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Chapter 11 - Purple Haze

Kratos placed Mimir's head by the giant horn, and thus, the old head summoned the Giant world serpent; With a roar, he rose up, then went straight to destroying a statue of Thor - Katrina found it highly amusing, enough so that it earned a chuckle. Big snake has quite the unpleasant history with the fat God - Or, as Mimir said, WILL have an unpleasant... Future-History. How confusing.

The Head started yowling at Jormungandr, and the snake roared right back in response - Neither of the three present could even guess what they were speaking in such an ancient tongue - Yet one thing was certain - The air was getting rather foul. The serpent moved their bridge platform into the right direction, the the old goat told them about a rune they had to learn, and about some kind of magical chisel that would aid them in traveling.

As for the brief moment the trio thought they were going to be eaten alive by the Giant... Mimir misspoke, making Jormungandr think they were friends of Odin - Small mistake from one who never spoke the language sober. How funny this one was. Dionysus would have had a field trip hanging around Mimir and belching the ancient language.

They hopped back on the boat and rowed towards the statue of the oarsman, and thus, it was time for the much awaited story time. "Mimir - You never did tell me why Freya spit in your face." what a naively cute thing to point out.

"Well, she blames me in large measure for her present circumstances.... And not without reason." the old head sighed. "It all goes back to the Long War between the Aesir and the Vanir." he said. "Prior to that, wars for the Aesir were easily won -- But the Vanir had proved their equal, and exacted devastating damage." he went on.

"That sounds exhausting - And terrible." Katrina placed her hand over her heart - She was glad the Gods never waged war with each other quite like that. In a sense, Zeus ruling over Olympus and ensuring everyone had their own role in the 'family' wasn't the worst thing to happen; That being said, they did not have multiple realms fighting each other - Just the occasional Titan uprising here and there. "With such a war, both sides must have suffered tremendous losses."

"Quite so, sister - And for many of us, war was simply no fun anymore." sounded like something Ares would never be caught dead saying.

"War is always a senseless waste of precious life." the Goddess spoke plainly, looking down into her lap. For her, the loss of life broke her heart - Be it human, animal or plant. Life was precious above all.

"We all agreed to that, sister - And at last, Odin's most brilliant advisor became determined to find a more enlightened path. He set about to broken a peace between the Gods. Took some convincing, but ultimately, Odin was persuaded to marry his deadliest enemy." he narrated their old past.

"Freya - Sorry, you pronounce it as... Freyja... Freyja was married to Odin...? That sounds like hardly the blissful marriage." the lady scoffed in surprise - Though he couldn't blame either party. During the worst times of war, people would do anything to survive - And leaders would take the worst deals just to save their people. Even so, she still wonders why Hera did not divorce Zeus after cheating so much on her.

"Yes, indeed - The very Vanir Goddess legendary not only for her fertile beauty, but her genius at the very Vanir magic that Odin had long aspired to master." Mimir explained the deal.

"So... The Vanir got peace... While Odin got to marry a gorgeous and talented woman who would end up teaching him the very thing he was desperately seeking? No wonder Freyja hates Gods so much." Kat scoffed once again, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Truly, she deserves better than she got." Mimir hummed in pitiful agreement. "But of course, there's much more to that story..."

"I can't believe Odin and Freyja were ever married." Atreus spoke in surprise.

"I thought your mother taught you about Gods - As it stands, is Odin not the Allfather, and Freyja the Allmother? Or their marriage was veiled in secrecy?" the Olympian Goddess asked.

"It didn't last very long... Nor was it a happy outcome for any party, involved or otherwise." Mimir sighed. "Love and hate are more closely intertwined than one might imagine. You see - Odin's one and true love was Fjorgyn, a giantess - Thor's mother --"

"Wait - Thor is half-Aesir and half-giant?! So weird!" Atreus exclaimed in shock.

"Truly - And once Fjorgyn was gone, lonely ages passed for Odin... And after no small amount of convincing, Freyja agreed. For a while there, he really turned on the charm; He seemed happy. He seemed interested in making her happy. He granted her so many wishes I can scarcely recall them all."

"Sounds like another certain Allfather I know..." Kat rolled her eyes.

"I was foolish, sister - The peace held for a while, and I truly believed all had worked out better than I could have planned... But Odin's true face showed itself again in the end... Once he won Freyja's trust, and she taught him some of her Vanir magic - Another choice she would live to regret. Sadly, despite his wise counsellor's best efforts to persuade him that peace was the only true path to stave off Ragnarok... Odin never let go of his obsession with Jotunheim. The taste of Vanir magic led him to new forms of experimentation, and new levels of depravity." he spat down in disgust.

"I cannot say I am surprised in the least."

Soon, the waters took them towards the frozen northern docks, where Mimir told them all about the sad story of Thamur. The saw the hammer of the blacksmith giant, and even the giant hand and what not -- It was quite a macabre idea, climbing over the dead body of a frost giant who froze over a whole village with his dying breath; And under a thick layer of frozen ice was hiding a powerfully glowing red light which they must reach.

"I have a plan." Kratos said, looking up.

"You do?" Mimir gasped in mock-shock.

"Do not act so surprised, head." the Spartan then looked at the Olympian, who simply smiled and reached her arm up.

"Hold on tight and enjoy a wild ride." thus, Katrina summoned long vines from the ground, latching around Atreus and his father, and then shooting up into the sky, all the way on the top of the giant Hammer. Kratos seemed a little shaken by the unexpected ride - Atreus on the other hand was clutching his heart and laughing happily.

"THAT WAS SO COOL!" he squeaked adorably. "Can we do that again some time?! Pretty please?!"

"Certainly!" she giggled at him. "Now then, Almighty one, do your thing." she patted Kratos' back, as he huffed and went towards the mountain wall.

"Do not do that again." he mumbled under his breath - Clearly he wasn't one for extreme sensations.

With his Godly strength, Kratos pushed the Hammer down, and with it, urged both his son and his lover to jump down with it; Unfortunately, they lost balance and fell - Kratos and Atreus almost got trapped under the hammer, whilst Katrina fell outside. Thankfully, Atreus was still holding onto the flower she made for him, so he could feel she was still very much alive and well - The flower would pulsate with life and energy the closer they were to each other, and thus, find their way to reunite;

However, the Goddess had other plans; As she got up from the ground, her eyes were captured by a faint glow from the top of a mountain - It was purple, and fading, calling to her like a dying voice seeking aid. She gravitated towards that spot like a moth attracted to the flame, and she climbed up the steep cliffs and mountain peaks until she reached the very top.

But she wasn't alone.

On the edge of the cliff was the source of the light - A small flower, wilting and glowing with faintness - Over it, a man was towering; He was tall and fair, his skin as white as snow, his hair gold like a sun-caressed field of wheat, styled in intricate braids, he was wearing a white tunic and leather armor, adorned with solid gold ornaments and embellishments... But what stood out the most about him were not his golden teeth bared and sneered at the dying flower, but the fact that his eyes were purple and glowing, akin to the very flower.

As she approached with quiet steps, Katrina could hear the stranger muttering — Not with awe or reverence for the gorgeous flower, but with complete disdain.

“Stupid, fragile little thing. Could’ve bloomed when I needed you to, but no — You just HAD to go and die just to spite me.” the stranger got up to his feet, stomping the snowy ground in anger and frustration.

The Goddess tilted her head, then slowly stepped forward, making her presence known. "Flowers do not usually respond well to being insulted.”

The man turned sharply, violet eyes narrowing as they landed on her — Surveying her with instant suspicion. How come he didn't hear her steps? How come he didn't sense her presence?

“Who are you?” he snapped, glaring at her.

Katrina blinked at his hostility, but smiled nonetheless. “No one you would be familiar with.”

“Mortals really are everywhere these days,” he muttered, rising to his full height. He was radiant, but his voice was soaked in disdain and malice. “Do you people just sniff out sacred places like dogs?”

She raised a gentle brow, unfazed by his sharp tongue. “I only wanted to see the flower.”

He scoffed. “Well, congratulations. It’s dead. You can grieve together.” he turned his back at her briefly. "What a waste of time - Getting through all the trouble of getting here... The Allfather's gonna be pissed." she heard him muttering under his breath. Was this man... An Aesir God? A lackey of Odin? What a terrifying thought. Even so - He couldn't be that scary if he couldn't even sense her presence, right?

She ignored the bite in his tone and stepped closer to the bloom. It was withered, but not gone — Just dormant. Her hands, warm amidst the freezing cold of the blizzard, lowered to cup the tiny stem and the fallen petals. Her fingertips glowed with a soft, radiant gold-green aura, her most beloved magic - Life - Drawn from the earth and herself, flowed into the frozen bloom.

The stranger watched with a sneer at first, but then — Something subtle shifted in his gaze. Disbelief and awe took over him as the petals lifted, color returning; The faint violet glow surged like a heartbeat, now stronger than ever. Even the frost beneath the flower melted into a small, glimmering puddle, making the whole peak green with grass and tiny mountain flowers.

Katrina smiled and gently plucked it. “There we go.” she turned toward him, walking with a gentle smile on her face, showing off the gorgeous flower in her hands. “Alive and lovely once more.”

He stared at her with a furrowed brow, lips slightly parted — Confused. Caught off-guard. He had never witnessed such magic before - Even the Vanir did not possess such an enigmatic type of magic... What WAS this woman?

She studied him for a moment. His features were sculpted, ethereal — And those eyes, glowing amethyst and crackling faintly with light - The flower in her hand, she suddenly realized, matched them perfectly.

Without thinking, she reached up and gently tucked the violet blossom behind his ear. “It suits you.” he went completely still.

His brows drew together into a frown, his body stiffening as if he had just had his intimacy violated rudely. “What did you just—?”

“The color.” she said softly, smiling. “It matches your eyes. You have an ethereal beauty about you - Even when you are scowling.”

His mouth opened and closed like a stunned child. No one — No one — had ever spoken to him like that. Especially not a witch who did not belong to these lands, soft in voice and warm in presence.“You’re insane.”

She giggled softly, like a crystalline lullaby sang by the nymphs. “I have been called much worse.”

He looked away sharply, his ears just faintly pink now - Just the cold, he lied to himself. He muttered under his breath something about 'absurd mortals' and 'silly parlor magic tricks' but didn’t pull the flower from his hair.

She did not know what came over her - Perhaps it was Aphrodite's influence taking over her, or Anteros kicking her to move forward - Katrina found herself in front of the seraphic man, placing a soft, warm kiss on his pale, frozen cheek, and leaned back to smile - And admire her handy-work in making the man try so hard to hide he was flustered.

“Be kind to flowers. They might bloom for you next time.” she offered an enigmatic smile as she turned her back at him. "Unless you want to summon me again and make use of my magic."

She left as softly as she’d arrived, the snow parting around her and flowers blooming where she stepped - And then, much to his shock, the lady jumped off the cliff; By the time Heimdall reached the edge to search for her, she was long gone, vanished into the wind like a sweet dream.

Heimdall stood alone, fuming — Not at her, exactly, but at the strange fluttering in his chest. The glowing flower still clung to his hair, pulsating with life and warmth akin to a heartbeat. What the hell did he just witness? Who was this woman, where did she come from - What was she? A mortal couldn't possibly achieve such an elusive level of... Whatever she was. No, she couldn't be... And yet, there was no way she could be a Goddess of the Realms -- He was familiar with every living, breathing being in all Nine Realms... Surely... She must be some kind of traveler from another land... The way she spoke, the was she looked, the way she was dressed, the way she behaved... She was nothing like the log-brained women of these lands who thought wrestling a beer keg was the most attractive thing to a drunk man.

She was... Truly out of this world.

