#kratos x oc

[mishapocalyse]

Description: Leif wakes in the midst of Fimblewinter, after two strangers and a familiar face come across the shrine that had once kept her asleep for as long as she could remember. Now awake, she struggles to put the pieces together in the wake of Ragnarok.

Pairings: Kratos x OC! //Heimdall x OC!//Thor x OC!

Warnings: Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of sexual content, sexual assault, mental illness, suicide may be within this fanfic. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

Chapter One: Awaken

There is a light in the distance, shadowing through the trees. The calling of ravens shrieking amidst the dreary winter. The ground that laid before the spartan and his son was frozen, frozen beneath their feet. The head attached to the man's hip spoke, out of turn.

"Brother, daylight is leaving us. We must take shelter before nightfall." The head was silenced by the hoarse grunt that left the spartan.

"Lad, talk some sense into yer' father."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Mimir." The boy had replied, shrugging his bow back onto his shoulder, keeping a steady pace behind his father.

Their journey back to the dwarves home had been fruitful, with a deer slung over Kratos's shoulder the three pushed through the barren lands of Midgard for what had felt likes months. However, they had only been away from the dwarves warehouse a matter of days.

"We go home." Kratos murmured loud enough for the other two to hear. "To the dwarves. The Mystic Gateway is just ahead." He added.

Much to their dismay when they had arrived to their destination, several draugr had been guarding it along with an amount of Hel-walkers to serve a small army.

Kratos threw aside their bounty to unsheathe his axe, Atreus close behind, readying his bow.

"Hold on, this gateway-" Mimir had been too late for he had been cast aside as Kratos lunged to pursue the enemies before him.

Mimir had went barreling through what had felt like stone, as he himself rolled to a halt. He groaned, dizzy from all of the rolling. If he still had a stomach he would have lurched forward and emptied whatever would have been in his stomach at the time.

"Fuckin' hell." He whispered under his breath.

Oh how he wished he would have been left behind on this little hunting trip, yet, the two always had need for him and his wisdom. And now, here he was, thrown into wherever he had been present. Looking up at the stone ceiling of what he could make out as a small internal cavern, his eyes glanced around, hoping to notice anything out of the blue or familiar.

It was then he had landed on the stone sarcophagus before him. His breath hitched; his eyes widened as if he had just found a treasure beyond his wildest dreams. The thought of having a body returned to the front of his head, and he yearned to be able to get up and further explore.

"Mimir!" the boys voice had called out to him, in which had snapped Mimir out of his daydream.

"Uh, in here little brother! I think-I think I found something." Or someone, he thought.

Before long, he could hear the crunch of snow, rock and debris under the boy's feet; heavy footfalls from his father approaching.

"Whoa," began Atreus, snagging up Mimir to hand back to Kratos.

"What is this place, head?" Kratos asked, awaiting Mimir's answer.

"A shrine."

"More like a gravestone." Atreus interrupted, earning a glare from Mimir.

"Whose? Odin's? Another god?" Kratos eagerly questioned.

Atreus had drawn closer, his hands grazing over the carvings that were slashed across it.

"Of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awaken by the light of Alfheim" Atreus spoke aloud.

Mimir, shot a look towards Atreus who waited for approval.

"Brother. If I believe I am correct, I know who lies before us." Mimir concluded.

"Any god is an enemy." Kratos growled.

"Aye, understood, this is a friend of mine. Long ago." Mimir pushed, with a sigh.

Kratos said nothing more, motioning to leave, yet Atreus stayed at the face of the sarcophagus etched and surrounded by vines, budding with large flowers.

Atreus held up his bow, drawing back the string. A bead of sweat running down his temple.

"Boy!"

The arrow had collided with the vines, and faded away, the light merging with the stone. There was nothing that had come about it, leaving the boy with much disdain. Atreus, turned away to face his father, who was angered by the rebelling of his son.

"You see, nothing came of that."

"At least I tried."

"Keep your focus on the task ahead, boy." Kratos told Atreus, a stoic expression lining his features.

Atreus nodded, walking alongside his father. Mimir cleared his throat, earning the attention of the young boy.

"Aye lad, the attempt was well appreciated." he says.

Before the three stepped foot from the abandoned shrine, a faint glow caught their attention from behind. Atreus, Mimir and Kratos turned, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Looks like the lad did something." Mimir spoke, while Kratos unhooked him from his belt, holding him out for the boy to take.

Atreus gently grasped his friend in his hand as he cautiously took a step forward towards the stone slab. He reached for the lid, pushing it back, for it did not budge. Heavy and thick was the stone, Atreus looked back to his father, who leaned against the wall watching the two.

"Mind helping your son, brother?" Mimir called to Kratos.

The boy's father, not knowing what to expect from this, did not assume while he firmly placed his hands against the cool rock slab before him.

With a firm shove, the lid to the sarcophagus fell back, crashing against the floor. Light shimmered much more brightly from within, more vines, budding with those same flowers now sprouting. Kratos stepped back, holding his son and Mimir behind him. He readied his weapon, just in case, and waited with bated breath.

~~~~~~~~

With such a force, her eyes opened as she had been jolted awake. Her vines, her flowers grew wild from her resting place, her hands raising to grasp onto the railing of her tomb. Pulling herself up, a change of the scenery made its way, clouding her sense of judgement.

How long has it been?

While she had leaned up, she used what little power she had acquired to float out and land to the ground, her barefoot lightly touching the ground below her. The long white, embroidered tunic flowing around the woman, spread across the debris littered floor. The flowers adorned her hair, cascading down below her knees, some braided. A gold headpiece glimmered in what little light was around.

For a moment she said nothing, standing there basking in the cold of the small cavern. Her eyes--not to mention her body, adjusting to the brimming, freezing temperature.

"Oh, by the gods..." Said a voice all too familiar to her.

The woman jerked her head towards the three who had stood before her.

~~~~~~~

"My lucky stars...it is you!" Mimir croaked out. "Aye, lad! Could you bring me closer?" He asked Atreus, who gave a slight nod, but as he stepped forward Kratos held a firm hand pressed against the boy's shoulder.

"Aye brother, again, this is a friend. There is nothing to worry about." With that, Kratos hesitantly let go of his son, letting him approach the woman.

She waited patiently, as the young teenage boy came to her. She outstretched her arms, as Mimir was placed into her hands. Her hands trembled when she held Mimir's head.

"You look so tired, Mimir. What has happened to you?" she asked, brining him up to her face.

Mimir gave a sad sigh. "Too much and too long of a story lass."

She shook her head, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. All the cheerful sounds of Midgard were replaced by the howling of an empty wind, the shudder of sullen branches and the cry of stollen warmth. Her chest ached, burning with remorse for all the time she had missed.

"I was asleep for so long...tell me, friend. Is it time to ready for spring?" This made Mimir give another heavy sigh. His face hard with regret.

"Quite the opposite, little goddess." There was a a groan from a nearby draugr that alerted the three men, as the goddess shuttered.

"Best to get moving. Come with us, somewhere safe. I assure you. I will tell you everything you need to know on the way, Leif" He promises, as she nods, handing Mimir back to the boy.

She tried walking yet loses her balance and falls forward. Time spent asleep in the stone and she had forgotten how to walk, except she did not hit the ground, for the man with the ghostly appearance had caught her fall.

