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I LOVE the piece you did with god of war freyr! could I request headcanons on how he'd try woo the reader? especially if they keep accidentally friend zoning him!

>Oblivious reader is officially one of my favourite things to write lol

>Pairings: Freyr x reader

>WARNINGS!: None

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Headcannons: Freyr trying to win your affection

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— Freyr is absolutely the biggest player known and you cannot tell me otherwise. He's definitely been with countless of partners, and who could blame them?! He's Freyr.

— That being said, despite him being a player, he definitely falls for you. And he falls hard. I don't mean that metaphorically either, when he first met you he stared so hard he tripped face-first into the mud.

— You're the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on, perfect in every way, like you were made from the very roots of Yggdrasil. And he's not shy, he tells you that straight to your face with the stupidest expression ever—he thinks he looks handsome.

— But that stupid smirk is wiped right off his face when, instead of flirting back like you were obviously supposed to do, you just tell him "Thank you!" with that gorgeous smile and walk away.

— Really? He just called you one of the most poetic things he could think of and you're going to just say thank you?! Whatever, he brushes it off and decides that he wasn't trying hard enough.

— He continues with using sweet words and compliments, buttering you up nicely with "You're looking extra radiant today" or "I love your voice", simple things. When you once again just thank him before walking away, he can feel his eye twitching. Nevermind. Perhaps it's time to take things a step further.

— If he had Ingrid at the time, he'd definitely try and gift it to you, only to be ultimately halted by Freya with a smack. He's definitely tried it with other woman in the past (and Odin).

— He starts bringing you things back from when he goes on missions every so often. They'd range from beaded necklaces to flowers he placed in your hair to jewels he found in some hidden chest. It buffs up his ego when he sees you wearing it most of the time.

— You're also the first person he talks to when he returns to camp, first person to hear the details about what he saw while out. Majority of his time in camp he spends with you. If you're ever sent out on missions, he'd try to come with you, and if he can't then he'll just send someone trusted with you.

— By now it's painfully obvious he's fawning over you like a young mortal man. Everyone in the camp can see it, everyone but the one person he wants to see it: you. As dreadful as it was to witness, everyone in camp found it too funny to really step in and help either side out.

— Up to this point he really tried to make his hints obvious, and he's sure there's no way they could be more out in the open than they already are. Eventually he gets fed up when you turned down another advance of his and just straight out yells his feelings.

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"I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!" "Oh. As a friend or...?"

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🥳🥳🥳 have any resolutions you would like to share?

HAPPY NEW YEARS TO YOU TOO ANON!

As for resolutions? I plan to try and survive this year :') AND TO POST MORE!

I binged a lot of new shows this year (by that I mean 2 lmao) so expect me to write for more fandoms this year 👀

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However you doing? Happy holidays !

A MERRY HAPPY WONDERFUL HOLIDAYS TO YOU TOO!!

Hopefully I stop procrastinating my writings for the new year LOL

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since coming back, how many requests have you gotten and for who?

So far not that many.

I have a few new requests and mainly a couple old ones, plus a few in my drafts (still thinking whether I should post them or not). Most are for GOW characters like Kratos, Thor and so.

I'll try pushing out a request this week! :)

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Might I request a little funny-esque little drabble or headcanins for Odins and Kratos’ lover having this floating, piece of space itself hair?

I really like space... You will be getting space-themed requests…

AN: i hope I understood this right - either way it's an amazing request lol thought I feel like I did it kinda shitty- (ah well) Enjoy!

Pairings: Odin x Reader, Kratos x Reader

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Odin

"I'd prefer not having the space between realms all over my table while working, dear."

That made you look up.

"Oh... oops." You gave a sheepish smile, seeing as your hair was sprawled all over Odin's work space. It looked like chaos, honestly. Stars and galaxies littered across a wooden table. Some floating in the air, too.

He watched as you gathered it all up, letting it fall over your back neatly, some of it still floating a bit. Your hair was long, almost as long as Sif's (you don't know how she keeps it all together), and quite often it got in the way of Odin's tasks when you were alone.

It hardly seemed to bother him though. Even now.

"I still wonder how it's possible..." He muttered. "That my hair is so long?" "No, that it's a piece of realm fabric itself."

You smiled sheepishly at that.

"It's a gift from the universe itself, perhaps." That response seemed to make him think.

"It's surely a unique one," He said while reaching over to brush aside a floating strand from your face, "I wonder it's purpose."

Brows raised, you asked, "What purpose would floating, starry hair have?"

His eye met yours for a second, lips twitching in something that resembled a faint smile. "Everything has a purpose, yes? I'm sure it's meant to do something."

You hummed in thought, grabbing a strand of your hair. A grin spread across your face.

"You think I could strangle someone with the universe?"

"No."

Kratos

"You want me to do what?" You had to suppress the eye roll that so desperately wanted to escape.

"Braid my hair." You said a second time, "Or at least brush it. I'm tired of it getting everywhere."

It was easy to understand your frustration. Currently Kratos watched as the bursts of stars and colourful skies floated around your face, it almost obscured the entire cabin. Not because it was everywhere, but because of how colourful it was.

