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GUYS WHY ARE THERE BARELY ANY KRATOS, BALDUR AND TYR FICS HUH?!??! WHERE ARE THEY?!?! SIT DOWN AND WRITE YA'LL😡

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bloody [gow headcanon]

prompt: when they see you covered with blood

character(s): kratos, thor, baldur, tyr, freya, freyr & heimdall

wc: 1.7k || tags&notes: gn!reader, no use of y/n or pronouns, fluff, kisses, touches. anger, madness, violence, getting hurt, blood, a little angst (maybe), lover!reader.

enjoy!

KRATOS likely to show a great anger the first time he sees blood on your body, both feeling irritating sense of not being able to protect you and wonder who had enough encourage to touch you – to hurt you. so, his face shows madness coming from pure rage he feels like he felt on his previous life in greek. however, he tries to hide it – decrease it when his palms hold your cheek, making you look at him directly and answer his, “who did this to you?” question which comes like a poison from his mouth – like he is ready to hold blades of chaos and manslaughter everyone cross his path including those hurt you. you only smile as an ensure that you are fine and the blood don’t belong to you. holding his hands, you use them to travel on your body, feeling there is no wound, just blood of others who tried to hurt you. his hazel eyes filled with sparkles of rage soften each moment his hands travel and finally, he takes relaxed breaths, calming down, looking at you with determined and furrowed eye brows, giving a lecture about how you need to be more careful, even calling him whenever there is a treat. he doesn’t speak aloud but his kisses on your face, his hands on your back to push your body to his, hugging you tightly, he shows how much he is afraid to see you hurting. you mean everything to him alongside atreus. he doesn’t waste any time to show you this while he cleans blood with water and cloth as you watch his massive hands work on your body gently. 

THOR is so much like kratos. however, unlike him, thor doesn’t mind using violence at all. he makes you tell names of those who hurt you. if you don’t tell, not wanting to see him acting violently even though they deserve it according to him, he seeks for them after he watches you remove your clothes, getting into a bathtub, cleaning yourself and the wounds you have while thor’s eyes study every part of you from head to toe without any shame, believing he has right to do it without asking for a permission and from deep down, you like seeing him watching you, spending his time like this only for you as his father keep asking him. you know he cares for you, so, you let him sit there, hands on knees, kneeling little towards you. his hands even caress your hair from time to time and after you are done, he picks up clothes you choose for you, helping you get dry and wear them. he kisses every wound you have while doing it, then, he nods, ready to leave for killing those who left marks of violence on your precious body. you let him even if you don’t appreciate his way of solving problems but you know he can’t stop ‘till he breaks bonds, cutting flesh, end their lives. 

BALDUR sees them even though you literally try every spell to hide them from him, knowing very well that if he sees them, he will turn into the madman, using advantage side of being an invulnerable god, killing everyone who crosses his path which goes into torturing creatures who touched his beloved without caring your health and being. however, when he finally sees them, he takes an oath to show them no mercy, put the fact that no one in all realms can think of touching you in any ways into their stupid brains before killing them. he probably choose his dragon to burn them all, laughing menacingly and feeling anger leaving his body with flames coming from burnt out bodies. he never blames you for hiding them but he says how you should stay by his side day and night so he can protect you because the world is cruel and he can’t endure the idea of seeing you getting hurt and sad. you are the only one who gives him the meaning of life and being, so, he always shows you this through these actions, protecting you with all costs, not minding whether his father is disappointed or not, not when he sees you alive and beside him – inside his arms. 

TYR is not likely to act violent against violence, instead, he chooses to take you into a safe zone he knows well, preparing enough medicine to clean wounds properly, giving you your health back, asking you what went wrong and listening carefully with pure attention as you tell the events openly. he helps you calm yourself down, giving you kisses soft as feathers, effective as sun and beautiful as roses. you let yourself getting rid of both wounds and sadness coming with them thanks to his gentle manner, taking you into his arms, covering your body with his massive one and putting kisses on your hair slowly. he is your safe zone, not the place he takes you into, no, he is the meaning of safety and the intoxicated feeling devour you. yes, he gives some advices about being watchful since all realms include danger but he knows you will get stronger after this incident with his help and he just smiles at you, ensure you that he will stay on your side forever, heal every wound you will have even if it means a hundred time. 

FREYA choose not to show her anger when you seek for medicine in her cave, showing where bloods coming from after removing clothes, exposing some parts of your body without thinking twice, being in a safe place giving you confidence to do so. she doesn’t spend any time, picks right and efficient magical spells and potion, using them to make you better – to see you well, safe and sound which she needs to see every day and night. she doesn’t like when you pull a wry face because of the pain, no, she prefers you with a strong gesture and full health. she tells you to rest in her cave, not thinking about anything, just reaching your health back while she discovers how you get hurt – who you get violence from, and she doesn’t think for second time as strong devilish magic of her finds their targets, giving them pain – much more than you felt, anger’s sparkles on her eyes, glowing lights on her palms and arms. she listens sounds that her targets make, her anger getting lower. when she finally is done with them, she rushes to see you again and preparing food to eat – good one because you need to recover and she needs to show her concern through intimate moments. also, she is determined to teach you lots of protection magic and spells ‘till your mind is filled with them. 

FREYR ‘s face will brighten with concern as he rushes to you, his hands reaching to you, grapping your arms, caressing them from up to down ‘till he holds your hands, asking so many questions in a minute such as whether you are okay or not, need anything from him, how you are covered in such blood. his concerned and calm manner changes into angry and mad one as he asks questions like ‘who did this to you’. he needs to know it – he wonders who can put a finger on you in the realm in which he opened his eyes for the first time, called as home. he is ready to take down those stupid creatures who thought they can hurt you and get away with it. however, he is just a silly because you just go for a hunt and the prey’s blood is all over you, so, you aren’t injured, no, instead, you are good and when you tell him that while holding his cheeks, half-laughing, he blinks so many times you ask if he is okay. when he comes to himself once again, he hugs you, saying how happy he is to see you weren’t hurt. he takes you from the hand into his special room, spending some times – some intimate times with you in there, letting you realize how much you mean to him, “don’t do that again. you have no idea how I can go mad if I see you hurt.” you listen him, then, you say you will not scare him like that again. also, you let him go for a few hunts with you after that day because every time he looks at you with cute eyes, making you become softer and let him travel behind you all the time. 

HEIMDALL is surprised and taking back when he sees your face and upper body filled with red blood. firstly, he goes for your mind, reading it to understand how you ended with these much blood. when he sees the fights you had before coming back to asgard – to him, how you got cuts from here to there, nothing serious but enough to make your face darken with pain, his own anger blooms inside his stomach. he is angry because of both how they dared to touch you in the first place and how he failed to show to all realms that no one could touch you since you are beloved one of heimdall, son of odin, god of foresight and lord of the asgard. he notes that he will travel around all realms, making every living beings understand the consequences of hurting and even touching you, heimdall’s beloved one and lover who he can burn all places for. after that, he lets you approach him with a shy expression, knowing he already knows how you ended up like that. you hate to be weak and you hate more when heimdall sees you weak. however, he shows no cockiness as he makes his way to you, putting a hand on your cheek to caress it, saying, “I will make sure each of them suffer enough to remember it ‘till they reach for hell.” with glowing purple eyes filled with proud because of seeing you fight for your life, coming back to him, and rage because of seeing faces of your attackers. he then makes you to follow him into his room he barely uses just for spending time with you in private, removing your clothes, cleans your wounds, reads your thoughts and feeling protective over you. he realizes how his hands go crazy while thinking how it was so easy for those attackers to hurt you while he is afraid to touch you sometimes. he will be their nightmare for sure and he goes for their heads after he spends a quite calm night with you on bed, giving you the love you needs to see after such violent incident. 

