#brok x mimir

[wafflesfan]

Just imagined mimir getting a new body and brok is the one to help to teach him how to walk,write,eat etc. again Teaching him how to function with a new body after so many winters without one and i be like

I mean its so funny and cute at the same time

[whackk-kermitt]

Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her? 

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!” 

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine. 

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone. 

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can. 

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

Not proof read.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[enjinia000]

Comic Dump #4

You could say this is a part 2 to Suspicious Takedowns and Tyr’s Jealousy (Odin). Maybe I’ll do a part 2 to the pollen one.

[ghibliwatcher]

If Kratos had a child who mostly draws | Kratos x teen reader (platonic)

God of War 4

He would always be curious to what you’re drawing, especially Mimir

Peers over your shoulder to see what you’re drawing this time (he’s praying that it would be him)

You would occasionally draw your family members every now and then, but you would mostly draw the environment surrounding you wherever you’re in

You and Atreus spend time with each other by drawing! (Literally just chilling at home and draw by the fire)

Atreus would try to draw you while you tried to do the same (he made you look goofy)

Whenever Kratos enters he would sometimes sees you and Atreus draw in silence

“[Name], Atreus, time for hunt—” Sees you and your brother drawing in your journals silently and looking focused

You would also draw Sindri, Brok, Mimir, and Freya too!

Sindri and Freya absolutely loves your work, while Brok huffs in pride that you drew him

Mimir will always be your number one model, since he can’t move around at all (it’s easy to sketch him too)

You also tried to draw your father smiling (which is a thing you can never look at ever again)

In short, Kratos enjoys seeing you draw. It brought comfort to him that you like to grasp the environment you’re in and settling that in your journal.

Whenever you’re sleeping, he sometimes steals your journal and looks at the sketches you’ve made

[arvolna]

So my friend and I were thinking about a headcanon where GOWR characters saw that I draw "anatomically focused" drawings of them. How would they react?

Kratos--would probably be used to people making statues of him? So he would say "Hmph."

Mimir-- "OOH... UHH... THANKS... LASSIE? UHH... Can you give this to... Sigrún?"

Freya--"Oh... Uhm... Pretty uhh... Accurate... Maybe try giving me some clothes?" would blushing red.

Freyr-- "OMG I'M A MUSE??? AM I YOUR MUSE??? oh and BTW you drew it small. Make it bigger" have you seen the statues of him? His uhh sword big.

Tyr--"Perhaps some meditation to... Uhh... Nevermind. But uh... You are good at what you do..." he would give a pat on the shoulder and leave

Heimdall--"You can't get behind the lie of 'anatomy focused' you know you like me. So tonight. Me. You. Himinbjörg. Don't be late."

Thor--"... I should lose some weight huh..." I would probably hug him and say that he doesn't need to.

Sif-- already killed me with her hair

Hildisvini-- "well... I appreciate the uhh imagination... Thank you. But uh... I prefer clothes" then respectfully leave

Also... The Huldra brothers + Lunda seeing the drawings

Brok: DAAAAAMN, SHORTIE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DRAW!

Lunda: OH AREN'T YOU A SMALL POCKETFUL OF TALENT! GOOD JOB! Hm. Kratos looks good and oh...freya..

Sindri: *vomiting in a corner* good drawing!

[puppeteerpoet]

Thinking about how angrboda spent her entire life thinking that she’s not a part of loki’s future because there was no prophecy about it and there was one right under her nose on Iði medallion…

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Five

Masterlist

The night had passed, without Atreus coming home.

You stayed with the group, waiting for the boy. But obviously, he wasn't return. There was no way he would have made it to Asgard. Is not it? Your gaze rested on Tyr. He spent all his time cooking and locking himself in his broom closet. When was he going to get his act together? You groaned, running your hands over your face. Maybe you had to accept the fact that your husband will never be the same again. Maybe you needed to turn the page and move on.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Kratos and Mimir talking. The Greek God of War entered the room, Mimir hanging from his belt.

"The Norns," Kratos began as he approached Freya. "You found them once. Could you do so again?"

"I could try, but…," Freya began, taking down her herbs to approach the small table. "I don't see how that would-"

"They are the Fates of these lands, are they not? I would know what they know."

“The Norns aren't very cooperative,” you said, approaching the two Gods.

"How can you know it?" asked Mimir perplexed.

"I found them too. And this meeting… wasn't exactly the most pleasant."

"As long as I find them," Kratos replied. “Where do we search?”

“Midgard,” Freya replied. "But if Atreus is in Asgard, there's no getting him back without an army. We should be raising one."

“Yes, nothing like a catastrophic war to improve the situation,” commented Tyr, who entered the room. "The boy seems quite capable, perhaps if you simply give him some time-"

"You are not free of blame here," Kratos cut in, turning to the Norwegian God of War. "You encouraged his foolishness, his… confusion. I do not seek war… but if Odin has stolen my son, do not doubt the lengths I will go to."

“Your nature has always been clear, Kratos…,” Tyr replied calmly before turning his attention to you and Freya. "But you, Freya… (Y/N)… war as a first resort? That's not the women I knew. I hope the Norns can give you the counsel you need. Perhaps mine is no longer of use here. "

Tyr walked away, followed quickly by Freya. Explaining that now was not the time to further divide. You slammed your hands on the small table, cursing under your breath. Tyr was serious? He dared to say that you were not the woman he had known. In rage, you threw the table against the wall. Breaking the furniture into small pieces. You heard Mimir ask you to calm down, but you didn't listen to him. You quickly approached Tyr and Freya. The Goddess quickly stood up upon seeing your nightmarish form. You were angry.

"You dare to say that I'm not the woman you knew?! You dare to say such a thing?! It's not me or Freya who have changed, but you. You are not Tyr. You don't A coward who hides in a broom cupboard, the Tyr that I know, my husband, wouldn't hesitate for a single second to take his weapons to go fight… you were terrified in front of a child who turned into a grizzly. You are the one who decided to go to Asgard when I asked you to stay with me. But no, you went to see Odin and this is the result. 'Besides, there are some things that bother me. You could have escaped from the Svartalfheim mine alone. There were no dwarves and no Einherjars. You could have escaped easily, without causing any harm. not have done it?”

Tyr looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to answer you. The others observed the interaction without saying anything

"There's something you're hiding from us, husband. I don't know what, but I have a feeling it's something we won't like," you say, moving closer to Tyr. “Are you really Tyr?”

"Of course!" Tyr exclaimed as he stood up, forcing you to step back. "You doubt me?"

“Everyone here doubts you,” you replied, gesturing to the others with a wave of your hand. "You may have had a peaceful journey in your youth. But that's no excuse to stop fighting for your beliefs. Even you were against Odin before. Is he manipulating you right now? moment?"

"What?! No!" he replied, stepping back.

“Why are you running away?” you asked, watching as Tyr walked towards the broom closet door.

"I'm not running away! I…I need to be alone," he said, locking himself in his 'room'.

Silence reigned supreme. You took a deep breath, returning to your normal form. Your gaze rested on your comrades. Nobody spoke. Mimir was the first to break the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

"What? Are you going to tell me I'm too hard on him?"

"No, daughter. Far from it. I think he needed to hear it. I'm worried about you… are you okay?"

“Do I have a choice?”

Freya left her seat, approaching you. She placed her hand on your shoulder, advising you to go and rest. She, Kratos and Mimir were going to take charge of searching for the Norns. You nodded, moving away from the group to go and settle in the room that Sindri had set up for you to sleep in. You sat down on the makeshift bed, taking your wedding ring out of your purse, looking at it attentively.

Protection.

Strength.

Love.

His runes which represented Tyr no longer made any sense. Protection, he was no longer capable of protecting anyone. Force, he refused to use it. Love, you preferred not to think about it.

You shook your head, putting the wedding ring back into your purse. You could no longer understand Tyr and it made you more and more angry. You didn't even want to look at him anymore. You sighed, leaning your head against the wall when someone knocked on your door. You left your bed, going to open the door for none other than Tyr.

“Sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, nervously running his hand over the back of his neck. “Can we…can we talk?”

You looked at Tyr perplexed. You felt your stomach twist with unease at the sight of him. You swallowed, moving away from the door to sit on the makeshift bed. Tyr entered the room, closing the door behind him. Because the ceiling was lower, he was forced to remain bent over and had no choice but to sit on the floor to be more comfortable. Several minutes passed without any of you saying a single word. You continued to play with your ring nervously, ignoring the looks your husband was giving you. You sighed, putting your wedding ring back in your purse.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you said, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall.

"Yes… I… I wanted to apologize for what happened when Atreus turned grissly and fled. I was just thinking about your safety and I… didn't think more than that,” Tyr explained.

"You also have some responsibility in this story. I point out to you that you also encouraged Atreus in this direction by telling him about the champion of the Jotnars. Why did you do such a thing?" you asked harshly.

"I think… I had hope that Odin would finally be put out of harm's way. That we would finally be at peace and free from him."

"By a child? Hm! Since when did you become so naive? The Tyr I knew would never have sent a child into the den of the wolf. All he risks is being tortured or else kill."

"Odin does not seem to wish the boy any harm."

"What? Are you serious?!"

“(Y/N)… We've been apart for so long… I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, (Y/N). passed. After what Odin did to you… your wings, your parents, the Valkyries and my confinement, I only dreamed of one thing, finding you, holding you in my arms. arms, kissing you, making love to you, I missed you so much, my love.

As he spoke, Tyr brought his face closer to yours to kiss you. But, to his surprise, you turned your face away, making Tyr kiss your cheek and not your lips. Tyr stepped back, looking at you perplexed at your rejection. You swallowed hard, your heart was beating maddeningly fast and your hands were shaking, but it wasn't from excitement. No, you were terrified by what he had just told you. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine as you felt his lips touch your cheek. You didn't want him to touch you. Seeing your discomfort, Tyr stepped back, watching you struggle.

“(Y/N)?”

"Leave me alone. I'm tired…"

“I completely understand,” he replied, stepping back, but you could hear from his tone that he wasn’t happy about you rejecting him. "I'll leave you alone."

You watched as Tyr stood up, leaving the room, closing the door forcefully, which made you jump. You rushed out of your bed, throwing the window open to stick your head out. Your breathing was erratic, your stomach twisting so much that you felt like you were going to be sick at any moment. You had never felt so bad and terrified by your husband's touch and words.

Odin wouldn't hurt the boy?

The idea of ​​sending a child to certain death didn't bother him that much.

And seeing him try to kiss you and his words made you nauseous.

The feeling of his lips on your cheek disgusted you.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You held your breath as you turned towards the door to see it open to reveal none other than Sindri. You sighed, relieved to see that it was him and not Tyr. You took a deep breath, sitting up and running your hand through your hair.

"What…?" you asked, trying to regain your usual posture.

"I…I came to see if you were okay. We saw Tyr come in," Sindri said, approaching you. "Did he do something…?"

“He tried…but I refused him,” you explained, leaning against the window sill, keeping your head out.

"It'll be okay?" Sindri asked as she approached.

"Yes. I just need a minute," you said as you regained your composure, running your hand over your face. “We still haven’t heard from the little boy?”

“No, still nothing,” Sindri replied with a sigh.

"Hm… By now, he must have already met Heimdall and Thor…"

"If it's true…I…I don't want to imagine what they're doing to him."

"Odin absolutely wanted to have the little boy in Asgard, but why? It's probably not because he was looking for Tyr… but maybe something else. Odin was always proud of his Einherjar army and new Valkyries. There's something we're missing," you muttered to yourself. "He's not going to let Heimdall and his drunken son hurt the little boy until he gets what he wants. But… what does Odin want? Ragnarok. ..? No… pressure on Kratos…? No, I don't think that's it. So what…?"