"Thank you." She whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

~~~~~~~

Surrounding her, she sat at the dwarves table, by the boy she had come to know as Atreus, and his father, across from her. She had come to know him as, Kratos. Mimir eyed her with a worried look, for he had noticed her anxiousness for the sudden crowd only being pulled from her eternal resting place only hours ago.

"So, who are you really?" asks Brok, one of the Huldra Brother's. "I find it hard to believe you're a fucking goddess come back to help."

"Brok, hold your tongue, ya' wee fuck." Mimir says sternly, "Alas, that ain't a way to speak to a lady."

Brok snorted, rolling his eyes as Atreus began to speak.

"From the runes on your arms...you're a goddess of spring?"

Mimir retorts, "Not just a goddess of spring-she is the goddess of spring."

Leif agrees with Mimir, folding her hands in her lap. She shyly shrunk away from everyone.

"Begs the question of why you were locked away in that tomb?" Brok yells from across the room.

"That's not a-"

"Well, we are all dying to know-"

"That's none of your concern, especially when she's just woken up-" Mimir interjects.

"Ah, who gives a lousy fuck! All we know she could be working with Odin." Brok hollers back at Mimir.

Odin? The All-Father...she hadn't heard from him in ages. What had become of him? Of everyone at home? Her friends, the spirits? Any of the Midgardians? There was so much going on all at once. Amongst the arguing, she shrinks away more inside her mind, trying to put everything together. None of her questions, answered. Abruptly, Leif stands, with the attention of the others on her now, as she stalks towards the door.

She needed air.

She needed a little space from all the attention that had become of her so quickly.

Through the doors of the Huldra Brother's home, Leif stepped out into the warm breeze in between the realms. To clear her mind, she decided for one way to help her overcome her nervousness.

And she did just that.

#god of war ragnarok #god of war #kratos x reader #heimdall x reader #thor x reader #thor x oc #kratos x oc #heimdall x oc #mimic god of war #Atreus god of war #atreus #gowr #gow ragnarok #tyr gow

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 9 ~ Witch's House

"I found it, father!" Atreus whisper-yelled, kneeling as he took out his bow. The two adults hurried to his location. Kratos placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Shoot when you're ready." he grumbled carefully. "Remember - Draw to your chest. A wild boar's hide is thick." the boy did as instructed and aimed flawlessly, only for the arrow to ricochet from its skin. "That was very good, Atreus!" the woman praised him. "But... I hit it, didn't I?" the boy was so confused, poor dear. "I did what you said and it looked like it bounced off. Could... The boar be magical?" "What do you think?" Kratos crouched in front if his son, testing his shrewdness. "It looked weirder than any boar I've ever seen..." the boy pointed out. "Let's go get it, then!" Kat jumped to her feet and tapped his shoulder. "Tag~!" she played along, running towards the boar. "Come on, child, let's catch our meal!" "H-Hey, wait for me!" the boy's eyes widened as he hurried after her. Kratos remained behind, shaking his head at the two and making sure nothing tries to chase after them. He couldn't believe their childishness, though he shouldn't have, one was an actual child, while the other always did everything in her power to combat his own grumpiness.

Though the fog was making the God feel uneasy, he continued sprinting after the two, calling out to his son - Atreus was able to shoot the boar, only for a lady, a witch, to yell at them for almost killing her friend. By the time Kratos arrived at the two, Katrina's hands were deep inside the boar's insides, bidding the woman's instructions. It came to the God, however, to carry the victim all the way through the gorgeous forest with the carmine-red leaves, to the witch's house that was surprisingly underneath a... A giant turtle tree?

Neither of the two Olympians should be surprised any longer, nothing ever made humanly sense after all. The witch used some kind of potions and powders on the boar, before telling the boy to go outside of the house and search for some plants. After a strong warning about the lack of welcoming manners that the Norse Gods have for outsiders, the witch asked for more ingredients, and it came to the Olympian to help the boy out. Katrina couldn't help but feel absolutely appalled that, despite her magic, she couldn't heal the boar - She was capable of healing any wound, so why not a magical boar's, then? Was it a curse? Or its magical properties? She couldn't tell, but she needed to find out fast, before something bad happens to them and she becomes powerless before their woes. Still, Katrina could only wonder how could this witch discern their identities with such ease... It was almost unnerving.

After the nameless witch drew a mark on the back of their neck, to keep their Godly aura hidden from the other enemies of the same status, she opened the door to an underground passage, through which they were to traverse, battling draugr and nightmares of all kinds, yet none stood a chance when facing them. She also offered them a magically enhanced Compass, to aid their journey. The magic of this world is so different from that from home. Though Kat was exceedingly intrigued and wished to learn more, she also felt unease, being so vulnerable and ignorant in a cruel, harsh wasteland where anything could kill you, and you'd have no clue on how to retaliate.

When finally they found a small boat in the underground cave, Kratos was the rower, Atreus sat opposite of him, excited for his first adventure, while the Goddess could only gaze around, taking in the beauty of the place - It might be a simple cave, but it was nothing that she's seen before. "I just can't believe I'm here, doing all this. There was a time when I thought I'd never leave our woods." Atreus spoke, a little nostalgic. "Or even my own bed, sometimes." "You were not to blame for your sickness." Kratos reassured him quickly. "Oh, I know... I guess I'm just sayin'... This is great!" Atreus exclaimed with glee. "Little One, you've been sick?" Katrina asked, vividly remembering Calliope's sickness, so long ago. "Y-Yeah... But I'm much better now! I haven't coughed even once since we've left home - Right, Father?" Kratos grunted in approval. "You're such a strong young man, Atreus! I feel very safe, knowing I have you protecting me!" Kat giggles sweetly, stealing a glance to her partner, whose expression was set and concentrated as always. "Oh, look, Kat, the mountain! We're so close!" Atreus turned around, staring awestruck at the mountain. "Ahh, the familiar smell of salt water, how comforting!" Kat hummed, her head leaned back, a relaxed smile on her face. "Salt water?" Atreus questioned her, confused. "We flow into the sea." Katros explained. "How do you know?" Atreus blinked, even more confused. "The sea has a rather strong smell of salt. My homeland is surrounded by two seas - The Aegean and the Ionian Seas. Smelling the salty, humid air is so comforting." Kratos avoided Katrina's gaze, not wanting to be reminded by his once home. Atreus, however, scrunched his nose in disgust. "If that smell's the sea... The sea stinks." his childish, innocent comment made the Goddess start laughing. "You are so adorable, Little One!" Kratos continued to row, out of the cave, and into the open sea. "Look at that - It's Thor!" Atreus pointed towards a colossal statue in the middle of the sea, depicting a man with a hammer grasped in his right hand. "Who is Thor?" Katrina asked, unfamiliar with the Norse Pantheon. "Thor... God of Thunder." Kratos' mention of the Gods made the red head shudder softly. "That's right! I never thought you listened when mum spoke of Gods." Atreus chuckled softly. "I seldom did." Kratos noted. "Did she speak of one who could feel no pain?" what a peculiar question, Katrina thought with a soft frown, wondering if this man he was referring to might be the reason for the destroyed land she walked past previously. "Oh - That sounds like Baldr. An Aesir God. Son of Odin and Frigg." it all sounded so foreign to Katrina, that she felt a shudder of fright go down her spine. "And Odin is king." Atreus approved. So Odin was a sort of counterpart for Zeus, then? What a scary thought. "If this Odin is the King of the Gods, then I dearly hope we will never have to encounter him." Kratos grunted in agreement.

Somewhere in the middle of the Sea, a gigantic scale-clad specimen seemed to be occupying a large section of the water bed; A thing, that may as well actually be a being, dead or alive, something that not even Atreus, born and raised in the North, had no clue of. Kratos rowed towards a smaller statue, just close enough for the boy to read the yellow-painted runes. 'Sacrifice your arms to the center of the water; Awaken again the cradle of the world.' "Is... This supposed to be a riddle? As we are now, our only arms I can think of are the boat oars." Kat tilted her head in confusion. "I think we're supposed to throw our weapons into the water." Atreus spoke his supposition. "Guess that won't be a problem for you." he jokes with his father and his fantastic ability of recalling his weapon. "Are... You gonna do it?" "I can do it, if you're not feeling comfortable with parting with your weapon." the Goddess placed her hand on his arm, speaking to him in a gentle voice. Kratos grunted as he rose to his feet, freezing the axe before throwing it far, far away, into the middle of the sea. "Impressive throw." she praised him, as he extended his arm, recalling the axe... Yet it didn't seem to return. "The axe did not return." Kratos pointed out. "No, but the sea in tremoring underneath us." Kat braced herself. "I did not wish for another Atlantis trip!" the once static scale-like being came to life, revealing itself to be the World Serpent, a snake so long that it's supposed to go around the world. The water shook with its movements, propelling their boat farther away, violently. "Hang on!" Kratos exclaimed, holding the two firmly in his strong arms, until the waves stilled once more. "What IS that?" the God asked his knowledgeable child. "It's the World Serpent...!" Atreus was completely fascinated as they faced the red serpent eyes. The snake rose its head, spitting out the Leviathan axe, impaling it into their boat, as if to return it to its rightful owner; Yet now, the weapon had been upgraded, imbued with Eitr, the poison of the World Serpent itself. "Stay calm, boy!" the God cried out to his Son, standing protectively in front of the two, as the Serpent looked down at them. "I am! This is great!" the young boy was captivated by this discovery. It seemed to try to communicate, but it was definitely not a language that even the Goddess of Nature could comprehend. "It speaks?!" Kratos asked his son. "Yeah! Mum said he's friendly!" what a sweet child. "So what is he saying?" Katrina asked. "I don't know!" the boy answered, almost indignant, as he managed to step in front of his father, at the peak of the boat, getting a better view of the serpent settling down.

With this change in sea level, a ship-wreak was revealed, along with the bottom part of Thor's statue, a golden temple, and even a dock. To think that all this was hidden underneath the sea. "This is just like Atlantis all over again." Kratos turned his gaze to the Goddess, grunting in amusement. Atreus even noticed a faint half-smile on his face, something he's never witnessed before. Her long hair was glued flat on her head and body, getting in the way, while the sheer material of her grass green dress took the silhouette of her forms, as though she was a masterpiece statue. As ethereally beautiful as always. "You look like a wet cat." Atreus wasn't sure if his father's joke was funnier, the fact that he actually was capable of such a feat, or that Kat's glare was the farthest thing from intimidating. Who really was this woman, and how did she know his dad? Will he ever find out the truth?

"You know of the Serpent?" the boy was suddenly brought out of his many questions. "He's one of the Giants, and he's so big that he's wrapped around the world and bites his own tail." the boy exclaimed, happy to show his father his vast knowledge of Jormungandr. "An exaggeration." Kratos easily refuted such childish fantasy. "I dunno, it looked pretty big to me." as Kratos helped Katrina step on the dock, he took out the Compass to see what it was worth; Sure enough, the coils of the Serpent were visible. They rushed up the stairs of the Golden Temple, only to get called out by a familiar vulgar-voice; It was Brok, the blue dwarf, welcoming the trio and urging them to take some more upgrades to their armor and weapons.

"If it isn't the rose bush, the bearded-beefer and his sac-seed! Have I got something for you three!" he invited them inside. "Brok?! But how did you--" Atreus wasn't able to finish his question, for he was already cut off. "None of yer fuckin' business. Now get in here, I got somethin' for ya! And don't go makin' pig eyes at my spot... I saw it first!" Brok pushed the large door farther open, welcoming them inside. "What a peculiar specimen..." Katrina murmured under her breath, uncomfortable with his brash tone and the myriad of curse words used - Definitely something she wasn't used to. "What do you think he wants?" Atreus asked, walking ahead, not witnessing the comforting look that Kratos offered Katrina, nor the tender touch of his fingers brushing her cheek, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. "Thank you." that beautiful soft blush coating her cheeks was enough of a thanks for him. "To test out patience." Kratos finally answered his son, urging the woman to step ahead. "When word gets out about my shop, folks'll finally come outta hiding." Brok replied, a little too cryptic for their understanding. "They'll be clawin' all over each other just to catch a whiff at my wares - You watch!" he boasted cockily as he walked behind his workshop table. "Hey, flower garden, catch!" caught off guard, Katrina squeaked adorably in surprise as she struggled to catch a beautifully glowing light blue gem stone. "Ladies love jewels, don't they, ey?" he chuckled gruffly. "The pile o' rock there -" he nodded towards the rocks behind them that started glowing light blue, just like the gem, and levitated in the air to create a wonderfully carved stone door that seemed to magically connect realms. "With that Key of Yggdrasil, you can open a magic door to the branches of the World Tree - A shortcut 'tween realms. If y'ever see 'em out in the world, use it to get back to me quick." he instructed. "But it's only one way - Straight back here and nowhere else - And whatever you do, never, never, EVER, never, ever, ever, ever, ever throw yourself over the edge of the path... Lest you want death." Katrina shuddered softly, imagining a void-like purgatory. "Yeah, I don't see us wanting that." Atreus sarcastically joked.

