#GOW victorian au

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OH OH WHAT ABOUT THIS ATREBODA AU I JUST CAME UP WITH because i'm currently listening to both delightful and brooding classical music. these strings are making me feel things. (bars 🔥)

victorian era england, a son of a working class man (kratos is either a blacksmith in this or does manual labor), walking in a park with his two dogs (speki and svanna! <3). he is there with his sketch book, the park is where he can find inspiration & draw in peace. suddenly he comes across a shiny pearl necklace. someone has lost this, but who could it be? he looks around and sees a young lady, a worried expression etched on her face. she is pretty, has her hair tied up, a fan in her hand, wearing a beautiful gown with bows and, by jove, pearl accessories! that must be hers!

or so atreus thinks. he has never talked to anyone of the aristocracy before, let alone be in the presence of them! but he works up the courage to ask her about the necklace in his hand. it's now or never. "e-excuse me, my lady... is this yours by any chance?"

she looks up, relief washing over her. "yes, it is! oh thank you so much for finding it! i thought i was done for..." it's a prized posession, the set angrboda has on is her mother's. she would have been heartbroken if she had truly lost it, but thnkfully there's a hero around. a lanky and akward hero, but that's not important. she then asks him to help her put the necklace on, which atreus does with shaky hands and shallow breathing (he tried desperately to hide his nervousness. but it worked!).

angrboda notices the sketchbook atreus has. she reveals that she loves to draw as well, she does it often in her free time! atreus feels happy to have find someone who shares the same interests as him, and they both sit on the bench. they talked to each other for a long time, quite animatedly too.

there's no evil stepmother in this story. there is, however, a bitter and misguided grandmother. gryla wonders where the girl has gone off to now. it is time for her singing lessons and preparations for the banquet. but she spots angrboda talking to a mere lower class boy. what is this girl doing? speaking/associating with the common folk? why is she adamant in becoming a laughing stock, like her mother was? her mother's union to her father shook the aristocratic world. it was only a miracle that gryla has gotten a second chance with angrboda. there is no way she will let her tarnish the family name. gryla must set up suitors for her, dukes, earls, barons, whoever it must be! all so she can forget all about that boy and not ruin her chance (even though she's in the wrong. very much so.)

DUN DUN DUUUUNN. TO BE CONTINUED. MAYBE.

PLEASE. ONTINEU THIS ANAON WDYDUUJHHHHGGGGG

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(Atreboda Victorian era AU) Okay I'm back. And I have my thoughts a bit more together now, those two previous asks were written by an enthustiastic young person 🥹 my fingers were shaking, I had to take breaks to kick my feet and giggle because I really, REALLY love this idea. i don't post on AO3 because I have beef with them BUT I DIGRESS; Let's continue where we left off, shall we?

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Upon seeing Angrboda talking to that... mere son of a blacksmith, whose hair resembled a half-eaten chestnut. A lanky young man with not a single sophisticated bone in his body, what could he possibly offer her granddaughter? Gryla knew she had to act now or risk being shunned by the very pillars of the aristocratic society. For eternity. She knew all too well about the consequences of love that challenges the rigid norms of the high society. Her son married a woman from another family, and even though Angrboda's mother was elegant in every way - she defied the social expectations of what it means to be a lady. She refused to be confined to the strict role. That meant humiliation for Gryla, as she remembered all the mocking sneers, scornful looks, and contempt from her peers.

And look at the both of them now... Six feet under. Beyond devastating incident, but was it all worth it? Damaging the family name, their reputation? Gryla cannot answer this, but what she does know is that she won't let Angrboda meet the same fate as her parents.

Although she looks at the young couple at the bench, talking loudly, with two slobbering dogs around them (Angrboda's gown is going to be ruined, it's gnawing at Gryla.) she wants to walk up to them, scold them, and forcibly take her granddaughter home but... She decides to let them be. For now. Gryla hurries back to the masion, trying to hatch a plan to secure a suitable match for Angrboda. There's the charming son of the haughty duchess, the marquess knows a wealthy viscount with many estates, and the baroness' ambitious nephew. Such prestige! This makes her confident in stopping Angrboda from consorting with the boy of the lower class.