“(Y/N)…what are you mumbling?” asked Sindri perplexed

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something," you replied, returning to sit on the makeshift bed. "But Sindri… there's something that's been bothering me for a while. Can you explain to me why you decided to help the little boy in his quest to save Tyr? Why weren't you the first tell his father?"

"Well… all the clues we found pointed to Tyr being alive. And I also wanted Ragnarok not to happen, but…"

“The exact opposite is happening and you helped the little boy by making him wrong out of pure selfishness,” you said, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of your eye. "Selfishness, you know that well, don't you? Your brother… you think I haven't felt it? Does he know it?"

Sindri became silent upon hearing your words, her complexion suddenly turned pale. As if you weren't expected to notice. A wry laugh escaped your lips as you glared at him.

"Tyr is not the only one responsible for this child's confusion. You too pushed him into a situation he absolutely cannot control. All this to avoid Ragnarok."

"No!" exclaimed Sindri. "I just wanted to help him… I wanted…"

You sighed as you looked for an excuse. Was he serious? You always found Sindri and Brok selfish. They had helped Odin create the object to take your wings, they had created Mjolnir to impress Thor, they created the Leviathan axe when realizing their mistake with Mjolnir. All this was done out of pure selfishness. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before getting out of bed to leave the room, telling the dwarf to leave it alone. But before you could walk out the door, Sindri grabbed your wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. You looked at the dwarf surprised by what he had just done. He, who usually refused to be touched or to touch anyone, didn't hesitate for a single second and he looked at you with despair.

"Please (Y/N)… don't tell Brok. He… he doesn't know and he shouldn't know," he said, looking at you in despair.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything,” you replied, eyeing Sindri seriously. "It's not my place to tell him. But know one thing, secrets always come out."

You release your wrist from Sindri's hand, leaving the room to go to the main room to see Mimir, Freya and Kratos returning from Migdard.

"I have news," Kratos announced, making everyone in the house gather together. "

"Ooh! Did the Norns tell you how to get Atreus back? Do we have a plan?" Sindri asked, returning behind the counter of his forge.

"The Norns say Atreus will be killed by Heimdall. The plan is to kill Heimdall first."

"Oh. Wow. Okay. Heimdall."

"Kill Heimdall? You have a one in a billion chance of doing it," you said, sitting down on the counter. "You have a better chance of killing Odin than of killing Heimdall."

"What Maud means is… he's never lost… he sees absolutely everything coming… unpopular at parties… this won't be easy," Sindri explained.

"Whatever his advantages. I will overwhelm him with my own," Kratos replied.

“THAT’S the idea!” Brok exclaimed, laughing. “You gotta overpapulate his sense, see?”

"And how do you plan to fight Heimdall. He will absolutely see your every move and he will parry the slightest of your attacks.," you said, crossing your arms on your thighs.

"Don't worry about that! I just got the thing in mind to help him do it.," Brok replied, moving closer to the counter and Sindri. "Sindri! Go get Draupnir!"

You tensed up when you heard the name. You turned to the Huldra brothers, watching them discuss what they could do with Draupnir. You couldn't believe it, so it was them who had stolen this damn alliance which is increasing tenfold. Mimir exclaimed that he knew it was his damn dwarves who had stolen it and that because of them, Odin had blamed him for Draupnir's disappearance. Tyr was quick to make this known, approaching the counter, also repeating that it was the dwarves who had stolen it. As Sindri walked away to fetch Draupnir, Brok explained that they hadn't stolen anything, that they had just taken back a gift that they should never have given in the first place. You couldn't believe it, but was it really that surprising? You sighed, running your hands over your face, massaging your temples which were becoming sore from hearing everyone talking at once. You heard Tyr disapprove of the fact that Kratos was determined to kill Heimdall and that violence was not the solution. You heard Kratos reply that he understood his way of thinking, but that he couldn't leave his son in danger and you heard Freya trying, as best she could, to calm them down.

All of this was really starting to get on your nerves.

You were grateful when Sindri returned with Draupnir. Brok approached his brother, holding out a bag for Draupnir, announcing that he was taking over.

“How long will it take?” Kratos asked as he approached the dwarves.

“We'll have to go to Svartalfheim to get the rest of the materials,” Sindri explained. "Not to mention we'll have to visit: The Lady."

The Lady? She still had her forge after all this time? Although, she has always been an immortal being. You sighed seeing Sindri being relieved by taking out Draupnir and seeing him duplicate himself. Had he almost lost it? Seeing his brother hesitate to put Draupnir in the bag, Brok slapped Sindri's hand, making her let go of Draupnir. Sindri glared at Brok, rubbing her sore hand before turning to Kratos, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready. You watched Kratos, Freya, Mimir and the dwarves leave the house, leaving you alone inside with Tyr, but your husband quickly returned to lock himself in the closet that served as his bedroom. You frowned, getting off the counter and moving closer to the cabinet. You pressed your ear against the door, trying to listen to him, but there was no sound. You moved your ear away, putting your hand on the handle to try to open the door, but it was locked. You groaned, stepping back and looking at the door in confusion.

Why was Tyr locking himself in this damn room?

Why stay locked there for several hours?

It didn't make any sense.

You sighed, turning your back to the door to go back to your room. You stopped in front of your door, taking one last look at the closet door.

Now you were sure, Tyr was not your husband.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ one in nine realms [mini series] “chapter 3”

[masterlist] & [taglist]

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▸summary: making a new friend from the asgard, her journey begin to sprout. finally finding atreus, y/n take a good relief but her inner thoughts and odd feelings she feel about heimdall was becoming dangerous. the bond they hold was growing but none of them was going to admit it. not yet. but new journeys with heimdall begin to bring what is irrepressible; falling in love.

▸wc:  3.1k

▸warnings & tags: heimdall is still as an asshole [he probably will not stop being one], pet names/nicknames, y/n’s old memories, finding atreus, heimdall become a little bit jealous & protective of y/n, a new original character is introduced [hrafn – raven. he is created by me, he is not from the game or norse mythology], new journeys begin with heimdall, touching, closing gaps, staying too close, mind reading. [and one more thing, we will see y/n’s real power on the next chapter. let’s wait a little longer and see how heimdall will react to her power!]

[the gif is mine <3]  

   “Another!”

An Aesir man shouted for waitress woman, wanting more drink like he wasn’t drunk at all. As much like him, other people from different realms but mostly Aesir ones were in the bar, drinking and chatting with each other. Everyone nearly looked as they didn’t realize your presence. This was something you liked about your magical abilities; hiding your presence from eyes including Heimdall’s apparently. There was no such intention to make yourself invincible to his eyes but outcome of it was good, letting you visit the Asgard. Now, you were using this magic consciously, to get information about the place without making them realize an outsider, you, listening.

It wasn’t an unknown fact that Aesir people protected each other like they protect All Father from any outsider, especially the one who is close to Odin’s enemies.

As you made your way to waitress women, working non-stop but not keeping themselves away from chatting, gossips already came to your ears about your arrival, “Did you here that another guest came to visit All Father?” A woman asked to another while pouring the alcohol to big cups. You found a chair next to them, sitting down with your cloak on, keeping your face away from eyes that will have enough power to realize your presence. You didn’t want to put your stamina to hiding because you need to be careful. There wasn’t any ensure that no one would attack you. You were enemy for some of them already, especially Valkyries.

“Do you know who was she?” Another woman asked, “She looked so confident and they say even Heimdall couldn’t see her arrival!” Her voice was filled with surprise.

“Impossible! They are just making gossips!” Like they weren’t… “All Father’s son sees and hears everything. So, shh! Don’t make him come here.”

“Don’t be afraid! I am sure he has more important things to do than listening us, sister. Also, I can hear things better than him! Listen what I found yesterday –“

As they continued to speak about other things like how this or that’s life changed, clearly gossiping, a man who didn’t look like an Aesir stopped them, “Ladies.” His voice was so clean. A childish tone was showing itself though. “Would you mind pouring your finest drink for me and this beautiful lady right here?”

To your surprise, the man was pointing his finger at you, making sisters turn to your side and feeling a bit odd. They probably thought how they didn’t see you. Who was this stranger? You wondered how he saw you while every other seemed unconscious about your presence. He should have a certain level of power.

One of the sisters started to pour the drink into two cups. You looked at the stranger who was patiently waiting for her.

He had a black hair that looked a little messy but in a charming way. There were red colors in some strands of his hair. A line tattoo went over his one eye that came from head to ear. It wasn’t like a scar but it was making his charming increase. The armor he had was black and red colored too; a simply black pants with a furry jacket with a tight grip on the top. He had arrows and a bow on his back and some bottles on his belt with different shining colors, possible elixirs. Even if he didn’t have a huge body, it was clear that the man had a great power of strength.

He took cups gently, thanking the lady, and joined to your table, sitting on the chair right next to you. He left a good gap between your bodies to not disturb you. He was gentle and curious.

“Can I have the name of yours my lady?” He asked, giving you a cup with full of wine.

You had doubt to say it but you were curious about him too. “Y/n.” You said finally. “And you?”

He smiled, charming enough to make to blink rapidly, “Hrafn,” Raven. A name that fits perfectly. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

You smirked playfully. He was fun. You could spend time with him. He would be the one who will give information about the realm and people on it.

“If this is the case,” You put your forefinger to your chin, acting like you were thinking about it, “How about go away?”

He chuckled, “We both know you don’t want me to go,” He showed others, “Or are you willing to spend time with them?” The direction he showed you was filled with man who had a white skin, purple eyes and a black line on their eyes. When you saw their eyes you thought how their eyes couldn’t match with Heimdall’s. It wasn’t the color or sparkle that made purple eyes looking magnificent. It was the fact that Heimdall have them and no other person had the aura of them like Heimdall did.

What were you thinking?! You asked to yourself. Why you were thinking about him? He was no longer here. He should be someone you want to forget, not the one you remember over and over again and feel good about it.

To clean your mind, you turned to Hrafn. “So, will you tell me why you are here?”

He took a spin from his drink, “Why wouldn’t I? It is not common for an outsider Goddess to visit the Asgard, especially when there is a chaos at our door?”

You surprised. He had knowledge.

“I didn’t see you before, did I?” You asked. Knowing your identity was nearly impossible. You really felt curious. How come he learned about you?

He smiled again, “No, not at all. It would be unforgettable for me if we met.” He sounded honest. “I saw your arrival and wanted to meet. I know you from Midgard. The first time you entered the realm, I was there to see the falling.”

“Oh,” You tried so hard to immerse old memories; first time you left Odin’s side, went to all realms and excluding from Vanaheim because of your relationship with Odin. Then, you fell to Midgard, like a sun fell from the sky, as they said. With your time being there, you learned to hide your identity in order to avoid another situation that happened Vanaheim. Then, when you met Freya who was like your sister now, and she helped Vanir Gods to know you, letting you enter the realm. “I see.” That was all you could tell.

He stayed silent for a moment. Then, his hand touched yours, “It’s okay.” He said with a calming voice tone. “Everything passed. The remaining pain will be calmed down with good memories you will make in your future.”

Listening him was making your pain go away a little bit. He understood your pain an you were glad his intentions to make you feel good.

“Thank you.” You smiled, “You are –“

“Someone who like put one's oar in.”

Heimdall’s voice cut your sentence. He was right behind you, so close to your back. His top armor’s edges were touching to your back from time to time while he continued his speech, “I didn’t know your job was to drink Hrafn.” His voice was playful but stimulating at the same time. Using his superiority, he was trying to make Hrafn be sorry to be in here, with you.