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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

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Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

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Odin's sons when you randomly kiss them - short headcanons

AN: I hope it's not too cringe;; I wanted to write something short while working on request, so please don't take this too seriously, just a silly hcs

Summary: Heimdall, Thor, Tyr and Baldur being soft, big fluff and a lots of hugging, kissing in the cheek, kinda romantic headcanons in general?

Warning: none, just short

--Heimdall

You thought you could suprise him? Well, you didn't

He heard your footsteps from behind and actually expects either hug or sweet kiss in a cheek

Luckly, it was the second option

"OH, you want my attention so badly, don't you sunshine?"

Even tho he acted so unphased and cocky--inside he was exploding from happiness

The fact that you wanted to make him feel loved, that you were thinking about him

And on one hand it's obvious since he is your lover, but on the other hand Heimdall really miss love from other person

I don't think he ever experience genuinely feelings nor he showed his vulnerable side

So moments like these have a great value to him, I can asure you

You should do that more often! This man needs it

He don't kiss you back because he expect to receive three more times with that cheeky smile on his face

And you fell for it

--Thor

You always know how to cheer him up

He grabs you into a hug immediately, kissing you back into the lips

His face was hot-red with soft smile and it's one of the few times when you sees him being actually happy

"What did I do to earn this, honey?"

Thor is always so brute and ruthless in battles, but with you? Whole different person

He became so gentle and loving

Thor isn't scared or ashamed to show his true emotions to you because you didn't sees him as a monster

Probably would give you a thousands kiss all around your face while still hugging you tightly

He doesn't want to let you go, he feels safe

Aesir wants you to do this more often, but I feel like he doesn't want to say that out loud

But you know

--Tyr

Soft, big softie, grateful big shy softie

He saw many things, met many people, been to many realms and yet you always finds a way to make him flush

That really surprised him, but he doesn't want to leave you hanging forever

Definitely would kiss you back and take you to his arms

"Thank you, little one, you are very dear to me"

This man is so gentle

Tyr loves your thinking about small things like random kisses which makes his love even stronger

Your generosity won't go unnoticed

He doesn't want receive only, but also put something from himself into this relationship

Make you feel loved

Be ready to some night cuddling or special gift from another realm

He likes what you did and you should do it again for sure

It's not like he needs a proof, but it feels good to know that he's important to you

--Baldur

Sadly, he can't feel your smooth lips which really hurts him

He can only imagine this warm and sweet kiss

A sad smile appeared on his face at the thought

"It's good to know that you're still trying babe, but it's not gonna work"

You hug him as tight as you can, burying your face in his shoulder

Baldur hugged you back, but careful not to crush you

His heart begins to beat slower with every second

Being in your arms was a relief to him from damn world, sometimes he even forgots about his curse

Or rather he wants to forgot

But it's not that simple and you both knows that

He was so grateful for having you by his side, a person who doesn't judge and can rely on

Your every action means everything to him, so keep doing that

He knows that you want to break the curse as much as he does

Maybe your little kiss will do it? Let's see another time

[yiminsuu]

on my knees begging for some NSFW Tyr headcanons

*SLAMS DESK* I GOT YOU DEAR ANON! I’ve wanted to write this one for days!! 💕

↳ SFW Headcanons

As stated, Týr is a softie when being affectioned with his partner, but the sexual part of the relationship wouldn't be spoken about for some time.

You see him, right? He's a mountain (8'5" or 257 cm), now... Imagine what's in his pants, in the middle of his legs. I dare you...

It doesn't matter if you are a virgin or not, you won't be able to take him inside you in the first 5-6 times you have sex, you'll maybe need more time to adjust, and only less than half would enter you.

Good thing is, Týr likes to prepare you, he wants you to feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. By the end of the hour you'll be covered in cum and lube while his thick fingers move in and out, if he still feels you're not ready, he'll use his tongue to provoke the third or fourth orgasm.

NEVER ask him to be rough or derogatory, the only rule you need to keep in mind. He loves you too much for that.

Speaking of, if he has kinks they would probably be praise and worship.

"You're taking me so well, beloved."

"My love, do you hurt? I can stop."

"I beg you, let me take care of you."

"My beautiful wife, please, keep going."

He's already someone loved by millions around the world, yet you are the one he will worship if you let him.

Sensual, romantic and purposeful. Týr is curious by nature, and he's a fast learner, he will feel your body, grope and squeeze, and suck on every part of your flesh exposed to him, so you bet he will find all your weak spots and more that you didn't know about.

Týr loves your lips, expect passionate kisses and playful licks, if you are easily tickled his heart will flutter, and will write a mental note to do that again.

He groans. Loud and close to your ear before leaving kisses on your earlobe and neck.

The positions are actually varied, and although he prefers to be on top with your legs open so he can safely ease into you, he also loves when you are riding him and when you sit on his lap (or try at least).

Týr is destined to leave some bruises from his hands on your skin, but don't be mad, it isn't on purpose and will feel horrible for being harsh... He wasn't in the first place, and you give each other comfort when it happens.

The two of you hold hands when having sex, proving just how madly in love you are with each other. "I love you, Týr..." Tell him. TELL HIM. He will become so flustered that you will think he's having a heart attack.

Intense orgasms. Don't be surprised if you end up too cockdrunk after taking him, his length will make you see stars, moan and roll back your eyes, and your legs will shake with pleasure.

Týr heaves, sighs deeply and shakes a bit when he's close to his orgasm, it's a sight to behold.

His seed is... Thick, heavy and hot. If you haven't cum from the thrusts you'll surely do so by his seed shooting into your womb, it will leak out from inside you as soon as he slides out. It's a magnificent feeling.

Týr will make you feel so full, pleased and loved during the whole act.

[spockiguess]

A Good Morning Blowie, Eh? || Tyr x Fem!Reader

A/N: I love coming back after literal months to post something completely random and unexpected. Like, you’d think the mainly Oual Dano writer would keep writing Oual Dano if they only posted that but... whatever, actually. You guys don’t even know some of the fics I have locked away, never to see the light of day. ANYWAY!!!! Tyr’s fucking hot as balls and I wanted, no-- NEEDED-- to write about him. Also, headcanon time: Tyr is fucking baller at eating pussy. That’s all I can say. 

Oh, also, IMPORTANT: If you like this, request more Tyr, or even Kratos fics WITH specific details you’d personally like to see. 

Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Also terms like “cunt” and “pussy” used because I can’t fucking handle the shitty little, cutesy ass nicknames people give vaginas. Like, it’s a fucking pussy. Give me a break. 

Pairing: Tyr/Fem!Reader

Great beams of light spilled through the large circular windows of Tyr’s room, a small space nestled in one of the many corners of the germaphobe dwarf Sindri’s immaculate tree house. There wasn’t necessarily a day or night in the Realm between Realms, but it did operate on a time system very similar to Midgard, with brighter purplish-blue light in the mornings and a deeper plum at night. 

