Could you do a platonic Avengers x reader chat with them talking about
what to do for the readers birthday and maybe competing to see who can
do the best. (P.S: I’ve been reading (and loving) your stuff for a while
now but have never requested anything so I thought that I’d give it a
shot. It’s alright if you’ve already done one like this) A/N: thank you for requesting bc this chat was so much fun to write! <3
Tony has created a chatroom.
Tony has added Bruce, Vision, Rhodey, T'Challa.
Tony: Have you guys decided on what you’re getting Y/N yet for their birthday?
Bruce: Don’t tell him. He’ll just steal your idea.
Tony: I would never.
Tony: y tho
Tony: do you have a good gift….
Tony: what is it…
Bruce: See what I’m saying?
Rhodey: You’ll just have to wait and see.
there must be self-control when it comes to gift buying. As you have
none, you’ve bought Y/N almost anything imaginable, resulting in you
finally being out of ideas.
Tony: That’s not true.
Rhodey: You buy Y/N a gift for every single holiday, all of them being very luxurious.
Tony: I do not… Okay…. Maybe I go overboard sometimes.
T'Challa: Seems like your gift must be… Sentimental….
Bruce: Good luck with that, T-Bone.
Vision: He will fail terribly. Do not waste luck upon him.
Things I love abt Magnus chase and the sword of summer
• no romantic subplot
• Samira talking abt how wearing the hijab is a choice
• Samira shutting Magnus down real fast and telling him how an arranged marriage isn’t always oppressive
• hearthstone’s deafness being an asset and literally saving the group in the final battle
• hearthstone’s gift from Odin wasn’t a magical cure
• constantly incorporating sign language by describing the signs as well as incorporating body language
• acknowledging that lip reading isn’t always an option
• never making blitzen’s love for fashion a joke or implying that it’s ‘not manly’
• Magnus’ habit of constantly saying how important his friends are
• SAMIRAS MAGIC HIJAB OKAY
its almost one am and i am barely coherent but i just had a thought
what if at the end of the mcga series we get a repeat of the end of the last olympian
the norse gods are giving the heroes gifts for their bravery in the fight against loki and they call up magnus
and odin says “we rarely bestow this gift but we feel like you have earned it. magnus, we would like to offer you a second chance at being alive.”
and magnus is floored because being alive again means so many things?? he could go back into the mortal world and actually live there, fix up his uncle’s house and make it an actual home for himself, hell he could start a charity for homeless kids. and he doesn’t know what to say so he turns back to his friends and theyre all giving him forced smiles and it hits him
this offer is only for him.
obviously for hearth and blitz and sam the reward doesnt matter since theyre still alive, but his other friends will still be dead. theyll still be residents of floor 19, waiting for the actual end of the world to come.
if magnus becomes alive again, that means he couldnt come back to hotel valhalla. they could visit, but it would never be the same as actually living there. he wouldnt have any of it-the brawls, the feasts, his floormates, the rest of the hotel.
and when he died again, would he even end up back at the hotel? he could be chosen for a different afterlife, one where he never sees his friends again. he could lose them for all eternity.
and magnus looks at mallory and halfborn and t.j. who are all clapping for him with sad smiles, struggling to imagine life without them, and then he looks at alex.
alex, who chopped his head off the first time they met. alex, who had shared stories of her past with him. alex, who was snarky and talented and witty and brilliant, who was staring at him with wide eyes threatening to spill over because she knows, she knows that magnus becoming alive again means leaving the hotel.
and in that moment magnus realizes that he is in love with alex, and he doesnt know why he never realized it before, never realized that he would go to the end of the world for her, never realized that he stared all the time because he just loved every thing about her.
and he knows. he knows he cant take the god’s offer. because it means he could never see his friends or alex again, it means losing some of the people he cared about the most, and hes already lost so many that the thought of losing them makes his stomach churn.
so magnus turns back to the gods, and he tells them, “as much as i appreciate your offer, i have to say no.”
and the room gasps, because hes turning down such a valuable gift from odin himself, he could never get this chance again. but odin nods, smiling, like he knew all along that magnus would say no.
and the moment magnus goes back to his friends theyre all swarming him, asking why he turned the gods down, why didnt he take the chance to be alive again? and alex is standing outside of the group, still staring at him in shock, and magnus cant take it anymore, he breaks free of the group and wraps alex in the biggest hug he could manage.
they stay like that for what feels like ages, like theyre the only two people left in the world, holding each other in silence, until alex breaks it. “why?”