“It’s my free time, Heimdall.” Hrafn said, “Nothing seemed wiser than pending it with a wonderful woman like y/n.” He looked at you, a smile on his charming face. He was confident. I liked that, you thought. He sure wasn’t an Aesir God. You wanted to learn about him more but Heimdall’s sudden movement which was to sit between the two of you, closer to your side, made you dizzy. His intentions were unclear, again.

“A drink!”

Another cup found its place on Heimdall’s hands, a foamy bear. He began to drink it effortlessly, not being affected by the alcohol.

“So,” He turned to Hrafn, “What was your job again?”

How people of Aesir who see him all day and night endure Heimdall? Maybe, he was good to his people but not for you. That was the thing he should realize; every mortal and God meant same. They all had equal value for the realms, not one superior than other. Arrogant would be the death of him, eventually. You could see this but maybe – You thought, a dangerous idea but – maybe he could see the realms clearly. Real foresight. Not the one that shut by the love of Odin. He should learn the reality with feeling a honest love. He needed it. The question was that who would love him entirely and who he would love as much as he loved his father.

“It’s protecting the realm.”

“I see.” He smiled, “I believe you are doing your job very well?” The question sounded more like a statement to warm Hrafn to take his job seriously rather than staying here to chat with you. Heimdall clearly didn’t want you to have friends in here. The reason behind this was unknown though. There could be so many reasons. The God was unpredictable.

Clearing his throat, Hrafn stand up, bowing to your side, “I need to go back but we will meet again.”

Heimdall chuckled sarcastically, “Are you intent to meet an outsider, worker? Do you know how she can mean danger to the realm you had to protect?”

“I –“ Hrafn tried to say but from what you saw, he was really having difficult time to repulse Heimdall’s provocations.

You smiled to him, “My wish is the same Hrafn.”

Your help and words made him smile widely. The man’s wanting to spend time with you wasn’t a secret anymore. It would be nice to have a chance to speak with him before leaving the Asgard, so, this was a promise too.

“I am glad.” With this, Hrafn left you two alone, vanishing from the bar that was half-empty now. Heimdall’s sudden arrival must make them leave for work.

As Hrafn left the table, Heimdall said ‘huh’ under his breaths.

Returning to finish your drink, you kept your eyes on the wall in front of you, not wanting to look into his purple eyes. Those eyes were giving odd impulses to every part of your body.

After keeping silent for a certain time, Heimdall looked at you, not moving from your side for even a bit. He was so close and his skin burning gazes wasn’t helping. You could felt these piercing gazes on your face and body. He had no shame. He was clearly peeking at you. Annoying.

Then, why aren’t you stopping him? – Your inner side asked, mischievously.

“A good question.” Heimdall said, with a big smirk on his face.

You turned to him, lowering your head to left, “I can punch you right now. You know it, right?”

His smirk grew, “I would like to see you trying sunshine.”

You furrowed, ready to punch him but a delicate voice that you missed to hear came from outside.

“I think we make a good team with Thor, don’t you think?! He was a bit angry at me but we found the piece.”

Atreus!

The boy you loved most was near to the bar, so, you rushed to outside, following his voice’s remaining tracks. It was a magic you put on Atreus after losing him in a huge forest. Magic was allowing you to hear Atreus if you were on the same realm. His voice was coming from another home-like place on the right side of the near area. You literally run towards it, rushed to inside, and there he was. Staying in a room with an open door, reliving his little body to sight of you. Rushing inside, you shouted happily, “Atreus!”

The first time he saw you, the shock filled his cute face. Then, he smiled happily too. Opening his arms, he welcomed you, “Y/n!”

As you hugged his back and his to your abdomen, you felt peace and happiness. Relief was the first feeling you had the most. Atreus was here, with you and he was safe.

You broke the hug, kneeling on one knee in front of him, you said, “You gave me a heart attack young man!”

His guilt was reading from his face, making you sad but he should learn to behave well, not going from this realm to that. Atreus was important for you, he was the one who wanted to save you in the first place, with his father of course but the boy had a pure heart. He was someone deserve a great happiness, and a good life. That was something you wanted to give him, alongside with his father and friends of course.

“What were you thinking?” You asked.

He looked at the room, not ready to meet with your eyes, “I was trying to help father, us and others.” He turned to you finally, “And I am already helping! Look,” He showed a wooden mask, have a missing pieces, to you. “I found a piece, with Thor of course! Odin sent us to seek for its pieces. He trusts me, Y/n.”

Oh, little one, how pure you are to believe in Odin. – You thought. He was so innocent. Everyone could take advantage of his good intentions but you were here to make sure his safety, so, you could kick back every living thing who try to hurt him, even killing them was an option which you could take without questioning.

“We will discuss about all these things, Atreus.” You caressed his hair, “But at home.”

His happy face turned to sad one, “No, Y/n,” He said, “I want to help them. If you are here to bring me back, then, you should go.”

He turned his back to you. It was so hard to get along with a teenager but you would try.

“Hey,” You touched his shoulder, gently, “Look at me.” He turned to you, hope in his eyes. “I am here to accompany you for whatever you want to do but we need to go back. Your father is worried about you, Atreus, so do others. Do you want them to be sad?”

“No, of course not!”

“We will finish what you started here, finding other pieces. Then, we will return.” You hold his arms, “Got it?”

He nodded, “Yeah, got it.” Both of you hugged again, finding good feelings from each others’ presences. “But promise me one thing,” He said, breaking the hug, “You will not tell my father anything ‘till we are back.”

You nodded, “Okay. Deal.” You smiled at him, “You have a new sword, huh? Cool.”

“Right!?” He said happily, showing you moving sword, “Its name is Ingrid. Understands me.” He looked at it, “Right, Ingrid?” The sword made a move like a nodding.

As you both laughed, Heimdall’s voice cut your moment, again.

“Oh, what a wonderful reunion!” He was relying to the door’s surface, arms tied. “Two outsiders at once! I probably should kick you but,” He looked at you, “All Father wants to keep you longer. So behave and don’t make me show my other side.”

You rolled your eyes, “If you don’t like us, why are you on our side all the time?”

He put his forefinger to his chin, “You see, I don’t trust you.” He pointed at you, “I am not here for the half-breed. I am here to watch you. Closely.”

You put your arm in front of Atreus, standing up, “And if you continue to call him that you no longer will have eyes to watch.”

Heimdall’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, studying your hidden power. The looking lasted longer enough to make your body burn in both annoyance and shy. His gazes – they were burning your skin. If this was something he had as ability, you didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he made you feel; weaker. No, your strength wasn’t weakening; it was your heart and body. They began to feel shy and torrid.

“Anyway,” Heimdall said after a long silence, “All Father wants to see the boy.”

Atreus looked at you, taking your approval; he left the room, going to meet with Odin. Not wanting him to be alone anymore, you moved to leave the room but as you came closer to Heimdall, straightening himself, he stopped right in front of you. He put his hands on the left and right side of the door, blocking your way out with all of his body.

“No, no, sunshine.” He said, lowering down his head to came closer to your face, flushed with pink. “You are with me.”

You didn’t step back, instead, because of your stubbornness; you lifted your head higher, making your noses nearly touching each other. “You're too close for someone who wants to get rid of me. Don’t you think?”

He touched your cheek, giving you a shock wave, but in a good way, to your dislike. You didn't know where he got the strength to touch you because no one could even raise a hand towards you against your will. But him – Heimdall was touching you without asking for a permission and you didn’t have a strength to push him back. Not this time. What the hell was going out with you? He was like an enemy, not an ally. You should beat him to death but a strong side of you felt good for his touching. Why?

As questions, remained unanswered, were moving on your head, Heimdall spoke, “I am not the one who enjoys other’s company.”

Using his mind reading ability, he showed how he saw you entirely. The man who was caressing your cheek now was the only person who acknowledged both your heart and mind. It was dangerous. You had to go, leave the Asgard, to a realm in which Heimdall’s hearing ability could not reach. If he would keep reading it, he would see who you really are.

While a side of you wanted him to get know you better, your logical side made you take a step back.

“Leave me alone.”

He smirked but not that cocky one but real one. Like he was truly enjoying these moments.

“I can not. We have to visit a realm together.” He said, showing you the way to outside, “All Father said the realm would give something you no longer have but sought for non-stop. Here,” He threw a paper to you. It had nothing on it. “It will appear once we visit the realm, as All Father said,” He began to walk. “So, follow me.”

“Where we are going?” You asked while trying to understand Odin’s motive behind this and the item you sought for non-stop. Was it –

“To Muspelheim.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 18

Content Warnings: Adult language

Word Count: 773

Chapter 17

A/N: Welcome to the (probably) final chapter! I want to thank you all for how much love and support I’ve gotten on this story! There may be an epilogue in the future, I just can’t promise a timeline at the moment!

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You could feel Kratos melt into your kiss; his lips began to move against yours. You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face as you kissed the man you’ve become so fond of. But your smile soon dissipated when you felt Kratos pull away from you and place his hands on each of your shoulders as he stood up. 

“You do not want this.” Kratos told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Yes, I do.” You argued. 

“No.” Kratos stated as he took a step away from you. 

“You… You can’t tell me how to feel.” You persisted.

“I am not good.” He insisted, looking away from you.

Your confusion only grew. You were searching his face for any type of hint that this was a joke.

“What?” You took a few steps back to sit back down on your bed.

“You should go.” Kratos suggested, but it sounded more like a demand.

“What the fuck? No!” Your voice raised slightly with your last word. 

Kratos turned his head to you. 

“Can you please talk to me?” You pleaded with him, but annoyance still prevalent in your voice. 

“You should go.” He repeated himself, but more sternly this time.

It felt like your heart was starting to crack. 

“No.” You told him, your voice almost a whisper. 

You stood up and took a step forward, “You are a good man, Kratos. You are a wonderful father and protector. A loyal friend. You are kind and selfless.” You explained to him. 

“You do not know me.” Was his only reply. 

“Then tell me. Tell me why you’re such a bad person so I can decide for myself if I want to leave or not.” You crossed your arms. 

Kratos glanced at you. If you weren’t going to heed his warnings, the truth would surely have you running. 

“I am a monster. A killer.” He began to confess.

“Kratos, we all kill those monsters-“ you were cut off.

“People. Innocent people, children, villages.” He elaborated. 

“What are you talking about?” This doesn’t sound like the man you’ve come to know. 

“My past.” Kratos clarified. 

“Our pasts don’t define who we are now.” You tried to explain to him. 

“I am… irredeemable.” He slowly sat on his bed. 

You let out a sigh and took a step closer to him, “No one is irredeemable… Tell me about it.” 

Kratos had confusion spread across his face. You should have been gone by now, horrified that he was capable of such acts and calling him a monster. You sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me about it.” You repeated yourself, guiding him back so he was laying down. 

“I wanna hear.” You coaxed him on, lying next to him on your side on the tiny bed. 

Kratos was looking at you, debating in his head what to say next.

You placed a hand on his chest, “I’m not going to leave.” You assured him. After a few moments of silent debating, Kratos spoke. 

“I am a god.”

You had spent the entire night listening to Kratos tell you about his life. How the greed of war overtook him, becoming enslaved by Ares, then being consumed in hate and a need for vengeance. He had just finished telling you of the journey he and Atreus took to scatter Faye’s ashes. 

All the candle wax had melted into a puddle long ago, and the light from the window signaling daytime had emerged. You took a few minutes in silence to think over everything he had told you. You shifted to raise your head and look into his eyes.

“You are a good man, Kratos.” Your voice was stern, ready to shoot down any protests Kratos came up with. 

But none came. 

He nodded his head the slightest bit, you would have missed it if you blinked. You nodded back at him and leaned closer to his face and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

It took Kratos a moment, but he kissed you back and lightly placed a hand on the side of your face. His touch was so gentle, like those same hands hadn’t torn apart draugr like they were a piece of paper. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss as you heard some commotion coming from the main room. “Well, now you can touch my butt and not feel weird about it.” You poked fun at him as you got out of his bed. 

