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Thor
Thor, who finally placed down his hammer somewhere and found something thrilling in his life that wasn't from battles and endless bloodshed. He was, not visibly, very intrigued by this wish of yours.
Thor, whose way taller and bigger than you, and comes off scary; nonetheless was excited, hiding it well, to watch your little performance for him. He cant wait for you to finish so he can be inside you, stretch your pussy and slide against your wet walls and grab at your shaking legs.
Thor, whose been taking the lead, having his hand on your hip and the other on your back as you face him in this fancy throne chair of his and ride his thigh.
You could feel him tense under you as your hips gave small movements with your pussy leaving a wet feeling along his leg, making him grin as he gave your ass a small slap for making a mess.
Thor, who didn't let you orgasm just yet before he pulled you off and threw you on his throne and stuffed his face down your legs and licked up what you both caused, demanding that you release on his tongue instead.
Poseidon
Poseidon, who didn't seem to care at first and thought it wasn't going to be exciting despite how interested you seemed.. although he was immediately into it
Poseidon, whose pulling at the back of your hair to pull your jaw up and leave space on your neck where he kisses and bites you while he's pushing down on your body so your pussy runs along his thigh with a rough friction.
Poseidon, who wouldn't let you get off of your orgasm until he was satisfied with how long you've been riding his thigh, liking what he's watching and would do it again, in the future.
He's so unfair about this! Wanting to say how boring thigh riding is, at first, but than immediately taking control of your body along his!
Poseidon, who hopes you orgasm without his permission soon so he can throw you off himself and climb on top you so he can finally cum inside of you after all this built up friction just from riding his thigh.
Hades
Hades, whose frustrated with himself that he couldn't have done better with the scenery and arrangements for you, but instead he's stuck at his desk with you humping his thigh.
The clothes were restricting you both, since he still needed to feel professional and finish on paperworks, on new Hellheim arrivals.
Hades, whose allowing this to occur as he tries to finish up his work, but it's no use. He has to put the pen aside and watch you, while his hand is moving down your skirt to pull your panties aside, allowing you to rub against his pant, leaving little wet stains.
Hades, who acknowledges this to be a time for you to take control of the situation and have fun with him, but he's really eager to throw you over his desk soon.
Hes going to have this in the back of his mind now, everytime he sitting at his desk doing work he hopes, when you walk into the room to check in on him, you'll invite yourself to jump on his leg again.. you won't have to ask, if you do.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub, whose hiding such a beautiful body under all those clothes. Legitimately, caught you off guard the first time you saw the details of his upper region alone, sculpted out in a statue. You were so eager to jump on him and see what else he was hiding under his pants, instead.
Beelzebub, who declined the idea at first but couldn't stop thinking about it after some time... Eventually, he brought it up again and obliged to it.
Beelzebub, who began to melt when you first slid your panties down and climbed on his leg like a dog. He watched as you satisfied yourself, slowly beginning to melt into your touch as you also managed to tug his clothes off and kiss his collarbone.
Its driving him crazy, hearing your whimpers as you drag your pussy across his leg. You can feel his body shivering, underneath you, from this strange and new feeling as he watches you get off on him.
Eventually, he's pushing you off and stuffing his face between your legs, getting a good view and taste of what you did to yourself by using him. Using his body!
Heracles
Heracles, who was a bit nervous when you first asked him about doing such a thing. Although, that didn't stop his big smile and from pulling you aside instead of going out to train.
This big brute is such a sweetheart, whose taking care of you throughout with slow movements as he watched both your thighs rub against one of his, riding his big leg like a horse.
Heracles, whose talking to you and asking you if you're alright, wanting to know if this is a good pace. Eventually, he'll begin to pick up the pace as he bounces his thigh beneath you slightly and has his hands touching you slowly, using his words to ask for permission if he can touch here and there.
Heracles, who couldn't last very long before he began to touch you more intimately without asking.. his hands groped and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples or pushing you to lay back on his knee as he propped his leg up for you.
He loved listening to your muffled whimpers and moans as you stuffed your face into his broad chest, with your arms around his neck. He continued to help move and slide your hips along his skin, getting the right pressure and pace.
Apollo
Apollo, who was immediately thrilled by your little idea and had you pulled aside for himself quicker than you anticipated.
Apollo, whose abuslotely loving your little show and encourages you to keep going. Praising you constantly on how well your hips move along his leg and how beautiful your body looks.
His hands are moving all over your body, because he can't keep them to himself, wanting to touch you and let you see, through his actions, how appreciative he is of this idea of yours
Of course though, this man couldn't keep it to himself very long. Your little drying humping became more intimate from how he distracted you with his lips on your chin, neck and collarbone... And eventually he had you moving like a lap dancer.
Apollo, who'd applaud you for the show and after you're finished with your climax, he finally takes the lead and gives you something to TRULY be excited about.
Leonidas
Leonidas, who'd lay back with a book in his hand and his leg propped up, letting you do all the work for yourself, first. Every once in a while taking a glance up to see you rocking back and forth to get off from your sexual desire for his body... No wonder the Spartans looked up to him for his strength, his body was massive.
Leonidas, who'd literally kick all the Spartans asses if they walked in on you both, after telling them that you guys would be having some.. alone time.
Leonidas, who finally finished his chapter before sitting up and grabbing your hips to help you move your hips along his sturdy thigh. He can feel your body shaking despite barely doing anything.
Leonidas, whose being rough with you yet somehow manages to be a gentleman with how he's treating you in both his words and actions. Biting and nibbling at your shoulders and gripping your legs to leave little red marks and pressing you down on his thighs.. yet also, kissing the little hickeys he left on you.
He's bitting back a laugh and teasing you throughout: being such a dirty thing to ask the Spartan King to do this for you, but he gives you credit for succeeding. He has a shit eating grin as he smokes a cigarette and blows it in your face after you finish with your orgasm.
Just like the other headcanons, he doesn't kiss often, nor does he like to be kissed. Everything he does is motivated; he always takes the initiative. Yet if you do beat him to the punch, kiss him—lightly—on the jawline or the cheek. He'll act like he's annoyed, but he secretly likes it. Don't try to surprise him; you'll only end up with a disgusted/disgruntled expression.
