If the gods and humans became Yanderes which gods and humans do you think would be the worst ones to have fawn over Y/N?
Oh god, any of them sound horrible as yanderes. But I'll try to do only the ones I think will be worse than others. Not in order. I assume it's for Record of Ragnarok. Any not mentioned means they're not as bad, but it's still bad regardless.
Gods
Loki - I don't need to say too much, if you read the manga, watched the anime or both, y'all know how freaky he is. No filter. This is only referring to the current Loki, not the one in his past. Doesn't take his eyes off you. Likely has stolen your stuff and keeps them for... Personal reasons.
Poseidon - Listen when I say, he'd be hard to avoid. That goes for all of them, but he's probably higher than most. I imagine he won't let anyone near you. One graze on your skin? Deadliest glare of their life, so deadly they may as well have died already-
Beelzebub - Of course he was gonna be one of the worse ones. How he is as a yandere, I wouldn't call it fawning, more so a twisted interest. Interested in how you managed to catch his eye and will likely have you locked up.
Human Fighters
Jack The Ripper - First on the list for obvious reasons. He's a serial killer. Same with Beelzebub, it's not fawning, it's obsession. He loves your colours and wants to keep them for himself. Won't hesitate on killing whoever does anything to you.
Qin Shi Huang - I know, a bit of a stretch, but he's the first Emperor of China. He literally has all the power. And he'd definitely use it to keep you close to him at all times. Doesn't matter what it is, he's gonna do it. Someone hurt you? They're gone with the snap of his fingers. You want something? You got it in seconds. He likely told any guard to catch you and return you if you try to escape.
How about Muzan!reader(who is from demon slayer) with Hades, beelzebub, and Poseidon from Record of Ragnarok?
GN Muzan Reader x RoR Gods
Characters: Poseidon, Belseebud, and Hades.
Description: You're neither human nor divine, what a lovely little thing you are! You weren't on either side, you weren't even going to participate in Ragnarok, but somehow, you caught their attention. How annoying for you.
Warnings: I didn't know if you wanted a relationship with all of them at once, but I decided to do it separately. English isn't my first language! Cannibalism? (Can it be considered if you're not human?), Stoic reader, Characters outside the plot, murder and torture mentioned, death of characters mainly, gods being gods, obsession, Poseidon masochism? The fighters don't die after the fights. More warnings ahead.
The reader has been forgotten by humanity, but he's there. KNY MANGA SPOILERS! (You have been warned).
Reader Muzan, after his death, both at the hands of Tanjiro and the sun, ends up alone in hell. Yeah, screw it all.
You couldn't reincarnate, and after the humiliation of death... you had no will left. Honestly, it didn't work in the first life; over a thousand years of attempts were enough. Screw the blue spider lily, screw Yorrichi, screw the hunters, screw the onis, screw your life.
You're dead, it's over.
So you just stay in hell doing nothing, for years, decades, centuries, millennia... then they give you permission to return?
Apparently, you behaved well and now you have a free pass back? How stupid.
Did they forget who you are? What you did?
But you simply can't stand the boredom of hell, so you accept.
You return to the real world and everything is so different. You find current technology strange, but you get used to it, as you always have... Incidentally, strangely enough, you don't feel hungry...You almost have a heart attack when some unfortunate human exposes you to the sun.
You think you're going to die again, just like before... but your skin doesn't burn.
Normal, simply normal.
You feel dizzy, your eyes bulging, while that damned person keeps talking, and you feel like killing him but you're simply paralyzed.
You think your cells, mixed with Tanjiro's, simply went to you, and now you can do what you always wanted....
well, world domination isn't in your plans anymore, so you simply live. Devouring some humans when you feel like it.
That is, until Ragnarok arrived.
Poseidon doesn't care about anyone; the only person who values his time is his brother.
Humans trying to face gods? How despicable. He knows Ragnarok will end quickly and doesn't care about the filthy worms with hope, not even when they win a few matches.
He doesn't care about other inferiors.
That is, until you catch his attention.
Poseidon is arrogant and conceited, so I only see him becoming interested in/falling in love with someone in one way: by being defeated.
The only way to make him fall in love is by breaking his pride. He'll hate you at first, but then he'll fall in love with you, seeing that you're the only one worthy of him.
Then you meet by chance, either in the corridor or outside the coliseum.
As you approach, he immediately senses that you're not human.
Oh?
But he doesn't care; you're not worth his time.
But let's say you were in his way. Being the grumpy person he is, he tries to attack you.
But you're not human, you're not weak.
So when thorns sprout from your back and you fight back, it's chaos.
Even more incredible because you win. It seems the Fates are with you.
After that, you leave and Poseidon is rescued.