Finally, amidst wreckage and destruction, Katrina found her was back to the party, reuniting once more; Kratos had blood splattered on him, and Atreus was panting - Still, as soon as he saw her, the boy skipped in front of her and chirped happily. "We killed a God! Kat, we killed Magni!"

"Who is Magni?" the red haired Goddess looked in confusion at the young boy - And then it registered to her. "Wait - Did you just say - You killed a God?! Here?!" she crouched to his side, grabbing his face gently and analysing him from each side and angle. "You are not hurt anywhere, are you? Everything okay?"

"Yes, we're okay! Don't worry!" he smiled cutely.

"Magni is one of Thor's sons - Magni and Modi - They attacked us when we went for the chisel." Mimir explained proudly. "Minor Aesir, yes - But Thor... Not minor at all."

"Hey, I just realised - Magni - He didn't come back to life!" Atreus pointed out, making Mimir hum in realisation.

"You said you killed him - He would just... Die... Right?" Atreus shook his head at her.

"It's known the Aesir find their own way to Valhalla. No Valkyrie escort, no processing at the gates of Helheim. THAT may be significant." the head explained to the Olympian.

"How fascinating - And scary." Katrina patted the boy's head. "What is dead may never die - Wonderfully done, Atreus. You have truly come a long way. I am sure your father is very proud of you - Is that right, Kratos?" she turned to look at the Spartan with a vixen look.

Kratos grunted under his breath, looking away. "Yes." he let out, making the boy blush and look down.

"Thank you, Father."

"Think nothing of it. They attacked us - I simply defended ourselves. I fear no judgement." the laconic one spoke simply. "Let us be on our way."

Back on the boat, the party was finally leaving that frozen wasteland; Mimir was telling yet another story, Kratos was rowing the boat, and Atreus, exhausted as he was, fell asleep leaning into Katrina's side. Smiling, she placed her arm over his body, bringing him into a warm embrace - Except, she also eventually got lulled into a quick nap, thanks to the head's stories.

How did a story about Freyja and Odin turn into a dream about herself into a moonlit forest, she did not know, but she was disorientated. Tall trees were surrounding her - So tall she could hardly see the stars peaking through. The snarls of wild animals brought her out of her wonder, and howls sent shivers down her spine. Soon, she was almost surrounded by a pack of starving wolves - And she could not use her powers. What an awful dream, she realised - With no way of waking herself.

Begrudgingly, she started to run in the opposite direction as fast as her legs could take her; Hermes' sandals weren't working, her powers weren't working - Was she supposed to become wolf food for her to wake up?

Finally, she reached a flower meadow, and she felt... A sense of calm and safety. She couldn't explain why, but seeing the silver light of the moon falling onto her made her feel like nothing in the world could hurt her;

The wolves arrived soon after, but she was not afraid.

The sound of heavy hooves pounding against the ground made her head snap in the opposite direction, and a large stag pranced in front of her, his large antlers throwing the predators away, making them run away yelping in fear and pain.

Katrina was in awe - Not only had she never seen a stag twice the size of a regular one, but... This one... He was so proud and imposing, with his head high and looking like a true King; His fur way silver, and glowing in the moonlight, with runes she could not understand painted onto it. His large antlers looked like silver or white gold, and they were adorned with jewellery of all kind. He stepped away from her, and offered one look - Large, purple eyes, glowing like two amethyst gems were looking at her.

"Thank you." she whispered in a voice that was mixed with love and admiration. Her hand slowly reached out, one foot was placed in front of the other, slowly taking steps towards it. "You saved me." but the more she approached, the more wary the mystical animal looked - And soon, in pranced away, fading into the forest like mist. "Wait, no - Do not leave me here - Please...!"

"Kat?" her eyes opened, yet her body remained still - Atreus calling her name woke her out of her daydreaming. "We arrived at Tyr's temple."

"Thank you. It seems I was daydreaming a little." she smiled sweetly... But the Spartan could sense something was not right. Still, he said nothing - Not yet.

They entered inside Tyr's vault and found a triptych about the very man - A God, yet loved by all, Giants included. But their attention was drawn to the sand bowl, not to the vague Tyr mural; Kratos urged his son to read the rune, but Atreus had another plan -

"Come look - Let me show you how to read this." what a sweet boy! "You too, Kat! I'm sure all these weird runes must look confusing to you - Coming from another land and all that."

"That is not necess--" the son cut off his father.

"You've taught me so much." the boy insisted. "Let me teach you something."

Katrina's face was all a smile, and she was glowing with joy, seeing the two finally having positive interactions. "That is so sweet of you, Atreus! Truly!" she pushed Kratos towards his son, and she herself stepped forward.

"Atreus..."

"Come on. You already speak it. Learning to read won't be that hard." Atreus kept going.

Kratos knelt by the sand bowl to get a closer look. "I know how to read, boy. Just not this tongue."

"And it is quite the difficult language." Katrina admitted sheepishly.

"You're halfway there already then." he pointed towards the sand. "Okay... So the runes represent a lot of different things. Some Gods, some animals, and some are--"

"Wait."

Kratos held his hand up, making the boy stop abruptly, looking apologetic. "Oh, am I going too fast? Sorry, I'll --"

"Not that. Do you smell something?" the two gods shared a look;

"Yeah, I do. Smells like.... Rain?"

Rain? Thunder? Thor? Thor's son looking for revenge?

As soon as she realised that connection, Katrina threw her arms around Atreus and leaped out of the way of vengeance, as Modi, the other son of Thor, threw lightning from his weapon at the sandbowl. Kratos was sent flying away, but the other two were safe in a corner.

And then, Modi came into the scene; A burly man with ginger-yellow hair and bear like straw, a mace with which he held Kratos down with its lightning powers, and a shield in his other arm. He hardly looked dangerous, and yet...

"You ruined everything!" Modi growled angrily. "I earned that fucking hammer! But now everyone's gonna think I only got it 'cause Magni's gone! I'll be a JOKE!" how was that cheap lightning keeping the Spartan to the ground, Katrina wondered in shock. There was no way any power in the world was capable of overpowering the God of War, Kratos himself... Right? "But if I'll kill you --" he amped up the power of his lightning. "No one's gonna laugh at me!"

"No!!" Atreus got up, shooting an arrow at Modi - Which he easily deflected with his shield. The poor boy, seeing his lack of power, slowly approached his father, reaching out to him - But the lightning latched onto his arm also, hurting him.

"Wow, are you dumb." that comment, along with the profanity earlier, truly angered the Goddess. "That your father's doing, or did you get it from your mum? She stupid AND ugly?"

"SHUT UP!!" the boy tried to lash out at the Aesir, but Katrina immediately caught him mid air. "You don't know anything about my mother!!" he wiggled aimlessly in her arms. "Kat, let me go! Let me at him! I'll kill him!"

"Oh, that's true, but I'm gonna get to know you really well. You're gonna be my new brother... Right after I finish killing your father!"

"STOP IT!!! WAAA!!!!" in her arms, Atreus started glowing, roaring loudly... Similar to Kratos' Spartan rage. Alas, the boy was weak, and did not know about his true heritage - Instead of unleashing his powers, he fell limp into her arms.

"Atreus!" she carefully placed him onto the ground.

"Whoops... I think I broke him." the bastard laughed mockingly.

"You will regret the day you were born into this world." Katrina was visibly angry; Glowing with green magic, vine tendrils flowing around from the underground latched onto Modi's mace, repeatedly plummeting him with his own weapon; Blood was spraying everywhere ---

And the bastard ran away like a coward.

"Kratos." calming down, she ran to kneel by the boy's side. "We must go to Freyja right now. Only she knows the magic to save him." she placed her hands on the Spartan's face. "I can only keep him stabilised, thanks to his Greek heritage - But the other side of him is foreign to me, and my powers do not work on him."

"She is right, brother - There is no other way." Mimir urged the father to quickly pick up his child and follow the Goddess quickly towards Freyja's cottage - Instead of going slowly by boat, Katrina summoned a tendril bridge across the water sheen going through the witch's cave, close to the entrance where they went up by the elevator.

Kratos was pacing, step by step, back and forth with worry. The Goddess could do nothing except keep her hand on his arm, squeezing it. "The fever burns hotter. He is shaking." he looks at her with pleading eyes.

"Give him to me. Rush to Freyja's door and let her know we are here. I will be right behind." he nodded his head, placing his son into her arms to carry and nurture slowly across the wooden bridge to the witch's door.

"Freya! Open the door!" Kratos shouter, kicking and hitting her door desperately. "We need your help!" no answer. "Woman, do you hear me?! It is urgent!"

"I am still a God! Go away!" came her cheeky response.

"The boy has fallen ill!" that caught her attention. "Freya!"

When it came to the child, the door was already open, and Freyja was met with Katrina and her soothing green magic engulfing the boy in her arms; By her side, an almost-trembling worried father, whose heart was breaking at the mere sight of his fainted, ill son.

Freyja guided them inside swiftly. "This is no ordinary illness - The boy's true nature - YOUR true nature - Fights within him." she urged the goddess to place Atreus on the bed. Kratos knelt by his side, cupping his son's face.

"I did this to him...?" terrified, he looked up, begging the witch. "Will you help me?"

"Of course." she breathed out, sitting on the bed. "There is a rare ingredient found only in Helheim. The keeper that protects the Bridge of The Damned... I need its heart."

"Hel..." he grunted out loud.

"The Realm of the Dead. Do you know it?" the witch asked.

"Not this one..." but the land of Thanatos truly was terrifying.

Freyja closed her eyes, her head tilted away as if reliving the dread of those forsaken lands. "It is a land of unyielding cold. Fire cannot burn there, and no magic in all the nine realms can create a blaze. As for the dead... Your frost axe will be useless. You'll need to find something else."

"Do you think my nature magic can work there? My Magic is not of these lands... Yet it hardly can count as fire." Katrina asked softly.

"It may work, but I cannot say to what extent." the witch spoke solemnly.

Kratos straightened his back, and looked resolute. With a heavy heart, he spoke. "Then I must return home..."

"Sparta?" the Goddess blurted out without thinking; For a second there, he thought Kratos would still consider his birthplace his 'home'... Clearly, no longer.

He didn't say anything at first; He looked down at his arms, his fingers trailing over the ghost of the chains seared painfully into the flesh of his forearm. "... I must dig up a past I swore would stay buried."

"... The Blades..." the red haired Goddess whispered, her eyes wide with surprise. "You took them with you...?"

"I had no choice." he muttered. "Everywhere I went, they followed. Cast in the deepest waters, burnt in the hottest blaze, frozen in the coldest mountains... Yet when I turned, they had already returned by my side."

Katrina sighed solemnly. "Thus goes the curse of Athena and Ares. They might be dead, but they will never stop being menaces." she understood him very well - Though not physically afflicted by their ill-will, she still flinched thinking of everything she went through, at the accord of the Gods. Were it not for Hermes and his love, she would have long given up on people and become one of the Hunters of Artemis... Or maybe become a Moon Sister for Selene...

"Who you were before doesn't matter. This boy is not your past - He is your son. And he needs his father." she grabbed his hand, drawing a rune in his palm to be able to open the bridge to Helheim; Then warned him not to cross the Bridge of The Damned under any circumstance known to mankind or any other race.

Freyja urged the Spartan to leave already and do his duty to his son - Alas poor man was stuck by his child's side, cradling him protectively. He was terrified to leave his side... Not out of mistrust of Freyja, but out of fear of anything happening to Atreus. "Worry not, Kratos. Neither of them can touch you anymore. We assured of that ages ago." Katrina placed her hands gently on her lover's face, making him look at her - Her kind, loving eyes that never failed to caress his heart with safety and warmth. "I will come with you back home. I will protect you from them."

"You must to stay with the boy." the Spartan replied gravely.

"I have done all I can for now. I will help you retrieve the Blades... And return when you must leave for Hel." she carefully kissed his brow. "Right now, you need me more than he does, Kratos."