Hades: Neck, Jaw, Mouth
Hades loves it when you hide in the crook of his neck; the tiniest follicles of hair always stir a chuckle from him. Kisses on the neck are the best area of attack. Just picture it: you're sitting on his lap, thighs clutching his waist, whilst you pepper faint kisses around the carotid artery, pulsing with every beat of his heart. The same thing can be said for the jaw; it's close enough so it makes sense. However, the lips are a different story. If you're looking for maximum intimacy/foreplay for sex, go for the lips. Start light and quick, then deepen it later on. Trust me, you'll be under him soon enough.
Thor: Arms, Forehead
Of course the arms because: muscles. I bet Thor believes there's some magic hinted at with every kiss on his biceps that fuels him more. You kickstart a burning fire in him, a reminder that he's got someone to fight for and return for. Yet, there's something about being kissed on the forehead that makes him feel truly comforted. The sweetness of being pulled into a hug after returning from Asgard, or Midgard, depending, and softly pecked on the forehead starts a warm hearth in his heart. Frigga had done similar, but that was when he was a boy. Such a warrior he grew up to be, and yet he felt like a child in your arms. He isn't complaining, actually; he wants you to do that more often. Hold him close, dear reader, and make sure you congratulate every conquest with a forehead kiss.
Beelzebub: Mouth, Nose
Kisses on the mouth express the highest point of passion. For your lips to fracture his ever-so slightly makes him feel the happiest he's ever been. There are times when he feels as though he's floating, his soul is on another plane of existence. When his conscience takes refuge in the void, your kisses bring him back to reality. He remembers now: he's here, in your arms, with your lips on his own. Beelzebub wished he could melt into your bones, forever and always. Whenever you kiss him on the nose, he feels...cute? Like he's some stray kitten or something. A little gasp escapes his lips whenever you do that; why does it tickle? He doesn't want to rub it because he doesn't want to make you feel bad, so he sits with the itchiness.
Loki: Anywhere
I'm not joking. He's open to anything: Forehead, Cheek, Mouth, Chest, and below~. I don't think he has a preference; just having your kisses satiates him enough. He doesn't exactly have a high libido, but he is willing to go down on you if you kiss him enough.
Buddha: Cheek, Mouth
I was gonna put "Anywhere" too, but I think he'll keeps this pretty simple. Cheek kisses are quick, but they're the best ones for him. Buddha doesn't mind sneaking a kiss on the cheek while trying to sneak a treat out of his lap; you're gonna have to be more clever than that, sweetheart. Kisses on the mouth are equally as good; any excuse to wipe off the sugary syrup on his lips is a must. Now that he can let it slide.
Heracles: Forehead, Cheek, Shoulder
Cheek kisses are the go-to, since the simplicity of them is perfect enough for Heracles. Forehead and shoulder kisses, however, are exchanged more often. Similar to Thor, there's nothing better than returning home to your partner after a few weeks. You know Heracles is a warrior; the battlefield may as well be a second home for him, yet you can't help but worry. Sometimes he's gone longer than he promised, often a month's worth. And you can't help but fidget with your hands, preventing yourself from biting them. But when he does return, all bloody and battered, every last tear of joy leaks from your eyes. You swore you couldn't hold any longer; sweet apologies try to soothe your worries down. A forehead kiss for the scar running across his face, and a few more on the shoulder just to heal those wounds.
Hermes: Hands, Jaw
Similar to the previous headcanons, hands are the go-to. Labored, yet somehow soft; it's the satin gloves, girlie. Kisses on the hands express appreciation and gratitude, for he works too hard for such a demeanor he brings. Jaw kisses are more to soothe/comfort him. Like I said, this man works WAY TOO HARD. With exhaustion mixed with resentment, he needs a bit of charge. Hold him, whilst he tries his best to stay awake, and trace his jaw with kisses.
Ares: Jaw, Arms, Cheek
Come on guys...look at him. LOOK AT HIM!!! My guy has the Kronk jawline, you've gotta kiss it. Kiss his arms, massage them too; the mighty war god relishes in his strength and mind. Shower him with compliments too pwease 🥺. Kiss his cheek for apologies, both giving and accepting. Imagine this big man holding your legs just to kiss his cheek.
Shiva: Arms, Mouth
Kiss his arms. All four of them. No I'm not joking. It sounds cliché, but trust me, he loves it. It's better to do it after a bout, more likely when he wins, and you'll get the cheeky fucking grin. Kiss his mouth if you want to initiate sex; he's a bit of a passionate lover, so he's all for your boldness. Just don't expect to be on top of him.
Zerofuku: Cheek, Nose
Both kisses are the sweetest; he has the cutest blush whenever you surprise him. You remember playing with a little rabbit out in the woodlands, and he got jealous when you nuzzled the white ball of fluff. Could you imagine being jealous of a woodland creature? You did notice how fussy he was afterwards, so you decided to tease him the same. Eskimo kisses while lying on the grassy plains, stroking through his hair like rabbit fur; Zerofuku play-fought you to get off of him, but you knew he liked the attention. Anything to make his nose twitch.
Apollo: Jaw, Mouth
A passionate lover who's all for your vigor. How bold of you to pursue him first before he even has the chance to plan his attack. Props to you, but you have to be quicker than that. He let you steal a kiss from his lips, but don't expect to win the next time. However, you can trace his jawline with those lips of yours, carefully outline the structure with an abundance of compliments to rouse him some more. Come on darling, it can't be that hard.
Susano'o: Mouth, Jaw, Neck
He's straightforward, so teasing isn't something he's into. If you want to say something, say it. If you want to show something, show it. Don't dawdle when it comes to love, Susano'o makes that clear. The mouth is the obvious choice, but if you're so bold to pleasure him, suck from his jawline down to his neck. Those hands will clammer your form in an instant.
Lu Bu: Arms, Neck, Collarbone
Literally like I said from the previous headcanons. Since he's not familiar with affection, it took him some time to understand what he likes and dislikes. He likes it when you touch his arms; he knows his own strength, but he can't help but listen to your voice. He doesn't understand flirting, but there's something about kissing his clavicle just...does something to him. Like that feeling he gets when he's challenged. He doesn't understand why, but he urges you to do it more.
