from 10 to 0 (basically a tier list) demi gods parenting if they got a child while they are married to the reader (or adopting, no specific gender for reader)
Godrick - A 2/10. Would most likely graft the child,,, Kidding!! I don't think he foresees himself with a child, if he does it's to raise another child under the Godfrey heritage.
Radahn - 7/10, if he's not infested with Scarlet Rot. He cared alot about his child! He would raise them will morals and etiquette, would most likely encourage them to be a warrior. He loves you and his child oh so very much.
Morgott - 8/10, he ADORES his family. Since he married you, he's been so much happier and less alone. He would love that child to death, teach your child, care for them, even go out of his way to raise them to one day, just like him, care for the erdtree.
Mohg - 6.5/10, now, I adore Mohg, but blood is not the safest thing to have around a child. He loves your child, of course he does. Raises them to be a good future ruler of the Dynasty!! Extra points for being whipped for you beyond belief.
Rykard- 5/10. Human Rykard is a decent man, he cares for his family of course!!! But, his job as praetor is his main focus, not that you and your child aren't present in his mind, of course you are ! he loves the family you two have built together, but if work calls, he is there.
Malenia - 4.5/10, It isn't that she's a bad parent. She's just afraid to be too close, or hurt them by accident with the Scarlet Rot. +.5 for her absolute adoration of both you and your child. She's happy to have been able to start a family, even if her fear holds her back sometimes.
Ranni 7.5/10, She's excited to carry on her lineage, especially with the person she loves. She'd one hundred percent care for your child, even have her mischievous personality rub off onto said child. WILL have Blaidd and Iji very involved in your child's life.
Godwyn 8/10, He is a caring man, definitely so happy to have a family with the most important person in the entirety of the Lands Between. He puts most of his time into caring for your child, less time into patrolling for fighting dragons. He 100% flaunts his happy family. Fortissax loves your child aswell.
Messmer 6.5/10, He is so fascinated with your child. Hes such a caring father, and cries a little over how happy he is to have such a wonderful family. Messmer has always wanted love, and now he has it. In the form of a gorgeous child and a wonderful spouse.
Miquella - 6/10, He is excited. All this time, spent planning, breaking free from his curse, and becoming an ideal empyrean... He finally has something stable, safe. A child he cares for so much, and a consort he holds close to his heart. If perfection does exists, he believes it started when a family of his own was made.
Melina - 7/10, She LOVES your child. The third butterfly sibling, she uses her heat to keep you both warm. Melina holds you and your child close to her heart, it's what keeps the embers of her soul burning bright. For once, family doesn't seem like a confusing, irritating tree, but something worth cherishing.
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I can't fix him, but I can let him rest his head on my chest while I pet his hair and softly hum to him. I can kiss the crown of his head and murmur how beautiful he is and that he's safe in my arms. I can be the one he sleeps with in warm sheets and tender intimacy, skin to skin, tracing each bump and curve with kisses, giving him no choice but to see the way I look him in the eye and tell him how beautiful he is and how happy I am just simply being together.
I can't fix him, but I'll show him how much I love him and how far my admiration and devotion span beyond the time we share, the kisses we'll trade, the fleeting caresses with trembling fingers that are too nervous to find their purchase. I'll be so patient with him; I'll kiss him good morning and goodnight, and I'll laugh with him when I whisper a joke to him. I can try to be the one for him, his reason to come home and be the reason he pines when we are apart and loathes when he must leave me for a while, counting the hours it will take until we can kiss under candlelight in each other's arms.
Margit/Morgott, Mohg, and Messmer each reacting to accidentally smacking his crush with his tail/wing/snake when he turns? (his crush is disoriented but ultimately okay and finds the ordeal more amusing than painful—even if it's not something they want to have happen again if it can be helped)
Pardon my amateur-ishness for this one, i have never taken a request nor done scenarios like this in this format, but i find it really fun !! and apologies for the long wait im aware its been like 2 months LOL i totally forgot… AND if anyone is horribly ooc i apologize again - elden ring lore i am not the best versed in, but this is all for fun anyways
Morgott (Margit), Mohg, and Messemer accidentally wack you with their tail…
Morgott
Having initially disliked you, he didn't want to immediately check on you
You've been through worse, he knows that
And you have quite a bit of armor
But goodness he is big and of course it would be rude not to check on you even if you are just an acquaintance he tolerates moderately
So with such brute strength (and how tiny you are compared to him) he doesn't say anything before he yanks you to your feet
Only for you to immediately stumble and fall back
“Foul tarnished, must you be so dramatic?”
