The Almighty Johnsons
Anders Johnson x goddess!Reader
Note: This series is ongoing.
General summary: You are Lofn, the goddess of comfort, summoned by the gods to tend to them in their times of need. After being summoned by Bragi a few times, you get sucked into his world. As you attempt to navigate where you stand with each other, complications of god business get in the way.
Note: Reader character is female, of at least partial Norwegian descent, is described a few times early on as having blue-grey eyes and light brown hair, is shorter than Anders, is the goddess Lofn, works for SkyCity.
CW: 18+, smut in every chapter (including protected and unprotected penetrative sex, oral (m&f receiving), masturbation, power dynamics, and more), instances of physical violence, blood, mentions of canon murders (no on-screen murder), instances of alcohol consumption, mention of drug use, attempted non-con/assault (not by Anders), language. Major canon plot spoilers when the plot lines up with the plot of the series.
Chapter 1: Lofn
Summary: After a particularly bad day, Anders accidentally summons Lofn, the goddess of comfort, to his office in the middle of the night. Anders just happens to have a favourite way to unwind.
Summary: Anders (and his nose) had a rough time in Whangamaungamoa and he finds himself wishing he had company as he feels the inevitable pull of sleep. Luckily the goddess Lofn is meant to provide comfort to the gods.
CW: Hurt/comfort, smut, so sleepy
Words: 2,631
Chapter 3: After Bad Things Happen
Summary: This chapter ties in directly to the events of S1E7 ‘Bad Things Happen’. You are summoned to a drugged Bragi, laying mostly-naked and covered in insults in his bed. With a knife. You spend the night making things better.
CW: hurt/comfort, description of attempted/intended violence, smut, angst?
Words: 6,489
Chapter 4: Available
Summary: You encounter Bragi ‘in the wild’, but your visit is interrupted by a summon elsewhere. After helping his family through a problem, you spend some alone time with the god you now know as Anders.
CW: family issues, smut
Words: 10,942
Chapter 5: Lonely Beds
Summary: You comfort Thor on a big day, then struggle to connect with Anders until a well-timed summon.
Summary: You meet Anders at a hotel in Hamilton and he has his own brand of fun in mind for your evening.
CW: smut (mostly the whole thing is smut, tiny bit of plot kinda), praise/power play
Words: 4,547
Chapter 7: Bubbles & Bubbles
Summary: Anders leaves you alone while he tends to business during the day, though you both anticipate your evening together. Things eventually get a little heavy in the bath, and then on the floor.
Summary: As your weekend with Anders draws to a close, he gets jealous to see you out with another man while he’s working. Things get a little heated as you try to talk about it.
CW: Smut, unprotected sex, use of toy, jealousy
Words: 5,806
Chapter 9: Turned Around
Summary: Busy preparing for your move to Auckland, you are summoned first to Mike and then to Anders’s flat, but things don’t go as you’re used to.
{Set between S1E10 and S2E1}
CW: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, comfort, angst, hurt feelings, cliffhanger ending… also a lot of Mike?
Words: 10,532
Chapter 10: Crisis of Faith
Summary: Anders went to Norway to try to clear you from his mind to no avail. Determined to find a path to you and to win you over, he gets his brothers involved. He’s not the only one dealing with problems he needs help with, though.
{Set between S2E6 and S2E9}
CW: Smut, alcohol, unprotected sex (m/f), discussion of death/murder, brief violence/assault/sexual assault/attempted noncon (not by Anders) - not in that order
Words: 15,313
Chapter 11: Apples
Summary: You run into Anders during your workday and can’t help but spend the afternoon with him. You have a premonition of something you don’t understand, until you meet someone at JPR.
{This chapter and the next follow the plots from S2E9-13 and rely on you having seen the episodes for further context.}
Summary: While Anders struggles with his new bond to Helen, you try not to completely fall apart as you adjust to not being with him anymore. Difficult summons lead to unanswered questions and you back in his bed.