An annoyed grumble was music to your ears.

You smiled to yourself as you exited the bedroom to see what was going on, feeling a new chapter of your life begin.

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"You've returned! Now if you'd just-" Sindri barely got more than a few words out before he realized he was being completely ignored as Kratos simply strided in, ruining the floor the dwarf had just cleaned once more. Sindri stopped the steps he had been taking to meet the three, his eyes momentarily held on the tracked in dirt with a look of clear disgust and annoyance. He was pulled from this only when he realized that Kratos was quickly overtaking his personal space. So we went to take a few steps back, his nervous smile invading his face once more. Though by the way he seemed so willing to approach Kratos in the first place you quickly realized that he hadn't caught on to his agitated state. Not that the stoic man made it easy. Frankly you didn't blame the dwarf. Moreover, you felt rather bad for whatever was going to be taken out on him

"Well uh um- anybody need a snack? Kratos? Snack?" The man, rather uselessly, attempted to play the good host. You silently winced back a little when Kratos' stare deepened on him.

"I do not need a snack" his voice carried more monotone than normal, his eyes glued to Sindri. You wondered what he could have done to deserve his anger. Whatever it was it certainly couldn't be good.

Then you watched as Atreus, always one to play the diplomat and rarely ever doing it successfully, stood between the two.

"What we need is your help getting to Svartalfheim so we can try to rescue Týr" Atreus managed to string together a set of words that nearly gave you a damn heart attack as it opened several different boxes of questions in your mind. They wanted to waltz right into Odin's territory as if the only known living sons of Odin hadn't just shown up at your home? To save a presumingly dead god of war? When did all of this happen?!-

"T-Týr? Al-Alive? I mean that's...whaaat" oh no. Oh that had to be just about the worst lying you'd ever seen in your life. You felt even your sore muscles tense at the pitiful display-

Wait...

He knew? Is that what Atreus and him had been sneaking off to find out? And here you thought Atreus had just been getting tired of the restricting ways of your father.

"It's okay. I told him everything" Atreus spoke as if he didn't just sign away Sindri's lease on life.

"Everything" Sindri's eyes showed the sudden fear he had coursing through his system. That and betrayal.

"You aided my son in disobeying me" Kratos finally spoke, taking a few threatening steps forward. It surprised you a little. It had been a while since you'd seen him this threatening-

"Well I'll be damned, you're still kickin'!" Your attention was suddenly drawn away from the conflict at the sudden appearance of someone. Upon realizing who it was though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips, even with the tense situation happening just over at the front door. You weren't too concerned with it though. If your father wanted to kill the dwarf he would have done it by now.

"And you still smell like shit" you teased lightheartedly as he stepped closer, a hardy laugh leaving the man.

"Least I don't look it! What'n Hel's ice gone and got you alls fucked up? Dancin' with Draugr or somethin'?" He asked, motioning to just your generally disheveled state. Despite the way his words might sound to anyone else, that being offensive and rude, you knew the man well enough to take it as a kindness that he had asked at all.

"No, though that does sound like a good time" you commented back, moving away from your more tense posture into a bit of a slouched one as you grew more comfortable.

"I actually had my own little date with the lap dog of sir All-Fucker himself" you relaid, though your words moved from joking to a bit of weariness.

"Heimdall? And ya survived that?" He asked, his normal cadence slipping a bit though not enough for you to point out. More so just a bit more of an intense look in his eye than anything serious. You faltered slightly at the question, though you didn't leave more than an extra second of silence before answering.

"He wanted me dead but...I don't think he was allowed to kill me" you responded, the questions you held in your mind now shown in the uncertainty of your statement. He seemed to notice this with the way questions brewed in his eyes as well.

Brok then suddenly turned toward the door having heard something you hadn't. Quickly following his eyes you then heard the voice of an overly smug man speak.

"Oh-ho! The Huldra Brothers finally require the services of the smartest man alive" He announced with the sound of his grin dripping in every word. Glancing back over to Brok you had expected a burning to show in his eyes, a sense of utter hatred at needing the services of anyone, let alone someone as self-congratulatory as Mimir. However, you instead found an almost sinister smirk take over, the only remnants of displeasure shown in the slightly annoyed upturn of his nose.

He was planning something.

He glanced back at you to see he had been caught. He didn't seem too worried about it though, instead sharing the smile with you before striding up to the group, dropping the look entirely.

"s'bout enough yappin'! You dumbasses ain't ready for no picnic, let alone any fightin'! 'specially you" he butted in as he pointed out Atreus before walking over to the workbench. Not without an offended stare from the boy though. For what reason you weren't quite sure, seeing as the boy most certainly wasn't equipped after having fled from home. But you didn't really give it much mind. You instead focused more on how-

"Excuse me-" you nearly jumped from your chair, the voice having startled you from any sort of temporary peice you had found in the crude dwarf's company. You nearly fell from the chair as you whipped around to see who it was.

"Oh uh! Sorry! I uh, didn't mean to frighten...you..." Sindri spoke, the familiar voice numbing the sudden scare quite quickly. You instead focused on the way his eyes glued to yours, staring with a bit of...well you weren't quite sure. But it didn't make you uncomfortable so much as it made you confused.

Suddenly though you caught on to why, especially as you noticed your vision had grown brighter. You quickly blinked away what you knew only from other's retellings was the golden sheen over your eyes. As you did you watched his face turn to clear curiosity. You felt a pit grow in your stomach, dread building as you wondered what he might ask.

"I...see you've met Brok?" Relief fell over you the moment those words left him. You hoped he'd convinced himself he was seeing things, as harsh as that might sound. You hesitated for a few seconds as you processed what just happened before quickly shaking yourself back to reality.

"I know him actually. He's worked on my stuff a few times before" you explained, your eyes turning back to the wooden item in your hands, your thumbs once again carefully drifting over the wood. It was because of your change in attention that you didn't notice the utter shock on his face.

"Oh..." He suddenly couldn't find the words to speak.

"Well um...-" whatever Sindri might have been able to say to save the conversation was made mute when Kratos moved towards him, his eyes as intense as ever. He must still not have gotten over the whole 'my son constantly left to go on dangerous journeys without me knowing and you helped him" thing.

"Oh uh- Kratos! Done gearing up already-?"

"How do we unlock the realms?" Kratos went right to the point, skipping any of the pleasantries Sindri had offered him. Though if they had known each other enough for you all to be allowed to seek refuge here, then the dwarf was surely used to it by now. Judging by the slight look of relief on Sindri's face you'd go as far as to say he was comforted by it. Or at least, comforted by the escape from the conversation he had started.

"Right right. We'll just need something from back at the workshop. Follow me! And be sure to bring the head" he explained, the disgruntled sound of Mimir following not long after, before beginning to make his way to the workshop. You were tempted to stay in your chair and rest a little longer but knew that if left with nothing to do for any longer you'd fall to boredom. Not to mention that the only pain left now was a mild sting. So, with a bit of annoyance, you stood. You stretched a little and rolled your shoulders before following the two. Atreus started approaching the group only a few short moments later.

"So. Where exactly is Týr being held?" Sindri asked, his head turned to Atreus. Your interest peaked at the implication that the god was alive, let alone trackable.

"He's imprisoned in a mine somewhere...that's all we know so far" Atreus answered. You sent him a confused look, but he seemed too busy talking to Sindri to notice.

"Hm...the realm is full of mines, you realize. You'll need help narrowing it down- oh! You should talk to Durlin!"

"Who's Durlin?" Atreus asked. The name sounded familiar to you.

"He's a cousin of ours, sort of...works for the city on safety issues. Should have access to all kinds of information on mines. And I know he's no friend of Odin. That's why your mother sought his help when she was trying to whip up a rebellion. Ready?" Sindri explained, though the detail that caught your ear the most was the mention of your mother. A small smile fell at the mention of the old story she had told you in your older years. Of a fight for freedom that was struck down by stronger forces than even she could handle. Though the mention of those involved was something she never did share.

"A rebellion? Did you know about that?" Atreus asked, turning to his father.

"I did not" Kratos admitted. It didn't surprise you that Atreus didn't know. He was too young to have heard the story when she passed. However, the fact that even your father didn't know was a bit surprising. Then again you had known your mother to keep many secrets.

"A rebel leader who knew mom?" Atreus started.

"Ta-da!"

"Sounds like exactly what we need!" Atreus spoke over Sindri, fully missing the dwarf's anticipated reveal. You held a small laugh back at this, Sindri turning to you with slight embarrassment but an overall happy smile. He seemed to appreciate you paying attention, as that smile faded when he turned to the other two.

"I think you missed the 'ta da'...well nevermind. I'll have this oiled up in no time. Meet you at the gateway outside!"

"'Rebel leader'? Durlin? Phuh! If that ain't givin' a hound a haircut" Brok mocked the idea but Kratos was already on his way out the door

"Atreus" Kratos called for his son

"Alright...see you out there Sindri!" Atreus followed. You, however, hung back just quietly enough for the three not to notice. Or rather, that they wouldn't notice you anyway. You soon turned your head back to the dwarves, both looking in your direction expectantly

"I have to know what you two are up to" you answered the silent question from the two. Sindri looked confused and more than a little worried but Brok gave you his usual toothy grin.

"Well you's is about to find out ain'tcha?" Brok countered as he leaned back over the table, his grin never falling.

Whatever it was, it must be good. You hardly ever saw Brok with such a persistent smile.

"Fine...all I ask is that you warn me if something's going sideways" you requested from the blue dwarf who nodded, though it was a bit begrudgingly.

"Yeah yeah. Won't be nothin' ya need ta worry about" he answered, moving from his leaned position with a wave of dismissal. Sindri looked between the two of you rather surprised. At what? You didn't know, though you frankly couldn't find a reason to care. So you gave a nod and left out the doors. You barely made it to the three when the dwarves followed behind. You weren't too surprised though. Brok had always been quick with any help he'd given you.

"We'll just need the Bifrost and the head. Brok, do the touching" Sindri ordered with disgust showing in his voice as Brok took the head from Kratos' hip.

"Ah, this would be the part requiring my assistance then?" Mimir spoke proudly as you took a spot next to Atreus. Both you and the boy seemed equally weary. He must have picked up on the dwarves' behavior as well.

"You said it" Sindri chimed with just the slightest bit of sharpness to his tone. You looked on intently, trying to catch on to what was happening.

"This device here has been crafted to your measurements. It'll help you get a better look at the problem, with those bifröst eyes of yours" he explained, though his attempt to hide the mischief in his tone was slipping.

"So, I...do I control this thing somehow then?" Mimir was catching on.

"Oh, no, no, no no no no no- this is just to hold you in place while we- shine this light in your eyes!" Sindri finally revealed. You barely had a second to react before-

"Argh! Sindri, you sodding bastard!" Mimir called out in pain, a bellowing laugh bursting from Brok not a moment later. You looked on a bit wide-eyed before turning to Atreus who turned to look over to you with the same concerned look, though with less of the surprise.

Hm...the three must have some bad history.

"Open, open now" Sindri spoke with urgency.

"I was really hoping not to use the eyelid clamps" he murmured next. It further surprised you, considering how kind he had been since you'd been here. You didn't take him for the type to enjoy such violence, especially from what Atreus has told you about him. Then again it wasn't like you really knew the guy. And he was Broks brother after all.

"Do it!" Brok suggested before bursting into laughter once more. Mimir, seeming to find that idea to be horrifying, instead finally opened his eyes to the burning light with another yell of pain that made you wince again. You had to admit you felt kind of bad for the man.

"That's it! That's it! Good!" Sindri cheered on, getting more excited by the moment.