Before they continued their journey, Kratos and Atreus upgraded their stuff; This time, Katrina agreed to wear a golden talisman that had the carved skull of a ram engraved in stone, and its horns were made out of some red jewel, while its eyes were green - It almost looked like her, how creepy. Brok mentioned it has the chance to stun enemies you attack, and it strengthens the power of the surrounding runes, how interesting, to think such a little necklace could have such power. Though she was skeptical, she agreed to having her spear embellished and carved with these peculiar Norse runes, under the belief they might enchant it. Now, she just needs to test it out.

Before they left, Kratos looked down at the Goddess and let out a low grunt. At first, he didn't utter a single word, yet his hand rose to touch the amulet around her neck, his calloused fingers trailing over the roughly sculpted charp. "It does not suit you." he muttered. "Yes... I agree. However, the dwarf said it might be of common use... So, I suppose, there is no harm in trying it out." Katrina smiled up at him. Kratos grunted in understanding. His eyes lingered on her body, before stealing a short glance at his child. "Are you not cold?" he found himself asking. "Perhaps a little, during the harsher breeze, but there is nothing that I cannot handle, per se. Though I cannot lie, I do miss the warmth of home." she chuckled softly at him. "I will find you something proper to keep you warm." he said, gently placing his large palm over the exposed skin on her arm. "Your flesh is freezing." he said, feeling the gold bracelet as cold as her skin. "Thank you, Kratos. Ever the thoughtful. There is no rush though, I am doing fine enough as it is." he couldn't look at her tender smile, knowing the urge to embrace her and kiss her was overwhelming his heart, and he didn't want Atreus to see and misunderstand his actions.

Once their business with the blue dwarf finished, the trio went back outside, forwards toward a large golden horn covered by moss. Amusingly enough, Kratos didn't want to blow into it, under some rather amusing pretexts. Poor Atreus was right, usually, they would push every button and pull on every lever they found, until something happened, and they had to beat up a bunch of creatures. Kratos truly was getting old, if he refused something like that. Instead, he opted for pulling on a lever to reach the bottom level of the temple, where they were met with a bunch of undead monsters, full of nasty water and algae - They were going to get quickly killed and returned to the afterlife, where they belonged.

Throughout the arduous journey, Kat couldn't help but look around like a child in a wonderland, admiring and gazing awestruck not only at the gorgeous landscapes that were so different from anything they had back home, but also, the myriad of mechanisms that would offer such fantastic rewards, such as a large copper bell that had to be powerfully hit to echo a strong jingle, or even treasure chests that could be opened not by even Godly sheer force, but through finding certain runes that would light up as soon as you touched them. Different civilizations, different pantheons, and certainly, different cultures, in all ways possible. It truly was fascinating.

Throughout the looktower, they stumbled upon another shrine - A Jotun shrine, they called it, and it had depicted on it, painted with gleaming gold, the World Serpent Jormungandr, ready to bite down on the one God known as Thor, the Thunder God. Katrina shuddered softly, the mere idea of having to meet malevolent Gods again not something she fancied. Still, she focused on admiring the artstyle of the shrine, and its power to predict future events, as they said.

Across the realm, they were met with trap-like flowers that emanated poison miasma that could easily prove fatal. Thankfully, Faye had taught Kratos how to counter them, using the freezing abilities of the Leviathan's Axe. Through more adventuring around the realm, they reached the foggy foothills, where yet another dwarf, garbed in golden armor, greeted them. He was soft-spoken and polite, albeit a little frightened and timid, poor man. He couldn't blame him for being afraid of confronting someone like Kratos though.

"Hey, uhhh, excuse me... How did you come by that axe?" the dwarf stuttered lightly. "That is my concern alone." Kratos rasped, not even sparing a glance to the stranger. "And uh.... While I won't dispute that... I know that blade." the dwarf was desperately trying to keep brave. "It was one of ours, but uh, we didn't make it for you." Kat couldn't help but admire the dedication and passion that blacksmiths had, recognising each of their work with a single glance. Hephaestus was much alike, she remembered the Smith God, long before he was corrupted. "Step aside." Kratos ordered, making the dwarf flinch, yet he bravely stood his ground. "I can't. See - The woman we made this for... I was, well... I am... Quite fond of her." Kat put her hand on Kratos' biceps, squeezing it delicately, as a way to show him that he needn't be on guard. "And I would, uh... Be quite... Displeased, if it turns out that... You did something to her." "You need not worry, little sir. We mean you no harm." the Goddess gently caressed the dwarf's face, immediately calming him down. "It was my mother's." Atreus stepped forward, speaking in a sad voice. "She left it to father before she died." "Faye's dead...?" the dwarf's breath hitched in his throat, and his whole body felt lax with grief. "I'm... Very, very sorry to hear that..." the dwarf sighed, looking away from the trio. "She was a fierce warrior... And a good woman." he sighed, before turning with newfound vigor towards the travelers. "Alright. I will make improvements to the axe." "But... No one asked you to." Atreus rose a questioning eyebrow. "W-Well, it's true, but... But knowing your mother, she would have insisted I repair that act of vandalism perpetrated against her axe by my brother." Kat giggled softly at the childishness of this brotherly feud. "I knew it! You are Brok's brother!" Atreus exclaimed, hopping towards the dwarf's blacksmith tent. "The other half of the brand's here." "The blue one is your brother?" Kratos quired, his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes... Though my talents are vastly superior. No boast - Swear to Freya." Freya... Was that another God of this world? Still keeping the dwarf under a stern gaze, Kratos took out his axe and handed it to the smith. "Do not undo his work. Improve upon it only." "Yeeeeaaaahhh.... But can you put it down over there?" the dwarf asked, visibly uncomfortable and trembling. Kratos rasped a drastic negative answer. "The handle is filthy..." the dwarf sighed shakily, his eyes darting around with great anxiety. "Okay, then... I'll just... I will just..." "By the Gods..." Katrina sighed, placing her hand over her lover's. "Kratos, please. If you will not accommodate him with his clear repulsion to uncleanliness, then at least allow ME to do it. I am getting uncomfortable myself simply by looking at his poor self." It was clear that Kratos had many things to complain about, simply from that look in his dark, stern eyes, peering into the Goddess' own forest-green ones; Instead, he simply gruffed, allowing the woman to slide her hand onto the wooden handle and aid the poor dwarf. "My, this is much heavier than I expected. People of the North must truly be strong, to be able to carry about such weapons." she chuckled softly, smiling at the dwarf as she placed the axe on the workbench. As soon as he finished with the upgrading, Kratos quickly snatched the axe back into his possession. "Anything else I can help you with?" the dwarf asked. "A coat, perhaps? Or a pair of breeches? I have to say, I've never seen anyone wearing such garments before. This silk feels like water... Amazing. You aren't from around, are you?" Sindri gently felt the material of her flowy dress that hugged her body like a godly sculpture. "My home is much, much in the South. I have been travelling for so many moons, that I lost count." Katrina smiled cheerfully, remembering her home. "I see. Well, I think I have just the right thing for you!" at once, Sindri brought a cloak of leaf-green, embroidered in golden thread, and a pair of skin-tight breeches, the same colour of the bark of brown-white trees. Her outfit hadn't lost her lovely nature-like allure. "Thank you for your kindness, Sindri. I feel much warmer now, thanks to you. You have my gratitude." the Goddess smiled warmly at him, making the dwarf blush slightly and look away. "Don't mention it, don't mention it! It's the least I could do! Now off you go!" with a lazy wag of her fingers, Katrina waved the dwarf goodbye, following Katros and Atreus towards the mountain.

During a particularly tall climb up the mountain wall, Atreus jumped on his father's back, being comfortably carried. the Goddess, on the other hand, simply ran up the wall, making Kratos gruff in annoyance, remembering that fool named Hermes, who pestered him similarly, years ago. He will never get over that annoyance. "Do you think for this last leg up the mountain that maybe I can carry her?" the boy asked, while Katrina was idly dangling her feet from the edge of the mountain. "I told you, no." came his father's resolute answer. "Why?" Atreus sighed in disappointment. "She meant more to me than you anyway." "What?!" Kratos rasped immediately. "Atreus!" Katrina gasped in surprise at the child's disrespectful comment. "You do not say such words to your father!" "I-I just meant -- I spent more time with her. You were off hunting a lot." the boy tried to explain himself. "He was out so he could provide your family with the comfort of food and the necessary items of the house. Were it not for your father, it would have been your mother away. It is a father's duty to provide for the family, and a mother's to care for it. Do not be so harsh on your father. He did everything he could for you." Kratos shot the woman a quick glance, half-grateful for the explanation that he would never be able to provide, but also, rather uncomfortable. "How would you know that? You've just arrived. You couldn't know what happened, could you?" true enough, Atreus' words made Katrina keep quiet, unable to muster a relevant reply that would not give away their identity. "It would serve you to stop talking." his father intervened thankfully as he went ahead to decimate a few undeads.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air as the three kept apart from each other by at least three steps. It was Kratos who led the way, as he crouched down to raise up a fallen boulder that was blocking the door. Just as he was able to pull it away, the large gates were sprung open by a hideous monster attacking them. It immediately tried to lunge towards the child, but Kratos quickly grabbed onto its forearm, halting its movement. It seemed to be communicating in low grunts, but they were unable to understand its tongue. "Let him GO!" Atreus tried to dash forwards and aid his dad, but Katrina quickly grabbed him by the  arrow quiver, pulling him backwards, just in time to evade a powerful swiping fist, which she took instead. It was one thing for a God to get thrown to the ground, and another for a child like him.

"Atreus, stand back!" Katrina called out to the boy, but just as she got up, the monster grabbed her at lightning speed, his grasp around her slender body squeezing so tight that it was difficult breathing. At the very same time, not only did the God of War shove his whole arm into the monster's gnawing mouth to protect her from harm, but Katrina, also, extended her hand towards its face, summoning her spear so that she could impale its skull. Finally, the monster was dead, on the ground. "Father!" Atreus called out quickly, pointing towards the approaching enemies. The Goddess quickly ripped away the monster's fingers from around her body and clinged onto Kratos' damaged arm. "Forgive me for getting you harmed, my love." she murmured softly, making sure the child wouldn't hear her words as she quickly healed his bleeding injuries. "It is fine." he grunted, holding his axe. "Ready yourself, boy." "Let me help out with these pests. You have injured yourself on my behalf far too much." Katrina sighed, summoning a bunch of vines from underground that latched tightly onto the undead, ripping them apart with ease. "An Ogre? Here?" Atreus was out of breath with shock at the intensity of this encounter. "Who built this place?" thankfully at least, once they passed through the large base, they reached the Mountain's Base. They were getting closer to the desired destination. "Whoa... I can see why mum wanted us to bring her here." "Indeed." Kratos gruffed, agreeing to the landscape's beauty. "Is there anything like this back at your home, Kat?" the boy asked. "No, not really. I have never seen anything quite like this. In fact, I do not recall ever seeing snow before either." the red head shivered softly at the cold breeze.

Atreus quickly went on ahead towards the bridge engulfed in a pitch black smoke, coming up from the face-like mountain wall. He seemed to try and get close to the smoke, but he was unable to. "Kat, you have magical powers, right? Think you can do something about it?" Katrina stepped forward, slowly reaching out her hand towards the blockage, only to quickly snatch her hand back with an electrifying hiss. "This curse is something that I cannot undo. Its malevolence is foreign to even me. We must find another way." she tried to look around in hopes that she could create a ladder of sorts, but she doubted, given the harsh blizzard around them, that she would be able to safely get them both across. "Then, maybe the witch? Wish she was here. I bet she could get us past this." Atreus sighed sadly. Out of nowhere, the witch's voice startled them with her presence. Was she summoned here, somehow? Creepy. "My magic is useless against the Black Breath, and there's no way around it. Odin saw to that long ago." Atreus quickly skipped to the witch, grinning widely in happiness. "What are you doing here?!" "Making sure you can finish your journey." she bent at his level, her hand squeezing his shoulder motherly. "Why wait to warn us?" Kratos asked defensively. "I was busy saving my friend, if you remember..." Kratos grunted, looking away. "The Black Breath is a corruption of magic even I can't dispel. Only the pure Light of Alfheim is strong enough to break through it, but that road is long. What does this goal mean to you?" "It's everything." Atreus replied. The witch seemed to be touched by the boy's resolve. "Follow me." Kratos grabbed her arm, seizing her with his eyes. "Why help us?" "Maybe I see more of myself in you than I'm willing to admit. Maybe..." she gulped slightly, hesitating in her truthful answer. "Maybe by helping you, I'll make up for a lifetime of mistakes." she shrugged softly, smiling at the child. "Or maybe I just like you." "Even though we shot your friend?" the witch smiled dryly. "Even though you shot my friend, yes." "Where must we go?" Kratos asked, as the trio started following her. "To a realm beyond your own." the witch replied, running off ahead. "We're going to another realm?! Are you coming with us?" Atreus asked, excited. "Only for a little while." she repeated Kratos' reply.