This was how you knew that it was past the time to get up, and you figured everyone else had already set off for whatever journey they had in store as you ran your hand down Tyr’s muscular forearm, squeezing his hand as a gentle way of waking him up. 

The only honorable Aesir didn’t stir, however, only squishing his face further into the crook of your neck and sighing contently. You chuckled lightly before lightly calling out his name. Still, he showed no sign of waking up anytime soon, instead wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. 

Giggling at the sensation of his breath on your neck, you tried calling his name three more times, each louder than the last, but he didn’t budge. Tyr was a deep sleeper, and you knew this, so you pondered possible ways to wake up the hulking teddy bear. 

Soon, a wicked thought popped into your head, rousing you to move and carefully remove each of Tyr’s arms from your midsection. Your plan was devious but entirely foolproof, seeing as it worked every time you tried it. 

A playful smile dawned on you as you gently nudged Tyr onto his back. The nonviolent god of war only hummed, quickly getting comfortable in this new position. 

You could barely contain your mischievous laughter as your hand crept to the hem of his shirt, your movements painstakingly slow as you inched the material just above his belly button, giving you a nice view of his ruggedly toned physique. 

Unable to help yourself, you kissed along this exposed ridge of skin as you wormed Tyr’s pants down until they sat just below the middle of his thighs. From what you could see, Tyr was already half-hard, no doubt from the cuddling just moments ago. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of his girthy cock. It was definitely proportional to the rest of him, coming to about eleven inches tall and at least a couple of inches wide. Taking the behemoth of a dick in your comparably small hand, you gave it some experimental tugs, watching as Tyr became restless in his sleep. 

Once again, unable to help yourself, you went straight to it and licked a wet line up the length of his dick, feeling it come to life before tonguing the tip, smiling to yourself when you could taste the salty beads of precum already leaking from him. 

Tyr hummed in his sleep, unknowingly arching his hips at the contact. This only pushed you to continue, and with renewed vigor, you swallowed as much of him as you could fit (which wasn’t a lot, to begin with). 

Fighting back the tears and urge to gag, you ducked your head further until your jaw couldn’t open anymore. Staying there, you licked and sucked on the length you were able to fit in your stretched mouth, gathering the spit that dribbled down the length with your hands to work the rest of him. Tyr moaned in his sleep, whispering your name as his whole body reacted to your touch. 

After your jaw acclimated, you pulled back and hollowed your cheeks once you reached the tip, savoring the taste of the quickly growing amount of precum that soon filled your mouth. Ducking your head back down, you didn’t swallow until you reached the point you were at before. 

Finally, Tyr woke up with a start, “Oh Hel, that feels so–” Tyr’s hands flew to your hair when you hummed around his cock, fully enveloping your head when his fingers carded through the tresses. 

Now that Tyr was awake, you allowed yourself to work his dick faster and harder even though your jaw was already beginning to ache. Tyr’s deep moans were all that you needed, and besides those, you could tell he was enjoying it by just the amount of pre alone. 

Sucking up and down, you looked into his glowing eyes as you cupped his balls. Tyr groaned as his head fell back onto his pillow, and you simply continued your work. 

Soon, your mouth and jaw were beginning to hurt, so you resorted to licking the spot just under Tyr’s tip that you knew drove him crazy. When your tongue met the spot, Tyr shuddered, and not long after, he spilled into your mouth, almost causing you to choke on his cum. 

You didn’t swallow yet, choosing instead to pull off and show Tyr the pool of white liquid that filled your mouth before you drank it down greedily. You still held his cock in your hands, and when you did this, you could feel it twitch in excitement. 

Hazily, Tyr asked, “What did I do to deserve this?” You only smiled as you trailed back up Tyr’s long body, planting your hips just behind his still-hard dick. 

Running your hands under Tyr’s rumpled shirt, you innocently replied, “I needed to wake you up.” Tyr laughed as his arms easily wrapped around your frame and pulled you closer to him. 

“Hel, you’re a little temptress, aren’t you?” Tyr’s smooth voice shot straight to your core, and you unconsciously ground against his length as you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck, suddenly sheepish. 

“Forgive me, darling, but I don’t think you exactly have room to act shy when you woke me up with a– what do they call them?” 

Meekly, you answered, “A blowjob.”

Tyr echoed your response breathily, “A blowjob.” 

Tyr’s hands followed the curves of your body before reaching your ass, and with a sly smile, he grabbed you firmly, relishing in the moan you provided.

“Mm, did you get yourself worked up, dove?” You nodded, still grinding against his dick, “Let me help with that, then.” 

In a flash, Tyr flipped you over, and your head came colliding with the plush pillow he was just resting on. Tyr didn’t often show off his otherworldly strength, except during times like this. Even though he rarely admitted it, being able to hold you down without barely breaking a sweat thrilled him beyond belief. 

Just then, Tyr began to pull your pants down and kiss each newly exposed inch of blazing flesh that he held beneath him. Tyr’s untamed beard tickled your stomach, causing you to giggle wildly. 

“Your laugh sounds like heaven.” Tyr’s voice was low in his throat when he spoke, and as your cheeks burned, your giggles turned into an airy moan when he reached the hem of your underwear. Then, Tyr’s massive hands came to the crux of your legs and spread them apart tenderly; his kisses were like embers against your sensitive skin. 

Spreading your legs willingly, you still hid behind the safeguard your hands provided, unable to bear the weight of Tyr’s intent gaze. 

Tyr tsked, one of his long arms easily reaching both of yours, “No, no. I want to see you.” His voice was like a thick coating of honey, making you shiver under the words. 

Obliging, you removed your hands, mentally forcing yourself to keep your eyes on him as he continued his work. 

Tyr’s deft fingers wormed beneath the hem of your underwear, swiftly yanking the garment down and exposing you to the chilly air. Tyr’s eyes widened as his thumb returned to your pussy, running through the slick that gathered there. You could even hear how wet you were just from that alone. 

“Is this all for me?” You nodded, and Tyr couldn’t decide whether to look at your inviting, dripping cunt or your lusty eyes, “Oh, you don’t know what you do to me.” 

Before you knew it, Tyr was spreading your pussy and diving in for a taste. His tongue was a welcome pressure against your core, simultaneously stoking and quenching the fire that burned there. 

Tyr groaned loudly, and you almost shushed him before you moaned, too, the sound reverberating off of the walls. Admittedly, neither of you minded now as Tyr’s tongue found and suckled at your clit. During this, one of Tyr’s enormous fingers found your twitching entrance and circled it before nudging in slightly. His fingers were enough for you, and oftentimes, Tyr had to work you open on three or four before you could even begin to take his cock.

Instantly, Tyr found a healthy rhythm that made you squirm and writhe under his touch. Your toes curled, and your back arched off the bed as Tyr’s mouth ate you out like a fine meal while his finger went to work finding the spot that made you cry out for me.

When his finger found the spot, Tyr allowed himself a moment to speak, “You taste so good, Gods, how I missed this.” 

With Tyr’s mouth returning to your eager cunt, you felt that familiar fire course through your veins and collect in the tips of your fingers and seat of your belly, the feeling making your moans come in quick succession to the other. 