A minor goddess of healing tries to heal him, but he kills her. All he thinks is: what the hell is this?
As mentioned, Poseidon will hate you. He will try in every way to find you so he can plunge his trident into your guts.
But he can't find you, nobody knows who you are.
And the more time passes remembering the fight, the blows, you...something grows in his chest.
How unfortunate, only inferior creatures should love.
Still, he can't forget you.
He takes the blood that ended up staining his cheek and tastes it, and it's delicious.
He wants more, much more.
He wants you.
Hades and Zeus are worried; they've never seen their brother so obsessed with something.
But now he wants everything from you.
It doesn't matter that you're stronger than him; he can still find a way to have you.
He just needs to find you.
And when he does... he'll make you his consort.
"Oh, you're a demon? It's expected because of your power. It's no use biting me with those pretty little fangs, my love, or I might end up sinking my teeth into you."
Hades only participated in Ragnarok because of Poseidon's death, and although he doesn't die in this scenario, Hades would still seek justice for him.
Hades lost to Quin, and I see that this changed his perspective on humans, perhaps making him a little more open to them.
And then came you.
I see that Hades would fall in love with someone who helped him? Someone who was different and wasn't afraid of him.
Maybe you had ulterior motives when you were kind to the lord of the underworld, maybe it was because you didn't want to return to winter so soon.
But when you help him after the battle, taking him away from the infirmary's attention while you're careful not to hurt him, it's enough for Hades.
What an interesting little thing you are, a non-human with compassion.
It's not customary for immortals to help even out of falsehood.
What a rarity you are.
Hades will try to learn everything he can about you, subtly.
But you're nowhere to be found.
Who are you? What are you? Why are you so beautiful? Why can't he get you out of his head?
Ah, Hades is in love.
Not even the fire of the underworld is as red as his cheeks when he thinks of you.
He wants to meet you so badly.
Hades will take it slow; he doesn't want to scare you! He will get to know you slowly and finally ask you to marry him!
He will make you accept...even if he has to kidnap you like he did with his ex-wife.
"My treasure, stop trying to run away. The underworld isn't boring when you have someone to be with. You have me."
Beel is antisocial by nature, he doesn't have much affinity with anyone.
It would be very difficult to get his attention, I only see you doing it with one thing: being different from everyone else.
Luckily, you already are that.
A powerful demon who achieved his power through a small flower? How curious.
He wouldn't meet you face to face at first, but rather through footage of the fights.
Something moves in the background, a bloody hand.
A human who eats humans?
Until he finds out you're not human.
Beelzebud will become very interested in you, especially since he is also portrayed as a demon.
He becomes increasingly interested in you
obsessed.
Even more so since you are unknown, and there are no reports about you.
Who are you, little demon?
Maybe he would start making potions for when he finds you, sedatives, aphrodisiacs, and others.
He would also like to test your body...
Ah, I wouldn't be against kidnapping, but I wouldn't force you, he's polite.
But still... it doesn't hurt to have you, does it?
"Come here, [Name], don't be like that. You don't want me to force you to take an aphrodisiac, do you? Or maybe... you want that? Pretty"
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I noticed Poseidon got bigger, I think it's because I was more creative with him, sorry.I hope you liked it.
{Yandere!Apollo x Nymph!Reader} {Ft. Adoptive Father!Helios}
Warnings: 18+, Yandere behaviour, Non-con
Originally the Record of ragnarok version, but it can be any version you want to think of!
You watched your fellow nymphs gush over Apollo, who was smiling at them. He was giving all of them the attention they wanted. Except you. He barely have you attention, even if you were in his sights.
At first, you were one of them. But over time, your crush on Apollo slowly faded away, and it turned into irritation for him now that you began to realise his true colours. Nowadays, you did your best to avoid him at all costs, well as much as you can. Some of the other nymphs often dragged you along with them. The only two nymphs that knew you no longer love Apollo were Callista and Arete.
Just like you, both Callista and Arete grew to dislike Apollo and try their best to avoid him as well.
Whenever you get dragged by the other nymphs, either of the two will make up excuses for you so that you wouldn't have to see Apollo.
This is one of those times.
"Come along, (Y/n)! We have to see Apollo!" One of the nymphs squealed, grabbing your hand and started rushing over to the god. You tried to get your wrist out of her grip, only succeeding when the nymph stopped in her tracks. You looked over, seeing Arete standing over the nymph holding your wrist. Arete was one of the tallest of the nymphs, nearly the same height as Apollo, so she towered over the smaller nymphs. Not to mention she looks intimidating to most.
"Let her go. Can't you see her discomfort?" Arete asked, pointing at you. The nymph quickly looked back and let your wrist go.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" The nymph exclaimed in fear, running past Arete and towards Apollo. Arete clicked her tongue and looked at you.