"Now release!" He yelled, his arms raising as if in triumph.

"Still unpleasant!" Mimir, in the ultimate understatement, yelled out as the light moved from his eyes to the door.

"That's our cue. C'mon, hurry!" Sindri called for his brother.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'" Brok replied as both of them quickly moved their hammers to the door.

"Hrævelgr's EGGS man, what was that for?" Mimir complained. Taking a few steps forward you leaned to look at the man. To no surprise to you, he was trying to blink away the pain of the sudden 'unpleasant' light. But besides the pained expression you didn't see any real damage.

"You'll see soon enough. Just need to adjust...there! That should do it" Sindri spoke before the brothers slowly took a few steps back, admiring their work. What they had achieved? You hardly had a clue. It wasn't like anyone had taken the time to explain anything to you. All you knew was that it had to do with opening the realms.

"See? No permanent damage" the gold-plated dwarf coyly commented and judging by the fury that took over Mimirs face you knew he didn't take too kindly to the dwarf's behavior.

"I'll show you permanent damage, ya wee fuck! Kratos! Throw me at him! Horns first!" Mimir yelled and, had he had any form of movement, you swore he'd willingly bite the dwarf. However, with no such movement, he got nothing more than another laugh coming from Brok.

"Aww, can'ts ya takes a joke, ya old goat!" Brok quipped back. You took this time to move back to Atreus, your attention on him as Kratos grabbed Mimir.

"You think he's gonna be okay after that?" Atreus asked, his worry still evident. You gave him an uncertain shrug before speaking.

"Physically? Probably. Emotionally...he might be upset with those two for a while. You know how he likes to hold grudges" you attempted to comfort the boy with a bit of realism which seemed to work quite well. If you had learned anything from your time with Atreus it was that he hated sugarcoating. He was an honest kid when given the chance to be. It was hard to maintain that under the iron fist of Kratos though.

"Yeah. I think that's why they hate Mimir so much. They all have a lot of grudges" Atreus explained, further solidifying your suspicion of their bad blood from earlier.

The both of you quickly stopped talking though when the door glowed, signifying it was time to leave. You both quickly followed, Sindri first, then Atreus then-

You were stopped by Kratos, his arm keeping you from entering the glowing door. You stepped back, confusion soon contorting your features, your eyes turning to meet his.

And you knew, the moment he didn't look away, that something was very wrong.

"You will stay here" he announced, or more so demanded. Your eyebrows tightened further, your surprise still not faltering even with the tinge of anger that came from him leaving you behind once again.

"What do you mean?" You asked, hoping to get any sort of explanation from him. He was quiet for a moment too long and it left you to push further.

"The two of you are off to find a long thought dead god in a realm controlled by the gods who seem to want us dead and no one has told me why any of this is happening. I was attacked by a son of Odin and no one has explained why he nearly killed me! And yet you want to leave me here? For what reason?!" Your voice rose as the tinge of anger grew. Just the sheer audacity of him to think his commands could be given without your thoughts as to why. That you were just supposed to stay and either be fine with not knowing or read his mind as to why. His eyes looked more intently into yours as you saw the world glow brighter. You blinked once again, pushing away the feeling once more. But it was too late. He had already seen it. Judging by the look that came over him it was likely he had known long before now.

"Your power, it has been left unchecked" he finally explained, your prior confusion vanishing in an instant at his words, his reason. A pause came before you spoke again.

"I'm fine" you shot back with a harsh tone as your eyes narrowed. He must have noticed the line he was crossing, judging by the hesitation that grew. That didn't seem to stop him though.

It never did.

"You are not. You were nearly killed" he tried to pursuade you with a rather harsh reality, his presence suddenly growing more intimidating. You had to admit, a part of your spirit always shriveled away when you saw him like that; upright and with that slight snarl. It was as if the long-faded child you had once been returned to simply cower before him. You stood your ground well in spite of that part of yourself, but it wasn't without the movements of your hands to grip onto whatever was closest to you, this time being the wooden carving Sindri had returned to you.

"I was fighting an Aesir god alone and unprepared, not to mention his ability to avoid any of my attacks. It was hardly my fault. As far as I'm concerned the fact that I didn't lose control then is restraint enough" you explained as you tried to defend yourself. But it never worked. He never listened.

"That is not my concern" he quickly shot back, his body seeming closer without having even moved. The heat of his frustration was always obvious. You were silent for a moment as you glared, but you soon found your words.

"What are you implying?" you asked, your voice quiet but intense as you tried to find an answer in the way his eyes stared at you. As if you were still a child trying to understand him. Trying to understand what you had done wrong. Trying to understand why his eyes only ever felt scalding when they stared at you.

"Do you think I do not notice when you leave at night?" He asked, the question faltering your glare for a moment.

If you were being honest, you really thought he hadn't.

Your glare soon returned though, frustration at his behavior causing deep discomfort in you. A want to hide, to leave, to just simply go. But you couldn't- you couldn't because- because he would win!

And you would still be a child under his burning gaze.

"What I do when left to my devices is mine to deal with. I am not your child to order around. That relationship died with my mother" you spoke back with venom. You hated the way he made you like this. A snake hoping to slither out of a conversation but finding the only way out was to bite. He pushed when you told him to stop, stepping over lines you'd drawn a million times. Yet he dare ask if you didn't think he noticed when you left? Of course you thought he didn't know. How could you ever believe he cared to notice when your words felt so useless to him?

"You will watch the way you speak" his tone turned deathly, haunting even. That child hidden in the deepest part of your soul grew louder in your mind as you stared at what you'd caused in Kratos. A wave of anger you knew too well and a face burned deep in your mind. But you were stubborn- no not stubborn, at least not with anyone else. You were more so full of a dignity others never saw. One that would allow you to stare into the face of death itself and have the audacity to ask what more it could ever want from you.

But you were done. Done with this conversation, with his control he tried to trap you under as if you hadn't lived a life of your own. As if still a child, his child. Frankly you just wanted out, away, to be gone, to stop feeling so small under the eyes of the rageful god. So you tried to walk past him and into the glowing door.

You had expected him to allow it as he often gave up whatever he was trying to stop you from doing at this point. However you felt him stop you once more, the strengths of the sudden movement along with your push causing you to take a few sloppy steps back in order to keep your balance.

"We will finish this later" he spoke decisivly before stepping into the glowing void. It took a few seconds for you to register what was happening when you suddenly dashed forward.

But you were met only with empty air, the sound of the rocks falling behind you as you stopped just before the edge. Fury boiled in your skin as you realized you were stuck here, that he had trapped you.

You had never felt more defeated.

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[artsykidwolf-2000]

Reader Requests?

Edit June 2023: REQUEST CLOSED FOR GOW SORRY!!!

Hello! I've been thinking for a bit and I had some ideas. I thought, between my writings, I would do some × Reader requests!

I won't be one them often and they might be short oneshots but I'll give it my best!

PLEASE REQUEST IN COMMENTS OR ASKS!

RULES

Please do not pester me about getting it done, it'll be done when I feel like it.

Feel free to leave any type of reader suggestions as long it's not inappropriate or nasty. NO NASTY ONLY FLUFFY!!!

I can do any gender identity (Female, male, non-binary, etc) and race (human, fae, elf, etc)

BE NICE!

Headcanons are welcome

Ok here are the CURRENT fandoms I can do for now and I will list the characters I will do!

GOD OF WAR (2018 & RAGNAROK)

Kratos

Mimir

Freyr

Heimdall

Sindri

Brok

Lunda

Freya

Durlin

Tyr

Hildisvini

Baldur

Thor

(this is out in left field but I am "willing" to do Flash/Felix from my God of War series as long as you're nice and not nasty)

KINGDOM HEARTS

Any character as long as it's appropriate to da prompt suggestion and rules. F.L.U.F.F.Y

Katherine Hearts (since I've done art of her just not a lot of writing but might be a little iffy)(same rules apply from above)

FINAL FANTASY

I can do FF7/remake & FF15 characters

[wafflesfan]

Rare lovely moment

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How They Proposed

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: I don't know any old Norse or Greek marriage proposal traditions and I don't care enough to Google. 🤷‍♂️

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Kratos

He literally just asked.

Almost didn't even ask honestly…

“We should marry.(?)”

So straightforward it was almost pathetic.

Yet when you smiled so brightly and accepted he smiled back.

The kind of smile that reaches the eyes.

He'd been so sure you would agree to taking his hand, you had already taken his heart and given him yours.

But there was still a doubt of his worth in the back of his head that whispered about the chance of being rejected.

But it went away when you jumped in his arms and immediately started introducing him as your husband to everyone you meet.

The proposal was so unromantic but the wedding…?

Can you say big fat Greek wedding?

Because absolutely it was.

There weren't a lot of people, really just the close important ones.

He shed a single tear when he saw how much effort you put into cleaning up and dressing up for it.

You had looked so beautiful when you took his hand that it almost felt like a dream he would wake from soon.

Kratos definitely made you cry with his vows to you.

Mimir

If he still had his body he would've loved to take you to your favorite place in all the realms.

He would've wanted to lay out a picnic for you two, with flowers and sweets and the best food he could cook up.

He would've taken his time making it perfect for you.

He almost cried when he realized he wouldn't be able to slide a ring on your finger.

Yet what he did instead was get Kratos to get as much of this dream done as possible!

They made up a reason to get you out there without you getting suspicious.

Kratos had gone out there earlier when he said he was hunting to set up the picnic.

Even if he couldn't eat anything he made sure your favorites were there.

As soon as you were unknowingly led to the picnic Kratos handed Mimir to you and left without a word.

You sat and held mimir as he explained that he wanted to make it romantic but could manage it on his own.

Finally, he asked you to consider being his wife, and before he could even finish you had said yes.

Best Day of his life.

And now it was his favorite place in all the realms.

Sindri

This man went all out on a romantic dinner!

Cooking himself with help from tyr to make sure the food was great.

Setting the candlelit dinner up and kicking everyone out for the night.

He'd got a vase with your favorite flowers for a centerpiece.

He crafted the ring himself.

And when you returned to the house and saw him standing there you know what was coming.

You started crying with joy before he even got to ask.

But you calmed yourself and let him.

He stuttered a lot and bounced on the balls of his feet.

He almost didn't even have the guts to look you in the eye when he asked it.

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

And after you said yes he had one more surprise for you.

Not only taking your hand in his to slide the ring on your finger…

He kissed you for (likely) the first time.

Of course, he washed his face and hands before you guys sat to eat.

Brok

He was terrified.

Plain and simple.

He never thought he'd be the type of man to marry until you brought it out of him.

He had no idea what he was doing.

He took all of Sindri’s advice and put together a romantic dinner.

He grumbled when Sindri told him he absolutely should not be the one cooking…

It was not the most elagent and romantic dinner but it was his best at making something special for you.

It was perfect.

He practiced the words he wanted to say in the mirror for hours.

When you came to him and smiled at the efforts he put into the table set(mostly Sindri’s work) he couldn't find the words.

So he skipped over that and you guys sat to eat.

He just enjoyed talking and dining with you until you reached for his hand and told him you loved him and everything he's done to make you feel special.

Then the words found themselves.

“I love you too, hot stuff. I wanna love you till death tries t’ tear us part. Will you marry me?”

Then he showed you the ring.

He freaked the fuck out when you started crying but smiled when he heard you saying yes through the tears.

Then he started to happy cry a bit.

He made you promise to never tell anyone he did.

Tyr

He took you somewhere far from people and just held your hand in is as you two strolled through the Flora and Fana thriving around you.

He didn't plan exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to ask, but he hopped it would please you to hear.

You two walked and talked for a good hour or two.

It was a peaceful and domestic connection between you that made him feel like anything he would say, even if he messed it up, you would understand.