"Whatever you decide to do - Just be on your way already. The situation is urgent." Freyja urged them to hurry up.

Kratos rose to his feet, took a few steps towards the door, and then stopped. "Freya." he breathed out. "Last we spoke... I was..."

"no. You are right to distrust the word of a god." despite their earlier altercation, the goddess knows best about the capricious and disloyal nature of gods. "No need to explain. Not to me. Not for that." her voice was tender and mellow, with hints of sorrow. "I will keep him safe. That's a mother's promise."

With one last look at the boy, Kratos nodded at Freyja and exited her cottage, Katrina walking right behind him. Together they boarded the witch's boat to return to his home. Mimir tried to speak, but it was for naught - Kratos needed quiet... He needed peace of mind... Reassurance... His hands were held tightly together, his head bowed - Instead of Katrina, he could see opposite of him the arrogant smirk of Athena. O, how he dreaded that loathsome bitch, how glad he was that he killed her back then, even by accident.

The storm was raging, the animals were running away, the sky was blood red and the world was in disarray - But that was all in Kratos' mind. Katrina tried to reach out to him - But then stopped. Her arm fell down by her side, and for a second, she hesitated - Should she really disturb him? Touch him? Bother him out of his stupor?

She rose her hand back again, but before she could speak a word, the boat arrived upon land, and her opportunity to calm his mind was lost - He was already off the boat and meters ahead of her... He was always ahead of her... She could only ever see his back, never within reach... Always out of her reach...

Finally catching up to him, she saw the man knelt on the ground, with a blanketed item took from within the hidden trap in the floor... A red greek blanket that once unwrapped, revealed the old blades... His arms were shaking, his body was stiff, his mind in turmoil. Katrina knelt next to him, her hands taking hold of his own.

"You can do it, Kratos. I am right here. Atreus needs you." her sweet whispers breathed life and courage into him. "Ares is no longer here - Nor is Athena... Or Zeus." she went on. "The chains will not burn you any longer... They will not betray you again. They are yours alone to control from now on."

"Athena is speaking to me." he grumbled lowly, frustrated, angry, as he grabbed the chains of the blades and hesitating, he wrapped them, roll by roll, over his forearms.

"Athena is only in your head. She is not real." her hands grabbed the chains, helping him wrap them over his clothed flesh. "You do not answer to her any longer. You are the master of your own life. No one is left to dictate your fate - Everything in this world is forged with these two hands of yours, Kratos." her hands moved over his own, closing them in tight fists over the handles of the weapons. "No matter what may happen... No matter where you go... I will always be there to protect you."

"... Thank you." it was not often he thanked anyone, but this was his confidante for so many ages... He owed her plenty, yet offered her nothing.

She got up, extending her arms for him to take, helping him up. "Think nothing of it." she smiled sweetly at the man. "May this flower protect you, just like old times. May you return to me, safe and sound, and with your goal achieved." sheepishly, she placed her hands over his broad chest, getting on her tippy toes and stealing a kiss. "I have waited for you aeons. Do not make me wait any longer."

"I shall try." he grunted, turning to walk out of the cottage.

"Take care of him, okay, brother?" she playfully called out for Mimir.

"Aye, sister, I will!" and thus, the two were completely out of her sight; And with that, the Olympian sight, stepping out into the snow.

This little cottage once sheltered a loving family... A family she will never belong to, with a woman she could never replace. She could see clearly, Kratos loved Faye, the same he loved Lyssandra... And he loves Atreus the same he once loved sweet Calliope. She will never truly have a spot in his heart, it seemed... Yet her heart will never stop loving him all the same.

Even so, she did not feel hopeless as before... DIsappointed, yes, truly... Making such a journey to find a man who did not wait for her, and made a loving family for himself... A bittersweet outcome for the both of them... Yet with all that, she cannot truly fault him, not entirely. She had Hermes, and Hermes she loved more than life itself. Though a mere comfort at first, he become her home more than she could ever imagine... And now, she feels guilty and cold... She feels... Out of place.

The connection she once shared with Kratos seemed frozen... Perhaps out of grief, his heart broken, shattered, unwilling to mend itself; The mourning was far too fresh to heal, if ever it will... And Katrina knew best, there was no cure for a broken heart, no matter how loving one is.

Perhaps she should leave the Nord once she helps them achieve their goal. A long journey, yes... But she was unsure whether she had any place staying in this frozen wasteland any longer... No one holding her back...

Yet... That dream she had, of the mystical stag protecting her... What was that all about? She had plenty of dreams in her lifetime, but none quite like that. It felt... Like her soul was being embraced with love and purpose... A warmth of understanding and safety that she didn't feel before. It was something akin to her friendship with darling Artemis with whom she was bound with heart and friendship, yet also it felt... Intimate, in a way that only Aphrodite and Anteros would understand. It was a bond that transcended any planar universe and spiritual myths, all which she could not understand. Truly, this place was filled with mysteries.

Once she reached Freyja's cottage, she quickly sat back on the bed, tending to the boy - Or at least, the side of him that held Kratos' Greek blood.

The cottage was hushed, lit by low firelight and the eerie blue-green glow of protective runes dancing around Atreus’s unconscious body. Freyja murmured incantations under her breath, her hands steady as they floated over the boy’s brow. A sacred mist hung in the air, thick with herbs and subtle Vanir magic... Or maybe it was the famed Old magic, she was unsure. Katrina knelt beside the child, palms glowing faintly with her own nature power, stabilizing the child’s fevered breath.

Hours passed. Atreus’s color slowly returned. The worst was being held at bay — For the moment, at least.

For once, her thoughts were not occupied with images of home, of her family and friends, nor worries of Kratos - In her mind, she kept recalling the scene with the stag, dissipating into the forest like mist. She did not know how long she was absorbed by her thoughts - Until the witch stepped away from the child to brew some tea for the two of them.

"Thank you, Lady Freyja." she smiled dearly, tasting the tea. "Hmm... Herbal, yet very sweet and aromatic, with a touch of honey. Just how I love it. You are an amazing tea-brewer."

"Thank you; I imagined you would be the sweet-tea type." she hummed, a small smile on her face. "Your mind is elsewhere, sister. What is bothering you?"

She thought she was being subtle, how rude of her! "Forgive me - I did not realise my transgression." she offered an apologetic smile.

"There is nothing to forgive." the witch spoke. "Kratos will be fine out there; And the child is safe, until his father arrives." she reassured her. "Yet, if I am not mistaken, your thoughts are on neither issue."

"You are correct." the red haired lady let out a breathy chuckle. "I had this dream recently, you see... A most peculiar dream, yet no less fascinating." she went on, looking at Freyja; Her voice was almost giddy, like a child. "I was in a moonlit forest... I could not use my powers, and I was being chased by a pack of wolves. I ran through the trees until I reached a meadow - And then a stag appeared out of nowhere, protecting me. It hit the wolves with his antlers, making them run away." Freyja's breath hitched in her throat - She knew what the dream represented... But... How could a foreigner have such a dream, when she herself never had one such dream? "The stag was twice as big as any I have seen before, fur was silver, shining with the moon; It had some kind of runes in his fur... The antlers were large, like silver, adorned with jewellery..." she did not know yet, but she was holding a most precious smile on her face - One of a woman truly mesmerised. "And his eyes... They were glowing with the most beautiful purple I have seen in my life. Those eyes were... So gentle when they looked at me... It was like... He could see me. Like no one's ever seen me before."

"Sister - What you are describing is what we call a 'fylgja dream'." Freyja explained.

"Fyl-Gee-Jah?" Katrina tried to pronounce the difficult word, making Freyja pronounce it slower.

"Fylgja." she repeated herself. "A fylgja is a spiritual bond between two living beings... It is... Something very powerful, more ancient than even magic. Few are lucky enough to have one, and even fewer to meet their own." Freyja spoke with disappointment. "I, myself, had never dreamt of one." she continued. "The stag your dreamt of the is spiritual representation of your mate's soul. Likewise, when he dreams, he will not dream of you, but of the shape your soul will take in the astral planes of your dreams."

"... Are you saying a Fylgja is like a soulmate? A person bound by soul and love?" Katrina sounded almost terrified. "But - That cannot be. Kratos is my fated loved since long ago when Anteros, the God of Love, shot his arrows and it hit the two of us. There is no way there would be another... After so long..." she turned to look at Freyja with eyes that sparkled with confusion and... Something else. "... Could it?"

"Kratos may be your fated loved from your own homelands - But a fylgja is something deeper - Something that connects two people by their soul. It is not only the love of a wife and a husband, or that of two lovers - It is a love that transcends the boundaries of time and land. It is stronger than a friendship, stronger than trust." Freyja hesitated a little. "It is as if someone finally understand you wholly."

Katrina's eyes widened in surprise. "That is exactly what I felt looking into the stag's eyes!" she exclaimed. "So... This Fylgja... It manifested because I came into these lands? And the other person... It must mean they are also from here, then? And... Not Kratos."

"I fear so." Freyja nodded solemnly. "And... The only being I know with purple eyes is an Aesir named Heimdall."

"Heimdall... As in, the seer? What were they saying... Watchman of Asgard...?" the lady tried to recall things that weren't insults about the very God.

"And quite literally one of the biggest assholes I have ever met, and coincidentally, Odin's lap dog - May Nature protect you, sister, if your fylgja is truly him." Freyja's words were spat with disgust.

"I... I met a stranger with purple eyes a little while ago - By the frozen northern dock where Thamur fell. I found him on a mountain peak, throwing insults to a dead flower." she explained softly. "He thought I was a mortal, yet when I healed the flower, he spoke no more of his profanities."

"Did you touch him?!" the witch sounded visibly allarmed.

"I -- Yes, I did. I placed the flower in his hair - Very beautiful gold hair styled in complex braids." and she also kissed his cheek, but she didn't feel recalling that memory out loud would have made the Vanir Goddess any happier.

Freyja started muttering under her breath agitated - No doubt, curses, Katrina thought to herself. "Do yourself a favour and try to stay as far away as possible - You hear me? He is dangerous - Not only to you, but for everyone. He is merciless, arrogant - And loyal to a fault to Odin only. He sees things others can't - He hears thoughts, reads minds - Sister, he will be your worst nightmare... And your own undoing." her warning was sharp and vehement.

"But... He did not pull away from my touch. It felt... It felt right." she tried to reason with the witch - But she shook her head, sighing in sorrowful resignation.

"It will not be easy, I know - Your hearts are already calling to each other. You are already connected. But listen to me, Kat - A fylgja can be a blessing... Or a curse, especially when the one you're bound to was never meant to love."

Katrina gulped and spoke no more; How could it be, that an innocent dream turned into such a fright? A being that protected her couldn't possibly attack her... Wish her ill... Could it? No, it was... It was impossible. Still, she didn't feel compelled to speak again, nor did she need to, for thankfully, Kratos arrived just in time to spare her the awkwardness of silence.

Freyja snatched the frozen heart from the Spartan's hands then rushed to the cauldron, throwing it right in the boiling concoction; As he knelt to the boy's side, the witch brought the glowing blue magical liquid, placing the bowl on his chest so he can inhale the cinders and mist.

She then told him the story of her son... Of how she tried to protect her son from the prophecy that predicted his death... And yet, in the end, she did nothing but make him hate her. She thought herself selfish and arrogant for trying everything in her power so save her child...

Atreus woke up with a gasp and hopped to his feet. He still looked pale and dizzy... And sad. Even still, he was in the right condition to travel. As a silent thank you, Freyja and Kratos held each other's arm, squeezing softly and nodding at each other. He will never forget her kindness.

Once again, they left through the back door to reach the boat; Even when he hopped in the boat, the child was quiet... Brooding. He must have overheard their talk. He remained silent.