"You okay, (Y/n)?" Arete asked, helping you up and leading you away from Apollo and the other nymphs.
"I'm fine, Arete. Thanks." You replied with a nod and a grateful smile, some pink roses blooming in your hair. Arete laughed and patted your head.
"Good to know, sis. Let's go find Callista." Arete suggested. Your smile went wider and you picked up the pace, nearly leaving Arete behind. The river nymph laughed again, shaking her head and easily caught up to you. You both found Callista in a field and both started hanging out with each other for the remainder of the day.
Apollo, on the other hand, was enjoying the nymphs that gushed over him. He noticed that three nymphs weren't present.
"I could've sworn I saw three more of you ladies here." Apollo pointed out. The nymph that Arete intimidated had her eyes widen.
"You mean Arete, Callista and (Y/n)?" She asked. Apollo knew the first two, but your name seemed familiar to him....
"(Y/n).... The one that always has flowers in her hair.... She used to be all over me." Apollo mumbled. He quickly shook it off and went on with the nymphs.
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A couple of months have passed and you were sitting on a rock, eating berries as the nymphs nearby got themselves ready to see Apollo again. To your relief, none of them bothered to try taking you along with them like before. That was because Arete told them not to drag you to Apollo and threatened them to leave you alone. So they just got ready and walked away, leaving you alone near a river.
After you finished eating the berries in your hands, you for up from the rock and walked around, making your way to a familiar temple of the Titan god of the sun, Helios.
"Greetings, (Y/n). " The voice greeted you politely. A tall and glowing man with long golden hair and matching eyes slowly descended upon you, a gentle smile on his face.
"Lord Helios! So great to see you!" You greeted the Titan god.
"It's great to see you too, (Y/n)." Helios said, looking into your eyes with a warm smile on his face. You stared back, the pink roses blooming in your hair again. Helios notices and touched one of them with fascination.
"You still look just as beautiful with each passing day." Helios whispered, admiring the roses in your hair. Your face heated up from the close contact with your hair.
"I've noticed how you started going to me instead of Apollo. Your feelings for Apollo have disappeared because he's never acknowledged you." Helios said. You didn't say a word, just stared at the Titan god. He was right. Apollo has rarely given you attention, whilst Helios gave you all the attention.
"How about I take you in? As my daughter?" Helios asked. Your eyes widen at the offer. Helios, a Titan god, offering to take you, a nymph, as his daughter?!
"Yes! I'd love that!" You replied happily, the pink roses in your hair crystallizing. Helios looked amused by your enthusiasm, despite only getting to know him for a couple of months.
"Very well. Stand still." Helios instructed, using his powers to turn you into a goddess. You felt a sudden urge of power in your body, a sign that it worked.
"From now on, you, (Y/n), will be known as the Goddess of hexes."
Part one finished! Apollo will be a yandere, I'm just taking the slow approach!
Hear me out jealous yandere Beelzebub X reader smut
Also side note the reader is immune to his curse
And I don't really know what else to ask in this request so I guess the rest is up to you
Ok! 😊 But you didn't specify the gender of the reader, so I just put it as fem. You may request to change the gender if it isn't what you asked for.
Yandere Beelzebub × fem!reader!
Warnings : Mentions of Yandere themes, obssesssive behavior, sexual behavior.
- SMUT IN THE LAST PART!!
⚠️⚠️!!MDNI!!⚠️⚠️
Beelzebub was described as many many things, like lonely, cold, and many more. But whenever it came to his significant other, only one word was best for describing him.
Obssesssive.
When he met you, there was always something in him that made him get rid of any lingering feelings towards you. Knowing that he did not want to risk hurting you or anyone in the process, which is why he's so distant.
Until you showed care for him, mothering him and taking care of all his needs, nagging about his lifestyle and how living in such a dark place and isolating himself was horrible. You knew about his curse, but not once have you ever given up on him like all the others have.
Due to that reason, he just couldn't help but like you. Which he tried to stop, knowing that it'll end with blood in his hands once again..but, when you kissed him, his love meter went higher than the heaven's could reach.
He stared at you in shock, mentally preparing himself for the bloodshed that was about to happen...but, it never did.
"what the.." he stared at you for answers, before you kissed him again, a sympathetic smile on your face. "Are you done now?" You mumbled quietly, as he started crying in your arms, demanding answers. But you simply told him, that you were immune to his curse. Since back then, you casted a spell on yourself to turn immune, due to your traditions as an immortal.
From that day on, Beelzebub was finally able to love freely. Something he had never felt for so long...
But because of his past with his loved ones, that ended in him killing all of them...he knew that he had to keep you safe. Not from him anymore, but from the dangers that could be lurking around the place.
