#Kratos x Freya

[enjinia000]

The Goddess Freya. Another favorite of mine, ironically I love her and her brother. They’re my favorite characters in the game!🙂

So, I’m going to be going on Hiatus for awhile since my college courses begin this week and I really need to focus.

[mel-kusanagi]

that flower favor in a nutshell be like:

a silly doodle made by me

[popcorndispenser]

News just in: local man who singlehandedly dismantled an entire pantheon and doomed his known world, now found vaguely flustered by the prospect of seeing the bare chest of a woman who hates him (he's meant to be treating her injury)

Context

[admdiamond]

he want his drip back

[radnightdelusion]

Kratos in Valhalla:

[judy-70]

gow modern au - freytos exercise together (and other stuff) :)

[savageymir]

Beefcake of a man who killed your son to save your life vs shitty abusive ex husband

[upn-the-sky]

Kratos after Valhalla

Okay, in post canon I wish for one thing.

I wish Kratos start to slowly returning to his roots after many sessions of therapy in Valhalla. I mean in a good way, not to his trauma, but to his ancestry.

In Ragnarok he had allowed himself to speak about Greece, when it is safe. But in Valhalla he got nearly in a full contact with his homeland. With his memories, with his mother tongue. With his spartan-self.

I mean he denied his greek origin for the hundres of years, not only as an olympian god, but as a man of his culture, because he saw only what he has lost back then and what he has destroyed with his own arms. He was agree to become a foreigner without a name and a past, but his homeland always was a part of him. Hidden and revealed by the Lady of the Forge when she crafted Draupnir for him.

I kinda see Norse saga as his personal journey of reconnection with his descent.

From complete closeness about his origin to sharing his memories one by one about the food, about the literature, about Sparta. To using spear - the first weapon he learned in his life as a Spartan. To facing and LIVING his memories of Greece directly in Valhalla.

And I wish to see him going further and further.

Red chitons or cloth around his hips instead of a trousers. Golden meanders at his clothes, which he embroidered or paint by himself. Bare feet, sandals. Playing flute of lyre he made. Evenings with telling the myths (shock-content about Olympians). Spartan war dances among his friends and teaching Freya to dance it with him.

That would be beautiful... 😭

[bladesofkyber]

God of War: Ragnarök Vanadís

[saucywendeee]

After thoroughly washing her hair, Freya realizes how little she took care of it throughout the years. Luckily, Kratos has impeccable timing. 

[kidcataldo]

I ship freya and kratos but not in a “I killed your son, get over it so we can fuck” kind of way

But in a “it’s 10 years later, you’re now my close friend and I know you about as well as I know myself and hmm, these feelings I’m having for you are… conflicting”

[enjinia000]

Comic dump #3

Gosh, it’s been such a long time since I’ve drawn anything to be honest.😅

Well, let’s change that. The DLC was something else, I very much enjoyed it. It’ll be interesting to see what happens next for Freya and Kratos since they are sharing power over the realm. Now that he’s admitted he “values” her…

[mel-kusanagi]

as long as she's happy, so does kratos 🥰

a lil part 2 of the ring short comic i did a few days ago. now with mimir!

[kittyparr]

psst... warflower gang I have learned something

it's pretty much accepted if Kratos and Freya have any more children they have daughters, Hnoss and Gersemi... but did ya'll know Loki in the Norse myths had brothers? Me either.

This is from the Prose Edda, and hi?? So Atreus can have some little brothers now.

[admdiamond]

banished

[feathered-serpents]

I imagined a whole cutscene's worth of dialogue between Freya and Kratos after Freya gives birth to their twin daughters Gersemi and Hnoss. I needed to write it down to get it out of my head. Here it is if you want it

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Kratos and Freya traverse the river of Vanaheim after the birth of their daughters. Kratos is holding them at Freya’s request, as she steers the boat 

(Bit of dialogue as they are walking to the boat) 

Freya: Kratos? 

Kratos: Hm? 

Freya: Could you take them? 

Kratos: (silently looks at the twins and back to her)

Freya: I’d like to row the boat. 

Kratos: You are certain? 

Freya: Yes. 

(Kratos nods, and Freya hands him the twins. They set off. It is clear as Freya rows it is uncomfortable for her, having just given birth. Kratos watches, concern in his eyes, but he does not say anything. For a time they row in silence until finally Kratos starts speaking.)

Kratos: This land is your birthplace, it is called Vanaheim. It is the homeland of your mother. 

Kratos: My homeland is far, and it is gone… 

(Freya pauses for a moment, collects herself, Kratos watches her, he waits until she starts to row again before he continues speaking.)

Kratos: That is not the first story you should hear.

Freya: What are you doing? 

Kratos: Speaking to them. 

(Freya doesn’t say anything, just looks at him.)

Kratos: They must learn the sound of my voice. 

(Freya stays silent and looks to the water)

Kratos: Your homeland is tied to other lands. Many others. Among them is the homeland of your brother- 

Freya: There will be other times for them to learn your voice. 

(Kratos looks to her. Again she stops moving the oars, settling, taking another long breath. As the boat stops one of the babies starts to coo and cry. Instinctually, Freya looks towards them, then looks again down at the water as Kratos calms them.)

Kratos: You do not look at them. 

(Freya tries to row)

Kratos: Freya. 

(She still tries)

Kratos: Freya. 

(She finally stops, she looks at Kratos, but notably not at their children)

Freya: What?

(That hangs in the air for a moment, and when it’s past, Kratos says)

Kratos: What do you see?

(She keeps her eyes on him for a long time. Slowly, her eyes fall from his face, and to the twins in his arms. When they settle there, she starts to speak)

Freya: I see them one day playing in the grass of my childhood village, rebuilt, with the children of this new age. 

Freya: I see them in a world where they know no pain, no struggle, and in this world… Baldur guides them. 

Kratos: How does he guide them?

Freya: He teaches them histories. Magic. Secrets of Vanaheim. What I wish I’d given him. 

Freya: And then I know if he were here, he’d tear them from my arms and drown them in this river, and I know I did that to him. 

Freya: I want this, Kratos. I want this with you and yet…

Kratos: You are afraid. 

Freya: (nods) 

Kratos: If you hide from this fear, it will fester. You must feel it without becoming it. That is how you will defeat it. 

Freya: “Defeat…” 

Kratos: Yes.

Freya: What a choice of words from you. 

Kratos: There are battles we cannot turn away.

Freya: You are… the authority on that subject.

(Kratos nods. He leans towards her, holding the twins close to him, and says, gently)

Kratos: We are not our failures. 

(Freya smiles. She leans to meet Kratos at the center of the boat. finally looking down at the babies in Kratos’ arms. Carefully, he hands them to her, and she takes them. She holds them, carefully, a bittersweet look in her eye that slowly warms to a gentle one. She looks back up at Kratos, and she kisses him, they press their foreheads together and breathe.)

Kratos: I will row the boat now. 

Freya: (muffled laugh) Thank you.