{This chapter and the one before it follow the plots from S2E9-S3E1 and rely on you having seen the episodes for further context.}
CW: Smut, heartbreak, breakup grief, angst, unprotected sex, Idun, mention of off-screen death, blood (but no graphic depictions of violence)
Words: 9,596
Chapter 13: Stranger
Summary: The Idun problem still lingers as you’re summoned to help a new goddess. Your mortal best friend doesn’t understand what’s going on, or why you’re keeping things from him. Anders finally opens the book you returned to him.
CW: Smut, Idun, brief mention of prior suicide attempt and murder, unprotected sex, a somewhat rude interruption
Words: 7,840
Chapter 14: Back to Auckland
Summary: You ditch the hotel in Hamilton to take Anders back to your flat in Auckland for a weekend of honeymoon type bliss.
Summary: While Anders deals with shady business offers and the threat of god-hunters, things escalate between you and Hamish, leading to an accidental use of power.
{This chapter takes place during Season 3, Episode 4, "Like the Berserkers of Old", though the events of the episode happen mostly "off-screen".}
Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, alcohol, cheeky/sweet Anders
Summary: After coming home to find you exhausted and overwhelmed with work, Anders takes matters into his own hands and helps you get the rest he knows you need with the use of his powers.
A/N: Once again I can’t get enough of sleep intimacy so here we are! I’d love it if Anders would Bragi me to bed (in more ways than one) and carry me, hence the creation of this little fic. This can be read as part of all of my other Anders stories and would take place prior to Words Unspoken. The carrying scene in this was inspired by a scene from Pam and Tommy and I couldn’t not write something similar into my fic, so yes this is completely self-indulgent what else is new?
First gif provided by @jprgirl , gifs in story provided by @enchantzz who are both angels
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Anders pulled at the handle on the door to his apartment and smiled to himself in discovering it was unlocked, excited to know you had let yourself in and were waiting just on the other side, unable to deny that he had looked forward to this all day. He tried to control his enthusiastic grin by tucking his bottom lip in his teeth as he pushed open the door, impatient to finally set his eyes on you.
"Honey, I'm home!" he called out in a bit of jest, but secretly his heart swelled from the homey routine you found yourselves in more often than not. Turning the corner to stride into the kitchen, he paused in seeing you sitting at the dining table with your hands over your eyes, your laptop open in front of you along with a pile of papers and your phone that kept lighting up. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Hi." You glanced up and gave him a drained smile, smoothing your hands over your hair as you drew your attention back to your computer. "Nothing, I just have a million and one things to do and I'm so tired. It seems like it will never end."
"I know the feeling," Anders sympathized, walking over to run his hand across your upper back and place a kiss on your forehead. You smiled again and closed your eyes, relishing in the instant reprieve he provided you as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, tipping your chin upward so he could place a kiss on your nose and then your lips.
You hummed, "Must you be so distracting?"
"Yes. It's my duty."
He chuckled and it made you wish more than ever for your endless amount of work to simply finish itself so you could focus your time and energy on the irresistible god before you. Two more emails sprung up on your screen which caused you to whine and let your head fall back, praying a lightning bolt would smite you on the spot, and naturally Anders took advantage of the opportunity and nuzzled his face in your neck, his mouth attacking you with wet, searing kisses. Your frustrated whines quickly turned into needy moans, your mind now focused on nothing other than the feel of his stubble on your skin, but when your laptop made another disruptive sound, you all but growled.
Anders pressed one last kiss on your cheek before he stepped away from you and moved around the kitchen island, grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka that was always within reach on the counter.
"When's the last time you took a break?" he asked as he filled his glass half way, looking up at you with his head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes searching yours with concern.
"I honestly don't know, but there's no time for breaks. Or sleep. Even though I am completely exhausted." You sighed and began replying to an email as Anders pulled off his suit jacket, draping it over a bar stool before making his way over to the couch to plop himself down, letting out his own empathic sigh.
"Yeah, I've noticed you haven't been getting much sleep."