He let out a deep groan that you grew to understand means 'Fine, but I won't like it.'

Without saying anything, he extended his arm towards you. Smiling in victory, you handed him the brush and turned around so he could get to work.

The feeling of his rough, calloused hand ls gently grabbing stands of your hair as he brushed it and weaved the strands together felt nice. Kratos knew how to be gentle when the moment called, despite his fear of hurting you sometimes.

He was reluctant at first, but eventually allowed you to teach him how to braid hair. It was strange for him (he's not exactly rocking the most luscious hair), but eventually he learned how to do it.

"There." His hands left your hair a few minutes later. You stood and reached behind to feel the long neat braid he had put your starry hair into.

Still smiling, you turned around to face him. "You're getting better."

All you got was a grunt of approval.

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AN: I really didn't know what to put for Odin, I'm sorry 😭

[ravenloop]

Soooo happy you're back! You're writing is great and I'll admit I am deprived of Odin content lmfao

Lmfaoo I get that, don't worry there's no judgement here considering I simp for a centuries old man who bullies children

Feel free to send any requests for Odin ;)

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would you consider writing for brok? i’m so glad your back, your writing is amazing

Aww thank you smm <3 I get so happy when people say that 😭

And yes, ofc! I'd definitely write for the little blue buddy! I adore him (we won't speak about his death)

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WELCOME BACK!!! WONDERFUL FIC :))

THANK YOUUU

I sincerely apologize for disappearing for the hundredth time lmaoo - hopefully this fic makes up for it for now

Also the inspiration to write really hits me only at midnight huh

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AN: Did I really just disappear for months only to return now? YESS (we won't question anything but I'm writing finals so that's why if you're wondering 😭)

Pairing: Heimdall/Reader

Request: Something cute with Heimdall and his child maybe?

This was also requested by a friend... I see you.

—Love of Mine—

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"For someone who picked on a little boy, you're quite a softie with children."

The comment had him glaring at you, but his gaze immediately left you as your daughter tugged at his tunic, wanting his attention again. Lilac eyes softened ever so slightly.

"That little boy has an ego too big for his size. He thinks himself smarter than us all," Sounded familiar, "Yet Allfather refuses to see it."

"Oh, he sees it. And I'd guess he has a plan that he's keeping hidden for now." Pushing yourself off the wall, you walked over to the two sat. He had been braiding her hair for the past couple minutes. 'She wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't do it' is what he told you, but you didn't need bïfrost eyes to see that lie.

The way his fingers gently wove through strands of her hair said enough. Of course your daughter—the daddy's girl she is—was ecstatic about it. She didn't move from his lap once. Her little legs swung as she patiently waited for him to finish the last braid.

"No one knows what goes through the Allfather's head." When he finished, you lifted your daughter into your arms, you could see the beautiful Asgardian braids he had given her. Similar to his own.

"Happy?" I asked. She smiled and nodded quickly.

Heimdall stood with a chuckle, his earlier irritation at the Jotun boy seemingly gone. He rarely stayed angry for long when with you and his daughter. It was hard for him to admit it out loud, but he adored his beautiful wife and daughter more than he'd ever say.

Maybe, he'd find the words to tell it to you one day.

"Why don't you ever braid my hair?"

"You're not a four year old, are you? You can braid your own hair."

"Rude," You scoffed. Your daughter giggled.

Heimdall smirked, that same smirk you went from hating to getting butterflies at seeing it. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close. "Ask me again when I feel like."

"And how do I know when you'll 'feel like'?"

"You're my wife, shouldn't you instinctively know these things?"

"Heimdall."

A low chuckle, "Joking." His arm slid further around your waist. His other hand gently placed itself on your daughter's back as you held her on your hip. His way of showing love behind closed doors as his chin rested on your forehead.

"So you'll braid my hair?"

"I'll think about it."

You smiled to yourself. He had strange ways of saying he loved you.

Maybe, he'd find the words to tell it to you one day.

Maybe, you didn't need words to know how deeply he truly cared.

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AN: short but I thought it was cute lol. But WOO first fic after... Months. My bad lol. I'm still busy with finals so I probably won't write much (shocking) but yeah! Hope you enjoyed :)

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Hey! I was wondering if I could request for GoW Freyr? Something like the reader is a witch whom Kratos and Atreus rescued from freezing at the start of Fimbulwinter, and she joins them on their journey — and when they travel to Vanaheim, she meets Freyr, who is quickly smitten with her?

—Admiration and Much More—

Pairing: Freyr x Female!Witch!Reader

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AN: WRITERS BLOCK IS A TERRIBLE THING FOLKS! But I'll trying to push out requests every week now. Enjoyyyy! <33

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Travelling to Vanaheim was something you always longed to do, hearing stories about the realm... Sadly realm travel to it hadn't been an option for a long time.

That was until you met Kratos, and his wonderful son Atreus. When you had so idiotically went out during Fimbulwinter for too long, a blizzard making you lose your way home... Until they found you, and took you in (not without Atreus begging his father a little) Which now brought you here. To the realm you've been anticipating to visit for so long.

Vanaheim.