“because i dont want to ever lose you,” magnus whispers back. “i couldnt take the chance.”
and alex is just so overwhelmed with emotion, at the idea that someone would turn down the gods because of her, that she starts to cry, and magnus is crying too because he knows, he knows why alex is crying, and their friends all give them the biggest group hug with tears of their own and they all stay there, with the weight of the world finally eased off of their shoulders, and the gods are faced with a heartbreakingly beautiful display of mortal friendship and feelings, the reason why magnus turned down the chance to live again
and im tearing up over this because magnus loves people, he loves his friends and family and he will never ever let them go
Woodland Odins Cross • Odin pendant • Odin necklace • Sun cross • Viking jewelry • Viking pendant • Pagan jewelry • Tribal • Rustic • Folk
Handmade Odin’s cross pendant.
Also known as “Sun cross”, this symbol is present in many pagan traditions since the Bronze Age, and its meaning is often connected with that of the wheel of life, the path o one’s journey from birth to death.
Santa? Is Odin. With a bit of the Turkish Saint Nicholas plastered over top to make him more acceptable to Christianity.
Let’s wind this back a bit.
So. In Norse tradition, Odin rose with the wild hunt on Midwinter. Children would leave out offerings of hay or root vegetables in their shoes for Slepnir, Odin’s horse. In norse tradition, all gifts create an obligation that must be returned in kind, so if Odin found the offerings pleasing he would leave treats and sweets in return.
So. We have a magical bearded man riding through the sky on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in footwear if they pleased him. Sound familiar? Yeah.
As for Slepnir, Odin’s mount? He has eight legs. So. Bearded man with powerful magic flying through the air on an eight-legged steed on a winter feast day and leaving treats for children in their footwear if they pleased him.
Enter Christianity. Now, the midwinter season is important to all cultures that live in cold climates. The passing of the worst of the hard times and the beginning of the longer days and the promise of the return of life and light and fertility is a powerful thing. There were Christian festival days around the same time as Midwinter was celebrated in many polytheistic faiths. Christians found that they couldn’t get people to stop celebrating the feast days they’d been celebrating for several thousand years, so opted instead to just absorb those traditions into their OWN midwinter festivals. It was a far easier and more effective way of convincing people to convert.
However, the idea of him flying through the sky, being associated with elves, possessing powerful magic, and the eight-legged steed stuck. (reindeer, incidentally, are an animal with a lot of symbol and power in Norse tales. Ullr, the god of the hunt, had ties to reindeer, and at some point the eight legged horse became eight reindeer.)
Incidentally the image of Santa as a chubby little jolly man didn’t come around until modern advertising began depicting him that way. Before that? A tall, strong man, usually with a staff (echoing Odin’s staff or spear).
So. There you have it. Santa, the jolly bearded old man of beloved childhood Christmas memories? If you ever wondered where he came from in a ‘Christian’ holiday, there’s your answer. He didn’t. He’s the amalgamation of an ancient Norse god and a Middle Eastern saint, filtered through the lens of pop culture.
Jim Butcher actually did this very well in the Dresden Files, where Odin makes several appearances, one wearing the mantle of Father Christmas.
Christianity never really managed to make the old gods vanish.
Yule is also a celebration of the birth of the Sun King and nature’s renewal. We practice sympathetic magick by lighting fires or candles to encourage the sun to grow stronger.
This is a time of new beginnings both physically and spiritually, the wheel of the year has made a complete circle. The darkest night of winter is a good time for self-examination and discovering the “seeds” of spiritual growth or hindrance which are lying dormant within us.