Sasaki: Cheek, Forehead
Oh there's nothing like feeling your lips on his skin. Savoring every delicate touch with a buzz of energy, he can't help but get all giddy. You swear, sometimes this man is a child, but you can't help falling in love all over again. Cheek kisses are his favorite, first only to the mouth, but he doesn't do those often. Kiss his forehead whenever he returns home from training; the hearth of a well-lit heart burns brighter with affection than any other fire.
Jack The Ripper: Hands
How long has it been since he felt warmth? How long has it been since he truly saw that color? It's truly the greatest tragedy to feel hollow without a hole in your stomach. To die with nothing but the false altruistic feeling of love. To die alone. Jack truly believes he would live without love, for the man only saw the crudeness of society: greed, envy, lust, every sin committed in the world of the living. So when he landed in Valhalla, Jack couldn't believe he was walking amongst angels. Angels like you. Just by the touch of your hands, he refused to believe he made it. And when you kissed them, he achieved pure bliss. While it isn't his favorite, Jack cherished every last swirl of your color. He's probably matching the same tone whenever you kiss his palms.
Raiden: Neck, Mouth, Collarbone
Go on, you can touch 'em. As if his muscles are gonna bite ya. Don't be shy, kiss that vein pulse across his neck. Rub him down, massage his muscles, cherish every part of him. See the bone, go ahead and give it a peck. He doesn't believe in it, but every kiss felt like magic to Raiden. All this talk about good luck and bad karma ain't really his thing, but your kisses do have this essence to them that boosts his confidence, maybe a little too much. But if you really want him so bad, get him in the mouth.
Qin: Jaw, Mouth
My man has the softest lips. I know because I kissed them first. Qin is another straightforward guy, so the mouth is the obvious choice of attack. It's also his favorite too; tasting the sweetest of your lips is like honey to him. Qin loves to bask in your beauty, you on his lap—or him on yours—whilst he roams his hands around your body; the silk sheets swim like tidal waves. His lips are magnets to yours, constantly fluxing between your own. However—and you didn't hear it from me—his jaw is kinda sensitive. I recommend sucking along his jawline for submission.
Nikola: Hands, Nose
Since he loves kissing your hands, you might as well reciprocate. His metacarpals are quite sensitive; he isn't sure if his skin is just conducting electricity from your lips or his pituitary gland is firing nerve signals, but his hands start to tingle under your touch. Such contact ignites serotonin at rates higher than ever possible. You make him feel...feeble? No! Non! Nem! Nein! You make him feel loved. Ever-so loved. Hold his hands, watch them spark. Kiss his nose to make him blush; sometimes you'll catch it wiggle.
Leonidas: Neck, Chest, Arms
Fucking LOVES it when you kiss his arms. He takes pride in his strength, and there's nothing better than your kisses tracing his biceps. Bite them too; he relishes your affection greatly. Kiss his neck if you want to arouse him; also recommend pinching his nipple while you're at it. His neck is his Achilles' heel, but he'll never tell you that. And it is a MUST to kiss his chest. Bare-breasted or the peeking window between his Hawaiian shirt, you better kiss his pecs or else...i'll find you...
Okita: Nose, Cheek
When play fighting, it is important to strike your partner at the right position. If you want to take him down, attack on the nose. Okita will temporarily be stunned before you could push him down and defeat him. However, he keeps it guarded, so exchange cheek kisses before you find an opening. It ain't easily; one could only do so much to take the great swordsman down. You're lucky you're his weakness, he would never so such a vulnerable side to his peers. Be prepared to tickle him if necessary; he's ruthless.
Simo: Forehead, Nose
Tiny man = forehead kisses, unless you're shorter than him. Returning home to your arms whilst Kille's barging in for both of your love is the best moment of his day. I'm sorry, but just imagine cuddling together in bed with nothing but silence and the heat of your bodies, brushing his hair upward to kiss his forehead. So cute!!! However, if you do come along with him, frost-bitten winds are the perfect excuse to kiss his nose. Even with half of his face covered, still kiss it through the cotton. Your excuse may be flawed, but at least the thought counts.
Kintoki: Jaw, Collarbone, Mouth
Lazy cuddles are meant for sleepy kisses. And with Kintoki's haori slipping off his shoulder, it's perfect for tracing his collarbone with kisses. The demigod can live off of your touches; you could disturb his nap for all he cares. Every minute, every little peck made by you is cherished like golden coins. Go a little further up and you'll wake him up inside. Go even further and he's ready to go down on you. Teasing isn't too much his thing, but just stirring him with light pecks across his veins is enough.
Nostradamus: Face
Petits bisous? For him? Go on ahead! Just being showered in your love is all that is enough; he could die again if he could. Nostradamus could use any excuse if it meant he'll be smooched by your lips. He'll even show you how to greet people with kisses; it's good manners, but it's also another excuse to get smooch. Whenever you meet, you must greet him with three kisses on the cheek, and a hug, and and compliment.
Heyo!! Could I please request a child platonic reader who's job is to log the times and events of the ragnarok battles? They get to run around and interview the fighters and so they end up making a lot of friends.
Thank you for feeding the random with your works btw! Keep cooking 💪💪💪
That's such a goated idea SO OF COURSE I CAN!!😛 Thanks for the love and support!!🤭🤭💞 Hopefully I brought justice to your request 🥹
Platonic!Child!reader whose job it is to log the times and events of the ragnarok battles!
Warnings: Spoilers for season 3!!
Everyone in Valhalla knew of you, you were the one logging the times and events of the ragnarok after all, and they'd always hear about one of the fighters talking on your little interviews you held before all of the fights.
You gave them questions and they'd reply as best they could. It was one of the ways some of the fighters would try and get on the public's good side, OR they'd use it to brag and boost their own egos. And some of the more serious and stoic fighters would rarely even say anything on the interviews all together.
One of Your favourites you got to interview was Adam because he was so nice to you! He answered every question so quickly and he thought you were super cute. He didn't know a child would be here doing all of these things but he admired the hard work and dedication you put in and he told you to stay safe. it had everyone cheering him on in the fight!.