All the while, you adored the full feeling that came from Tyr’s single finger and inwardly ached for his dick. You knew everyone would be back soon, however, so you filed that want away for another time. 

The mixed sensations working in tandem made that wire coil tighter and tighter before, ultimately, it snapped. The fire roared inside of you, filling your ears with a rushing sound and causing your head to go momentarily dizzy. 

Tyr kept eating you out, though, unrelenting in his pace before you started to whine out from overstimulation. Finally, he slowed down and let you come down from your high, sliding his finger out and licking your juices off the digit, all the while giving you a sly smile. 

Tyr’s voice was raspy when he spoke, “You’re perfect. I still can’t believe I have you here with me.” 

Feeling cold, you beckoned him back up, content with having him holding you again as you whispered words of love into his ear. 

[peiskos-and-apricity]

I'm currently working on a little Týr thing to get out my intense desire to ruin the pacing of my Sindri story. Enjoy the snack, I'll post the whole thing in a day or two when I finish editing.

(I finished it. You can check it out here)

[rohansregret]

prior to that nsfw tyr/odin ramble would u care to write an nsfw drabble dedicated to that ??? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ size diff and all,, morally ambious;;; probably in odin's pov.. pretty please 🙏🙏🙏

delusions

pairing: odin!tyr x gn!reader

description: odin’s been noticing how touchy you’ve been towards him ever since he was ‘rescued’ from svartalfheim, makes sense as you were tyr’s partner. he knows he shouldn’t indulge and politely turn down your advances, but you just look so good, he can’t resist.

warnings/tags: nsfw, odin!tyr, odin’s a bastard, could be seen as dub-con/non-con since you believe odin is really tyr, manipulation, bruises, size difference, biting, based off this post

note: thank you for your request! this is my first god of war work on this blog and i’m pretty satisfied with it. i didn’t write full on sex, but if you want to see that maybe i could write an extended version? lmk! when i posted that odin/tyr ramble i didn’t expect anyone to agree with me, so imagine my surprise when i saw fellow odin fuckers show up 😭 i did struggle a bit with keeping the pov strictly odin, so i did what i could. anyway, thank you again and i hope you enjoy this! i had fun writing it :)

everyone was finishing the last of their dinner when your voice spoke out above the common bickering between brok and sindri. “tyr, could i speak with you in private? that is if you are not required elsewhere.” odin’s temporary golden eyes rose from his empty bowl to lock with your gaze, watching as you expectantly glanced over at kratos.

“no. do as you wish.” said man spoke, his booming voice earning a small smile of thanks before you rose from your wooden chair. “of course, beloved. what do you need?” his much larger hand reached out to slip into yours and he let you gently drag him towards your room that sindri so generously allowed you to use. “i’d like to do this in my room, if that’s alright?” you didn’t wait for a response as you both entered the room. ‘rude’, odin thought. there was a moment of awkward silence before you both took a seat beside each other on the bed far too small to fit someone of tyr’s size.

it didn’t take long for you to initiate the conversation, turning to the side and placing your other hand on the back of odin’s. “i don’t want to sound.. insensitive, when i say this.” your voice stayed smooth, but odin could tell something was bothering you enough for you to not want to say it. which by the way, annoyed him to absolutely no end. he can add this to his never ending list of cons from his experience as ‘tyr’. with a sigh, odin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “whatever you have to say, i know you mean no harm.” he smiled, “take your time.”

his own words made him want to roll his eyes. time was modest, and he didn’t want to waste his on this moment. though he knew his dear son would waste away to nothing if it was for you. so that’s what he’ll do.. for the mean time, that is.

you brought odin’s hand up to your mouth to press a kiss onto it, holding it to rest lightly on your lips as you thought of your next words. “i know it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and there are more important things we need to be worrying about at the moment..” you began to trail off, rambling on and finding words to circle your point. odin sighed and removed his oversized hand from yours, instead placing both of them on either side of your head, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “forgive me for interrupting, but i worry for you. tell me what’s on your mind, let me help.” odin couldn’t help but let himself admire the look on your face. your eyes, slightly wider than usual and your cheeks warm against his foreign palms. he wouldn’t deny your beauty, never has. as much as he hates to admit, one of the very rare things he’s remotely jealous of, was you and how he could never have you.

“okay. okay, i’m sorry.” you closed your eyes and swallowed, holding onto odin’s wrists. “i would like for us to indulge in a little normalcy like once before, spend the night in each others embrace.” eyes locked on odin’s, straying occasionally to observe the face of the lofty god.

‘oh?... oh.’

“oh.. well,” odin began, clearing his throat and surprisingly finding himself stumped. his first instinct was to push you away from him and excuse himself from the room. the look on your face is ultimately what got him. the pure hope mixed with slight embarrassment had his blood boiling in all the right- no, wrong places. this is the last thing odin should be worried about. yet here he is, mind rapidly filling with images of you beneath him, his hands squeezing and groping your body and skin rubbing against skin.

he could feel tyr’s skin heating up, sweat collecting on his forehead and his heart pulsing just a bit faster than usual. “yes, yes i.. i would like that.” his words left his mouth faster than his brain could comprehend, but yet he didn’t feel any regret. he knew this was wrong, he also knew that’s why he was even more aroused by it.

that was all it took for odin to take your chin in his hand and shift forward, “are you sure?” your nod came quick and he suppressed a smug grin at your eagerness.

it wasn’t long for the both of you to get undressed, your bare back now pressed against the soft fur of the bed, odin’s mouth and hands traveling across your neck and torso. getting lost in the moment, he began to squeeze the meat of your thighs and couldn’t help but nip at them, surely creating a few bruises. a squeal of surprise came from your throat and you gazed down at him, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. “tyr- you’ve never done that before,” odin tensed as if he got too carried away, but the sight of your overly reactive and excited body eased his worries. “please, do it again.” your request immediately clouded his brain, just as the sensation of a new bite clouded yours.

maybe he could get used to this after all.

Copyright © [2023] by [rohansregret]

[soft-for-them]

The lost god - Týr x plus size reader

Summary: Týr has heard of a lost god, a god who is no longer in her homeland, a god who he needs to meet.

A/N: I wrote this quick which is odd for me for I'm bad at actually dedicating time to writing asgfdsrfg.

Týr had heard stories of the lost gods, deities for some reason or another who left their own pantheon of gods never to return, to either live out the rest of their life peacefully without the blood and destruction the gods otherwise brought or to become a stronger deities themselves, to rule and protect without the other jealous gods trying to steal their thunder.

He had heard a rumour, one spread by the white men who traverse the seas looking for distant lands to colonise that there was once one of these lost gods captured and bound on one of their ships, that she was kept as a good luck charm, a good omen so they did not die at sea. Týr did not want the vile stories to be true, for every story the white men gave him the more he realise that this so called god was not all powerful like Odin or Ra but only a daughter of a demi-god, a nymph with a powerful ancestor, a human who wanted to be mortal but was stuck with un-human powers that she could not control.

Maybe that why he tracks alone this beach, sand all over him, warm sea water soaking him through his trousers and his stomach growling like a wolf. He wants to find this god, this woman who escaped to find meaning in her life, he needs to know if she is real.