He started growing paranoid...and later on, obssessed.
...
"(y/n)..." He called out from afar, before seeing you chatting with a person, laughing about random stuff until you saw him. Quickly hugging him tightly, introducing him to your 'friend'.
He gave the friend a cold glare, not fond over how you were talking to them so much, until he grabbed you by your arm. And dragged you back to his place.
There, you knew what was about to happen. He was never very good with keeping in his jealousy, he wanted you all to himself. Just to make up for all that he's missed out on
You had to understand.
"(y/n)...I need you." You gave a soft sigh, as he started getting unclothed. Oh boy....
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"you're so pretty today..." He mumbled, as he plunged his tip into you. Before taking it back out, and humping it on your sticky clit, his tip already leaking with precum. You moaned softly, feeling his tongue take your nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily. "Gentle..."
Sounds of flesh slapping together echoed through the room, your moans and whines accompanied by his groans full of need. Things escalated quite quickly..all you did was take your bra off and that already sent his horny meter up the sky.
During sex, he always has a thing for spouting out nonsense. He could even talk about mushrooms while being sucked off.
The stimulation you felt on your clit made you whimper, subconsciously forcing your legs to open wider. "It needs you...I need you..." Those words alone made it feel like his body had a mind of it's own.
Sweat dripped and went on both your bodies, before he let out an animalistic growl "m..gonna cum..(Name)...I'm actually gonna come.." he went faster, then slowing his pace to really feel the sting. You heard a loud spurt of his cum, a little too much of it.
He switched your positions, this time laying you on your back, so he could see your face. Before sliding himself up and down your pretty lips once again, and then harshly pounding it. Your body was paradise, the only thing he wanted to feel for the rest of eternity. You were practically drooling at this point from his endless assault on your pussy. "Faster...faster please-!" He listened to your pleas, going faster.
"You won't leave me. Don't ever leave me for some dumb scum ...okay..? I'll make them regret if they ever get close to you without me knowing..."
You gave a small breathy response, your thoughts clouded. But that was enough of an answer for him. How he love you so much.
With one last creampie, he pulled out, leaving your leaking pussy throbbing. Giving you a kiss on the cheek, "so beautiful.. aren't you?"
When you fell asleep, he took one last glance at you before walking out. He would come back later, after taking care of that 'bug' you considered a friend. He's not in the wrong, in his eyes, it was your friend who tested his nerves to begin with. It's not his fault that he was only playing safe.
Warnings: violent themes, obsession, violence, stalking, manipulation and much more!
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Loki’s effection would be very visible, he would give you lavish gifts, lots of affection, he would always have a bouquet of flowers for you. All you have to do is behave darling, and you can have the whole world in your hands~
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Oh poor darling won’t even notice that slowly but surely they are losing people. Some stopped talking to them…and others unfortunately had to stopped another way!~ he’ll kill, threaten, corrupt and wiggle his way into all of them. Erasing them bit by bit until it’s only you and him darling!~
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Ofcourse Loki will~ he’s a trickster! He’ll mock and deceive till the end! It’s part of who he is and who you love so dearly right?~ but no worries all you need is him! He’ll take good care of his precious darling! His laughing at your tears and pain was just a joke! How sensitive you are~
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Ofcourse not! Who would Loki be if he would do thinks against your will? He wouldn’t want to make his darling sad…that’s why he does it behind your back. Darling won’t even suspect the things he’s doing at all~
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Oh darling!~ please be gently with this soul. He’s too far deep to know what he’s doing is wrong. He’s a sensitive, emotional and unstable soul, he’s very vulnerable…but only for his darling. Because they are the only ones worth seeing that side of him~
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Darling fighting back? Oh, poor Loki would be hurt… Can’t his darling see that he’s doing this for them? For their relationship? He feel betrayed that darling doesn’t trust him. It really hurts him darling, so he has to punish you~
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Darling trying to escape? Loki would be angry and hurt, but this time he will keep himself in check, after all this darling will see how the world will treat them. All your friends and family would be gone. There would be no one out there for you. So he’s your one and only option. Don’t worry, he will lightly punish you, but he will feel the satisfaction of knowing you went straight back to him where you belong, just Loki and only Loki~
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Loki would be very cruel, sadistic and overall very unstable to his darling. One minute he’s on his knees begging for you not to leave and the other he’s gripping you violently by the arms. His worst is when he’s angry, hurt and betrayed, he might even end up killing his own darling~
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Just you and him, in a closed society. You would be no one else’s too see, hear, smell and feel. Only him. You would be waiting at home for her and be needy just like how he is for you~
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Jealous? Don’t be silly darling! Jealous is an understatement. This man would be enraged, possessive, obsessive and then jealous. He’ll kill them, and after that he’ll punish you. You’re such a mean darling for making him jealous, it’s not like he wanted to this you know? But you left him no choice, you made him like this darling, so you pay for the consequences~
