#the huldra brothers

[dogg-teethh]

the guys

[duck-noises]

Pov: you ask Sindri if he would still love you as a roach

reference under keep reading

[thermo-catz]

They're best friends

[theninerealmsbakery]

God of War characters in a Haunted House

Kratos - Doesn't jump, doesn't flinch, no reaction whatsoever. Only here because Atreus asked him to come.

Mimir - As Freya pointed out, Mimir babbles when he gets scared. Talks all the way through the house, about anything and everything.

Atreus - Tries to act tough to start with, tries to laugh off the scares, but jumps a foot into the air every jumpscare.

Angrboda - She literally squeaks when she gets a fright, it's really cute! Compliments the actors costumes.

Thrud - Laughs the whole time. Thinks the jumpscares are hilarious.

Skjoldr - Is crying and shaking the entire time. Doesn't know why he agreed to this. Hides behind Thrud.

Sindri - He took one step in the door, heard people screaming inside and walked right back out.

Brok - Not scared, but curses like a sailor anytime an actors comes near him.

Freya - If an actor screams at her, she will scream back louder to establish dominance. Freyr may or may not have tricked her into coming.

Freyr - Thinks it's funny to start with, will laugh at the scares and the costumes. But the longer he is there, the more scared he becomes. By the end, Freya has to practically carry him out.

Heimdall - He doesn't scream or jump, but flinches really badly. An actor jumps out at him and he is ducking and dodging like a pro-boxer on crack. You can only tell that he is scared by the fact that he is silent as the grave instead of his usual shit talking.

Baldur - Talks a big game, acts all tough, but the second he gets scared, he starts swinging. He isn't even looking where, he just starts throwing hands. Has to be physically restrained for the safety of the actors.

Thor - Like Kratos, he only comes because Thrud begged him to. Pretty much unfased by the jumpscares, but will growl if an actor comes too close to him or Thrud.

[staymauy]

so, I think im hilarious, but-

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(for context, a 90° Triangle and the acronyms for the names of its sides)

[princessnoctis]

she’s excited to introduce her son to her friends 💗

[agaygoatguy]

[rip-van-milton]

The way Sindri says "i love you Brok" in this scene is so heartbreaking. He just sounds so defeated 😭

Adam J Harrington absolutely nailed this role

[the-passer-bys-tale]

Salutations! It’s been a while. While I am still experiencing issues with completing any of my fan fictions, I knew I had to get one out- and I would do it if it killed me! This is part of a series I’m hoping you’ll join me for. This is a Sindri x Reader fic where the Reader has wings. (I assure you, it is not one of those stories.)

I’ve thought hard with the lore on this one, and I hope it’s fun! Going to be a bit more angsty than I’m used to, but I gotta write something! I’ve got a short Brok x Reader in the work, just struggling to fit the character. I’m not confident in my representations here, either, but I can always imrove later on. Let me know what you think of it so far and any criticisms you may have.

The reader is described as having large, falcon-like wings, and a metallic prosthetic right hand. Aside from this, insert whatever you’d like! Those are the only lore-based essentials.

~The Passer-By

Reforging - First Piece

The amount of dirt Kratos and Atreus tracked through Sindri’s house was nearly inconceivable. Each time he'd finish polishing his beautifully detailed floors, he'd find a mysterious stain on a table or scuffs on a doorframe. Keeping up after his brother was enough work on its own- but those two seemed to have a knack for soiling his crafts with blood and- gods know what else.

Sindri was busying himself with the task of sweeping the floors before his friends returned homes. If not to tidy things up, it was to at least have the rest of the house clean when they inevitably spread filth throughout it. His thoughts became scrambled as Brok suddenly yelped- letting out a loud “SHIT!” Something clattered to the ground. Sindri whipped around to face his brother, grip tight on the broom handle.

“WHAT? Did you hurt yourself?” Whether his brother caused injury to himself was his first concern, but his close second was if he’d made a mess in their work zone.

“It's nuffin’,” Brok grumbled, cradling his right hand. He set his hammer aside and turned away from Sindri, gingerly cupping his wrist.

