The Hanged God

Odin Borrson, Allfather, King of Asgard, Head of the House of Odin, Protector of the Nine Realms || Highly selective blog || OC blogs welcome! || You may approach the throne after you have read the rules.

[drakesnate]

MCU Meme // One of Four Locations

[the-mjolnir-owner]

thehangedgod reblogged your post “the-mjolnir-owner: I found an emoticon for Odin, behold: .)”

#omg #that’s it young man #you’re going to bed without dessert

I am sorry, Father, I didn’t mean to mock you. Also I didn’t know you could see this

[thehangedgod]

I can see everything. Don’t you forget that.

[the-mjolnir-owner]

I found an emoticon for Odin, behold:

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[thehangedgod]

1. what does your muse smell like? Leather, wolf’s fur, mead and old man’s musk. Sometimes, bird poop (thanks Huginn and Muninn).

2. how often does your muse bath/shower? any habits? Every day if possible. It’s Odin’s ‘me time’, when he gets to relax.

3. does your muse have any tattoos or piercing? None

4. any body movement quirks ( ex.knee shakes )? Centuries spent to minimise all body movements and twitches that might give onlookers any insight to what he is thinking. Odin is a bitch to play poker with. 

5. what do they sleep in? Naked. Enjoy the mental image.

6. what’s their favourite piece of clothing? That golden housejacket from first Thor movie. Frigga has been trying to throw it away for a century, but Odin kept digging it out of the trash.

7. what do they do when they wake up? Wash up, get dressed, have breakfast, get to the day’s work. In verses where Frigga is dead but Odin is still ruling Asgard, he’s been lately starting his mornings with mead that’s been spiked with stimulant spells.

8. how do they sleep? position? On his back. Frigga would try to get him to turn over to make him stop snoring, though.

9. what do their hands feel like? Oddly bony for someone his size. Strong, rough skin but the callouses are old. Nails are trimmed and well kept nonetheless. 

10. if you kissed them, what would they usually taste like? Mead, or any other alcoholic beverage they had drank last. If he has been just using magic, there’s a hint of iron there.

Tagged by: @thegreatwolf-fenris

Tagging: @qceenmother, @brokenshadowofloki, @allmom, @thequeenfrigga

[lokiodinsonblog]

Why? (closed with thehangedgod)

[thehangedgod]

lokiodinsonblog:

He couldn’t look Odin in the eye. He didn’t want to know what he might find in that crystal-blue gaze, and truly didn’t know which would be worse to see there- shame, admonishment for failure, or pity.

“Yes,” he said quietly, trying to repress a shudder at the memories. He really didn’t want to think about this. Especially not right now, when he was already raw. “One of his servants at first. Then I was brought to him.”

Odin didn’t push Loki any further. The words would have to come out of him voluntarily, not dragged out. So he remained quiet, the hum and the crackling of the fire only sound in the study. 

If Odin had only known about the Mad Titan, that it had been him behind Loki’s attack on Midgard. It would have made a world of difference in how he had chosen to treat Loki when Thor brought him back. But nothing could be done about the past; only the present mattered.

“No need to speak more of it now,” Odin finally spoke. “I have pretty good understanding of that deranged creature’s methods.” 

Odin got up and went to pour two glasses of mead. It wasn’t the usual type he used. This was in a considerably older, small bottle, just enough for the two. As soon as he uncorked it, a sweet smell spread into the room, and when the neck of the bottle touched the rim of the glass while he poured, it chimed like a silver bell.

“Here,” Odin brought the glasses over and gave the other one to Loki. “Old vintage. It will help putting your mind at ease.”

[thehangedgod]

Fresh Parents

[thehangedgod]

thequeenfrigga:

Frigga placed a kiss on Thor’s blonde hair as she pulled him close to he chest. Frigga eyes locked away from her sons as she pressed a soft kiss up to her husband. Thor however wasn’t having any of it as he began kicking and fussing at her.

“What I can’t kiss your papa? He was here first, my love.” Frigga said with a bright smile looking down at the pointing child in her arms.

“You can get your own wife,” Odin chuckled and tapped Thor on the tip of his tiny button nose. “Once you grow up, ladies will be lining up for you, my son.”

He wrapped his arm around Frigga and encircled his family in his embrace. He had never thought he could feel this at peace.

Then something warm and wet trickled down his stomach. Odin looked down to see Thor, who still hadn’t been changed into a fresh diaper happily tingling all over his parents. Odin cursed and did a small jump back, but it was really too late.

[thehangedgod]

How Can You Still Be Here?

