]

The whole soundtrack really 🖤. Such a masterpiece.

Me breaking down sobbing after listenting to Blood Upon the Snow for the twenty millioneth time:

[the-perverse-library]

Ask: Kamen Rider AU

Size Difference, Femdom, Hyperassets(Larger Cake)

After escaping from Merlot’s Lab, Jaune never expected for his life to be constantly moving from one town to the next, never being able to stay long for fear of drawing the Grimm to the place he stayed. He’d always clear the area of Grimm, stay for one night, and the leave in the early morning. He’d ended up with the earning the nickname ‘The Human Beowolf due to his armor looking like that of a Beowolf. However, he never expected to run into another humanoid type. How does Grimm Blake handle running into Kamen Roser Beowolf Jaune?

Jaune: “Who the hell are you?” *He then preps his claws to strike as he threw his brown and ragged cloak off.* “Another of Merlot’s creations?”

Kamen Rider Beowulf

https://pin.it/7aYMMgHxx

Grimm! Blake:

https://pin.it/1rD4uUPwK

Blake let out a deep, rumbling purr as one of her shadow tails removed the lower part of her Grimm Mask, revealing the red cracks that inched from the corners of her eyes down to the edges of her black lips. Her amber eyes pierced deep into Jaune as she studied... admired him. "As if you aren't?" she asked with a smile. The Grimmified Faunus inched closer, her body swelling, growing with each step until she was nearly twice Jaune's height. Ink-like fur dominated her arms and legs, giving the former Huntress an unmistakably monstrous appearance.

"I-I'm still human!" Jaune argued back as he flexed his clawed fingers. "I would never side with the Grimm."

Blake just rolled her eyes at Jaune's retort. "I'm not on their side, I'm not on Merlot's or Humanity's side either. I am on my side." The Grimmified Faunus adjusted her Grimm Mask, hiding her face again. "We could save Remnant! Rule over Humanity and Grimm alike! Me, it's Forever Queen, and you, my delectible King Consort." Jaune watched as Blake's shadow seemed to churn and bubble as the corrupted giantess spoke.

"Sure, any kind of peace would be nice. B-but... that's just trading people like Ironwood and Salem for other, equally terrible options. We will just have to find another way-arrrgh!" Jaune shouted as he launched at Blake, only to feel her slip through his hands. She can still make shadow clones! He mentally shouted at himself as he rolled across the ground to avoid a counter-attack. But it was his evasive action that threw Jaune into Blake's trap. Jaune felt his limbs sink into his own shadow, leaving him flat on his back and entirely at Blake's mercy.

The Grimmified Faunus lorded over Jaune as he struggled against her shadow powers. "Jaune, Jaune, Jaune... That heart of yours always got you into trouble, and I love that you still want to do good and be courageous. But right now, I don't want or need that." Blake said as her clothes melted away into shadows, and she knelt down, flooding Jaune's field of view with just her wet, dripping pussy. "You can be a just ruler once we've conquered Remnant, so for now, just enjoy the ride." But just before Blake slammed her pussy onto Jaune's face, the blond released a burst of Aura, freeing himself from her trap.

"You are corrupted! I'll save you too, even if it means beating you!" Jaune triumphantly cried out as he jumped to his feet. He was no longer a human but something entirely superhuman. What he couldn't achieve as a man, he could achieve as Kamen Rider Beowulf. He ignored the throbbing bulge that ran down his leg as he focused his power to try and charge once more. But his burst of confidence was shaken with every step he took as Blake didn't move a single muscle; one moment, he was staring at her smug grin and humungous breasts, and the next, his limbs were wrapped and bound.

Gambol Shroud!!! How could I have been so forgetful! Jaune mentally lamented as he had once again thrown himself into Blake's trap. He watched as Blake dragged a black claw down his suit, causing it to quiver and peel away, exposing his nude body underneath. He watched as several inky-looking tailed coiled around and massaged his cock and balls as Blake continued to smirk. Their touch left him biting back deep, needy groans; Jaune knew just how sensitive he was under his armour, and now, Blake did as well. Everytime he opened his mouth, silent groans fell from his lips instead of words. His hips developed wills of their own and began to relentlessly buck into Blake's touch, needy and desperate for more.