When you don't say anything he notices a dazed look in your eyes
Brief concern
Until you start chuckling softly
“Gods - you should watch that thing more carefully,” you tease, and he helps you to your feet once more
Morgott stammers, clears his throat, and lets you grasp him for just a moment longer to steady yourself
“Your comfort is not my responsibility. You need to be more vigilant, less…frail”
(your comfort is, in fact, his #1 priority)
(he even cleared the guards from the front of stormveil castle just so you could linger about collecting materials for various crafts)
“I am not frail”
And of course, he lets you get the last word
Mogh
Mogh was pleasantly surprised when, even after discovering the…plan with Miquella, you stuck around
Even trying to help him
And even going so far as to dote on him
Sure, Miquella was his consort
But who was stopping him from sharing his attention with another?
He rather enjoyed the treatment he received from you anyways - affection he hadn’t bore witness to since…
A rather long time, he hated to admit
He hated even more to admit that he enjoyed you even when you weren’t completely at his beck and call
So when he turns to address you, standing just a bit too close, he doesn’t notice the way you’re standing directly in the path of his tail
Instantly are his hands hoisting you up to sit on his tail
He inspects every inch of you, even as you swat him away, softly laughing, insisting that you’re okay - just a bit stunned
Yet he insists that you must be in the best health
Only to continue to worship him (and Miquella), of course
You are his, and his alone - which also means you are his responsibility, for the time being
A sentiment that you are, in a world such as this, tremendously grateful for
Messmer
With his tails being literal serpents, it happened quite often that one would accidentally poke you, prick you, or simply crack against your nose
The first time it happened, you'd seen an expression you hadn't seen on his face before
Concern?
A strange emotion to be coming from someone such as himself, for someone so...puny, such as you
Yet every single time Messmer would apologize and assume the nurse role
The couple times the snakes have bitten you he takes responsibility and cleans you up
He’d swore himself to be more vigilant, to be aware of how close you are to him, where you’re standing at all times
You think it’s rather amusing how paranoid he is now
If he doesn’t see you in his direct line of sight, he’ll instantly go on a swivel
Only for you to be in another room completely, laughing as you witness his antics
“What a mongrel, you are, tarnished,” he growls softly, glaring all the while
Author's note: I've had this stashed away for months but since the Elden Ring fever came back recently I decided to finish it. Morgott is one of my favorite characters :>
Relationships: Morgott/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Technically monsterfucking but he's not a monster to me <3, Creampies, Reader is not specified as tarnished or anything else
Word count: 3446
Ao3 Mirror
Callused fingers drift along your skin, rough and unforgiving. His hands cupped your body with the tenderness of a man admiring a freshly painted masterpiece — still wet with varnish.
He always touches you with such gentleness; you'd dare say it almost nears a sort of reverence.
He acts as if it's the only way to, other than perhaps when he grows irritated with you and tugs your arm, or nudges you forward down a path. Other than those times, his hands feel like soft fabric on your skin — barely there.
Afraid that not only could he hurt you, but if he ever put the full weight of his large, callused hands on your body, you might recoil from him. That you've simply held your tongue on the matter of his malignancy and will suddenly shudder and flee once you actually feel his rough fur and diseased skin.
He still hasn't accepted that you want him fully — despite myriads of times you've told him otherwise. Oftentimes he will forgo his own desires simply to satisfy you, and only if you insist does he eventually seat himself in you and take a small bit for himself.
You wish he wouldn't be so hesitant. So careful. Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he seemed to think you were made of the thinnest glass, and that you were only here because of the things he can do for you, not because of him.
“Here.”
You smiled, grasping the book. Your fingers brushed across his own much larger hand in the process. You paid no mind to it other than the warmth of his skin and brush of his fur — warmth flooded your cheeks. Inappropriate imagery drifted across your mind. You wished he would stay.
“Thank you. I'll read it tonight.”
His fingers now danced along your inner thighs as you panted, bathed in a delightful afterglow. His fingers shined with your own release, inner thighs slick with arousal as he pulled them from your core.
It felt wonderful, but you wanted more. Your blood was still hot and your clit still throbbed, you wanted to get rid of that distinctive empty aching.
“Please don't tell me you're finished, My Lord.”