When the two of you reached a particularly stunning view of a waterfall, he allowed you to step ahead and admire the view.

He was almost too wrapped up in admiring you he'd nearly forgotten about the proposal!

He bent down on one knee just behind you and waited.

When you notice he had not come to your side when you called his name you turn to find him smiling up at you.

“My love, I want nothing more than to spend all my days with you. If you'd except me?”

He held up the ring to you.

The sound of your voice saying yes was the most captivating sound he'd ever heard.

He was mesmerized by it for a long moment, smiling so sweetly.

Then he made quick work of sliding the ring on your finger and pulling you in and embrace.

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I honestly had trouble thinking of something for Heimdall on this one! Sorry! If anyone has ideas for his character, please let me know!

Not proofread.

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[honeybadger118]

"Maybe we're fools"

BROK X MIMIR

Happens after the events with the fates and Mimir has been feeling down about what they said about him. Brok comforts him. Btw Mimir has a body here to make this a little more normal.

With Kratos and Freya gone to Asgard and Tyr away, Mimir has taken to sighing to himself every hour or so. He offered to go with them but having his body back and still getting used to now moving on his own he knew he would slow them down. 

Brok looked up from his work to see Mimir sighing again and looking at the window. 

“ What the hell’s his problem?” he gruffly gestured at Mimir. 

“ I don’t quite know but ever since they came back from seeing those fates he’s been acting like that” whispered Sindri as he cleaned the kitchen

“ I didn’t think that old goat had any insecurities considering he’s the smartest man alive and whatnot ” he remarked

“ Well, whatever it is, it’s been bothering and he hasn’t said anything to anyone”

Brok didn’t think it was any of his business what Mimir got up to but when Sindri stepped out to sweep the outside he found that the silence and Mimir’s obvious upset mood were suffocating

Damn Mimir, fucking making me all distracted so I can’t fucking work.

He decided to try and at least ask Mimir what happened out there. So, he set his tools down and walked over to him. Not one to beat around the bush or be subtle he said “ Well what the hell has you in the dumps?” 

Mimir stopped looking at the window and turned to Brok with sad eyes. 

When he said nothing Brok continued “ I figures you’d be celebrating and fucking jumping from joy at the copy of your old body that Freya made or something”

“ Well, I didn’t think you cared about my well being enough to ask Brok” Mimir chuckled

It was obvious to Brok,though, that the laughter did not reach his eyes and he was obviously trying not to answer.

Brok loses what little patience and remarks “ Alright, what the hell’s your problem? It’s obvious whatever those damn fates said bothered you”

“ Alright, you got me there. It's just that ever since we traveled to the dwarven realm I’ve been seeing with my own eyes just how terrible I was while working under Odin. Those fates said that after all this time I haven’t changed and as much as I hate to listen to them. Deep down ‘i'm inclined to agree” he said looking away

He felt embarrassed admitting this to the one person he'd been constantly arguing with since this whole mess started.

“ While Odin imprisoned me on the tree I never truly sat down to think about how many lives I’d affected trying to please that one-eyed fucker” he spat

“ Listen, I’ve alive for a long time and I’ve pissed off more fuckers than weapons I’ve made” he said

“ If I were you I’d do my best to fix whatever shitshow you caused, feeling guilty does nothing for anyone.You do what you can and then some.” he said while looking Mimir right in the eyes. That comment made Mimir look at Broke in a way he never had before. He was grateful that despite their obvious differences he tried to make him feel better.

 “Besides you’re probably gonna fuck up again in the future so don’t dwell to deeply in the past ” With that, the tender moment they had was broken by Brok’s comment.

Mimir’s eyes widened before bursting out into a hearty laughter as he slapped his knees ( yk that thing old men do) from amusement. 

Brok never really got a chance to see Mimir’s face while he laughed considering he was always strapped to Krato’s ass but as he saw the color rise to his cheeks from laughing so loudly he felt his own get red( or purple since he's blue) for a whole other reason. 

A few hours later Sindri came back having finished sweeping the front. As he put his cleaning supplies away and started disinfecting his hands he noticed that the tension had dissipated. Instead he saw Mimir curled up reading while setting a chair facing Brok and Brok kept working on a shield. He managed to peek at the smile Brok wore. 

He’d have to ask him what happened later.

@wafflesfan I hope you enjoyed this

[grievedeeply]

the less time the better. pt 9.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: you make a trip to midgard and try to cope with brok's death.

notes: again not a lot of heimdall this chapter but...... y/n needs a moment (or multiple) LOL enjoy everyone and thanks for all of the support! probably 2-3 more chapters depending on how long i make them. decided to add more recent people to the taglists, but if you want to be removed let me know at any time! tws: a VERY dead brok. a lot of angst, probably an ooc sindri but i just wanted a nice scene where reader gets to open up to someone about faye and how hard it was for them to deal with her death. this felt like a good time to do it with a comforting moment between them and sindri.

the silence was deafening.

usually the branches of the yggdrasil felt like nothing. they weren't affected by the weather of the 9 realms, as they were the things literally holding them up. but now, you felt strangely cold as you stood on sindri's doorstep.

10 minutes ago, brok was alive. he was making jokes as he always did, but now... he was gone. he was gone forever, and there was nothing you or anyone else could do to bring him back.

"father," your brother's voice cut you out of your thoughts, "where are we going?" he asked, taking his place by your side. you subconsciously wrapped your arm around his shoulder. you knew atreus far too well and you knew that he would blame himself for brok's death. he was the one who wanted to find tyr, but he wasn't the only one who was fooled by odin's ruse, either.

how didn't you notice it? you had never met the real týr before, but you could only assume that he was a god who put the needs of others before himself. could he still be alive? if he was, could you ever think of him as týr, and not the man odin portrayed him as? he was a god with an incredible reputation and an even better legacy— a god of war who advocated for peace. you could only imagine how he would feel, knowing his image was used for something as cruel as deception.

"home." your father responded. he lifted the key to the mystic gateway, and the door opened. you followed after him wordlessly, and atreus matched your step. he still hadn't moved out of your grip yet and a part of you didn't want him to at all.

your feet touched the branches once again, and your thumb pressed into atreus's shoulder, running circles against his armor. he had gotten so big. where had the time gone?

"father, can we.. i.. i wanna go hunting," he said.

"i will follow."

"we're with you, atreus."

the door to midgard opened, and you stepped through silently. you were met by the cool breeze and light snow hitting you face. the last time you were here was because you were going back to asgard. heimdall wouldn't be with you now if you hadn't went back. you wondered how he was doing back at the house. it was probably just as quiet there. brok was usually the one keeping the place lively.

"which way we headed, lad?" mimir asked.

"in.. the direction of deer." he responded simply. you let go of him, but didn't move to follow him. your father turned to look at you. his eyes were filled with a sadness that you had only seen a few times in your life. when your mother died.. when atreus was ill.. and now, at the death of a friend. "go on," you said. "i'll catch up. there's just.. something i want to do here first." you told him.

"i understand." he murmured in response. you put on a smile, the smallest on you could muster, as a way to reassure him. atreus needed this alone time with him. you would have your moment some other day. he needed this.

"be careful," he said to you. you nodded. he turned, following after atreus. he was probably already visiting with speki and svanna by now. those wolves of his were far too intelligent for their own good. you were sure they knew something was wrong. you doubted he would even notice you were gone right away, and you couldn't blame him for it either.

you looked away from your father's back as he walked away from you and instead turned to look at your house. it was a tiny thing, practically built with sticks and prayers, but it held strong and always did what it was supposed to do. it kept you safe. it kept you safe from baldur all of those years ago, and again with thor and odin. you remembered thor breaking the ceiling as he threw your father and his hammer through it, but even then you knew he would be alright. he always was.

you pushed open the door, and it creaked on it's hinges as it always did. you kicked the snow off of your boots before you stepped inside. it was something your mother did every winter before she died, and you picked up on it at a young age. you closed it behind you and took in a deep breath. in a way, it still smelt like her. your mother's presence was all over the home. no matter how long she was gone, you would always feel her here in midgard.

you ran your fingers across the wood of the walls, and closed your eyes. what would you say to her now, if she were here? what would she say to you?

you thought of the dream you had with her in it, where she told you about the importance of making your own decisions. you could only hope she would be proud. you did exactly what you thought was best, without anyone else's input. if you hadn't gone back to asgard, heimdall wouldn't be on your side. he fought beside your father. he fought for you.

you breathed deep, letting the smell of the wet wood fill your nose. heimdall had changed so much since the first time you met. he was arrogant back then, selfish and cruel. now.. he felt like someone else entirely. was that because of you? if you hadn't shown up— dodged his attacks like they were nothing— would he still be loyal to odin? yes, you supposed. he would be. the thought of changing him made you feel good, like you had finally done something right. going back to asgard was worth it because you helped him see the truth. he hadn't spoken about it, really.. but you hadn't asked about it, either. you figured that he needed the time alone to think, but you would be sure to talk to him whenever you got back to sindri's house.

sindri.. the thought of him filled your heart with sadness. before, he never slipped into the realm between realms in plain sight like that. he always went behind something. you always guessed it was the polite thing to do.. but he had done it directly in front of everyone that time. you had to see him, soon. let him know that you were there for him. you'd been through loss too. losing anyone was hard, but family even harder. you couldn't ever imagine losing atreus. you didn't want to think about it.

you sat down on your old bed— a bed that you haven't slept in in weeks— and sighed. things had changed so much since the day you departed to spread your mother's ashes. you never would've met brok and sindri if it wasn't for that journey. or mimir.. or freya. you met almost everyone you cared about because of her. even heimdall, now. it was weird, saying you cared about him. but you did. you couldn't change that now.

you lied down. your head touched the pillows, and you took in another breath. you had spent so much time here with your mother. this was the place she died, too. at home and warm. at least you could give that to her.

it felt like hours before you got up again, but in reality, it was just a few minutes. everything here reminded of her, and you were glad for it. just thinking of her kept her with you. you never wanted that to change.

you thought back to your dream once again, and pushed yourself to your feet. the river you fished in so many times with her wasn't too far from the house. before she got sick, the two of you would venture out further downstream. in one of those places on the river.. that was where your dream took place. it was the peak of her life with you. but as her illness progressed, she became too tired to fish. she would go out less and less, staying closer to home. you would fish for her, but you were never as good as she was. still, you would come home with a pail full, and she would praise you for it.

you would do anything to hear her voice again.

you opened the door once more and stepped back out into the cold. you had spent so much time in midgard during fimbulwinter, but you swore you would never get used to the weather. you made your way into the woods, and you were met with the river once again. it hadn't changed much over the years, even though it had been some time since you had visited. after her death, you came less and less. the memory of her was too painful, and all fishing did was remind her of her and how she was gone.

you took in a quick breath through your nose and stepped into the water. she had told you once that you would get used to the cool temperatures of the water, and she was right. you didn't shiver or flinch at the cold. instead, you welcomed it like a warm blanket that washed over you.