Truly Týr would never think that she’d end up somewhere in South America, let alone mingling with the Aztecs becoming a secondary god to them. He had met the Aztec people, the Aztec gods, all of them had told him tales of a woman living in the sea down south, her face familiar yet foreign.

The tale told by the working people, if true (for the gods were vague when talking about the new god, their resentment towards her evident by the jealously riddled on their faces), was one that captivated him, compelled him to find her.

The story goes that decades ago a fisherman found a woman, naked and hurt, floating in the shallow waters, her hair so overgrown that fish nestled in her locks and starfish clung to her (s/c) skin. The man had feared her to be dead but as soon as he got near her eyes snapped towards him making him almost fall out his small wooden boat. The story goes that the man ran away but came back with food to feed her. He picked the debris off of her skin, shoed away the fishes and crustaceans in her hair, that every day he came back to her with food, that every day she moved more and more, that she healed, until one day he came back to find her splashing around in the shallow waters like a jubilant child.

It has been said that offering food to her at the little alters dotted around the small seaside town brought good luck to the fisherman, it made sure that they got home with big catches, that the stormy sea would not take their lives.

Týr had spoken to an old woman nearing a hundred and in broken Nahuatl, he had asked about this lost god only for the old woman to laugh and call her (Y/n) of the sea. She also called her a ‘little girl’ too much like her own granddaughters, that this ‘so called god’ who could bring such luck to everyone was merely shy around new people. The old woman was wise, she knew what kind of person Týr is, for no man has ever stood that tall without having god blood in them. She pointed Týr in the direction of (y/n) of the sea, told him to bring her an offering whilst also demanding him to pass on a message to her from herself and the family.

So as her traverses down the beach and climbs over rock pools, his large hand holding onto a pot filled with food, the offering still warm and fresh, he looks on. He’s already looked all over for this (y/n), he does not want to give up hope but even as a god himself he can’t seem to find her.

“We’ll have no wars around here buddy.” a voice calls out real close making the Norse god of war spin around.

There standing close, wearing only a long white dress reminiscent to the type of dress you’d see statues of Greek gods wearing, the holes in the pure white dress patched up with colourful woven patches of fabric the same fabric that most Aztecs make their own clothes from, the dress clinging to her full plush body, the fabric draping off her shoulder. Her hair is down and natural, the locks long and without damage, her (s/c) skin covering in scars tiny and big.

From where Týr stands, his lean figure towering above her, he can see more that a normal man would of this beautiful woman looking up to him with fiery eyes.

“Pardon-“ Týr clutches at his pot as the shorter woman steps forward.

“-you’re a war god, there is no war here, not when I’m around.”

She places a hand covered by beaded shell bracelets wrapping around her fingers, palms and writs on top of the pot, pushing it down so it does not block her face from view of the Norse god. Her eyes so filled with emotion gaze upon him, her hands smaller and softer than his ready to grab him by the lapel of his shirt, drag him into the sea and let the waves snuff out his life.

“Týr. Why are you here?” she demands, stepping ever closer.

“I have come to find (Y/n), a god of the sea and of luck.” Týr, shocked that someone so pretty but so mortal looking, someone with a familiar by foreign face, knows his name, knows of him.

“What on Gaia’s earth do you want with me?” you say with trepidation.

“You’re (y/n)!”

He smiles, a relief washing over him.

“Yes-“ you scowl, “-what of it?”

“I have so much to ask you.”

“I’m not here too cause war.” Týr says as he looks out to the calm sea.

He then looks down at you, yourself sitting ever so close to him on a flat faced rock just so you can sit at his height, himself crossed legged in the sand. You casually eat the food offering he had prepared, your fingers and wrists now bare from all the jewellery so you can pick at the food with your fingers with getting your treasures dirty.

“You need to understand something Norseman-“ you begin, hand covering you mouth as you swallow your food, “-my mother was a water Nymph, a daughter of Poseidon, my father a powerful man from a kingdom called (place). Where I was raised there was this Spartan, a god of war. He brought so much death, though most all the gods did deserve it-“

You look to Týr who looks at you with such concentration in his glowing eyes.

“- however, I could not bare seeing the death of my so called homeland, even if I agreed with the death of some of those bastards.” you place the pot down on the rock beside you near your many bracelets, “People here see me as a god and whilst I have my gripes with all this God stuff, I help bring peace, so you must understand that you being here spooked me.”

“But you know of me?” he begins.

“When your long boat hit my waters I was told, the sea is my friend you see, she tells me things and ever since then I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“How though?” he asks with such curiosity that you think he was a cat.

“I have my ways Týr as do you.”

You lean down and take up all your jewellery, placing each and every bracelet back on your wrists, wrapping them around you fingers like they’re decorative rings, the wooden beads and tiny sea shells clinking together like small wind chimes.

Týr’s eye focus on the bracelets, his fascination with craftsmanship of the beads and the cords that hold them together silencing him. You look to him to see his focus, so you move your hands closer to him so he can get a better look.

“Most all of them are from the local children-“ you begin ask Týr’s own hands touch a talisman hanging from one bracelet, “- I never ask for ‘offerings’ but the towns people give them anyway and I cannot stand to take food from their mouths if they’re starving.”

You move your hands closer into Týr’s, his long fingers touching every single bead adorned on your form.

“This on here-“ you point at a knotted bracelet on your left wrist with the tails long and frayed, the beads jiggling around the loop, “-is the first one I got. This little boy wanted to give me his food for his father’s safe return for he had gone missing but I said ‘no, I cannot take this’ and I urged him to eat the food himself. About a week later his father had returned from sea a bit sunburned and famished but alive. The next thing I know the little boy finds me and gives me this, he made it himself as a ‘thank you’.”

The bracelet is clearly made by a child. There are many random knots in the string from where he tied the thing incorrectly and it’s way too big for you own wrists but you cherish it, you cherish all the little gift you get given.

“I washed up here about a hundred or so years ago, I live here, I even married here-“ you pause for a moment, you gaze shifting to the memory of the lone fisherman who saved you and the feelings you had for him, how you married that man, how you watched him die, “-I don’t need any strangers coming in and messing everything up. I protect this place, I protect it from selfish gods.”

“You’re worried that you people will die.” you look up at Týr with watery eyes but with a soft smile.

He still studies the beads, his fingers hitting your skin every now and then making a little shiver shoot up your arm, but now his eyes peer up to you.

“People die all the time, I just want my family to be happy.” you pull your hands away, Týr’s own hands still hovering in the air like he wasn’t done studying your hands, “I suppose you talked to my family Týr?”

“Yes.” his eyes glow as he looks at you, a look you can’t quite pin point pooling in those bright eyes.

“I suppose abuela used you as a messenger, huh?” you face brighten up at the thought of the old woman (though you’re older than her by hundreds of year), she treats you like a granddaughter. In your head you can imagine her sternly making Týr repeat her request over to her just so he gets the wording right.

You stand, pushing yourself off the rock, making sure your white dress does not ride up too much to show the chubbiness of your thighs. You pick up the pot Týr gave you, a very Greek looking cooking pot you now notice, the food still in there ready to eat any other time.

Týr goes to speak but you beat him.

“Wait- let me guess. She has invited me to dinner tonight with the whole family and I must come or she’ll send out all her sons to find me.”