“Uh- it seems an awful lot like something.” He leaned the broom against the nearest wall, briskly approaching.

Sindri crossed over the threshold of the forge, fueled with confidence from the heat swarming the area. The shorter dwarf stepped away, sneering. “I’s said it were nothing!”

“You know that doesn't work on me. I'm your brother. Now let me see.” With an almost motherly tone, Sindri stuck a gloved hand out to Brok, demanding to know the issue.

Brok was hesitant, and he grimaced. But before he could reply—

“Sindri!”

Atreus’s voice rang through the house, followed by the slamming of the wooden doors as they were shoved aside. Sindri’s head whirled around, eyes wide. Brok spun about, taken aback at the sudden intrusion. Atreus entered first, looking just as alarmed - and ushering someone behind him into the house. That someone was expectedly Kratos- a towering mass that seemed to absorb the light around him. A chill followed them in, and Sindri could recognize the smell of Midgard. Blood coated the pair and left dark footprints behind them. But what startled Sindri the most was what Kratos was carrying with him. Who Kratos was carrying with him.

Limp and haphazardly being kept upright. Kratos seemed to be having trouble lifting them and positioning them in his arms- more than likely a cause of their extra limbs. Two massive, disfigured, feathery appendages were littered with cuts and were being dragged across the floor. Wings.

If it weren't the blood being drug into his home, it was the all too familiar look in Atreus’s eyes that drove Sindri up from his crouched position. Interrogation rescinded, he hurried over to the duo and was quick to stop them in their tracks.

He held his gloved hands out like they were his lifeline. “No! No, no, no, no, no! You are not bringing that in here!” Brok quickly scuttled away, disappearing into the depths of his chambers. He would make sure to catch him later on.

“Sindri, come on, they're bleeding!” Atreus pleaded.

“Yeah, all over my floor. That I just swept- by the way!”

“They need our help.” Atreus made a move forward.

Sindri stopped him. “Do you even know who that is?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It matters because you're bringing an unconscious stranger into our- my home, and you don't even know who- or what—” Sindri paused. The finger he’d pointed so accusatorially at the figure wavered as his anger slowly seeped out from his skin. It burned. He pressed his lips tightly together. His shoulders would eventually slack, and his outstretched arms would fall limp at his sides.

“Please, Sindri.” Atreus pleaded softly. “We can't just let them die.”

An array of emotions crossed over Sindri’s face. His mind was tormented by the decision, and it reflected in his twitching brow.

“What the fuck is that?” Brok’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere and pulled Sindri from his thoughts. He turned to look at his brother, whose face was scrunched up. His hand was crudely bandaged. He sighed and turned his attention back to a hopeful Atreus and an indifferent Kratos.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.” Atreus motioned for his father to carry the winged being further into the house. Sindri winced, stepping aside to avoid any contact. His hands intertwined, wringing together. He couldn't decide whether to be worried for the person- or his dining table. Kratos set them down on the surface of the table with caution. They were unresponsive regardless.

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“They’re not dead, are they?”

Kratos pressed his fingers to their neck, grunting softly. “No.”

“You didn't know if they were alive when you brought them to my home?” Sindri piped up, appearing behind Atreus with his arms full of medical supplies.

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah.” Sindri shooed Atreus away, “Let me handle this.”

“You think you can handle all that blood?” Atreus inquired, stepping back.

“No.” He answered truthfully, “but there is no way I'm trusting any of you with this.” He added, “No offense.” As a precautionary measure.

Atreus seemed a bit hurt but understanding. He was no medic, and he had no practice in medicinal herbs. Sindri wasn't either, but he knew fighting with him would get nowhere- especially when there was a life at stake. Kratos held no bitterness and averted the situation entirely. “We should finish what we have started.”

“I know...” Atreus began, “but can't we wait and see if they wake up?”

“If we are going to wait, we should spend that time doing something important.”

“You’re just going to walk around like that?” Sindri pointed out.

Kratos and his son were both covered in blood and feathers. While either party seemed unbothered by it (no doubt accustomed to having their bodies saturated in copious amounts of blood), it was unsightly and left a metallic taste in the back of Sindri’s mouth with just the thought.

