Even while Kratos was fighting the enormous bear, his thoughts were still very much on his son. Fighting was nothing new to him, and dealing with a bear, even one as large as Björn, was something he didn’t have to put very much thought into. He was able to anticipate the creature’s movements and get the better of him.

But when the bear started to change, started to shrink, that was when he knew something was different about the bear.

And the first thought, upon seeing that the bear was his son was “Oh gods, not again.” His son’s blood was on his hands, the boy he’d sworn to protect, had begun to truly nurture, to train, the child he loved more fiercely than life itself, lay dead in the snow before him.

It was why he recoiled in horror from the changing body of his son, and why he did not care about dealing with anything else until Atreus had healed himself. Because if he had killed his child again, there would be nothing left for him, and he would be truly damned. No one would be able to do anything to him that he had not already done to himself.

Trying Again

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Summary: Set post Ragnarok - After seeing you treat an ailing Atreus, Kratos realizes that he wants to try being a father again.

Pairing: Kratos x FemWife!Reader

Tags: NSFW, Smut, P in V sex, overstimulation, baby making, mentions of blood, no use of Y/N, MDNI.

The second the sun hit mid-sky you knew something was off, your husband was nothing if not routine and even on the odd occasion something did happen to cause Kratos to be late, it was never for long. 

Nervousness bubbled in the pit of your stomach as you pondered where they could be and what had happened. Since the ending of Ragnarok peaceful times had washed over the land, outside of the small rebellions initiated by Odin’s lingering supporters – those didn’t have you much concerned though, small fries compared to those that fell to Kratos in memories past. Even still, something in your gut was gnawing at you, screaming something was wrong. Trying to avoid the thought, you busied yourself with tasks around the cabin. Cleaning, prepping meat, cooking, sharpening weapons, anything you could to keep your mind off of things. ‘Kratos is strong. You’re over thinking things.’ You repeated inwardly. 

Soon night had fallen, and still no sign of Kratos, not able to take it anymore, you began to dress, hooking a sword into your belt. “Aye Lass, what’re you doing? Ye can’t be thinkin’ about going after him, you’re no fighter.” Mimir piped up from his spot on the table side. “I know but what if something is wrong? Kratos is no healer, he’s never out like this Mimir. I can’t just stay here and do nothing.” “You know Kratos wouldn’t approve of this, he would want you to wait.” “But he wouldn’t wait. He wouldn’t hesitate if he thought something was wrong.”

“I know yer worrying, but I think it would be best if –”

The argument was cut short by a loud pounding on the door to the cabin, it was so hard the walls around you began shaking, dust pouring down from the ceiling. For a brief moment you thought the whole cabin might come down – you froze in place not sure if you should investigate or not. Not a moment of silence later before the pouding began again, this time you opted to step forward cracking the door open. A huge man you didn’t recognize stood before you, blood caked to his head and face. “Are you the wife of Kratos?” 

You nodded nervously. You could sense there was no malice in his voice, only concern, but it wasn’t enough to abate your growing fears. “Did something happen to him?” The man did not answer your question, reaching forward in a swift movement to wrap an arm around your back pulling you outside with him. “We must go,” was all he said before the runic tattoos along his arms began to glow with an iridescent blue. The world around you faded to black and it felt like falling through a waterfall made of wind. It only lasted for a few moments before your feet found purchase, light re-entering your eyes causing blurry vision. “What the hell?” You asked, rubbing at them until the ache disappeared and your vision was cleared again. Taking in your surroundings you didn’t recognize the location at all, it didn’t feel like Midgard or any of the other realms you’d had the experiences of visiting. The smell was too fresh and the symbols carved along the stony mountain pathways were not Nordic. “Come, wife of Kratos.” The man said, grabbing you by the arm and walking, not waiting for you to respond. “Where are we?” You asked, attempting to tug your arm back, but not succeeding. “It matters not.” Was the only flat response you received. “Where is my husband?” You demanded this time. “I am taking you to him.” “Is he ok?” “You will see for yourself.” Frustration at the man’s short responses had your inner temper threatening to boil over, but you kept yourself inline not knowing what was going on. It would have been almost ironic that he spoke like Kratos if it weren’t for how annoying it was coming from someone other than your husband. The walk felt like it lasted eternity as the two of you made your way down the stony pathway, desperately hoping to find your husband in one piece. 

 Your prayers were answered when you saw him there hunched over someone, a closer look and you realized it was Atreus. “By the gods!” You shouted running the rest of the distance over to them and kneeling down over your step son. “What happened to him? Are you ok?” The boy – now nearly a man – was unconscious, breathing rapidly. “I am fine, but Atreus has been injured. I do not know by what means. He returned to me from his search for the giants, asking for assistance. We made it out here and then he collapsed.”

You gave him a confused look. “That doesn’t sound right. You’ve been gone all day and well into the evening, surely you must’ve been doing something else in all that time.” “Time passes at different speeds in different realms.” Kratos reminded you. “Oh….right.” You replied, as you worked Atreus’ armor off of his body to better assess the situation. It was clear whatever was ailing him was definitely magical in nature but there was no immediate injury or runes that you could see. Bringing your hand to your chin in thought, you wracked your brain further. “Can you help him?” Kratos’ voice interrupted your thoughts. 

“I think so, I just have to figure out the magic behind it.” Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in before pressing your fingers to the runes on your own arm, causing them to light up. “Opinbera!” You commanded, magic fluttering out from your fingertips encasing the boy, it sparked for a few moments before it dissipated entirely. “Shit!” “What is it?” Kratos asked, you knew him well enough to understand the hint of worry in his voice. “The caster of whatever magic this is was smart enough to counter against revealing magic.”

“Maybe Freya can help.” “Perhaps, but I don’t think we’d get there in time at this rate, going through any kind of portal magic may make things worse …. let me think a moment longer. I’m sure I can figure it out.” Tapping your fingers against the ground you tried again, flipping through the magic knowledge in your head. Healing was your specialty, you knew you could do it. 

A few more moments passed and it finally hit you, you have seen Johtun magic like this before. Immediately, you activated the runes on your arm again. “Elskhuga eitur!” The magic encased Atreus and pulsed different colors, blue, purple, red, until finally black before dissipating into a puff of smoke. 

The teen immediately sat up and coughed into his hand, lavender flower petals coming up with the spittle. “I was right.” You said with a soft smile rubbing his back. “Tell me, what woman did you spurn so badly that she did this to you?” “I….oh well…” Atreus bowed his head sheepishly as he caught his breath, a pink flush coming to his cheeks. “What is going on?” Kratos asked, annoyed. 

“The magic used on him is called ‘Lover’s Poison’, while anyone can use it, it was Jotuhn magically typically used when a man was….let's say unfaithful.” You let out a soft giggle at the thought. Kratos didn’t find it nearly as amusing. “Atreus, what is the meaning of this? You said you needed assistance with locating a giant.” “B-because I did.” He let out a groan flopping back onto the ground rubbing his temples. “Just…give me a second to explain.” “It has already been a second.” “Kratos, my love, give him a moment to rest, alright?” You encourage your husband, moving to sit next to him, rubbing loving circles into his back. While he didn’t reply, you could feel the muscles under your fingers relax a little, a good start. Atreus sat back up, and adjusted to sit cross cross in front of you and his father. He rubbed the back of his head and let out an awkward laugh, his cheeks still covered in an embarrassed flush. “So…..Angroboda was kind of upset with me, but I didn’t know she did that. I really did need help finding the giant since she left, I just didn’t expect to pass out.” You pondered his words before replying. “That’s a pretty big reaction to just being upset, Atreus. What exactly did you do?” “We got into a fight and I uh…I thought we were broken up. On my last trip back to Midgard, I saw Thrud and we may have….look this is kind of awkward to talk about.” “I did not know you were…romantically involved with either of them.” Kratos said flatly. You on the other hand laughed again. “Did she ever say you two were broken up?” “Well no….not exactly….” “Oh my dear boy. Well, I guess that would do it. Hel hath no fury like a woman scorned.” You sighed and put your hand on his shoulder. “Listen, lets get back home so you can rest and eat a good meal. We can talk more about your love life more then, alright?” You leaned in to whisper. “Without your father, I promise.” Kratos obviously heard the comment and let out a groan, you opted to ignore it to carry on. “Now that that's settled….who is the big guy who brought me here? He was also covered in blood.” “Oh that's Brot.” Atreus stated. “He’s a giant I found during my journey. He’s not hurt, just….poor hygiene after hunting.” “I see…” You replied not questioning it further. A chortle left the large man who’d been leaning against a rock the whole time. “Well Brot, you’re more than welcome to join us as well if you’d like.” “No thanks, family dinners are not my style.” He replied with a shrug. Atreus stood up, dusting himself off a bit. “Here, I can take us back home. Brot taught me that portal spell.” “Atreus, you shouldn’t push yourself.” You warned, but he had already activated it, putting a hand on each of your shoulders. The free falling feeling was back before you were in the snow outside of the cabin. 

Two transportations in one day had you wobbling a bit, Kratos helped you from the ground with ease so you could stand right, using him for support. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’ll be alright.” To prove your point you let go of his arm and made your way inside by yourself, Kratos and your step son following behind. “By the Gods, you’re all finally back!” Mimir said, smiling. “I was gettin’ worried once the man up and took our Lassy too. And well if it isn’t Atreus, or I suppose Loki now, too!” “Hey Mimir, glad to be back.” Atreus said, propping a chair in front of the head.

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Dinner passed uneventfully, everyone catching up. Atreus chose to spend the night out with the wolves in lieu of the cabin along with Mimir, leaving you and Kratos alone. You couldn’t explain it but you could almost hear Kratos thinking despite his silence. You rolled over to face him, bringing a hand up to his cheek, feeling the rough skin and wiry hair. “My love, I know you’re not sleeping. Tell me what’s on your mind.” His eyes opened, and he returned the gesture bringing his own large calloused hand to your face. “You.” He answered plainly. “Me? But I am right here, why would you need to think about me instead of resting?” The two of you stayed like that for a while, neither moving. Kratos did not immediately answer your question. It wasn’t until the fire had finally died out, and moonlight was the only thing illuminating your face did he finally explain further. “You are very good with Atreus. Today before he fell ill, he said to me he thinks of you as a mother.”

“Oh, well I’m very glad to hear it. I love him as if he were my own.”

There was no verbal reply but you could vaguely see Kratos nod in the dull light. “I fear that I have not properly taken you into consideration.” “What does that mean?” “This cabin has many reminders of Faye, carved into the very wood, the trees around us. Does that…bother you? Freya had mentioned that for many women it may spark ill feelings.” “No. Of course not. Faye is no longer with us, but she was important to you, and without her I wouldn’t have Atreus or this version of my husband – I thank her for that.” There was a soft grunt in response. “Is that all that was on your mind?” You questioned. “No.” He answered honestly. “Then, what else is on your mind?” “I have been pondering it for a while. The thought of becoming a father again.” “Oh.” The words stunned you, Kratos had always maintained that he did not want more children now that Atreus was nearly fully grown. “What made you reconsider?” “You.” Kratos adjusted himself so he could roll towards you more, leaning in just enough to see the light hit his face, the sincerity in his eyes. “Every time I see you with Atreus it reminds me of what a family could be like. It reminds me of my time back in Greece, but the good moments with Calliope and her mother. I wish for that again, now that there may finally be peace.” “Kratos, to be clear, are you saying you want to have a child with me?” “Yes.”

You responded by leaning forward to press your lips to his. “Ok.” You said softly against them. “Put a baby in me then.” You had meant the words to be sweet and agreeable but, feeling his cock pressed against your thigh as it jumped showed you it had a far more powerful effect on him. 

He returned your kiss fervently, wiry hair rough against your skin, as his large hands roamed down your body before sliding their way up your shirt to palm at your breasts. Moaning into his mouth you squirmed a little scooting closer into his touch. For being such a gruff and battle-worn god,  he was quite tender and attentive in bed – though silent. He moved his kisses down your jaw and to your neck before tearing the night shirt off of you like it was merely paper. The reminder of his strength caused more heat to pool into your core, thighs pressed together in an attempt to ease some of the building tension. He pulled away, beginning to remove the remnants of his own leather armor and under garments. Your hand flicked, lighting some candles around the room with your magic. He raised an eyebrow at you. “I want to watch.” You said softly, raking your eyes along his muscled and scarred body. He replied by continuing his movements, removing the rest of his own garments, sending them to the floor with a dull clattering noise. When his hands came back to you, he spread your thighs apart with ease, tearing your small clothes off as well, leaving you bare before him. He placed a hand on your stomach where your womb was, giving it a soft rub. “I did not receive the chance to fully participate in the experience with my last two wives. I shall not allow the experience this time to go to waste.” He moved his hand down from your stomach, slipping a finger between your soft and wet fold before running it up and down your slit, taking an extra moment to circle your clit every time he reached it. A moan left your mouth and your back arched slightly as one of his fingers found their way into your wet hole, his thumb continuing to work your pearl of sensitive nerves. “K-Kratos…” His name left your mouth like a chant as heat and slick built further and further between your legs. 

Another finger was added as he worked them apart to ease your hole open to be ready for his much larger cock. Your eyes were half lidded with pleasure already, you dared your eyes to travel downward to see his now fully hardened erection against the abs on his stomach. The memory of being stretched out on it, coupled with his never relenting fingers finally pushed you over the edge. Your legs trembled as his name flew from your mouth like a prayer, wetness soaking the bed beneath you. 

“Do you think you are ready?” He asked, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand, smearing the growing precum along himself while he gives you a moment to recover and answer. “Mhm.” You said with a small nod, pulling your legs apart a little further as an invitation for him. 

He leaned forward, using his hand to guide the fat swollen tip to your entrance. “W-wait.” You stopped him for a moment. “Sorry, I almost forgot.” You brought your hand to the rune on your stomach, tapping it before it glowed and disappeared. “Can’t put a baby in me with a dispel charm on my womb.”

He grunted in response, and once you laid back he eased himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace. No matter how many times you’ve laid with him before, each time felt like the first with the stinging stretch of the God’s cock opening you up inch by inch, until he could not go any farther. Balls deep, he waited again a nearly silent grunt leaving him as your walls fluttered around him. Your tightness sometimes had him fighting off the Ghost of Sparta in the back of his mind, remembering all the whore-plundering he had done when he was younger. You certainly didn’t help the urges he had to fuck into you like a wild beast – but luckily for you this Kratos loved his wife and wanted to make sure she felt good as well. When you brought your hands up to his shoulder, the quiet signal that it was okay to move, he did so slowly at first with shallow thrusts before building up speed. “F-fuck…” You mumbled out, feeling each time the weeping head would kiss your cervix. Something about knowing this was raw, knowing he was actively trying to fuck a baby into you had you more heated than expected. The tension was already building back up again at a fast rate, whining and moaning with each piston of his hips. The way his pelvis and thick hair would rub against your clit with each thrust, coupled with the way he rubbed all the right spots inside of you had you going wild, clawing at his back, whimpering his name. You were met with loud grunts above you, and you swore if you listened close enough what could almost amount to a stifled moan. So close to finishing again, you were desperate for pleasure, bucking back up into his thrusts, before he suddenly stopped all movement. “Roll over.” It was a command, not a question. He didn’t even give you the opportunity before he was grabbing you and flipping you onto your stomach before lifting your waist up, giving him better access to your hole. He thrust in to the hilt in one go, mounting you much deeper than before, and earning a pleasured scream from you before it died out into whimpers. Your head was fuzzy and hazy with this new angle, nothing but pleasure coursing through your body. He wrapped one arm around you so he could rub at your clit again while he did even thrusts into your hole. The next orgasm crashed down on you causing your legs to shake. He stopped thrust but left his cock buried inside of you as he continued rubbing your now overly sensitive bud, riling up a third overstimulated orgasm. “I can’t…I can’t…” You whined squirming in his grasp. “You can. You will.” He said continuing until he felt your walls clamp around him again. Incoherent words sputtered out of your mouth until you were simply drooling on the furs beneath you, brain wiped and body exhausted. “Good girl.” He said, patting your lower back softly, before renewing his grip on your hips. Now that he had you how he wanted you, he returned to his own pleasure, bucking into you at a much rougher pace, making sure each thrust ended deep inside of you. He flattened his hand on your stomach to intensify the feeling of his bulge as he continued in this new position. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed inside of you, of course making sure it was right at the entrance of your womb. 

