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lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall · 3 years

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The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

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Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”

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I am now alone.

That was the first thought that had come to Ambrus, as he limped his way out of the ocean, and made his way to a nearby tree to rest.

And it was true, Ambrus had lost everything, he went on this quest hoping he could redeem himself, that he could become a hero, and that his misdeeds would be forgiven, but now all he has accomplished was being stuck in the middle of nowhere. He felt like he had let everyone down. He tried to save his crew, but it was no use. He knew know that no matter how far he went, he could not escape the wrath of the gods.

Oh no He thought to himself. He began to hear a large chariot of horses, heading straight towards him. It must be another god, coming to finish me off. He thought. He felt there was no longer anything he could do, so he lay down to rest, and thought about the quest he had went on…

Ambrus was never the never the strongest, the fiercest, or the bravest of the soldiers around him, but he always felt he was the smartest. While he was barely able to pass the physical exams, but he excelled at the mental exams, achieving the highest scores possible.ible. He trained as hard as he could for the next two months until he was finally given a chance to take part in the Trojan war. He felt proud to take part in this war, as he finally got to join his fellow Trojans in battle. He knew that his country could use as much help as possible. They had already lost their leader Hector and we are uncertain what our enemies will do next, but we were sure that we had the battle under control. Before each battle, one of my allies next to me would pat me on the back and tell me “Tell me, Comrade! Are you ready to die for your country!” I would say yes, but to honest, I really wasn’t. That same ally told me the same thing every battle, and the more I thought about it, the more I began to fear death. I didn’t help a number of allies I had to see die in battle, with me many times having to bring their bodies home, but it was clear that the war was almost over. Then that fateful night occurred.

We had believed that we had successfully won the war. Scouts had told us that there seemed to be no more enemies at the camps, and we believed that they had finally fled. During our celebration, we saw that a large wooden horse had been left at the camp, and we decided to bring it in. While we contemplated what to do with it, I saw a lovely woman standing near our walls. She had dark, flowing hair, and beautiful brown eyes. I went speak with her.

Fair lady, what are you doing idling about? It is a time of celebration! Join us.”

The woman had a look of worry on her face “Hero of Troy, sense something wrong”

“What is the matter?”

She sighed and told me “I went to pray at a temple at Athena today when I sensed that someone had begun to speak to me. I believe it was Athena herself. She told me that the war was not won, and we would soon lose. I feel that she was telling the truth.

I pondered about what she had told me for a minute and replied: “Nonsense, the gods on our side will make sure we live in peace.”

The woman smiled and we began to talk of our lives. She told me of how her son had died while fighting, and we talked of what our plans after the enemy leaves. Before she left she told me her name. “Ana” she replied and left.

That night, while we were all sleeping, a voice came to me in the dark. “Ambrus...Wake up.”

I slowly awoke to see a dog, resting near my bed. It was as black as night, and almost looked liked a wolf, there were scars and burn marks all over his body, and it stared at me with blood red eyes.

“Wake up. You must do me a favor.” The dog seemed to be talking to me, despite it not moving its mouth. I began to fully awake and see what was happening in front of me. I did not question it though, as I believed it was a god.

“What is it that you ask of me?”

“There is a well a short walk from here, I need you to fetch me some water if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” I replied, and went out of my tent to head to the well.

As I finally made it to the well, I realized that I could hear something going on behind me, and then I saw it.

The Fire.

The Slaughtering.

The death.

There was nothing I could do, all I could do was could do was watch as the Spartans Killed every single person in Troy….

That day, Ambrus felt more grief than he could ever imagine, he had all his friends and family, and he felt it was all his fault. Yet at the same time, he felt that there was a god watching him. He knew that if that animal had not woken him up and told him to go to the well, he would have surely been killed like the rest. Whatever God helped me live, I must figure out who it was and thank them. Ambrus thought to himself. Ambrus began to ponder a moment what god it was and remembered the dark, foreboding nature the dog had, and it’s sinister presence. Ambrus finally came to a conclusion.

That God must have been Hades.

But why would the King of the underworld want to help anyone? Let alone me. Ambrus thought. But he was sure of it, so he went to a camp far away from the city and went made a prayer to Hades.