Gryla sits down on the parlor chair, and commands the maids to bring her papers, pen, and plenty of ink. And a cup of tea. Writing these letters might take some time...

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Meanwhile, Atreus and Angrboda were still sitting on the bench, incredibly immersed in their conversation about artistic expressions. They also talked about their dreams and aspirations, and Atreus reveals that he wants to travel the world. What a coincidence, for Angrboda herself has always loved the idea to see the world. To see something else than the ancient mansion she's caged in!

Shared laughters, good humour, and the sheer excitement of finally being able to talk to a like-minded person made time go by very fast. Atreus was enchanted by the young lady's delightful personality, full of joy and radiance. Her brown eyes were warm, sweet, and so lovely. And Angrboda was captivated by his sincerity, his earnest smile, and heart that she feels like was indeed made of gold. She has never felt so exhilirated to meet someone who truly cares, someone who doesn't looks at status or class; but at their humanity.

But the time has flown by quickly. The sun is about to set, and Angrboda has to excuse herself. Whatever she's going to listen from her grandmother is not going to pretty, but it's not like she hasn't heard it all before... "Thank you so much for today, Atreus. I think this might be my favourite day I've had so far." she says while she smiles, standing up to smooth her gown.

"N-no, thank you! I mean, thank you, my lady for taking out the time to sit with me! You must have had a busy schedule. Yet you chose to forgo all of that..." Atreus scrambled to get up, closing his sketch book. Speki and Svanna standing on his sides, wagging their tails. Angrboda giggles and pets them both. "Trust me, Atreus. I would rather be here than with my grandmother. One day I will tell you all about... I promise."

Atreus nods in understanding. Suddenly, it's as if his body moves on his own. He has no idea where he got the courage from, but he takes Angrboda's hand and places a delicate kiss on it. Her soft hand lingered in his own.

The young lady blushed deeply and his her face behind the fan. She curtsied and bid farewell, walking quickly on her way home.

Now Atreus stood there for a while. Way until Angrboda was no longer in sight.

He jumped in joy and whooped in such a high volume, people around him thought he was going mad. But he didn't care. Speki and Svanna seemed to join in the celebration, the joy was infectious. He walked back to his house, singing and humming to himself. He can't wait to see her again. Well, she does want to see him again, according to her demeanour that is, so it's natural that they will meet once more.

Won't they?

enthusiasm by young person is literally the reason why this blog exists trust me i understand😭😭😭😭 SHE’LL BE FINE GRYLA 😢😢😢😢 HALF EATEN CHESTNUT IS DIABOLICAL LMFAOOOOOOOOOIO

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hi i'm the anon who sent the victorian era england atreboda au idea and wow!! i'm so glad you all liked it, thanks for the nice comments 🥺🖤🖤🖤 i'm gonna have to think how to continue this, but for now i can imagine angrboda's busy routine.

waking up early morning, because gryla comes in with maids whilst talking loudly and opening up all the curtains in her room, wearing a very heavy gown (petticoats on petticoats...), attending piano lessons 🎹 with a strict russian teacher, then it's tea time with people she doesn't care about (because they're all eccentric, arrogant, and gaudy), after that it's time for ballet practice 🩰 and the instructor is a little weird, but angrboda prefers her over the piano teacher actually.

there's also singing lessons 🎶 equestrian classes 🐎 painting (something she likes, but not when she is forced to draw the same thing over and over per the teacher's demands), etiquettes on how to be a proper lady (walking straight with books stacked on her head 📚), and of course lunch/dinner with the duke/duchess/marquise/countess/baroness whoever gryla invites for the day. the ladies often tell angrboda about their own sons, in hopes of piquing her interest in them. well, if their sons really want my hand then why don't they come see me themselves?! angrboda thought. and she was right. besides, how could she be interested in a fellow she hasn't seen or has no chemistry with?

angrboda doesn't want any of this in her life. it wasn't that she chose aristocracy, rather it was chosen for her. by her own grandmother. if only she could free herself from her own fate... will that day ever come?

my poor angrboda getting worked to the bone 😭😭 her freedom will come, yes? 🥺