He had been looking away from you, golden eyes glancing to meet yours for a moment. They pin you to the bed, though hesitancy is clear behind the strength.
You reach up and tangle fingers through the fur along his face, brushing along his horns. His voice rumbles in your chest.
“Thou is always so greedy.”
You smile at him, heart still knocking against your chest. Still do you want him, you don't think you'll ever be satisfied until you feel the weight of him pinning you down as he makes you his; the feeling of his fur on your skin.
“It is greed to desire you? If so then I suppose I’m guilty, cast me down and throw me to the-”
Morgott groans, one of his hands moving to your hip. It is delightful to feel how much it covers, how his thumb pushes into the soft flesh inside your hip bone while still wrapping around to your back.
“Quiet,”
He lifts your hips, pulling your lower back off the bed. You've learned to navigate such extreme differences in size quite quickly. He finds his own size clumsy and in the way — you find it delightful. How his hands can fully encircle your body, the burn of your thighs trying to part for him. Perhaps his massive tail and rough fur surprised you in that dark library at first, but now it’s simply Morgott.
You've spared no expense in detailing how much you enjoy when he cages you like this, or how you feel so safe and warm when he stands behind you with a hand on your shoulder.
Each time he'll scoff at you, attempting not to take any of it to heart. You'll puff out your cheeks and sigh and getting your affections swatted away once again. He doesn’t allow himself to simply accept them.
The only thing that gets a different reaction is when you are ruthlessly overt; you look at him and tell him how much you miss him. That it's so cold, you need his warmth. Those will get you wide, golden eyes that stare at you shocked, before he shushes your harlotry that you had the gall to display. His insults held like old paper however, and you could always hear the slight waiver. He still would think even then you were simply teasing him.
This time however he hadn’t just scolded you, he shooed you off and told you to wait; that he would deal with you later. You make him feel like a beast in heat, and he hates it.
“A voracious little thing. Does nothing but my torment satisfy thee?”
Being overt is not your forte, however Morgott simply makes it so easy.
“I can think of a few other things, if you need them listed, my lord.”
He gives a displeased grumble from deep within his chest in response. Shortly thereafter you hear the huffs of him adjusting to move himself closer to you, then notching the head of his cock against your entrance. His hand pushes to the bed near your head, fingers spread wide; you briefly admire the sheer size of his hand before you’re abruptly pulled back to present. Slowly but surely you feel him push into you, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, and your body pliantly gives way as your thighs also spread and yield to him.
His much larger body makes yours always struggle to accommodate, and even now you still feel your hips ache as he sinks himself as deep as he can. A sharp squeak bursts from your throat as he buries himself, unyielding and almost too large. His cock drags along every sensitive bit as he pulls away before snapping back into your heat, sending what feels like lightening up your spine.
The moans you let out spur Morgott on, and the sound of skin on furred skin fills the room along with the heady smell of sweat and sex. The sight of you bare underneath him is still one that he finds almost impossible; not much time ago did he consider all of this just filthy, perverted machinations of his mind. Him yearning for something he was so stupid and selfish for desiring.
But yet somehow it happened, and he feels your hands attempt to hold onto his arms for stability as you bite your lip — breathy moans still slip through and make the blood in his ears thump harder. His tail knocks against the end of the bed, draping over the side and hitting his horns against the wooden frame as his hips slap against yours. A few times his mind perks as if someone was knocking, but he would be too deep in you to consider anything else even if it had been real.
Why would he ever when the one being in this world that doesn’t treat him like a disgusting beast is splayed out before him, hair a mess and skin flushed. Your cunt feels so hot and tight, now that he’s had a taste he doesn’t think he ever would be able to stop. You’ve absolutely drenched his cock, so slick that there isn’t even the slightest bit of resistance. His muscles ripple underneath his fur as he fucks you with restraint. He doesn’t want to risk hurting you, but you test him by continuously singing his name like a mantra and begging for more. Greedy, always greedy, why for him he’ll never know.
“Ah! You can, H-”
The feeling of your body clenching around him, of your pleased whimpers and mewls, he couldn't last much longer with the way your muscles flutter around him.
