Could you write something about Thor from gow as a yandere? Shooting my shot on getting my chubby man 😅Thank you
— Yandere HCs of Thor Odinson
Warnings: Yandere behavior, GN! Reader, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping & stalking, heavy alcoholism, details of depression, suicide thoughts(?), and violence (not at the reader).
A/N: Deeply wanted to post this first before Freya’s! Hole you enjoy, anon <3
While alcohol is one of Thor’s bad habits, you assuredly beat top—keep his rare, sober self clean as he desperately awaits your approval. Inhaling your words like oxygen itself. His obsession is a deep, instinctive, and inescapable type of devotion; a need to be near you, protect you, to ensure above all that nothing can ever take you away from him. Being heavily steered into violence if challenged. But, sharing a hold so faint, a ghost of touch, his fingers tracing the inner of your jaw, acting as if he hadn’t killed someone for you.
Of course, it’s shown that the mead is his support. His backbone. His stability. Swishing those complicated and oppressed feelings down his ragged throat. Drinking away every issue, every single regret, every beaten doubt he has about himself. It’s indeed the best way to enjoy the rest of his solaced evening.
The burning sensation of the ale never bothers him, but somehow, you do—you always have, and you forever will.
His eyes lay upon you from across the noisy tavern, an aura so different in the realm of Asgard. Lungs burning, a feeling of hazy butterflies spreading through his chest. Slurs of hiccups that nobody but you can understand. His eyes sharpened, watching how you loudly challenge for a drinking contest, boasting how you could outdrink anyone. And that itself, made him belly out a chilling chuckle. One that could be heard and felt. An ordinary challenge taken to the bone with Thor. It’s a go-to activity he looks forward to almost daily.
Or seeing you, the sweet, kind, and swelling type of person that rarely ever bothers him. Allowed him to drink alone, yet offered him a shoulder to babble on when needed. You didn’t treat him any less of a person, nor talk him down– like All Father did. Still, you willingly choose not to. It amazed him then, and it still amazes him now.
Sure, the amount of mead he consumed was certainly concerning, but you never outright said it. The look in your eye gave it away. A gaze tighter, lines around your eyes more pronounced; a faint, almost imperceptible crease formed between your brows. Blinking less often when he slurred his words, right until he mumbled on—an easy, gliding scenario sat beside each other to where he finally opened up one night. Vulnerability spilling out. Admitting just how miserable it is to be alone; have a strained relationship with his only daughter; and how lonely and angry he felt. Everything had gone to shit, especially with his two boys.
He knew the actions he chose were more than horrible and the chances of him making it up were low. You didn’t need to remind him, as everyone did.
Instead, you chose not to, teaching him that despite how big a mistake, it will get better. He can be better, a force of hope. Comforting him and nodding along with no unnecessary advice. No side-eyeing. Never offering solutions until he asks– always ends up with those eyes staring. A blue that didn’t soothe, but burned. Sharp as lightning, sizzling your skin that stuns your every move. Catch your breath still.
And each time his irises bore into your soul, you can feel the intensity of it. Harrowing through the back of your skull, the sort that raises gooseflesh on the nape of the neck. The room goes quiet as he calls your name, grumbling and motioning you to sit next to him. It’s an invitation that sends shivers down your spine.
Everyone knows his infatuation, yet, nobody dares mention it. Not even your friends. His reputation is threatening, just as his height. Direct as his gaze and hair-raising touch.
Even when Heimdall may mention something, the crack in his jaw is enough to halt the galling God. Beginning to tease before being shut down by Odin himself. All-Father knows how important your presence is to Thor, and despite his own opinion, the ignorant fool is smart enough not to mess with you. Even when he wants you gone, out of the picture, your entire presence is important. You let the ginger function, and that alone, is a tool for All-Father. Even if it is obvious, you are a threat.
And despite what you understand, your opinion matters more than anyone. Better than his own father. Far better than Sif. Truly more hypnotizing than Thrúd. Surpassing Kratos ever did when he tried fighting him. That look in your eye, has him grasping for your touch, begging for you to do anything but hate him.
It’s when you ask a favor, that he breathes out the sentence—I love you—like it’s him against the world. Staring at you like you’ve changed him and in so many ways, you have. You don’t make him feel like a burden; treat him as a weapon. But view Thor, as a man, not a God. Perhaps even your man. Your husband and beloved.
The first kiss is frenzied, desperate, and so earnest. It’s rumbling like a storm. Heavy with all the things he can’t say out loud. Thor’s lips meet yours, holding you so closely. The soft but prickly beard brushes against your chin and cheeks. Fingers digging into your hips, his breathing ragged and irises following your every twitch. He doesn’t move, until you do—a reassurance strong in his mind—fingers caressing your cheek, blunt nails tracing small shapes. Never letting go, until you choose to do it.
Though, your choices also count in how your future plays. By chance, you decline his devotion, he’s far broken. Angry. Surely embarrassed to think that of course, you would indulge him in marriage. How foolish of him, yes?