You also got to meet Freya's brother: Freyr. Or Yngvi as she calls him. The god and his little group of loyal followers weren't so welcoming of you at first, all of you. But you tried not to hold it against them, you cannot imagine what it would be like to live such a life in hiding, knowing the very people who called for "peace" betrayed you.

They were scared to trust again, but Freya's assurance of the alliance she had made with Kratos seemed to lighten things up. Thankfully.

All that brought you up to here, tending a wound of Birgir. There was a recent run-in with a group of Einherjar soldiers. Everyone got out alive but not without a few casualties.

"There. All done." You offered a smile to the large man. He gave his own kind one back, bowing his head slightly as he left.

"Well, Realms be damned. If I knew you were this good of a healer I would have probably begged you to join my group." Freyr appeared next to you, his usual smug smile on his face.

The presence of the god was a little surprising, but you chuckled, "Would you?... I'm honoured to know my witchcraft managed to gain the attention of a Vanir god... So much."

Whilst you busied yourself with a bowl of herbs, Freyr shrugged. "Well, I mean—I'm just speaking the truth. From what I've seen so far, you're a really great uh... Witch. Ally. I would dare to say... Aesir-ass-kicking companion, even?" He asked, raising a brow with a smile.

Shaking your head amusedly, you replied, "What about friend? Or does... 'Aesir-ass-kicking companion' fall under that category?"

You started walking. Freyr looked at you, as if the word 'friend' was almost offensive. "Uhh... Yeah, sure. Friend? Hah! Friend." He followed you as you walked around the camp.

As you continued to work, he watched you closely. His gaze taking you in, before lingering on the torn section of your clothing, where a wound had been. Now ow a dark scar took its place. "I'd uh..." He cleared his throat, leaning against a pillar, "I'd like to apologise for that too. Hope there's... No hard feelings." He chuckled lightly.

Finally you looked at him. Following his gaze, you looked at the scar on your arm where a gash had been. "It's fine, really. I don't think either of us expected to see each other." There was an amused tone in your voice as you smiled at him. The memory of Freyr attacking you coming back. Though when he saw your face, and soon came to know you were allies with his sister—he froze up almost.

"Oh trust me... I really didn't expect you." Pushing himself off the pillar, he walked around as you continued working—probably on some healing drink he imagined. "But hey! That turned out to be a good thing." He stopped again, looking at you, "Didn't it?"

Your eyes met his dark gaze. By the Realms, you were something else.

"I guess it did." You approached him slowly. He crossed his arms, leaning back. Calmly.

"Freyr?..." You called his name. He looked at you, "Yeah?" He asked in a normal voice.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and he felt his heart speed up. He watched your face intently as you gave him a small smile, your brows raising.

"You're um... Kinda standing in front of the herb shelf. And I need a few things from there—"

He blinked, turning around to see he was, indeed, standing in front of the herb shelf. "Oh."

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"He's actin' stupider than normal... Ya know what I'm thinking, dont'cha?" Brok said.

Kratos grunted lowly as they watched you and Freyr speak, "Do not tell me."

"Why don't I tell you in song form? Cause there's this beautiful song of love I've heard before!"

Mimir cleared his throat, "Oooh—"

"Quiet."

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AN: This entire thing was really just Freyr getting friendzoned by the reader- BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED! (And big apologies for the long wait)

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄? ･ﾟ✧:･

ʜᴇɪᴍᴅᴀʟʟ x ᴡɪғᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 - ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ɪs ᴛɪʀᴇᴅɴᴇss, ɴᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇɪᴍᴅᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴀs sʟᴇᴇᴘ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ sᴜᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙʀᴇᴀsᴛғᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ғʟᴜғғ

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The slow rocking of your body and the soothing words whispered tiredly in your son’s tiny ears seemed to be the only way of calming his newborn cries. His high pitched screams turning into cooes of sleep as his face became unscrunched once again.

It had been the third time you had gotten up that night to soothe him, and the moon was still high above your head, not even close to disappearing behind the morning sun. You didn’t even have anyone to take over for you and let you have your sleep as your little shit of a husband was still parading Asgard’s walls. He was always an arrogant, cocky and selfish bastard, but you would atleast expect a bit of decency for his son’s sake.

In between his cries for food and comfort, you had gotten little sleep, as you had done for the past nights since he was born. Half the time you never knew what he was crying for, and would desperately try to figure out what he was needy for. Yet most times he was only hungry, making your breasts sore and aching from how harshly he would relentlessly latch on to.

Greedy little fuck.

But you couldn’t expect much from Heimdall’s son. Greediness must practically be implanted into their DNA from your experience. You just hoped he wouldn’t be tricked by Odin like his father did, you were already having a hard time with just Heimdall himself and if there was a second one. Norns know you would kill yourself.

The sleeping babe was put back into his cradle and you sat yourself on the edge of your side of the bed, wearily rocking it as to not wake him. You didn’t dare rest your head on the pillow, knowing you would succumb to sleep and would end in the babe waking up, disturbing you yet again.

With the relentless rocking and the strain in your eyes, it seemed you couldn’t stay awake no longer and your body rested against the bed sheet’s subconsciously. Your wrist stopped its swinging on the cradle and came to fall off the side off the bed, your other tucked into your stomach. Your eyes closed and your body fell limp, the sheets covering up to your thighs and the furs dropped to the floor.