He adjusted you both so his cock remained inside of you as you lay together, not wanting to allow a single drop of his essence to spill from you. His cock was not softened yet and he would have been more than ready for round two, but he knew you well enough – the warm feeling of being fucked out, filled, and exhausted had you more than ready for sleep.

As the two of you lay there, he rubbed your back, shoulders, and arms with his free hand until he was sure you were nearly unconscious. Once asleep, or at least on the cusp of it, he pulled you close against himself, running his hand down to your stomach again, rubbing soft circles there to self sooth. He pictured what you would look like in a few months swollen with his child. He wondered if it would be another girl and if she would remind him of Calliope, or perhaps another boy like Atreus. He thought of what he would do differently this time around, what he would do the same. All his thoughts began to meld together until the God himself was finally asleep too, holding you close to him.  He would never express it out loud, but Kratos was actually feeling excited.

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like real people do | god of war: ragnarok

cherished memories between lovers — bliss upon two souls (kratos/reader + heimdall/reader)

content. fluffy fluff, canon violence and a few mentions of story spoilers?

author’s note. back from the dead with like my worst work yet! but i will be writing more for gow so pls 🙏🏻 requests 🙏🏻

shuffled glances under the moonlight, strands of winter breeze dance along your woollen garb— you wonder if the lack of clothing on kratos’ body envelopes him in cold. his posture makes you think indifferently, shoulders tense but no shakes rack his form. it almost makes you cold just looking at him, the way he is sat so far from the burning fire. you close your eyes for a moment, to rest them briefly from the frost. listening to the flames crack against the logs, the wind howls like a predator, but you know the earth is no enemy.

a few moments pass before you here an all too familiar grunt. as he stands, kratos rolls his shoulders back. the groan in disapproval but he doesn’t cease movement. he walks further into the cave, closer to you. stepping over the hide of an deer you’ve lay down to dry, he settles next to you.

you hum in greeting, eyes still closed, kratos once again, grunts in acknowledgment. you almost want to laugh at his standard way of speech, but you can’t bring yourself to. minutes pass before you lean closer to him and rest your head upon his shoulder, though, due to his abnormally large stature, you only make it to his upper bicep. a faint snicker leaves him as per your failure but you pay no mind. even in the coldest of winters could you find warmth.

where heimdall could read you from the language of your mind, you’d always believe you could read him from the language of his body. shoulders taut and sat behind his head, that cleary meant he was bothered apprehensively and or irritated. posture slump but still higher than others meant he definitely thought so, you see that one most when he was teasing many.

but this one was new, and you didn’t really know what it meant. shoulders sunken and a posture so relaxed that if it was you, he’d mock you about it. a book sits in between his hands, too neat for it to be from the public library, it must be one of his own.

you can’t help but feel a slight jealousy in your bones, why are all the books in the library so aged and tattered, you think that at least aesir would care for the scripts of knowledge. you hear a scoff come from his direction and it breaks you out if your thoughts. the gold of his teeth glimmer as he grinds them against one another, you panic at the idea of angering the odinson but another unfamiliar feeling shoots up your spine, it’s exciting.

“you don’t suppose that the reason why the books inside the local library are ruined is because of you mere mortals? or must you blame gods for all destruction.” he says, the pitch of his tone is playful but it still keeps you uneasy. “though..” he trails, forefinger brush the top of the next page of his book, violet eyes glancing between the words. “i dare say that you could browse my collection one day, if the lack of perfection bothers you that much.” you think from the silver of his tongue that he once again is just jesting you, but his shoulders still appear to be low to his physique.

The Best Part... |Kratos x Fem Reader | Oneshot

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Content Warnings: Detailed sex, just a lot of smut, adult language. 

Word Count: 3386

No gendered language, but afab anatomy briefly described.

A/N: Since my main fic I’m writing is a slow burn, and I am so down bad for this baldy, I cranked this out. It’s my first time writing smut, so let me know if I fucked anything up, or if you thought it was good/decent!

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You were laying down with the cold, hard earth beneath you. You could feel the warm heat of the fire about a foot away from you, it was keeping you comfortable. You were staring at the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, your partner, Kratos. You had first met him two years ago, he had saved your life from a horde of draugr. Ever since you first laid eyes on his grumpy face, you were smitten. Of course, Kratos took a while to warm up to you. You slowly gained his trust, getting short answers instead of annoyed grunts. Then before you knew it he was telling you about his past. Seeing him be vulnerable was a rare sight, but a welcomed one. You can remember the look of disgust and self-hatred etched across his face when he had revealed that he was a god, and the mistakes he had made. All you could do in that moment was hold him as close as you could, hoping your actions could communicate what your words couldn’t. That was the night you told Kratos you loved him. Luckily, your actions had done what your words couldn’t. That was also the first night you had slept with Kratos. Which is what you were thinking about at this very moment. The golden glow of the fire accentuated his body, especially since he had taken off his armor for the night. “You are staring.” Kratos spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. He was cleaning some clothing, which he hadn’t broken his attention from. “I have a lot to stare at.” You retorted, shifting from laying on your back to on your side. You got a classic Kratos grunt in response. Sometimes you didn’t know if he was truly oblivious to your flirting, or if he just loved playing hard to get. You sat up fully, wiping some dirt off your hands. You were trying to decide how to best get his attention. Mimir was perched on a log-turned-bench across from Kratos, but he had seen much worse than your flirting. You looked to the sky to check the position of the moon. A bit early for Atreus to be asleep… but he had become invested in reading all he could about Gaia ever since Kratos had shared a story about her the other night. He’s spent every free second with his nose buried in a book, you basically had to yell his name to get his attention when he’s just sitting a foot away from you. You formed a decent idea to get Kratos to stop trying to get blood stains out of furs. You stood up and walked up behind Kratos, resting a hand on his bare shoulder, you peered over his head to see if he had made any progress cleaning. He hadn’t. “Love,” you started, “I can take care of that tomorrow. We don’t even have the right ingredients to get that out at the moment.” Kratos stopped scrubbing at the stain with a sigh. He didn’t like leaving chores for you to take care of. But you were right, he’d been scrubbing for five minutes straight and the stain had just gotten larger. “Fine.” Kratos reluctantly gave up and dropped the fur and the rag in his hands. You smiled, he was very slowly allowing you to take care of a few things around the house without too much resistance. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely and rested your cheek on his shoulder. Kratos turned his head slightly to look at you. He never knew if your antics meant you wanted to be held, or fucked… or both. So, he never initiated sex, no matter how many times you told him it was more than okay to do so. But his heart beat never failed to increase when you were this close to him. You quickly gave up waiting for Kratos to make the first move, so you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him softly. Mimir also never knew what your actions would lead to, so he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, and focused harder on reading the book propped in front of him. You shifted to straddle the log bench Kratos was sitting on, not breaking your kiss, but deepening it. Kratos had felt his stomach do a flip, he knew what you wanted. He turned his body so it was facing you more now and rested one of his hands on the small of your back. You left one of your hands on his shoulder that was closest to you, and slowly began to migrate your other hand to his chest. You parted your lips, inviting Kratos into your mouth. He gladly accepted, dipping his tongue into your mouth and cupping the side of your face. You moaned softly into his mouth and glided your hand down his abdomen. You could feel how aroused and how wet you were getting, this man did things to you that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. Your kisses were becoming more open-mouthed and sloppy, taking millisecond breaks to breathe before connecting once again. You moved your hand down further, resting it on the upper inside of his thigh, very close to his crotch. “Mmh.” Kratos grunted and broke off your make-out sesh. “What..?” You questioned him, starting to pull your hand away from his thigh. “Not that.” He assured you. “The head.” he turned his head to Mimir. “Oi, don’t mind me brother. Had to endure this hundreds of times before, what’s one more time?” Mimir truly didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t too loud or distracting from his book. Kratos grunted, annoyed. He made a mental note to survey the area for Mimir more often… “hundreds of time?” he thought. But for now he grabbed a nearby shirt he had been meaning to clean and tossed it over Mimir. He didn’t want to risk endless jokes about his genitals, but mostly he didn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You slid your hand back up Kratos’ thigh and began to kiss his neck, with his head turned, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You felt Kratos’ fingertips grip onto you a little bit tighter. It encouraged you to scoot even closer to him and place a hand on the back of his head, you settled on a spot near his collarbone to begin to suck and gently bite at his skin. Kratos let out a soft, quiet moan into your ear. You moved your hand over his crotch and began to rub him slowly through his pants, kissing and sucking at little spots going up his neck. He began to rub your waist, wanting to turn the focus more to you than him now. “Lay down.” Kratos instructed you softly. You detached yourself from his neck, feeling a little proud of the marks you’ve made on such a strong, stoic man. You obeyed his instructions and moved off the log, threw a blanket on the dirt and then laid on top of it, starting to take off your pants. Kratos had his knees on either side of your legs and took over for you, slowly pulling down your pants and underwear. You propped yourself up on your elbows slightly, watching every move Kratos was making. He quickly moved to help you take off your shirt as well. After he had considerately put your clothing on top of the log instead of the ground, he was hovering over you and kissed you in the middle of your chest sweetly. You smiled to yourself, every action he made with you was so gentle and loving. You used one hand to rub his shoulder. Kratos began kissing you all the way down to your lower stomach, you were very happy about where this was going and your eyes were glued to the man on top of you. He left one last kiss above your pubic bone and shifted your legs so that they were over his shoulders. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him and dove right in. It took everything in you not to let out a loud moan, but you were breathing heavy. Kratos started by licking you all over, he loved how you tasted and how wet you would get from just kissing him. He moved one hand to rest on your stomach and used the other to spread you open even more. He created the perfect amount of suction around your clit and used his tongue to add even more friction. “Fuck.” You moaned softly as you let your head drop back and were grinding against his tongue. Kratos was not a fan of cursing, but when you said it, especially how you just did, it went straight to his dick. He pressed his face deeper into you and moved his mouth even faster. You gripped the fur of the blanket beneath you and began to arch your back, you had to bite your lip to muffle your moans. Kratos took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, and that’s all you needed. “Oh… fuck, Kratos!” You were trying to be as quiet as you could, but he made it so damn hard. You let out a moan as you reached your climax and tried to push yourself closer into Krato’s mouth, if that was possible. He began to slow down, trying to extend your orgasm for as long as he could, using the flat of his tongue to slowly stimulate you. He knew you were done when your entire body relaxed, he pulled his mouth away and gave your inner thigh a kiss. Your chest was heaving, completely out of breath, but you managed to look down at the Spartan. He carefully unhooked your legs from his shoulders and sat up on his knees as he stared down at you, your chest moving up and down, your cheeks still red from your orgasm and the mess your hair was starting to become, he loved it. He loved you. “Fuck.” You simply stated as you stared back at him, trying to translate your feelings into words. “Sorry, I know you don’t like that.” You apologized for your language as you sat up. “Mh..” Kratos grunted, debating if he should tell you how he feels about it. “It is fine when you say it.” he admitted. You smiled at him and brought your focus to his pants, working on taking off his belt, “Really?” You questioned him, not fully believing him. “Yes.” he assured you. You got his belt off and set it aside, you rubbed his hips and looked up at him, “You know… I only say that when I’m left speechless.” You slid down his pants and watched his very erect dick spring free. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, its size and girth was always a little intimidating. Your words fed into the god’s ego a little bit, “Mhhh…” He hummed, almost like he was surprised to learn that information about you. He watched as you stroked him slowly before licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip and ran your tongue over the slit. You heard Kratos let out a pleased grunt before you took as much of him as you could into your mouth and began to suck him off, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Kratos’ heartbeat was picking up speed, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, careful not to push you further into his cock. He rested his hand on your cheek and you began to bob your head and stroke him faster, moaning around his length. Kratos’ breathing was starting to get heavy now and he clenched his teeth to suppress any sounds from escaping his mouth. You slowed down slightly, and decided to focus on the head of his dick again, swiping it back and forth with your tongue. The hand Kratos didn’t have on your face was clenched into a fist, because you were doing everything to make him a moaning mess, but he wanted to keep his composure. However, before he could lose it, he took an opportunity to stop you from continuing when you needed a breath of air. You looked up at Kratos when he stopped you, hands still wrapped around his swollen dick. You could see the lust in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you happily returned it. You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck and savor the kiss. But Kratos cut it short, he felt like if he didn’t get closer to you he might die. He carefully leaned you back, one hand on your head and one on your back. After sleeping with him a few times, you quickly realized Kratos’ favorite position was missionary, but you got him to mix it up once in a while. Kratos leaned over you and started to position himself to enter you, but before he did he locked eyes with you. You already knew he was checking in for consent, you gave his biceps a squeeze and nodded your head, “I’m ready, love.” You assured him. Kratos leaned down to kiss your forehead and then he slowly began to enter you. You tightened your grip on his arms and let out a soft gasp, he felt so good, like he was meant for you. Kratos had filled you up with his entire length, he was waiting for you to adjust to him before moving. But you had long gotten used to him, no longer needing time to adjust to his size, but he never skipped this step. “Please, Kratos…” You begged, not wanting to wait any longer. With your enthusiasm, he began to rock his hips into you at a steady pace, admiring your facial features as he fucked you. You let out a moan, louder than you meant to, and you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders and wrapped your legs loosely around him. You couldn’t form any thoughts when Kratos was in you, you could only think about the warmth radiating off of him and how fucking good he felt. Kratos started to increase his speed as he moved one of his hands to grip your waist, but was conscious to not hurt you. All you could do was moan softly over and over again, and occasionally lean up to give Kratos a sloppy kiss. You could feel your arousal building up again. You intertwined your fingers with his and pushed him up so his back was straight, changing his angle to hit you in all the right spots. “Yes… right there.” you encouraged Kratos, looking up at him as you felt yourself starting to become closer to your second orgasm. Kratos groaned slightly at your words and gently squeezed your hands as he started to go faster, deeper, and harder. You attempted to muffle your own moans as your nails dug into Kratos’ hand and with a few more thrusts you were cumming, your walls squeezing around Krato’s cock, the tightness bringing him to his own orgasm as well. He groaned in ecstasy as he came inside you and slowed his thrusts. You were, again, out of breath and you could feel the fur blanket under you becoming wet from your orgasm, you let go of Kratos’ hands and lets your arms fall to your side. You were thoroughly fucked and exhausted. Kratos leaned over you again and rested his forehead on your shoulder, stilling himself inside you, breathing heavily. He lazily kissed your shoulder and your neck before he willed himself off of you and pulled out, seeing his cum spill out of you. You could feel it, his cum slowly leaking from you, it was definitely one of your favorite parts of sex with Kratos. “Come ‘ere.” you instructed Kratos, who was just taking in the sight of you. He laid down next you with a slight grunt, the one you teased was his “old man grunt”. He slipped his hand under you and pulled you closer to him and kissed the side of your head.  “I love you.” he whispered in your ear. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made your heart feel so full. A big smile found its way onto your face as you turned on your side to face him, “I love you too.” you reciprocated as you rested an arm on his abdomen, right at the top of his scar, and hooked one of your legs around him and finally laid your head on his chest. This was your favorite thing about sex with Kratos. The love. The moments right after when you felt complete and whole and can hold him as tight as you can. You laid together, staring up at the stars in the sky and the moon in silence for what seemed like an eternity. But, in classic Kratos fashion, he eventually sat up and began to wipe away the mess between your legs and helped you get dressed. No matter how much you protested and insisted you were perfectly capable of cleaning and dressing yourself, Kratos insisted on helping you. Every time. When the two of you were dressed, you added the blanket you were laying on to the pile of washing to get done. The previously strong fire was now just some smoldering embers. Kratos released Mimir from his cloth prison and picked him up, ready to head to bed with you. “Aye, please tell me you washed your hands…” Mimir didn’t sound too confident. “No.” Kratos replied plainly as he held open the door to the house for you, closing it after entering behind you. Mimir let out a defeated sigh as he was set down in front of his book on the table. You let out a yawn as you spotted Atreus, who fell asleep sitting up in his bed with books sprawled out around him. Kratos put out the candles that had illuminated the small cabin and sat on the bed the two of you shared. He had insisted on sleeping closest to the door, of course. “Goodnight Mimir.” you whispered to the head. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Mimir replied, he couldn’t be annoyed or upset with you and Kratos. He was just glad to see Kratos truly happy, he deserved it after the life he’s had You climbed across Kratos to your spot in bed and snuggled up to him. “Goodnight, love.” You kissed his cheek as tiredness was taking over. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Kratos said as he wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes.