You were pretty scared while interviewing thor, but you slowly warmed up towards the giant. He answered only a few of the questions you asked, which was fine. You weren't actually expecting him to answer any of them at all, so you were very happy with the answers you received! He was very chill about the whole thing as well which put you at ease. He respected the work you did, tracking everything and making sure the broadcasting channels were working perfectly the entire time!
One of the scariest gods you had tried to interview was Beelzebub and Poseidon. You were TERRIFIED of them both. When you first held your mic (whilst shaking like a tree branch about to snap at any moment) and asked lord Beelzebub about how he was feeling and if he was excited about the fight. He looked down at you, you felt like a rabbit Infront of a gian wolf about to rip you apart..
Luckily he didn't! Lord Beelzebub was quite strange whilst giving his answers to your questions but nonetheless it was actually quite nice interviewing him.
Poseidon was scary. You knew he didn't want a stupid interview so you were extra cautious while asking him. To your surprise, he actually did it! You were very happy but also still scared as hell. It was pretty easy asking him the questions though!
The ones that annoyed you the most though were Apollo,Loki, and Leonidas. You sighed when it was their turns to be interviewed. They barely talked about or answer the questions. Like only one at max. They talked about themselves much more.
Apollo talked about the beauty in the fights and that he was excited but then he just started talking about his own beauty and that once he won he'd be hanging out with his nymphs, also bragging about his achievements?? Not the time twin please for the love of Tartarus just answer THE FUCKING QUESTIONS.
Loki was trying to pull shit whilst answering the questions with a barely listenable voice. He was cocky the entire time and you could not interview him for more than ten minutes before Thor was told to quickly pull him away because he was just embarrassing himself the entire time💔
Leonidas was just talking about how much he hated Apollo and that he was excited to beat his ass. Sigh..Ahem..anyways. he was getting hyped up by his men the entire time btw. This mf.
Qin was very nice!. Sure he was very prideful but after he finished the questions, and the broadcasts stopped, he was very kind towards you. He'd pat your head and praise you for your work, he was amazed that such a young child could do all of this so professionally! when he entered the arena you actually felt scared for him and didn't want him to compete. Luckily he didn't die! Although you were still very sad about hades.
But as I said before, interviewing the fighters wasn't the only thing you did! You'd log the time that the opponent died and how long the battle took. Just to list a few
Lubu vs thor: 16 minutes and 28 seconds
Adam vs zeus: 7 minutes and 13 seconds
Qin shi Huang vs hades: six days
You had everything about the fights logged down aswell! You had a MASSIVE book full of all of the info about the fights, what abilities the fighters had and how they used them, their tactics and what you thought their thought processes were.
You were a very smart child that everyone couldn't help but cheer for!
Alot of the fighters you talked to had become friends with you due to how smart and quick you were.
Everyone may have been divided even more because of the Ragnarok but there was one thing they could all agree on, and that was their love for you!
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Hi! I’d like to request if Poseidon, Thor, and Apollo (separately) had a human lover who died and was revived to participate in Ragnarok on the human side. Maybe for some added angst they (directly or indirectly) caused the death of their partner
OOOHHHH THIS IS SOME JUICY DRAMA! specially with Apollo and his bad luck with Love in the myths, you have awaked something inside me....
Poseidón/Thor/Apollo x revived! Reader who fights againts them in Ragnarok
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: neutral
Warnings: some heavy Angst Right here, and most likely no comfort. It's one of the first times i write this kind of stuff so it may suck. Mentions of death and violence.
Poseidon
• Poseidon was many things, among them a very proud god, for that reason, he never let anyone get too close to him, let them know too much about him, a god should not depend on anyone, after all.
• However, that same philosophy exploded in his face when he began to frequent a certain place. Or, rather, a certain person.
• Even though it sounded ridiculous, the tyrant of the seas once became fond of a mortal, as shameful as it was. For that reason he never allowed their existence to be known to the other gods or humans, he did not want to carry that stain on his name, not even for all the love he had for his lover.
• Maybe they could find a way to turn them into gods, but until then, it was better, for him, to keep it all a secret. After all, the idea of spending eternity with them did not sound bad at all, it was a future he hoped for.
• Sadly, that future was shattered with the fall of the old regimes in the Greek cities. The gods could no longer intervene in those times unless they had certain… priorities.
• Poseidon believed that reader was going to be fine, they was a mortal, but a resilient, stubborn mortal couldn't be easy to kill… or could they?
• It was a pretty vivid image in Poseidon's head, when he found the lifeless body of his lover. A few meters away from a temple that humans had made in his honor.
• They had come to seek his protection… and they died…
• (The least Poseidon could do was ensure that reader had a proper burial next to his temple. A strange way to always keep them close…)
• Everyone could notice a certain bitterness in Poseidon after this dark era. But no one was brave enough to find out why the already closed god's attitude changed. Not even his brothers.
• Even after their death, his pride was greater than his love.
• Almost two millennia passed since those events, and what many gods did not expect happened. Ragnarok. Even with Poseidon's disinterest in the event, he was one of the chosen ones to fight, so he went.
• He only hoped that all of this would end quickly, however, when Heimdal was introducing his opponent, he could feel something... familiar.
• And then, Heimdal said their name, as they landed on the battlefield. reader...
• Poseidon reacts externally, for the first time, having his eyes fixed on his opponent, with an expression between perplexed and... with something unknown, as if he wanted to reach out his hand to reader and know that they were really there.
• However, the fight began. Although reader did not have as much strength as the god of the sea, they did not hesitate to attack him for the good of humanity. Although they did not miss the pain on their face every time he looked at him. How painful…
• When the god of the seas falls dead, he gives the reader a sympathetic look for the first time, as if he saw this as the right thing to do, maybe it was, but it was good to see them well again…
Thor
• Thor is also a proud god, but to a lesser extent. He doesn't really think much (if at all) about humans, but that doesn't mean he was incapable of falling for the charms of a mortal from his pantheon.