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Oh darling, this man would he everything you want him to be, if you behave ofcourse! He’ll always smile when he’s with you, almost radiating with love. His eyes charming you with those heart pupils of his that never leave yours. He’ll be at your call, always being there and listening to you, convincing you that you don’t need anyone. He’ll win over your affection. This man is your personal butler, your gentleman. Your simp…at least that’s what he says~
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Darling wouldn’t even notice it. He’d be there in the dark, slowly stalking and creeping. Getting to know your every little thing. And when it’s finally time to see him, he’ll be the only thing you see. Oh you go to X every Saturday? What a coincidence! He goes there too every Saturday! You like flowers? Every time he sees you he has a bouquet of them just for you because they reminded him so much of you! You like this show? No way, he loves it and knows every single detail. He knows everything and has himself already planted into your daily life!~
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Loki wouldn’t care about any one else except for you, treating them coldly or almost mockingly. They’re not his darling, so why should he be nice to them after all? All you need is him, so in rerun all he needs is you~
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Sweet darling, sometimes you make him just a little too angry and he has no choice but to put you in your place, wether it’s physically violence or just leaving you in the dark, trust him when he says that he really doesn’t want to do it, but you left him in a though spot darling~
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Oh poor little darling..you would never even have any when you’re with Loki to begin with!~ rights? Don’t be silly darling! Why would you need that? The only think you need is Loki, just him in your world and life, Loki in your mind and imagination. That’s all you need. Only Loki~
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
It takes a lot for him to get angry at his darling, you’re his everything so he would make excuses for you. But he doesn’t accept bad behavior darling, he really tries to keep his patience in check with you! He really does! But sometimes you’re just so ungrateful towards him darling~…
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Oh darling, you’re naive to think if you could ever do any of those would work! Even if you managed to escape, and he would be left alone. He would break. If you successfully escaped, he would make sure to get the tiniest things of you, stalking, even hiring ppl or making up rumors that you left him out of spite-
But dying would be another story, he would be absolutely devastated, he would guilt trip himself into thinking it wasn’t true and go absolutely nuts to the point that he’ll keep your body, treating it like it’s still alive and well~
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Guilty? Darling, you knew what you were getting yourself into right? You looked up at him with those big cute and innocent eyes, you gave him that dazzling and charming smile, it’s your own fault that he did this to you, you made him like this. It’s only natural for him to feel this way since you gave him those signals right?~
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Loki is your standard lovesick man, he has no childhood trauma. He’s just very fixated on what he likes and doesn’t want to lose what if rightfully his. His darling is his and his alone, they have been since the beginning of time and will be for all eternity. It’s not something to be sad over darling…it’s just facts after all~
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Darling…you know he’s doing this for you don’t you? Isolating isn’t going to work, he’s the only one there unless you want to be all left alone. Then he’ll give you space because at the end of the day you’ll crawl right back to him. And crying won’t get you far either. He’s quite the sadist himself darling, so your tears will only give him satisfaction and pleasure. He’ll make you cry in other ways~
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Loki loves his darling like any other yandere would. Yet he can’t help but be a little sadistic, your bog bright eyes dwelled up in tears..the look of desperation on your face and the way you stare at him…it does something to him you know? He loves making you feel like you need only him…just like how he only needs you. He’ll play and toy with you, jusy for fun, nothing to harmful. You’re not a party pooper are you darling? He’ll just play a few mind games that keeps you on the verge of madness and question reality…nothing to serious right?~
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Oh darling, did you really think he was that dumb? How could you see him as stupid darling…oh well! He’s sure to not open up too much to his darling to make him see his weak points. He might be vulnerable…but he would never be weak in front of his darling!~
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Only if he has to, you know he loves you darling! He wouldn’t hurt you just because he finds it funny. But if he has to because you misbehave…he might as well take just a little enjoyed in it right?~
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Darling, you have him wrapped around your little finger. He’ll do everything to you, all you have to do in return is love him back and behave. Then the world could be yours if you asked!~
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
This man will not back down until he has you, to him it’s like a cat and mouse game, he’ll be the chaser and you the runner. He has no problem with giving you surprises, it will seem as if he had always been in your life since the beginning. You wouldn’t even dare to not think about him!~
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
What? No way! You’re perfect darling!…but you could use some lessons to behave a little..but no worries! He loves you very much, that’s why he’s doing you a favor by helping you become the best darling you and him could dream of!~
Thank you all so much for reading and have a great day!~🩷
The world as you’ve known it was on the crux of war. Your father and mother fought hard to support your older brothers who were intent on leading the kingdom's various armies. Though your father seemed fairly indifferent, he didn’t bother to hide his anger when you received your first injury.