‘one more bit of sleep couldn’t hurt’ you thought, as you failed to notice the figure that walked through the door.

The morning sun flowed through the windows curtains onto your eyelids, finally waking you from your long-wanted sleep. As your eyes opened, you winced as the light beamed into your eyes and your hand shot up to cover them before they rubbed at the sleeps in your eyes.

But as your pupils got used to the room and your vision was beginning to clear, you reached out to the cradle that held your newborn son as you used the corner of it to help swing your legs across the bed. Your hands reached out to hold him for his morning feed and cuddle, yet you only grasped the baby blankets he was previously wrapped in.

If you weren’t fully awake earlier, you certainly were now. Your head shot off of the pillow and your eyes frantically searched for him under the blankets. Maybe he was at the very edge of the crib and was smushed up against its wooden side? Or just hidden under the pillows? But he wasn’t there. Not in his cradle. Your baby was not in his cradle.

Before you could even get up to search for him and call out to try and hear his small cooes, a voice that was not there last night came about.

“You are not the only parent here, you know? Why you worry so much about him I don’t know.”

That vicious little shit.

Your head spun around to the voice and your eyes locked on Heimdall. He was on his side of the bed, already dressed and his whole body propped above the bed sheets, ankles crossed. One hand held a book in his lap as the other supported your babe by his bottom as he slept on his fathers chest soundly. His eyes were still fixed on the book as you looked at him bewildered.

He had actually shown up. And was taking care of your baby boy.

“Stop acting so shocked. Your acting as if I’m not capable of being a father.”

He rolled his eyes, yet they never seemed to leave the book. “You’ve been taking care of him for how long, thought I should at least remind him that he has a father.”

Your surprised and surprisingly heart-warmed attitude suddenly melted away in a moment. You eyes moving to glare at him, you began to retort. “Your not even capable of pretending to be nice, how would you expect me to think you could be a good father.”

“Because I’m not useless. And I care about pleasing the All-Father. If it means taking care of my child then yes.”

You deadpanned at him for a moment, before asking “Since when did you care?”

That suddenly got him to look up at you. His bifrost eyes disappearing from the contents of the book and latching onto your glaring ones. It was almost as if you had said something wrong, like you had lied to him. And that was impossible, he could read your mind for gods sake.

“I cared once the All-father gifted you to me.” He spoke, eyes flickering back to the book.

You scoffed. “Gifted?”

He rolled his eyes for what seemed the hundredth time. “Yes gifted. You should be grateful you even meet mine and the All-Father’s standards. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

You felt like smothering his face with a pillow if he didn’t shut up. His talk about ‘being gifted’ had come up many times before, it would irritate you, but in your new motherly filled life your irritation levels seemed to grow as much as your sleep deprivation. Leaving you to finally snap back at him.

“Wouldn’t be here? You say that as if I should be grateful. You have barely talked to me since you even found out I was pregnant. I may aswell become a single mother. And after how many night and days I have not slept, you give me one single night out of the months he’s been born to let me sleep and suddenly you’re a good parent? No. You’re not. So give me my son and let me take care of him.”

You probably shouldn’t have said that, but with how infuriating it was to have to take care of a baby with nearly no breaks except for the off chance that Sif would let you have a late morning by keeping him asleep while you did. But still those were rare. And where in the realms was your husband? His father? Oh, he was out walking along a fucking wall day and night. It felt good to tell him off. After all, you had a son to feed.

Yet again, Heimdall’s eyes looked back to you, his book now tossed onto the bed beside him. His mouth opened to speak as his lips curled in anger and his eyes narrowed at your crossed leg form. But he was never allowed to speak as your son began to wail, almost as if it had sensed the tension in the room and saved his mother from an earful of hatred from her own husband.

His cries made you look down at him as he shifted in the blankets Heimdall had wrapped him in. His adorable little face was scrunched up again and his tiny hands formed into fists as he held desperately to the blankets. You ignored Heimdall and snatched him gently off of his chest, and began to unwrap the blankets from him.

You held him against you, your arms supporting his back as his head rested in the corner of your inner elbow gently. You whisper sweet shushes as you rocked your arms up, down and side to side like his cradle would, careful enough not hurt him. You would need to feed him soon, but with Heimdall watching you weren’t comfortable enough to yet. But then again you had both had to fuck one another to be here.

With all of your rocking and sweet words as both of your’s son cooed at them after he finally settled down, you missed how Heimdall’s eyes softened ever so slightly at your comforting form. Your mood changed so quickly even he did not foresee it. And all of it was for a baby that was his. The man you held a deep hatred for yet were bound to him by that magic of laws. Yet you still cared.

The cooes of your baby silenced as he fell yet again into sleep, now contempt with no squabbling between his mother and father. You gently lifted him out of your arms and placed him back into his blanket-filled cot, nudging the fluffy toy towards him as he grasped it with a small fist. The sight out a smile on your face as you looked down at him, so innocent and pure.

You were rocking his cradle again, just like you did last night and then foolishly fell asleep. You were a lot calmer now, and had no desire to shout and berate Heimdall for being a vicious little shit anymore. Only to watch and take care of your son.