• That was the case with Reader, a mortal who liked to hang around the same places Thor used to fight, looking for materials to be able to do magic of some kind (things Thor didn't understand, but Reader got so excited talking about it that he would just let them rant and talk for hours).
• What started as unwanted company when he wanted to clear his mind, quickly became a routine for the god of thunder. Always hoping to be greeted by Reader's constant talk, their new discoveries regarding some magical plant, etc.
• Curiosity turned to appreciation, appreciation turned to affection, and affection turned to love. Thor didn't hide the fact that he loved Reader, he used that fact as a threat, after all, no one would want to anger the God of Thunder by messing with the mortal who had earned his affection.
• Thor thought that in this way he was protecting his partner, however, this would have serious consequences when the attack of the giants in Asgard occurred.
• He saw this event as another attack, another waste of time, so he left his lover behind to take care of the problem (even though he knew it would be boring), saying goodbye while Reader happily greeted him.
• Not knowing that it would be the last time he would see them alive.
• Thor remembers how the events of that afternoon were, the day his reputation was formed, it was also one of the worst days of his life.
• The first thing the God of Thunder noticed when he arrived at Reader's territory, were the giant footprints in the territory, realizing what had happened, he quickly went to see his partner's house, but it was too late.
• One of the giants had strayed, and gone to attack Reader's house in his absence. Everything was in pieces, destroyed, including the body of the god's lover.
• He spent several hours clinging to the cold and shattered body of his partner, unable to accept the reality of what had happened until his father arrived to take him to Asgard.
• And now... here, in Ragnarok. Thor remained still for a second, while the face he tried to forget stared at him. The face he couldn't remember without seeing it disfigured and shattered, was before him, as His opponent.
• No matter how weak reader was in comparison, they were able to give Thor a fight thanks to their Volundr and, more importantly, the god of thunder seemed unable (or willing) to throw deadly blows. Not at them.
• Thor wanted them to tire themselves out and eventually give up, not to do this to him, they couldn't do this to him, please…
• It doesn't matter if Thor dies at the hands of his former partner, or if his partner dies again at (what he feels was) his hand, there will always be that thought in Thor's head, deep in his subconscious. That will haunt him until the end.
• “It's my fault”
Apollo
• Ah~Apollo has had many lovers in his life, some have been more like admirers who were able to climb the hierarchy of his temple, others who were friends with certain “favors” in between. But none of them were like reader.
• Like everything the sun god liked, reader was a mortal of great beauty, which was already enough to gain the god's interest. However, what kept him was their personality, their quick mind, and to a lesser extent, their dry humor.
• they was someone Apollo enjoyed having around more than a god should with a mortal, but Apollo was willing to turn a blind eye, after all, wasn't this funny and beautiful human absolutely adorable? What kind of god would he be if he didn't keep them for himself, forever?
• That was the plan, at least. However, Apollo's ego, as well as attracting the attention of fanatics, also brought problems.
• Apollo was well aware that other divine entities were interested in his favorite mortal lover, and it wasn't something he liked in the slightest. It was something he let everyone know.
• Whether it was with mocking comments about how Reader preferred him over other lesser deities, displays of his ego, among other things that made a certain wind god angry...
• Apollo didn't remember anything about the day Reader died in his arms, but he did remember how everything felt the next day. The blood in the playground, where Reader's head was opened by a disk, their large room, normally full of noise, was now completely silent, and their bed, which in the mornings was always warm, was now cold.
• Everything felt... empty, without Reader to give it meaning.
• Obviously Apollo wasn't going to show how this affected him with so many eyes on him all the time. If anything, he just let himself go and abused his normal vices even more, even during a time as difficult as Ragnarok.
• He probably would have stayed stuck in that cycle of misery, if he hadn't been told who his opponent was going to be. Oh~ sweet, cruel irony.
• A part of Apollo just wanted to run over and hug Reader and squeeze Reader's face the moment he set foot in the arena, look at them, thinking themself tough enough to face him, wasn't that just cute?
• Even when Reader looked at him with a hurt and serious expression, Apollo just enjoyed being able to see them again, FEEL them again, as if it were a friendly fight between two estranged lovers (which he was going to win, of course) so that Apollo could get them back.
• How? Simple, by eliminating them from Ragnarok without killing them, he would simply have to make them give up, right?
• … right?
• No matter how much Apollo launched attack after attack, arrow after arrow, blow after blow, Reader still didn't give up. At first he tried to laugh, but now… he was getting worried.
• They didn't understand? He does this to save them! Just give up!
• Give up!
• GIVE UP!
• However, Reader got back up, the fight continued, and Reader looked more and more tired, more and more fragile… that look of exhaustion and pain… was very similar to when he died… but it was full of determination to kill him.
• Gods…
• What has he done?
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Funfact: Hyacyntus was an SPARTAN Prince, do You guys knew that? :D
˗ˏˋ𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ´ˎ˗ — EHEM, hey there... So like, idk if you've seen the new season for Record of Ragnarok BUT, I have been stalking your blog and I love your fics and I've seen your fandoms and I saw that you had ROR albeit even if it's Inactive BUT, I am so desperate for any crumbs so can I request ROR gods(Specifically Hades, and Apollo) with a valkyrie S/O? Like, they're fighting against their opponent and their opponent's valkyrie just so happens to be their lover?? I saw a fic like that somewhere and I want more, and take your timee!! - Anon
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — The duties of a valkyrie were never untainted, and you knew your obligations better than anyone else; put humanity first above everything, even yourself. So now, all you can do is smile and wave goodbye with tears to the one who held your heart, just as you held his.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance/angst.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc especially Apollo, spoilers for s3, ass brief fight scenes.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Helllooo!! And yess!! I have actually just recently watched the third season for Record of Ragnarok and I will say... It reignited my phase so I will consider writing for it once again!! Especially Hades, Qin Shi Huang, and Apollo like gah dayum... Fell in love with them the moment their chapters came out.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
Prologue
Since the dawn of your existence, the weight of your duty as a Valkyrie had always rested heavily upon you. To fight for humanity, to choose the best among them, and to ensure they survived the horrors of the battlefield.
So, it was certainly no surprise that Brunhilde rejected the notion of you taking a god as your lover, but desires of the heart does not bend so easily to caution. And you knew you were guilty too; after all, you understood the consequences that would follow from giving in to your wishes.