“Never again.”
“But Dad!”
“Nope, you’re far too unprepared to be on the battlefield. Just let your brothers handle this.”
“Dad it was just a little scratch!”
“Please Adam, darling! (Y/n) just going to run away if you forbid them entirely!”
You doubt your father would have let you do even that but it convinced him to let you take on smaller tasks like leading the transportation of goods. Usually on an already conquered route, once again secured by your brother’s army.
On the day you met him, that was exactly what was happening. Following behind Lu Bu’s enthusiastic army you were sure this would be another uneventful mission. You’d be incredibly wrong.
Diverging from the usual plan, Lu Bu’s army had not cleared the route. Instead, they were still battling the enemy on the path. All too eagerly you directed your unarmed troops to run, retaining half of your army to aid. Being on the level of your brother, you easily tore through the enemy army. It was exhilarating. Like your brothers, you found the enjoyment in a fight but of course, it just wasn’t on your level.
No one on the battlefield was until you got to him. Hair flowing like the tail of a phoenix and eyes gleaming a yellow-green like the moon of a lunar eclipse. His hammer swung with power that could be spotted miles away. But what stood out most was the smile on his face. It matched the one on Lu Bu’s face when he made his last charge.
Despite the grief that threatened to clutch your heart you found yourself grateful. For if anyone knew of your brother’s burden it was you. While you may have been able to go toe to toe with him in theory your father once again would intervene; ordering you both not to take it any farther than light sparring. It only fueled your excitement.
You quickly ordered the remains of your brother's army to retreat or continue fighting along with your own, launching yourself off the back of your horse to immediately commence in battle with the silent giant.
“You’ve given my brother a glorious end, I’d love to do the same.”
He only grunted but his smile persisted.
For the next ten hours, this duel of yours would commence. Both of you smiling ear to ear as you both parried, blocked, and occasionally slashed at one another. An unspoken comradery was born when he fought your brother and the same could be said for you.
It only slowed when the sun began to rise and a hawk came with a warning cry. Breaking out of your trance you jumped away listening to the chirps of the birds–something your father taught you fervently. The message they sent was one of warning. The warning of a specific someone’s wrath.
“Rats, I have to go. He’ll chain me to a wall if I don’t.” You whistled for your horse who dutifully trotted to you. Before you snapped their reigns to return home, you turned your head.
“So what’s your name so that I can look forward to fighting you again?”
For the first time since the fight had begun he spoke.
“Thor.”
You smiled and bucked at your horse; yelling over your shoulder. “Then until next time Thor! I’ll beat you then!”
From then on the story of your love would begin. To the average person, it would seem bizarre that you’d both go from fighting for days to making out during an ambush. It was truly a marvel that heirs of warring kingdoms would find such comfort in one another but you two did. Against the warning of those who suspected, both of you ignored it for the euphoria you gained with each other.
“Thor, I’ve been thinking about what we’d do after this war.”
His eyes opened looking up at you, who was running your ungloved fingers through his hair. He took a moment to speak, admiring the small smile on your face.
“What will we do?”
You chuckled ducking low to share a kiss with the Norse warrior, lovingly trailing your hands from his crimson tresses to hold his chiseled chin. He, in turn, held your cheeks lightly running his thumbs over your cheeks.
“We’ll go live in a forest or a mountain, or maybe we’ll travel.”
He smiled at you nuzzling his head deeper into your stomach as though trying to close the distance between your bodies. Hugging him closely you let his hands trail further down as you spoke in whispers.
“Maybe we’ll have a family or a bunny. Though I wouldn’t want mjonirr to be left out.”
He hummed turning himself around hold you in his lap to trail his hand along your back and the hem of your scouting uniform, playfully toying with the small opening. Distracting you from your protests he nuzzles his nose against yours swallowing your moans with his own.
So encapsulated in each other it was beyond either of your thoughts that those who were suspicious now had finite proof of your allegiance to each other. It was true that no information had been betrayed or secrets shared but still an allegiance to the enemy would bring some concern.
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“From now on you’ll be put on the back side of our defensive front.”
“What?!”
“I no longer trust you on the front lines.”
“What why?!”
His usually indifferent cerulean eyes looked out the window to the east as though glaring at the one he’d been told of. His gaze softened when he looked into his child’s pained eyes forcing him to close his, he appreciated Eve’s grip on his hand.
“How can I trust you’ll come home if you're distracted?”
“....Dad I can explain–”
“I’m sure you can but I won’t be leaving my baby in the hands of an enemy warrior.”