The Winter Solstice is the turning point in the natural cycle of the year, this darkest night in all the year is followed by a day that will dawn just a little earlier!
So, what exactly is Yule?
Yule takes place on the day of the winter solstice, around December 21 in the northern hemisphere (below the equator, the winter solstice falls around June 21). On that day (or close to it), an amazing thing happens in the sky. The earth’s axis tilts away from the sun in the Northern Hemisphere, and the sun reaches its greatest distance from the equatorial plane.
Many cultures have winter festivals that are in fact celebrations of light.
In addition to Christmas, there’s Hanukkah with its brightly lit menorahs, Kwanzaa candles, and any number of other holidays. As a festival of the Sun, the most important part of any Yule celebration is light – candles, bonfires, and more.
While it may be mostly Pagans who celebrate the Yule holiday today, nearly all cultures and faiths have held some sort of winter solstice celebration or festival. Because of the theme of endless birth, life, death, and rebirth, the time of the solstice is often associated with deity and other legendary figures. No matter which path you follow, chances are good that one of your gods or goddesses has a winter solstice connection.
Alcyone (Greek): Alcyone is the Kingfisher goddess. She nests every winter for two weeks, and while she does, the wild seas become calm and peaceful.
Ameratasu (Japan): In feudal Japan, worshipers celebrated the return of Ameratasu, the sun goddess, who slept in a cold, remote cave. When the the other gods woke her with a loud celebration, she looked out of the cave and saw an image of herself in a mirror. The other gods convinced her to emerge from her seclusion and return sunlight to the universe.
Baldur (Norse): Baldur is associated with the legend of the mistletoe. His mother, Frigga, honored Baldur and asked all of nature to promise not to harm him. Unfortunately, in her haste, Frigga overlooked the mistletoe plant, so Loki - the resident trickster - took advantage of the opportunity and fooled Baldur’s blind twin, Hodr, into killing him with a spear made of mistletoe. Baldur was later restored to life.
Bona Dea (Roman): This fertility goddess was worshiped in a secret temple on the Aventine hill in Rome, and only women were permitted to attend her rites. Her annual festival was held early in December.
Cailleach Bheur (Celtic): In Scotland, she is also called Beira, the Queen of Winter. She is the hag aspect of the Triple Goddess, and rules the dark days between Samhain and Beltaine.
Demeter (Greek): Through her daughter, Persephone, Demeter is linked strongly to the changing of the seasons and is often connected to the image of the Dark Mother in winter. When Persephone was abducted by Hades, Demeter’s grief caused the earth to die for six months, until her daughter’s return.
Dionysus (Greek): A festival called Brumalia was held every December in honor of Dionysus and his fermented grape wine. The event proved so popular that the Romans adopted it as well in their celebrations of Bacchus.
Frau Holle (Norse): Frau Holle appears in many different forms in Scandinavian mythology and legend. She is associated with both the evergreen plants of the Yule season, and with snowfall, which is said to be Frau Holle shaking out her feathery mattresses.
Frigga (Norse): Frigga honored her son, Baldur, by asking all of nature not to harm him, but in her haste overlooked the mistletoe plant. Loki fooled Baldur’s blind twin, Hodr, into killing him with a spear made of mistletoe but Odin later restored him to life. As thanks, Frigga declared that mistletoe must be regarded as a plant of love, rather than death.
Hodr (Norse): Hodr, sometimes called Hod, was the twin brother of Baldur, and the Norse god of darkness and winter. He also happened to be blind, and appears a few times in the Norse Skaldic poetry. When he kills his brother, Hodr sets in motion the string of events leading to Ragnarok, the end of the world.
Holly King (British/Celtic): The Holly King is a figure found in British tales and folklore. He is similar to the Green Man, the archetype of the forest. In modern Pagan religion, the Holly King battles the Oak King for supremacy throughout the year. At the winter solstice, the Holly King is defeated.
Horus (Egyptian): Horus was one of the solar deities of the ancient Egyptians. He rose and set every day, and is often associated with Nut, the sky god. Horus later became connected with another sun god, Ra.