Yet... The only regret that lingered was that you were not granted more time together.
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You truly wondered if Brunhilde had done this on purpose. Her merciless words starkly contradicted the calm expression she always held so delicately. Yet nothing could silence the cruel echo of those words in your mind.
"You’ll be up against Hades." The words stunned you. Brunhilde looked so cold as she stared at you with her calculating gaze, one you knew all too well. Yet you maintained eye contact wutg narrowed eyes with your older sister as she continued, her words leaving no room for argument.
"And I have already assigned you to your partner, Qin Shi Huang, King of All Beginnings. I'm sure you've already heard of him."
And that was it. She never even bothered to warn you, trusting that you would choose your duty over your heart without hesitation. And the harshest truth of all was that she wasn’t wrong. You had always placed your calling above everything; you deeply loved humanity and your sisters, and you knew that it would eventually be your turn to lead your warrior to victory—but this…
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs, your fingers curling into your palms as your teeth pressed into your lip. Yet you kept your composure. You knew Brunhilde, you knew your older sister perfectly, and once she had made up her mind, nothing could ever sway her decision. Nothing.
Biting back your anger before it could spill over, you forced out a faint, "I… see." From the edge of your vision, you noticed Goll lingering behind the older Valkyrie, watching you with quiet concern, though you only offered her a small, reassuring smile. (But even she knew everything wasn’t going to be okay.)
And now here you were, clinging to Qin as both of you stood bloodied and battered, though he had taken the worst of it.(Hell, he even lost an arm!) All the while, you could feel your spirit beginning to fracture, small cracks forming under the relentless heat of battle, yet you refused to let up.
"How are you holding up, my dear Valkyrie?" His words reached your mind, though if you were being honest, you felt you should have been the one asking him, given his current state.
You sighed, grip tightening on his shoulder as you swayed a little, "I should be asking you that, I mean look at you!"
The foolish king simply smiled, almost boyishly, before shifting his attention to the figure before you, Hades. Seeing him like that made your heart falter despite yourself.
On the other hand, the king of the underworld could hardly believe that cunning Valkyrie had arranged such a match. He had come here for one purpose alone and one purpose only, to avenge his brother. But to see you transformed into his opponent’s Volundr…
He tightened his grip on his bident, damn it. He knew that this hesitation would get him killed sooner or later, but how could he possibly bring himself to hurt his beloved?
The silver-haired god could only curse under his breath. He knew Brunhilde was the kind to take advantage of others and sacrifice them for the greater good, and now she had exploited your devotion to your duties—but this was a low blow, even for her.
"Though I suppose that Valkyrie wouldn’t care about fairness," The thought bit at him, yet his expression barely held any visible irritation as he spun his bident behind him, his stance ready to intercept any attack. Yet hesitation gripped his heart far too tightly for him to prepare another heavy blow, for the fear of losing you felt far greater than his desire to avenge his brother.
The weapon Qin held in his hand was beginning to crack, and that only made his unease far worse. Images began to form in his mind of you as well, cracked and battered, all in the hope of helping this mortal… No, Qin Shi Huang. Hades could respect this man for his love for his people and as a worthy opponent, but even then, he would never forgive the Fates for this outcome.
Most especially Brunhilde.
"Well, are you going to attack again, or should I do the honors?" Qin’s voice echoed, pulling Hades from his reverie. The god narrowed his eyes at Qin’s provocation, yet still kept himself composed.
"Watch your tone, there is only one King worthy to leave this arena and that shall be me."
"Hao! Truly, only one can leave—but I’m afraid it won’t be you." He shot back before attacking again. Hades parried the oncoming strikes, but that was all; he never once tried to exploit Qin’s openings, no matter how clear they were. And Qin Shi Huang saw it.
“Oh? Not about to attack me, King of the Underworld?” You gripped Qin’s black hair, desperately trying to signal him not to anger your lover any further, yet Qin ignored your warning, only placing a hand on yours. Before the fight had even begun, you had already told the King of All Beginnings that you were married to Hades, after Brunhilde had warned you of his tendency to charm others.
"Qin..."
“My dear Valkyrie, I know how much Hades means to you, and I am truly sorry for the fate you were forced into.” The sudden, genuine sympathy from the usually egotistical king made you freeze. Your shoulders sagged before you shook your head, trying to focus. Yes, the Fates were truly cruel, but now was not the time to let emotions and personal attachments get in the way of victory.
"I'm trying to tell you to focus on the battle, Qin. And I knew what I was getting myself into when I married a god."
Now, it all came down to this final attack. Qin’s blindfold had long since been removed, his sword in hand as he readied himself. Hades took his stance as well, spinning his fully awakened bident—now infused with every last bit of his life force and fused with Poseidon’s trident—once more in front of him, his eyes narrowing in focus and contemplation.
If he truly gave it his all, he would have to watch you fall alongside your warrior, and he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you shatter into millions of fragments, scattering across the universe and fading into Niflheim. He might win the battle, but the idea of never seeing you again... and knowing he had indirectly caused your death? No, that was too much for him.
At the same time, the thrill of facing a worthy opponent after eons felt exhilarating.
“I understand why you love humanity so much, my dear [Name]…” he thought with a faint smile. In the end, he still gave it his all. Their weapons clashed in a thunderous collision, both struggling as they fought on equal ground. Then Qin blew a puff of air—the Torrent of the Tortoise—which struck Desmos directly, giving him the advantage.
The shock on Hades’ face was evident as he forced more of his blood into Desmos. Yet Qin used the Swallow Slash Force of the First Emperor without a moment of hesitation, taking full advantage as every second counted.
Then...
CRACK!
Desmos cracked, then shattered into a million pieces like fragile glass as Qin thrust his sword into Hades’ heart, piercing through his back. The silence was deafening—until Hades smiled at Qin.
“Spectacular… you truly are a worthy king…” he breathed as he began to fall to the ground. His mind wandered to his brothers, Poseidon and Zeus, silently apologizing to them—before his thoughts drifted to you. His beautiful, hardworking, and diligent valkyrie.