Their head hung low before they ran out of the settlement. Adam could hear the confused shouts of the guards as he heard the swift gallops of his child’s horse. He knew they wouldn’t run too far because they knew he wouldn’t let them.
“Adam, my love how do we know he isn’t as equally in love with them? How can we be sure their love isn’t true?”
The father looked wistfully at the apple on his plate holding it up high before squishing his hand and turning it to mushy paste.
“That’s what I intend to find out.”
Meanwhile, Adam’s child was now running to the meeting point. The abandoned wasteland of unconquered territory had been the meeting place for the couple. By now vegetation had begun to grow over the remnants of a town caught in the crossfire. It provided just enough cover for a letter that (Y/n) would only hope Thor would receive in time.
Finishing up the remains of the letter when they saw the hulking shadow cast over them they thought it was Thor. So they didn’t protest when a large hand pulled them by their waist into a deep kiss. Faster than they could register they’d already slashed at the man’s cheek, immediately causing the man to flinch. He still held tight around their waist this time digging his nails spitefully into their sides.
“You think I wouldn’t know the taste of my lover? Loki.”
At the call of his true name, the face and figure began to morph revealing the adopted mage with a twisted expression.
“Well, it appears you do. My bad for underestimating you.”
“What do you want?!”
“So cruel. I only wanted to give my regards to the fallen hero.”
Already suspicious (Y/n) attempted to jump back fully drawing their weapon only for their arms and legs to buckle. Looking at the pinch of a syringe in their side, they glared at the giggling mage. Their vision went black as they saw the mage come in close.
With the last of their strength they called for the one they yearned for,” Thor.”
The mage chuckled with glee as he kicked the limp body below him. With ease, he lifted them turning to their sleeping face with a triumphant smirk.
On the battlefield, Thor found he didn’t recognize the attack patterns at all. They weren’t familiar. He forged on finding that his troops were being brought down in record time. The pattern was incomprehensible. If he didn’t know any better he’d say whoever was leading was making a path right to—
“Found you.”
–him.
The punch he received was devastating. Knocking him through the waves of his armed troops and ground below; leaving him frantically standing in a crater. The owner of the attack wasted no time knocking him back before he could actively use Mjolnir, already pinning him down with a heavy foot on his chest.
“You and I need to talk.”.
Thor tried to lift the man’s foot off of him for that same foot to deliver a striking kick to Thor’s jaw. Shaking the initial shock to digs his boots into the ground, lifting himself to stand in his favored position with Mjolnir. Sensing the sentient hammer Adam jumped away, expertly dodging the weapon which happily returned to the hands of Thor.
Without hesitation both men commenced in a battle where neither held back, undeterred by the odd unspoken connection between them. Thor especially remained in the dark as he found certain attacks hitting harder when the blonde had a cold expression on his face; as though he was holding back. It only seemed to click when his trusted hammer seemed to trill when his opponent successfully caught him. It was so apparent it caused the warrior to pause.
“Who are you?”
It was obvious he was the enemy king…which would mean:
“(Y/n)’s father.”
The immense shame that came over him was devastating. They were no longer fighting but it worried him that he hadn’t recognized the similarities before. It was silly that he hadn’t noticed how MjonIner was behaving the way it did when fighting his beloved.
“Don’t get cold feet. I’m proving your worth.”
Similar to his battles before he found it dragging on, but unlike his battles with his love he was filled with the nervousness of a groom. The battle only slowed when Adam pulled away standing with a bored expression as he looked at the dwindling armies.
“Fine. I guess I’ll admit you are strong.”
Thor didn’t relax his stance. The animosity teeming off Adam wasn't ceasing.
“If you wish to leave them with your life this is your chance.”
“Excuse me?’
Adam put an indignant hand on his waist.
“If you want to leave them. Now’s the time. I’ll release you back to your army, and (Y/n) will never see you again. You can avoid the drama, the accusations, just agree to leave them.”
The tension between the two was palpable. A withstanding obstacle that kept their armies far away.
“I’m not leaving (Y/n).”
Adam scoffed,” So you say.”
“I promise it. I’ll abandon my duties to be with (Y/n). I’ll leave all of that behind. I’ll kill anyone who stops me.”
Their silence returns. The kind that came before a great storm.
“....”
“...Good. I’d want nothing less.”
Or a great agreement.
Adam was quick to demand Thor leave immediately. He had an inkling something had happened and that was all Thor needed. Before he took MjonIr he bowed his head, darting in the direction of Adam’s army. More accurately past them at speeds rivaling their horses.
“That boy better better protect them.” Adam turned his disinterested gaze at the remaining army.
When the Norse warrior first laid eyes on his beloved, he knew he’d never forget them. The warmth overtook his already aching body when they called to him. Or the way MjonIr trembled when they withstood its electric blast.