They came by a large contraption, which Sindri had previously talked about. Seems that he was able to finish repairing it, what a fantastic smith. The witch explained their destination was Tyr's Temple, the one previously under water, and from there, they will be able to travel to Alfheim. When the God asked about the World Serpent's whereabouts, she explained that there is no one with such knowledge, though when Thor attacked it, their battle was felt across all the realms. The fight ended in a stalemate, and though Thor returned empty-handed to Thor, they are destined to kill each other, come Ragnarok. Kat wasn't quite sure what Ragnarok was, but the witch seemed to be rather terrified of that notion.

She guided them back towards the large gates, where there was no way across. Instead, the witch was smug, and she took out her bow, firing an arrow towards a large gem glowing blue. "Ljosta!" she exclaimed, and a solid bridge of pure light spawned across. Elven architecture, she said. Her bowstring was soaked in the Light of Alfheim, and it has the ability of reawakening the magic of the Elves.

The witch was rather impressed by Atreus' knowledge of Vanir magic, from the realm of Vanaheim. He mentioned his mother telling him that the Vanir Gods are always at war with the Aesir Gods of Asgard. He said they are 'Good' Gods, compared to Odin and Thor, but are there truly any good Gods out there? "There are no good Gods, boy. I thought I taught you that." Katrina pondered over a little Kratos' reply. Gods are all selfish, yes, she often warned him of that notion - But she never did think that Gods like Hestia or Hebe were evil. She could even say that Aphrodite, Anteros, Psyche and Eros were very kind... Not that she could ever see Kratos getting over his hatred of the Gods.

Once they went past another great set of doors, they reached Tyr's Temple. The witch mentioned that, with the help of the Giants, Tyr was able to travel across all nine realms and keep the peace between them. Something must have happened to this Tyr, considering the amount of dead things overflooding the premises and destroying everything in their path. With the aid of Kratos' fantastic Godly strength, they were able to turn the whole entire bridge into position. It was a fantastic sight, seeing Kratos' incredible power in action once more. Hopefully, he wasn't hurting.

The Witch mentioned this temple being the very last construction where all nine realms worked together. With some kind of immersive magic, the witch used the last bit of Alfheim Light to create the bridge, before swapping around her bowstring with Atreus', instructing him on how to infuse his own weapon with such power. She also said she doesn't think she'd be able to follow, considering a numerous amount of measures had been taken to keep her trapped in Midgard. Was Midgard the human realm they were walking on, then? The more Kat learns, the more she realises her lack of knowledge is even greater than she anticipated. She said the Gods don't care much for her - But surely, the Gods wouldn't make sure she's unable to travel, if she were unimportant. How peculiar.

They entered together in this Realm Travel Room that was pitch black - She says they need the light of the Bifrost to reawaken, for the temple had been underwater for over a hundred and fifty winters passed. They reached a large tree, known as the World Tree, which makes this traveling between realms possible. It was glowing a magical blue. The Witch offered Kratos a small gadget which could capture the Light of Bifrost and allow this kind of traveling. "Amazing...!" Katrina was breathless at the beauty of this place, once Kratos stuck the gadget into its rightful place, and the lean surface of the water starter glowing a lovely fluorescent blue, waving and emanating cinder drops around like fireflies. From underneath the small water basin, a miniature layout of the temple emerged, whilst at the same time, blue fire came out from the ground in nine different places across the room, signifying the different realms. The witch explained these realms all exist in the same physical space as reflections of each other. These doors, the towers outside, and the nine realms are all intertwined and co-exist on the branches of the World Tree, separated only by the Bifrost light of Alfheim. Katrina could barely pay attention to the explanation, as her eyes were bewitched by the work of lights surrounding them in the darkness, illuminating the place with blue sparkles of all kinds. This place they were in, could focus and control that said light.

Atreus voiced what the Goddess was thinking - This World Tree was merely an artistic representation of the much more impressive and grand Yggdrasill. The Tree of Life is bound to the fate of the world, just as they all were bound to it. The tree nourishes the soils; The dew from its leaves feeds the valleys and rivers. The Tree's very existence supports all of creation along its boughs - Its life energy interwoven into the tapestry of life - Birth, growth, death and rebirth. Every strand - Transcending time, transcending space. Everything comes back to the Tree. The Goddess was in awe, her heart having stopped altogether, as a gentle flurry of blue snow swished around them, and the small sprouts of flowers growing at the roots of the tree bloomed together in perfect sync.

The witch explained how, by turning this wheel around the water basin, the great wheel that Kratos previously moved would also be spurred, as the bridge aligns to the different realm towers on the lake outside. As Odin had prevented access to vanaheim, and Jotunheim was currently unavailable, for the Realm Tower was missing, they were urged to move towards the Alfheim tower. She drew a symbol rune on Kratos' palm, so they can lock into this realm and begin the sequence at once. Everything around them changed, and a single part of the room got illuminated in brilliant blue, as the roots grew longer towards the crystal glowing there. Each realm has a corresponding crystal that focuses and amplifies the power of the Bifrost, she said, opening the bridge to that realm. As she continued speaking, a powerful blue lights engulfed them - Yet it was not a blinding one, but a soothing blue that seemed to caress their souls.  Before they left, Atreus was curious about the missing Jotunheim Tower, to which he was told that the Tower went missing by the time the Giants disappeared from Midgard, and no one knows its whereabouts. As the blue lights subsided, the boy thought nothing happened. The witch hummed in amusement, urging them to follow her

Kratos pointed out the Bifrost became dark - It was out of power, thus, they could not return without being replenished by the Light of Alfheim. But Katrina wasn't concerned by such trivialities; She was captivated by the flowers that turned red, just like her hair, the same colour as the Maple Tree Leaves. Kratos had to grab her by the wrist and pull her towards the exit, revealing what looked like a city overgrown with trees. The witch's smile quickly vanished once she realised the Light was barely visible - The Column of Light in the horizon, housed in the heart of a ringed temple, was supposed to be far more powerful.

But the witch was beginning to dissipate in a glowing green light. The trio grabbed onto her, but it was in vain, for the curse was too strong to be resisted. "To restore the Bifrost's magic, you must step into The Light - But be very careful not to get caught up in the --" before she could finish her warning, however, she was pulled inside a portal, no doubt, back to Midgard. "How convenient, being unable to finish the full warning." Kat chuckled, shaking her head. The boy's panic was almost hilarious to her. The whole placed seemed to be fused up with some kind of plant-based organism... Though it also looked a little like corals. How peculiar, she's never seen anything like it."Are you ready for yet another misadventure?" "No."

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[r0ttingj3lly]

Queztal and Atreus being the best of siblings and Kratos being the best dad.

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[mel-kusanagi]

here, have another little hnoss with big brother atreus ❤

#hnoss would always want to know her brother's journeys whenever he returns home #and sometimes ask about angrboda and fenrir too #also she would ask to play with her with speki and svanna which he would never refuse #i just love them they're so cute dnjchjdchj #hnoss #atreus #kratos x freya #warflower #god of war #sketch #gow oc #my art

[pyromaniac-skeleton]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Have a cookie. 🍪

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[tired0artist]

| gersemi & hnoss |

(or galena & helen)

A World After Ragnarök.

Written by Unknown.

Chapter Five: The New Gods.

Hnoss and Gersemi, daughters of the Goddess Freya, the ruler of Vanaheim. (Also known as Freya’s treasures.). Both were born post Ragnarök, hence proudly proclaimed as the “New Gods”. (Along with the two exceptions, such as the God Loki and the Goddess Thrúd, who were born before Ragnarok.).

Hnoss, Goddess of Love and Desire. The proud ambassador of the Gods, with a surprisingly quick and fiery temper. She’s said to have broken the jaw of Vidar, a surviving Aesir God of Vengeance, all while signing a peace treaty. Those present will confirm that the God deserved it, and well, he is now known as The Silent One. (No one wonders why.). Due to this reputation, many of her affairs since have been resolved peacefully. 

Gersemi, Goddess of Adoration and Beauty. The Commander of the Shieldmaidens, with a mastery over avoiding everyone. From Aesir down to Dwarf, not many can say that they had the pleasure of laying their eyes upon the Goddess. Because of this, many often mistake her for being the one and the same as her older twin Hnoss. Although, once someone manages to meet her, they’re unable to think of them as one and the same. There are whispers that she can set a man on fire, with only a passing glance. (No one yet has proven this rumour to be true, but the Commander is quite intimidating. Although very beautiful.).

The sisters aren’t usually seen together, which is fueling the rumours about Hnoss being the only daughter of Freya, but there are times when the Goddesses meet in Vanaheim’s court. Those trusted enough, will confirm that there’s nothing as bright as Hnoss’ smile and nothing as refreshing as Gersemi’s laughter, once they’re reunited.

Helen and Galena, daughters of the God Kratos, the General of the United Realms. (Also known as the Midgardian Goddesses.). Both were born after Ragnarök and raised in Midgard.

Helen, Goddess of the Hunt and Travel. A great huntress and an eager explorer, many say that she knows all the woodlands in Midgard like no one else, there are whispers that she was greatly involved in the progress of making a fairly detailed map of Midgard. 

Galena, Goddess of Healing and Wisdom. A talented scholar and a gentle healer, people of Midgard see her often around the villages, where she offers remedies and teaches how to heal. She’s said to have written a book on healing, but the Midgardians keep any other detail a secret, so not many can confirm it.

These sisters are known to often travel together, once someone catches a glimpse of Helen or Galena, it is natural that the other sister will appear shortly. (Or so they say in Midgard. No God apart from Loki can confirm that the Goddesses exist. It was advised no to ask their father about them, hence the otherwise lacking knowledge of them.).

All four are known as the “New Gods” who were born post Ragnarok, although if we are to trust the word of Mimir, it could be possible that instead of four Goddesses there are truly only two. 

But that is fairly unlikely, for it is known that Hnoss and Gersemi’s father is Odr the God of Rage. While Helen and Galena’s mother is a Midgardian witch. 

Hence this theory is rather quickly resolved.

Isn’t it?

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open for a A/N and close ups of the girls!!

Okay, so more about the girls from me. To blow away any confusion, yes, Hnoss and Gersemi (or Helen and Galena) are Kratos and Freya’s daughters. They’re based on Freya’s daughters (Hnoss and Gersemi) that she had with her mysterious husband Odr (God of Rage and/or Madness) in Norse Myths. Their other names are Greek, since I do believe that after Atreus’ case, both Freya and Kratos would settle on giving them two names. 

Now, as in the Myths both girls are often mistaken for one another, or it’s said that there was only one of them, so I used that. The in canon explanation, could be that Atreus somehow caused it and thought of it as a prank, which just goes on for a long time, since Gersemi is quite withdrawn from any business between the Gods unlike Hnoss. 

Speaking of, let’s tackle our girl Hnoss (Helen) first! She’s the older twin and she’s quite similar in personality to Atreus. Hnoss is very open and friendly, makes connections rather easily and overall is viewed as rather charming. Although she does have problems with controlling her anger. 

She can use any given weapon, but chooses not to carry one, choosing instead to use her fists if needed (*cough* like Baldur *cough*). But, when she’s hunting, she, much like her beloved older brother, uses a bow. 

She chose to become an ambassador to aid Freya in her ruling and because of her fascination with Mimir. The head took a great part in shaping both girl’s personalities, with his stories and teachings, but it was Hnoss who followed in his footsteps. 

Now, about Gersemi (Galena). The younger twin (obviously) and her personality on the other hand is a very well done mix of Kratos and Freya. She’s quiet but honest to the bone, but she is also kind and gentle. She suffers from a resting bitch face, but otherwise is a sweetheart (honestly she’s just shy). Although her reputation might say otherwise, Gersemi often chooses not to fight, opting to resolve matters peacefully (but if you threaten or harm anyone close to her, no power in the realms can save you). 

She mainly prefers to use the sword which Freya gave her, but she also relies heavily on her Vanir magic. 

Gersemi became a shieldmaiden wanting to prove herself to her parents and brother, but with time she grew over that need and started to aim to uphold peace within the realms. 

Their relationship with their parents is very good and close. Both Freya and Kratos have learned from their past mistakes and aimed to raise their daughters even better. Freya, instead of turning to her magic in search of a way to protect her children, trained them both to protect themselves (also she would destroy anyone who would ever aim to harm them and she rests peacefully knowing that Kratos would do the same). Kratos, instead of distancing himself, allowed himself to stay close and honest (by the time the girls are adults, he has trouble finding purpose without them, but both Atreus and Freya are a great help). 

Atreus played a great part in raising his siblings as well, he was the one to teach them both how to hunt and left an open ear for their troubles when such came. He always aims to come and check in with his sisters, no matter how busy he might be in Jotunheim. 

Overall they’re all just a big happy family, but since they do value their privacy such mishaps as others knowing very little about the girls and creating two different personas for them, often happen. Honestly, Atreus just has fun pranking his sisters and fueling the rumours about there being four goddesses and crafting the Odr persona for his father. 

