Can you do the 'Shut up mom/dad' prank thing with ROR characters: Hades, Apollo, Thor, Qin Shi, Geirolul and Hrist
The prank is based off these TikTok videos I've seen where basically: the character and reader have a child, reader asks their child to do something and the kid responds back with "shut up mom/dad" to the reader, and it immediately backfires LOLL
No specific gender
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ "Shut up, Mom!"
Fandom: Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie
Characters: Apollo, Thor, Geirolul, Hrist, Beelzebub
NOTE: yes I've seen the videos and I find them absolutely hilarious. This was funny to write. Although, I had trouble writing it off as a prank for some lol. Also, so glad to add attention to the Valkyries, love them. Establish relationship and parenthood. SFW. (D/N) = daughters name. (S/N) = (sons name). AFAB reader, BAD GRAMMAR
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Apollo
It occured when Apollo and you were alone in the gardens. He sat on the seating of one of his water fountains, with you standing beside him. You were pretty busy, just folding up some laundry, but it was better with him sitting beside you playing the lyre.
His fingers moved swiftly with each string he plucked to make a nice melody throughout; he wasn't named 'The God of Music' for nothing.
While seated together you noticed, in the corner of your eye, your daughter running through the gardens pretty quickly. She likely had something to do or somewhere to be, as she hurried towards the carriage parking space.
A smile crept up on your face as you called out to her, "(name), can you water the plants for me?"
"Not right now, mom!"
"Oh, it'll be quick, just take the bucket and water down the left region, I'll get the rest." You tried to reason with her, but noticed the way she loudly groaned with annoyance and stomped her foot against the pavement.
"Shut it, mom! I need to be somewhere!" Immediately, you heard Apollo stop playing his lyre, and sigh.
He wasn't one to lash out or hit people, he often just found many bad traits to be disappointing and ugly— traits he did not teach his child to have. He was not very pleased by your daughters behavior and tone. With a raised eyebrow, he got up from where he was sitting and put his lyre on the ground. He turned to face their daughter, hands on his hips.
"(D/N)." His tone was serious and stern, yet filled with concern and love as he looked at her. "Did you just tell your mother to shut up?" He asked, seeming geninuely confused by her sudden attitude.
"I'm busy right now, just have another servant do it instead." She dodged his question, her hands flared up from how she was getting defensive.
"It doesn't matter if you're busy. When your mother asks you to do something, you should show some respect and do it, young lady." He let out a heavy sigh with a head shake, trying to calm down and address the issue without difficulty. "And I won't allow you to talk to your mother like that, young lady."
"Whatever, I'll finish it later. Love you guys!" She slipped in the last note before running off. He shook his head with disapproval. He was hoping to step in and stop it from escalating, but it didn't seem she wanted to cooperate. Oh well. He'll have a talk with her later about the disrespect.
"where could've she possibly learned that from?" He asked, before turning to you and noticing you're snickering. He gave a confused look, not finding this very charming to laugh about. After all, he believed that you were about to kick her ass for the comment, instead.
".. Ah, don't worry about it. We were just messing with you."
"Ah."
"Are you upset?"
"No, no. I'm glad she meant no harm. It wasn't very beautiful." He was very relieved deep down.
Thor
Thor was sitting on his chair, with his eyes shut and head down. He wasn't the talkative type, often just sat there with his hammer held in both hands in front of him.
You were brushing his long red hair, fingers brushing through it as well as the actual comb in your other hand. It was so well kept, strangely for a god who found thrill in war. Nonetheless, you enjoyed brushing out the rare tangles for him.
Eventually, you, deciding you had done enough, jumped down on the ground. He watched, in the corner of his eye, how you moved and walked around, although turned his attention back to seemingly just... Thinking, basking in the peace.