"Be mine and I can show you pleasure the likes of which you've never seen." Blake sensually purred into his ear. "Abandon everything and become ~MINE~." Jaune could only whimper as he lost all control of his body. "Hmph... well, it looks like I will just have to fuck all your brains away." Blake licked her lips before she slammed her pussy down onto his face.

[rpking99]

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[jaarnvidja]

• A N G R B O Ð A •

Angrboða : grief-bringer, she who offers sorrow

Angrboða is a jötun/gýgr and the leader of the járnviðjur (giantesses of the ironwood). she is the mother of three powerful jötnar, Hela, Jormungandr, and Fenrir. she is said to be a mother of wolves, werewolves, and wolf-shaped giants.

different aspects of Angrboða are revealed throughout the sagas and eddas under different names and kennings. these figures can be identified as Angrboða due to common symbolism, associations, and behaviors. they are Hyrrokkin, Hyndla, Járnviðja, and Viðolf.

photo taken by jim kruger.

[lullabyofthejotnar]

Giantess of Ironwood

[countlessofvoids]

[rigormortisriot]

 (please note that I have no beta reader, and have no intention of fixing any issues/mistakes. this was written between moments of quiet at work, so its not the best but i didnt intend it to be. enjoy :) ))

Fandoms: God of War Ragnarok

Rating: General Audience 

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Categories: M/F

Characters: Atreus Kratosson-Laufeyson, Angrboda, Fenrir

Relationships: Atreus/Angrboda

Additional Tags: these two are dorks, young love, both of these idiots are touch-starved and you can’t tell me otherwise, fluff, Fenrir is just there to be a giant pillow :) 

 When Atreus had popped back into Ironwood unannounced, Angrboda hadn’t been expecting it to be so he could take her on a journey to show her something in Midgard.   

 The red-haired teen was unpredictable on the best of days, sure, but this took the cake. He checked in sometimes, showing up in Wildwoods, Freya’s house, or Ironwood interchangeably and with very little warning. Only for a few hours, but still. To have him visit to take her to another realm? That was new.

 Fenrir had yipped happily, bouncing back and forth on his paws like a pup. It took a decent amount of time full of pets and playing fetch to wear him down enough to make a tear between realms, most of that time was spent with Atreus being lovingly squashed under the hulking form of his own wolf. 

 While the realm travel was quick, the boat ride was not. Angrboda skimmed her fingertips over the lake’s surface, soaking in the differences between this water’s coloring compared to Ironwood’s. The light of the sun made the untouched portion of water glimmer iridescently like a geode full of quartz.

 Unsurprisingly, the hike up the side of the mountainside was just as gorgeous. The trees were covered with leave again, the thick canopy of green letting speckled beams of light through. Angrboda lifted her palms upward to splay the warmth upon them, and Atreus took small glances from the corner of his eyes to watch the gleam of golden metal looped in her hair. Gold was everywhere around them and it was simply beautiful. 

 “Hold on, I’ll climb up and help you.” Atreus called behind him, already beginning to scale the short way up the rock face they had reached, fingers digging into the crevices in the surface.

 With a grunt, the boy heaved himself over the side. He turned back to his friend, who simply crooked an eyebrow at him. Bending over, he reached his hand out to the other teen. Angrboda took it gratefully, a smile blossoming across her face.

 It only took a single tug from the godling and a minor jump from the giantess to clear the wall. Laughter rang through the air as the two rebalanced themselves, hands still laced together.

 Atreus was the first to notice, eyes flickering between their connected hands and Angrboda, watching as she reached with her free hand to push a stray braid out of her face.

 Her motions froze when she glanced at their hands, the other warm against hers. They released each other quickly, faint pink shades painting their faces equally.

 Angrboda was the first to break the awkward silence, letting a small laugh out, Atreus following soon after. Like a spell being broken, the tension faded as quickly as it had formed. The two giants jumped from cropped rocks, throwing branches off the cliff for Fen to chase, and debating who would win the leg race this time around ( ‘You don’t have your magic steed this time!’). 

 Finally, Atreus planted his foot on the very edge of the cliff’s ledge and pointed out toward the lake.