~Morning after bonus~

The next morning Atreus was up early, getting breakfast ready. You woke up to the smell of bacon cooking, still entangled in the arms of your lover. You lifted your head slightly to peer over the sleeping Spartan and smiled at Atreus. “Good morning, you’re up early.” you whispered to him, but it was no use because Kratos had opened his eyes. Atreus looked over to you and his Father, “Morning.” he smiled at the two of you, “Food should be ready soon.” Kratos sat up fully and planted his feet on the floor, “You fell asleep reading.” he stated to his son. Kratos had been on his back for letting his interests interfere with a proper night’s sleep. “I know…” he started to explain, “But I’m-” he stopped mid sentence and gave his father a strange look. “Father, did you get hurt?” he asked, motioning to his own neck. You could hear Kratos’ breath hitch as his hand went up to his neck, “No.” he deflected. Since he was in his 1000’s, if he didn’t specifically focus on healing an injury, especially a small one, it took a few days for them to go away. Atreus gave him a doubtful look. Kratos was not good at lying, anyone could see straight through them. He focused his energy and healed his body. “Uhm,” You piped up sitting up and peeking your head over Kratos’ shoulder, “We were laying down outside, looking at the stars and one of those rat things, you know the red ones? It snuck up on him.” You patted his shoulder, covering for Kratos’, “He’s kinda embarrassed about it…” Mimir was looking back and forth between the two of you and Atreus, seeing if the boy was really that naive. “Ohhh…” Atreus bought it. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Father. Those things are fast.” he set the food that had finished cooking onto a wooden slab to cool. “Mh…” Kratos just grunted and dropped his hand back down to his side. Mimir rolled his eyes, he was gonna have to explain sex better to Atreus than the horrible talk he could only imagine occurred between the boy and his father.

A Good Morning Blowie, Eh? || Tyr x Fem!Reader

A/N: I love coming back after literal months to post something completely random and unexpected. Like, you’d think the mainly Oual Dano writer would keep writing Oual Dano if they only posted that but... whatever, actually. You guys don’t even know some of the fics I have locked away, never to see the light of day. ANYWAY!!!! Tyr’s fucking hot as balls and I wanted, no-- NEEDED-- to write about him. Also, headcanon time: Tyr is fucking baller at eating pussy. That’s all I can say. 

Oh, also, IMPORTANT: If you like this, request more Tyr, or even Kratos fics WITH specific details you’d personally like to see. 

Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Also terms like “cunt” and “pussy” used because I can’t fucking handle the shitty little, cutesy ass nicknames people give vaginas. Like, it’s a fucking pussy. Give me a break. 

Pairing: Tyr/Fem!Reader

Great beams of light spilled through the large circular windows of Tyr’s room, a small space nestled in one of the many corners of the germaphobe dwarf Sindri’s immaculate tree house. There wasn’t necessarily a day or night in the Realm between Realms, but it did operate on a time system very similar to Midgard, with brighter purplish-blue light in the mornings and a deeper plum at night. 

This was how you knew that it was past the time to get up, and you figured everyone else had already set off for whatever journey they had in store as you ran your hand down Tyr’s muscular forearm, squeezing his hand as a gentle way of waking him up. 

The only honorable Aesir didn’t stir, however, only squishing his face further into the crook of your neck and sighing contently. You chuckled lightly before lightly calling out his name. Still, he showed no sign of waking up anytime soon, instead wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. 

Giggling at the sensation of his breath on your neck, you tried calling his name three more times, each louder than the last, but he didn’t budge. Tyr was a deep sleeper, and you knew this, so you pondered possible ways to wake up the hulking teddy bear. 

Soon, a wicked thought popped into your head, rousing you to move and carefully remove each of Tyr’s arms from your midsection. Your plan was devious but entirely foolproof, seeing as it worked every time you tried it. 

A playful smile dawned on you as you gently nudged Tyr onto his back. The nonviolent god of war only hummed, quickly getting comfortable in this new position. 

You could barely contain your mischievous laughter as your hand crept to the hem of his shirt, your movements painstakingly slow as you inched the material just above his belly button, giving you a nice view of his ruggedly toned physique. 

Unable to help yourself, you kissed along this exposed ridge of skin as you wormed Tyr’s pants down until they sat just below the middle of his thighs. From what you could see, Tyr was already half-hard, no doubt from the cuddling just moments ago. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of his girthy cock. It was definitely proportional to the rest of him, coming to about eleven inches tall and at least a couple of inches wide. Taking the behemoth of a dick in your comparably small hand, you gave it some experimental tugs, watching as Tyr became restless in his sleep. 

Once again, unable to help yourself, you went straight to it and licked a wet line up the length of his dick, feeling it come to life before tonguing the tip, smiling to yourself when you could taste the salty beads of precum already leaking from him. 

Tyr hummed in his sleep, unknowingly arching his hips at the contact. This only pushed you to continue, and with renewed vigor, you swallowed as much of him as you could fit (which wasn’t a lot, to begin with). 

Fighting back the tears and urge to gag, you ducked your head further until your jaw couldn’t open anymore. Staying there, you licked and sucked on the length you were able to fit in your stretched mouth, gathering the spit that dribbled down the length with your hands to work the rest of him. Tyr moaned in his sleep, whispering your name as his whole body reacted to your touch. 

After your jaw acclimated, you pulled back and hollowed your cheeks once you reached the tip, savoring the taste of the quickly growing amount of precum that soon filled your mouth. Ducking your head back down, you didn’t swallow until you reached the point you were at before. 

Finally, Tyr woke up with a start, “Oh Hel, that feels so–” Tyr’s hands flew to your hair when you hummed around his cock, fully enveloping your head when his fingers carded through the tresses. 

Now that Tyr was awake, you allowed yourself to work his dick faster and harder even though your jaw was already beginning to ache. Tyr’s deep moans were all that you needed, and besides those, you could tell he was enjoying it by just the amount of pre alone. 

Sucking up and down, you looked into his glowing eyes as you cupped his balls. Tyr groaned as his head fell back onto his pillow, and you simply continued your work. 

Soon, your mouth and jaw were beginning to hurt, so you resorted to licking the spot just under Tyr’s tip that you knew drove him crazy. When your tongue met the spot, Tyr shuddered, and not long after, he spilled into your mouth, almost causing you to choke on his cum. 

You didn’t swallow yet, choosing instead to pull off and show Tyr the pool of white liquid that filled your mouth before you drank it down greedily. You still held his cock in your hands, and when you did this, you could feel it twitch in excitement. 

Hazily, Tyr asked, “What did I do to deserve this?” You only smiled as you trailed back up Tyr’s long body, planting your hips just behind his still-hard dick. 

Running your hands under Tyr’s rumpled shirt, you innocently replied, “I needed to wake you up.” Tyr laughed as his arms easily wrapped around your frame and pulled you closer to him. 

“Hel, you’re a little temptress, aren’t you?” Tyr’s smooth voice shot straight to your core, and you unconsciously ground against his length as you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck, suddenly sheepish. 

“Forgive me, darling, but I don’t think you exactly have room to act shy when you woke me up with a– what do they call them?” 

Meekly, you answered, “A blowjob.”

Tyr echoed your response breathily, “A blowjob.” 

Tyr’s hands followed the curves of your body before reaching your ass, and with a sly smile, he grabbed you firmly, relishing in the moan you provided.

“Mm, did you get yourself worked up, dove?” You nodded, still grinding against his dick, “Let me help with that, then.” 

In a flash, Tyr flipped you over, and your head came colliding with the plush pillow he was just resting on. Tyr didn’t often show off his otherworldly strength, except during times like this. Even though he rarely admitted it, being able to hold you down without barely breaking a sweat thrilled him beyond belief. 

Just then, Tyr began to pull your pants down and kiss each newly exposed inch of blazing flesh that he held beneath him. Tyr’s untamed beard tickled your stomach, causing you to giggle wildly. 

“Your laugh sounds like heaven.” Tyr’s voice was low in his throat when he spoke, and as your cheeks burned, your giggles turned into an airy moan when he reached the hem of your underwear. Then, Tyr’s massive hands came to the crux of your legs and spread them apart tenderly; his kisses were like embers against your sensitive skin. 

Spreading your legs willingly, you still hid behind the safeguard your hands provided, unable to bear the weight of Tyr’s intent gaze. 

Tyr tsked, one of his long arms easily reaching both of yours, “No, no. I want to see you.” His voice was like a thick coating of honey, making you shiver under the words. 

Obliging, you removed your hands, mentally forcing yourself to keep your eyes on him as he continued his work. 

Tyr’s deft fingers wormed beneath the hem of your underwear, swiftly yanking the garment down and exposing you to the chilly air. Tyr’s eyes widened as his thumb returned to your pussy, running through the slick that gathered there. You could even hear how wet you were just from that alone. 

“Is this all for me?” You nodded, and Tyr couldn’t decide whether to look at your inviting, dripping cunt or your lusty eyes, “Oh, you don’t know what you do to me.” 

Before you knew it, Tyr was spreading your pussy and diving in for a taste. His tongue was a welcome pressure against your core, simultaneously stoking and quenching the fire that burned there. 

Tyr groaned loudly, and you almost shushed him before you moaned, too, the sound reverberating off of the walls. Admittedly, neither of you minded now as Tyr’s tongue found and suckled at your clit. During this, one of Tyr’s enormous fingers found your twitching entrance and circled it before nudging in slightly. His fingers were enough for you, and oftentimes, Tyr had to work you open on three or four before you could even begin to take his cock.

Instantly, Tyr found a healthy rhythm that made you squirm and writhe under his touch. Your toes curled, and your back arched off the bed as Tyr’s mouth ate you out like a fine meal while his finger went to work finding the spot that made you cry out for me.

When his finger found the spot, Tyr allowed himself a moment to speak, “You taste so good, Gods, how I missed this.” 

With Tyr’s mouth returning to your eager cunt, you felt that familiar fire course through your veins and collect in the tips of your fingers and seat of your belly, the feeling making your moans come in quick succession to the other. 

All the while, you adored the full feeling that came from Tyr’s single finger and inwardly ached for his dick. You knew everyone would be back soon, however, so you filed that want away for another time. 

The mixed sensations working in tandem made that wire coil tighter and tighter before, ultimately, it snapped. The fire roared inside of you, filling your ears with a rushing sound and causing your head to go momentarily dizzy. 

Tyr kept eating you out, though, unrelenting in his pace before you started to whine out from overstimulation. Finally, he slowed down and let you come down from your high, sliding his finger out and licking your juices off the digit, all the while giving you a sly smile. 

Tyr’s voice was raspy when he spoke, “You’re perfect. I still can’t believe I have you here with me.” 

Feeling cold, you beckoned him back up, content with having him holding you again as you whispered words of love into his ear. 

Heyo! Ive been seeing alot of GOW request and I wanted one for Freyr? Like Freyr has a crush on a person Kratros sees as a daughter and how'd Kratos would react if he'd seen Freyr flirting with her or trying to swoon her? If possible? 🙂😊

freyr is such a sweetheart and i looove this idea sooo much so. if this does well then MAYBE... i'll write an actual oneshot for it!! we'll see :") let me know if you'd want that!

fem!reader, but no pronouns are used | no tws

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freyr having feelings for someone kratos sees as his child headcanons

freyr isn't really that intimidated by kratos at first. when you show up at his camp with him, he's completely prepared to fight him until freya shows up

after things calm down and his sister is freed from her binds, the two of you become close friends relatively quickly

he sees your talent with your weapon and your ability to think quickly, and he know he wants someone like you on his side for when ragnarök inevitably comes

he thinks you're attractive. he has since the moment he saw you, but he didn't form feelings for you until a bit later. he can't help it— not really. you were so kind to him. so open. it was more than he asked for from you, and he was grateful to have received it

kratos isn't stupid. he sees the way freyr looks at you. he'll have his elbow propped up on the table in front of him, his head rested on the palm of his hand as he looks at you. his eyes are filled with an adoration like no other

it almost reminds him of his own relationship with faye

he hates the thought of you being in a relationship, but you aren't a child. freyr isn't the worst choice for a boyfriend, so he can't be too upset about that for too long

when you reciprocate, he'll have to have a stern talking to with him. it's the stereotypical dad stuff— what would be considered empty threats from other people are completely serious with him

if he hurts you, he would end him. it's simple

he promises to him that he'll protect him, and kratos believes him. he warms up to him and knows that he isn't lying

he realizes that that he's a better option than.. essentially everyone else surrounding you, and he's a good person. his motives were pure, and his intentions were true. he could tell

freyr is a bit scared of him going into your relationship and you'll have to reassure him that he's just protective over you. he understands that, but he's still worried about getting hurt by him for some reason

it's not like he would harm you, not on purpose. he has nothing to feel anxious or scared about at all, and once he realizes that he becomes more talkative with kratos

it warms your heart to see your boyfriend and your father get along. kratos ends up really liking freyr. he likes him more than he likes most people, honestly

he'll protect him subconsciously. he wants to keep him safe for your sake. he can't imagine you ever being happy again without him in your life

if he ever kisses you in public he would just cough really loudly to get him to stop. it makes you really embarrassed, but seeing you curl up into freyr like that..— it makes him realize that you're grown

it makes him realize that you have someone else to protect you. freyr would die for you. he knows that

it warms his heart to know he cares about you so much

he has his approval

if he wants to take your relationship a step forward— he has his approval <3

Sorry to bother you with this but I have no writing skill and you're the first one I thought of when I had this idea so

Have you played or watched the ending for God of War Valhalla? If so do you think you could do the ending with Jaune?

No need to apologize. It's not bother at all. And the best advice I can give you about writing is to keep doing it and to draw inspiration from other works. That said, I hope you enjoy this work I am about to present. Now, that said, I did, in fact, see God of War: Ragnarök: Valhalla. And it was probably the most perfect DLC we could get for God of War story-wise, since it covered pretty much what was missing from the story, which is Kratos becoming the better man he should have been shown to be. And now, here we have it. Kratos becoming who he was meant to be. And now, I present to you,

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JAUNE ARC, THE NEW GOD OF WAR

This battle, like all others before, had come to an end. Jaune Arc, the God of War from the Kingdom of Vale, lifted Winter, the War Maiden of Atlas, over his head and threw her to the ground. As she rolled across the floor, she found her way to her knees. Jaune closed in with his fist held high, ready to strike her down. However, her hand caught his. There was a bit of struggle on her end, and with heavy pants, she spoke.

"Enough, Jaune." She said. "I yield."

Jaune took a step back, then reached forward with his hand. Taking his hand, she was pulled to her feet. With a smile, he nodded.

"Well-fought."