[thehangedgod]

annaleyson:

Just as she was trying to think of something she could say that hopefully wouldn’t have too dramatic of a reaction, the guy behind the counter interrupted. “He’s not bothering me,” she told him, sounding like she was telling him off. “We used to know each other,” she added, a little kinder this time. “But I’m afraid it’s been quite a while.” 

Anna stepped back and gently patted Odin’s arm. “It’s good to see you’re still around, enjoy your,” she looked over to the menus up on the wall and shrugged, “…coffee,” she swallowed her emotions and went back to her table, taking the bag and her coffee and heading out as fast as she could without drawing too much attention to herself. 

She hadn’t parked too far from the coffee shop but stopped on the spot as soon as she was outside. She had already grieved for most things related to that part of her life, but such a sudden reminder was like a punch in the gut, and it took all her strength not to throw up in a nearby waste bin. 

The young woman dashed off, leaving Odin dumbfounded, clutching his coins until the barista cleared his throat again. He dumped the money on the counter, and got what they were good for, a coffee to go and a breakfast roll from yesterday. 

“It’s a shame, really.” Odin’s hearing was still sharp as ever, and he cold hear the businesswoman talking quietly to her friend on the other side of the shop. “Imagine running into your own father like that... It happens, like with that one photographer.”

He left the shop quickly, trying to see if the woman was still there. Daughter, surely not, he didn’t remember ever having one. He didn’t remember much, not names or faces, but if he had had a daughter, he would remember at least that much. But she knew him, had said so herself! Maybe she knew... who everyone else were, and what had happened to them. 

She was still there, looking like she might faint. Odin circled around, making sure he didn’t spring up behind her.

“Miss... please...” The humble word came much easier from him these days. “If you know who I am... Would you tell me?”

[thegreatwolf-fenris]

Practicing Forgiveness || thehangedgod

“Now George, you get yourself more then just a coffee this time,” Fenrir smiled as he handed over a wad of bills to the homeless man. He didn’t need it and to bless others gave him great peace about himself. “And make sure you get something for Maybelle too..” He patted the man’s dog on the head.

“Oh I will Fen, don’t worry!” The old man replied already on his feet and heading to the nearest cafe. 

“I’ll see you around!” Waving him off he began to turn away, taking a shortcut down the alley back to his apartment. 

On the way he saw someone. Huddled in ripped rags and shivering against the Autumn wind, they certainly weren’t new to the streets and the wolfs heart ached at the sight of seeing the man in distress. Coming over to him he knelt down, “hey! Are you alight–” But as he looked close he found himself bolting to stand upright and backed up.

The golden eye patch, the grey white beard and the grizzled expression of a long life of ruling. “Allfather..” He whispered. Fen should have angry. He should have summoned his sword to his side and slayed the king where he was, or even better transform into the beast Odin feared most and rip his head from his shoulders; bloody and unrelenting.

But the wolf was scared. Scared just as much as he was the day he was dragged, chained and muzzled before Odin and sentenced to the mountain. The Gleipnir chains holding him so he couldn’t run and hide.

“What are you doing here..?” His voice was low and a slight tremble ran through it.

@thehangedgod

[thehangedgod]

He was walking through golden corridors of his home. His sons ran past him, their laughter more precious than all the gold around him. More gold, shining right by his side, flaxen hair of his wife, holding his arm and pressing against him.

Someone approached, pulling him from his slumber. He always wanted to linger, because once he was awake, the dreams would slip away from him and he couldn’t remember them at all. But the cold and the sense of danger forced him to sharpen his senses and focus on this world.

The young man was speaking to him, and then startled, backing away like he had been struck. The old man knew he wasn’t a pretty sight, with his missing eye and dirty beard, but the youngster’s reaction was extreme.

What was that word he used? Something about ‘father’? It rung something inside the old man, but then died and left him empty and hollow.

“’M not your father, boy,” he muttered and tried to pull his ragged coat tighter around him. “’M not bothering anyone, can’t you just leave me be? Just wanna rest.”

[thehangedgod]

Fresh Parents

[thehangedgod]

thequeenfrigga:

“Yes, I don’t blame you for not knowing, it’s alright you know.” Frigga said with a soft smile.

Thor however seemed more than excited to have both of his parents attention a she grinned up at them, earring kiss on the forehead from Frigga.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you Thor.” Frigga smiled down at him.

With Thor cleaned up and the dirty diaper thrown away, he was really a precious sight. All smile and rosy cheeks, and tuft of golden hair on top of his head, he was the most beautiful child Odin had ever seen. True, he had never before really paid attention to babies, but he was certain his son could stand the comparison to any other child in the Nine Realms.