“Go on. Shout at me. Like you always do. But quietly, I don’t want to have to put him back to sleep again.” You said.

He didn’t respond, for some reason only the Norns would know. You only heard him shuffle on the bed and expected to hear the door open and close as he left to sit upon the wall and brood again. But you felt arms wrap around your stomach and something pressed slightly against your back.

You tilted your head to the side seeing a few golden blonde locks, confirming your suspicion. “What are you-“

“You should sleep.”

You were taken aback. What was he doing? What game was he playing? First, his silence which had already made you worry he had gone off to the All-Father do have you killed for disrespecting him again. But now this? It felt so wrong. So different. So…not Heimdall.

“Your thought’s are incredibly loud. I’m not going to kill you. You are the mother of my child after all. I only said you should sleep.” He was being nice?

“Yes I’m being nice. Now go to sleep. I will take care of him.”

And you had no reply except a satisfied sigh and your eyes closing.

‘Was he always this warm?’

Once again you had woken to the sun, yet this time it was dimmed and not rising. It wasn’t mixed with pinks and ambers yet, only melting into a darker blue, hinting towards the late afternoon. It was not evening yet, which meant you had slept nearly the whole day. As refreshing as it was though, the copious amount of rest was an unpleasant feeling.

It made you feel neglectful. As if you had ignored your son. And that was a mission you would complete. Your son wasn’t in his crib as before, and his blankets were cold, hinting towards that he had not been there for the past hours. This led you to believe that Heimdall had taken him, as of earlier he had said he would take care of him. But that thought didn’t make you worry as it should’ve. He had seemed to show a softer side earlier, and what you had woken up to this morning was evidence of the crime. He was actually becoming a father.

You quickly got dressed to go In search for them. A dress and boots as normal, the sound of the shoes hitting the floor rung in your ears as you made haste to find them. You began to get to the last hallway to the lodge’s doors, but a body stopped you as you rounder a small corner.

As you looked up, the familiar blue dress and long blonde hair gave you all you needed. “Oh, Sif. Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.”

She smiled at you fondly and responded. “No need. I wasn’t looking. Are you alright? I haven’t seen you or the babe all day?”

“Oh no, I’m fine thank you. But speaking of the babe. Have you seen Heimdall?” You asked quickly, hoping she knew there whereabouts.

“I haven’t seen him. But that means he’s probably out on the wall. But what does that have to do with the babe? Is he not with you in your room? Is he missing? We can-“

You cut her off. “No! No, he’s not missing. It’s just that Heimdall has him, I just didn’t know where Heimdall was. But I’m sorry Sif, I shall see you tomorrow, i need to speak with him.” You bowed your head at her in respect and quickly walked to the lodge’s door, slipping out and into the outside.

Asgard’s air was still warm, only a slight breeze that would become chill as it became evening. The Aesir were still hustling about. Valkyries finishing up their training, merchants selling, and Einherjar going to the Black Thunder. It was definitely Asgard.

As you took in its splendours, you began to walk towards the lift of the wall. When you were stopped by a voice you hoped you would not have to hear.

“Ah! Y/n! There you are, dear.” Odin’s voice rang out, as smooth as the unfortunate day you met him.

You turned around, bracing yourself before your face was visible. “All-Father. Of what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, straight to the point.

He smiled at you manipulatively. “Oh nothing, my dear. I was hoping to see you with my grandson. But he is not with you?”

‘Grandson. You are no grandfather to him’

“He is with his father. Who I am trying to look for.” You replied, not blurting out your true thoughts.

He nodded at you before gesturing to his bird who was sat on a wooden pillar next to him. Huginn or Muninn, you could never remember their diffrences. “We’ll i believe he is on the wall, as usual. If you would like, the ravens could take you to him.” He offered.

You internally rolled you eyes at his ‘kindness’, yet plastered a fake smile and a nod. “If I can All-Father.”

“No need to thank, my dear. You are family after all.” A certain twinkle in his eye that you knew all to well. Yet you ignored it and bowed your head in respect as the swarm of Odin’s ravens surrounded you.

‘Right. Family.’

As they cleared, and there flurry of wings disappeared. You were left to the beautiful sight of the sun setting. Even in the short time you spent trying to find out where Heimdall was and trying to get there, pinks, magentas and slivers of purple were swirled together. You had always loved sunset. A beautiful sight in every realm, especially when you can have such a view of it ion Asgard’s wall.

The cooing you knew all to well was heard from behind you, making you spin on your heels to the source. You never thought you would ever look at a sight that had Heimdall in it and call it sweet or heart-warming or adorable. But with the scene in front of you you could use more than those three.

Heimdall was sat on the edge of the wall, your babe in his arms as he cooed and whined. Heimdall’s fingers sort of rubbing together in front of his face to tease him or attempt to make him laugh. Your boy’s much smaller hands reaching out in attempt to grab at his much larger ones, as his eyes stared up at his fathers. He was giggling, the same he would do when you would blow raspberries on his pudgy little tummy. You never would have thought you would see it, but Heimdall was actually getting along with his son. And he wasn’t ignoring him.