"Why do you say nothing?" his father asked, the rope of the boat over his shoulder so he can carry it into the waters.

"You said I was cursed." Atreus spoke serenely. "You think I'm weak because I'm not like you. I know I was never what you wanted... But... After all this, I thought... Maybe things were different."

"Child... You misunderstood your father's words." the Goddess sighed, patting the boy's head. "You are not weak because you are not like his father - You are weak because you are just like him." and once again, she spoke in riddles.

"You are wrong, Kat... And at least I know the truth now." he spoke almost spitefully, slowly pushing her hand away.

"The truth..." Kratos stopped walking and contemplated. He briefly looked back at the Goddess. "The truth." she nodded at him, encouraging him to speak. He turned back to look forward, and spoke. "I am a god, boy." his voice was loud and clear. "From another land, far from here - The same land as Katrina." he spoke. "When I came to these shores, I chose to live as a man... But the truth is... I was born a god. And so were you." his words were grave and solemn. "Boy? Have you nothing to say?" the father's heart was tiny with fear at what his son's reaction will be.

Kat looked at the boy - He was puzzled, if anything. "I'm... Can I... Turn into an animal...?"

"Can you... Turn... Into an animal...?" Kratos, repeating his son's words, made the Goddess laugh copiously.

"You two are so adorable!" she leaned back on the boat, almost falling over.

THe man shook his head, pulling the boat again, making both the others lose balance a little. "No... No, I do not think so." he spoke simply, incredulous at the childish and outlandish question he just received.

"I'm a god! Mother knew? She was a god too?" the boy asked very curious and excited.

"No, she was mortal, but she knew my true nature." he said plainly.

"I'm a god...!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" he asked curious.

Kratos got onto the boat, sitting down and placing his head over his child's cheek, having a heart-to-heart with him. "I had hoped to spare you." he breathed out. "Being a god... It can be lifetime of anguish and tragedy. That is the curse."

"What sorts of things can I do?" the child asked immediately. "Can I fly? Or turn invisible?" he looked down briefly. "I... Do not feel like a god."

"I do not know the reach of your godhood, but over time, we will learn." Kratos pushed the boat off the shore with his oar.

"You sure I can't turn into a wolf?" the boy asked once again.

"You are welcome to surprise me." his father answered.

"Kat, what can you do? I mean - You're just like a witch, but not quite! You're a god - Like Freyja!" he looked at the lady who smiled sweetly at him.

"As you saw previously, I govern over nature itself. I feel the energy of life itself... And, on certain occasions, I have lovely chats with squirrels." she giggled sweetly.

"How cool... Do you think I'll be able to do that too?" he inquired immediately.

"Who know? It does take a while for your powers to manifest, I suppose. Forgive me, many centuries passed by, I remember little of my childhood." the lady scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I just knew I was drawn to the nature itself, so I spent most of my time in the forests."

"Every god is unique, lad. You will figure it out." Mimir chimed in after so long.

"So... Maybe I won't get strong like father... But I'll have abilities all of my own?" he asked, tilting his head to the side like a cute puppy.

"You already do, laddie! Your faculty for language is extraordinary for one so young." the head praised him. "Time alone will tell what else you'll become capable of."

"And thankfully, there is plenty of time ahead of us." the lady added.

And with this realisation, the veiled truth coming out, the party was free to return to Tyr's vault, back at the sand bowl where they were previously attacked by that cowardly Modi, ready to embark on a new journey and find their way to Jotunheim and finish their quest.

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borzoia · 1 year ago

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Freya relationship Headcanons

. Sapphic!Freya x Reader . TW; Mention of Magic Mushrooms, a little angst (as a treat)

She’d protect you in any means possible, she’s almost overprotective or too watchful, never in a toxic way but from pure concern.

100% does shrooms and would do shrooms with you (best trip sitter ever??? Her voice is so calming)

Incredibly sarcastic.

Would have a section of her garden just for you even if you don’t live together yet.

Speaking of living together, SHE WILL BOTHER (sweetly) TF OUTTA YOU UNTIL YOU MOVE IN WITH HER.

“You already spend the night so much, besides you wouldn’t even have to move– everything’s already here!”

Her love language is gift giving and acts of service, broke your bow? Take hers. Hungry? She already cooked your favorite meal.

Dramatic sapphic.

Literally writes letters and poetry if you leave for like 3 days, she’s already mourned and created an altar for you.

Post 2018

She would hide from you, too scared to confront the complex emotions she’s dealing with and too scared to break your (and her) heart.

If you did find her she would be cold and distant, not like how she was with Atreus more like she’s emotionally distancing herself from the situation.

Would ask if you’re eating well.

Leaves food for you but never a note.

Post Ragnarok

Would definitely consult Kratos or Sigurn before approaching you, and would take her time to really think about what she wants to say.

When she does see you she has to fight the urge to beg for forgiveness, she knows that letting her emotions get the better of her isn’t the best way to handle it.

Completely understands your anger and mistrust, let’s you think for about a week before coming back. (The longest week of her life)

If you’ve moved on she holds her sorrow until she’s alone, weeping into her pillow in the solace of the night.

If you go back to her she’s so grateful and make sure you knows that, *hint hint*

She tries but things aren’t the same, *she’s* not the same, you two both find comfort in each other’s attempts to bring back what once was.

#My wife of several years #shes a sapphic idc #FREYA WOMEN LIKER CANON!!#bite me #god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow ragnarok #freya god of war #freya x reader #gowr #gow2018

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theautisticcentre · 2 years ago

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Hi, I had this idea for Baldur after the final battle whilst he was choking his mother Freya Female Reader Baldur's wife comes and tells Baldur to stop, Baldur gets angry telling Reader she deserves to die. Still, Reader, tells him that death will be too easy for her and says "I think the best punishment for a grandmother is to not meet her grandchild" When Baldur hears that his wife is pregnant with his child he feels a swarm of joy in his heart....

OK, but gen question, is it OK if I send you a fic request after this?

Baldur's hands left Freya's throat in pure shock.

He had never thought that this was possible. His mind had only run with thoughts of vengeance on his mother when not spending time with you. He...had never thought of this as a possibility in his life.

"You mean...you're..." he asked, hints of shock, worry, and joy in his voice. You simply nodded. "I learnt when I felt them kicking in my belly." Baldur's gaze turned to your stomach, where your child was being carried. He dropped to his knees as his hands brushed against it.

Oh, how he loved regaining feeling now...being able to feel your stomach, as it carried your baby. He laid a soft kiss on it, as a smile faintly appeared on his face.

Completely forgetting about Freya, his attention was now purely on you, as you both walked off from Freya, Atreus and Kratos, leaving to be together, as Baldur felt his life now had a new purpose.

#god of war #gow baldur #gow freya #baldur x reader

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call-me-kermit · 2 months ago

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CALL ME KERMITTTTTT

I CALL UPON YOU, FACE ME YOU COWARD, I COMMAND YOU TO RISE ONCE AGAIN AND FACE ME (please feed your children we yearn for gow headcanons)

Oops, I did it again. . .

Prompt: They constantly have to repair things that you've broken, including you. AKA Very clumsy reader. Note: Not Proofread

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Kratos

You are one lucky bastard.

If he didn't care about you as much as he did, you, your clumsy hands, and lack of self-preservation would be out the door.

Somehow, you managed to rip the head off an axe while helping him chop wood.

He never let you chop wood again.

Somehow, you broke a damn broom while sweeping!

He had half a mind to wrap you up and keep you away from the world to protect you from yourself.

He had half a mind to tell you to sit and stay while he takes care of everything, but what good would that do?

Instead, he just huffs when he hears a crash, thud, or snap, and checks you for injuries.

He'll make you fix whatever is broken unless you're hurt.

He'll tend to your wound and force to to rest while he takes care of it.

Make no mistake, he'll still be grumpy.

Atreus

Anytime something breaks, even when he knows it wasn't you, he'll give you a taunting look.

"Just can't help yourself, huh?" He'll tease.

He knows you're clumsy; he's hyperactive enough to be able to keep up with it sometimes.

Sometimes.

Grabbing you before you slip.

Holding onto any fragile loot you find- "I'll give it back, promise."

He laughed the air from his lungs when you tried so hard to be careful but still managed to bump a vase and watched it shatter on the ground.

The hopeless stare on your face was priceless.

Always, always, has plenty of healthstones and bandages.

Mimir

What the hell is he supposed to do, huh?

All he can do is beg and plead for you to be careful.

All he could do was sigh when he heard something snap, and saw the wild look in your eye as you looked over your shoulder, trying to fix it before someone noticed.

All he could do was groan in sympathy when he watched you stumble, lose your balance, and fall on your face as you were putting boots on your feet.

"Deary, please," He'd plead. "Let the boy do that."

You're a mess, and if he weren't so charmed, he'd call you a lost cause.

Sindri

Stop.

Please stop.

He can't keep up.

He doesn't know how you manage, how you've lived this long.

He's as surprised as he is horrified.

How do you manage to break everything you touch?

It baffles him, and he's growing tired of fixing everything.

Of course, he won't scold you too bad, he can tell you feel guilty enough already.

But he's close to snapping and locking you away to protect his stuff.

All you have to do is pout and apologize the way you do, bring him something you made and he's right back to swooning over you.

He knows you can't help it, but please, for his sake, be more careful.

Freya

She's ever one to fret over you.

At first, she was at your beck and call whenever you needed help fixing something or wrapping a wound.

As she got used to having you around, she genuinely wondered if you had been cursed with how often you trip, stumble, and fall over.

Now, she'll just sign and tease you for being a handful.

She won't tolerate you not helping to fix what's broken.

She'll help fix it, but she didn't break it, so she won't be doing all the work.

That won't stop her from smiling and giving you a kiss on the head after cleaning you up.

Heimdal

It was the one thing about you he couldn't stand.

Of course, you never think about tripping or accidentally dropping and smashing a glass; it just happens.

It's the only thing that catches him by surprise.

As entertaining as it is to watch you flail and fumble as often as you do, it's become more of a bother than anything else.

At least once a day, he'll watch you, as graceful as you are, doing your horse, only to eat shit a second later.

No warning, just flat on your face.

At least he gets to coddle you and play hero, loving the grateful affection he receives for it.

So he'll tend to your wound, tell you to be more careful, and if you're lucky- if he's in a good mood- he'll kiss it better.

But for the love of God, get it together.

Baldur

He pays no mind to it.

Hardly notices.

Well, that's a lie; he notices everything about you.

He hardly cares.

Unless you're hurt, he doesn't give a fuck of you broke a vase.

You get away with it too, cause he's Odin's favorite and you're his.

If someone wants to yell at you for stumbling and knocking over their produce cart, it's their fault for being in your way.

It's a little toxic, but who cares, right?

He'll just throw some money down and usher you along.

Now, if your clumsy nature gets you hurt, yikes.

He can't feel pain, but he sure as he'll will tear the world apart to keep you from feeling it.

Ironic, huh?

As jealous as he is that you can feel, he hates the look in your eye when something aches.

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•Kermitts Masterlist•

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coffeehighallthetime-blog · 2 years ago

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I'm Kind, Not Complacent chpt 7

chpt 7

word count: 2.6k

pairing: gow heimdall x reader, kids!

A/N: hello. I'm sorry this is late, I have been going through it 👉👈 and I'm just trying my best lol. thank you as usual to everyone who likes and comments and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it! there is not much Heimdall content in this chapter but I hope you enjoy hanging out with Freya!

@engardeitsme thank you, lovey for your support I appreciate you endlessly!

@nokolla @lunaryasha, thank you for reading and appreciating my writing! if anyone else would like to be tagged just let me know!. hope you all enjoy!