"Let's see what the relic has to say about you." Winter brought forth the relic she was charged to protect, and it's blue mist began to swirl around the two. Once more, Jaune's past was revealed, beginning where it ended with Jaune's victory over the maddened Ozpin. "After you slew Ozpin, Beacon had fallen. The Maiden of Vale was dead by your hand, both of them, and yet you survived."

"Not without my own attempt on my life."

"No, but the question remains why you continued to fight." The image changed from the fallen Beacon to Jaune falling from the highest point of the tower. "Why did you continue to live, even when you were so committed to ending it all?"

"I had lost everything, but..." Jaune swallowed. "But there was something else for me. It was little, and it seemed useless, but it was all I had left."

"And what was it?"

"Hope."

"Mm, hope." Ozpin said, standing by Jaune's side. "Hope, however fleeting it may seem, can prove to be more powerful than any weapon on Remnant. It was all left within you, and you chose to bring hope back to Vale. To all of Remnant."

"And you have brought hope to Atlas, too." Winter gave a small smile.

"I should have died." Jaune said. "It would have been fitting. But it didn't happen."

"Because you still had hope, and that hope lived on through you. Since your attempt in Vale to your triumph in Atlas, you have brought hope to us all. Regardless of any relic, whatever magical power it may hold, anger and hatred and love and joy and hope all live in each and every one of us, whether we are meek and mortal or mighty and monstrous. And yet there is one last question you must ask; which will you choose to let guide your actions?" The mist fell, leaving Jaune face-to-face with the Winter Maiden. "Every decision we make shapes our world."

Jaune gave a grunt. All this time, all this struggle and pain and near endless pain had led to this moment, just as this moment would lead to the next one. Jaune Arc held onto his hope and had grown since his time as a God of War in Vale. Since his attempt to end his life. Since the beginning of his new life here, in Atlas.

"I understand now."

"And?" Winter asked.

"And I'm ready go inside."

Winter smiled. "Excellent."

Jaune walked up to the massive door, the same as he had before. Except it wouldn't be the same, would it? He had changed since the first time he entered, and he changed the last time he entered as well. As he pushed, the doors that once felt heavy suddenly became light and easy to push. Entering the dark room behind the doors, the world fell away, leaving only himself inside the darkness.

As he continued to walk forward, a little began to glow from above onto himself. Except, it wasn't himself. No, Jaune was staring at his younger self, who was sitting on an empty throne, clutching the same red bandana tied to his hip. Jaune stopped, expecting anything and everything he could, except for this.

"What... can I say to you?" Jaune began, speaking to the seated Jaune. "I remember the day I first took that throne. All that it meant. And all that it didn't. I... was the God of War. The God of Pain. Of Suffering. Of Destruction." He looked away. "Jinn said I would always chase a redemption I know I will never deserve. But what does that make me?" He glanced to his younger self. "A God of Fools. A God of...."

Suddenly, he found Pyrrha's sash in his hands. He turned it over, once more remembering how soft her hands felt in his. How sweet her breath smelled to him. How warm her blood felt as it fell from her cold body. Her final words to him were for him to trust destiny and to have...

"...Hope. When all else is lost..." He turned to his doppelganger once more. "You... lost everything. And everyone." He felt his body tense as his anger built the closer he got to the throne. "And you became..."

The younger Jaune shifted in his seat, blue eyes glaring at blue eyes. No... No, Jaune stared at Jaune. It didn't matter what kind of Jaune he was speaking to, whether they were younger, older, seated, standing- It didn't matter because he was still Jaune. Anger filled him at the realization.

"There is no excusing you and what you've done!" He shouted. "You became-!" Finally, Jaune's remaining words died in his throat. "I became." He turned away, realizing who he had been shouting at, who he had been fighting against since his ascension to godhood.

"What now?" He whispered. "Should I, the same Jaune Arc, sit down on this throne? Should I take? Yell out? Lead? Submit myself to service?" The final words danced on his tongue. "Service. In service." He looked once more to the sash in his hand. "If... If I lose everything and everyone, will there still be enough of me left so that I don't become you?" He shook his head. "I don't know." He nodded. "But I have hope."

"You..." He turned once more to the throne. "You are cruel, and arrogant, and selfish." His fury subsided. "But you are more than that. There was always more to you than what others saw. You are more than that."

With a deep breath, Jaune stepped forward once more. The once glorious throne of Vale had long withered away to it's barest stones. Seated upon the throne was a red sash, and taking it in hand, he touched the throne. He then turned and lowered himself to sit on the throne. With a shaky breath, he knew this was where he belonged.

Holding onto hope, he had become the new Atlas God of War... and of Hope.

freyr x reader [gow: r]

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× summary: kratos' daughter find love with freya's cute brother; freyr.

× requested by anon: Hii! It is i the one who asked about Freyr, I don't have any promts or Ideas but can you try writing one? Maybe she's Kratos' daughter or an ally he encountered somewhere on his adventures.. then basically overprotective kratos. And can you please include Ingrid..

× wc: 2.7k

× warnings & tags: events take place between breaking the curse freya have and forgiving freyr & I didn’t want freyr die in this fic, so, he lives after the ragnarok. ^^ fluff, kratos' daughter!reader, touching.  

freya had a special part on your heart even after she tried to kill your father, kratos who had to kill her only son to protect her life. so, when she told how she needed to break the curse odin have put, both you and your father has accepted. it was good to finally have a time to break the ices between your family and freya because you like to spend time with her. she was strong, caring and beautiful. you loved her but one thing you didn't know was that you would love her brother, freyr, more.

freya called him as yngvi but you knew his name was freyr since one of his statues was in the realm of elves. he had so many similarities with his sister. they looked so alike. you could tell he took some of his features from his sister. same hair color, same braided hair style, same eyes, and much more but no, for you, they weren't the same. for you, freyr was something else. he was different from freya because when you were looking at him, you felt something unfamiliar that you weren't feeling when it was the eyes of freya you looked at. freya was like a friend to you now but freyr was like a - soulmate that your hearts seeks.

it was just a little time you spent together, yes, but you couldn't help but feel like this. feel good beside him.

you remembered the first time you saw him, after you and kratos, your father, followed freya to her realm where she was born. the realm was looking magical. but him - he looked more beautiful than the realm's itself. he was hostile towards you firstly, trying to protect his realm and people, his friends. then, thanks to freya's appearance, he changed his mind on you. he looked both of you, studying what kind of God you were, you and your father. he even looked at you for a certain time to make kratos took a few step to him while covering your smaller body with his. not knowing freyr yet, his gesture was understandable. however, you could feel shyness and nervous feelings coming out of freyr who made a joke about the whole situation, "not saw a God like you - I mean two of you, not only her." he chuckled a little bit that probably would make freya roll her eyes if she was in human form. then, kratos made a hmm sound, referring to that it was okay but he has to be careful. oh, the protective attitude he had.

you had pink cheek too because you didn't know whether he meant to look at you because he found you interesting or he was just curious about where you come from but he made you feel shy at that moment.

then, freya and kratos left the place freyr and his friends were staying.

you could remember the conversation you and your father had, "be careful. we can't trust them. not yet." rolling your eyes, you nodded, "I know father but they are freya's family." you were referring to freyr especially. "they mean no harm."

"just listen to me once." he added, and mimir who was listening you while you were talking far from the camp, wanted to add something to make the air's nervous level decrease since kratos showed a great protection for your safety.

"leave her, brother. she needs to find new friends. the age she is in now requires to find someone -"

"no." this all what kratos said, feeling something unfamiliar in his chest because of being not ready for you to have - special someone. however, it wasn't something like this, as you thought. indeed, it was. you learned it with time.

touching his arm, you smiled, "I will be okay father. do not worry. I am your daughter after all."

he nodded, relieved to hear your confident and trustful voice. as he turned around to leave the camp with freya, you saw mimir's face; smirking mischievously and winking. how you loved to old man. he was understanding you well and it wasn't a sin to feel - excited.

after they left the camp, you went to meet with friends of freyr who were speaking with each other around the fire. hildisvini was one of them who was a vanir archer. he was a good speaker and you kept talking with him since you were fond of bows and arrows 'till mimir's voice took your attention. leaving hildisvini with a gentle manner, you went to where mimir' s voice came from and then you saw him again, smiling to mimir while talking about an old memory as you understood.

"mimir?" you asked to took their attention on you. "I thought you went with my dad."

mimir spoke while freyr brown eyes turned to, making you feel shy again, not a familiar feeling for you.

"I wanted to speak with freyr since it was a long time ago we spoke."

nodding to him, you said, smiling a little, "it would be a shame if freyr wouldn't get the an apology."

mimir looked offended while freyr smiled, "everyone know what a pain in the ass you are."

mimir rolled his eyes as you made your way to look at the table in which mimir's head was staying, right in front of freyr as he put his hands on it.

it had a map of vanaheim on it, a guide for the next events that will come. studying it, you asked to freyr while avoiding any eye contact because he was close and you could faint any moment.

"is it okay for me to look? if it is a secret and important thing, I can turn around."

he came to your side, he put his hands on the table, right next to you, leaving just a few inches between your little fingers. you could feel his warm, radiating from his body to yours.

"it's okay. my sister trust you with her life after all, I can see it in her eyes."

nodding to him, you tried to focus on the map but it was so hard. it became harder as he turned around, putting his waist rather than his hands. he threw one leg over other while leaning back to the table's edge and crossing his arms together. he was looking good with his brown hair that has some white parts and beams that looks beautiful. you wondered who made his hair. you wondered how it could feel good to play with it.

to think about this made you realize how you acted like a teenager rather than a mature woman. it was the first time you had this kind of excitement, making you wanna burn your face into the leaves, hiding it from freyr who was looking at you like mimir wasn't there.

his green and brown colored armor was looking cute on him. it was right contrast to yours; light blue and black. a suit like armor that covers your body, making it look cute but charming.

"mimir told me that you have a magnificent power on magic."

smirking to mimir who was trying to look at the map like you but probably was listening your conversation with freyr, you said, "is it right, mimir? I never thought you liked my magic."

"I do not like it my lady, especially when you use it for making my beard sparkle in nights." both you and freyr chuckled because he still had some sparkles on his beard, showing how it would look like with full sparkles. "but I would not deny how well you are good at it."

nodding to him, you felt proud. taking a compliment from the smartest man alive was heart-warming. however, your happiness and proud went higher as freyr said, "I would like to see it since I assume you are really a powerful magician."

looking at his eyes, you two shared a stare that lasted long enough to make mimir giving a fake cough. you and freyr stopped looking at each other but you could see his brown eyes still with his visible mark on his lips. you wanted to ask how he got it but it was for another day.

you looked at the camp, "should I show it in here?"

freyr looked at the camp and to his friends too. "wherever you like."

mimir added, "can you leave me to sigrun on your way to inside the forest my lady?"

nodding to him, you turned to freyr who was waiting for your answer, "the forest then."

° ° °

and here you were, standing in a big and old tree that had same magnificent and beautiful colors on it still, aging like a wine as midgard people said. however, it had some dead flowers around it, would look heart broken if they had human forms. feeling their sadness because of the death that was coming for them, you knelt down, touching them gently.

"come," you said to freyr, the god of rain and fertility as mimir said, "you should be close enough to my magic and its main intent."

freyr copied your posture, kneeling down to your level but standing taller than you still. he touched the same flowers you touched one by one and when your hands crashed into each other, a fresh and soft jolt traveled on your bodies from fingers to inside. looking at him while he looked at you, you began to sing a melody, sounding so peaceful as the tattoos you had on your right arm began to shine with a blue sparkle, magic flows from your heart to the flowers. and one by one, they reached the life they deserved, blooming again with powerful colors they had once.

freyr looked at them, surprised but impressed.

when all the flowers found their life again, you didn't take back your hand and so did freyr.

he said, smiling to flowers, "I never see them so beautiful. this realm, my home, is not what it is used to be but now - it looks like same as the past. you give them life. the life they needed."

he turned to you, smiling still, "thank you. I appreciate it. I really do."

smiling to him, feeling happier than before, you stood up with freyr, holding each other's hands like they were where they should be.

then, after a long time, touching and looking at each other, he broke the silence." but I believe you have more than this. you even have an arrow and bows on your back."

you left his hand, taking your weapons from your back to show him, you said, "I was once a sword master. I had a magical one too but I lost it, a long time ago."

freyr, maybe for the first time, looked sad. you was going to ask if you said something wrong but he began to speak, feeling a little sadness in his eyes, "I had one too. it was - it was good to have it in my hand. it even had a name."

"oh," you said, feeling sad like he did. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to."

"it's okay. you wouldn't know." he smiled, wanting make you feel well.

to change the topic from a sad event to fun one, you smiled, asking him more questions about the sword he had once with your curiosity. "you said it had a name. what was it? or should I guess?"

he nodded, smirking, beginning to feel good again with your playful attitude.

as he began to walk, you put the weapons you had back into their places, following him while traveling around the realm.

"uhm, can it be -" you put a finger on your chin, thinking about it. "the magnificent sword of the lord freyr?"

laughing at your comment, he said as you impressed the way he laugh, looking cute. "no. of course not! it's so long. I can't even remember it."

shrugging, you said, "I tried my chance. so, what was its name?"

"ingrid." he said, "I named him as ingrid."

"ingrid." you repeated, "It's a good name. I liked it."

"you would like ingrid if it was here, with me."

looking at his hand which he was focusing on, you said, "I will. I believe one day, I will see it with you."

smiling at you, he gave you a meaningful and thankful look, making you smile too and you realized that how this stranger god made you smile so much in a day with only spending a little time. he would give much more happiness, you believed, with times you would spend with him in the future. you wished you would have chance to spend more times.

° ° °

"y/n." your father's voice took your attention from freyr who was sitting on your left side, on the wood that was around the fire. your conversation about your personal beliefs and more was interrupted by kratos but you felt relief because of seeing him in one piece even if knowing there was no one that could hurt him.

"father!" you said happily, hugging him for a short time when you saw freya in her human form. you smiled, already feeling she broke the spell with your father. "I am happy to see that you have gained your freedom frigg."

she smiled at you, saying, "thanks to kratos." to show she forgave your father.

as you looked at kratos, smiling more, he nodded to you and freya left your side to have a gloomy but long waited réunion.

you watched them as kratos asked, "did you were well and safe?"

you nodded to him, "I was father. and I made new friends as well. they all are good."

mimir who was on the hand of brok came to scene with brok, "I see you broke the spell, brother. well done."

"and don't worry for the kid," brok added, handing mimir's head to kratos which was a funny scene to look at, "she is doing well. it's time to finally finding some friend. and freyr is not a dumbass too. it's a good sign."

kratos said 'hmm', not giving enough acknowledgement but accepting the fact that you were on the age in which you could decide on your own.

mimir said in a low tone, probably for hiding it from you but you could hear his voice still," don't worry brother. freya would teach her the 'woo'."

"mimir!" your father said with a deep and warning tone. wait, what was woo?

° ° °

"hey.”

you stopped to tying your hair into braided style when you heard freyr's voice.

you turned back to him, looking at his smiling face and pick colored cheeks that were visible, making you smile too.

"hey."

pointing to your side, he said, "can I?"

"of course." you slid over to create a room for him on the root of a lofty tree reaching down to the ground. "I thought you were with frigg?"

"I was," he said, looking at your hair. "but she said I needed to be elsewhere."

you were surprised to here that. "she said that?"

"yeah," he put his left hand on his neck, "maybe she could said that if I would not shut my mouth, talking about you, she would stab me."

chuckling nervously, he looked at somewhere else rather than your face.

laughing at his shyness and nervousness, you said, "she is straight-out, isn't she?"

"she really is."

smiling together, you spent some time in silence, having good time with each other's company, looking at the beautiful places of the realm.

then, out of sudden, you turned to him to only catching him looking at you.

it took you a certain time to take an action again.