He wasn’t acting the same as his Father once did. He may have ignored you and your son when he was born and even before that. But you thought the paragraph of sense had finally drilled into his thick, stubborn skull and he was finally realising he wasn’t his father. And he didn’t have to be. You just hoped he would at least dial down the cockiness, arrogance and overall just the bitchiness in general, at least in front of your son.

You wanted to go over and watch more closely, but you also didn’t want to ruin the pure moment. You knew father and son bonding was important and with his absence over the few months your son had experienced, he definitely deserved it.

“Are you going to stand there gawking all evening or are you going to sit down?” His sarcasm came.

Shit. He had noticed you. But, then again he was the God of foresight. You don’t even know why you were surprised.

He was still playing with him, he didn’t look at you. Just invited you to sit next to him. To which you complied, your legs dangling next to his as you looked at your son. He was so happy with his father and perked up at the sight of you. One tiny hand reaching out to you, and a small cooe leaving his mouth.

You held your pointer finger out to him, his whole fist just barely wrapping around it. He giggled at you adorably and snuggled into his fathers hold, seemingly wanting to be close to the both of you as he drifted of into sleep. His fist never loosened on your finger, almost sort of an attempt to drag you into Heimdall. You couldn’t tell if it was just because he knew you were his parents or he was just smart. But the unconscious tug towards his father left you leaning into Heimdall’s shoulder as you continued to stare at your’s babe.

And you did for so long. There was barely any oranges left in the sky as he fell asleep. Purples blended into black with small flicks of silver they call stars. All throughout it though, you and Heimdall never said a word. Bathing in the silence and the youth of your child, yet never uttering a syllable.

And as he finally stilled his movements you took the chance to speak up. “I’m sorry. For earlier. When I shouted at you.”

You didn’t think you would get a response or even acknowledgment. You expected a scoff even if you did get a response to it. But you didn’t. He replied with a genuine answer.

“No. I am sorry. I was not there. Afraid, that I would become like my father. And not treat our son or you the way they should be treated.” He paused. “I will…take care from now on.”

He cared? He actually cared. And even admitted to his assholery. And promised to care. Fucking hel how much mead did you drink?

A small laugh emitted from Heimdall. He must have read your mind again. And he genuinely thought it was funny. How many surprises did he have up his sleeve?

“Don’t tempt me. Your mind goes sarcastic when your suprised.”

You laughed at that. A smile gracing your lips as you looked down at the boy. Your’s and Heimdall’s. The both of yours. Ours.

“Ours” He repeated.

Your small family. How you loved it. And it had barely even started.

“I want another one.”

“Heimdall-!?”

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Notes: I didn’t put a name because I couldn’t think of one, and number two I am just shit at names anyway. I did try to keep Heimdall in character but lmk if I should change some things. Trust me, I need the advice. :)

Anyway Astra out |

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This is the best way I've seen anyone write Heimdall as a dad aaah <33

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Hello hope your day is ok!

I was wondering if you could write a Muriel x florist reader where when Muriel is making his once in awhile trip into vesuvia he goes past the readers shop and she gives him tulips because he looks sad and he takes them but after he's gone they forget him obv but the next time he comes into town it happens again and again until he finally gives the reader myrrh and then they remember all those times and get really embarrassed

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Pairing: Muriel x Florist!Reader

AN: I did this so late I'm so sorry—but here's your request! I hope you enjoy it <333 also sorry of there's any mistakes, Tumblr is being weird lately.

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It was never easy being Muriel.

Living, knowing he was a burden to his own family. Knowing he has to live with the guilt of who he killed for the rest of his life. Those memories haunted him, especially in moments like these. When everyone purposely stood far from him as he walked through the busy streets of Vesuvia.

Even in the crowded place, people still found a way to avoid him. His appearance alone struck fear in the hearts of people. And it made him... Sad? Annoyed? Want to scream out? He wasn't sure himself.

"Sir? Excuse me... Sir!" A soft voice pulled him out of the dark space in his mind. He looked to the side, a woman was calling him. How long was she doing that?

You smiled as the man finally looked at you. He didn't seem annoyed that you stopped him, thankfully. Just confused.

"Here..." Reaching into the basket you held, you pulled out a stunning orange tulip. You looked at him and then put your hand out, offering the flower.

Muriel was shocked at this. So shocked he didn't even do anything, he just stared down at the flower. Why were you being so kind and caring towards him—warily he narrowed his eyes.

"Flowers often brighten moods. Especially ones with colours like these." You glanced down at the flower in your hand before looking back into the man's eyes, "You seemed a little down... Maybe it could help."

"...Oh." His face goes pink, and he hoped the shadows casted by his cape made it hard to see.

Slowly, he reached out and took the tulip from you. Then quickly, he muttered "Thank you..." before walking faster than ever and leaving the area. It confused you, but you quickly went back to nurturing your flowers.

A week passes.

Muriel is back in Vesuvia.

Once again he roams through the busy streets and markets. It's what he's always done for the past couple years. Nothing is new.

As always, people avoid him. They're terrified of what he is, of what he can do. And many make it clear by hugging their bags and items close to them as he walks past, even though no one even knows him.