Yet before his body could hit the battered floor, you caught him, gently lowering his head onto your lap. Tears streamed down your cheeks as sobs escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the colosseum. Everyone—especially Qin and your sisters—knew to remain silent as they watched the Valkyrie who had aided Qin in her own husband’s defeat.
"Don’t cry… [Name]," he began, a thin red line of blood trailing from his lips, though he paid it no mind. Seeing you cry your heart out stirred something deep within him. He seldom saw you in such a state, yet round after round, as you watched your sisters fall, he had seen you cry more often, mourning their deaths while you cursed Brunhilde under your breath.
"I’m sorry… Please… don’t go…" you begged, the words hitching in your throat as you bit your lip until you could taste the metallic tang of your blood. Yet Hades merely lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek as his body slowly began to fade.
"Take good care of yourself, okay?" he said gently, and it reminded you of the times he had comforted you without judgment, how he made you feel so loved, and how you were more than just your identity as a valkyrie. And now… now you would never be able to see him again—not in this life, and there would never be another life for him.
Hades couldn’t say it as his time had come to an end, but he mouthed the words, "I love you," as he faded into Niflheim, and only the two of you would ever know his final words to you.
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The palace of Apollo was truly grand and luxurious, befitting a man such as the sun god himself—who just so happened to be your husband. But you weren’t here to admire the architecture of the Olympian god’s abode… or your own. No. Apollo had summoned you here to talk.
“Darling, my love, my sunshine… you cannot be serious about this, right?” The voice from behind you sounded uncharacteristic of the man you knew so well; his tone carried a note of displeasure, which was understandable given the unfair circumstances you had both been placed in.
A sigh escaped from your lips as you finally turned around, your eyes focused on Apollo's face. Seeing his brows furrowed was a sight anyone rarely saw, and yet… Despite the displeasure in his expression, his radiance and beauty felt almost unfair with how the sun was casting its glowing light upon him.
“Keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles, you know?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but it was clear the usual flamboyant and narcissistic god wasn’t having any of it. How could he when he knew there was a chance none of you would ever see each other ever again?
Apollo closed the distance between you so quickly that it caught you off guard and pulled you into a tight embrace, as if he never wanted to let go—and the truth was… he really didn’t. He was scared, so scared that he bit his lower lip and rested his head on your shoulder while your hands hovered awkwardly in midair, unsure of what to do. The feeling of being in a daze lingered, but eventually, you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Can't you just refuse? This is so beneath us."
"You know I can't, my duties as a valkyrie—"
“Then why not let someone else do it?” He cut you off, his voice rose slightly with pain as he pulled away. He didn’t understand it—he loved that you were so diligent and responsible, but for once, he wanted you to stop and break from your duties for him. Even if it was selfish, he didn’t care.
"My darling, they are just humans, why bother trying to help mortals who have no chance of winning against the gods?"
“Never say never, my dear,” you said with a soft and sad smile that always made his breath hitch. It was so unfair how little you had to do to undo him—him, the god considered one of the most beautiful and strongest among the others and yet here he was practically begging you not to participate in this petty little competition between the gods and mortals.
“There’s a reason the score is 4–4,” you finished, walking toward him and taking both his hands in yours. “Besides, I heard from Hermes that you wished you were there to witness the deaths of the fallen gods because it surely looked beautiful, right? It sounds to me like you were eager to display your passion and strength too.”
“That was before I knew that cunning Valkyrie of a woman had involved you!” His grip on your hands tightened, causing you to wince, yet you still smiled that foolish—and most beautiful—smile at him.
“Please, don’t blame my sister Brunhilde for this. She only wants what’s best for humanity and its survival.” You paused, searching for the right words as you stared into his beautiful golden eyes, which looked back at you with quiet pleading. “And I’m willing to do everything in my power to help her achieve it.”
Apollo could only look at you with a defeated, helpless understanding. He knew there was nothing he could do to change your mind, no matter how hard he tried or how much he begged; even if he threw his pride into the ground and shattered it to pieces, it would never be enough to make you change your mind… still…
"Even if it meant it would cost either our lives?"
The silence that followed felt deafening, yet it was your response that truly struck him. “I was always prepared for those consequences.” You leaned in, your noses almost touching—not for a kiss, but for a whisper that might just be your last to him. “But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.”
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Apollo’s respect for Leonidas grew as the fight went on longer and longer. The strength of the brute of a man proved to him that humans truly weren’t so bad after all—and that they too had genuine beauty within them that he had refused to see for so long even with your coaxing.(He'd do anything to hear you call him stubborn again.)
But that didn’t erase his complicated mix of liking and disliking for the King of Sparta. His strength was commendable—he would give him that—but he was far too… aggressive for his liking. Apollo could only hope that Leonidas treated you well and that you were safe, although, given the condition of his Volundr, that was unlikely… especially since the Volundr was you. And the blows they traded were neck to neck, even if his opponent had been at a disadvantage at the beginning.
The man standing before Apollo was battered and bruised, having taken several blows from his fists and threads. Apollo may have been considered a pretty, almost feminine god, but he was still a god who knew how to throw a punch, using his mastery of boxing and his speed to his advantage. Even still, Apollo also had taken a beaten from the King of Sparta's hatred(Albeit now with reluctant respect.) towards him.
Yet… he felt proud of his scars. His appearance might now have been unkempt and disheveled, nothing like his usual high-maintenance image, and the other gods in the colosseum might talk crap at his arrogance and flamboyance—but he took pride in bearing the marks of a worthy opponent and, in a way, from you, the very reason Leonidas could stand on equal footing with him in the first place.
“I have to say, I do not care for that filthy mouth of yours,” he began. Leonidas narrowed his eyes, expecting another arrogant remark, while your spirit beside the King of Sparta flickered, cracks beginning to form.
"Jeez, I still can't believe you chose someone as annoying as this fucker right here." He told you, his head bleeding as it it continued to drip on the floor while you shook your head.
“Apollo is… well, Apollo, but I promise you he’s not all bad as mortals or even gods make him out to be,” you said in his defense, looking at Leonidas as he huffed at your words before you turned your gaze to the man you loved so dearly.