"And who's fault is that?" you quipped, laughing slightly at just how many hours of sacrificed sleep were at the hands of the undeniable specimen on the couch.
He chuckled again as he started to defend himself. "Technically mine, but usually I make you so tired you have no trouble at all falling asleep after the things we do."
You shot him a sideways glance but didn't argue, seeing his eyebrows fly up on his forehead in an expression that let you know there was no use in disputing he was right. It was true; normally you had no issue falling into a deep slumber - that was always well earned - after providing each other with mind-numbing, achingly intense pleasure, but now work was preventing that from happening and weighed heavily on your mind. You watched Anders place his glass to his lips only to pause, looking at you with concern and after studying you for a moment, added, "That's how I know you've got too much on your mind."
An overwhelmed feeling washed over you and you felt your shoulders slump in defeat. If only you could step away from it all, escape to a world where it was just you and him, all of your energy focused on each other and nothing else.
He took a sip of his drink, still watching you over the rim of the glass, and moved over to make more room on the sofa. "Come sit down with me," he requested, patting the cushion. "You need to take a break. That's what I do when I have too much going on!"
"And how well does that work out for you Anders?" you asked through a laugh, knowing full well that he usually avoided tackling the things he needed to when they piled up.
"Very well, actually, considering I have Dawn to pick up the pieces as well as the use of my powers to make it all go away." He waved his hand in the air and shrugged before letting it land heavily on his thigh, giving you a splitting grin.
You shook your head, "You're such a bastard."
"I know. Now, come sit with me or I'll use them on you, too."
"Anders," you gave him a warning look, causing him to clear his throat and stare you down.
"I need you to come sit with me-" he began, his voice changing to that deliciously low tone, and you felt the rare but unforgettable warm haze cloak over you.
"You're impossible!" you accused, standing up from your chair when his powers ceased their effect.
"I know and you love it," he said with a smirk, his dimples deepening as he squinted his eyes and pointed at you.
"I do." The smile on your lips was genuine now, finally letting your mind take in the striking appearance of Anders that provided you with instant serotonin. He’d since discarded his tie and rolled up the sleeves of the light blue dress shirt he wore to expose his thick forearms, the casual appearance adding to the overall sex-appeal he always exuded, all of it making you feel weaker than your exhaustion already was.
You sat on the couch beside him, letting the cushions absorb your tension as you exhaled slowly, and immediately Anders grabbed your legs and pulled them up to rest across his lap, forcing you to spin and lay on your back.
"I bet you feel better already, don't you?" he said confidently, the way he was looking at you with a hint of arrogance making your stomach flutter.
"Yes," you breathed out, your eyelids slowly closing.
"Good girl." His arm rested up on the back of the couch as his other hand gripped your thigh and began to gently massage it, the sensation making you shift to get more comfortable and move closer to his touch.
"Anders," you giggled, unable to keep the smile from forcing its way onto your lips, his not-so-subtle words of praise no doubt trying to coax you into another form of distraction.
"What? I'm not trying it on, I swear!" he laughed, lifting his hand off of you in defense before placing it back on you firmly with a squeeze. "Seriously though, you should take a nap."
"I can't, I don't even have time to be laying here!" you cried out, attempting to sit up, only to be blocked by him leaning forward over your torso to stop you.
"I'm afraid that's where you're wrong, gorgeous." His eyes slowly trailed over your features, leaving you powerless and suddenly glued to the couch. "I need you well-rested for what I have planned for you later," he explained with a darkness in his eyes that rolled in like an approaching storm.
Anders brought himself even closer to you, his lips grazing against yours in a way that stole your breath and made you sink back into the cushions. His fingers trailed all the way up your body to land on the side of your face, the sensation making you shiver, your nipples hardening as goosebumps erupted all over you, and he placed the most careful kiss on your lips.