Then he reaches a familiar place. Your flower stall. He remembers it because you gave him a flower out of kindness. No one has ever done that for him. That small act never left his mind.

And when he passes by, thinking you'd simply ignore him, he's surprised when you do the exact opposite.

"Um... Sorry, sir? Sir!" He heard your voice for the second time and freezes before turning.

Again you smile at him, and again you pull out a tulip—this time a yellow one—and again you offer it to him.

"Flowers often brighten moods, you... Seemed a little down, maybe it could help?..." You hoped you didn't offend him. His intense gaze kept flickering between you and the tulip. He had almost a shocked expression on his face, but you couldn't exactly tell.

Gently, he grabbed it and uttered, "...Thank you." Before anything else could be said between you two, he left. But you failed to see the tiny traces of a smile on his lips.

Then Muriel notices the pattern.

This goes on for another two weeks. He'd take his usual route past your stall, you'd stop him and offer a tulip, and that would be the end until his next trip into Vesuvia.

It takes time, but he finally concludes and accepts that you're a person not wanting to hurt him.

"Um... Excuse me, sir?" He turns almost immediately this time, a neutral look on his face.

As expected, you smile at him and reach into your woven basket for a tulip. You really liked tulips, didn't you?

"Here... Flowers often—" "—brighten moods," Muriel unconsciously finishes the famous line for you. His eyes widen when he realises what he did and he looks to the side when your eyes go wide.

"You've um... Given me flowers before."

"I... Have?" You don't remember seeing this man before, let alone giving him your flowers. Did you forget one of your customers? A friend? Oh, now you felt bad.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't—"

You cut yourself off when the man sighs and almost hesitantly reaches into a pouch, pulling out a bundle of something. You recognise it as myrrh.

He gives it to you, and you slowly take it from him. The smell of myrrh fills your nostrils and your brain, it's delightful, but then it brings back memories.

You have seen this man before. And you gave him tulips! How could you forget?!

Your face flushes almost instantly at the embarassing fact that you didn't recognise the man you gave flowers to every week. You don't even think about how myrrh is what helped you remember him.

"I'm... Sorry." The man just nods, he himself looks flushed, "It's fine. I... liked... the flowers."

Then he actually smiles at you. It's small, but It's the first time you've seen him do so.

That makes you smile. "What's your name?"

"Muriel...".

"Well, Muriel." You offer the same tulip from earlier again, "Flowers often brighten moods, care to take one?"

At least your flowers finally brightened his mood.

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Pairing: Heimdall X female reader

Request: Reader gets wounded in battle and Heimdall looks after them while they're heavily injured.

Warnings: Some mentions of violence and injuries

AN: Wrote this at 5 in the morning cause I randomly got motivated to write lmao. Also sorry if Heimdall seems a bit OOC in this- I hope you enjoy either way <3

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"Aagh!..."

"Stop squirming like a child. You're making this harder than it needs to be."

If looks could kill... Gná would be flying in Valhalla for eternity right now.

"You try experiencing what it's like to have an arrow lodged into you then ripped back out..." You sucked in a breath as the Valkyrie continued working on your wounds, "...then we'll talk."

You and Heimdall were sent on a mission to Vanaheim by the Allfather. It went smoothly at first, you both were navigating the rather vast and humid realm well—but then the Vanir resistance decided they wanted to ruin your day.

And as much as you hated to admit it, they really did. First that damned dark elf flew down on you, catching you off guard. Then while you were busy with her, that little pig (literally) Hildisvíni managed to sneak up behind and shoot an arrow, hitting you. Right. In. The. Torso.

You don't remember much about what happened, since you blacked out shortly after from both exhaustion and pain—though you managed to fight until the world went black, it costed you a lot, but at least it put some pride in your chest.

"There." As soon as Gná finished, you jerked away from her, ignoring the pain for a moment. There was a mutual hate that you both had for each other. Though "mutual hate" ran wild in Asgard, so it wasn't really much of a big deal. She just scoffed before turning and leaving.

"Sif does it better..." A shame the goddess was busy with her own mission. You were just lucky to be important enough to Odin and a certain Watchman that Gná didn't try anything with you.

Speaking of said Watchman, he just walked in.

Paying little mind to Gná as she left, his eyes landed on your form right away, laying wounded in bed. They swirled restlessly.

Turning away from him, there was an awkward silence. After a moment you asked, "How did the rest of the mission go?" He was silent, but you could see him stare at you from your peripheral vision.

"It went well, you could say." He made his way to you, pulling out a chair to sit right next to the bed. "But it would've been better if..." He gestured to your wounds, " some things didn't occur."

Oh, you recognised that tone. He was mad. Annoyed. Downright furious. Whether it was at you or what happened to you was still something to find out.

With a gentle touch, his fingers ran the length of the bandage wrapped around you, making your body tense. Of course he noticed, brows furrowing. "You're still in pain." That confirmed it.

"Yeah..." Gently you grabbed his hand that was on your torso while trying to sit up right. Immediately Heimdall reached with his other hand to make you lay back down, but you just shook your head with a gentle smile, despite the pain.

"What do you need? If you're hungry I can-" "Right now I just really want you, Heimdall. Nothing else."