Apollo, on the other hand, closed his eyes briefly, his hand pressed lightly against his forehead. “That being said, your attack was truly beautiful,” he finished, a note of serious finality in his expression. But it wasn’t his face that shocked Leonidas—no, it was his words.
"Huh?"
“I was worried you would treat my precious [Name] badly, considering how much of a savage you are. However, I can see that you know yourself well, and that your soul burns with a passion that works well with my spouse,” he said with a smile as Apollo’s threads around his hands began to unravel, shining brilliantly. The power they emitted caused Leonidas to instinctively step back a distance between him and the god that was now going all out.
You shut your eyes for a moment from the luminating light before opening them wide—was he really going to use Argyrotoxos? The sight and the realization should have left you trembling, but instead, it brought a smile to your face. Apollo considered Leonidas a worthy enough opponent to use this technique, and that alone made it feel… beautiful.
“Heh, gotta hand it to ya—your husband sure knows how to make a spectacle.” You heard Leonidas say this as you held onto him for a bit of support. Your lips pursed in surprise at his words before a faint, knowing smile crept onto your face.
"Oh? Is that respect I hear from the great and prideful King of Sparta?"
"Don't make assumptions, valkyrie."
The moment the gigantic statue of Artemis appeared, everyone knew this was all or nothing. You knew this was the moment you had been dreading—not death, no, never that. You had been prepared to give your life the moment you were born. But the thought of never seeing Apollo again was what truly pained your heart. But you knew you had to give it your all to Leonidas, and you would.
Using what little power you had left, you paid no mind to the cracks forming on the Volundr. Instead, you pushed the shield to its limits, hoping it could withstand the force of Apollo, who had nocked himself against the bowstring, becoming the deadliest arrow Valhalla had ever seen.
Meanwhile, Apollo’s thoughts raced as he settled onto the bowstring, his position ready. Yet he could only focus on the shield that Leonidas held with trust and pride. For a moment, he could see your figure standing beside Leonidas like a trusted companion, ready to give your life for the Spartan king, your Einherjar.
“But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.” Your words echoed in his mind like a mantra, but he knew that even the slightest hesitation would ruin this beautiful battle—a match that would live on in the tales of all who witnessed today’s splendor.
The two opponents faced each other in a final showdown, while those seated in the audience waited with bated breath for the clash that would ultimately determine which side would take the lead.
Drop
And suddenly, the two clashed in a burst of blazing light. Apollo shattered the shield with his hand, the Volundr cracking into millions of fragments as his fist punched through the side of the Spartan king’s stomach. You yelped at the impact, feeling yourself flung away from Leonidas’s side. And yet, despite the blood and the gore, Leonidas’s grin only widened before he grabbed Apollo by the shoulder, determined to even the score.
“That smug face gets one more punch!” Leonidas yelled as his clenched, blood-soaked fist struck Apollo’s already battered face. “Here you go, pretty boy!”
Apollo groaned as the blow struck him hard, and a profound silence followed—save for the muffled cries of the Spartans behind Leonidas. Then the familiar green cracks began to spread across Leonidas’s body where Apollo had struck him. Yet what shocked everyone—even the usually unflinching brute—were the tears that finally ran down from Apollo’s beautiful golden eyes.
He pulled both Leonidas and you into an embrace, the two of you already beginning to shatter under the whims of the battle that had brought you to this end. Apollo, most of all, held you tightly, as you closed your eyes in quiet contentment, a smile forming on your lips—while he wore a soft smile of his own, despite the tears that started to cloud his vision.
“The both of you… were exceptionally beautiful… especially you, my dear [Name],” he whispered. Leonidas scoffed, though a proud grin remained on his face, and for once, he said nothing—allowing the god and the Valkyrie to share their final goodbye in peace.
PS, I might have gotten them mischaracterized since I started this request during the release of the new season and I eventually got too busy and lazy to write this early on, soo... And I may have gotten overboard once I had the free time I needed ehehe. And I kinda forgot that there were more parts for Apollo vs Leonidas and so I just decided to skip some of it... And yes I have bias for Apollo sue me!
-(Love): “Hey Y/N I’m ordering food; do you want anything?”
-Y/N: “No, I’m not hungry.”
-(Love): “Okay, figured I would ask.”
-(Love) proceeds to put in an online order for delivery before pausing for a moment, “Wait a minute…. This feels familiar….”
-Y/N: “What do you mean?”
-(Love) remembers times like this before, when you said you weren’t hungry when he ordered food, only for you to come and take his food once you saw it. His eyes narrow only slightly, eyeing you with slight distrust.
-The food quickly arrives and (Love) brings the food into your shared kitchen. You are looking at your phone, but you eye the bag, trying to hide a smile on your lips.
-He only got food for himself, and when you try to take a fry from his plate, he snatches the plate and makes a run for it, locking himself in the pantry, “You said you weren’t hungry!!” You give chase, asking him to share, banging on the pantry door as he eats his food in peace. He gets the pouty silent treatment for the rest of the evening from you, but he reiterates that you said you weren’t hungry!
-Susanoo, Loki (he did this to be funny once but hated the silent treatment he got)
-He ordered a larger portion than normal, knowing full well you were going to take some of his food, when you take a fry, he gives you a teasing grin, “I thought you weren’t hungry~~” you bat your eyelashes up at him with a playful grin. The two of you enjoy the shared meal.
-Thor, Kojiro, Raiden, Poseidon, Simo, Okita
-Your eyes go wide in surprise before you melt into a smile, seeing your own portion of fries on a plate just for you, “What is this?” he just smiles warmly, teasing gently, “I know you- the moment that you would see mine you would try to steal them. So, I planned in advance!” he enjoyed the kisses you gave him before you both took your plates to the living room to eat and watch a movie together.
-Jack, Beelzebub, QSH, Loki, Apollo, Kintoki
-Tears quickly well in your eyes as he presents you with your own plate with your favorite meal, including extra French fries and he catches you easily as you leap into his arms, thanking him loudly. He knows better when you say you’re not hungry.
-Leonidas, Hades, Lu Bu, Shiva, Hercules, Nikola, Odin, Buddha, Ares