"Oh, (S/N)." You spoke up, seeing your son walk over and grab a chair near his father at the dining table. He placed a bowl down, filling it with some oatmeal, something quick for himself. "Do you know where—"
"Shut up, mom." He spoke up before you could finish. He was a little too excited about planning this prank out, hoping to get a reaction out of his own father.
Oh, how mistaken he was. Immediate regret.
It caught you off guard, but immediately Thor stood up, lightning sparking off his body. He said nothing, but his presence was enough to make you both fearful. He gave a very deep and angered look in his eyes, throwing his hammer over his shoulder.
No, no, no. He did not raise some... Coward!
"DAD ITS JUST A PRANK—!"
"THOR, STOP, STOP. ITS JUST A PRANK."
You're both quick to say as soon as he was on his own two feet; running to him and grabbing his arm to look at you while (S/N) sat there cornered and saw his life flash before his eyes.
"Oh my," That's all that you could say, noticing his arms loosen slightly. He was about to murder your son. Your only son. At least you knew he doesn't mess around with people who disrespect you... Yeah..
Thor, sat back down and pulled you over his thigh, holding you close. You smiled, glad he didn't take it too seriously.. until. "don't ever do that again." His voice was clear and commanding. There were no 'if's or 'but's.
"alright, alright.." You waved your hand around, hoping to calm the storm before more than just thunder and lightning would be sent upon you. (S/N), on the other hand, continued to just sit there.. too scared to stand up in the moment.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub wasn't exactly the ideal parent, and it was easy to test him on certain aspects of what he is good or bad at.
He was pretty bad at getting children to stop crying or holding newborns because he seemed awkward or uncomfortable holding them. That's why he had a preference to older and more mature children over fussy and angry ones.
That's not to say he's a actually bad parent, he does try to put effort often with gifts, but he often leaves certain stuff to you, like giving them a conversation they need to hear or teaching them how to take care of themselves... Okay, yeah, he's pretty bad at it, but the effort counts! He can barely take care of himself, give him a break.
Just don't expect him to teach his son baseball or bring him out fishing.
He was in his lab, experimenting with some biological components he made when you walked in. "Do you need anything?"
"No, thank you though.." He muttered under his breathe, keeping his eye on the tubes he worked with. You pressed a small kiss the side of his face, which made him relax and smile up at you. "Ah, actually, some water would be nice.."
You were planning to grab some but instead you noticed your son walking down the hall. "Hey, (S/N), can you grab us a cup of water? Or herbal tea."
When you had gotten no response, you called out to him again while leaning back against Beelzebub's desk, "(S/N)?"
"Shut up, mom! Just grab it yourself!"
Beelzebub froze in his seat, slowly looking up at you in the corner of your eye to see your response to this. You only sighed from the disappointment. "Do you think you can talk to him about that? He's been getting really upset about something, lately. I'm worried."
"...Alright.."
Although, when he agreed to talking about him, it wasn't immediate. Actually, it took a few days before he finally did so. You, and your son, believed the whole prank was a failure and that he forgot about it, but at some point in the same week, he finally knocked on the door and allowed himself in.
"Is something wrong?" He asked blatantly. By the time he finally brought the conversation back to both of your attentions, (S/N) had already forgotten what he was asking about.
"..what?"
"You yelled at your mother a few days ago. She wanted me to ask why."
"..ah.. it's nothing.." He said, looking away awkwardly. It seemed funny to prank his dad at first, but now he felt a little guilty.
"..alright." It was very straightforward, and he originally planned to leave after that, but instead Beelzebub sat down on his bed, turning to him with a serious look in his eyes. ".. You know, I'm not the best at parenting... Your mother is really kind for what she does, for both of us... Maybe give her some gratitude."
You both never brought it up to him that it was actually a prank since his words were pretty heartwarming and it wasn't everyday he's able to actually give his son a conversation that didn't seem like awkward ice breakers during dinner. "..alright, dad."