"Listen to me," he started, and even though you knew exactly what he was doing, no part of you wished for him to stop. You were now completely lost in his eyes, drawn in by them like they were magnets, his words washing over you with a calming warmth that made you melt as if you were suddenly formed out of wax. "You work hard to do everything for everybody else, and now it's time for me to look after you." His voice was barely over a whisper, and although he was as close to your face as he could be, he sounded far away. "I want you to close your beautiful eyes and go to sleep; get the rest you need so that I can give you everything else you need later. You're going to sleep for as long as your body requires, and only dream of the most amazing things...which is mainly you and I wrapped up together naked in a preview of what's to come. When you wake up you will feel refreshed and revived, because that's what you deserve."
Anders broke his spell by pressing his mouth to yours, kissing you slowly and letting his tongue flick over yours in the most intoxicating way.
When he pulled back you could feel his effects still lingering on you; suddenly more tired than you realized and ready to succumb to his influence.
"Oh, and you'll be extremely horny when you wake up too."
With what energy you had left, you shoved his arm and giggled satedly, your eyes falling shut as sleep inevitably began to take hold of you, the sound of his laugh taking over as yours died out. You felt his fingers continue on with their dance on your legs, creating invisible patterns which only dragged you further into the grip of sleep.
Anders sighed, sitting back against the couch, his eyes closing as he too became lost in the comforting allure of the dreams that already took hold of you. After a minute he opened them again, shifting his body so he could take in the peaceful look on your face, no signs of the earlier pressures and worries crossing your features.
God, were you ever stunning, he thought to himself, knowing he was falling more and more for you, his thoughts seldom consisting of anything else. He didn't like using his powers on you, but to see you this consumed by stress he knew he needed to do something drastic in order to combat your stubbornness, and all he wanted was to see you happy. He let out a long breath and laid his head back against the couch, suddenly feeling like he also was in need of a nap. He'd just close his eyes for a minute, he told himself, enjoying the feel of your warm body draped across his that provided the only convincing needed to let his eyelids fall shut.
His phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table, jolting him awake, and in a clumsy rush he reached forward to answer it before it was able to wake you too, sighing when he saw who was disturbing him.
"Mikkel," he mumbled quietly, rubbing his free hand over his face a few times in an attempt to erase the sleepy haze he was in.
"Anders what the hell-" He dropped the phone from his ear and pushed the red button before he could listen to any more of whatever scolding the fun-police was about to give him, glancing around the apartment that had been shrouded in darkness since he had fallen asleep. Anders turned his wrist to check the time, thankful that it was close to 22:00 and more than acceptable to climb into bed with you.
He shifted to place a knee between your legs, moving them so they hooked around his waist instead of curled up on his lap, and carefully he slid his hands beneath your back to lift you up against his chest.
A small whimper escaped your mouth as he slowly stood from the couch with your arms and legs wrapped around him, your head dropping down to tuck into the crook of his neck. He carried you across the dark living room to his bedroom, smiling into your shoulder as you held onto him tightly, his own hands gripping your bum and lower back with a sturdiness to silently let you know he had you.
"Shh, it's okay," he whispered to you as he brought you to lay on the bed, your body reluctant to unfold itself from his.
You blinked until you were just barely awake, the loss of any part of your body contacting his making you feel cold, and your eyes eventually focused on Anders undressing and placing his clothes temporarily on the chair beside the bathroom door. Realizing you were still donning your own work clothes, you lazily shifted to remove them and slid over on the mattress to allow for him to slip in beside you.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” Anders encouraged, snaking his arms around your back to collect you once again in his embrace, his warmth spreading across you instantly. You hummed, nestling yourself up to his bare chest as much as possible, his scent hot and potent on the curls that decorated his skin as you buried your nose into it.
His lips peppered your hair multiple times, his hands languidly roaming across your back, and you returned the favour by pressing your lips onto his chest and neck until you met each other in a needy kiss.
Peeling away from him enough to see his face, you brought your hand up to run across his cheek, your finger falling into his dimple, and like you knew he would he smiled and you felt yourself wishing to never sleep again in not wanting to ever miss an opportunity to look at the godly sight before you.