"i miss you." you whispered. somehow, you knew she was listening. the world was unfair for taking her away so soon. "i love you." you told her. you swallowed the lump in your throat. would she be able to meet brok again? you could only hope so. the thought of it put a smile on your face. at least he wouldn't be alone in the afterlife. he would be with a friend.

you closed your eyes and took in the scenery. the sound of the breeze rushing through the trees, the chirping of birds and cracking of twigs under the weight of an animal somewhere.

it would be okay, you told yourself.

just one more minute.

you hadn't been to týr's temple in a long time.

you hadn't needed to, after all. with all of the towers closed in every realm and no way for travel, you never needed to go back. and now, it was still unable for use. no matter how many times you passed by it while hunting, you never stopped inside until now.

you knew this is where sindri would be though. this is the place where he made up with brok. this is where he would be, and you were sure atreus knew that too. you were sure that he and your father had already paid him a visit themselves, but you wanted to on your own. you needed to let him know you were there for him, even if he pretended he didn't need it.

it was a long walk from home, which meant you had plenty of time to think. plenty of time to blame yourself for brok's death in the first place. how could no one have noticed? you tried not to think about it too much. he wouldn't want blame being passed around. you knew that.

you sighed as you pulled yourself up the stairs. now covered in ice, you remembered when the lake was water. atreus was much younger then— much smaller. once again, you thought of the good young man he was becoming. it hadn't truly been that long since that journey and yet.. it felt like lifetimes ago.

you stared up at the doorway and pushed it open with little struggle, only a grunt escaping your lips as you did so. the inside was much warmer, and you welcomed the feeling. the familiar sound of hammering filled your ears, and as you looked, you were greeted by sindri's back. brok's body lay on the table to his side, and you blinked away your emotions. this wasn't about you.

"go away," he said without even turning to look at you.

you cleared your throat, taking an awkward step closer to him. sindri was different. his clothing was covered in blood and dirt, and so were his arms. he hadn't cleaned since brok died. how much of that was his blood? you bit at the inside of your cheek, trying your best to shove the thought out of your head.

"sindri.." you started. what was there to even say? you didn't know. instead, you stood there. after a few moments of agonizingly long silence, he turned to face you. he sat the hammer down with a thud on the table, and you felt small under his gaze.

"what?" he snapped. now that his face was in the light, you could see how red his eyes were. he had been crying. you wished there was something more you could do, but.. there was nothing you could do to bring brok back, and that was what sindri wanted.

"i just.. wanted to let you know that i'm here." you told him.

you swore you saw his gaze soften.

"i know you probably don't want company right now or.. or anything like that," you swallowed, "but i just.. had to tell you that." you murmured.

sindri remained silent. he looked away from you and towards the ceiling. you only wished you could read his thoughts. he had become someone completely different. yesterday he was happy. despite the fact of ragnarok looming over him, he was happy because he had his brother there.

"i can't imagine.." you whispered out to him, lips pursed together. "i couldn't ever imagine losing atreus. i'm.. so sorry." you told him. by now, you were standing on opposite sides of the table he had spent so much time working at.

"that's what he said." he said. "atreus." he can barely force himself to say his name.

"i figured he would come."

silence fell over the room again and suddenly, sindri shook his head.

"you don't.. you don't get to be sorry." he said. "you still have your brother. because of him and because of you— i will never have mine back." sindri laid his hand on brok's chest. you felt a pang shoot through your chest at his words, but you didn't argue. you couldn't do that to him. you looked down at brok's body. you had to look at him. that was the least you could do.

"i know." you muttered.

"he brought him into my home." he whispered. "and he.."

"i know."

he looked back up at you, gaze narrowed. you could practically see the whirlwind of emotions going through his mind just by looking at is eyes.

"what do you know?" sindri asked quietly.

"i know what loss feels like." you said simply. "when my mother died, i was.. i was inconsolable. i needed her with me to.. to function, to live." you took in a breath, heavy through your lungs.

"my father.. none of us ever told you what happened to her, did we?"

at his silence, you took it as your que to continue.

"she got sick."

his brow furrowed.

"sick? faye?" he asked quietly. you nodded.

"i thought.. how could a woman as strong as her get sick like this? how could she be healthy one day and then in her deathbed a few weeks later? i didn't understand it. i still don't. but i.. i know what it's like to grieve, sindri. i understand."

he only looked at you.

"i know my apologies won't bring brok back." you murmured. "but i.. just need you to know that i'm here for you."

he swallowed. his took a deep, shaky breath. you knew your words meant very little, but if they provided any sort of comfort to him, your trip out here would be worth it. sindri squeezed brok's hand.

"it's all my fault." you heard sindri murmur under his breath. "what?" you asked, head tilted to the side in confusion. "brok.. he died. before." he told you.

"when he.. when he died, i couldn't handle it. i went to the lake of souls and i jumped in. i.. found pieces of his soul. all of them except for one." he whispered, unable to tear his eyes off of his brother. "and now he.. doesn't have them all. he can't go anywhere. he's ceased to exist."

"that's not your fault." you told him without missing a beat. "brok.. what he said before.." you cleared your throat as sindri's gaze finally shifted up to you. "he said he forgave you. this.. that's not on you. he understood." you muttered softly. he blinked a few times, running his thumb across the back of brok's hand. tears filled his eyes, and you forced yourself to give him a comforting smile.

he said nothing in response.

"can i.. say a prayer?" you asked, your gaze shifting from brok's body to sindri's eyes. he could only nod as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

you breathed deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. while you didn't have the items you had when you were mourning your mother.. you didn't mind. you doubted brok would've wanted something fancy like that anyway.

"lo, there do i see my mother," you whispered.

"lo, there do i see my father.." you continued, falling onto one knee next to the table. "and my sisters and my brothers. lo, there do i see the line of my people. back to the beginning. lo, there do they call to me. they bid me take my place among them in the halls of valhalla."

"where the brave may live forever."

you finished, pressing your forehead against brok's arm. he was cold. stiff. the last time you did this, it was for your mother. it was the exact prayer you and atreus had said before her funeral. you swallowed, feeling pressure build up in your throat. you stayed there for a moment, and sindri watched you wordlessly.

you knew there was no valhalla for brok. but he was brave. and he would live forever within you, within everyone who loved him.

you pushed yourself to your feet, turning your attention back to sindri. "thank you." you said to him, and he nodded once again. "i'll.. be at the house." you muttered, turning on your heel to leave him to his thoughts. you swore you could feel him watching as you left.

you pushed the heavy doors open and stepped back into the cold of midgard.

lo, there do they call to me. you repeated to yourself.

lo, there do they call to me.

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[malleux]

freedom. | quest for tyr [III]

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters contain spoilers, cursing, anxiety, vomit mention, fighting, fight scene not accurate to canon, blood, injuries, trauma mention

The day before was nothing compared to the pain you were in today. 

Just opening your eyes was a task that seemed to take all of your energy, and your body was so stiff that the smallest movements hurt. Breathing, speaking, literally anything seemed impossible as you slowly sat up the next morning. 

Atreus was by your side the second he heard you curse under your breath, gently helping you up and handing you a plate of whatever leftovers were scavengable from the night before. You ate slowly, listening to him, Kratos, and Mimir formulate a plan for the day. 

"Earlier, I saw a mine down below, and Mimir saw tracks to another train we could take down there. Hopefully it'll be just as safe as the last one," Atreus smiled at you reassuringly during his last sentence, remembering how much you hated them.

You pursed your lips and side-eyed him. You were appreciative of the gesture, really, but heights just really weren't your thing and an old contraption that had your death written all over it didn't help.

You didn't take long to get back to traveling. You didn't feel like holding the trio back from anything they wanted to get done just because you were a little hurt. You could grin and bear it. 

The pain was almost worth it as you saw more pretty views on the mountain top. 

"Father..." Atreus interrupted the peaceful silence. "What if a war with Odin isn't just Tyr's to fight? What if it's ours too?" 

"War is not the only way." Kratos responded. 

"But we're gods. Better gods. We're trying to stop Ragnarok, to help people, and what if the only way to do that is war?" 

"Atreus." 

"I'm just not sure we should immediately jump to that conclusion." You said a bit nervously, "My home was— and still is— torn apart by war. It's not something you really want, especially when you've experienced it."

"Wh— I thought you were on my side!" Atreus whined, turning to you as he continued to walk backwards. 

"I'm on your side with stopping Ragnarok." You shrugged, "I just really, really want to look for any way that doesn't involve war. It's not fun." 

Atreus continued to argue with you as you came upon the rest of the train tracks, but you knew it wasn't a serious thing. He had a playful glint in his eyes— one he had often when he decided to mess around with people. 

You watched in almost awe as Kratos lifted the train and realigned it on the tracks. It amazed you how he barely broke a sweat— he must have been an incredibly strong god. 

Atreus was the first in. Then Kratos and Mimir. 

They looked at you expectantly and you shuffled your feet, looking to find a solid way up into the creaky, wooden cart. You really, really didn't want to go in. 

A hand appeared in front of your face. 

"Here," Atreus helped hoist you up, keeping you steady as the train car squeaked once more under the added weight. He remembered your apprehension and patted your shoulder. "We'll be fine. We don't have much farther to go now." 

"The Kraken hatchling gave you a stone." Kratos pointed out as the train began moving. His voice was a good distraction from your incessant urge to look out the window and scare yourself even more. 

"The Kraken...? Oh, Dinner. Yeah, it's covered in algae. I was thinking we could show it to Brok and Sindri when we got back. Here." Atreus tossed it to his father, who pocketed the stone. "Okay, we came looking for Tyr because we don't trust Odin, right? If you think about it, war could— uh oh—"

The train became shakier and shakier, it's noisy wheels creaking even louder. You stand up in a panic, frantically looking over at your companions, but they look just as confused. 

A creature— a Grim, you recalled— grabbed onto the window ledge closest to Kratos, trying to scratch its way inside. Kratos quickly punched it and sent it flying, but there wasn't much time until another Grim appeared in its place. 

You swallowed your nerves and raised your spear, using the butt of it to knock out a Grim from the window on the other side. 

"Skjalfa!" You cried, sending them out just as quickly as they were coming in. You wanted nothing more than to use your favorite little fire spell, but with a wooden train like this you knew you'd probably set it on fire too. 

"Atreus, look for a brake to stop the train!" Mimir called out, "Should be a lever of some sort!"

"I found it— but it's stuck!" 

"Try harder!" You shook out your hand as you hit a Grim that had actually made it through the window. You grabbed it and threw it back out, hitting two others that threatened to enter and sending them all back. 

"I'm trying! But— it's—" 

The lever broke in two. The handle flew out of the window you were guarding. 

You all could only stare at each other for a moment before the train began to fall— the one thing you prayed to the Nords wouldn't happen. 

"Shit." Atreus grabbed your arm and pulled you between him and Kratos, presumably to shield your fall or protect you from the rest of the Grim. "Shitshitshitshitshit—"

"Ow!" You yelped as you hit the ground. 

Kratos was up before you could even fathom what was going on. He pried at the opening at the top of the train, climbing out and yelling out a rough "Get up!" before taking out his axe and disappearing from your sight. 

He reached back down once he returned, grabbing both you and Atreus and setting you down on top of the cart. You were definitely put down more gently than Atreus, but you wouldn't point that out. 

"I can't believe we surv— are you serious?" Atreus was frustrated now, more Grim coming from seemingly out of nowhere to attack you. 

You whipped around to survey your surroundings, choosing to stay further away from the heat of the fight. The headless troll that laid to your right told you what Kratos had done earlier, and you silently thanked him for making things easier. 

You pointed your spear at Grim that tried to tag-team Kratos or Atreus, choosing to save your magic energy and use some Dark Elf skills. An energy beam shot out from the tip of your spear, slicing the unsuspecting Grim in two. 

This continued for only a few moments longer, then you finally could drop your weapon. You still held onto it tightly, though, still on guard. You jumped down to rejoin everyone. 

"That was crazy." Atreus breathed out. 

"You said it, little brother." 

"That was awful." You shuddered. "I hate heights. I also now hate trains. I knew something was going to happen." 

"You jinxed us, then!" Atreus teased, "You can't sit there and think bad thoughts and then expect good things to come. You gotta look on the bright side." 

"I didn't jinx shit." You mumbled, watching as Kratos looked around for where to go next. "I was looking on the bright side. I felt like I was going to pass out, and if I was unconscious at least I wouldn't feel it when I died." 