“Ugh- what am I saying? You look like that all the time. Just clean up before you come back.”

Atreus would nod, understanding. The feeling of dried blood on his skin was familiar- but not enjoyable. Looking to his father to take the lead, he would follow suit with Kratos shortly after, glancing over his shoulder a few times on the off chance the unconscious person moved.

Sindri watched them leave, the heavy wooden doors echoing through his home. He looked at the bloodied figure, hands gripping the sides of the table. He knew what lay beneath all that gore.

What were you doing here?

[i-am-agony]

Something something blah blah the inherent tragedy of two people who have a musical theme together being separated by death, leaving the theme fundamentally changed and never the same

something about it going from a full orchestra in a major key, to a full orchestra in a minor key, to a cello playing alone in the original major key as the last line…

[dogg-teethh]

the huldra brothers hold a family barbecue

[duck-noises]

:0 potentially the Huldra brothers??

I have no preferences as to what they’re doing but maybe them bonding w Atreus could be fun!!

It took so long to figure out what i was gonna do with these these three, until i had some really good soup and a light bulb went off!!😋

So here’s the best trio ever having some delicious soup!!

it’s so funny to me that i’m answering this exactly a month later, i’m so sorry it took so long 😭😭😭

[angeldragoneffect]

If anyone ever tells you I pick favorites, they're definitely liars 😏

(All screen shots were taken with photo mode or during a cut scene)

[theninerealmsbakery]

God of War characters competing in the Great British Bake Off

Sindri - Spends as much time cleaning as he does baking. Makes simple yet elegant bakes. Ends up winning the competition (he deserves it!). Cries when he wins.

Brok - Has never followed a recipe a day in his life and isn't about to start now. Tries to put meat into everything he bakes; cakes, breads, pastry, you name it. He is the first to be sent home.

Odin - He makes over-the-top ambitious bakes, which he doesn't always have time to finish. He made it to the top 3 but lost out to Sindri. (He tried to bribe the judges to let him win)

Freya - Alternative queen! She likes to use alternative ingredients like coconut flour and xanthum gum. She isn't vegan or anything, she just likes to challenge herself. (Unfortunately this goes horribly wrong sometimes)

Freyr - Here for a good time, not a long time. He has no idea what he is doing, but he's having fun. Is so chill throughout the challenges and only panics when there is 5 minutes left and he hasn't decorated a damn thing. (was disappointed to be told he couldn't make weed brownies)

Heimdall - Has never had to cook or bake a single thing before, so he goes into the competition completely blind. Is failing miserably the entire time, but his superiority complex stops him from noticing. Was sent home after serving the judges a half raw quiche because he didn't know that he had to pre-heat the oven.

Atreus - What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Even if his flavours are questionable, his bakes always look amazing. Will drop anything he is doing to help others if they are struggling.

Angrboda - This girl makes cookies to die for! Her bakes are always colourful and tasty. Made it to the top 3.

Thrud - Like Heimdall, she has never cooked or baked before. She has never even heard of baking powder before. Has a very 'how hard can it be?' attitude. Most of her bakes come out burnt outside and raw in the middle, because she turns the oven to its highest setting, thinking it will bake faster.

Skjodr - He is an absolute beast at making bread. However he is hindered by the sheer anxiety brought on by the competition. He sweats buckets the entire time he is there. He nearly passed out when he won bread week.

Kratos - His bakes are always cooked properly and he never has any mishaps or accidents, but they tend to be very simple and plain, even the show-stoppers.

Mimir - Mimir is totally the guy who royally messes up his bake, but comes up with an elaborate excuse and tries to convince the judges that it is actually good.

[staymauy]

the deepest rooting wounds hurt the longest…

[gnomgnomovich]

I really like my job, and not only because I enjoy things I do, but also because my company cares about it’s employers. In particular, they organize activities for people. I went to a jewelry master class today and it was fun! Also I already knew what design I would do :D

Soooo this is my craftshit “drunk master” style. It’s really hard to do letters! Especially when you are not good with your hands :D Amma little clumsy, but still wanna show you my ring!

IT IS A DESIGN!..