“That is not necessary, I was going to talk to you anyway,” A man said to Ambrus while he was preparing his prayer. Ambrus turned to see a man dressed entirely in black armor. He had dark hair, and on his back, he carried a blood red pitchfork.

Ambrus recognized him immediately. “You are Hades, ruler of the Underworld. I had planned this prayer for you in hopes of speaking to you, and since you are now here, I ask you: why did you save me from the massacre of Troy?

Hades only responded with a question. “Did you ever meet your Father, Ambrus?”

“My father? No, my mother told me he left us when we were very young. She says he went to war and died in battle, and that the enemy took his body so we could not bury him.”

Hades let out a sigh and said “I see...Listen to me, my wife Persephone says he sees something “special” in you, so she asked me to save you. I could not care less who you are or what you want to do.”

“I understand Hades…” Ambrus replied.

“But… I could use a good sob story, so tell me, what do you want to do?”

“Well, I feel awful, I almost wish you didn’t save me.”

“And why is that?”

Ambrus respond with a deep sigh “I feel like I let my entire country down.Instead of dying in combat, knowing that I died trying to save my city, I feel I now live a coward, letting my city fall and all those people die.”

“Ah” Hades indifferently responded. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

“I plan on sailing to Sparta, where I shall ask the Athena to spare Troy from any more violence.”

Hades pondered this for a minute and said “That is not a terrible plan so I will make you an offer. I shall guarantee you a safe travel there if you do so, but once you attempt to return home, Poseidon and Zeus will attempt to stop you, since I am helping you. Are you prepared for this task?”

“Of course,” Ambrus replied, and with that, Hades left, leaving Ambrus to come up with a plan.

In the morning, Ambrus Told 10 soldiers still alive to go help him on his quest, and they all agreed, and with that, they were off to sail.

As Hades had promised, the journey to Sparta was one without any disturbance, and Ambrus soon arrived at the temple and made a prayer to Athena asking for her to please bring peace to Troy.

He heard no response.

Though he was discouraged at his failure, he knew he had bigger problems to take care of. He explained to his men the coming situation before leaving, and they all geared up. But problems soon began the minute Hades’ protection wore off.

Suddenly, the temple’s walls began to close in, soon all the men would be crushed, thankfully, Hades had temporarily give Ambrus incredible powers, and he was able to break a hole in the wall so that they could escape, but the fight was not over.

As they were sailing, Ambrus and his crew had encountered a Hydra, sent by Poseidon. The beast charged, tearing the ship apart and killing 3 men. Ambrus went head to head with the Hydra. The crew swam to the nearest island they could find, but it sported more problem. Sirens. They began to sing their lovely tune, hoping to bring the men close enough to kill, they were all entranced, but Ambrus was able to snap out of it and take the rest of his men to a ship left by men before, but not before 2 more were killed. As they sailed away, the worst of challenges came at them, Zeus became tired of doing nothing and struck the boat with his lightning, killing all the men left except for Ambrus, yet all he can remember was an explosion, and him falling into the ocean….

And now we arrive where we are now, a chariot hurrying towards Ambrus, while he lays on a tree dying. Ambrus realized he was very tired, and went into a deep slumber….

“Wake up Ambrus. Wake up.” A voice in the night told to Ambrus. He bolted awake to see that Hades had arrived in his chariot to speak to him and heal his wounds.

“Wake up my friend, you not going to my domain just yet.”

Ambrus had begun to talk “I’m sorry Hades, Athena did not hear my prayer. I once again let people die. I am no hero.”

“Listen to me, Ambrus. Your quest was not in vain, Athena has told the people of Troy what you did, and has brought peace to the land.”

“She has?”

“Yes! Now, go home go home and be a hero.” And with that, Hades pointed to a ship he had brought. Ambrus thanked him and began to set sail. When he was far enough, Hades said to himself ‘Go, my son.”

And with that, Ambrus went home to tell his epic tale, and to honor the men he lost on that voyage. Upon returning home, the people of Troy celebrated his welcome, and told him to tell of his quest, and did for many days on…

While he was honoring those who had died on his ship, he could see the dog from before in a nearby bush. Amrus let out his hand and the dog went to it, and Ambrus decided to keep him. In the depths of the earth, he could here hades say “Well done son, well done.” And Ambrus looked down and smiled.

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