He moves to pull back and leave you, quickly — but your heels dig into him and hips instinctively follow to try and keep him close, and that’s enough to break him entirely. He grits his teeth and groans as he cums, filling you entirely. His cock throbs, it feels like it never ends. Each time he feels like he’s done, another jolt runs right up his spine as his cock twitches and he cums more. But once he finally does stop, he hisses through his teeth and pulls out while listening to your gasps at the sudden empty feeling and the way cum dribbles down your folds. It feels like his heart is in his stomach for a moment, when he sees it.
“I, apologize— I did not-”
He hadn't meant to, he found it distasteful and selfish to sully your body with it. He would usually pull away from you and finish himself, ignoring your discontent pleas at the sudden emptiness. But you were so blissful and sensitive, delighted by the warmth and softness of his body. Breathless words tumbled from your mouth without filter.
“More,”
He hesitates, listening as you mewl like a feline. His brow almost hurts from how hard it’s furrowed.
“Again… Please Morgott…”
He wants to. He yearns for it, but he keeps fighting it. Only a few times have you both been together like this, it’s still unfamiliar to him.
You are so soft and kind, you deserve more than him. More than an Omen with malformed proportions and tainted blood. His horns are overgrown, hideous spurs; your damned tongue convinced him to stop sawing them all but the few nearest his eyes. It was pointless anyways, they always grew back so quick.
“Stop hesitating, I won't suddenly change my mind.”
Out of breath, he can hear your heart racing in your chest as you mutter up to him.
“I want all of you.”
Morgott shatters like stained glass, his chest forcing out all the air as he pulls you closer again. His still hard cock presses against your messy folds, and it doesn't take much for him to notch against your entrance again. He pushes inward more roughly, cockhead popping past your entrance and making you gasp. You were already prepared for him, by him, and so your body welcomes him back with ease. Doing so forces some of his own cum out and around his cock, making an even larger mess against well worn blankets. You seem to not mind at all, and if anything, seem well eager for him to turn you into a sloppy, well fucked heap in his royal bed.
His hips hit yours hard enough that you swore they might bruise, but the feeling of his weight on you was everything you could ever want. The way you can hear him pant above your head, the slap of his balls against your bottom, how your cunt stretches so wide around his cock. Your moans were loud enough to echo throughout the massive room, while Morgott’s mind swirled between mindless lust and the endless guilt of a man cursed.
“You would let an Omen sully something so-”
A particularly sharp thrust of his hips sends moans flowing from your mouth, the sharp smack of skin on skin fails to drown out your voice.
“Yes! Yes!”
Pressed between the blankets and furs and his own wide chest, the heat is enough that the cold evening couldn't touch you. His breath is hot against your skin as he looms over you. Now leaned on his forearms his full weight cages your boy — your world is just him.
Sometimes, he wonders if it's all an illusion. If some foul magic or creature has manipulated him with his one weakness. It was the option easier for his mind to accept, rather than a woman such as you, so beautiful and kind, desiring him so. Not just chastely, but carnally. Welcoming him into your deepest places, ruining them all — it seems to delight you so. If you wanted to be sullied by an Omen, then he could oblige.
He could feel how tight you are, how your entrance stretches and struggles to fit him. You'll only desire for him, body molded for him, by him. The thought is one makes him guilty, but it never fails to send a jolt right down to his groin.
To make every night like this one, to fill you until there's no more room and it sticks to your thighs in a mess. Afterwards he’d always be able to smell himself on you, marked as his and desiring for no other.
As of late you always did smell faintly of him; From sleeping in the same bed, from holding his hand. But to smell it mixed with that distinctive heady scent…
His hips snap forward and smack against your thighs, earning a sharp moan from you as he drives as deep into you as he can possibly venture. Any higher function that allowed him to speak was quickly deteriorating, melting into a far more feral state he would surely come to regret. The way your cunt flutters around him could almost make him go mad, balls smacking against your bottom as he drives himself into you as deep as he possibly could.
He keeps you at just the right height and from sliding away from the force of his own hips, hand gripping your waist to hold you there. Your difference in size could be cumbersome, but now he only cares about the soft mewls you let out as your cunt wraps around his cock like a vice. It feels like you're trying to pull him into you and keep him there, each time he pulls away your walls are so eager to pull him back in.
Months ago he remembers being thrown off by your sudden kiss under a weeping willow tree; he thought your hair looked perfect under the moon and the Erdtree glow. It was his first and it felt like it lingered on his lips afterward, and in his mind. Now what seemed like moments later, he grimaces and huffs as your nails dig trenches into his skin and you cry out.