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Freya’s room was full of natural sunlight. Her windows reached from floor to ceiling, creating triangular shapes through the plant-filled space. Bare wooden beams braided with ivy vines and sweet moss towered high above into the scaffolding, and Yn’s eyes trailed from one to the other, how different breeds of plants dangled from hooks, and spiralled down towards her as if they wanted to greet her.

Yn turned her eyes to Freya's back as she walked around her table, watering her different plants.

“Go on then, pick up a watering can,” Freya spoke over her shoulder and Yn stiffened at being caught staring around once again before setting her things down and grabbing a pail, dipping it into a deep basin before joining Freya in water the plants around the room.

Yn had been going to lessons with Freya for nearly two months now, and the days always started the same. Freya never came to get her, it was Yn’s responsibility to come to the chamber on time, and if she was late, Freya stated the door would be locked. The goddess had taught her on her first day the importance of caring for the plants, especially since they were going to be taking from them. It must be an equal exchange. As a result, they had spent the first two weeks focusing on the care of Freya’s plants, how to water, how much, what the soil needs to be like for each specimen, feeding carnivorous varieties, pruning dead leaves and shriveled growth, and finally spells to whisper whilst the care is given to promote healthy growth. It had all made the girl's head spin at first, and the goddess didn’t seem to care if she caught up to the information or fell behind. Despite this, Yn quickly picked up the pieces, taking every challenge in stride with a smile on her face.

Freya finished first, sitting to prepare a pot of tea for the two as she watched the girl finish her pruning and watering. In their first few sessions, Yn would rush to finish after seeing Freya had stopped. However, after being scolded about skipping steps, clipping fresh leaves, and underwatering, the girl had learned to ignore what was going on around her and focus on doing a diligent job on her own time.

Freya would wait patiently, brewing tea and setting up the rest of their lesson. She had note cards next to specimens, explaining their names and what they were used for. There were step-by-step instructions on potions, with the ingredients put to the side, and pronunciations of incantations.

“It’s important we look at individual pieces. This way we can distinguish what needs to be added together to get the results we want.” Freya explained as Yn approached, sitting to sip her tea as Freya finished setting up.

“These are the specimens I had you research last week. I want you to look at each one, and from memory, tell me what each one is used for and how to apply it best.” Yn nodded as she immediately started to examine leaf shapes and textures to sort the different plants, writing her deductions on fresh parchment. Freya gave her this test once a week, and as Yn’s pen moved swiftly against the paper, the goddess could not help the pride that bubbled, nor could she ignore the raven watching them from the rafters, its bright red eye trained on the girl as she flawlessly recited newfound knowledge. Freyr glared up at it from the corner of her eye, a vine whipping to shoo it off its perch, “After this, we will work on spell pronunciation and if there is time, we will spare until the sun sets.”

“Yes, ma’am.” the girl spoke, focused on her task. Freya raised a brow as the girl started to configure the plants in a pattern of the different characteristics they possessed, and then into the different medicines they could be used for, Including tonics the goddess had not yet taught her. In particular, a medicine using a combination of yarrow and mallow. Yn looked up to meet Freya’s gaze and smiled sheepishly. “I noticed these are both strong plants for healing and thought they may be good for a wider variety of healing if they were to be combined. Mimir taught me a bit about mallow, which is from here in Asgard, but this is from Vanir, right?” She held up the yarrow and Freya nodded.

“You’re combining ingredients from different realms?”

“O-oh, is that not allowed?” Yn frowned, lowering the plants, grabbing her notes, and flipping to a page for Freya to see her writings. The girl had been doing some of her own research on the combinations of specimens. Freya’s brow furrowed as she read the scribbles. They were conclusions she had come to but never thought to teach the girl for fear it may bring too much attention to her from Odin.

“ It’s complicated. We are meant to be focusing on Vanir magic for the time being.”

“Ah ok… I just thought… u-m it’s stupid, I’m sorry-” Freya shook her head and smiled, tapping at the girl’s notes.

“Explain it to me.” Yn smiled and explained her process as Freya pushed over the mortar and pestle so they could test the hypothesis. The magic was sound and Freya couldn’t help the smile that kept pulling at her cheeks. The girl was exceptionally bright and used her affinity for logic to aid her in her studies. Odin was right to show an interest in the girl, and that was the true cause for Freya’s want to keep the girl at the basics for as long as possible. Yet despite this, the girl’s intelligence was inspiring and her passion, infectious. For a moment, on these odd mornings during lessons, Freya lost herself in the innocence of the young goddess’s exploration and tried her best to ignore her true reason for being tasked to teach the girl.

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“I can’t do this,” Freya whispered to Mimir as they traded the girl for her lessons. The man stiffened slightly, resting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. He smiled down at her and pushed her toward the door.

“Go set your things down, lass, I’ll be right with ya.” Yn frowned but complied, worried she was in trouble. As the door shut, Mimir whipped to stare down at the goddess.

“That is not for you to decide.”

“She’s just a child.” Freya stood ridged, her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at the satir. Mimir stood his ground, his visage unreadable to her. Freya had always hated his ability to not show his emotions on his face.

“She’s been given a purpose here, my queen. A purpose bestowed onto her by the All-Father himself. Or have you forgotten?”

“I have forgotten nothing,” she spat, her eyes like hot coals. “I know very well why she’s here and refuse to continue raising another warhorse for him to-

“The girl is bright and strong, and we are only helping her on-”

“So she can be used to kill millions-”

“This is not our choice-”

“There is no choice!” The goddess’s wings flexed out, the feathers rattling as her shoulders shook with rage. Mimir stood like a statue, his bifrost eyes shimmering finally with an emotion Freya could see; sorrow.

“You know as well as I do,” Mimir spoke softly, a melancholic smile on the corner of his lips, “that this is beyond the both of us…” He turned, placing his hand on the door of his study, “every day I am with her, I feel like I am raising my own child… and then leading her to her death…” His eyes pointed into a deep glare as he looked at the goddess over his shoulder, “But I’ll be damned if I don’t equip her with the tools to give her a fighting chance.”

Mimir opened the door and walked in wordlessly, leaving it open by a hair. Freya could hear the girl on the other side, asking if the goddess was upset with her.

“Now who could ever be upset with you, little thing.” Mimir’s voice rumbled through the door. Freya peaked through the crack, watching as Mimir ruffled the girl’s hair and her laugh filled her chest and sank to her stomach.

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“That’s enough, child,” Freya spoke softly to the girl, setting down her water and sitting on a stool, ushering Yn to do the same. “You are doing well. I don’t even need to keep an eye on you, anymore.”

“Thank you, Ms. Freya,” Yn spoke softly as she pulled herself onto her stool. She picked up the teapot sitting at the wooden table and slowly poured some into the goddess’s cup before filling her own. “Do you think I’ll be ready to learn spells soon?” Freya hummed and sipped her tea, the steam whsiping up into the rafters.

“Possibly. How do you feel about pronunciation?” the girl shuffled slightly in her seat, pouring honey into her cup.

“I’ve been practicing every morning and night, miss. I really do think I’m ready. I-I’ve been excited to start spells as I have been working hard on potions and medicine a-and want to start on new lessons so that I can be of use to the All-Father sooner-”

“Why do you want to learn magic, Yn.” the girl paused, her cup hovering just below her lips.

“Well… I thought that’s why I was here.” she lowered her cup, letting the warmth of the cup heat her hands. “Mimir a-and the All-Father-”

“I did not ask what the two old men want, or why we need to be in this room together for two hours every other day,” Freya spoke, her face like a stone as she looked down at the girl. Yn swallowed dryly, setting her cup down and staring down at her knees. Freya frowned, and tucked a finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her head up for their eyes to meet. “I’m asking why you want to be here…why do you stay…”

Yn stared up into Freya’s eyes, feeling a sense of calm rush over her. Her shoulders relaxed and she stared back at the goddess, her vision steady.

“I want to know….” Freya smiled, releasing her chin

“Know what?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I want to know… about the world. About my place in it. I want to know how to be an actual deity. Someone who can be strong enough to protect people, to protect Vanaheim, as you did…I can’t do that if I don’t even know the extent of what I am. Goddess of peace who only knows how to manipulate…goddess of logic who thinks too much with her heart…” Freya listened in silence, letting the girl speak before resting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“There are always more sides to a god than originally known. I am the goddess of love and family, but I am also the goddess of war.” the girl nodded slowly, wrapping her head around the idea there may be more to her than even she knew.

“S-so you are saying those opposites… may be a part of me for a reason? That could be…full of chaos and madness?” the girl trembled at the thought, her skin going pale. Freya frowned, setting down her own cup and resting a hand on her lap.

“Possibly, but possibly not.” Freya’s voice was strong and caring, her eyes focused on the girl’s, “But just because they are, does not make you a goddess to be feared. Two sides of a coin just help to have a deeper understanding of oneself.” the girl still couldn’t stop the tremble in her hands but looked up to meet the goddess’s gaze, her breath steadying. Freya closed her hands around the girl’s. “We will figure everything out together. I promise.” Yn swallowed and slipped out of her stool, hugging Freya around the waist and burying her face in the woman’s stomach. Freya wrapped her arms around the girl, squeezing her tightly. She couldn’t help the hot coal sinking down her throat and settling in the pit of her stomach, knowing she was bound to both teach the girl and tell Odin about every instance of growth until she was what he envisioned her to be. They were all nothing but puppets in the end.

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“Mimir?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’m dangerous?”

The man froze mid-stride, looking down at the girl beside him, her hand clasped in his as they walked to supper. She frowned at his stiffness and looked away, tugging him down the hall.

“It’s ok… I guess I already knew the answer…” Mimir didn’t budge, pulling the girl gently back next to him and crouching down to her level. Yn looked at her feet, and when the satir tried to meet her gaze, she turned to avoid it.

“Lass, look at me.” When her head didn’t budge he tilted her head up and had to hold in a chuckle at the weak glare pointed at him. “Now what’s all this about?” she shuffled her feet, kicking up dust.

“ I don’t want to be a bad god…” She whispered, her hands wringing at the hem of her tunic. “Freya said I may be a goddess with more sides… meant to be able to manipulate and cause chaos… but I don’t want to be those things, I don’t want people to be scared of me.” She pushed, looking up at the man. “She said that it’ll be ok… but I still wanted to tell you because I don’t want you to think you should be scared…” Mimir sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“How could I ever be scared of you, sweet girl?” She huffed softly, rubbing her eyes.

“I don’t know…” he stood back up, ushering her with a hand to her back.

“Come on then. What say you we start with dessert tonight?”

“Really?”

“Sure! Just uh, don’t tell the queen.”

The girl hummed in agreement, but despite Mimir’s words and promise of sweets, she couldn’t stop the new knowledge of what she may be fester inside her, letting it fill her with dread. Freya had wanted to teach her, a Mimir had wanted to reassure, but really all they did was leave the girl with more fear and unanswered questions.

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For the first night in a while, Heimdall had been able to sleep peacefully without the overbearing ring of noises from the lodge keeping him awake. He lay curled in his furs, soft puffs of air passing past his lips as his chest raised and fell in a slow gentle rhythm. A knock and rattle of his door stirred him awake. He groaned, throwing the covers over his head, hoping they were lingering sounds that would soon dissipate as he fell deeper into the sleep. Maybe it was a drunk trying to get into his room downstairs or across the hall. There was silence and then another set of knocks, followed by a quiet voice whispering his name through the door. Heimdall frowned, his brows furrowing as he rubbed the sleep from his face. He slowly willed himself to sit up and looked over at his door, listening closer.

“Heimdall…” the voice trembled, “C-can I please come in?” the boy’s feet carried him to the door before he fully knew what he was doing, and he opened to meet glassy eyes staring back at him. Yn’s face brightened despite the tear stains, and she rubbed her eyes.