Becoming an older brother truly made him embrace his trickster persona. 

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[samieree]

~GENERAL MASTERLIST~

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin Also on fanfiction net: Samiere]

Fandoms I write/have written fanfiction/one-shots about:

-> God of War: Ragnarök -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

List of boys I can write one-shots with: Robb Stark 💗 • Jaime Lannister • Daario Naharis • Arthur Dayne • Daemon Targaryen • Aemond Targaryen • Anakin Skywalker 💗 • Luke Skywalker • Han Solo • Cal Kestis • Din Djarin • Poe Dameron • Kylo Ren • Corrick [Defy the Night] • Heimdall 💗 [God of War: Ragnarök] • Kyle Crane [Dying Light]

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[teal-magic91]

Atreus, Mimir, and Solana talk excitedly while Kratos eyes them curiously.

I feel like once Solana joins their ragtag group, she connects with Atreus more like how a sister and a younger brother would. She's way older than Atreus btw, but that doesn't stop her from being silly with him.

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[user1286]

It's so funny to see sindri getting passed around like a blunt (shipping wise) with like so many characters at this point, you people know who you are, pls keep doing what youre doing it's amazing ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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[x1702x]

Autism be damned, my boy can get a piggyback ride from The Ghost of Sparta

Extra:

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[artsykidwolf-2000]

Hello everyone back at it again with another God of War Fanfic! This time with a special twist to the narrative of Ragnarok!

This is gonna be a "my version" spin of what would happen if Flash went with Atreus to Asgard after him running away. Can't wait to see what happens here!

It kinda a long one!

Hope you guys like it!

An Arm For An Arm

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash x Sindri}

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Severed limbs, "censored cursing", "Dark theme", Old Scars, Curses, Dark magic, Anxiety, Depression, Trauma, etc.

SPOILERS FOR GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK

Heimdall simps I see you (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Rating: Mostly Fluffy with a splash of tomato sauce {Reader's Discretion is advised}{mostly mild}{Heed thy warnings please}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash POV}

After Atreus ran away from home and I followed him things have been...both annoying and difficult. Mostly because his Giant Magic rubbed off on me when he transformed to run away. I've been stuck as a tiny ferret dragon ever since we got to Asgard and so forth! Good thing I used it to my advantage bc Heimdall would've offed me on the spot if he saw me. Good thing I can hide in shadows pretty well...

Ever since Odin talked about this mask, it has been very strange on the last mission with Thor. Nearly got my tail singed in Muspelheim. Thor didn't seem to mind me thanks to Atreus lying for me and saying I was a new pet more than a Fae in disguise. My magic has slowly been returning ever since Ragnarok started. More or less when Baldur fought us last. First my power came back, then my speed, now my shape-shifting. All that's left is...

"You seem awfully quiet..." Atreus said in a soft tone, concerning my well-being.

I snapped out of my thoughts, "Huh? Oh yeah...just been thinking of things..."

"You worried about Sindri? Father? The others?" He held my tiny form up to his face.

"Yes, especially after what you've done. If it wasn't for your resistance, Sindri would've have gotten much more damage than just a paw swipe. Just wish I wasn't dragged by you and somehow changed into this!" I pouted.

"Well either way we have another mission...and I have a bad feeling it's something other than bonding time with Thrud" he sighed.

He was right. Once we got down to Odin's chambers. There was Thrud all excited and once he said "Heimdall" I knew I was screwed than from our slight mix up once we first got here. I was pissed to say the least. Heimdall was the last person we both wanted to paired up with. Baldur was a punching bag (literally) compared to his guy! I doubt my speed could match his cockiness and "foresight".

Once Heimdall looked our way I growled at him. He chuckled and tapped my nose with his finger. I nipped at him.

"Woah~ Better keep that rodent in check... wouldn't want anyone to catch anything" Heimdall mocked in a sny kind of way. I hissed at him.

"She's not dangerous...so leave her alone" Thrud sighed as Huginn started to swarm around us.

"You defending a useless animal? Please..." Heimdall scoffed.

"She's pretty useful if you respect her like I do, she's very loyal" Atreus huffed.

"Vermine like that are snacks for my mount...anyways let's just get on with our mission before I grow bored." Heimdall stretched before glaring at me in a thinking type of way.

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Once we reached Helheim, we ventured around trying to follow this stupid mask. Heimdall went another way thank the gods. Which left Atreus and I with Thrud. She was a spunky lass I tell you that. If anything happened to her so help me...I don't care who her father and mother are. With each battle I could see their bond growing brighter. My crystal just shimmered with pride in this relationship.

"So might I ask something, Loki?" Thrud spoke up.

"Sure, what is it?" Atreus answered.

"Why do you have a ferret companion? How did you two meet?" She asked innocently.

I never gulped so hard. I wrapped over Atreus' shoulders in nervousness.

"My father and I found her when I was younger. She was cold and hungry and we gave her a home. She's been with us ever since. Her name is Flash since she's like lightning with how fast she can move her long body" Atreus partly lied. Thanks for the word play genius.

"Oooh, that's an interesting name. Fits her" Thrud smiled and scratched my head and jaw. Good gods her hand was soft! I started to purr wildly.

"She likes me awww~" She chuckled.

"She also has a mate at home. She terribly misses him."

F**k...way to go Atreus....telling my love life....

"I hope you get back home soon after the mission. I would miss my significant other if I was away for a long time." She smiled.

. . . . .

...I will protect this girl along with Atreus...

After she stopped petting me, the pair opened a door that lead to Garm's holding place. That wolf looked even more gigantic once we got up close. One by one both Atreus and Thrud unlatched two of the three chains locking the giant soulless wolf away. Once we tried to third one, Garm woke up, tearing the very chain off the floor. I had a bad feeling along with the others. Even more disappointment came when the chamber behind him was a F**CKING DEAD END!!!

This mask...getting on my last nerve.

With this grand mistake, we hightailed back out the area. Thrud kept on worrying what Odin would think of this. That coward wouldn't be the least of my worries...

That was until Heimdall showed his smug ass face...

"My My what a mess you two have made! Letting the Realm eating wolf loose! What would everyone think..." Heimdall said in a smug tone. His smug look turned at Thrud for that comment.

"It was a mistake, leave her alone" Atreus spoke up, "I'll take the blame for it!"

"Oh you will...you see with this there's surely no retribution" Heimdall chuckled, "once your gone our lives would be so much better....one way or another... half-breed"

My fur frizzed up. I growled at him. My fangs bared and claws bared.

"Leave him alone Heimdall! Once I'm a Valkyrie-" Thrud spoke up.

"Such a childish dream... you're not ready nor will you ever be..." Heimdall smirked. Thrud threw punches at him. Time after time his smug look grew brighter.

I wanted to wipe it off so fast.

I want to see his face when I punch him...

My fur began to glitter red and gold before I kept towards Heimdall. Both Thrud and Atreus saw as Heimdall almost got clocked by my fist.

My fist?

Wait! I'm back!!

"You better eat those words, Heimdall" I hissed at him.

"I knew there was something off about your little...rat" Heimdall smirked and circled me, "A Draken disguised as a little ferret...I know who you are..."

I glared at him. My eyes changed from blue to a red hue. My fangs bared.

"You're a Fae...An a spawn of Titania no doubt..." Heimdall laughed, "Falishia...how the mighty have fallen...the Failed Dragon King"

"I'd hold your tongue if I were you Heimdall...Do you want to end up like Baldur?" I flipped my long dagger in my hand.

"Please...I know it was the boy's father that killed him," Heimdall glanced at me, "you're nothing but a weak, useless husk of what you once were!"

I growled and swung at him with my daggers. With each swing he kept on dodging or deflecting them. That was until I actually landed a "hit" on his cheek. That really set off some bombs in his head, see him touch his cheek where a tiny stream of blood dripped was priceless.

But...

The next thing I knew was Atreus warning me once I looked at him. Then I was pinned to the wall by my own dagger. Lodging it into my right shoulder. I grunted in pain as I growled at Heimdall who picked up the other dagger I dropped.

"Heimdall stop this!" Thrud yelled at him.

"You hold your tongue girl, or I'll do much worse than what I intended to do to her..." Heimdall smirked and raised my own blade against me.

With one fell swoop he severed my right arm in the middle of my upper arm area. I roared in pain. Blood painted the wall and floor where I stood. Heimdall smirked with pride until Atreus pushed him out of the way while Thrud set me loose.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry..." Thrud looked panicked.

"don't be... I've been through worse..." I coughed up blood.

"You asshole!! You'll pay for what you have done!" Atreus screamed at Heimdall before running over to me, "This...This is all my fault..."

I wiped tears from his eyes, "no it's not...go back with Thrud... I'll be fine"

"b-but your arm...what will-" Atreus sniffed out before I stopped him.

"Trust me..." I pulled him closer by his collar and whispered, "Thrud needs a friend more than an enemy... I'll find my way home"

Atreus sniffed and wiped his tears. Thrud looked at me and I nodded to her. She took him away. Heimdall looked at me once more before tossing my dagger at me.

"one day... you'll lose EVERYTHING you hold dear... I'll make sure of it" Heimdall chuckled before Huginn swarmed around the three of them. After they left I spat out blood. I looked at my severed arm as it started to turn black and fade away into ash. Sh*t.

Not now...I have to get back...

I slowly got up, picking up my daggers. Holding my bleeding arm as I tracked down a realm door spot. I grabbed a spare realm seed I snagged and prayed to Yggdrasil. Soon the realm door opened. I drudged inside and hoped I'd make it back.

Sindri

That's all I could think about.

Why did my dumb ass self have to get into trouble.

Another door opened up and I trudged inside and to the other side. I could hear the others talking. Kratos and Freya must've made it back from the Norns like they planned. I had to hurry. I pushed the door with my shoulder the best I could. Freya spotted me first.

"Flash! You've returned-" Freya announced before I fully opened the door. I could only see the horror in her eyes once I collapsed in the foyer. The next voice I heard was pure horror to my ears once Freya ran towards me.

It was Sindri.

"Flash! Nononono!" He ran with Brok to my side. He almost gagged at my wound.

"What in all the nine realms happened to s'ya?!" Brok spoke out.

"Helheim...and Heimdall..." I flinched at Freya's magic.

"Heimdall...?!" Freya looked shocked, "why did he..."

"That... Pompous pr*ck wanted to make me suffer more...being a Fae and all..."

"I KNEW IT!!" Mimir gasped as Kratos made his way to us.

"What do you mean, Head?" Kratos grumbled.

"She's one of the daughters of Titania! I knew you looked familiar!!" Mimir said happily.

"Titania...but how did you?" Freya tried to patch up my wound.

"I get around...one way or another... I'm still a Draken but I'm also a Fae..." I sighed then I looked at Sindri.

"She was known as the Dragon King! I know it's a more masculine term but when do dragon ever follow rules" Mimir quoted.

"I can't seem to heal your wound fully..." Freya leaned me up.

"Kratos...burn me" I demanded.

He nodded and grabbed his blades of chaos and lit them a blaze. He started to cauterized my wound. I quickly latched on Sindri. I screamed in pain. I clawed his pristine armor and buried my face into his neck. All I could think about how scared I made him. I kept on whimpering apology after apology into his armored tunic.

Once Kratos was finished, I took a breather, but it wasn't for long until...the curse set in. My wound started to burn with dark magic. I screamed again as a new black arm replaced my old one. Black smoke rolled off the surface like ashen soot bellowing out of a volcano. I then passed out into Sindri's arms. My body taken its toll for something I could not stop.

"The Dragon King's Curse..." Was all I could hear from Mimir before nothing...

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Once I woke up, I was in my room. Sindri was sitting next to my bed. I could see a bandage wrapped around his head now. Did Atreus really hurt him more than I thought? I can't imagine what he was thinking before I came back.

"Sindri?" I said hoarsely.

"Flash...!?" He perked up. He wasn't the only one that perked up. A little black blob moved in his lap then popped it's head up.

"Crimson...?" I spoke up. Crimson chirped and wriggled her ferret like body over to me from Sindri. I cried and held her close, "you're back! I was so worried..."

Crimson chirped then bit my nose.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

She huffed and turned to Sindri. When I looked at him closer I saw he'd been crying. His eyes and cheeks were all puffy and red.

"Sindri...I...I'm so sorry" I leaned up to reach for him but he quickly grabbed my hand...then my black arm.

"What is this? Mimir said it was a Curse..." He said with a stern tone.

My ears drooped a bit, "Yes but it's more of a weird blessing...people call it a curse bc of the magic...it's something we must contain once we take the oath of Power" I looked at my hand.

"I thought we'd be more honest! You should've told me!" He said with more vocal concern.

"I thought it never would lead up to this...I thought it wouldn't be...not since..." I started to tear up which he rarely seen me do. He cautiously touched my cheek.

"Since...what?"

"I lost my best friend...and my first love..." I sniffled out. Crimson whimpered then tapped my ruby crystal that was on my choker necklace. It showed a picture. A memory.

"Her name was Scarlett...she was the only one who could stand me and told me I smelled good. We were inseparable...until one day when some rogue dragons came to destroy everything...and me." I clenched my fist. "She told me to run when the leader found us. She turned into a wyvern and fought the best she could. I couldn't help her bc I couldn't transform properly...she died as a result of me being weak..."