He swears he can hear your heart beat — he can see the soft sheen of sweat on your skin. Your cunt clenches around him and attempts to hold him within you as you cum, toes curling and muscles tensed and aching. That unfettering heat was intoxicating; he had no plans to leave you. Lyendell could collapse around him and he wouldn't care.
That building tightness in his body snaps and he grits his teeth, harsh breaths through his nose as he finishes again into you. This time however he seats himself in you to the base, pushing your thighs forward almost against your stomach and painting parts of you untouched by anything else.
He lingers for a bit, laying over you panting as his cock rests inside of you. Only after a few minutes and when he’s caught his breath does he slowly pull from you and hear your whimpers as your cunt aches with emptiness. Instantly cum leaks out from you, and Morgott leans away to see the mess he’s made of you.
He truly is unfathomably selfish — to take something as beautiful as you and keep it all to himself, rendering it a mess.
Your legs fell from around his hips and dropped to the bed, your body limp. When you move to slip yourself beneath the blankets you’d somewhat made a mess of, moving your legs made you whimper.
“Ah, I can already feel how sore I will be tomorrow.”
Morgott looks down on you with tired, golden eyes and tentatively brushes a bit of hair away from your forehead. He doesn’t follow you beneath those blankets at first, he doesn’t need them, but he does when you pull them back and try to push him in. He speaks plainly to you in response.
“Then rest.”
A queen can spend a day in bed if she wishes. And I will make you a queen, if I could be so selfish.
He gets so lost in his own thoughts of you bathed in your favorite color embossed with gold filigree that he barely realizes you're moving to settle in and sleep until you attempt to push him to lie back. Your hands spread across his furred chest, putting your weight into it and attempting to move him despite being twice your size.
He always stiffens when you touch him like this. You nudge yourself between his side and arm, now securely held against him. He watched the entire time, eyes examining as if he still finds this confusing, even if it's not the first time. Perhaps it wasn't routine, but it shouldn't be surprising.
You hum contently as you feel the softness of his fur warm your body; Never have you felt this safe and comfortable as his body cradles you. It only takes moments for you to fall asleep, however Morgott lingers awake for far longer and simply watches.
In the morn, you lay on his chest and hum content, feeling his soft fur on your skin. His fingers drift along the notches of your spine, and you suddenly see his normally furrowed face become more displeased. You hum and raise your eyebrows, curiously egging him on to speak up. He stares displeased for a moment longer before actually saying something. His hand moves upward to brush along your shoulder.
“Thou is in pain.”
You sleepily hum at him again. Movement does make you wince, but you do a good job at hiding it from him.
“Only sore.”
Morgott huffs. You attempt to shrug it off but he sees through it, not that you mind either way. Perhaps he couldn’t see your teasing or you innuendos, but he could quite easily catch you in a lie.
“It will keep you on my mind all day, I know that.”
You smile a bit coy and bite your lip, and he huffs. His drooping eyes resist the urge to roll at your crassness.
“Filth. Thy brain is festered with nothing but filth.”
His disappointment in you makes you laugh, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you warm.
Curse or not, you love him. Every moment only makes it grow. No one has cared about you so diligently, and so kindly. And despite his lamentations, you wouldn’t deny that his physical appearance while technically a curse, does appeal to you greatly. Morgott has given everything and asked for nothing in return.
No normal man could keep you so warm and safe. Make you feel so small and delicate, and push your senses to the absolute limit. This is new to him, all of this — so you dampen your feelings a bit. Morgott tends to take your teasing as lying or manipulation, and so you try to be calmer about it.
“Thou should cease with this. Tis cruel to taunt one with what they cannot have.”
He'd said it to you when you were fawning over a book, of it's romance. You'd been looking at him trying to make a point, but instead he’d taken it as teasing. If only he knew how much your heart had been racing, trying to see if he would catch that you wanted to go on a moonlit stroll with him.
There had been other things in that book that had enthralled you, but you neglected to tell those. Of an evening walk, a flower field, a balcony. Perhaps one day.
Your hands grasp at him, trying to pull yourself closer. You attempt to push into him, wiggling to get comfortable in the crook of his side and arm. Morgott looks towards the door for a moment, feeling you press your cheek against him.
He should get up; men need orders, things need doing.
But he's given everything for this kingdom, and they've given him nothing in return. He never asked for a thing, and they couldn't even bestow upon him kindness. Only you could.