“I'm sorry, I know you were sleeping well and I didn’t want to-“

“Just,” he sighed, grabbing her wrist. “Come in so I can get back to sleep.” He didn’t let her respond, dragging her into his bed and laying his head back on his pillow, holding the covers open for her. Yn sniffled softly, and laid down next to him, letting his warmth slowly calm her. “What’s wrong.” He mumbled, his eyes already closed. Yn looked up at his face, how he was already starting to doze off. He had truly come a long way, and under other circumstances, she would have smiled.

“I’m worried I may be a bad god.”

“There is no such thing as a bad god, only weak underlings” he grunted, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head. She hummed, expecting an answer akin to this from the Aesir, still, it didn’t ease her.

“Still… I think people here are afraid of me… most of the maids won’t even look at me and the einherjar avoid me on the sparing grounds a-and even in the great hall…even at breakfast!…” she swallowed. “W-what if Mimir or Freya-”

“Anyone afraid of you is either brainless, “he spoke through a yawn, “or a coward. Now go to sleep.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Am I brainless or a coward?”

“No-”

“There you go.”

“Hm…” the girl smiled slightly, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she settled in the bed. “But do you dislike me?”

“If I disliked you would I wake up in the middle of the night and waste my precious sleep hours consoling your idiotic claims.” She didn’t respond and this was answer enough. He huffed through his nose, pulling the covers closer. “Go to bed, songbird.” She buried her head in his chest, sighing with a tired smile.

“Thank you, weasel…”

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arvolna · 1 year ago

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Freyr: Sooo... Kratos. You're lookin kinda fine today.

Kratos: I'm dating with your sister.

Freyr: damnit! 😭😭😭

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Freyr: Lunda you have to stop flirting with people-

Lunda: Dammnnn. Are you a forge? Because you're smokin hot!

Freyr: At least I tried

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Freya: So are you interested in anyone these days? Is there someone special?

Freyr, sarcasticly and maybe angry: I WAS PLANNING ON DATING WITH KRATOS BUT NOOO YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE HIM FROM ME. LIKE YOU DID WITH ODIN.

Freya:YOU LIKED ODIN?!

Freyr, shyly:... His female form.

Freya:For gods sake...

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Odin: Heimdall died?

Atreus: GG

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Freya: Hey mimir,

Mimir: yes my lady?

Freya:...

Mimir: uhh my lady?

Freya:...

Mimir: Freya?

Freya:....

Kratos: She's trying to annoy you.

Mimir: *GASP* HOW DARE YOU.

#Idk it just came to my mind.#god of war #god of war ragnarök #freyr #gow freyr #freyr god of war #freyr x reader #freyr gow #yngvi #heimdall #gow #gow odin #odin gow #kratos god of war #gow freya #freya gow #freya god of war #god of war mimir #gow mimir

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Chapter Seven

Masterlist

"I hope Freya is okay," Atreus said as he crossed the jungle of Vanaheim.

"She can care for herself," Kratos replied.

"We're still checking on her, though?"

"Her brother's forces are outnumbered. And there is much I owe her."

It is true that Freyr's gang was outnumbered. If Odin decided to send his troops, they would not be able to face it.

Freyr.

It is true that he can be unbearable and annoying at times, but he had always had a good heart. This idiot of a God who smoked strange herbs. You were brought out of your thoughts by noticing that the camp was empty. There was no one. You approached the fire, noticing that a pot was still on the fire and that the bowls filled with food had been left, barely started. They had left in a hurry. This was not normal. Kratos and Atreus also approached the campfire. They were just as puzzled as you were. A crack was heard, making you draw your weapons. You were back to back, carefully observing the surroundings, looking for the person or thing that was watching. Suddenly, the flames grew larger, forcing you all to step back. The flames and smoke dissipated, revealing a Vanir Archer that you knew all too well.

"(Y/N), Kratos, Atreus. A welcome reunion," the archer said, smiling at the trio and putting away his arrow. "Unexpected, but welcome."

"What are you doing here?" you asked, lowering your sword.

"Do you know him?" Atreus asked, puzzled.

"Yes. He's a friend, we're safe," you replied, looking at the archer. "You seem fine."

"You too. How long has it been? A hundred winters, my Lady?"

"Can't be… Is that who I think?" Mimir said as Kratos unhooked him from his belt so he could see the archer. "You shifty bastard! It's almost good to see you again. And for once in the shape of a man… or nearly."

"So that's how they got your head out of your ass," the archer commented, losing his friendly smile. "Maybe now you'll stop being such a half-blind, piss-drunk, oversexed liar. He was more of a pig than I ever was. Even if he calmed down a bit when lady (Y/N) came into his life."

"I do know you," Kratos said, giving the archer a stern look as he circled the campfire.

"Do you not recognize your handiwork?" he asked, revealing a scar on his side.

Realization struck Atreus as he saw the scar. That archer was none other than Hildisvíni. The boy turned to his father, asking him if he remembered the first time they had met Freya in the woods of Midgard, that man was none other than the boar they had hunted. Atreus' joy disappeared as he thought back to the moment he had shot an arrow at him. He looked at Hildisvíni, apologizing for that time. Hildisvíni contained himself from smiling at that.

"Freya's boar," Kratos commented, remaining on guard.

"Her Advisor and friend," Hildisvíni said, taking a step towards Kratos who took a defensive stance. "Counselor to the Vanir. And yes, while exiled at Midgard, was trapped in my boar form."

"No wonder you got hit by an arrow," you commented, chuckling and approaching Hildisvíni. "And only one."

"Haha. It's true that I had to run away from several," he replied, laughing a little before looking at Atreus. "And you succeeded that time."

"At my command," Kratos replied.

"No. My Arrow. My mistake," Atreus replied.

"Forgotten," Hildisvíni reassured before heading towards the camp exit with the trio. "Vanaheim needs our help more than ever. Even Mimir's. Come."

"Where is Freya? She came here to help her brother," Kratos said perplexed by the absence of Freyr and his men.

"She leads the search party for Freyr and Byggir. They've been captured by the Einherja," Hildisvíni explained.

"How'd that happen?" Mimir asked surprised.

"An ambush. Their presence has intensified since you last visit. To make matters worse, the Celestial Wolves haven't seen in days or at least I assume. Not easy, tracking time woth no moon in the sky."

You felt your heart collapse and your stomach tighten upon hearing the news. The Wolves had stopped their endless races? The moon had disappeared? A blow from Odin, you were sure. How had he managed to steal the moon? You were taken out of your thoughts when Hildisvíni took another path, probably to go find Freya while the three of you took care of going to see Skoll and Hati.

The jungle of Vanaheim was invaded by creatures who tried to stop you, without success. Once arrived in Skoll and Hati's den, Kratos, Atreus, Mimir and you noticed that the two Wolves were sleeping, pressed against each other. You knelt down in front of them. Now that the moon was absent, they were no longer going to join the sky. There was only one thing left for you to do, put the moon back in its place, much to Mimir's dismay. Kratos indicated that the neighboring village housed a warrior camp. A real fortress to hide their loot. As you followed the father and son, you couldn't help but be worried. Your premonition was happening. The boy was talking about a fresco. So it was written? Did Tyr know this was going to happen? What was your role in all this? Did you even have a role in all this?

Tyr.

Why did he leave so many questions unanswered?

You pulled yourself together when you heard Einherjars. They were guarding the entrance to the village. You focused on the battle that followed. Killing the enemies with the help of Kratos and Atreus. Once you entered the abandoned village, all three were greeted by a female Einherjar who teleported further into the village, guiding you to the abandoned fortress. Surprisingly, there were no Einherjars, nor any other enemies. The box containing the moon was placed prominently in the middle of the ruined room. It was too prominent.

"This is DEFINITELY an ambush," Atreus commented.

"Yes," Kratos replied, drawing his axe.

"They're coming," you said, getting into position.

Several Einherjar appeared, determined to stop the trio from reaching the box. These were the strongest warriors Odin had sent. He was determined to keep the moon sealed. Why? To prevent Ragnarök? To stop Hati from devouring the moon? Why?

Your questions were abruptly interrupted by the feeling of an Einherjar grabbing you from behind, his hand clamped over your mouth. You struggled, trying to free yourself from the grip of the Einherjar who was trying to forcefully pull you out of the fortress.

"Daughter!!" Mimir cried out as he saw you in a bad position.

Kratos quickly turned to you. He wasted no time. He summoned Draupnir, throwing it at the Einherjar man's head. He collapsed to the ground, dragging you down with him. Atreus rushed to your side, pushing the corpse before helping you sit up.

"Are you okay?" Atreus asked worriedly as you coughed.

"Yes…," you said between coughs, perplexed by what the enemy had just done. "I'm fine… I… I didn't expect this."

"What about me!" Mimir exclaimed in panic. "Are you sure you're okay? Nothing broken? Brother! Give him a healing stone!"

"I'm fine, Father," you said, standing up as Kratos unhooked your head from his belt so he could see you. "See? I'm fine. No need to panic."

"That bastard Einherjar tried to kidnap you. Of course I'm panicking!" Mimir exclaimed.

"Why did he do that?" Atreus asked in puzzlement.

"If one tried that, others will try to kidnap you too," Kratos said sternly, hooking Mimir back onto his belt. "Why? Do you know something we don't?"

"What would I know? I don't know any more than all of you. But… if Odin got wind that I came out of hiding…"

"Shit!" Mimir exclaimed. "That old fogey. He can't leave you alone. Forgive me, (Y/N)… it's my fault. Uh… I completely failed in my role as a father and protector. I'm so sorry…"

"What's this story?" Kratos asked, looking at you sternly.

"It's… complicated… and besides, we don't have time to discuss this. The moon is our priority," you said, looking towards the box containing the moon.

"She's right," Atreus said. "We have to hurry."

"This story isn't over," Kratos said, looking at you sternly.

You nodded slightly before picking up your sword. That old fogey Odin. He was still as obsessed with you as ever. You couldn't remember a day when Odin hadn't sent his stupid ravens to spy on you or him, who was trying to coax you. You felt a shiver of disgust run through you and your stomach twist.

"Ready to put the moon back where it belongs?" Atreus asked, making you come out of your thoughts and heading towards the box. "Okay, yeah. That's a weird thing to say…"

You shook your head, patting your cheeks. You had to stay focused. You took a deep breath before following Kratos and Atreus to the box containing the moon. But, before either of you could retrieve the box, the Einherjar warrior appeared, grabbing the box before teleporting away. Atreus quickly started to pursue the warrior, forcing you and Kratos to do the same. But the three of you had run into a second ambush. You couldn't help but curse as you fought the Einherjars. Some of the warriors focused more on you. No matter how much magic and techniques you used, there were three of them against you. Atreus and Kratos came to your aid, helping you eliminate the last enemies.

"She's gona again! Hurry, we gotta get accross!" Atreus shouted as he saw the warrior flee.

The chase was long and exhausting. But in the end, after sending all the enemies back to Helheim or Valhalla, you finally managed to retrieve the box containing the moon.

"It's cold," Atreus said as he took the box. "Is this…? It's from Helheim. Heimdall must've Grabbed this while I freed Garm. I was there. But… I… I didn't know."

"Heimdall is deceitful, you couldn't have done anything if you had known about Odin's plans," you replied to Atreus.

"And now you fight to undo the damage. Your guilt is misplaced," Kratos reassured as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Yeah… no, you're right," the teenager replied.

"We can return to the den through here. They will pursue. You two, keep your guard up."

Now that the moon was in your hands, the three of you headed back to Sköll and Hati's den to give them the moon back. But despite this good news, you still had butterflies in your stomach. And Atreus, it wasn't any better.

"But what if, by doing all this… what is we're Walking straight into Ragnarök?" he asked nervously. "Isn't there any way to avoir fate? Your fate? What if we can't stop you from-"

"Would you turn upur back on the wolves? On this realm?" Kratos asked as he arrived at the wolves' den. "Remember our agreement."