You saw something in his gaze soften. Like all his anger and annoyance from when he walked in disappeared. His normal demeanour broken down to his truthful one—admiration but also concern.

"Stop worrying, I don't like seeing you like this." He scoffs playfully, that usual smirk sneaking upon his face, "I can't not worry about you, darling. You just ignite that part of me."

"What? The part that's suppose to be normal?"

He narrows his eyes at you and you have to stop yourself from bursting out in laughter. And you don't see it, but it makes him smile lightly. "No... Just the part that adores you."

You roll your eyes, slowly shuffling toward him. He gets what you're trying to do and grips your waist (being mindful of your wounds) to pull you in for a gentle hug. Even now, somewhat far into your relationship, it felt odd seeing Heimdall like this.

"It's sticking around for a while now, so get used to it."

"And if I don't?"

"Well... I'll just have to do it more often so you will."

You smile to yourself, pulling back to stare into his glowing gaze, "I guess you will."

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POV: You pretty much are very lonely and resort to fictional characters for comfort 🧍🏻

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These were a few lines I took from a Oneshot called 'In Time' which is a Yandere! Heimdall x Reader. I fell in love with the writing and I was going around yt one day and ran into an AI voice thingy and decided to do this. If it sounds choppy it's cause the AI voice is kinda wonky, and I had to cut and put together lines if I didn't think it sounds good. Anyways, enjoy 😭🧍🏻

Edit: I forgot to add the link to the oneshot!💔

https://ravenloop.tumblr.com/post/706021649636622336/in-time

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SCREAMING, CRYING, WAILING, BLEEDING ON THE FLOOR I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAAAAH-

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I have this audio I made in Heimdall's voice based off some lines from your fic of 'In Time'. I would to share this with you if I knew how to upload audio on here unless you removed media from the ask box •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ and I tried privately messaging you but i have no idea how to since i rarely use Tumblr 😭

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THAT- I feel so honoured knowing my fic inspired you to do that seriously ❤️😭

Also you should be able to send it since I'm pretty sure my submissions are on- also don't worry Tumblr can be really confusing most of the time lmao

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ODIN REACTING TO HIS LOVER BEING A GOD RULER FROM ANOTHER REALM but is super won't and sweet, unless you threaten their people, then your going to fucking die

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

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AN: OVERPROTECTIVE GOD WHO LOVES THEIR PEOPLE YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Warnings/tags: Just a small mention of violence and somewhat gore-y stuff near the end

At first glance, Odin would have never guessed you were a god. Your kind demeanour and gentle expressions made you seem almost... Weak.

Of course your lover would never have considered you weak. No, he knew better than to see you in that way. You were a god alright, a strong one at that.

But to be the ruler of your own realm? His mind is blown away when he finds out.

Unsurprisingly, he doesn't show how much that information truly affected him, this is Odin after all. He's a king of controlling emotions and deceiving others' perception of him—just as much as he's a king of his own realm.

Will want to know everything about your realm, only because he loves how passionate and happy you get when you talk about your people and realm that you're proud to be ruling.

Though he really does think it's interesting! He might be a god of knowledge, and knowing the secrets of realms and life may be what he's destined to know, but he genuinely does find some of what he learns interesting. Your realm is one of those things.

Many are worried he'd exploit you for your powers, which angers Odin. You on the other hand? You're hardly worried. Why? Because you trust your husband, even though he might not be the most... Loyal when it comes to basically everything. But you know he's loyal to you.

That's what worried Odin, you seemed too naïve. He no doubt appreciates and treasures how much you care, love and trust him, but he didn't like how that personality carried on with others. There was weakness in it.

Or so he thought.

It was a peaceful day, you and Odin were having a lovely stroll and talking about ways to improve things in both yours and his realm. While you chatted, a messenger you recognised as one of your people appeared, bearing the news of raids and attacks happening in your realm.

You absolutely lost it.

Odin and all of the Aesir themselves never thought you were capable of such anger and rage. For the first time Odin was both concerned and absolutely shit scared of you.

And don't even get him started one the entire ordeal that played out afterwards. Where you went back to your realm and obliterated the invaders who harmed your people. I'm talking ripping their limbs, tearing their heads off, snapping their spines and so much more.

That wasn't even what concerned Odin the most, it was the fact how you came back all smiley and apologized for taking so long, like you just came back from taking a stroll (a very bloody one at that).

But in all seriousness, Odin adores you even more now. If it was any other person he would probably have seen such brutality and power as competition (similar to how he saw Freya, with her being Vanir and all). But with you he's just glad to know you can fend for yourself, and do so much more.

Also he may or may not use you to keep some of the Aesir in place when he's too busy or annoyed to deal with them... Cough cough Thor cough cough—i mean it's not like you've ever actually tried keeping him "in place", you're too nice for that.

Even though sometimes you can be a little overprotective when someone is talking to your people, like when Heimdall was being snarky with a mage you knew and you threw him the most death-inducing glare ever that even he's surprised he's not 6 feet under yet.

Don't worry though, the Aesir now have plenty reason to not anger you, so no misbehaving will happen when you're around, even if there are some ignorant people with blonde hair and swirly eyes in the room.

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