 “This is what I thought you should see,” the boy proclaimed proudly, eyes shining with anticipation and joy, “I found this view on one of my last trips back here.”

 “It’s beautiful...,” Angrboda easily admitted, voice laced with awe.

  It was indeed beautiful. The lake shimmered like the finest glass, the gentle waves lapping at the shores. The trees filled the landscape with thick layers of varying shades of green. The towers stood tall, strong columns of gray and golds against the bright blue of the water. Tyr’s temple was a shining gold beacon in the center, as intricate and pretty as the lake itself. 

 Jormungandr stood out the most though, his large body laid just right to appear like a mountain range against the clear sky. His scales caught the sun’s rays perfectly, causing them to shine as iridescently as the lake itself. It was breathtaking and Angrboda could already feel herself reaching into her satchel for her brushes. 

  With a canvas in hand, Angrboda plopped herself down on the ledge, legs dangling off the edge. She patted the spot next to her, eyes roaming the blank sheet as she plotted the course of her paints. 

  Atreus stared for a moment longer before dropping down onto his rear as roughly as his friend had, careful to not bump her.

Their thighs were touching, heat radiating where they touched. Atreus could feel his face flush, ear burning as he was sure his entire body had sent all its blood to his head. The rush made him dizzy, but he couldn’t help the smile that curled his lips.

 Angrboda was leaning against his shoulder now, eyes squinted and nose scrunched up in concentration as she moved her paintbrush across the page, bright yellow spreading widely. Atreus had a feeling yellow was her favorite color. 

  He wasn’t sure if he should put his hand around her or simply leave her be. What qualified as appropriate in this situation? Would she stop leaning on him if he touched her back? He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

  A million thoughts buzzed in his head, making the dizziness worse. Without realizing it, he had set his head atop hers, leaned to the side so his cheek rested against her hair, eyes closed against the bright sun.

  The young giantess stilled for a moment, a blush of her own coloring her skin before she returned to her work. One strand of her braids fell foward, partly blocking her view but she didn’t move to adjust it back into place, instead letting it gently hang down. It was fine where it was and so was she.

  By the time Angrboda finished, the sun had moved far to the west but hadn’t set yet. There was still plenty of light left, shimmering over the Lake of Nine and warming the two teens in its glow. 

  Leaning a little further into Atreus’s side, Angrboda ran her finger over the faded material of his sash, eyes and finger tracing the yellow trails along the dulled red. Her eyes struggled to stay open, the warmth and comfort of both the sun and another person beside her a bizarre mix of nostalgic and foreign. 

 The battle was lost before it had even begun, both teens’ breathing evening out as sleep overcame them, perhaps one more swiftly than the other.

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  Atreus startled awake when he felt a large form settle around him, relaxing at the sight of the spotted fur of Fenrir while laid to curl around him and Angrboda. Said giantess only opened one eye to peek at what had spooked her glorified body pillow, tiredness blurring her vision. 

  With a contented sigh, the young girl closed her eye again and shifted further into Atreus’s tunic. Embarrassment could be dealt with tomorrow, right now she was too comfortable to care.

  The young boy couldn’t quite say the same, he was certain his entire face was as bright red as the fruits in his mother’s garden. The heat returned with a vengeance, his head dizzy and stomach clenching but....it wasn’t bad. There was a giddiness there too, youthful awe and wonder at the causal closeness between them. 

  The godling leaned his head back against Fen’s shoulder, patting it gently with his hand. The wolf whined softly, wiggling his massive muzzle under his owner’s arm. The boy in turn let out a quiet laugh, half hum and half chuckle. 

  Scratching up and down Fen’s snout, Atreus could feel himself drifting back to sleep. His eyes felt heavy, and his fingers slowed, though Fenrir didn’t seem to mind as he too was wavering in his wakefulness. 

  Cautiously, as though to not break the peace between them, Atreus lowered his other arm to wrap around Angrboda, pushing their heads together as they both relaxed and allowed slumber to claim them. 

[woundedheartwithin]

The giantess old | in Ironwood sat, In the east, and bore | the kin of Fenrir; Among these one | in monster's guise Was soon to steal | the sun from the sky.

The Poetic Edda, Völuspá 40 Henry Adams Bellows’s translation (1936)(slightly modified)

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