"Flash..." Sindri said quietly.

"and now..." I looked up at him with a tear stained face and touched his bandages, "I couldn't protect you from Atreus...Atreus and Thrud from Heimdall...or you from the horror of seeing me!"

Crimson tried to lick my tears away. She purred sorrowfully as she nuzzles my cheek. Sindri moved to the bed, sitting next to me, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. Being brave about his fear of the beasties he lifted my scrawny ass into his lap and sat criss-cross on the bed with his back on the wall. Crimson looked at him and smiled and returned to being my left arm tattoo.

"I guess I haven't been honest too...you earlier actually scared me than beyond just scared" he spoke out, "Long before Atreus was born, Brok died in an accident at the forge...I went to the Lake of Souls to get him back but...I couldn't get the last part of his soul back...I could still feel the Souls clawing at me. Once I returned Brok thought he was just knocked out for a while...it's eaten at me ever since..."

"Sindri..." I placed my hand on his cheek.

"I hope you can forgive me..."

"You sound just like my twin sister...she brought me back to life after...an "accident"...that was after a bout of sadness after Scarlett's death... I'll spare details" I sighed, "Promise to never leave my side, and I'll do the same?"

"I Promise"

"Good" I hugged him tightly. He hugged me back.

Once we pulled away he noticed something clink against his armor. It was a blank crystal on a golden chain. The crystal sat just on his sternum.

"What is this?" He lifted the crystal.

"It's a symbol, the crystals represent the heart, usually it's on a simple cord with beads or something but I thought a gold chain would do nicely... normally the more finer metals are saved for females for....engagement" My ears turned red as my cheeks as I looked away. Once I looked back up at him after hearing a squeak I saw he was beet red and steaming from the head. Uh oh.

"Sindri?" I cupped his cheeks, "Sin-DRIIIII?! Mmph?!" He soon kissed me without warning. I kissed him back. We stayed like that for a long while before departing. We rested on each other's foreheads. He then soon flinched doe to his injury.

"I love you" he chuckled.

"Love you too, ya pansey" I smiled, "come on, the other must be dying to see if I'm ok or not."

He nodded and we both got up. Hand in hand we made our way down to the foyer. There Atreus was waiting with the others. He looked like we went to Helheim again. He lifted his head to see me.

"Flash! You're ok!!" He raced up and hugged me.

"Told ya I would be, I hope I didn't scar ya too badly"

"Not too much, but I fixed my mistake with Father, nothing to worry about now" He smiled.

"I'm glad" I smirked and ruffled his hair with my new arm.

"Woah...cool arm..." He gasped.

"I'll tell you more about it later, Kiddo" I winked and saw Brok trudging our way with something in hand.

"Fixed y'er daggers! Figured you'd want something less f**cked up since it's touched by that taint-stained prized show pony" Brok handed me new daggers made from my scales.

"Thanks Brok"

"Figured you want'a match your new accessory ya' gave us a scared about! Don't ever do that again!" Brok huffed.

I laughed then turned to Kratos. He looked at me like he had a plan.

"I know that face...you have a plan, Kratos" I put a hand on my hip.

"A simple one...Since Heimdall not only wants to kill my son but people I considered family... there's nothing better than a fair trade" He grunted.

"and what's that?" I smirked evilly

"An Arm for An Arm"

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Hey everyone sorry it’s been awhile since I have posted. Just wanted to update everyone…

I’m engaged!

I proposed to my now fiancée and it’s just such a big change!

Now that’s out of the way I plan to continue writing all of my fics and requests until my fingers bleed!

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Chapter 8 ~ Frozen Heart

"Well, my dear lady, I would say, all our efforts have finally brought this utopia to life. Who'd have thought that our home could learn rebirth like the phoenix and quite literally become even greater, from nothing but a foundation of ashes and chaos - Quite literally speaking." Hermes had his arm around his wife's shoulders, as they both sat at the edge of the tallest peak in Olympus, watching down over the country they provide providence over, and its lovely people. "I am really proud of the way our home has become." the graceful fairy-like lady wearing a grass-green dress of a thin, almost sheer material, embroidered with shiny gold, was swinging her legs idly down the cliff. "It truly has become a home in all sense, for both deities and mankind." she agreed, flashing him a dazzling smile that left his heart melting. "That is good to hear! You have lived enough resenting and dreading this place and its people. About time it becomes a welcoming haven for everyone." the man hummed playfully, allowing himself to fall on his back, on the soft grass. "Does that mean you won't leave anymore?" "O, Hermes, if only that I could stay here and feel my heart whole and honeyed." she looked back past her shoulder, at the pouting man. The many years spent together made him fall in love even deeper with the beautiful being in front of him. Still, he sighed. "If only that you could, my darling shining star. If only that you could." he smiled, reaching his hand and pulling her towards him. Katrina hummed in amusement, towering over his laying self, propping herself up on her elbows, her scarlet hair like the most vibrant azaleas and softer than the rose petals swaying and caressing his relaxed visage. "Will your heart ever be able to forgive me, my friend?" her slender hand gingerly cupped his face. "I could never bring myself to resent you, no matter what you did, my sweet lady. I love you far too much to ever truly hate you." looking into his kind eyes, Katrina leaned down and stole a sweet, gentle kiss. "You will always have a special part in my heart, Hermes. Wherever I go, you will forever be with me, as the kindest and most loving husband that any woman would be luckiest to have in her life. I should have been the Goddess Queen instead of Hera - It seems like the two of us are amongst the very select few who actually have a happy and darling marriage, don't you think?" she bemused, feeling the man kiss her back. "You will always be my Queen, Kitty-Kat." the man whispered. "Before you leave - Will you honour me with a keepsake? Like you gave that Spartan of yours?" "O, Hermes~. Ever the romantic." straightening her back, she placed her hands under his own and brought them together, and with a gentle, green light, from between his hands, a beautiful crimson flower with velvety petals bloomed before his very eyes, and was glowing golden with the Sun's rays. "It can only wilt if mine own life ends. So, I'd wager, it will be protecting you for quite a long time." "Will I be seeing you again, my love?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with hope and unshed tears. "I do not know where and what life has in store for me... But I will be feeling your presence, as long as you still have this flower. I will never leave you alone. You are mine, and I am yours - That is what we have vowed on our wedding day, have we not?" Hermes took her hand and kissed her long, thin fingers, before reaching into his pocket and coming up with a luxurious golden arm bracelet in the shame of a snake, with sparkling emeralds as eyes, the same hue of her own. "It used to belong to some human Queen, I heard. I just thought it would suit you better. I don't have any special power that will allow me to create something for you to remember me by, but my Caduceus staff has two snakes... You and I... It is only fair that I give you half of the pair." "Then you better make another one for you to wear by the time I return. Couldn't have a single snake without its pair, yes?" Katrina put the swirling arm bracelet on the opposite arm, as the other was still adorned by the bracelet left legacy from Kratos' mother upon her death. "Safe travels, my darling sunshine. May the guiding winds allow you a swift and facile journey towards that Spartan of yours. And don't worry about our home, we will take good care of it." he dared not raise from the ground he lay - He wanted to stare at her for as long as he could, and hold onto his heart before it would shatter indefinitely - And then, he wanted to stare at the gentle Sun and remember her bright, warm presence and her kind, nurturing love. "Be well, Hermes - You, and all of our friends. May you find happiness and have wisdom and tenderness by your side at all times. I hope good fortune will never leave you and our home. Farewell, my darling." he dared not say any farewell nor a goodbye - He simply couldn't bare the thought that he will never see the woman he loves so much... Alas, she was never destined to be his own soulmate, the same as she was his. It has always been that Spartan, and he was well aware of that. He did it with his own hand... Teased himself with many good years by her side... But he couldn't find himself to regret any of his decisions. The time spent with her had turned into the sweetest years he's ever lived. It had been all worth.

And for the many following moons turned, Hermes looked up at the clouds passing by lazily, and he relaxed by the edge of the tallest cliff. Instead of picking up intricate shapes into the formless puffs of white floating by, he found his mind drifting away, to his darling wife. Where would she be going, he wondered? Would she not feel any cold, going through lands further away? Did she pack any of her dresses with her? Perhaps a cloak, to shield her from the rain? She always hated getting soaked, after all. Or, perhaps, some boots so her golden sandals - HIS winged, golden sandals, in fact - Wouldn't get muddy. Well, haven't been his own in enough time, anyway. At least they had adjustable sizes.  But if it were hot, and she had to walk through sand and endless deserts, would she have a hat to protect herself against the Sun? In fact - Would she even need any of this, save for the bothersome inconveniences? They were Gods after all, not humans, weathered away by the harsh climate and the nature's caprices. The Goddess of Nature couldn't be broken by the very creation that she creates.

Most of all, he wondered - Would she be fine, all alone, in this vast world? Katrina hated being alone. She was always most miserable when she found the whole world against her. It had been only little Anteros, with his butterfly wings, who loved her first and became her most intimate friend - And then Aphrodite and Eros followed soon after, with Hebe and Psyche. Hestia too, and even Hecate. Artemis and Apollo weren't too bad either, he pondered.  Ah, if only he had been smart enough to stay by her side from the time they were children - To truly stay by her side, and turn away any ill talk that belonged in the dung pit. He had missed far too many important years which he'll never get back. But hopefully, she will find Kratos soon, and she won't feel alone anymore. Their bond should facilitate their meeting, or so she claimed. He dearly hoped it was going to happen the way she wishes.

How many years passed since Katrina and Kratos parted, it was unclear - Time for the immortal beings of the world passed at an indefinite quantum. What for a God counts as the blink of an eye, for humans, ten generations come to pass, from old to new. As one stuck in a cacophony of logic and power between his mortal past and his Godly present, he chose to live without any label for himself - He was just a man, and nothing more - One who has known grief, and mourn and loss, and wrath and vengeance plenty, but some euphoria and bliss on the intimate side... Yet even in the harshest parts of the world where the wind was frozen and Kratos learnt what snow truly was, he had found himself a husband once more, to a wonderful woman, as beautiful and ordinary, without any kind of magic, just like Lysandra, and she has gifted him with a bundle of love and joy in the form of a baby boy that he named Atreus. Faye wanted to name him Loki - But how could he accept, when no matter how much he tries, he cannot sever to roots to his home - To Greece, and least of all, to his beloved Sparta? Atreus, the man once second in command of his army, his most loyal and trusted brother in arms... The one who died to save his country and his people, the brave Atreus.

He wonders how his home is, and all the Gods and humans he left behind - After so many years, has his country returned to its former glory? Knowing the ambition and perseverance of the Goddess of Creation, it was no doubt, she was going to make everything surrounding her flouring as beautiful as she was. A, Katrina, his forever love, the one to whom his heart and soul are bound to. He wondered, if they ever cross paths again, if she would feel betrayed that he had created another family, without her. He doubted she would be saddened or disappointed - After all, she herself told him to find his happiness, no matter in what form it is - And for goodness' sake, how many tens and tens, or perhaps centuries of end have there been since he's last gazed into those emerald eyes of hers, the way he did when he was standing above her, in the violet silks of Aphrodite? He missed her so, and now, with the tragedy befalling him once more, he missed her even more.

Why were fates so cruel to him, as to rip away another woman beloved from his life? Has he not been living enough torment? Had he not redeemed himself plenty already? Why must Faye be the one whose life ends, whilst a monster like himself is still forced to walk the earth endlessly? Atreus is eleven years old already... Such a frail age for a child to watch his mother perish before his eyes. Atreus is different from the way he was as a child... He is shy and timid, even more so than Calliope was. In fact, Calliope had always been so attached to him, and whenever he was allowed to get home after a military conquest, she would cling onto him and insist on sleeping with him, afraid that, should she awaken, he will have disappeared already. His sweet Calliope... She was such an easy child to understand... Or, perhaps, the times have changed... Generations grow apart, and Atreus was brought up more by his mother, a North-woman through and through, though gentle and kind, and she gave him a proper education in all things concerning his intellectual skills.

He was a bright boy, even for his age. And though he could never understand the use of such skills in a land like this, where they had to hunt to survive - Such a solitary place, surrounded by no other people, and no markets or bazaars to buy whatever thing, or have social constructs such as theaters for the actors or debates for the philosophers or politicians, or watch painters at their work, or architects creating pillars and temples, agoras, or intricate statues - Or perhaps simply listen to songs and orchestras... In a land where the only way to survive is to kill game and harvest the land and trees, what was the use of any other skill, if there was no one to share the information with?