"That's— that is not what I meant. Just, come on, I think Father found something." 

It was a small crawl space, which all things considered could be either better or worse than falling off of the side of a mountain on a train. 

Atreus went first, then you, followed by Kratos. You noticed he always took up the back— probably to protect you both from whatever may sneak up behind. Smart. 

"Quite the mouth you had back there, lad." Mimir broke the silence. 

"It's just a word." Atreus rolled his eyes. "I've heard way worse from Br-"

"The word does not matter. You lost control." Kratos reprimanded. His voice was always stern, but this held an even harsher tone. 

"We were falling. Through the air." Atreus defended, "I thought we were gonna die." He gestured to you, "She says it all the time!"

"She was not raised the same way you were. What is acceptable for her is different from you. Is that truly what you wish your last words to be?"

You were glad that was Kratos's view, because the second Atreus brought you into it your heart seized. You did not want to get scolded by Kratos. 

"No." Atreus gave up arguing. You thought that was a wise choice. 

"In moments of crisis, panic does nothing. Harness it. Let it serve you." 

You let his words sink in as you came across another area, this time finally in the open. You kind of wanted to laugh— Kratos wasn't even talking to you, and yet you held onto his words more than you'd ever held onto your own father's. Kratos had a lot of wisdom, but Atreus wouldn't heed it. 

You figured it just be a father-child thing for you and Atreus to never listen. 

"What is this?" You looked around the area in a bit of awe, taking in the wooden structures and water wheels around you. 

"The Jarnsmida Pitmines, lass." Mimir answered joyfully, as if he was reminiscing on something. Probably some memories that he has in that infinite brain of his. 

"Look on the ground. Tracks." Atreus pointed out, "They must lead into the mines." 

"And what exactly is in these mines?" You stood beside him, eyeing Kratos once more as he studied the area. It seemed like every place you went to had some gods-awful puzzle just to make it through and it made your brain hurt. 

"Hopefully Tyr." He smiled at you, and you pursed your lips into a half-smile in return. Your adrenaline was wearing off and the impact from the train crash made your injuries from the Dreki feel brand new again. 

You took a deep breath, only being able to inhale so deeply, and nodded. "Hopefully. I just want him to be here and us not just find another clue and be on a wild goose chase." 

"This is a super prominent mine, I'm pretty sure. If he's anywhere in Svartalfheim, he's gotta be here." 

Atreus's words did little to comfort you, but you couldn't say much as Kratos summoned him to help with a mechanism to open the mine. 

You reached into your pocket and toyed with a piece of paper— the one Sindri gave to you before you left. You didn't have time to read the rest of the spells he had written down for you, so you pulled it out to scan over it. 

You already knew the three first ones, even if you hadn't gotten to use most of them yet: 'Logi: fire. Sverð: sword. Verja: defend.'

Turning the paper over, you saw three more spells written down in neat handwriting— characteristic of Sindri. 

'Iss: ice. Kanna: search. Ausa: water.' 

You hummed. One of these spells was not like the other. Every one of them seemed self-explanatory, except for Kanna. What could it mean to search? Would it help you find something? 

Folding the paper back in your pocket, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You felt like you'd have to have an idea of what you were trying to search for, so you sent your intentions to something simple. 

You'd ask for it to find anything with magic in it. 

"Kanna."

You waited for a second. You waited for something— a feeling, a voice, a tug, anything. Assuming nothing had changed or you'd done the spell wrong, you opened your eyes only to gasp out loud. 

Everything around you was covered in a very, very translucent light blue. You looked around— the weapons on Kratos's back glowed a bright blue, much more opaque and noticeable than the blue that spanned the rest of the terrain. Your own spear emitted the same light, as did the palms of your hands where you felt the burn when you did your fire spell. 

Atreus's bow was blue, and so was Mimir's head. Small rocks that blocked entrances glowed as well— rocks that you or Atreus could easily use Skjálfa to destroy.

Ah. Kanna did work.

And from the way Kratos, Mimir, nor Atreus said anything about the sudden shift in color from the original terrain, you could assume you were the only one seeing it. 

You whispered the spell under your breath again and slowly, the blue hue faded from your vision. The mines were restored to their normal, dull brown color. 

'Kanna.' 

Your intention this time included living things— bugs, monsters, whatever. 

The blue crept back into your vision like a rapid flood, but this time the brights were different. You could see Kratos and Atreus shining brightly as they worked together. Mimir's blue flickered a bit, but it made sense. Was the decapitated cursed head really alive? 

You could see little glowing dots shining through rocks like x-rays, showing you where all the little bugs hid underneath. 

More brights caught your eye as they moved towards Kratos and Atreus. 

"Guys, watch out!" You called, "Logi!" 

Fire erupted from below the feet of the monsters. You were able to see them easily with how they shined against the rest of the area. 

You were aware of many more, but this was starting to hurt your eyes. You turned off the spell and rubbed your eyes. They felt sore— sunken in deep and dryer than usual. You'd definitely have to use this sparingly, or risk a massive headache.

Kratos and Atreus quickly took out the few Wretches that threatened them and as soon as it began, it was over. 

The three of you— plus Mimir, but you really couldn't figure out if he counted as a full person or not— stood in front of a crane, watching water flow through it. A large wooden box blocked your path to the next ledge of land. Your hands were on your hips and nobody spoke, trying to find something to help you get across. 

"Looks like the water powers the crane that's keeping the cargo up." Atreus pointed out. 

"Think freezing it could stop the water?" Mimir suggested. 

You quickly held out your hand, aiming it near the end of the crane where the water flowed out. "Iss!"

Ice crystallized in the middle of the flow, encompassing part of the crane in cold fractals. The water built up on the other side of the crane and began to pour out of one of the sides, effectively stopping the flow from hitting the water wheel that was beneath it. The cargo box lowered and you made your way across.

"When did you learn that trick?" Atreus asked as you continued to push forward, coming across the next stupid little platform of puzzles. 

You shrugged. "Just got a little help from some people." 

"Atreus, Y/n, come."

You headed towards Kratos, who assumed a squatting position near the next contraption you came across. Atreus automatically stepped into his hands and was hoisted up onto the wood, and then it was your turn. You assumed he wanted you to do the same, so you quickly followed and hoisted yourself the rest of the way up. 

You explored the area for a minute, Atreus straying away from you for a second before he spoke up. "Father, there's a gate up here heading towards the entrance to the mine. If you can get up here, we'll need your help lifting it." 

"If..." Kratos mumbled under his breath.

"Oh come on, you can jump that! Your knees aren't that bad."

"Atreus." Kratos warned. He used his axe to freeze a water flow that was causing a platform to move unstably and jumped across. 

"I hope you can make that jump!" Atreus joked again and you elbowed him in the side. "Hey!"

"Give the man a break." You laughed. 

Kratos soon joined you both and you headed towards the entrance of the mine. It was covered in debris and a gate that seemed quite heavy. Atreus was right about needing Kratos's help. 

"I sure hope Tyr is here..." He mumbled. 

"Atreus, we seek information." Kratos reminded him. Atreus rolled his eyes. 

"I know. Stop acting like I'm trying to start a war."

"Yet you do not say otherwise--"

"Brothers, maybe we can lay this to rest a bit, eh?"

You were thankful for Mimir's interjection. It was always awkward to be in a a group with two people arguing, but it felt a bit more powerful between Kratos and Atreus. They were both very prominent, strong presences and you knew enough about them already to know that neither of them were likely to back down should the conversation get more heated. 

Kratos was right-- you didn't want to start a war. Atreus had told you numerous times that war wasn't his intention, but once more Kratos seemed right to you. He wasn't denouncing it very hard. He may be against the idea of a war, but he wasn't taking many precautions to truly prevent it.

You continued on in silence, helping out if needed but mostly staying in the back. This wasn't your journey— you were just lucky enough to be allowed to tag along. You did what you were asked, including helping Atreus push back a cart that blocked the way to the mine, finally revealing the rest of the entrance and—

"Sindri?" 

The dwarf waved awkwardly, as if he hadn't just appeared out of nowhere for the second time in Svartalfheim. "Got something else for you." He waited until you all were near to continue. "Since you're currently lacking a light source--sorry-- and have no way of seeing exactly what untold horrors lurk in the dark, these will help."

"Thanks for making me feel better." You mumbled under your breath. Sindri gave you an apologetic look before pulling out three... things. 

"Okay, back to your exploring now. Off with you."

"Thanks Sindri," Atreus commented, "What, uh, do you mean by untold horrors?"

You were wondering the same thing, but Sindri gave no answer. You all put away the light sources that he had given you and turned back to where the dwarf stood, but he was nowhere to be found. 

"How does he do that?" You tilted your head. 

"No idea." Atreus sighed, but then turned to you and grinned. "Let's get going. It looks like the actual entrance to the mine is blocked, but there's gotta be another away."

"This way." Kratos began moving. 

"Nice. Not a dead end. Let's see where this goes."

You jumped down from a ledge into a deep pit-like area. A few Wretches came from the shadows, but you all were able to quickly cut them down. They were nothing more than a nuisance now-- this weird lizard things were so annoying. 

Atreus used his bow's sonic vibrations to break a few rocks to reveal a crawlspace. You internally cringed at the tight quarters. After being locked up your whole life, you didn't necessarily want to be trapped again in something even smaller. Nevertheless, you followed after Atreus with Kratos once again taking up the back. 

"It certainly smells like we're headed into a mine." Mimir piped up. 

"I think I can hear the water too."

"Slow down, Atreus. Take care. Be ready."

If Kratos had a bad feeling, then you did too. Especially once you heard the loud, gurgling roar of a monster when you crawled out of the space. The area you were in now was rather open and spacious, save for the pillar in the middle, the numerous Wretches that seemed to swarm around your feet, and the giant... creature across the room that grew angrier by the second. 

"What the Hel that?" You grabbed your spear and held it across your front. 

"It's called a Bergsra." Mimir answered, his voice echoing through the cavern as Kratos took out a few Wretches. 

"Its like the Grim if Thor decided to procreate with them." You huffed, kicking a Wretch that decided to bite your ankle. "Ugly and huge."

The Bergsra did not like your analogy and yelled out loud enough to shake the cavern walls. You watched as Kratos landed his first hit against it, and decided to join in on the fun. You ran towards it while Kratos distracted it, but you must have severely pissed it off when you called it an offspring of Thor. The Bergsra turned toward you and knocked its head back, lurching a giant green blob out of its mouth in your direction. 

"Verja!" You quickly yelled out. Defend. 

Light emitted from your non-dominant arm-- the one that wasn't holding your spear-- and you instinctually held it up as the blob came closer. It didn't hit you, instead exploding across the large bronze shield you had managed to conjure. 

You looked at your arm in surprise. In hindsight, Verja was a lot more self-explanatory than you'd expected. Especially considering the spell next to it-- Sverð-- was literally sword. 

Another green blob was coming your way. Kratos had been knocked back for a second and Atreus was attacking from long distance, so the Bergsra's attention was once more turned towards you. In a split decision, you rushed towards the creature and it's blob, using your shield to hit the poison back at it. It hit the Bergsra in the face and it roared out in pain, clawing at its face. 

Kratos was back up and threw his blades towards the Bergsra's back. They latched on and he propelled himself forward, kicking it down and landing on top of it. Using his bare hands, Kratos grabbed the head of the monster and twisted. It came off in a loud, gruesome snap and you had to look away from the scene just to keep your breakfast. 

The Wretches stopped attacking as the Bergsra was killed and crawled back into the little nooks and crannies that they came from. And it was over. 

"Ugh, the smell these things leave behind is so gross." Atreus groaned.

"A small consequence for disturbing their home." Kratos replied. You tilted your head at how he almost  humanized them. 

"...Let's keep moving."