You looked at the father and son perplexed. What were they talking about? Although, their motivation to avoid Ragnarök was none of your business. Even you didn't want Ragnarök to happen.

Sköll and Hati were still sleeping against each other. Atreus looked at you and Kratos before taking the box out of its pouch, placing it on the ground, in front of the Celestial wolves. He drew his knife, swallowing before taking a deep breath before sticking it in the box. The moment the box was broken, the wolves woke up. Hati growled and salivated as he saw the moon come out of the box. The moon rose into the air. The sky turned red, the surroundings darkened. The moon had placed itself in front of the Sun, forming an eclipse.

Like in your dream.

Like on the fresco that Atreus and Kratos had seen.

You saw Sköll and Hati approach the edge of the cliff, watching the eclipse carefully. Atreus unhooked his bow and took an arrow, aiming at the moon. The boy felt doubt invade him. He lowered his arrow, watching his father panic.

"If I do this…"

"Fate only binds you if you let it," Kratos said, placing his hand on Atreus' shoulder, trying to reassure him. "Do what is necessary. Not because is written."

Atreus took a deep breath, nodding slightly. He cocked his arrow again, aiming at the moon before firing his arrow. Seeing the arrow go, Sköll wasted no time in chasing the arrow, splitting the sky. The Sun began to flee from the wolf, giving way to night. You placed your hand on the teenager's shoulder.

"Good choice, little boy," you said, patting his shoulder.

Atreus gave you a weak smile. Hati walked past the group, returning to his den for bed. Not without leaving a gift, as a thank you.

"Well… hell of a gift," you commented, observing the object Kratos picked up.

"Do you know what this is for?" Kratos asked, looking at you.

"Oh. That. It just helps you control the day," you replied, shrugging. "If you use it, you can ask Hati to chase the moon or Sköll to chase the Sun."

"Say it more casually, daughter," Mimir said with a sigh. "Well, now that we've put the moon back in its place, how about we go back to Hildisvíni?"

"Good idea," you said as you stretched before setting off towards Freyr's camp with the father and son. "Freyr still needs to be saved."

"Let's not hang around," Kratos said as he took the lead of the group.

The group made it back to Freyr's camp without too much difficulty. Once back at the camp, the three of you were greeted by Freya and Hildisvíni. The Vanir Goddess was relieved to see you again and in one piece.

"Kratos, Atreus, (Y/N). That eclipse was your doing, I take it?" she asked as she approached Kratos, holding out her hand, which the Spartan shook. "Thank you for coming. Byggir used the diversion to escape."

"What about your brother?" Atreus asked.

"We know where they're holding him now. Beyla's already prepped the explosives. If you're with me, we can leave as soon as you're ready. (Y/N), are you coming with me?" Freya asked as she looked you over.

"Yes," you said, nodding slightly.

"Daughter. I… I don't think that's a good idea," Mimir said. "Don't forget that the Einherjar are after you."

"What happened?" Freya asked as she looked you over puzzled.

"Some Einherjar tried to kidnap her," Kratos said.

"What?!" Freya exclaimed in surprise before quickly approaching you to examine you. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes," you said, removing Freya's hands from your shoulders. "Nothing more than scratches from the fights."

"It would be best if you stayed at camp, Lady (Y/N)," Hildisvíni said as she approached. "If the other Einherjar try to kidnap you in the middle of a battle, we won't be coming to help you."

"So what? I should stay away?" you asked annoyed.

"No," Freya said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. "You're going back to Sindri's house. We trust you and we know you can defend yourself, but… we can't risk you getting kidnapped while we're helping Freyr. If anything happens to you and you're taken by force to Asgard…"

You sighed, frustrated, nodding slightly. Freya sighed, taking your hands in hers, telling you that you had already helped a lot by retrieving the moon with Kratos and Atreus and that she was very grateful to you, but she didn't want to risk your safety. You nodded slightly before leaving the group to head towards the door leading to Yggdrasil. You went through the door, arriving in front of Sindri's house. You went to lie down on the bench, putting your arm over your eyes.

The moon that was stolen.

The eclipse that took place.

Your premonitory dream that happened.

The Einherjars who are determined to kidnap you.

This was all really strange.

What could Odin have in mind?

Why did he want to retrieve a strange mask?

Did he want Ragnarök to happen?

You lay on your side, your gaze lost in space. Now that your premonitory dream had taken place, what was going to happen? It seemed that Ragnarök was coming soon. Was it inevitable? What was your role in all this? Should you participate in Ragnarök? Should you stay behind? If your Tyr was still the same, what would he have told you? What would he have advised you to do? You sat down, staring at the ground. You were lost. Tyr was no longer the Tyr you had known. The boy had set off the most disastrous events, even though he seemed to realize that he had done things he shouldn't have done and was trying to make up for it by fixing his mistakes.

"Is everything okay, (Y/N)? Where are Kratos and the others?"

You looked towards the man you were thinking of: Tyr. Your husband looked at you worriedly as he sat down next to you. You straightened up, sitting down as well.

"They're busy saving Freyr. He and a Light Elf were kidnapped by Einherjars," you explained, crossing your legs in a lotus position. "Freya told me to come back here. The… the Einherjars… tried to kidnap me."

"What?! On Odin's orders?" Tyr exclaimed surprised.

"It's quite possible," you said with a sigh. "I helped Kratos and the little boy put the moon back in the sky, Sköll and Hati have resumed their hunt."

"That's… good news," Tyr said.

"You don't seem very convinced," you said, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"No! No, it's a good thing the Celestial Wolves have resumed their hunt. But… if Odin is trying to bring you back to Asgard… that's not good."

"Hmm. That old fogey has always been like that… When he's obsessed with something, he has to have it at all costs," you said, rubbing your hands together, looking at Tyr out of the corner of your eye. "But… you seem to know a lot about this mask he's looking for. How come?"

"Some Giants who saw it in their visions told me about it. And Odin was already obsessed with this mask for a long time," Tyr explained. "As I said, he imprisoned and tortured me for this mask."

"So why did you never tell me about this mask?"

"(Y/N)… I know Odin's obsession with you and this mask. I only wanted to protect you. To preserve you from Odin's perversion towards you. He took your wings, he deprived you of me, of your parents, of the Valkyries. Do you really blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"I blame you for not wanting to fight anymore," you said, looking at him sternly. "You just hide in your closet like a scared child. You don't fight for what you believe in anymore. I know I feel unfair. You've just been freed and you're being asked to take part in a war, but… We need you. Everyone needs you. I need you. I need the man I respect and love to come back and lead us like he always did. I need that man. That God of War who fights for what's right. I never asked you to fight for me. Fight for all these people who believe in you."

"You… believe in me? Even though I was such a coward?"

You sighed, getting up from the bench, moving a little away from him.

"I… I don't know if I can believe in you. I… I need proof of your good faith," you said before turning to him. "You can't hide in a closet anymore and hope that others will take care of the problems without you having to act. We need you, the God of War of his Nine Realms."

Tyr nodded slightly, getting up from the bench to approach you. You felt your stomach twist when he placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

That unpleasant feeling again.

You swallowed hard, getting ready to speak when the door to Yggdrasil opened to reveal Freya helping a struggling Freyr walk. Seeing them, you quickly moved away from Tyr to help Freya carry her brother inside the house.

"Little Valkyrie," Freyr greeted, a smile on his lips despite the pain that was pulling at him. "I'm glad to see you again."

"Glad to see you're still alive," you said, laughing slightly. "Where are Kratos and Atreus?"

"They won't be long. They're safe," Freya said, setting Freyr down on the chair. "(Y/N), can you heal him while I prepare some herbs?"

"Okay."

Freya thanked you, going to the room containing the herbs. You tended to Freyr, lifting his top to see his injuries. Luckily, he wasn't seriously injured. You used the techniques Eir had taught you. Freyr grumbled a little, but he didn't have time to say anything before you gave him a stern look that silenced him.

"You're very lucky," you said as you put his top back on properly. "Just a cracked rib. You have a chance that a dead man would love to have."

"I've always been lucky, little Valkyrie," he said with a chuckle before holding his sore side.

"A chance that's a poise," you said as Freya came to sit next to her brother, giving him a glass filled with water mixed with several kinds of herbs.

"Here Freyr. Drink and let the herbs work."

Freyr took the glass, drinking the contents. You sighed as Freyr began to ramble and tell you how much he missed you and Freya. That the last time he saw you, you were just a little girl he carried on his shoulders to tour Vanaheim. Especially the time he took you with him, without telling your parents and the Valkyries, to take you to Alfheim to introduce you to the Elves and show you around the Kingdom. You couldn't help but smile slightly when he reminded you of this memory.

When you were six, Freyr had decided, without consulting Sigrun and Mimir, to take you with him to go to Alfheim. He had introduced you to the Dark Elves and the Light Elves. He had shown you the sanctuary and the famous light of Alfheim. That day had been one of the most fun of your life, even if you hadn't understood before why your parents had been so upset when you had returned to Asgard with a Freyr all happy to have been the nicest uncle in the Nine Realms for taking you to see Alfheim. It was that time that you had met the Dark Elf Beyla and the Light Elf Byggvir.

"Is Byggvir okay?" you asked looking towards Freya.

"Yes, he wasn't hurt and he found Beyla."

"I'm happy for them. At least Beyla found her husband…"

Freya put her hand on your shoulder, glancing at Tyr who went back into his closet.

"You still don't trust him?" Freya asked quietly.

"He… he really makes me uncomfortable," you said quietly. "My gut tells me to stay away from him."

"Did he try anything?"

"Once… but he saw that I didn't like it and he stopped. That Tyr… he's not my Tyr… I… I don't know what Odin did to him to break him, but… there's something wrong. Everything I tell him, I feel like it doesn't affect him. That man… he's not my husband."

"Husband?!" Freyr exclaimed loudly, looking at you as if a second head had just grown on your shoulder. "You… You're married?!"

"Yes."

"Who?! When?!"

"Hmm… Tyr is… Tyr is my husband, Freyr. We've been married for a long time," you answered uncomfortably.

"Tyr?!" Freyr exclaimed in surprise. "Ooooh by the Norns…"

"Try to rest, Yngvi. Let the herbs work," Freya said, placing her hand on her brother's shoulder.

"Oh, they work. Oh they, they work very well. 'Cause you make things better."

As Freyr rambled on about the herbs, Kratos and Atreus entered the house. Without a word, the Spartan walked over to the table, setting Mimir down on it before setting down the Gjallarhorn. You approached the table, looking at the object with a stern look. If Kratos was in possession of this object, it only meant one thing.

Heimdall was dead.

And now that they had the Gjallarhorn in their possession, Odin was at a severe disadvantage. Asgard would no longer be able to rally the Aesir for Ragnarök.

"You really did it," you said, looking at Kratos.

"How in all the Nine Realms did you manage to kill Heimdall?" Freyr asked, a small smile on his face as he leaned on the table and glared at the Greek God of War.

"I knew ou spear would do the trick," Brok exclaimed loudly. "Well happy Ragnarök, everybody! Let's drink!"

"Is it true? Heimdall's dead? I can't Believe it," Tyr said bitterly as he walked over to the fireplace, a dark look on his face. "There's no stopping it now. Odin swore peace only so long as you spilled no more Aesir Blood."

"I refused that deal," Kratos replied.

“Yet he honored it. But now…”

“But what?” Freya asked, looking at Tyr irritated. "You and I know better than anyone that Odin's promises never last. We have the advantage now. It's time to bring him down."

"No," Kratos said firmly, attracting the attention of Freya who looked at him surprised.

“None of you understand what's coming,” Tyr said. "Odin's vengeance will be his only concern."

