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About me!:

I love to draw and make art, it has been a passion of mine since day one! I am very hyperfixated on God Of War and had been a fan since the third game came out. I make most of my art on that — or The Hobbit. I draw what makes me happy and will obviously mostly be posting such things. I also make edits, editing is a pass time of mine, which I’ll be posting things I like (GOW, the hobbit, squidgame, Invincible series, Avatar, Avatar the way of water, TF2, Transformers, TNMNT, SU etc..). Another cool thing I love is Photography! Like I’ve mentioned further up, I don’t answer DMs often and I’d like to apologize in advance for that, I may appear online but I’m either listening to music while working or letting my younger sibling use my phone, so please don’t hate me!!😭

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Heimdall had always been known to get with people just for a quick fuck— that was all there was to it. He remained one night in their very home, then he was off the next morning. Vanished. A heart breaker that was who he was, and yet many woman and men flung themselves back to him, like a boomerang missing its owner. It was pathetic really, but you were never the one for sex, no. You had far too many responsibilities in hand to deal with rather than worry about some dirty blond dick who can’t keep it in his pants, or shut up about it, you wished you could sew his mouth shut, forever!

You were a goddess, a goddess of Honor (and duty), you mostly gave warriors the courage to finish a fight, to assure that their *duty* is well done. Kinda a silly title, but The-All father thought not. That is why you took the place of Heimdall, being The All-fathers right hand. It left you with a smirk on your face really, to think your that worthy of being MORE than Heimdall. Your tasks during the day where to rise early morning, meet up with Sif and discus about the new mortals that lived just outside of Asgard, if they had been building like told to, if they had began to farm and care for cattle, all the basic needs anyone would need truly. You’d then conclude the council and go out to Asgards forces, assuring all warriors where here trained properly. It was more simpler said than done.

You woke up this specific morning, yawning and stretching in your fancy larger bed, it was filled with furs to keep you nice and warm, and the edges lifted so that you wouldn’t slip off of it. You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face with annoyance, it was very bright in the room… to.. bright for an early morning! You had slept in?! What? That wasn’t like you at all. perhaps it was the mead you drank? But you barely drank last night due to the fact you had to finish up papers of Sif’s counting of what mortals did what in New Midgard. You sat up, dressing quickly into your undergarments and topping it with a thin white dress ment to keep you warm beneath a darker blue velvet felt dress. smoothing it over your hips, you wrapped your belt around your waist, tightening it over your waist before you began to brush your hair hastily. You rushed out of your room, lifting your dress so that you wouldn’t trip over the edges and stain it with dirty shoes. You rushed to Sif and Thor’s room, peering your head in.

“There you are, gods I was worried if you’d been swallowed up by a Gradungr.” She spoke nonchalantly, gathering her scrolls and standing up, eyeing you with a judging look. “You’re a mess, freshen up. The readings are the same if you must know about those midgardians.” She said, walking out of the room.

Nothings changed? You felt a huge relief lifted off your shoulders. You hated running around with this beautiful goddess, she had gotten complimented many times and you?.. just standing there with a small smile.“Huh.” You hummed, turning and following after her. It was rare for you to have free time, even if it was only for an hour. You walked to mead hall, it was still far too early for anyone to be allowed in, well except for the cleaners. Sitting down, you grabbed some bread, holding it over a plate as you broke piece by piece, munching and swallowing down your breakfast.

“For the goddess of Honor and duty, you don’t seem to be doing much on this fantastic day.” That agitating voice drawled from behind you. You didn’t even bother looking behind you, you didn’t want to give that dick the satisfaction of your eyes landing on him. “Oh, now there’s no need to be rash, my sweet. I’m only speaking truth, my even the servants are shocked to see you out in the open! I’d rather you be beside that fat pigs precious wife if ut ment not seeing your face.” Heimdall hissed, walking up behind you and resting a hand on your shoulder, tightening his grip. You yanked it away, standing up and wiping the bread crumbs off your mouth.

“Why aren’t you off and away with your own duty?” You asked with frustration. Heimdall held a grin, looking deep into your eyes with his own swirly purple. He was reading you and you hated it!! You hated feeling so exposed all the time, it was all because of him. Well it only made his grin grow wider.

