I stalked your page once more, and I've come to notice... NO TYR HEADCANONS? Appalled. Shocked. Horrified.
BAHAAH this made me laugh so loud. I’m at work so I looked crazy LMAO I’ll do better 😩
honestly these are all random and scrambled and I have no energy to fix it ooooooooopsies
added mostly NSFW things tooooo :)
Týr keeps meticulous journals of every culture he encounters. His writings are half scholarly, half philosophical. He definitely loves to compare his notes with Atreus and Kratos.
Among all the cultural traditions he’s studied, he deeply appreciates tea ceremonies (especially from Eastern pantheons) as a calming ritual and symbol of peace. He’ll make you a cup of tea when you visit :)
Before parting ways, Tyr presses a small wooden dove carved from Yggdrasil’s fallen branch into Atreus’s hands. “So you remember,” he says softly, “that war can end, and peace can live.” Atreus hugs him fiercely. Tyr, normally so composed, lets himself be held, knowing this bond might be the truest victory of all.
Týr moves around you like you’re made of starlight and porcelain—not because he thinks you’re weak, but because he chooses to be soft with you in a world that rarely is.
Even in moments of fear or tension, Týr speaks to you in calm tones. Not condescending, just steadying. “Stay with me,” he’ll whisper, not out of fear for your safety, but because your presence brings him peace.
Your favorite poems, the rhythm of your breathing when you’re asleep, the way you hum when you think no one’s listening—Týr notices. He never interrupts those small moments. He treasures them.
As a quote unquote retired God of War, he tries with every fiber of his being to stay calm. Respectful. Polite. Even in bed, he's slow, attentive, reverent. But the moment you ask him to go deeper, to give in, his restraint shatters. He'd do anything for you. All you have to do is ask.
He maps your body like a scholar in pursuit of lost knowledge. Thumb brushing your lips, palms smoothing down your thighs, fingers curling inside you until you're moaning his name like it's divine. He doesn't rush. He savors. You're not just someone he wants; you're something he adores.
10000000000% a pleasure Dom (he's a switch but-) and with this he loves being told what to do. You say please, and he groans. You call him good, and he melts. There's something about serving someone he trusts that quiets the storm inside him. It's not even about submission, it's about trust. Surrender.
"You don't need to think. You don't need to speak. Let me guide you. Let me take care of everything."
He's vocal, but in a soft low way that ruins you. Whispers in multiple languages. Gentle curses in Old Norse. Ragged gasps when he finally loses his composure. Moaning your name like it's a secret. If you top him? You'll hear him chanting your name like a prayer as he comes undone beneath you.
He's a half-giant so he's tall, lean, and... well endowed. He's not unaware of it. Which is why he always starts slow. He holds your hips, murmuring apologies, praises, and encouragement as you take him inch by inch. His favorite moment is that first sharp gasp you make, when the stretch hits. Thats when he always kisses you.
He always overthinks, even mid thrust, he's worried he's too rough, too slow, too quiet. Once you beg for more, cry his name, or dig your nails into his back- he finally stops thinking. He'll then fuck you like he's trying to forget he was ever peaceful.
He's incredibly easy to ruin with praise. Kiss his shoulder. Whisper in his ear how good he feels, how perfectly he fills you, how beautiful he is when he moans like that- and watch him fall apart. Stammering, trembling, buried inside you while he whimpers, "I...I can't, p-please. I'm close..."
Severe oral fixation. He'll spend hours between your legs, holding you open, licking and sucking until you scream.
Aftercare is heavenly, pun intended. "You are sacred to me. What we did was not just pleasure. It was devotion."
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Thank you for your patience! Hope you enjoyyyyyyyy :)