"Not his only concern," Atreus said, drawing everyone's attention to himself. "The Mask. Whatever knowledge it unlocks that's what Odin wants more than anything. If I go to Asgard, I can use-"

“Go back?” Kratos said sternly, turning to his son. “Go back?”

"Look… If I can finish what I started there, awaken the Mask, get answers… maybe that's our way outta this. But I've gotta go soon, before they figure out what's happened."

"Atreus… you are home," Kratos said as he approached his son. "Don't ask me to put you at risk again."

"He's at risk where he stant, Kratos," Tyr said. "We all are."

"Aything we do, r don' d, is Dangerous right now," Atreus said as he followed his father who had gone to the fireplace. "But Odin needs me. He trusts me. I'll be safe there."

Kratos, like almost everyone else in the house, wasn't really convinced. Even you weren't convinced. All of this left a bitter taste in your mouth. Atreus turned to Mimir, asking him if from a "strategic point of view" he was wrong. The head sighed, admitting that it didn't like it too much, but that it was the best thing to do. Dividing Odin's attention would buy time. Tyr continued, saying that they would also have eyes in the enemy's holy sanctuary.

"He's still a child," you thought, tapping your finger on the table. "But… if there is truly a source of infinite knowledge… Odin can't have this."

"And once Odin has what he needs form you-," Mimir said before being interrupted by Atreus.

"Then I lose my leverage. I get it. I'll be smart," he said before turning to his father. "Father. I can do this."

Kratos sighed, turning to Atreus. The God of War placed his hand on his son's shoulder, telling him not to forget their promise. Atreus smiled, placing his hand on his father's forearm, nodding slightly, telling him the same thing. After that, Atreus walked away, heading towards the door to leave Sindri's home.

You sighed, grabbing the tankard from Freyr's hand to drink its contents in one gulp. All this was giving you a headache. Sending a kid to Asgard, to Odin no less. All this was beyond you. Was it really the only solution? But if it would end Odin's reign. You sighed, running your hands over your face when you saw Tyr discreetly return to his closet. As always, since his release, he was going to lock himself in that damn closet. You sighed, placing the glass on the table before going to your makeshift room. You settled down on this uncomfortable bed, leaning your back against the wall.

Gods, you had had enough of this situation.

You just wanted to go back to isolate yourself in your house and sleep in your bed. You wanted to take a bath and relax. You were brought back to earth by Freya. The Goddess had just entered the room, closing the door behind her before coming to sit next to you. Neither of you spoke. A rather awkward silence. You looked towards the window, observing the strange mushrooms that were wandering on the branches of Yggdrasil.

"How are you feeling?" Freya asked, finally breaking the silence.

You remained silent, not knowing how to answer this question.

How were you?

It had been a long time since anyone had asked this question.

"I don't know, Vanadís…"

"I know what you feel. Even if… you feel like you're alone in the world. That no one can understand your pain. Believe me, most of the people here can understand you. I understand you," he said looking at you, taking your hands in his. "(Y/N). You're not alone anymore. We're here for you. But I just want to know one thing, when did you and Tyr get married?"

You sighed as you looked at Freya a little bit confused by her question.

"Why are you interested in this story? It's in the past."

"It must be said that Tyr had never shown any interest in marrying him. And he was only traveling before Odin captured him. And you too, you had never looked at men. You were just training with my sisters and learning everything Mimir could teach you. You even said that you saw no interest in marriage."

"It must be believed that people change with time."

"Yes, it must be believed."

You sighed, taking your hands back to run them over your face.

"We got married over a hundred winters ago. Tyr helped me… he saved me when I was at rock bottom. I… I can see that he's also at rock bottom, but… he does things he would never do in normal times. Being so terrified of Odin, letting a child go to Asgard for a chimera… And he's always hiding in that damn closet. I've tried to get in there, you know. I wanted to confront him. But the door was locked. I tried several times, but every month, at a certain precise moment, the door is locked."

"Maybe he wants to… handle things his way," Freya tried to reassure.

"I don't know. I don't recognize him at all anymore. To be honest. I feel like I have an imposter in front of me."

Freya sighed before standing up to pour water into a glass before putting herbs in it. You watched her do it when she handed you the glass of water.

"It's just like last time. It'll relax you and help you rest. These last few days have been quite stressful."

"Thanks," you said as you took the glass.

"Try to rest. We're going to need all our strength soon."

After that, Freya left the room, leaving you alone. You swirled the water in the glass before drinking it in one go. You lay down on your makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling, letting the herbs take effect. You felt your muscles relax, your heartbeat became calm and regular. You closed your eyes, letting sleep take you.

You were woken up the next day, with a bang, by Brok who pounded on your door, announcing that the little boy had returned. You got up quickly upon hearing the news. Atreus had returned? Had he succeeded? You came out of your room to see the teenager was there, that he was fine and that above all, he had the mask with him.

The mask was real.

"I got the mask back," Atreus announced, smiling and showing the mask he had in his hands.

“You’re back!” Tyr said as he finally left his closet. “Are you okay?”

"I'm fine. I just hope unlocking this thing was Worth the cost," said Atreus looking at the mask in question.

“You have it!” Tyr exclaimed when he saw the mask the boy was holding in his hands. “What did it show you?”

"I didn't get to use it. They found out about Heimdall. I had to run. But least Odin can't use it either!"

"But… if you didn't get any answers form the mask… all you've done is steal Odin's greatest treasure. Just after your father"s killed his most loyal ally."

“So much the better,” you said, approaching Atreus. “Odin stole a lot of things from us. It’s only fair. After everything he’s done to us.”

"(Y/N)), do you realize? None of us are safe. Even here,” Tyr growled.

“So we have no choice,” said Freya determined. "We find Surtr, sound Gjallarhon, and bring Odin to justice. Now."

"You'd incinerate every soul in Asgard and call it self-defense?" Tyr asked sternly.

“Does he ever suggest plans or just crap on everyone else’s?” Freyr asked, giving Tyr a perplexed look.

“The obvious plan is staring you in the face!” Tyr growled. "We don't need Odin to use this. We can slip into Asgard and do it ourselves, right Under his nose."

"What are you talking about?" you asked, shooting Tyr a murderous glare. "There's no way to get into Asgard without someone noticing."

"(Y/N)'s right," Sindri said.

"They got the nig horn, don't they," Brok replied.

"Oh, so you expect them to SNEAK into Asgard, blowing a horn that souns across all the realms?" Sindri asked, perplexed by this shaky plan.

"I expect you to bite my blue buttcheek!"

"Please. Just… think about it."

"This is ridiculous," you said under your breath. "We might as well head to the great hall and surrender to Odin. It will be exactly the same.”

“That’s enough!” Kratos said in his authoritative voice before putting Mimir on the table to take the mask. "This mask… the easy answers that it promises. I know this… shortcuts always have a price. Atreus, you have carried it. What do you think?"

Atreus sighed, taking the mask back in his hands.

“At worse, we'll have something Odin wants as leverage,” he said, looking at the mask. "At best, if it really gives us all the answers, then we can make our own path… and nobody has to die."

"Grand. Now all we need's a way to Asgard," Mimir said.

"I… I know I've been a burden to you all…," Tyr said as he stood up from his seat, drawing everyone's attention to him. "I know you've questioned why you even pulled me out of that hole. I have too. But it's clear now."

Tyr walked around the table, approaching Kratos.

"This is what I'm needed for. This is my purpose. One last time," he continued, stopping near the Spartan. "I will pick up my spear and I will lead us to Asgard."

You couldn't help but look at your husband, surprised by what he had just said. Even Freyr and Freya were surprised by his behavior. At one point, he wanted to avoid a war at all costs and now, he wanted to lead you all to Asgard and take up arms? What was wrong with him anyway? Brok snorted, clearly also irritated by the attitude of the Norwegian God of War.

"'Scuce me… but if you got a way to Asgard, where's that idea been this whole fuckin' while?" Brok asked angrily and approached Tyr

Brok wasn't wrong. If Tyr knew all this time how to enter Asgard, why had he kept it a secret?

"You… withheld Asgard?" Kratos asked between his teeth, irritated by this news.

"Why did you hide such important information?!" you exclaimed angrily.

"He would have gotten us all killed. (Y/N). I only thought about your safety. And we needed to give Loki time to find his destiny. Here it is!" Tyr explained as he took the mask. "It's all led to this."

"Bullshit," you said between your teeth and walked away.

No matter what Tyr said and no matter what he did, you couldn't believe a single word he said. You leaned against the wall, the group continuing to discuss their invasion of Asgard. You and Brok seemed to be the only ones perplexed by Tyr's behavior. When the discussion was over, Tyr walked away from the group, still holding the mask in his hand, which didn't please Brok who hurried to stop him.

"Slow down, y'damn spruce," he said as he got in Tyr's way. "I still want to hear the details on this, uh, new way to Asgard you got. Spill it!"

"It's an ancient path. We can't reach it from here," Tyr quickly replied as he tried to reach his room, but Brok quickly got back in front of him, stopping him from going any further.

"Where then?"

"Let me collect my things and I'll show you."

"Y'aint got no things! And where you going with that mask?' Brok exclaimed angrily before slapping Tyr's hand, making the mask fall further away.

"Brok-"

"That belongs to the kid, he earned it! All you done was make passable dirt-soup."

"Brok, it's okay," said Atreus, quickly putting himself between the Giant and the dwarf, seeing that the situation was getting worse.

"No it ain't. This ain't righ. All the piece ain't welding to getther true. Like, what's with him callin' you "Loki" anyway? You know that ain't his name! Hey! I'm talkin' to you!"

Tyr had moved away from Brok, turning his back on him, but the blue dwarf was determined to have answers. Everyone's attention was on Brok and Tyr, also waiting for the explanations of the Norwegian God of War. But before anyone could react, Tyr pulled out a dagger, stabbing Brok in the chest.

"DO YOU NEVER SHUT UP?!!"

Everyone watched the scene shocked by what had just happened. No one reacted because of the shock. Suddenly, Tyr's appearance changed, revealing Odin.

Sindri screamed his brother's name, rushing to him. Odin had taken advantage of Atreus' surprise to take him hostage, holding the knife to his throat while Freya, Kratos and Freyr had drawn their weapons, slowly advancing towards the Allfather.

You stood there, completely paralyzed and unable to think properly. Your ears were ringing, your heart was beating at an incredible speed, your hands were shaking.

Brok was bleeding out.

Odin was ordering Freyr to give him the mask.

Kratos was ordering Odin to free his son.

Freya was saying she was going to kill her former husband with her own hands.

Sindri was begging Freya or you to come to Brok's aid.

You could only watch all this without being able to move a single muscle in your body.

"Sorry our time together is up, dear (Y/N)," Odin said, smiling slyly at you.

You felt your stomach turn at his words.

This guy was him all along. In Alfheim, you didn't save Tyr. You had only brought Odin to this house all this time.

You had not recovered your husband.

You saw Freya with her back to Odin, rushing to Brok to try to save him. You saw Freyr throw the mask at Odin. But the mask passed over the Allfather. You heard Kratos shout something to Atreus. The teenager transformed into a wolf, biting Odin's arm which sent him flying against the wall. Kratos rushed to his son while Odin took advantage of the chaos to pick up his precious mask, opening the closet door to let out his ravens which began to circle around him.

"Too bad, son," Odin said as he looked at Atreus. "Looks like war after all."

Before he could disappear, Kratos threw Draupnir, managing to snatch the mask from his hands as Odin escaped.

You stood there completely paralyzed. You couldn't react. You just stood there, watching Brok die in Sindri's arms before Sindri disappeared with him.

All this time, you had been in Odin's company.

All the times he tried to get close to you.

All the times you felt bad in his presence.

All the times.

Odin had just made fun of you.

One more time.

He had managed to trick you.

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