La Befana (Italian): This character from Italian folklore is similar to St. Nicholas, in that she flies around delivering candy to well-behaved children in early January. She is depicted as an old woman on a broomstick, wearing a black shawl.
Lord of Misrule (British): The custom of appointing a Lord of Misrule to preside over winter holiday festivities actually has its roots in antiquity, during the Roman week of Saturnalia.
Mithras (Roman): Mithras was celebrated as part of a mystery religion in ancient Rome. He was a god of the sun, who was born around the time of the winter solstice and then experienced a resurrection around the spring equinox.
Odin (Norse): In some legends, Odin bestowed gifts at Yuletide upon his people, riding a magical flying horse across the sky. This legend may have combined with that of St. Nicholas to create the modern Santa Claus.
Saturn (Roman): Every December, the Romans threw a week-long celebration of debauchery and fun, called Saturnalia in honor of their agricultural god, Saturn. Roles were reversed, and slaves became the masters, at least temporarily. This is where the tradition of the Lord of Misrule originated.
Spider Woman (Hopi): Soyal is the Hopi festival of the winter solstice. It honors the Spider Woman and the Hawk Maiden, and celebrates the sun’s victory over winter’s darkness.
Four thousand years ago, the Ancient Egyptians took the time to celebrate the daily rebirth of Ra, the god of the Sun.
As their culture flourished and spread throughout Mesopotamia, other civilizations decided to get in on the sun-welcoming action. They found that things went really well… until the weather got cooler, and crops began to die. Each year, this cycle of birth, death, and rebirth took place, and they began to realize that every year after a period of cold and darkness, the Sun did indeed return.
In some traditions of Wicca and Paganism, the Yule celebration comes from the Celtic legend of the battle between the young Oak King and the Holly King. The Oak King, representing the light of the new year, tries each year to usurp the old Holly King, who is the symbol of darkness. Re-enactment of the battle is popular in some Wiccan rituals.
What are your thoughts on Yule? How will you celebrate? Reblog and share your thoughts!
Hey👋🏻👋🏻 Could I request a one-shot were Loki meets his s/o who is an empath/hero???
(I have no clue if that is what you wanted, but I hope you like it!!)
Following the attack on New York, Frigga had begged Odin to let a gifted one talk to Loki. That gifted one was Y/N, and their gift was empathy – the ability to sense other’s true feelings, true intentions… and the ability to use that knowledge to influence them, or, as others said it, manipulate them. Y/N, however, wasn’t manipulative in their own benefit. It wasn’t their intention to use others for their purposes or agendas. But people often lie, cheat, deceive – and Y/N wanted to break that façade. Y/N had heard a few things regarding the god of mischief. He was sly, dangerous. Filled with vengeance and hate, jealousy and bitterness. But Y/N tried not to prejudge him completely. All Y/N was certain of was the fact that it was tough job. Making a human trust you was hard. Making a god trust you, that seemed almost impossible. But then again, Y/N was no regular human. No regular creature. A superhero without cape, without hammer or shield, without suit or many fighting skills. But a hero, nevertheless.