“More or less, yes.”

You begin walking away but you stop and wait for Týr. He’s become shy for he hesitates before getting up and following you.

“I’ve got time until I need to go but until then I’ll show you some cool god stuff.”

[celestialhole]

Playing hide and seek with Tyr

♡

This is chaotic

♡ He would definitely be that kind of seeker that finds you but just acts like he's still searching for you and then scares the shit out of you the moment you peek from your hiding spot (he'll apologize after tickling the life out of you)

♡ Yall play hide and seek in every realm

♡ If you're the seeker I can imagine him hiding under a table-

♡ Atreus and Thrud join, and the moment he starts counting yall are like rats running away. He finds Thrud first, Thrud finds Atreus, and Atreus (after 15 minutes) finds you but you just tell him to pretend he didn't find you. He agreed after you bribed him with your dessert...

♡ Atreus leads Thrud away from your hiding spot but you start to get bored and make sure no one is around before leaving your hiding spot

♡ You start searching for another hiding spot and see Tyr searching for you in a small (unoccupied) house

♡ You quietly go to the house and slam the door before rushing towards a nearby tree and hiding behind it

♡ He made a startled sound and walked outside looking around his surroundings. Slowly realizing you were nearby he softy chuckled, you held back a giggle when you heard him getting closer to your hiding spot, but the moment you thought you'd get caught the footsteps stopped.

♡You fought back the urge to look behind the tree but your curiosity got the best of you, you stood up and turned your head to peek behind the tree only to see Tyr who stood on the other side of the tree peeking behind it as well with a playful smile on his face.

♡ You smiled and made a run for it but he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, immediately tickling your sides and smothering you in kisses. "How'd you know I was behind the tree"? you manage to say through his assault on your torso. "Forgive me dear, but you're not very good at being quiet, I could easily hear your giggles".

♡ Tyr stopped tickling you the moment Atreus and Thrud found you two sitting on the grass. You gave Tyr a small smile and stood up walking over to Atreus and Thrud.

Atreus: Hey y/n, I'm still getting that cake right?

Tyr: What cake?

Atreus: Oh- uhh

Atreus looked over to you, you sighed and looked away from him

Atreus: Uhm I had already found y/n but they told me they'd give me their dessert if I kept them hidden

Thrud: Seriously? You guys cheated!?

y/n: Nooo?

Tyr looked down at you and smiled

Tyr: Tsk Tsk y/n I thought you were an honorable player of hide and seek

y/n: This coming from the god who hides under tables

♡

[lime-sketches114]

Good morning to you, I’m wondering if you have a WIP list and do you do requests in order of receiving them or which ever you feel like doing 😇

I do have WIP stuff, I can list it now. And it's sort of both for the second question, I'd like to go in order but sometimes the creative vibes go somewhere else too like with my art or different topics hehe.

Here's the WIPs I have so far in order

Freya × F!Reader (coming out first)

Freyr × NB!Reader (coming out second)

Baldur × Reader (I have like 2 or 3 now)

Thor × Reader

Tyr × Reader (Kratos' daughter)

Heimdall × Reader (also Kratos' daughter)

I already have a Heimdall × Valkyrie!Reader out already!

Be sure to check out my × Reader request post for more details! Maybe I'll update the list idk

UPDATE FEB 2024: These Prompts are either already out or not coming out at all due to personal reasons and falling out of the fandom for a bit. Please take a look on my blog for more stuff.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Five

Masterlist

The night had passed, without Atreus coming home.

You stayed with the group, waiting for the boy. But obviously, he wasn't return. There was no way he would have made it to Asgard. Is not it? Your gaze rested on Tyr. He spent all his time cooking and locking himself in his broom closet. When was he going to get his act together? You groaned, running your hands over your face. Maybe you had to accept the fact that your husband will never be the same again. Maybe you needed to turn the page and move on.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Kratos and Mimir talking. The Greek God of War entered the room, Mimir hanging from his belt.

"The Norns," Kratos began as he approached Freya. "You found them once. Could you do so again?"

"I could try, but…," Freya began, taking down her herbs to approach the small table. "I don't see how that would-"

"They are the Fates of these lands, are they not? I would know what they know."

“The Norns aren't very cooperative,” you said, approaching the two Gods.

"How can you know it?" asked Mimir perplexed.

"I found them too. And this meeting… wasn't exactly the most pleasant."

"As long as I find them," Kratos replied. “Where do we search?”

“Midgard,” Freya replied. "But if Atreus is in Asgard, there's no getting him back without an army. We should be raising one."

“Yes, nothing like a catastrophic war to improve the situation,” commented Tyr, who entered the room. "The boy seems quite capable, perhaps if you simply give him some time-"

"You are not free of blame here," Kratos cut in, turning to the Norwegian God of War. "You encouraged his foolishness, his… confusion. I do not seek war… but if Odin has stolen my son, do not doubt the lengths I will go to."

“Your nature has always been clear, Kratos…,” Tyr replied calmly before turning his attention to you and Freya. "But you, Freya… (Y/N)… war as a first resort? That's not the women I knew. I hope the Norns can give you the counsel you need. Perhaps mine is no longer of use here. "

Tyr walked away, followed quickly by Freya. Explaining that now was not the time to further divide. You slammed your hands on the small table, cursing under your breath. Tyr was serious? He dared to say that you were not the woman he had known. In rage, you threw the table against the wall. Breaking the furniture into small pieces. You heard Mimir ask you to calm down, but you didn't listen to him. You quickly approached Tyr and Freya. The Goddess quickly stood up upon seeing your nightmarish form. You were angry.

"You dare to say that I'm not the woman you knew?! You dare to say such a thing?! It's not me or Freya who have changed, but you. You are not Tyr. You don't A coward who hides in a broom cupboard, the Tyr that I know, my husband, wouldn't hesitate for a single second to take his weapons to go fight… you were terrified in front of a child who turned into a grizzly. You are the one who decided to go to Asgard when I asked you to stay with me. But no, you went to see Odin and this is the result. 'Besides, there are some things that bother me. You could have escaped from the Svartalfheim mine alone. There were no dwarves and no Einherjars. You could have escaped easily, without causing any harm. not have done it?”

Tyr looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to answer you. The others observed the interaction without saying anything

"There's something you're hiding from us, husband. I don't know what, but I have a feeling it's something we won't like," you say, moving closer to Tyr. “Are you really Tyr?”

"Of course!" Tyr exclaimed as he stood up, forcing you to step back. "You doubt me?"

“Everyone here doubts you,” you replied, gesturing to the others with a wave of your hand. "You may have had a peaceful journey in your youth. But that's no excuse to stop fighting for your beliefs. Even you were against Odin before. Is he manipulating you right now? moment?"

"What?! No!" he replied, stepping back.

“Why are you running away?” you asked, watching as Tyr walked towards the broom closet door.

"I'm not running away! I…I need to be alone," he said, locking himself in his 'room'.

Silence reigned supreme. You took a deep breath, returning to your normal form. Your gaze rested on your comrades. Nobody spoke. Mimir was the first to break the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

"What? Are you going to tell me I'm too hard on him?"

"No, daughter. Far from it. I think he needed to hear it. I'm worried about you… are you okay?"

“Do I have a choice?”