"I don't know why but I feel we will have a long time together."

shrugging, he said, "I hope. I - I really liked you."

you gave him your right hand, "meet again?"

he nodded, smiling, he held your hand, making his warmth flow from his hand to yours, "yngvi."

you smiled too, "y/n."

and with that, something that will last between you for eternity has begin.

the end.

thanks for reading! <3

prior to that nsfw tyr/odin ramble would u care to write an nsfw drabble dedicated to that ??? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ size diff and all,, morally ambious;;; probably in odin's pov.. pretty please 🙏🙏🙏

delusions

pairing: odin!tyr x gn!reader

description: odin’s been noticing how touchy you’ve been towards him ever since he was ‘rescued’ from svartalfheim, makes sense as you were tyr’s partner. he knows he shouldn’t indulge and politely turn down your advances, but you just look so good, he can’t resist.

warnings/tags: nsfw, odin!tyr, odin’s a bastard, could be seen as dub-con/non-con since you believe odin is really tyr, manipulation, bruises, size difference, biting, based off this post

note: thank you for your request! this is my first god of war work on this blog and i’m pretty satisfied with it. i didn’t write full on sex, but if you want to see that maybe i could write an extended version? lmk! when i posted that odin/tyr ramble i didn’t expect anyone to agree with me, so imagine my surprise when i saw fellow odin fuckers show up 😭 i did struggle a bit with keeping the pov strictly odin, so i did what i could. anyway, thank you again and i hope you enjoy this! i had fun writing it :)

everyone was finishing the last of their dinner when your voice spoke out above the common bickering between brok and sindri. “tyr, could i speak with you in private? that is if you are not required elsewhere.” odin’s temporary golden eyes rose from his empty bowl to lock with your gaze, watching as you expectantly glanced over at kratos.

“no. do as you wish.” said man spoke, his booming voice earning a small smile of thanks before you rose from your wooden chair. “of course, beloved. what do you need?” his much larger hand reached out to slip into yours and he let you gently drag him towards your room that sindri so generously allowed you to use. “i’d like to do this in my room, if that’s alright?” you didn’t wait for a response as you both entered the room. ‘rude’, odin thought. there was a moment of awkward silence before you both took a seat beside each other on the bed far too small to fit someone of tyr’s size.

it didn’t take long for you to initiate the conversation, turning to the side and placing your other hand on the back of odin’s. “i don’t want to sound.. insensitive, when i say this.” your voice stayed smooth, but odin could tell something was bothering you enough for you to not want to say it. which by the way, annoyed him to absolutely no end. he can add this to his never ending list of cons from his experience as ‘tyr’. with a sigh, odin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “whatever you have to say, i know you mean no harm.” he smiled, “take your time.”

his own words made him want to roll his eyes. time was modest, and he didn’t want to waste his on this moment. though he knew his dear son would waste away to nothing if it was for you. so that’s what he’ll do.. for the mean time, that is.

you brought odin’s hand up to your mouth to press a kiss onto it, holding it to rest lightly on your lips as you thought of your next words. “i know it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and there are more important things we need to be worrying about at the moment..” you began to trail off, rambling on and finding words to circle your point. odin sighed and removed his oversized hand from yours, instead placing both of them on either side of your head, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “forgive me for interrupting, but i worry for you. tell me what’s on your mind, let me help.” odin couldn’t help but let himself admire the look on your face. your eyes, slightly wider than usual and your cheeks warm against his foreign palms. he wouldn’t deny your beauty, never has. as much as he hates to admit, one of the very rare things he’s remotely jealous of, was you and how he could never have you.

“okay. okay, i’m sorry.” you closed your eyes and swallowed, holding onto odin’s wrists. “i would like for us to indulge in a little normalcy like once before, spend the night in each others embrace.” eyes locked on odin’s, straying occasionally to observe the face of the lofty god.

‘oh?... oh.’

“oh.. well,” odin began, clearing his throat and surprisingly finding himself stumped. his first instinct was to push you away from him and excuse himself from the room. the look on your face is ultimately what got him. the pure hope mixed with slight embarrassment had his blood boiling in all the right- no, wrong places. this is the last thing odin should be worried about. yet here he is, mind rapidly filling with images of you beneath him, his hands squeezing and groping your body and skin rubbing against skin.

he could feel tyr’s skin heating up, sweat collecting on his forehead and his heart pulsing just a bit faster than usual. “yes, yes i.. i would like that.” his words left his mouth faster than his brain could comprehend, but yet he didn’t feel any regret. he knew this was wrong, he also knew that’s why he was even more aroused by it.

that was all it took for odin to take your chin in his hand and shift forward, “are you sure?” your nod came quick and he suppressed a smug grin at your eagerness.

it wasn’t long for the both of you to get undressed, your bare back now pressed against the soft fur of the bed, odin’s mouth and hands traveling across your neck and torso. getting lost in the moment, he began to squeeze the meat of your thighs and couldn’t help but nip at them, surely creating a few bruises. a squeal of surprise came from your throat and you gazed down at him, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. “tyr- you’ve never done that before,” odin tensed as if he got too carried away, but the sight of your overly reactive and excited body eased his worries. “please, do it again.” your request immediately clouded his brain, just as the sensation of a new bite clouded yours.

maybe he could get used to this after all.

Copyright © [2023] by [rohansregret]

My thoughts on Iron Flame!

***MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET***

What I liked:

*I really respected Violet for sticking to her convictions with Xaden, she knew what she needed for her to have a successful relationship with him and she wasn’t willing to compromise on that.

*I KNEW DAIN WASN’T GOING TO BE AN ANTAGONIST FOREVER. I’m very glad of this because I’m so tired of the guy best-friend turned antagonist trope. I’m glad to see aspects of Violet and Dain’s friendship returning/ reforging into something that can grow healthier with time.

*All the secondary characters have my heart and soul. Rhiannon especially, justice for my girl because she was so patient and such a good friend when she had every right to be upset with Violet for shutting her out.

*I really liked Sloane! I wish we had more time with her and I’m hopeful to see more of her in the next books.

*Tairn just makes this series for me. I adore that dragon. The sass was as strong as ever. My favorite exasperated dragon dad. This only reaffirms my statement that he’s just dragon Kratos

*ANDARNA!! What a sweet baby, she just wants to be like Tairn. He may not have sired her but that’s her dad right there. I saw it coming but I thought it was so cool that she’s the 7th dragon breed. I can’t wait to see the signet that manifests.

*I loved learning more about the lands outside of Navarre, the culture behind Tyrrendor was especially fascinating.

*The main characters are young adults and they FEEL like young adults!! (I know this will contradict with a critique kinda but hear me out). They have to grow up quicker than most and make decisions no one should ever have to make but there are the moments that remind you just how young they are that just smack you in the face and I love it.

*The spice in this was much stronger than the first which I was a big fan of. Overall much more descriptive which made for a more pleasant read IMO.

What I didn’t like:

*The pacing in this book felt really rushed when compared to the first. I understand the need to convey some urgency but it made the story feel hastily put together.

*Tying into the above point, for how rushed the story was there was a lot of information crammed in. It felt like I was reading two books put into one. I wish there had been a bit more time spent on certain parts, especially with establishing the connections between characters.

*I love Violet but damn that girl cannot make up her mind! I love angst as much as the next reader but I do wish some of her lamenting over communication issues with all the other characters could’ve been cut down. It began to feel really frustrating after a while and like the time could’ve been spent re-establishing the bonds of the characters.

*I’ll be honest, I hate the miscommunication trope. In all its forms (this counts since they’re keeping secrets from one another). It can be a really handy literary tool but sometimes (including this time) it feels overused and like an easy way to create tension. There’s a way to handle the trope effectively, the first half of the book proved that but after that it just felt like a placeholder for not exposing important info right away. They’re in the middle of a revolution! There will be things that won’t be communicated right away, that’s more than enough of a reason!

Final Thoughts:

Overall I really enjoyed this book! The characters still feel true to their established characterization from the first book but you can see their growth and where they could wind up in the future. This book felt a lot less self contained than the first which was a smart move that helped it stay away from the dreaded “second book syndrome”. There was solid movement and change that felt like it mattered. I definitely have my qualms with the writing but it didn’t break my immersion and I still felt very invested in the story Rebecca Yarros was telling. It felt both like an ending and a beginning in the best way possible and I’m really looking forward to where the story will take us next!

Heimdall x Kratos x Freyr

!!NSFW!!

Warnings: drug use, hair pulling, threesomes, edging, begging, praise, inappropriate use of Freyr’s status as Lord

Notes: I haven’t written in a long while, and I don’t proof read. I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you enjoy!

Freyr had invited Kratos and Heimdall back to his camp, the three were the only ones there, and Freyr planned to enjoy his time. He was lounging against a tree, smoking a cocktail of various vanir herbs out of a pipe he carved from deer antler. He soon stood and almost dropped right as he stood, but stabilized himself and walked to where his guests were resting near the fire, sitting on a log.

“Care to join me?” Freyr asked, holding the pipe out to Heimdall, a small string of smoke coming off of it. Heimdall glanced at Kratos, silently asking for permission, and Kratos rewarded a nod of approval.

Heimdall took the pipe from Freyr, holding it to his mouth and breathing it in. He held it for a moment before coughing, and Freyr gave a light chuckle. After Heimdall collected himself he took another hit, holding it for a little longer than last time, and coughing a little less. He passed the pipe to Kratos, and he took a large hit with no issue, slowly letting the smoke pour out of his mouth.

Freyr hadn’t noticed he was staring, but the way Kratos looked breathing the smoke stirred something deep within him. He watched as Kratos looked him in the eyes, taking another hit, then leaning to hand him back his pipe.

“Are you ok?” Kratos asked Freyr with smoke filled breath.

Freyr cleared his throat, choosing to ignore the question. He turned to Heimdall, noticing the herbs probably just hit him.

“Are you ok?” Freyr asked Heimdall, resting a hand on his knee. Heimdall looked at Freyr, being startled out of a good stare.

“I-I’m fine, yes.” He replied slowly, clearly very high.

It was about this time when Kratos started to feel it, and he forgot how much he missed this feeling. He scooted down so he was sitting on the group, and leaning against the log, and just stared into the fire, enjoying the glow and the way it flickered and swayed.

“I think he’s onto something!” Freyr laughed, sliding down to the ground as well, and Heimdall soon followed. He looked to either side of him, just to remind himself who he was with, seeing Freyr to his left and Kratos to his right. He scooted closer to Kratos so he could lean on him, reaching out for Freyr to join them.

Freyr gave a light laugh, and scooted over, cuddling up to Heimdall and Kratos. His head was flooded with thoughts of the things they could do, especially considering the three are alone in the camp right now, and will be alone for a while. He turned, and rested a hand on the upper part of Krato’s inner thigh, squeezing a little. Freyr felt Kratos’ leg tense lightly in response, and he quickly felt Heimdall lightly run a hand down his own chest.

“Careful.” Kratos warned Freyr, despite spreading his legs a little bit more.

Freyr picked the pipe back up again, lighting a twig in the fire to relight the pipe, he took a long drag and passed it to Heimdall who followed suit, then to Kratos who took a long drag as well. Then it was back to Freyr, and he set it down on the log.

He turned around to rest between Heimdall’s legs, he ran his hands up Heim’s flanks, leaning in to kiss his neck. Kratos sat and watch his lover getting peppered in kisses by their friend, licking his lips as Freyr sucked a hickie into Heimdall’s neck, caused him to let out a faint moan.

Kratos shifted a little, and started to kiss the other side of Heimdall’s neck, soon grabbing his hair and pulling a bit to turn his head so he could kiss Heimdall, in a sloppy, drug fueled kiss.

Freyr pulled back to admire his handy work, running his fingers over the deep purple marks on Heimdall’s neck. Kratos took the opportunity to move Heimdall over, and pull Freyr to himself. He pushed the god against the log and sat on his lap, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him again.

“The hell you got planned, big guy?” Freyr asked, taking Kratos’ armor off, and lightly struggling to throw it to the other side of the log and out of the way.

Kratos stayed silent, aside from light moans and whines that were partially stifled by the mouth of his lover. The three gods were already fairly hard, but to his own surprise, Kratos was the hardest. Freyr decided to take initiative and get up behind Kratos and run a hand down his front, resting his hand on his very obvious erection.

“Woah,,, I didn’t think those herbs would get to you like this.” Freyr joked, giving a light squeeze, gasping when he felt Kratos twitch and groan in response.

“More.” Kratos huffed in an oddly high tone, the request almost startled Freyr, but he quickly got to work. He worked a bit to get everything undone, but was soon able to slide a hand into Kratos’ pants and run his hand over the shaft.

“Jeez man, you’re huge. You can take this thing Heimdall?” Freyr huffed as he stroked Kratos lightly. Heimdall pushed Kratos back a bit to catch his breath, and Kratos dropped to hide his face in the crook of Heimdall’s neck.

“Do you not know the meaning of more Freyr?” Kratos complained, bucking his hips up into Freyr’s hand. He let out a breathy laugh, and pulled Kratos out of his pants and began to stroke him at a firm and steady pace. When Kratos let out a whiny moan in response Freyr and Heimdall both paused to look at each other, then Freyr stopped stroking Kratos all together.

“What do you want us to do, Kray?” Freyr asked quietly into his ear, but all he got was a moan.

“Heimdall, could you tap into what’s going on up here?” He asked as he tapped on Kratos’ head.

“No, he doesn’t like it.” He replied as he swatted Freyr’s hand away.

“Come on, he clearly can’t talk to us right now.” Freyr added.

“Fine.” Heimdall huffed, as his eyes glowed a faint pink. His face went red after he saw what the god of war was thinking.

“Oh wow…” Heimdall said quietly, looking at Freyr.

“What? What does he want?” Freyr asked, too excited for the answer.

“He uh,,, he wants us to fuck his ass.” Heimdall answered, looking away.

“Like, both of us at once?” Freyr asked, way too eager to partake in the activity. Heimdall nodded and Freyr lit up.

“Oh this is going to be fun for you big boy.” Freyr hummed, patting Kratos’ back.

Freyr started to pull Kratos’ pants to his knees, and Kratos turned to look Freyr in the eyes. They held eye contact as Freyr ran his right hand down Kratos’ back, and rested it on his right buttock. After Kratos gave a nod of approval he turned his head back to the crook of Heimdall’s neck.

Freyr took his other hand and rested two fingers on Heimdall’s lips, waiting for him to open. Heimdall quickly accepted the digits into his mouth, sucking and licking them, whining a little when they’re pulled out sooner than he’d like. Freyr pushed both fingers into Kratos and was shocked by how easily Kratos took the digits.

Kratos gasped, and a small whine left him as he slightly arched his back. After a minute or so of fingering, he added a third finger, feeling Kratos tense around him. Freyr continued to work him open with his fingers, enjoying the small whines and mewls he was getting out of the god.

“Please…” Kratos whined, he wasn’t sure what he was asking for, all he knew was he wanted more.

“You ready?” Freyr asked, just to be sure, and was glad when Kratos nodded. Freyr pulled his fingers out, to push his own pants down to his knees, and pulled the few layers of shirts he had on up a bit. Freyr spit onto his dick and rubbed it over himself a bit, then lined up, and slid into Kratos with ease.

Kratos was already whining, and rolling his hips against Freyr. He took it as a sign to start moving, he started with slow deep thrusts, enjoying the way Kratos tensed around him with each moan.

“I’m kinda surprised you took me so well, I don’t mean to toot my own horn but I’m a bit bigger than most.” Freyr laughed, as he leaned over Kratos to cup Heimdall’s cheek.

“You’ve been so patient, baby.” Freyr hummed, pulling the blonde in for a kiss, it was gentle and sweet, quite a stark contrast to the current situation.