“Bring Y/N to the dungeons. Keep the guards close, but out of Loki’s sight” Frigga commanded and looked at Y/N: “I wish you the best of luck. He’s not a monster, but he has a thing for deception.” “Deceptions will falter, one has to be ready to see the truth, though” Y/N replied quietly and looked to the guards that were supposed to protect them: “Shall we?” Walking down the aisle of the dungeon, Y/N looked at the inmates faces. Some of them were truly evil. Angry and hateful. Others were desperate. The sound of the guards’ footsteps echoed from the walls, mixing in with the sounds and yells coming from the cells. A bit further in the back, where it was a lot quieter, there was a cell that was a little bit separated from the rest. “He’s in there. But remember, he may act nice and calm, but he is dangerous.” “I know” Y/N replied and smiled at the guard, “I’ll be fine. I’m not afraid of his tricks, or him as a person, for that matter.” “If you say so…” Y/N walked towards the cell and saw a man sitting on the floor, reading a book. He didn’t react to Y/N’s appearing, he seemed to ignore it. “You know, where I come from, we read a lot, too” Y/N said and looked at the cover of the book. “And who, if I may ask, has sunken low enough to visit the traitor of Asgard?” the man replied without stopping reading. “I’m Y/N, and I come from the planet you wished to rule” Y/N answered whilst analysing his sentence. Somewhat bitter, cynical. Feeling of betrayal. “Why are you here? Or am I now an animal for people to spectate?” Loki asked, finally putting his book down. His eyes were slimmed, angry. “No, I was asked to come here. I am not here to tell you that what you’ve tried to do was wrong, I’m sure you’ve heard that already. All I want to know is why” Y/N spoke and watched his face closely whilst speaking. “Why what? Isn’t it normal for you humans to long for someone to lead you?” He asked, now smiling sinisterly. “You mean in the sense of sacrificing one’s will to a leader? Humanity tried it a couple of times. Resulted in some of the biggest mass killings ever to occur in human history” Y/N shrugged, “So no, we’re not necessarily fond of it. Especially not in America. But no, what I wanted to know is why? Why earth? For someone like you, Midgard is nothing but a realm that exists under the rule of Asgard.” “Why not?” He asked, and one could almost have believed he really thought it was obvious. That was part of his deception: “Surely it’s more fun than ruling over frost giants.” “It probably is, but you’re lying. Tell me the reason” Y/N insisted. He lifted an eyebrow: “What reason? You overestimate my planning, I fear.” “The reason you chose Midgard is the same reason you are filled with bitterness, isn’t it?” Y/N asked bluntly: “The reason why you long for vengeance. Thor, isn’t that so?” For a second, only for a second, his deception, his act, crumbled: “Thor has nothing to do with that. It’s all the Allfather’s doing.” “And they call you the master of lying…” Y/N said amused, “You chose Midgard because it was Thor’s duty to protect it. Because he loved it. And after all these years in his shadow-” “Just stop it.” “- You just wanted him to experience your pain. The world and Asgard, probably most other realms too, look at you and see a monster. They fear you, and it’s easier to fight a monster than a friend or an equal. It seems like humans and gods have more in common than I thought.” He stared at Y/N: “What are you?” His voice was sharp, but Y/N felt that he started to feel sympathy for them. “How about a friend, for now?” Y/N replied and smiled, “I have to go now. However, it seems like you fancy reading. Let me give you a suggestion: there’s a famous book by the author Friedrich Schiller, a German. The book is called ‘Die Räuber’ and it’s about the rivalry between two brothers, one loves freedom and was loved by his father, the other one cold and calculating, who was never loved by his father. I really liked it, and it came to my mind whilst analysing you.” Y/N looked in his now – again – emotionless eyes: “Farewell.”
Ivar used to be sleeping alone, but it changed after he has met her. Even when he prefers to sleep on his side of the bed and she on the other.
For him she’s a gift of Odin who came as he needed it the most. The death of his mother and father hit him harder than he shows.
His hand finds her arm and she shivers slightly. Not from the touch, but because she’s freezing.
Carefully, trying not to wake her up, Ivar pulls her on his bare chest. She murmurs something and Ivar gets goosebumps as he feels the cold fingers of her.
Slowly she opens the eyes and flinches back. “Oh, I apologize.”
“No, it’s fine. Stay.” Ivar says and rubs her back. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
Surprised she looks up to him before she cuddles up to his chest and buries her nose in his neck.
“I know you can’t respond it, but I love you.” She whispers and this time it’s his turn to shiver.
His heart grows heavy at her words as he stutters. “I-I feel the same. You’ve to believe me.”
“I do.” She smiles and kisses her way up to his lips. “You’re the best what could happen to me.”
Like always she doesn’t fail to make him smile and he tugs her hair, pulling her as close as possible. Tenderly he kisses her, enjoying the warmth of her lips. Slowly he breaks the kiss and rolls them over, spooning her.
Before he could turn around, Laslow instead gasped in shock at the feel of someone crashing behind him. “Pi-Pieri!”