It was perfection incarnate.
Even better, their affection was like air. Thor found his mind wandering to them when his army was desperately calling out to him. Or when he faced a barely equal opponent he could hardly refrain from thinking of their arms, their praise.
This is why he immediately aimed to slice off Loki’s arm at the prospect of his love being unsafe.
“I-I-I was only trying to do what was best for our k-k-kingdom!”
His lies were of no comfort encouraging Thor to raise his hammer and begin to swing down.
“WAIT! Wait! I know where they are b-but you have to be calm!”
“Speak or I’m going to kill you.”
“R-r-right! Well—”
Loki told of a defective group on the enemy’s side that seemed to worship him. In their various interpretations of his vague orders, they required a sacrifice chosen by him. It was a passing punishment. One he wasn’t sure if it’d kill the ‘hero’ or not. Admitting to his weakening of the fighter he suspected that within a few hours, they’d ritually burn the incapacitated hero.
Thor could barely keep still when he was told. He graciously sliced the adopted mage’s arm instead of killing him. He marched out of the ruins determinedly; he had to save his beloved before it was too late.
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Waking to the muffled sounds of chanting and fire roaring was never a good sign. The humid enclosure of a woven bag around your head made it hard to breathe. Closing your eyes was a better option than the odd passing of light within the small holes.
It didn’t help that you could feel your body weighing heavy, a constant reminder of the drug-induced sleep you endured. The unfamiliarity that comes with your forceful sleep. The burn of new cuts kept the feeling fresh, feeling them littered all over your body. It didn’t make it better when you realized there was the chilled coolness of something wet.
No doubt your blood.
The cacophony of different voices rang out, eventually joining together to chant a name that left you like this.
“Loki! Loki! Loki!”
Feeling yourself being laid down you could recognize the biting knot around your wrists and feet being reinforced. Getting small touches of your bound hands you could feel wood, curved into a pole. From there you could guess the fate these people had in store.
As you were made to stand up straight on a pile of wood, you naturally thought about your plans to escape. The poison you’d been given might have put a wrench in your usual plans. Which would just be you easily kicking those handling you and snapping at your binds.
But you couldn’t do that.
Hearing the chants get louder you figured that your best bet would be to run the second you felt the rope and subsequently your body catch fire. Doubting you’d come out of this unphased, you prepared yourself for the searing pain to be. Minor burns when cooking would be only a small taste of what you planned to survive. You were sure you could.
You only wondered if Thor could love you charred.
Speaking of him, you were sure you could hear the beating of Mjonir…or was that you’re own heartbeat? It couldn’t be because you could feel your heart speed up as you realized the hammer was actually here.
The joyous rambling of the crowd became a hoard of gasps and questions. It desperately had you wishing someone would lift the bag from your head. Alas, you could only garner Thor’s entrance from the crowd’s reactions. While it was surprising it’d be expected, rarely do others after seeing Thor, believe they can attack him to any degree. For as comforting as you’d find him, his hulking size, giant hammer, and stoic expression make him intimidating long before the fight begins.
You expected a few war cries before the slam of their deaths. Then a scream would ring out and all would disperse in a panicked flurry.
Except that’s not what happened.
You felt the warbling heat of a fire being ignited at your feet. In seconds, there was a gust of wind that killed the slowly increasing warmth. The previously hushed crowd began to devolve into screaming. You could feel what remained of your clothes to warp and pull in the direction of the wind.
Along with slicing, there were crackles of thunder and the furious thrum of MjonIr. Hearing the wet sounds of blood splattering and the thumps of flesh falling to the ground. The smell of iron filled your nose and the screams continued to ring out.
For people as touched in their minds as they were, you felt pity for them. Hoping to quell your love’s anger you called for him or you tried. The pain in your throat was something you’d never felt before. Feeling as though a thousand pins were stabbing you from within. When you did muster the strength of your voice, the screams had stopped and the wood around you was crunching under a boot.
Hearing the rope around you snap and unravel you let your hands naturally reach for the chiseled face of Thor. Already looking in his direction as you felt the bag on your head pull away. It is then you feel the cool and sticky coating on your lover’s face along with with the desperate look in his eyes. Wide and distraught, his eyes looked as though you’d be gone any second now. His arms wrapped around you expressing the same sentiment. You held onto him just as tightly bringing your lips closer to his, happy at the reunion alone.
Entwining your fingers in his vermillion locks, you pressed your forehead into his. Filling your vision you were surprised to have him draw you into his body once again, hungrily biting at your lips.
The love of your life was insatiable as always even among the corpses of your people.
He is your world.
And it will forever be comforting to know he’d do anything to keep it that way.