Geirolül
You both sat together, chatting with one another about anything occuring. Often Geirolül was fuming with anger about someone or something, but today was a very calm and pleasant day. You both were sitting at a small table, eating and chatting.
She seemed pretty relaxed, her body left loose as she sat with one leg over the other, listening to you talk. It was something she enjoyed, often because she was upset or standing up for you it was her doing a lot of the talking. It was nice to take a break every once in a while.
She noticed your son walk in and her eyebrow quirked up. There was always some sort of quarrel between your son and her, like they had personal beef. Always glaring at one another in the halls. Honestly, you weren't sure if it wasn't all just fun and games to them or if they geninuely hated one another.
You turn to see who she had been glaring at and smile, "Do you think you can take the trash out?" You ask, noticing how he was already on his way to the kitchen.
When he didn't respond, you tried to speak up again, "Hey, (S/N), can you—"
"Hey, kid! She told you to take out the trash, go do it." Geirolül is already jumping in to cover for you, now crossing her arms and watching him like a hawk.
"Don't worry about it, dear.." You mutter under your breathe, hoping to calm whatever nerves were about to burst inside of her head.
"Would you both shut up already! God— you're both so lovey-dovey.."
It was too late, before she could calm down her head immediately quirked into his direction and she was jumping out of her chair, running at this guy.
"What was that!?" You watch her yell as she's jumping out of her chair and running at his direction.
"It was just a prank, mom told me too do it!" He's immediately putting his arms around himself, ducking and trying to run up and hide behind you.
You're just sitting there now, between the both of them as Geirolül is yelling at both of you, mostly him.
Well, that was a bad idea. It didn't matter, she found it abuslotely disrespectful and was not tolerating any of it! Geirolül was badgering him for the next hour.
Oh, and she definitely wasn't leaving you out.
When she was finished with scaring him, she immediately turned to you and began to lecture you. Despite this, you both were immediately settled and cuddling on the couch afterwards, seeming to have forgotten what had occurred.
Hrist
You both were getting the dining table ready, deciding to have some dinner. You were hoping to stir up a little drama with this prank, especially since the other Valkyrie sisters were being expected to come over later for dinner.
Hrist was pretty happy with the arrangements, the flowers on the table, the fruit bowls and cheese plates and the large turkey to feast into.
It was definitely going to be a great festivity, getting everyone together to eat.
You came out to the dining room placing a small bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. You were pretty out of it, a lot of work in the past two hours between you both, having to make large meals for twelve sisters, herself, you and your daughter.
"They should be here soon. I'll grab the plates," Hrist smiled at you as she pulled off her gloves.
"Oh, no, no. Take a break. (D/N), c'mere!" You stopped her, calling out to your daughter inside her room to help you now.
It took a hot minute before you heard her door shut, making you confused. You looked around the hallway, calling out her name again. "(D/N)?"
After the second time you heard a loud groan of annoyance before she came out, "what!?"
"Woah, woah, woah. What's wrong?" You asked, noticing the upset look on her face, seeming to believe that she was initially feeling left out since she couldn't help.
"Its nothing.."
"c'mon, you're about to see your aunties. It's been quite a while, let's get the plates and silverware out and greet them at the door when they arrive." You held your hand out which she reluctantly took, giving some sort of side eye.
"Why can't you and Hrist do it?"
"We've already cooked everything, besides she's pretty tired and show get cleaned up. You, on the other hand, haven't been helping."
"I don't want to have dinner with them. I'm not hungry, I'll just be in my room." She tried to escape, wiggling her hand out of your arm but you weren't having it. Hrist stopped in her stop watching with a worried expression as she rubbed her arm.
"Stop it, don't be like that—"
"Oh, shut it mom."
A immediate feeling of dread creeped up her spine as (D/N) noticed the way Hrist was now staring at her from far behind, ready to slap the shit out of her. She felt her hair stick up on her arms just from how she was being looked at, she was not playing around.
"..on second thought, I think I'll help."