The cheerful paladin merely giggled at the baffled reaction. “Look, look!” Left arm quickly lifted away from his right shoulder, Pieri spun around so that she faced him. “Pieri baked a super duper delicious cupcake for Laslow’s birthday!” Like a rabbit, she began hopping in front of him.
Upon seeing the delicious blueberry icing on the cupcake, Laslow both had to fight back the blush in his cheek and the saliva in his mouth. “Ah, thank you, my dear!” Lips curved the widest, happiest smile she had ever seen, Laslow timidly scratched the side of his neck. “This is such a ‘sweet’ gift I’ve ever gotten.” He then gave a playful wink, which only burned his face a brighter shade of red at the stupid pun.
He almost felt like cupping his face in shame when Pieri laughed joyfully at the joke.
“You’re so silly, Laslow!” Without a single hesitation, she gently tugged down one side of the foil before moving the delicious pastry towards his mouth. “Come on, come on, open wiiiide!”
As embarrassed as he was, they both knew Laslow was also happy beyond belief to be retrieving such a treatment on his birthday.
So with a trembling smile and tightly shut eyes, he opened his mouth.
Alexia stared at the neck piece that Thor had bestowed on her. All of Loki’s seidr was contained in one small stone and a substantial part of her cursed Thor for giving it to her. Her mind conflicted, part of her wanted to just go to Loki and give it to him immediately and be rid of the burden, but she knew deep down, that as much as she wished to, it was not time yet, though what would make it time to do so, she was unsure, but she simply knew it was not time yet.
“Wielder.” She looked up to see Diarmaid standing in front of her.
“I do actually have a name you know.” She declared.
Hi Jess! I hope you like this little gift I made for you with so much effort hehe =) It’s a 2D traditional artwork about your favourite characters! <3 I hope you like them! This is also my first time participating hehe
I know it gives you the feels but I just wanted to make a what-it-should-have-been for Snoggletog! The Haddock family all together and happy! *sobs* Love you! #SecretOdin
Gungnir, or Odin’s spear, (Gungir means ‘swaying one’, and one of Odin’s many name is
Gungnis váfaðr, or “Gungir’s Shaker”) has a head forged by the sons of the dwarf Ivaldi and a haft made from a branch taken from Yggdrasil itself.
(It was forged after Loki stole the goddess Sif’s hair. She and her husband, Thor, were Displeased by this. Thor promptly threatened to break every bone Loki had and a few he didn’t even know he had, and Loki hightailed it to Odin a few steps ahead of a furious God of Thunder, presumably yelling “ODIN BLOOD BROTHER BEST BUD CALL YOUR SON OFF BEFORE HE TURNS ME INTO EXTRA CHUNKY JOTUNN SALSA“
and Odin took one look at this situation…a bald Sif, a furious Thor, and a guilty AF Loki doing his best to hide behind Odin’s seat… and told Loki flatly ‘look, you got yourself into this, either you fix this or I am not responsible for what she and Thor do to you’.
Loki then went to the dwarves and tricked two families into having a smith-off, with one of the things to be hair of living gold that grew like real hair.
Several wonders were forged during this contest. Mjollnir was forged during this contest, as was a new head of hair that placated Sif and Thor. Gungnir, the spear that when thrown, never misses, was gifted to Odin by the dwarves.
Gungnir’s point is carved with magic spells. Odin was known to start battles by throwing it over the field and crying “Odin owns you all!”
It is with Gungnir that Odin wounded himself when he hung himself from Yggdrasil to gain the runes.
There are depictions on bronze age runestones of a figure with a spear, probably Odin.
Guess who turned 23 yesterday I did! I celebrated with a slice of cake that my best friend surprised me with the day before! Also no matter how much Mr.Odin begged he didn’t get any cake but he did get a plate of worms so he wasn’t left out of the birthday celebration too much!
Every winter solstice in Asgard Odin give gifts to all the good people of his realm. Loki, needing to keep his identity a secret, continued the tradition to avoid any suspicion. Needless to say, some of the gifts that year were a bit more tongue-in-cheek then holidays past.