Freya left her seat, approaching you. She placed her hand on your shoulder, advising you to go and rest. She, Kratos and Mimir were going to take charge of searching for the Norns. You nodded, moving away from the group to go and settle in the room that Sindri had set up for you to sleep in. You sat down on the makeshift bed, taking your wedding ring out of your purse, looking at it attentively.

Protection.

Strength.

Love.

His runes which represented Tyr no longer made any sense. Protection, he was no longer capable of protecting anyone. Force, he refused to use it. Love, you preferred not to think about it.

You shook your head, putting the wedding ring back into your purse. You could no longer understand Tyr and it made you more and more angry. You didn't even want to look at him anymore. You sighed, leaning your head against the wall when someone knocked on your door. You left your bed, going to open the door for none other than Tyr.

“Sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, nervously running his hand over the back of his neck. “Can we…can we talk?”

You looked at Tyr perplexed. You felt your stomach twist with unease at the sight of him. You swallowed, moving away from the door to sit on the makeshift bed. Tyr entered the room, closing the door behind him. Because the ceiling was lower, he was forced to remain bent over and had no choice but to sit on the floor to be more comfortable. Several minutes passed without any of you saying a single word. You continued to play with your ring nervously, ignoring the looks your husband was giving you. You sighed, putting your wedding ring back in your purse.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you said, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall.

"Yes… I… I wanted to apologize for what happened when Atreus turned grissly and fled. I was just thinking about your safety and I… didn't think more than that,” Tyr explained.

"You also have some responsibility in this story. I point out to you that you also encouraged Atreus in this direction by telling him about the champion of the Jotnars. Why did you do such a thing?" you asked harshly.

"I think… I had hope that Odin would finally be put out of harm's way. That we would finally be at peace and free from him."

"By a child? Hm! Since when did you become so naive? The Tyr I knew would never have sent a child into the den of the wolf. All he risks is being tortured or else kill."

"Odin does not seem to wish the boy any harm."

"What? Are you serious?!"

“(Y/N)… We've been apart for so long… I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, (Y/N). passed. After what Odin did to you… your wings, your parents, the Valkyries and my confinement, I only dreamed of one thing, finding you, holding you in my arms. arms, kissing you, making love to you, I missed you so much, my love.

As he spoke, Tyr brought his face closer to yours to kiss you. But, to his surprise, you turned your face away, making Tyr kiss your cheek and not your lips. Tyr stepped back, looking at you perplexed at your rejection. You swallowed hard, your heart was beating maddeningly fast and your hands were shaking, but it wasn't from excitement. No, you were terrified by what he had just told you. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine as you felt his lips touch your cheek. You didn't want him to touch you. Seeing your discomfort, Tyr stepped back, watching you struggle.

“(Y/N)?”

"Leave me alone. I'm tired…"

“I completely understand,” he replied, stepping back, but you could hear from his tone that he wasn’t happy about you rejecting him. "I'll leave you alone."

You watched as Tyr stood up, leaving the room, closing the door forcefully, which made you jump. You rushed out of your bed, throwing the window open to stick your head out. Your breathing was erratic, your stomach twisting so much that you felt like you were going to be sick at any moment. You had never felt so bad and terrified by your husband's touch and words.

Odin wouldn't hurt the boy?

The idea of ​​sending a child to certain death didn't bother him that much.

And seeing him try to kiss you and his words made you nauseous.

The feeling of his lips on your cheek disgusted you.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You held your breath as you turned towards the door to see it open to reveal none other than Sindri. You sighed, relieved to see that it was him and not Tyr. You took a deep breath, sitting up and running your hand through your hair.

"What…?" you asked, trying to regain your usual posture.

"I…I came to see if you were okay. We saw Tyr come in," Sindri said, approaching you. "Did he do something…?"

“He tried…but I refused him,” you explained, leaning against the window sill, keeping your head out.

"It'll be okay?" Sindri asked as she approached.

"Yes. I just need a minute," you said as you regained your composure, running your hand over your face. “We still haven’t heard from the little boy?”

“No, still nothing,” Sindri replied with a sigh.

"Hm… By now, he must have already met Heimdall and Thor…"

"If it's true…I…I don't want to imagine what they're doing to him."

"Odin absolutely wanted to have the little boy in Asgard, but why? It's probably not because he was looking for Tyr… but maybe something else. Odin was always proud of his Einherjar army and new Valkyries. There's something we're missing," you muttered to yourself. "He's not going to let Heimdall and his drunken son hurt the little boy until he gets what he wants. But… what does Odin want? Ragnarok. ..? No… pressure on Kratos…? No, I don't think that's it. So what…?"

“(Y/N)…what are you mumbling?” asked Sindri perplexed

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something," you replied, returning to sit on the makeshift bed. "But Sindri… there's something that's been bothering me for a while. Can you explain to me why you decided to help the little boy in his quest to save Tyr? Why weren't you the first tell his father?"

"Well… all the clues we found pointed to Tyr being alive. And I also wanted Ragnarok not to happen, but…"

“The exact opposite is happening and you helped the little boy by making him wrong out of pure selfishness,” you said, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of your eye. "Selfishness, you know that well, don't you? Your brother… you think I haven't felt it? Does he know it?"

Sindri became silent upon hearing your words, her complexion suddenly turned pale. As if you weren't expected to notice. A wry laugh escaped your lips as you glared at him.

"Tyr is not the only one responsible for this child's confusion. You too pushed him into a situation he absolutely cannot control. All this to avoid Ragnarok."

"No!" exclaimed Sindri. "I just wanted to help him… I wanted…"

You sighed as you looked for an excuse. Was he serious? You always found Sindri and Brok selfish. They had helped Odin create the object to take your wings, they had created Mjolnir to impress Thor, they created the Leviathan axe when realizing their mistake with Mjolnir. All this was done out of pure selfishness. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before getting out of bed to leave the room, telling the dwarf to leave it alone. But before you could walk out the door, Sindri grabbed your wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. You looked at the dwarf surprised by what he had just done. He, who usually refused to be touched or to touch anyone, didn't hesitate for a single second and he looked at you with despair.

"Please (Y/N)… don't tell Brok. He… he doesn't know and he shouldn't know," he said, looking at you in despair.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything,” you replied, eyeing Sindri seriously. "It's not my place to tell him. But know one thing, secrets always come out."

You release your wrist from Sindri's hand, leaving the room to go to the main room to see Mimir, Freya and Kratos returning from Migdard.

"I have news," Kratos announced, making everyone in the house gather together. "

"Ooh! Did the Norns tell you how to get Atreus back? Do we have a plan?" Sindri asked, returning behind the counter of his forge.

"The Norns say Atreus will be killed by Heimdall. The plan is to kill Heimdall first."

"Oh. Wow. Okay. Heimdall."

"Kill Heimdall? You have a one in a billion chance of doing it," you said, sitting down on the counter. "You have a better chance of killing Odin than of killing Heimdall."

"What Maud means is… he's never lost… he sees absolutely everything coming… unpopular at parties… this won't be easy," Sindri explained.

"Whatever his advantages. I will overwhelm him with my own," Kratos replied.

“THAT’S the idea!” Brok exclaimed, laughing. “You gotta overpapulate his sense, see?”