“oh but I am.” He responded, sighing while he wrapped an arm around your neck, leaning his weight against you. He hated you, hel! you only stole his pretty little place of being The All-fathers right hand guy. It was reasonable for him to. “I am assuring that none of these lowly.. pests steal anything from my dear father. Especially you, Goddess of Honor.” He spoke those last words with more frustration that he didn’t let slip out much.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you. You were really the only one he’d let.. touch him, if that made any sense. You never got why, maybe it was some sick fascination he had? Maybe it was something more? Anyways, you turned around, storming your way through the lodges doors. “Do be careful not to get mud all over your pretty dress!” He shouted at you just before the large doors closed shut. You continued through the mud until you made it to the bustling part of Asgard, but it wasn’t that crazy today. Many woman already where awake and dusting their rugs or sweeping the dirt out their homes. They gave you a small smile as you passed by, which you returned with a small bow of your head. Still thinking of your little ‘encounter’ with Heimdall you began to understand his hatred word you. You simply wandered here, not related to anyone, not having ‘god blood in your veins’ as he had so harshly put it. And yet had this ability in you to demand and so easily take control without even effort into it. You stole his place, yanking it from his greedy little hands and nothing will be able to change that unless he were to rid of you, but that would be dramatic, even for some sicko like him. You kicked a rock, it splashing some mud around at the entrance of the training grounds.

finally finishing your breakfast the sun had just barely reached over the wall, its warm comforting rays caressing Asgard and its glory. It was time for you to get back to work. You walked through Asgard, more people out and about now, considering it was brighter outside. You walked to the lift at the end of the street, seeing Sif was already standing there waiting patiently for you. You both had gotten on the lift, now leaning back against the wooden railing.

“Have you gotten word of The All-fathers plan?” She had asked, looking to you with those icy blue eyes, they always managed to strike fear into everyone somehow, but not you. You knew how to work this woman, and it wasn’t by cowering away like some pathetic little mouse.

“Yes, about how he wishes to put together that mask of his?” You replied, looking down to the view of Asgard below, it was such a small town, yet so spectacular under this morning light.

“He wishes to bring that.. Loki in our home. Can you believe it? He’s practically asking for chaos.” She added. Loki, the one who had killed both her sons, technically one, but she refused to see it that way. If one was gone by that kid then both of them where’s. The two of you made it to the top of the wall, now walking down these stairs that were embedded into it and that would eventually lead out to “New Midguard”.

You didn’t understand how these stairs worked, it was something with Frigg’s magic, well before she was banished. The both of you made it out finally after a while, yet even after that you had to spend at least an hour in New Midgard.. BORING!

You stood on the bridge above new Midgard, resting your elbow on the railing, humming quietly to yourself, watching all who passed by beneath with keen eyes. You felt the bridge shake a little as someone walked onto it, so you turned your head.. great.

“look at you, watching over these little mortals like you are their savior.” Heimdall spoke with that smirk on his face, you wanted to wipe it right off. “It seems your presence is needed by The All-father, dear.” You could throw up with disgust, you weren’t his “dear”. Nor would you be!

You stood up straight and moved to walk past him. But he gripped your arm tightly, glaring into your eyes with his own. His smirk faded into what seemed to be an intimidating look, though those stares wouldn’t scare you, you were much more than him after all. He huffed, tightening his grip on your arm, wanting to make you whine. You weren’t gonna let that slide.

“Send him my regards..” he whispered, letting go of your arm which you yanked away as soon as he allowed it. You glared back at him before walking off silently. You found yourself in the lodge, standing in The All-Fathers study infront of his desk where he went on talking to this.. boy. He was thin, wearing a fur like anrmor with bits of yellow leather, he was armed with a bow and arrows. You examined the boy, figuring out what his purpose was until your name was called, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up at The All-father, your expression kept concealed, your stoic facade remaining.

“This is Loki, and you Loki, this is my right hand, Asgards goddess of Honor and duty.” The All-father spoke with a smile: a smile of lies and deception. You furrowed your brows as you looked to him, Loki? He really was letting this.. killer into your home? And you thought sif was joking with this Loki business.

You looked at Loki who smiled nervously, but you guessed you didn’t give anyone the reaction they wanted, since the All-Father was quick to kick you out.

“Ah, go on with you, I’m sure have much more to tend to.” The All-father spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. You glared at Loki once more before dismissing yourself and walking off. What a day.