“Think you’re ready for both of us Kratos?” Freyr asked, and Kratos responded within a second with a nod of approval. Heimdall scooted down a bit as he undid his belt and opened his tunic, pushing his pants down to his mid thighs.

Freyr pushed Kratos up a bit so he could line up Heimdall to Kratos’ hole, he dropped down a little bit letting out quick, shallow breaths as the tip of Heimdall’s dick pushed against his hole. Once the head finally popped in Kratos gasped, and let out a ragged moan.

“Oh,,, oh fuck.” Kratos whined, as more and more of Heimdall’s dick settled inside of him. Both Freyr and Heimdall were moaning at how tight everything was, after Kratos had settled a bit he lifted a little with the intent to ride the two gods, but let out a slightly annoyed whine when Heimdall popped out.

“Fucking hell,,,” Heimdall huffed under his breath as he pushed back into Kratos. He settled down a little lower than before, then started to bounce, he set a quick but shallow pace, whining each time his prostate was hit.

“Give me the pipe.” Kratos growled, turning to Freyr, he hesitated for a moment before passing it to Kratos, watching him take a large hit, then drop the pipe to the ground next to them.

Kratos grabbed Heimdall’s face and opened his mouth with a thumb on his chin, then blew the smoke into his face, Heimdall took a deep breath in, enjoying the tender moment. The moment was cut short by Kratos sitting up so his back was flush with Freyr who held tight to the larger god’s hips, thrusting harshly into him with light growl-like moans falling from his mouth.

Heimdall soon caught the hint and held onto Kratos’ thighs, just below Freyr’s hands, and thrusted up into him in tandem with Freyr’s movements. Kratos’ head fell back as strings of moans, whimpers, and whines left him, the two gods were reducing the god of war into nothing but a brainless fuck toy for the two of them.

Heimdall sat up a bit to lick one of Kratos’ nipples, making him gasp, he rested a hand on Heimdall’s head, grabbing a fist full of hair when he started to lightly suck on the nub. Heimdall moaned at the pulling, and soon moved to the other nipple.

“You’re doing such a good job, Kratos.” Freyr purred as he gave a few particularly hard thrusts, admiring the loud moans he was pulling from Kratos.

Heimdall backed off and took Kratos’ dick into his hand and started to stroke him in time with his thrusts, Kratos quickly devolved into a moaning mess, mixed with pleads and begging for more.

“I’m close.” Kratos huffed out, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. The warning didn’t stop either of the gods, let alone slow them. If anything, Heimdall started to jerk him off faster, kratos’ dick slick with precum. Heimdall ran his thumb over the slit, trying to coax his orgasm out of him a bit quicker, then Freyr joined him, moving a hand to Kratos’ cock, pumping him along with Heimdall.

It was then when it hit Kratos, his vision went blank as he had one of the hardest orgasms he’d had in a long time. He covered Freyr and Heimdall’s hands as well as Heimdall’s chest and stomach in more cum than he thought he could produce.

Kratos sat hunched over holding himself up on the log behind Heimdall, the other two gods’ dicks still inside him, but no long fucking him. Kratos was lightly whimpering, still feeling how full the two gods made him feel.

Freyr pulled out of Kratos with a light gasp, and a low grunt from Kratos, and Heimdall followed.

“Get up on your knees.” Freyr ordered, giving his dick a few light strokes. Freyr looked over to Heimdall and signaled for him to get up with him. Heim lightly stumbled to his feet, standing with Freyr as Kratos worked his way up to his knees.

The god of war sat up on his knees, looking up at his lovers. His eyes were red, and his eyelids were heavy. He was panting hard as he slowly looked back and forth between the two gods before him, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs with a half hard cock between his legs.

“Fuck he’s pretty.” Heimdall huffed, trying to read Freyr’s mind to figure out what he had planned for Kratos now, but concluded he and Freyr were too far gone to figure any of this out.

“You wanna suck us off, big boy?” Freyr asked, putting his hands on his hips. Kratos responded with an enthusiastic nod. He reached out to take Freyr’s dick into his mouth but Freyr caught him and pushed him back.

“Ah ah ah! You need to beg for it, baby.” Freyr purred, crossing his arms. Kratos sighed, looking to the side a bit, not sure about begging, but soon crumbled.

“Please… please my Lord please, l-let me suck your dick.” Kratos whined, looking Freyr in the eyes with his best puppy dog eyes, his cock starting to perk back to life again.

“Oh, that was good.” Heimdall huffed as a bead of precum leaked from his cock.

“Yea it was.” Freyr added, waving Kratos over, and gasping as Kratos didn’t even hesitate to take Freyr’s whole dick down his throat, showing zero sign of a gag reflex.

“Oh fuck, I had no idea you could do that.” Freyr moaned, resting a hand on the back of kratos’ head, lightly fucking his mouth. Kratos took Heimdall’s dick into his hand, jerking him off, looking up at him as he sucked off Freyr. He and Heimdall kept going back and forth with praise, loving the way kratos’ dick twitched each time.

After a couple minutes Kratos pulled off of Freyr and took Heimdall into his mouth, giving him the same treatment he gave Freyr. Kratos started to jerk himself off, lightly moaning around Heimdall’s cock, earning him a few whiny moans from the god of foresight.

“No no no, you let that thing go, you’re not done till I say you’re done.” Freyr barked, lighting kicking Kratos’ knee, chuckling when he heard the other groan around Heimdall’s cock.

“I’m close, Freyr.” Heimdall moaned, looking over to him for what he wanted him to do.

“Cum on his face.” Freyr demands, to which Heimdall responds by pushing Kratos off of him, looking down at him and almost cumming the second he sees Kratos looking up at him like that. He sat with his mouth open, tongue out, and eyes right up to Heimdall’s.

Heimdall moaned as he stroked his cock till he was cumming on Kratos’ face with a high pitched moan, he thought he was going to collapse from the sight of Kratos alone, but Freyr was there to keep him up. Soon Heimdall sat down to watch the rest of this play out, soon picking up the pipe, relighting it and taking another hit.

Freyr grabbed Kratos and pulled him onto his cock, fucking his mouth rough. Kratos had his eyes shut tight, gripping Freyr’s thighs for stability. Soon Freyr was becoming a little unsteady, his orgasm right on his tail.

“Fuck- Kratos I’m about to cum.” He groans seconds before filling kratos’ mouth, and pulling out to put the last bit of his load on kratos’ face. He gave himself a second to regain his composure before pushing Kratos down onto the ground harshly. He watched the god fall down to his back, looking up at the sky for a moment before Freyr settled down onto kratos’ thighs.

“You ready to beg for me?” Freyr hummed as he started to stroke Kratos slowly with one hand, and teasing the slit with the other. Kratos gasped, his back arching up off the ground.

“You’re so hot like this.” Heimdall hummed, running his hands over kratos’ chest, tracing his ribs and muscles. He was responding by arching and lightly wriggling in response to the light touches, he was moaning and gasping, whispering little pleads between breaths.

Freyr’s movements were slow and teasing, it was driving kratos insane, he was close but also nowhere near close enough to actually finish. He kept trying to fuck up into Freyr’s hands to no avail, so he decided to go back to begging, since Freyr did ask for that in the first place.

“Please my Lord, I want to be good for you.” Kratos whined, tears starting to prickle at the corners of his eyes as the slow pace quickly became painful. Freyr knew what he was doing, and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could.

Freyr sped his pace a small bit, watching as kratos got close to his release, then basked in the light sobs he got when he took his hands off of kratos right before he came. Kratos’ begs became more desperate as a few tears started to roll, and Freyr decided Kratos was almost ready to cum.

He grabbed him again, taking him right up to the edge one more time, then letting him go and admiring as Kratos started to lightly cry over the sheer overstimulation of the whole situation. Freyr quickly got back to work, though, working kratos till he came.

Kratos gave a low yell, as he came all over his chest, stomach, and Freyr’s hand. He was shaking as he came down from the high, quickly going soft. Freyr got up and pulled his hands up, leaving to go fetch something to clean them all off with.

“That was fun.” Heimdall hummed, patting kratos on the chest, and kratos nodding in response.

“I got a lot of cum in your beard.” Freyr mumbled, as he crouched down to clean Kratos’ face.

“You could’ve just stayed in my mouth you know.” Kratos added.

“True, but you’re hot when you’re covered in come.” Freyr laughed, shifting to check on Heimdall, who had since fallen asleep; he wasn’t even sure if Heimdall had seen kratos cum. If he didn’t he missed a lot.

Not sure if this is what you meant by the kratos x heimdall scenarios, but this was this first idea that popped into my head.

Y'know how kratos is a man of very few words and his vocab is mostly grunts (faye: am I suppose to decipher your grunting?) And how heimdall has a very... colorful language that is centered around sarcasm and dry humor? What about them two trying to figure out their love languages with each other?

Like, since heimdall has probs never felt what love is and has no idea what it means, he gets super self conscious whenever he hears kratos responding to him with his signature grunts? Even if he can read his mind he still can't really pin if kratos truly likes him.

And with kratos, maybe he doesn't understand heimdall's choice of words and stuff like that.

Idk i kinda rambled lol but thats just what I thought. You def do not have have to listen to me but I thought I'd share 😊

LOVE your writing!!!!

I find this adorable for some reason, so let me just write something for this. Its gonna be short but i might continue it

Consider this as the sequel to Humiliation for Pleasure and Mercy (and it's rewritten version which I will finish later on lmfao)

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As Kratos carries Heimdall back, he stops for a moment. Heimdall was still fairly limp, but still messy. His outfit had a few tears in them, but what worries Kratos is the stains and leftover liquid. He takes out a small rag that he occasionally uses to clean his weaponry and sits down, laying down Heimdall across his lap, almost cradling him. Heimdall felt small in the god of war's arms, it almost felt calming and protective.

He starts to clean the smaller god, getting stains out of his clothes the best he can, and being gentle when it comes to the leftover liquid that was stuck on his skin. Heimdall reddened at how gentle and soft Kratos was being towards him, feeling his hardened, calloused hands glide on his soft skin shot some sort feeling up his spine.

"Why.. Why are you being so soft to me? After everything I've said to you, and about your son.. Why?" Heimdall is curious about Kratos' intentions, so he looks up to him and looks at him in the eyes. Surprisingly, there isn't anything he could see. "Mn." Kratos murmurs. Heimdall seems a little confused with Kratos' response. "..Why?" He asks once more, and Kratos gives the same response, which confuses Heimdall more.

He picks up Heimdall once more after cleaning him up, and he continues onward to meet up with Freyr, Freya, Atreus and the others. "How do you think the others will react? With me being alive?"

"I suppose they will be surprised and shocked."

"What about your son?"

"Perhaps glad."

"Really?"

"Mnm." Kratos grumbles in an agreeing tone. Heimdall processes that for a moment before nodding.

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As they reach nearer and nearer to their destination, where Kratos and the others reside, Heimdall decides to strike up a conversation. ".. Why do you grumble so much?"

"It is apart of the way I converse, I am a man of few words."

"Use so little words, yet uses them wisely. You're an interesting man, Kratos.." Heimdall can't exactly tell if Kratos likes him, or if he just deals with his bullshit, and would kill him if he wanted to. It's confusing him, and he tends to overthink, which makes everything more confusing. It irritates the god of foresight. Heimdall then feels a bit, lightheaded. "..I feel, like I'm going to pass out.. What's happening..? Kratos..—" He attempts to reach out to the god of war out of panic, before his body fully goes limp and ragdoll, him going unconcsious. This was one of the side effects of the medicine that healed Heimdall's wounds from earlier.

Kratos sighs, continuing to traverse further, hoping his companions wouldn't freak out too badly about bringing home an Aesir god.

Lysandra slowly opened her eyes, frowning slightly at the light from the small opening between the curtains. She turned on her side, trying to find shield in the warm body of her husband – just to find his spot now cold and, most of all, empty. She moved her head on his pillow, burying her face on the cloth to breath in the scent of his skin – musky, wild, somehow mixed with earth.

What a silly – she thought – he would have slept again there the following night. Hopefully for a longer period, before his next raid. While she dreaded the day he’d have departed again, she chose to enjoy his presence as much as she could – and in order to do it, she had to get up.

The shawl she normally used in the morning was on a stool nearby, and Lysandra wrapped it on her shoulders, the cold stone under her feet making her shiver. She could hear slight noises from the kitchen, and she surely wasn’t ready for what she saw as soon as she opened the door – Kratos was at the hearth, cooking something sweet – and by the Gods, the smell was amazing. Calliope’s arm was wrapped over his one, while her head  was resting against his shoulder.

Never in her dreams she’d have thought of seeing something like that – and she didn’t dare to interrupt what for her was a wish came true right in front of her eyes. So she stayed there, on the doorstep, filling her eyes with the vision of her husband that was preparing breakfast with their daughter in his arms.

«I know you are there, Lysandra.» his voice was low and husky, and he slightly turned his head in her direction.

She sighed, slowly walking over them, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades and circling his waist with an arm.

«I didn’t want to interrupt.» she murmured, welcoming his lips when Kratos bent over to kiss her «What are you up to?».

«Calliope wanted to surprise you.» he explained, flipping one of the teganitais on the burning plate. He was careful in moving as less as possible, since said child felt asleep a little before «She woke up too early.»

«I know.»

Lysandra didn’t have heart to tell him that for days, after his departure, Calliope had waken up in the middle of the night, or almost at dawn, in hope to see her father coming back home. Or about how much she had cried, to the point of falling asleep, exhausted, on her mother’s lap. She was so scared of never seeing him again. Of the fact that maybe her daddy didn’t love her at all, if he preferred to stay away from them for so long – leaving without even saying goodbye.

Lysandra thought of telling him what their daughter thought about that situation – but it would have ruined the mood. They were together. Enjoying some peace, the three of them, in the comfort of their small home.

«Care to take her for a moment?» Kratos turned toward her, carefully moving Calliope from his left side to the right one. He didn’t want to wake her up, nor putting her back to bed - chance given and beside his duties, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with his family.

Lysandra gently took her in her arms, going to sit and placing her on her lap, wrapping the shawl on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Kratos placed the plates in front of her – with the freshly cooked teganitais, and a smaller cup with honey.

«Well, if this isn’t a very lovely surprise…» she smiled, breathing in the sweet smell «Thanks, my love.»

«I have been just the arm.» he chuckled, cutting a piece and slightly dunking it in the honey. He waited until it stopped dripping, before extending the fork toward Lysandra’s lips and flicking his chin pointing at the sleeping child «The mastermind is right there.»

«Still, it has been nice of you.» she replied, biting the soft pancake. She hummed in appreciation, closing her eyes «And these are even more delicious than what I remembered.»

I keep writing pieces of fanfics LMAO. Follow up of THIS because Lysandra and Calliope deserve more fluffyness with Kratos. Maybe I'll write a longer and complete version in the next days, who knows.

As usual, feedbacks are pretty much appreciated :D

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Characters/Relationships: Kratos Aurion, Anna Irving, Kratos/Anna, Kranna

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: T

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Smut

Word Count: 1854

Mirror Link: AO3 | Pixiv

Summary: On a quiet night spent reading in front of a warm fireplace, Kratos comes to the realization that he needs to be more assertive in initiating and showing his affection towards Anna. He also considers whether it’s time for him to make the next move in their rapidly growing relationship. The following morning, after a moment that occurred the night before between them that left her both pleasantly surprised and completely speechless, he decides to make that next move, and seal their relationship with the promise of forever.

Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by this art! I also wrote this fic in celebration of the 5th anniversary of this collection which just so happens to be today! The art in the first link is also found in this collection, and it’s probably one of my favorite pieces from that collection. The title of this fic is taken from the translated caption for the piece in the first link, which translates to close/near. As most of you probably already know, this artist has really inspired me over the last five years when it comes to writing and just in general, and I just wanted to write a little something special in celebration of them, this collection, and this day that started it all for me. 