In reaction, Thor’s emotions are erratic, just as your public appearance. You disappear out of the blue. Belonging still, as if they hadn’t been touched in days, and waiting for you. Pets are just as gone, ideal food, and dishes taken. Everyone assumes the worst, but can’t do anything—Thor just chuckles at your friend’s worries, snapping at them that you are well and safe. Thrúd assures them that you are happily her step-parent, the greatest person in the world. Your old life is merely meaningless, now.
Life in Asgard is incredibly smothering. Thor doesn’t know how to hold back– not in a fight, not in bed, not in love. Everything is overwhelming, a fear of you leaving deeply imprinted in his brain, being a hovering shadow. Even if you were to use the bathroom, he's right behind you. Someone unrecognizable approaching you has his thumbs wrapped around his hammer. Tightening as they engage with you more, jealousy fuels his entire being. His shadow, despite your height, looms over the two of you. Grunting in response as they leave, asking what they want, and how it is associated with you. His shift in weight creaks the floorboards, a constant reminder that privacy is nonexistent.
Despite that, you’re allowed to have friends and family. He doesn’t isolate you, completely.
It’s just that Thor’s jealousy is a sensitive time bomb; once it reaches the top, it’s nearly impossible to pull back down. Break off. His attention, his anger, is solely focused on the threat. To eliminate any remark that could or can hurt you.
But, despite his love for combat—the violent desire, and impulse to tear your friends in half—Thor realizes, for once, that bloodshed isn’t the best idea. At least for certain circumstances. And in truth, that pisses him off. Grumbles how it’s his duty to keep you from harm. Look out for you. It’s mercy, really. Living a life in pure corruption, only to see a glimpse of light, is surely miserable. Thor would know. It drives him crazy when you’re not around. In every way possible, they are a waste of space. Of flesh.
Though, he will listen if you say no. If anything, you are the only person who can tell him "no". He’ll glare, pace, continue grunting– but Thor will listen.
His love language is a plethora of things. Gift-giving, even an outfit, is situational. Words from him flow like his desire to fight; compliments are often direct. Sometimes, too blunt. But his touching? Oh, that is constant.
Thor doesn’t leave you when you’re at arm’s length. Standing too close, feeling his massive presence– the warmth he wavers, and a palm around your waist. Pulling your hand on top of his cheek, covering your own to gently whisk with your fingers. Squeezing your digits when you do anything else, let alone breathe. Kissing the inside of your wrist, inhaling how you smell. The pressure of his touch never wavers, if anything, it deepens. Sometimes so much so, you have to remind him to be gentle. Bruises happen more than he likes.
Him squeezing your skin, fat and muscle, all the way to the bone isn’t being clingy; rather needing to feel you to recharge, to regain his independence, a vital energy. Thor isn’t just reliant on you for emotional support, but also physical.
If you have long hair, expect him to offer to braid it—even if you have curly hair, he still wants help with the moisturizing. Once he learns how to detangle with his fingers, let alone give you a nice head massage, it quickly turns into a strict nightly routine.
Alcohol, despite being his past coping mechanism, you replaced it permanently. Thor promises never to drink again. Lift a cup, all for you.
Even when All Father instills hatred, a toxic reflection, screaming at him to let loose, he still refuses. When Heimdall is a teased fuck, igniting every single fiber of his being aflame, he still stands his ground. Refusing mead. Every thought goes back to you, his poll of support. His restored, lasting addiction. Giving him something to believe in, a place to feel a part of, and the only thing keeping the man alive.
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Here are some of the animated gifs Santa Monica Studios have been putting out for God of War: Ragnarök
Sorry for the quality, tumblr only allows for 10MB gifs & these are quick & dirty rips straight from twitter which were already not great quality to start.
I'm assuming these are made to be used, so go right ahead & save & use however you like
Animator credits I could find:
Kratos making a heartshape & Kratos swearing about Valkyries by Dennis Pena, aka @/Boltfinger on twitter
Wolf paw slap by Grace Pan, one of the animators
Angrboda making faces (kombucha meme) by Jack Ebensteiner, aka @/AnimJack on twitter
Sweating Atreus by Kim Nguyen, aka @/KimbaWin on twitter
Thor sliding by Roberto Clemente, a senior combat animator
Faye's rage and anger does not get brought up enough
The entire area of The Crater is one of my favorites ever. Even that name, when you know this place is an aftermath of Thor's battle with Faye
The amount of people who play it and first guess it's some Kratos time travel shenanigan, because it really does feel like you're walking into the aftermath of a Classic God of War boss fight
I can only imagine, a rage motivated and brought about by grief, from knowing that person, right there, killed so many people you know, and you want nothing more than to avenge them
I imagine her, having fled to Midgard or Jotunheim perhaps, laying on the grass, bloodied, coming down from that fervor. A landscape destroyed, so many people killed, and it did nothing
I think she'd cry after that battle with Thor. I really do.