And when Frigga bent over to kiss Thor, Odin felt his heart swell. 

“Come here...” he said and placed his finger on Frigga’s jaw to gently guide her face up, and kissed her. But Thor didn’t tolerate being ignored, and made an impatient sound, kicking air with his chubby feet.

[22h11]

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[edderkopper]

Random musings: If Odin lives on wine and came back to life after sacrificing himself on Yggdrasil, is it fair to call him an alcoholich?

[grimnirs-child]

get out

[cdpoe-deactivated20220103]

#VikingFeastIceCream flavor #Frigga’s #Peach #Cobbler artwork progress #cdpoe #cdpoeart #viking #treat #icecream

[arin-sur]

ALLISON MAKES ODIN/FRIGGA THINGS FOR HER BIRTHDAY WEEK:

↳ MCU Odin/Frigga + Emojis (Part 1/??) 

[eatingcroutons]

What happened to Jane Foster?

I wrote a bit of a rant about Jane after seeing The Dark World for the first time, and was asked if I could repost it once the film was out in the rest of the world.

Since then I’ve had time to re-watch both Thor and The Dark World, this time taking notes, and have reworked and added to the original post a fair bit. So here’s the more comprehensive explanation of why I was frustrated with Jane Foster’s characterisation in The Dark World.

In case it’s not obvious, this post contains SPOILERS.

Keep reading

[thehangedgod]

Contingency

It was one of those cruel spring days, when the rain came down like hale of ice, soaking everything, and then the wind would chill a man to his bone marrow. After surviving the cold winter months, it felt unbearable to deal with this kind of weather. So everyone with no home to go to would try and scurry away into any kind of shelter they could find, to stave off the coldness a little longer.

Odin huddled up into a corner in a subway station. The warmth was relative, sitting on the concrete floor, his back against the tile wall. The people made it even colder by avoiding to look at him. But it was better than being out in the rain.

Ruckus from further down the station drew Odin’s attention. Most people looked up, but quickly returned back to fiddle with their mobile devices. It was just some kids running around. But Odin squinted his one eye to focus on the leader of the group. No, not leader. The black-haired scrawny kid wasn’t leading the other kids on, he was being chased by them. By the looks of it, he had really pissed someone off.

Strange feeling of familiarity took over Odin. He had never seen this kid in his life; yet he could have sworn something like this had happened before. Before he could even think, he was on his feet. He didn’t run, not in his age. But he quite calmly positioned himself just the right way, once the kid had swept past him, he took a step forward and basically caused the chasers to crash into him.

“Fucking watch yourself, you hobo!” one the bigger boys yelled, and the all cursed him. But the noise finally caught the attention of the security guard, and the boys split pretty quickly seeing him approach. Odin looked around him. The scrawny one was nowhere to be seen.

[thehangedgod]

How Can You Still Be Here?

[thehangedgod]

annaleyson:

Needless to say, after everything happened Anna went back to her habit of working as many odd jobs as she could to bring in some money, she didn’t need to pick up quite as many since she had a home paid for in full already. It still took some getting used to, but fortunately she could get away with doing a lot of it online. 

In a free hour of her day she could have to herself, Anna usually went to whatever coffee shop was close enough to the apartment. She was flicking through old pictures on her phone and occasionally sipping at a large coffee when she caught sight of a homeless person coming into the store. She had seen the staff asking them to leave before and thought it was a horrible advert for them, but they sold fantastic baked goods. 

Something about this man in particular she recognised, he was older, and it wasn’t common to see many older homeless people in the city. But that wasn’t all she recognised. 

Her heart sank when she realised she had been staring too long, and she got up from her chair. Swallowing the mix of emotions as she left her coffee and the bag of bagels, donuts and muffins on the table. She let out a shaking breath but managed a smile, bending quickly to pick up his dropped coins and putting them back in his hands. 

“Odin,” she said quietly, giving him as kind a smile as she could manage. She wanted to slap him and scream in his face, how he could manage to have survived while so many others didn’t…  “Why are you here?” 

She was smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Odin flinched when she gave her the coins back, half expecting them to burn, charged with the accusation he could feel coming from her.

“Just... just wanted to get a cup of something warm,” he stuttered. How did she know his name? Who was she? “I don’t know you- I don’t know who you are. I remember you, though?” He squinted at her, and the light reflecting from her blond hair flashed halo-like briefly. Frigga? No. Not her. 

“Hey? Sir?” Again that word spoken with no shred of respect. The barista with a rather impressive beard for someone so young was leaning over the counter. “If you wanna buy something, go ahead, but don’t bother the customers, okay?”