"And how do you plan to fight Heimdall. He will absolutely see your every move and he will parry the slightest of your attacks.," you said, crossing your arms on your thighs.

"Don't worry about that! I just got the thing in mind to help him do it.," Brok replied, moving closer to the counter and Sindri. "Sindri! Go get Draupnir!"

You tensed up when you heard the name. You turned to the Huldra brothers, watching them discuss what they could do with Draupnir. You couldn't believe it, so it was them who had stolen this damn alliance which is increasing tenfold. Mimir exclaimed that he knew it was his damn dwarves who had stolen it and that because of them, Odin had blamed him for Draupnir's disappearance. Tyr was quick to make this known, approaching the counter, also repeating that it was the dwarves who had stolen it. As Sindri walked away to fetch Draupnir, Brok explained that they hadn't stolen anything, that they had just taken back a gift that they should never have given in the first place. You couldn't believe it, but was it really that surprising? You sighed, running your hands over your face, massaging your temples which were becoming sore from hearing everyone talking at once. You heard Tyr disapprove of the fact that Kratos was determined to kill Heimdall and that violence was not the solution. You heard Kratos reply that he understood his way of thinking, but that he couldn't leave his son in danger and you heard Freya trying, as best she could, to calm them down.

All of this was really starting to get on your nerves.

You were grateful when Sindri returned with Draupnir. Brok approached his brother, holding out a bag for Draupnir, announcing that he was taking over.

“How long will it take?” Kratos asked as he approached the dwarves.

“We'll have to go to Svartalfheim to get the rest of the materials,” Sindri explained. "Not to mention we'll have to visit: The Lady."

The Lady? She still had her forge after all this time? Although, she has always been an immortal being. You sighed seeing Sindri being relieved by taking out Draupnir and seeing him duplicate himself. Had he almost lost it? Seeing his brother hesitate to put Draupnir in the bag, Brok slapped Sindri's hand, making her let go of Draupnir. Sindri glared at Brok, rubbing her sore hand before turning to Kratos, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready. You watched Kratos, Freya, Mimir and the dwarves leave the house, leaving you alone inside with Tyr, but your husband quickly returned to lock himself in the closet that served as his bedroom. You frowned, getting off the counter and moving closer to the cabinet. You pressed your ear against the door, trying to listen to him, but there was no sound. You moved your ear away, putting your hand on the handle to try to open the door, but it was locked. You groaned, stepping back and looking at the door in confusion.

Why was Tyr locking himself in this damn room?

Why stay locked there for several hours?

It didn't make any sense.

You sighed, turning your back to the door to go back to your room. You stopped in front of your door, taking one last look at the closet door.

Now you were sure, Tyr was not your husband.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[wrr000]

Hi there :) just a general question but which of Odin’s sons do you think would give their crush flowers for Valentine’s Day 🌹

Thank you for request! I was about to write something, but I feel awful and don't wanna force myself;; I'm sorry for the lack of content. Hope you will enjoy it anyway!!

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Tyr: Mostly likely he would. Tyr may be awkward when in love, but he sure is romantic. He loves giving you all kinds of gifts from another realms so expect special flowers you've never seen before!!

Thor: Some may say he isn't the most romantic, but Thor wouldn't waste an opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. He would gladly give you the most beautiful flowers in all Nine Realms and he doesn't care about what others say, you are his lover after all!

Baldur: Don't get me wrong, he's a sweetheart, but that curse shit broke him and he's even more awkward and confused than Tyr. He's just not sure what to give on that day or maybe you'd prefer a quality time. Not to mention how much flowers remainds Baldur of his mother. After a while expect something nice, but it won't be flowers.

Heimdall: I love him, but no, he wouldn't give you flowers or any other physical gift. Man, Heimdall's difficult to deal with. I feel like he wouldn't be into Valentine's Day in general, it's stupid to him. But he loves you, no doubt about it. Expect nice and quality time 'cause he wants to make it special for you!

[yiminsuu]

Hey, I was wondering if you wrote hcs and if so can we have some soft hcs for Tyr?

-🍭

I don't do requests, but headcanons? *gasp* You're trusting me with headcanons?? And for soft Týr no less?

Well, I hope I don't disappoint!

↳ NSFW Headcanons

Toll cinnamon roll!

He is big, but rules don't say he has to be a brute.

Takes care of everyone even if they hate him, I like to think he was the favorite uncle (and Aesir) until a certain point in Mythology.

If things go right and you are a very sympathetic and kind person, he turns so mushy when he sees you and that feeling never goes away.

Týr doesn't care AT ALL how his love looks like, he loves every part of your body, and the first thing he will do is ask for permission to embrace you.

Comforts you when you are having a breakdown or suffering from low esteem, he won't leave your side until you are smiling for him again.

He will visit whenever he can, always with gifts and flowers even if you don't ask for them.

Will tell you all about his travels when you are both snuggling and warm in front of the fire.

Will most likely get nervous and flush if you are the one to ask for affection first, won't say no to you tho.

Understand! PLEASE! He is afraid to hurt you in any way even if you are strong, he is taller in every sense of the word and if by chance you have a frail body, he won't be able to touch you for a little while.

Doesn't want you to go on his travels even if he wants to. By chance, let's say he discovers a hostile land while you are together, he won't be able to live with himself if something happens to you, and if it was his mistake...

Hide and seek games (yeah you read it right), there are times Týr takes so long to visit you that when he finally does and you are not in your house he gets worried, until he hears you giggle, of course. He always catches you and smoothers you with kisses, muttering how he'll never let you go.

Makes the most delicious dishes you have ever savored.

Will take care of you when you are sick, and Gods can't get sick so he gets to cuddle in bed with you!

If you are shy then he is timider than you in some aspects. You hug his arm? Gets shy. You kiss his cheek? Gets shy. You compliment him? Gets shy. Who knew the God of War can't handle cuteness.

Týr is most likely to be vulnerable with you when he's at his lowest, and he knows he truly loves you when you give him the same comfort he provided you with.

[ravenloop]

God of War Masterlist

Baldur:

One-shots:

One Day

Heimdall:

One-shots:

In Time [Yandere!Heimdall]

Right Here

Love of mine

Headcannons:

Heimdall, Thor and Odin with a reader who always has food on them

Heimdall, Sindri and Týr with s giantess S/O

Heimdall not being able to read your mind

Series:

Hidden Away - [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Thor:

Headcannons:

Thor, Heimdall and Odin with a reader who always has food on them

Thor and Odin meeting S/O with amnesia

Thor and Kratos with a powerful, apathetic S/O

Thor with an S/O who has ADHD

Thor and Odin with an S/O who got amnesia after they met

Odin:

Headcannons:

Odin, Heimdall and Thor with a reader who always has food on them

Odin and Thor meeting S/O with amnesia

Odin and Thor with an S/O who got amnesia after they met

Odin reacting to his S/O being a ruler from another realm

Drabbles:

S/O with floating piece of space as hair

Kratos:

Headcannons:

Kratos and Thor with a powerful, apathetic S/O

Drabbles:

S/O with floating piece of space as hair

Týr:

Headcannons:

Týr, Sindri and Heimdall with a giantess S/O

Sindri:

Headcannons:

Sindri, Týr and Heimdall with a giantess S/O

Freyr:

One-shots:

Admiration and Much More