Also, this is going to be my last fic for this year. My Good Couple Day fic took more out of me than I thought it would, so I think I need to take a little bit of a break (again) from writing. I’m also going to be participating as a contributor to the TOS Remaster Countdown event, so my focus is going to be on writing my fic for that over the next six weeks or so (after my short week off from writing anything, of course). Anyway, hope you all enjoy this one!

         The flames of the fireplace cast a warm and inviting light across the living room of a tiny but cozy cabin situated in the middle of a forest. It was a cold night in late November, and Kratos and Anna were sat across from each other on matching leather upholstered plush chairs in front of the fireplace. Situated between the two, sat a plush sofa upholstered in the same leather as the chairs. Kratos was reading a small stack of papers while Anna was reading a new book she had bought recently. He glanced over at her as she became completely engrossed in the book she was reading, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his head.

           Kratos had never considered himself to be the most affectionate man, and that was especially true despite his relationship with her blossoming from something platonic, to romantic over the last year. She was always the one to initiate any sort of affection, whether it was a kiss, a hug, or holding hands. He knew he needed to do more, since he felt more comfortable showing his love for her than saying it, he just wasn’t sure how to go about it without looking like he was initiating his affection out of some sort of obligation to her.

           So as he shifted his gaze back toward the papers he held in his hands, he thought about the burgundy hued velvet covered ring box he had placed on the nightstand in their bedroom earlier that day. Their relationship had also become more intimate over the last few months since they started sharing a bed and sleeping together. And much to his surprise, he felt more comfortable initiating those intimate moments than she did. Now he felt the time was right to take that next step and propose to her, and that perhaps on this night as they both sat quietly in front of the fireplace, reading their chosen books and papers for some light entertainment, the stage would be set for him to make the next move.

           Meanwhile, Anna glanced over from the novel she was reading at Kratos, noticing how deep in thought he was while his eyes skimmed over the first page of the papers he was holding in his hands. She could tell that something was on his mind, though judging from the look on his face, it was probably something she shouldn’t be concerned with. After gazing at his exposed shoulders and his shoulder pad cape draped over the back of the chair for a few moments, she looked up at the clock on the wall above the mantle of the fireplace. It was almost 11pm, and she let out a soft, tired sigh as she realized how late it was.

           Kratos was slightly startled out of his deep ruminations at the sound of her closing the novel she was reading and letting out a soft yawn. She stood up from her chair and stretched her arms and legs before putting her book down on her seat.

           “We should probably head to bed soon, Kratos. It’s almost eleven.” Anna said as she took a few steps toward where he was still sitting.

           “Wait, Anna…” He spoke calmly despite being slightly nervous with what he was about to do, as he stood up from his chair and placed the stack of papers he was reading on his chair before meeting her halfway.

           She gave him a puzzled look, and before she could react, he wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, his hand pressed against the small of her back, near the hem of her pale pink hued tunic that draped over the fabric of her beige hued slacks, while his left hand reached up to rest on the upper part of her back just below her neck. Her eyes grew wide in complete shock as she looked up and into his intense and determined eyes, a deep pink flush permeating her cheeks while her hands were pressed against his chest. His intense gaze held hers as he searched for any sign of aversion or reluctance in her eyes and face. When he found none, he leaned his head down and their lips met in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

           He deepened the kiss as she let out a soft whimper of approval, her fingers curling and digging into the thin, taut fabric of his vest, their tongues intertwining. The couple had only ever been this close to each other while kissing whenever they were in the bedroom, either before making love, or while making love. She was relieved, and let out a soft, blissful sigh against his lips, that he was finally showing some assertiveness in initiating or showing affection towards her outside of the bedroom. But just as soon as the passionate kiss had begun, so too it had to end, with his lips slowly parting from hers.

           Kratos briefly looked down at her, and gave her a small but gentle smile before he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, his lips planting a soft kiss against her temple.

           “I love you, Anna, my dear…” He spoke, in a volume just barely above a whisper, into her ear.

           Before she could respond in any way, he released her from his embrace and took a few steps away from her, holding one of her hands in his. She was at a loss for words, and let out a soft gasp when he brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand before letting go. He walked past her and around the sofa and chairs as he made his way out of the living room, looking back at her for a brief moment to make one last statement.

           “I’ll see you in bed soon, my dear…” Kratos said, giving her his trademark smirk before heading out of the living room and into the hallway.

           Anna could only stand there with her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process everything that just happened between them. Her blush increased tenfold, and she rubbed her face with her hands as she realized the implications behind the last sentence he had said to her. She turned toward the bucket of water near the fireplace, trying to quell her rapidly beating heart and all of the thoughts that were currently swirling about in her head. After throwing the bucket of water onto the fire and then placing the now empty bucket back in its place, she made her way out of the living room and down the hallway towards their bedroom.

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           The next morning Kratos found himself with his face buried into the nape of her neck. He smiled as he began to pepper gentle kisses against her soft skin in hopes of waking her.

           “Wake up, my dear…” Kratos murmured in between kisses against her neck.

           Anna began to stir slightly in his arms, placing her hand on his hand and forearm that was wrapped around her waist.

           “Mmm… I’m awake… Is everything all right, Kratos?” She asked sleepily.

           “Yes, my dear… I simply forgot to ask you something last night.” He replied, his lips trailing languid kisses back up the column of her neck.

           “Well, you really did a number on me last night.” Anna spoke as she giggled, “I fell asleep almost immediately after we started cuddling. What was it that you were going to ask me?”

           Kratos let out a contented sigh against her ear, “Marry me, Anna…”

           Her eyes grew wide momentarily before she let out another giggle, “That’s not a question, Kratos!”

           He sighed as he sat up and reached over her to grab the velvet covered box from off the nightstand that was placed on her side of the bed. She turned her body until she was laying on her back, and he was hovered over her.

           “Then here,” He said as he opened up the box that held a simple, platinum engagement band inside, “Will you marry me, Anna, my dear?”

           She covered her mouth with both hands as she let out a soft gasp and fervently nodded her head.

           He continued, “I know this isn’t the most romantic way to propose, but last night I realized that I couldn’t spend one more day without asking you to marry me. To stay with me and by my side, always and forever… Please say you’ll marry me, my dear.”

           Tears began to well up in her eyes as she glanced from ring in the box to the gentle yet nervous smile he was now wearing on his face as he silently looked down at her and into her eyes.

           “Yes!” Anna cried out as she reached up with both hands to gently cup his face, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Kratos!”

           She brought his head down until their foreheads were touching. He kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When they parted moments later, she gently caressed his neck before cupping his face again.

           “I love you, Kratos.” Anna spoke as their foreheads touched again.

           “I love you too, my dear…” Kratos stated, closing his eyes for a brief moment before leaning in to kiss her softly and chastely.

           She wrapped her arms around his neck again and gently pulled him into a warm embrace. He kissed her cheek before leaving another trail of kisses down the column of her neck, then nuzzling his face into her nape. Her lips found his temple as the two held each other close for a time. When he pulled back, she silently offered him her left hand, and he took out the ring from its box and gently slid it onto her ring finger.

           Anna reached out her left hand, letting the morning light that beamed through the window catch onto the ring, causing it to shimmer and shine as she gazed upon it.

           “It’s perfect, Kratos! I love it!” She exclaimed, shifting her gaze back toward his.

           He closed the velvet covered ring box and placed it back on the nightstand before rolling over onto his back. She snuggled up against his bare chest while he leaned in to plant a kiss on the crown of her head.

           “I’m glad you like it, my dear.” Kratos spoke as he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist.

           “When should we get married?” Anna asked, tilting her head to look up at him.

           “I’ll leave that up to you, my dear.” He answered, tilting his head down to meet her slightly quizzical gaze.

           “I think we should get married sometime next Spring. Maybe shortly after my birthday…” She said, her fingers now tracing random patterns upon his chest.

           Kratos yawned softly before planting another kiss on the top of her head, choosing not to respond this time. Anna snuggled up against his chest again, and soon the newly engaged couple fell into a deep slumber, hoping to get a couple more hours of sleep before taking on the new day, and with it, this new chapter of their relationship.

i’m just a girl who loves video games

hello!!!!

i feel like Magnolia summed up what we are doing pretty well, god bless, but fitting in with the genre of Magnolia’s post i might just ramble about video games. i love video games. i’m watching a video game play through as i type this actually (jacksepticeye i love u) and two games in particular have taken over my attention at the moment, well 3 but we’ll get there.

i was going to talk about my week, but i don’t wanna have my first post be negative u know? not that it’s been the worst week of all time but it’s definitely not the best. too many uncertainties in my life atm. also it’s too cold.

anyway, video games!! i recently moved our old tv and my games consoles into my bedroom, never had a tv in my room before which is hilarious considering my age. but, i wanted to be able to play more this year and not be in anyone’s way so i’ve been very comfortably screaming at my tv from my bed as i try not to die.

the first game i played this year which i have been waiting for for months is

God of War: Ragnarok

i played the first one on recommendation from a boy (ew) and fucking LOVED it. i blasted through it so fast and wanted to get ragnarok immediately but unfortunately, i am poor. i got it for christmas however and couldn’t start it as soon as i wanted bc i had to work but once i did boy let me TELL YOU IT’S SOOOOOO GOOOOOD. i am not good at video games really, i struggle to remember combos and to use my shield and to dodge and basically just button smash until the enemy or i die. works better than u would expect tbh even if literally everyone judges me for it. i am good with a bow and arrow though and my aim has gotten so much better since i’ve been playing fortnite (shut up.) so obviously i’m playing give me story. of course i’m playing give me story have i ever played a video game on anything other than easy mode. i did find out that i was wearing a bad armour set just last night tho, so hopefully i find it a little easier to fight shit now, guess we’ll see. but fuck me is it good. obviously no spoilers but shits heating up atm and i’m really genuinely scared about where the story is going to go. i’m worried kratos is going to die but he’s immortal! he’ll be fine! but i don’t trustn anyone or the game or anything anyone says to me ever bc WHY would they make such a point of fate and prophecy if it’s not going to happen???? mega stress but 10/10 what a beautiful game! my screenshots on my playstation is mostly just the scenery at this point bc wowowowowow.

so you would think the other game i’m playing is chill and nice and something i can relax whilst playing right?

WRONG!

Disco Elysium

stress.

so much stress.

i’m laughing but the stress that is coarsing through my veins is as thick as lava and i’m struggling to breathe as i try desperately to pick between 3 options with awful dialogue that will most definitely end up with me in the shit or a slave to capitalism in game as well as in real life which really isn’t ideal.

i got a achievement for being the ‘most apologetic cop’ the other day, i think that perfectly sums up how i’m playing. i just want to help but that seems to be LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DO. i really love choice based games but this one is on a level of intense and confusing that i’ve never seen. it’s a masterpiece. every line of dialogue is beautiful and hilarious and insane and the world building is incredible and lieutenant kim kitsuragi is the love of my life. i have no idea what’s truly going on with harry, like i literally cannot work it out and i also don’t know who committed the murder, i thought i did and then i fucked up so SO badly that i had to quit the game and go calm down bc i was so mad at myself. like, literally fuming. i could never be a police officer.

i finished the game in between me first writing this and finally posting and again, i won’t say much bc spoilers but i cried and haven’t stopped thinking about it since. i’ve added about 40 video essays to watch and will definitely be playing it again and going down a different path (basically trying to be less of a wet blanket.)

everyone should play this game, it’s genuinely one of the most incredible games i’ve ever played. the hyperfixation is brewing and if u see me deep in the harry/kim tag on ao3 in about a week no u didn’t!

i’ve also been playing

Star Wars Battlefront 2

for some reason.

we know the reason. same reason i started playing fortnite. no more explanation needed.

i’m very bad at it. mostly bc idk what’s going on and the man i am playing it with is not very good at explaining things in a way that makes sense to me so i just kinda run around and try not to die. but then you need to die to be able to get better characters? such a weird mechanic. it’s very pretty though and i’m on a star wars hype atm so i am enjoying myself but i like fortnite more. i actually kinda love fortnite, don’t tell anyone.

my biggest complaint is that i don’t just get to use a cool character straight away like i don’t want to be a stormtrooper i want to be kylo ren what do u mean i don’t have enough points??? wild.

also an honorary shout out to undertake/deltarune, i’ve been rewatching dan and phil and jacksepticeye play them bc i’m hoping for new deltarune this year but no pressure toby pls take ur time i’ll wait forever if i have to.

i’m not sure what new games are out this year otherwise, i’ve got to finish assasins creed odyssey after god of war and i keep being bugged to play red dead redemption 2 which i probably will after AC. i think the new concernedape game comes out this year, which i will definitely be playing bc stardew valley is one of my fave games ever. it’ll be nice to play something gentle for once, i’m glad i got into more ‘serious’ games over the last year or so but i do miss my cosy games, i feel like i’ve abandoned them.

anyway, i think i’ve talked enough. one honorary shout out to kieran culkin for all his award wins! that’s my boy!

big love to my girlies, this has been so fun i’m excited for next weeks!

mwah mwah,

eucalyptus

Nepenthe

(n.) something that makes you forget grief or suffering.

Pairing: Týr x Goddess!Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS!!!, some angst, comfort with fluff, we love a caring Týr, implied depression, attempt at humor, Heimdall is an asshole, reader is the Greek Goddess of Time and Remembrance, mentions of incest, sweet moment with Kratos because he needs it.

Author’s Note: I just really wanted to write Týr cause I love this peaceful god, he deserved so much more. Also yeah, Kratos and reader are family, well... As much as the Greek pantheon can be called a family, because it’s all a fucking mess.

I constantly think of my mistake, a mistake that looked so innocent at first view one would laugh if they weren't in my place, trapped in a prison with no chance of ever escaping, and missing laying on the grass feeling the rain on my skin, the freezing snow, or the sun rays that once brought me warmth. Now... Now those memories are a curse in my mind, perhaps years have passed since I stepped into this realm looking for shelter, and my worries went to Kratos. Had he survived Zeus? There's only a small chance we even stumbled into the same land.

At that point I was found by the All-Father Odin, I was at my lowest, and because he gave such a heinous aura I opposed following him to Asgard, I was foolish and weak, and in no less than five seconds I was transported to Niflheim by none other than Heimdall, the damned God of Foresight, and the Aesir who possesses the resounding horn Gjallarhorn. I was not a stranger to the future of Asgard and the rest, and the fear of captivity increased significantly, Ragnarök would be the reason that I would spend eternity here and I didn't dare look into my future. I promised father I would live with no regrets no matter my position... I couldn't keep it...

With my constant sobbing came the voice of a man from the prison beside mine. "Do not cry, keep calm and your thoughts bright. Distract yourself, reflect as much as you can, and if you need somebody to speak, I will gladly indulge." For the first time since my father, I believed to have been blessed with a person with a truly good heart, and maybe the first few conversations were a tad uncomfortable, but as time passed every word spoken meant so much more. "If you wouldn't mind, would you tell me your name?" I once inquired many moons ago, and I heard a low chuckle coming from his cell. "Would the lady oblige me first?"

We never told our names, was it for safety or just being playful? I do not know, yet I preferred it this way a hundred times than knowing every single detail and losing him to Odin, or whoever entered Niflheim to kill us.

Being the incarnation of Time had its perks, but the imminent, foggy visions of the future and memories were not one of them, some nights I would wake up shaking and missing the sweet embrace of my nine young sisters. "Are you alright?" He would always question, not once sounding troubled, how can he know that his calmness helps me to remain at ease? I might never know. "Yes, just... I miss home..." I laid once again on the small amount of haycock, my eyes staring at the ceiling as I recall the day one of my sisters almost destroyed their roof with her magic, that was probably the last time I laughed.

"Do you have a family?"