Kratos knelt by the tree marked with a golden hand print, and he embraced it solemnly, for just a short moment - He had placed his own hand over it, feeling Faye's presence for the last time, before allowing himself to raise, and with the axe with which he was once attacked, he brought the white tree down. As the tree fell to the ground, he put back the axe in its hold and extended his arm to raise the tree - Yet he stopped, as he watched the end of the wrapping bandaging his forearm slipping and swaying gently with the breeze. He felt his heart stopping - Was it a sign? Was this destiny's way of reminding him of his wretched past, and that he is not forgiven? That he is fated to forever live in torment?

No. Kratos killed the Fates who dared toy with him and his beloved. With a frown, he grabbed the wrapping and tied it back in place. "I found some." he heard Atreus' soft, boyish voice call out to him. "Get in the boat, boy." he gruffed at the child, not even looking back at him. He bent down and carried the on his shoulder to the boat, where they prepared to return towards his new home, a small yet cozy wooden cabin. But any place was home for him, if he had his family. "Father?" he heard the boy call out. "Did something change? The forest feels... Different now." he was a sensitive young man. "Everything is different, boy." he answered. "Try not to dwell on it." "Yes, sir." the young one nodded immediately.

Once they reached the shore, the child perched the boat whilst he carried the tree log. The forest was beautiful, he thought. Katrina would love the look of it, save for the cold that might feel harsh for her. She may be a Goddess, but she was not used to this. A frail woman brought with nothing but luxury - Who knows how she'd get used to such things. Kratos started chopping the log, allowing the child to say his last farewells to his mother... To Faye... As she lay there, wrapped ceremonially, to the traditions of Norsemen, wrapped with vines and rope, and decorated with coloured leaves and flowers of. Around her, candles that the child lit, as he wept. "She's ready" Atreus sniffed, quickly wiping the tears that kept streaming down his face, once he heard the doors open widely, announcing the arrival of his father. Kratos dared step in front of the neatly wrapped corpse of his late wife, and he gazed down at where her face would be - His heart ached desperately. "Find your way home." he muttered. "You're free." as he picked her up in his arms for the last time, towards the pyre made out of chopped tree logs that bore the mark of the golden hand print. With the use of a stone and the blade of the axe that once belonged to Faye, he created sparks that lit aflame the pyre, and the corpse of his wife with it.

In a moment of suddenness, as Kratos' mind was fixated on the flight of the blazed butterflies that the fire immolating her copse created, meaningful memories that changed his heart and mind flashed before his very eyes, for just a split second, before the child rushed towards the body and snatched something - It was the burning dagger that was laid where her hands would have been. He apologised as he dropped the searing hot metal. Silly boy, the father thought, kneeling by his side and holding his hand, using some snow to alleviate the pain generated by the burn. "Squeezed." he told him, before using one of his own wrappings to tie his hand. "This knife..." he picked it up. "Was hers." he offered it to the child who was barely able to look up into his eyes. "And now it is yours." the boy used his undamaged hand to pick it by the handle.

Faye had taught him how to hunt, but Kratos had to test the child and his abilities. The journey to the top, where they were to scatter Faye's ashes, was a dangerous one, filled with threats and perilous climbs and drops, ice and frozenness everywhere they went. He was proud of the boy's ability to shield, though he was young and reckless, and lacked any bit of discipline, proven by the way he aimless fired his arrow when he was just a few feet away from the majestic deer with antlers like blue crystals, scaring it away, causing it to keep its guard up. He couldn't believe himself for allowing his composure to slip, even for a little second - His tone was raised - He didn't mean to yell like that at the child. He tends to forget that he's not a Spartan, nor should he change his caring methods to the tormenting ways that he had grown with... But fear of losing the only person left alive that he loves more than anything in this world was overwhelming him and any sense of reason.

Still, until they get close enough to the deer, he'd keep the bow confiscated. He couldn't risk the reckless boy's life. Somewhere along their hunt, they found some kind of mural, or a small Jotnar shrine, painted in natural colours of blue and gold and silver. The child was educated and he knew stories and old happenings from tales heard from his Mother. Two Celestial wolves running around and eating the Sun and Moon, the catalyst of Ragnarok. He didn't wish to hear any more about Gods, nor Deicide. He's had enough of that.

Once they found the deer again, he returned the bow to the child and spoke to him in a gentle, fatherly voice, instructing him of what to do - And, most of all, to not allow himself to think of the animal as a living being, but as a target. He was sensitive, and full of empathy, and more, he loved animals so much - Just like Calliope and her little fox... Atreus released the arrow and hit the mark perfectly - He jumped in happiness and smiled at his father. "I did it!" he chirped before sprinting towards his target... Only to find the majestic creature still alive, and in agony. The two knelt by the great animal's side, and Kratos instructed his son to take his knife out. "Finish what you've started." he had to get used to it. To close his heart to it. He may have gone hunting with his mother for so long, but when he'll be left all alone in the world, to fend for himself, how will he survive, if his mercy for animals goes beyond his salvation and he starves to death? Moreover, he must learn that a quick, mercy death is better than allowing an innocent soul to suffer long and agonising minutes, or hours, as the end result was the same. Death awaited them all.

"I... I can't..." the child was trembling softly, yet his hands were even worse, though their grip on the handle was so tightly clenched that they became white. Wordlessly, Kratos gingerly put his own hands over his son's and guided the knife towards the jugular, impaling the deer for a swift and sure death. He wasn't happy to teach his son about taking a life, nor did he want to know how a sensitive soul suffers, feeling the dying convulsions of torment before the end of living. Atreus took his hands off the knife and just stared, traumatised, at the sin he had committed, all for his own selfish desire to... Eat. "I-...." Atreus looked up at his father, with the terrified and sorrowful eyes of a weeping heart - He's seen such tormented eyes plenty of times - So often, that he couldn't bare to see them gleaming with tears anymore. But the boy couldn't find any comfort, nor the courage, in trying to speak to his father. It was his mother that he was close to, and it was his mother that made an effort to understand him. Not him. Not Sir.

Kratos turned his head towards his son, seeing him hesitant, and upset, looking down at the deer and the bloody spot surrounding the knife. He dared raise his hand, extending it towards his shoulder... Only to retract it. Atreus didn't wish for his comfort, nor did he feel comfortable in the company of his father - Kratos was well aware of that. Because of his tough upbringing and laconic socials, he appeared unapproachable and unloving. If only the boy could understand that he would die for him. If only he could understand that he loves him more than anything in this world - That he's the most precious being in the world - HE is his whole world. Instead, he returned the knife to him.

The moment had ended when a gigantic arm appeared out of nowhere, attempting to steal not only the deer, but to harm them also - Kratos was able to pull his son away and bring the colossal troll into the open, ready to decimate the monster. He was able to disarm it and climb on the back of his neck, bringing it down by the horn and completely snapping it, rendering the attacker dead. The deed was done, and the troll was dead. From the side of the field, Kratos heard a childish yet raw war cry and watched Atreus use the knife to mutilate the carcass of the beast from the internal rage. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!" he shrieked, cutting aimlessly into its skin. Kratos frowned - This won't do. He was letting his emotions get the better of him - If this was a battlefield, and only the forest knew what dangers they were to face whilst reaching the mountains, he couldn't trust that Atreus wouldn't lose himself in his rage and childish frustrations, and make such a monumental mistake based on baseless recklessness that even his father would be unable to save him from. "Boy." Kratos called out to him, but the child only shrieked even louder. "THINK I'M AFRAID OF YOU?!" he was losing himself in his blind wrath so much that he almost fell to the ground, coughing and panting weakly. "YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME!" he returned to his savage slashing. "Boy, look at me!" Kratos called out again, crouching next to Atreus grasping him by the shoulders to get his attention. "Look at me, boy! Boy! Boy, look at me!" the father kept repeating, times and times, to calm the child down and cease the meaningless anger. Finally, the boy's body relaxed, and it fell lax in his father's arms, as Atreus panted heavily. "We DID it." he looked completely unfocused and out of it.  "You are not ready." the hunt was a complete disaster. Even after the end result, the child didn't understand why he wasn't ready. It wasn't his hunting skills that were lacking, but his lack of discipline and understanding of his own self. He had much to learn.

The way back home was a silent and uncomfortable one. Once they reached the cabin, Faye's body had completely turned to ashes, and it was up to him to collect them and store them into a pouch. He cradled it in his hands dearly - The last remainder of his dear wife. But he couldn't allow himself to mourn externally for too long. He had a child to care for. The child was pitifully sitting on his bed, mumbling and protesting about his father's judgement, uncaring of the implications brought by his own lack of self-control; Though when he tested the child again, he fell to the ground, tripped and blinded by his own rage, and he coughed again. 

The moment was painfully interrupted by a roaring sound echoing deeply above the cabin, followed by a knock on their door - It meant trouble, the father realised, urging Atreus to hide underneath the floor.  After countless years, Kratos did not expect, in no man's land, to be forced to fight again, because of a being similar in power to a God. His world was never going to know peace and calm. A deity-like man who taunted him into becoming violent to the point of murder. He had to fight until they destroyed everything in their path and created craters wherever they hit, and he broke the stranger's neck. He was not ready for this journey... He, nor Atreus... He felt so lost... So alone... He didn't know how to go through this without Faye... Without Katrina... One dead, the other far, far away... With no guidance from the only hopeful light he had in life... How will he know how to proceed? Against his better judgement, he had to take Atreus with him on the journey to the mountain.

"I have never eaten berries so sweet before. I suppose even cold wastelands like this one have their advantages." the woman hummed, walking idly north - Always north - the snow scrunching underneath her golden sandals. "Still, raspberries are my favourite forest berries. Can't change my mind." whenever alone for too long a time, she found herself speaking out loud to herself. What else was she to do, to avoid growing mad with seclusion? She admired with a warm heart the fantastic landscapes, and how different the trees are, compared to those back home, and the vast lakes and the forests, and there is snow and freezing ice everywhere. Wooden buildings everywhere, and no big cities or large societies that she's encountered, only scattered, modest cabins here and there.

And then, the woman's body stopped abruptly, a shiver going down her spine. She smirked. "Ah, I see, no wonder. You were hidden away by a protective barrier that broke." Wonderful. She was no longer lost. With a hand raised, she unleashed a liana and brought herself up to another level of the mountain, until she reached a nice enough view. From up here, she could see trees glowing golden with some kind of ancient magic - It was kind and loving, she could feel its warmth. A pure kind of magic that was meant to protect. The area wasn't as big as she expected - Had Kratos found someone dear to him, and they wished to protect him? That would be lovely. 

Looking to the other side, however, she saw a small cabin that seemed to have been recently damaged - And next to it, to a limited perimeter, the nature was completely destroyed, as though a natural calamity had taken place in a single, concentrated spot, and only that. She smirked wider - She found the trail she had been looking for, for years now. She picked up the pace and ran down the mountain side, jumping from cliff to cliff to like a mountain goat, until she noticed two people walking, one very tall and well built, and very much bald - That was her target - The other, far smaller, possibly smaller than herself - It looked like a child. Was this his child, she wondered? Before she could rush to confront them, the boy ran ahead to pass a wooden bridge, only for the planks to fall. The man ran to rescue the boy, only for them to fall into a pit - Thankfully, it was a small drop. She can help.

Kratos could hear soft, eerie giggles resounding through the place, like a siren ready to bewitch him. As he stood up from the fall, and help his son out, he looked up at the large gap created by the ruined bridge, and he could not believe his eyes - Like a mirage, a perfectly safe bridge was in its place, and descended from the cliff and landing next to them, was a green stairway made out of grass, musk, vines and tree bark. He could feel the air from his lungs dissipate, as though he had been punched in the diaphragm - Could it be...? Could it? But... Where was she...? "Where did this come from? Do you think it's safe?" he heard his son ask. Kratos reticently stepped next to the stairs and dared to touch it - It felt soft, velvety, and slightly humid. If this was a mirage, Atreus wouldn't be seeing it... So... How...? "It is safe." though the boy already bolted up, Kratos daren't. He was too afraid to face whatever awaited him once he reached the last step. Was she there, or was she not? And - Which side hurt less? Being teased with an illusion, or finding her after so long, and seeing her pained expression once she realises that he has a new child, with another woman? "Father, there's a lady here!" his heart was beating so fast, he sprinted up the stairs, and upstairs, he saw the silhouette of a woman wearing nothing but her usual, grass-green dress, thin and revealing - She had the longest curtain of luscious scarlet hair that he's ever seen, filled with flowers of all kinds and colours, and she was sitting on the edge of the cliff, dangling her feet aimlessly - The same as long ago, when she appeared out of thin air, at the Temple of Atropos, the oldest of the Sisters which cursed both of their lives. 