Morgott shifts so there's less pressure off the base of his tail, and puts his other hand into you as well. You lean into it, and wrap your own hand around some of his fingers. Morgott wipes his mind of any duty, and falls back asleep.
Morgott and Mogh each reacting to a Tarnished who has a healing kiss (as in they kiss an injury and that heals and/or soothes it)?
Please?
Morgott
Is equal parts skeptical and intrigued, if only because his foul little Tarnished uses it as a flirting tactic.
So when he actually does get hurt, he thinks nothing of it for the injury is only minor (it’s a scar on his forearm). The Tarnished disagrees and offers to heal him despite his reservations—might I add that said reservations are because he feels as if he undeserving of such a thing.
Tarnished calls bullshit, tells him to sit still (because both parties are stubborn), kisses the scar on his forearm, and oh…
Morgott’s body tingles all over. Has goosebumps and his tail may or may not be curled in pleasure (read: it absolutely is).
Yes, he’s avoiding your smirk and no, his face absolutely is not hot, Tarnished.
Mohg
Interested like no one’s business.
Oh, so that is what you are capable of, hm? Well, why not put that to the test, beloved Tarnished?
Mohg is the one who absolutely will take advantage of this power because he enjoys the Tarnished’s kisses.
Sometimes (read: most of the times), there’s not even a wound there to kiss. Mohg just wants kisses and affection.
Said “wound” is almost always on the same cheek. Or near his mouth. Or on his mouth. What a coincidence.
A relationship with Morgott the Omen King would consist of:
Embodying the quintessential enemies/frenemies to lovers trope.
Morgott being fascinated by the obvious size difference and as a result, he's much gentler with you.
Bickering like an old married couple. Well, Morgott does.
On the other hand, you think he's your living, breathing jungle gym and so you take every moment you can to just... be all over him.
Him not understanding your fascination with his tail. It's not uncommon to find you playing with it or— are those... flowers wreaths? On his tail?
Of course, Morgott highkey lowkey indulges your fascination, teasing you by holding his tail high enough so you can't reach it.
Chiding Morgott for his self-care. Or lack thereof. It's improved with your help.
Trying to convince him to change that cloak of his to something not so tattered but Skrunklegott can't be bothered so... there's that. For now. You're totally gonna get Boc to rectify this.
Morgott leaning into your touch whenever you touch his horns. Or his face. Hell, whenever you touch him, he's a goner.
Strolls in nature outside of Leyndell. Sometimes you walk alongside him, sometimes you don't and his shoulder is surprisingly comfortable.
Beholding the Erdtree together at night. This is also when you two shared your first kiss.
Morgott being the first to say those three words. You thought it was cute how flustered he was. Morgott was so shocked by his confession (he blurted it out) that he was about to take it back out of embarrassment until you smiled and told him you loved him, too.
Morgott highkey planning your future with him because let him tell it, he knew early on that you'd be his consort.
The Golden Hour is an ambitious Elden Ring graphic novel about King Morgott's life. It is a purely fan-made project, by two women:
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Morgott hc's because why is the fandom so fucking dry rn? WAKE UP /lh
Morgott has fleas and ticks. Don't look at me like that- you know I'm right. More ticks than fleas though. They all gather in hard to reach places between his horns and in the thicker fur of his tail. He also literally does not care- does it look like this man bathes regularly? No. Once a decade if you're lucky. He's got bigger things to worry about than silly parasites and personal hygiene.
Oddly enough though...he doesn't stink. He's like a cat; Stomping through shit and mud and dirt and cleaning themselves with their nasty paws and rotten breath BUT smells like cotton candy and clouds. It's honestly a mystery.
He will not change his cloak. In fact, when it finally crumbles to dust, he won't get a new one. Both for self-depreciating reasons and because he's function over fashion. His odd frame makes clothing uncomfortable when he's in battle. And he thinks he doesn't deserve such finery.
Crunchy. When he crouches or stretches out his joints pop, usually all at once. His knees and neck are the worst.
Speaking of his neck, he's so tense his muscles are as hard as a rock. Morgott gets tension headaches on a regular basis. Usually he can use magic to get rid of it but doesn't really address the actual problem, which is his shit posture.
His horns are not heavy. They are, however, incredibly annoying. He can't sleep on his right side without tilting his neck at an awkward angle because of them. He thinks they're ugly to look at and has considered cutting them off himself but that's just an unnecessary wound to deal with.