"Mother and sisters, however... I lost communication with them long before being held here. How about you?" Genuinely curious, I never ceased my questions as long as he doesn't, and he is equally curious. It amuses me greatly. "A father, brothers... I wonder if they are well when my thoughts scatter." He started, pausing for a few seconds. "On occasions, I recollect the disagreements we've had, and I feel guilt for being unable of carrying out things differently." My brows furrowed unconsciously, silently stepping closer to the edge of the cell. "I believe you have done what you could. I learned time heals the wounds you choose, and there's no point in pondering about your past..."

He hummed, hearing his steps getting closer to the wall that separated us. Somehow, it is as if his back is touching mine, I feel him so close but so far away... "I remember long ago before the Aesirs destroyed the peace, the harmony once flourished in Vanaheim. Humans, dwarves, elves, giants, spirits and gods would gather for trade and travel. I would have hoped for you to live that era, instead." A smile crossed my lips, resting my head on the cold wall. "Thank you, and me too. I'm jealous of the lands that live through infinite peace..." If there's something to acknowledge after years incarcerated, is that both of us were beginning to crack and confide in each other. There were no days in which I wouldn't hear him, and we asked for stories of our lands, memories of long lost familiars, and sometimes our travels, never mentioning names. Whoever this man is, he truly fascinates me beyond belief, even more so than the Ghost of Sparta.

My eyes widened for a hot second and concern rose in my chest anew. For the love that Aphrodite bestowed upon me, I wish Kratos is alive and well, that his anger no longer consumes him and that he found some sort of happiness through all the pain he didn't deserve.

"Lady?" I heard the man calling for me gently.

"Y-Yes?"

"I was... Preoccupied. It's the fourth time I call for you." He can't see me, but I cleaned the tears from my cheeks and tried my best not to sound dejected. "Forgive me, I was distracted." It's not a lie, if it's the fourth time he calls, then my mind must've been lost in the thought of an old acquaintance, Kratos is my blood, but we didn't put much thought into that as we made our path to execute Zeus.

"There's nothing to forgive. May I ask, what has you so sorrowful?" How does he--?

"I know your voice breaks when your emotions are strong." I realized too late my cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and I stood close to the window in hopes the cold air would unwind me. The lord in the cell beside me has no idea how ashamed he made me feel. "All I do is cry and remember old memories of happier times, you have aided my need of forgetting my grief, and I have done nothing to help you..." I muttered, suppressing my desire of letting out the remaining pain from my body, I want to feel him closer, but knowing it to be impossible. "You have done more than you think." He uttered. A little closer and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, perhaps I could touch him, from the corner of my eye I could see his hand, and they were slightly bigger than I imagined.

"Will you tell me the story of when you visited the great pyramids, again...?"

I swallowed the impolite question, and I hoped he didn't think wrong of me.

"Of course, for as long as you want. Ask and I shall give."

We are nothing but mere prisoners living however we can, if he doesn't die of old age, he will of the rising cold...

And years passed with certainty, I never aged, or if I did the shattered glass showed no change in my appearance whatsoever, my hair grew longer, and my yearning for freedom vanished. Ragnarök was here, and suddenly I was no longer concerned about my fate, something I had told my friend, who didn't share my view. "That decision cannot be what truly wanders in your mind, don't tell me you have stopped caring for yourself...!" His voice was as gentle as always, but there was a hint of heaviness I never heard. He was disheartened and I had done that to him, his disappointment might be immeasurable, but for the first time, I didn't care. "I beg of you, speak to me." I didn't answer, I stared at the wall between us and my hand is placed there unconsciously while I smiled.

"You are not mortal, are you...?" I asked.

There was silence for long enough, and I heard him sigh heavily. "I'm not, and neither are you." I chuckled with him. For some time we both knew the other was immortal, we just didn't want to admit it in case the other was a spy of Odin, keeping an eye out for his prisoner. "I'm aware this is selfish of me, but please, don't go where I can't follow." He said. I breathed out in relief, a tear flowing down my cheek. I don't want to fall into the hands of darkness, and I've struggled to remain with my soul on this earth, fully conscious only of the thought of my father, sisters and the one man that has been here for everything I necessitated. "I won't go anywhere..."

It's not selfish of him, I'm the egotistic one.

On a particularly cold night, I was incapable of sleeping no matter how long I shut my eyes, so I would draw in the snow that fell from the window in wistful hope that I would gain sleep, yet I quickly grew bored of the activity. I hadn't realized how big the prison was until I paced non-stop. "You repeatedly avoid speaking when you have worries." I was startled, not expecting him to be awake. "I thought you were resting, I didn't want to disturb." I started, shrugging my shoulders in shame. "We... We've never seen each other and you already carved my bad habits."

"I am also fond of the way you're eager to know about my travels. A curious and unprejudiced mind, stunningly kind as well." I smiled softly and pushed some hay to the corner before laying as comfortably as I could, listening to him. "Why did Odin put you here?" Ah, the question, one not even I had done to him but that I had no problem in sharing, I suppose. "He found me wandering with no destination. And he saw within me something he required for his plans, and I refused... I couldn't react fast enough to dodge the owner of the Gjallarhorn, he imprisoned me with cruel words. You heard him..."

"I did." The man said with a half-disheartened tone. "Do not believe what he said."

I let out a giggle, my breathing quickens and my heart beats so loudly I swear he could hear it. "You don't know how I look, for all one knows he could be saying the truth."

"But do I need to mind about your appearance?" I stay silent at his response, and he doesn't wait for me to reply. "The love you hold inside is what matters, and you have shown me you carry it with pride." My face wears a hard look and a clenched jaw, I didn't need to look at my reflection to know how much I despise that side of me. Many people had suffered horrible fates because of my visions, and if my love is as immense as he says... "You are... Stop being so tender with me..." Why am I the only one that can't accept it?

"That is the only request I will ignore." He doesn't know how many moons I dream of breaking free, how I would love to see his face, actually see him for who he is and never let go of him, never forget him. All of this without knowing his name. "Don't implore me to stop, not when it regards you."  Despite the years, my heart was still open to any kind of emotion. I couldn't help but think about my sisters when each of them married in the old days, they had the opportunity to fall in love, and to choose what to do with that sensation in their lives. Is this how they felt? I would have never thought it would be so sweet. "Perhaps I... I don't want this to come to a stop, either..."

There is an odd tension between us, one that has never occurred, but as always, his words bring me peace. "I'm glad. I am... Believe me." He sounded relieved, and it warmed my heart with an intense fire as he spoke once more. "You need sleep, you have gone too many nights without it."

"At least tell me you will try too. Don't stay awake because of me."

"I won't, my love. Sweet dreams."

I contemplated staying awake just to hear him whisper his usual account of the years he's been here, yet I have lost so much sleep I feel completely exhausted, and I was swallowed by joyful dreams... Only to be awakened by a loud disturbance inside our prison hours later, I could hear screams and weapons clashing in the upper tiers, one of the two, either Odin is coming to kill us, or someone brave enough has come to this place without the All-Father's awareness. "If something happens, run as far as you can." My mouth opened to turn down that plan if it even could be called one. "No, I--!" The noises were getting closer, and whoever is there was unusually strong to be a human, for the first time since Zeus, I feared our outcome. "I won't let anything happen to you."

I couldn't see anything from my cell, and as soon as someone approached his prison to unlock it, I was prepared to shout at them, until--

"Freya! I can't believe it!" He knew them, wait, did he say 'Freya'...?

"Wait, that can't be... Lord Týr..." A female voice echoed in the walls, disbelief in her tone.

"Is this an illusion?"

Týr? But that's...

I widened my eyes like plates and proceeded to step back from the wooden bars, avoiding being seen by the Aesirs altogether. A hand hid my mouth as I kneeled slowly, not believing I have been speaking all this time with the God of War of this land, now I understood why he was so adamant to tell me his name when I inquired about it.

"No, brother... No, I think it's the real deal." A different voice than the other two, three have come to break him out.

"Mimir? Is that you, old friend?"

"In all the important ways, aye..."

"There was such a commotion. If Odin learns what you've done..." Lord Týr was interrupted by the gruff voice. "Odin is dead." A gruff voice that sounded familiar to my ears, very much so that an image of a specific god came to mind. The news of Odin's death is like a lullaby.

"The realms are at last free of him. You're safe."

"Odin's dead?"

"And Asgard fallen." So most of the Aesir gods must be well buried underground, I wonder how many innocent people died for the greediness of another great god. "So the reign of the Aesir is truly over, that's quite a lot to take in. And you are...?"

"His name is Kratos."

"Kratos?" I called without thinking, eyes like plates as the silence could be fractured with the sharpest knife. As the god-killer stepped slowly to my cell, I stared into his eyes and recognized him even if years had caught up to him, in his once furious eyes I see an emotion unknown to me. "No... (Y/N)...?" I would be very displeased if he hadn't remembered the girl that mourned the Titan turned mortal chained to a hand.

The god opened my cell so I could walk out, he still looked shocked, and it's an understatement. "You are alive. How?"

"When Zeus threw me from the cliff I stumbled into one of the nine realms. Odin found me, I refused to use my magic to help him with the prophecy, and I was thrown here by Heimdall." I inhaled and exhaled, now truly gazing up and down and seeing reality for what it is, I have been lost in time while I was here. "I would embrace you, but I know you don't--" His gesture took me by surprise, Kratos had just placed a hand on my shoulder, and I saw how much he had changed with a simple motion. He had grown as a person, he finally learned to follow his heart.

"You are alright, I am content."

I nodded, flashing him a small smile.

Then a cough coming from his waist cut the moment short, compelling me to glance at the beautiful Goddess Freya and the God of War, Týr. I swallowed a gasp at the imposingly tall god, muscular, yet slim physique, his hair and beard were long, brown and braided in certain areas. He had several tattoos, especially across his left arm, and a blue triangle from the root of his hair pointing to the top of his nose, and his eyes... Gods, his eyes were an alluring yellow that captured my heart instantly the moment he set them on me.

"Brother, won't you introduce us to the lady?" With a low grunt, something Kratos hadn't lost, he took a head resembling a half-human, half-goat from his lower torso. "Hello!" Oh well, that brings back memories, and not good ones. Kratos and I eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking just by looking at Mimir. "(Y/N), an old friend. When the Sisters of Fate were gone, Zeus proclaimed her the Goddes of Time."

"You are the Goddess of Time of the Greek Pantheon?" Questioned Freya and I nodded slowly as I turned to the Norse Gods. "'Was' for a small time. Kratos was kind enough to save my father from the torture Zeus bestowed upon him, and since then I didn't bat an eye away from him until Olympus was destroyed. My gratitude will never be enough."

"Well, I knew our friend had at least someone watching his back in those days." Mimir exclaimed and I chuckled. I didn't expect the odd talking head to be so kind, but I welcomed it with open arms. "I did as I could, but he was impulsive most of the time."

"Aye, I believe that." Kratos grunted again, seemingly annoyed by the conversation as he put Mimir back on his waist. Freya looked amused whatsoever. "The two of you need shelter and food."

"No... No, what I need most now, I think, is to reflect on what you've told me." He gazed at me as he spoke. "I need space if you would grant me that." I understood he needed this, his father has just died, and possibly more members of his family, and all the grief was happening again. I'm happy that Freya also understood this. "Very well. Our home is in the Realm Between Realms for the moment, you can find us there when you're ready."

Týr and I stared at each other as Kratos and Freya made their way out, and I followed them. We would speak in due time.

After a few hours wandering and meeting Gods and other allies in the Realm Between Realms, I grew slightly irked at the mere thought of being chained to one place again, so Kratos took me to Vanaheim, a realm with lushful gardens and abundant fields. "Olympus didn't have this... Unless you asked Persephone or Demeter." I muttered to myself, but it was loud enough for my companion to hear, raising my head, I let the sun kiss my skin. "I almost forgot how the sun felt..." I sat in the grass under the rays of the faraway star and at a certain distance from the camp of the Vanir, Kratos didn't leave my side ever since I was welcomed. "You never mentioned your betrothal to Zeus."

Ah, so we're speaking about that, I wonder who informed him. "I didn't need to. Many have asked for my hand in marriage since I was a girl, and just like Hestia, I preferred to remain as I am. We both know Zeus was never the one to accept rejection, unfortunately." I glared, but my expression soon became sorrowful. "I refused to become the second wife, because if one god could do it then the others would follow. Poor Hera would never let me hear the end of it as she would do what she can to kill me."

"You pitied her." Kratos affirmed, and I shook my head. "Pity is a strong word, you saw the state she was in the last time we saw her. I wanted to help, if anything, I would've made her forget about her husband, but she chose that life... That isn't our fault." Acknowledging my statement as true although all the affliction regarding the memories, he dropped the subject. "I am sorry." He said, and my mouth almost hangs open. "I was not there to help you."

"When have I ever blamed you...?" I stopped him before he could go on, but inside my heart was a certain sensation of glee. I stand up and walk to him. "You are here, alive, with a son who loves you, and friends that have come to your aid no matter their circumstances. You have saved them. Kratos, maybe I am no one to tell you this, but I am proud of you... You should be too." There was something in his eyes again that screamed an unknown emotion to me, bliss perhaps? I only know there was no melancholy. Kratos raised his hand, and I happily obliged in leading my hand to his forearm, the infamous spartan handshake. "Tell me when Atreus is back, I would like to meet him someday."

He only nodded in my direction and walked away, leading my eyes to the Aesir that has my heart trapped in his hands. Týr steps forward, closing the distance between us, and he stares at me with an intensity I can’t describe. We were alone with the ever-watching nature of Vanaheim, for a second I thought the wind whispered between the very green leaves. "Have you had your time to take everything in...?"

"Yes, I think I did. I'm sorry I took long." Averting my gaze, I shuddered inwardly at his proximity, this feeling being quite rare for me, and I unconsciously smiled. Never breaking eye contact, he takes my hands into his bigger ones. "I spent years mourning my family, thanks to you I am able to live with it, it's fair I am here for you too." Týr's hand cupped my cheek and I rested one of mine on his, I melt in his hold. "Am I not what you thought I would be?" I asked, it was eating my mind ever since we set our eyes on each other. "If I had known I was in the presence of such a kind-hearted angel, I would have proposed us a long time ago. You are perfect in every sense of the word."

"You are just flattering, Týr..." My heart suddenly beats faster as I look away, his name sounding right on my lips.

"Look at me, (Y/N)." I did as he told me, and became noticeably bashful. "My heart fluttered every moment of the day my ears heard your voice. I would stop everything to tell you what I've lived in my long life just for you to hear, and in the instants you didn't utter a word I would grow worried, my soul wouldn't have survived you gone." Týr helped me to sit on the grass with him as we spoke, not once letting go of me. "My mind wandered endlessly and I was unable to think straight. Your voice back then broke my heart, if I made you feel miserable, I apologize... I promised myself I would never hurt you." Our foreheads touched in a sign of real and pure love.

"I..." Týr shushed softly, and we simply embraced under the sun, taking in everything about each other, spiritually and emotionally.

"I wanted to know your name..." I started, catching his attention once more. He looked amused which only made me feel timid under his eyes. "As time passed I wished I could touch and feel you... I was scared you would die, either of old age or because of the cold..." I rested my head on his chest, allowing me to put my arms around him as he does the same, kissing my head to calm me. "My love, don't let those thoughts invade your mind now. Tell me, would you like to come with me to watch other the realms?"

I looked up at him with astonishment written in my eyes, both of us standing up. "Are you sure I won't disturb you...?"

"I have been imprisoned for too long, I have to look out for them, and I hoped you would come with me. Vanaheim has endured thanks to the love the Vanir have for their home, Freya has come back to where she belongs. Peace can be smelled in the breeze." I smiled brightly as I heard him speak, and after years I will never get tired of it. Týr leaned closer to me and gave me my first kiss, butterflies swirled in my stomach at how perfect everything is.

Once we broke away, none of us could help but chuckle. "Come, my goddess. There are special places I want to show you." There is no more suffering, there's only love.