Once she's heard his heavy foot step on the ground, she lazily leaned back her head, and greeted him with a wide smile. Neither of them knew how to put into words the excitement and love they felt glancing into each other's eyes. It felt unreal, though their souls knew it was reality. Kratos could see her dazzling smile widen, and he heard her melodic voice that soothed all of his woes. "Do you fancy yourself a philosopher? Plato? Socrates?" the man rose his eyebrow, bewildered by the nonsensical question. "I am inquiring as to why you are wearing a raccoon around your neck." his hand instinctively rose to his beard, stroking it with a frown. "You make as little sense as always." he grunted, kneeling by her side and offering her his hand and helping her stand. Her eyes were wide, and sparkling with happiness. "You have grown old, Kratos." she hummed, playfully. "You have a lot of wrinkles... You grew a beard... Well, you've grown more muscles too. And... Your voice has gone so deep and... Sage! I almost don't recognise you! My, what centuries away from home did to you!" she laughed at him, easy-going, only to see the man lean towards her ear and mumble that the child doesn't know anything about his Godhood. "Forgive me!" she whispered back. "Are you done judging my appearance?" the girl gasped in shock, like an actor in a drama. "My, Aphrodite would have my head if I dared such sacrilege! I daren't! In fact - Although very different, I think it will grow on me. You do seem far... What is the right word here... Ah, yes - Healed." Kratos looked down - He has healed, and he has been broken, times and times again, in a repeated cycle that will never end.  "Father, do you know her?" the girl twirled towards him.  "What a handsome young man we have here - What is your name, little one?" the boy was, indeed, shorter than her. "Atreus." it was his father's voice that answered. "Atreus..." Katrina muttered that name with nostalgia and melancholic. "It is a name for a strong man, young one. It is a name with heroic legacy - The name of a man who served as the commander of the Army from your father's homeland. This man protected his homeland and his people from any force that dared threaten them. He was intelligent and witty, and very strong and trustworthy. I am sure you are going to live up to the legacy." as the woman patted his head, little Atreus looked down and blushed. "Katrina." Kratos called out to her, his hand placed over her shoulder, but with the child there, he dared not speak anything of his past life or offer any kind of explanation - But he needn't. His eyes spoke plenty. "Fret not, my dear, I understand. I understand. It has been so long - I could never blame you. I am happy for you." his brows went up in surprise - Was she truly not unhappy? "Kratos - I mean it. I had Hermes. I had friends. I told you to do anything that would make you happy - And you did. You found yourself, and your peace. What else is there to wish for?" He grunted, looking at her. "Thank you." "It is almost peculiar hearing you being openly grateful. I truly love this new iteration of yourself." she teased him. "Where is she?" Kratos's gaze turned below, and with hesitant hands, he reached to his waist and took the pouch, showing it to her. Back home, they would entomb their deceased - Here, they were burning them - But she understood. She needn't explaining, she always understood. "So... This was the atrocious pang of agony I felt, as though someone impaled my heart. I am sorry, Kratos. I truly am sorry." Kratos didn't know how to reply, as he felt her tiny, slender arms around his body, holding him into an unexpectedly tight grip. His heart felt her own beating - At the same rhythm, of the same beat, at the same time. Their hearts became one, and their souls became cojoined. Putting back the pouch at his waist, he dared to embrace the darling Goddess of his dreams. "Never fear again, Kratos. I am here - And I will protect you. I will not leave you again."

Once they let go, the man nodded, grateful at the sentiment, and motioned for the two to walk ahead. He explained the painful purpose of their journey, and Kat couldn't help but feel so much pity for not only Kratos, but the poor child too. So young, yet already feeling the loss of his mother. There was so much that the two lovers wished to say to one another - But how could they? Katrina couldn't outright jump in his arms and kiss him all over his face, and tell him sweet words of tender love, for Atreus would hate her and think she was trying to replace his mother...And if Kratos even dared to soften his eyes when looking at the beautiful woman, and express how much he missed her, and how lonely and lost he's been without her, the young boy would resent his father forever, and alienate himself from him - After all, there was no one who could replace Faye. It was frustrating, and it was painful, being so close, yet so far, like the Sun and the Moon, fated never to meet in this life, or any other. Surrounded by people, yet ever lonesome.

The three walked along the crevasses of the mountains, with Kratos occasionally destroying and looting stashes and chests for important resources, and they reached another bridge similar to that which had broke under their weight - Only, this time, there was already someone there, with a large mount animal. This person was, uh... Not human, Kat realised. He was small and... With blue skin. Interesting specimen. Like his language. Vulgar and distasteful. Before the woman could go to the animal and communicate with it, see why it refused to cross the bridge, Atreus had already realised the problem, and urged his father to throw his axe towards the trees, as the animal was scared of whatever was there.

The two-legged mount rose to its feet, led by the young boy with the gentle heart. Brok, the blue skinned dwarf fell back in step to address the man about his weapon, claiming it was made by himself and his brother, and that he shouldn't allow anyone but them do upgrade work on it... Only to get slapped by the animal's tail. At first, Kratos didn't believe him - But once Brok offered proof of the rune on its grip, the brand that he and his brother used, the Spartan agreed to have the axe enhanced, as well as Atreus' bow, and their armor. She almost wished she could have something upgraded by this peculiar dwarf, however, she mostly used magic anyway, and there was little she could do to perfect an already flawless dress.

The monsters that once frightened the mount returned for revenge, however, and Kratos use the freezing axe to destroy them all, with brute strength and ease... But surprisingly, no more magic. Could he have lost all his magical powers gifted to him by the Gods and Titans, after having impaled himself with the Olympian Blade? "You left me to fight alone." Kat heard the man speak accusatory, as they walked through a mechanical gate, which he kept open by hitting the axe into a mechanism. "O, yes - Forgive me, Kratos. I was lost in my fascination with your new weapon and its ice powers." she smiled sheepishly, only to see him shake his head. "Not you. Him." he said pointingly. "People are one thing. Everything else, you fight, until I say stop, or we are dead. Understand? Pull your weight or we go home." quite the tough love, Kat realised, unwillingly remembering how gentle he used to be with Calliope. Well, she couldn't blame him. Calliope wasn't forced to join him in a perilous journey at a young age, though she was lucky enough to be alive... For as long as she did. Sweet Calliope, how she missed her, as though she was her own child.

They found themselves inside some kind of claustrophobic cavern filled with numerous and intricate spiky wall traps which served as nothing but temporary frights - The end of the cave was easily found, and they were rewarded with a spectacular mountainous view. Atreus was so giddy, he jumped on a tree stump to get a better landscape look. "Wow... Never been this close to the mountain before. Looks so big." he gasped, speechless. The young boy turned slightly towards his father, his tone turning melancholic. "I wish mum was here to see it." he turned back towards the snowy peaks.  Kratos looked down at the boy, his arm raising slowly, only to clench his jaw, hesitant, and look away. Kat smiled and snatched his hand in her own, slowly guiding it to sit on his child's shoulder. She gave him the courage and guidance he so desperately needed in kindling his bond with his own child. He needn't be so awkward and afraid all the time, poor man.

Atreus then turned and hopped off the trunk, walking ahead of the two, finding the way to advance forward. They reached a machinery that was solved with the aid of a riddle. 'As we are, we two, we three, as I alone can never be.' Kat has heard plenty of sinuous riddles, but this one was rather esoteric. Still, once Kratos turned a valve, a large plate wheel started turning, and they lined up the scribbles until they lit up and formed a word. Atreus translated it as - Family - The answer to the riddle. The child used the knife to draw the runes into the sand, and the plate rolled to the side, allowing them safe passage to the other side. Those runes seemed nothing like words though, yet they still intrigued the Olympian. Perhaps she will be able to learn their writings at some point.

On the other side, they found a marsh, surrounded by large rib-like obstacles, and in the middle, a large troll appeared. "May I have the honour of showing off?" Kat giggled. She allowed Kratos not a second to speak, as with the speed of Hermes and a spear materialising in her arm, she mockingly grinned at the beast. "Hi, there! Beautiful day to die, isn't it?" with a flick of her hand, she controlled the spear to impale itself through one of its eyes, going to the other side, and with another flick, she recalled the weapon through the back of its head, out the other eye. With a roar, the great troll stumbled, and fell right at her feet. "It is safe to come out." she waved cheerfully. The boy was the one to run to her side first, excited and stupefied at how easily she was able to defeat the troll, whilst his father and him took so long before.  "That was awesome! How did you do that?" he almost seemed to be jumping up and down from excitement. "Well, little one, what did I do indeed." she mused at him. "I suppose you could say I am... A witch." "Really? A witch? I've never seen one of those!" with a chuckle, Kat bent her waist to reach his level, and showed him the way she created a bright, glowing blue flower. "That was AWESOME!" "Here. It is the same shade as your beautiful eyes." she carefully placed the flower between his ear. "If you wish to keep it, it may have the property of keeping you safe. Your father can guarantee that." she chuckled, straightening up. "I'm so glad you appeared, Kat. Oh, sorry - Can I call you Kat?" he smiled with a guilty blush. "Of course you may. All my friends do. I believe you have that privilege by default." she patted his head, as he went on ahead. "Thanks for looking out for him. He's still young and... Very reckless." Kratos gruffed, stepping by her side, making sure the child was out of earshot. "My, my, sounds a lot like someone that I used to know. I wonder who." she grinned teasingly, earning a frown as a response. "I am here for you, Kratos. That means Atreus as well. I will care for him the same I did with Calliope." "Calliope was different. She listened to me. Atreus is stubborn. He was close to his mother, not with me." he seemed so... Sad. "Don't worry, my love. I am sure he will come around. Both of you need some help in learning how to properly communicate and bond with one another." with a quick look in the boy's direction, she got on her tippy toes and stole a kiss from the man before walking ahead. From behind her, she heard a soft chuckle of amusement. "I'm glad you're here."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: God of War (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kratos & Original Male Character(s) Characters: Kratos (God of War), Original Characters, Mimir (God of War), Freya (God of War) (briefly mentioned) Additional Tags: Post-Game(s), Post Ragnarok, Brief Mention of Parental Death, Animal Death, kratos getting a break, strangers to homies to lovers, no beta reader we die in battle, Tags Will Update As Story Progresses, mimir knows whats gonna happen but wont say, id be rich if i got a nickel every time i wrote "kratos grunted" in this series Series: Part 2 of Meet Me in the Woods Summary:

“Anders. You are fishing?” Kratos stood where the ground met the weathered wood of the dock and watched the fish in the bucket. “I am, care to join me? Unless you have other business to attend to of course.” Anders invited Kratos, hoping that they could get to know each other a bit. Kratos grunted pleasantly and crouched down next to the younger man. “What of the meeting, Kratos?” Mimir finally piped up in the presence of Anders, startling the young man who was unsure of where the voice had come from. “They will miss us today.” Kratos almost seemed to bark back to Mimir, this behavior was strange indeed, not the sass, but the blowing off of major responsibilities for an acquaintance. Mimir didn’t know what to think.

Part 2 of Meet Me in the Woods is here! This one is gonna have a couple chapters to it :)

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #oc x canon #back on my bullshit #i am cringe but i am free

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i should also show you kind of a concept design of my somewhat god of war oc: meet little hnoss!

in norse mythology, hnoss is one of freya's daughters whose father is named odr - a name which one of its meanings is "the angry one" (sound familiar? ehe). so here, she is the daughter of kratos and freya.

hnoss is roughly near atreus' age in gow 2018. she's a bit shy and soft-spoken, rather to be more close to her family - especially to her parents whom she loved very dearly. despite her quietness, she inherits both of her parents' rage (it's debated whether it is mostly from her father or her mother) if you happened to make her angry. either way you're fucked if you did lmao (don't make her cry either! again, have you seen her parents?)

she's also born with a birthmark on her head that's similar to her father's tattoo as she shows it with pride. she even has his eyes.

that's all i can show you about her vhjvvbkjsbvvhj. here's also some lil doodles of her too! i just love her already

#warflower baby!!! #would try to draw more of her if i could #a precious little bean must protect #hnoss #kratos x freya #warflower #god of war #gow oc #oc #my art

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I thought it would be fun to try and make fake Codex pages for Valki in the POV of her family and a bonus of her thoughts on Heimdall. >:]

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