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nexysworld · 10 months

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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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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Day 26: Sex in public

Fandom: God Of War

Character: Kratos

Warnings: public sex.

Kratos knew it was wrong to be jealous, that he had no right to be jealous. You would never do anything to hurt him, you loved him.

But he couldn’t help but feel his blood boil seeing Freyr flirt with you, hearing your airy laugh. It took far to much willpower to not break the gods neck, but it did not take enough to pull you away from the man as a look of confusion took your face until it morphed into a smile. ‘He is jealous, how cute’

You would have expected this to happen, that Kratos would pull something like this. That he wouldn’t care about taking you in such a public space, claiming yli as his and you found yourself not caring at all.

A cry tore from your lips, Kratos gripping your hips tightly as he roughly fucked you. His shaft pulling out of your cunt only to slam back in. You were on your knees, your nails digging into the dirt. Your breasts were bouncing with each of his thrusts. You didn’t care if they heard you, you wanted them to know how good Kratos was fucking you.

Bending down, Kratos pulled you in for a deep kiss as he let his tongue glide over yours. Groaning into your mouth he could feel your walls tighten around his cock. Fucking you through your orgasm, he then let his hands grasp your breast.

He wasn’t done with you yet, oh no. He will make sure that everyone will hear who you are with.

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sparda-ly · 1 year

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hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.

anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.

oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)

(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )

kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)

note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!

warnings: none

there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos

he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble

you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly

kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?

but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance

atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him

constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright

you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr

you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein

you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it

you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)

despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"

he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you

"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"

"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"

there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing

you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it

atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((

the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3

and so did his father...

although it was a little bit different...

kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it

he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain

the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys

the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean

the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home

the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone

the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy

the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare

you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing

"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire

atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing

you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"

and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.

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shinybearnerd · 1 year

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“You need some rest”

So, this is a little fluff Kratos x reader for all my fellows that are in love with the “god of few words” (god knows I loved Freya for that, lol).

This story is set after GOW Ragnarok, so it may contain spoilers.

Also, here Brok and Sindri made a body for Mimir. So he's able to walk. Idk, it felt right.

Anyway, hope you like it!

Pair: Kratos x reader

Words: 1,28k

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst

Story: After Ragnarok, you, your husband Kratos, Mimir, Freya and the Huldra brothers decide to help rebuild the realms. Kratos is the All-Father now [if you are interested in this, I recommend it to you @whittywhitty. They write beautiful headcanons about it!], so most of the work is up to him. So this means that his fantastic partner has to step up and remind him to get some sleep.

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

With closed eyes, you turn to the other side of the bed. Your hand spread towards the other end, gently seeking your husband's presence. Only to find out the shits are still intact.

You sigh, trying to wake up so could stand up without falling miserably to the ground. Once you got up, you head to his study.

If he wasn't there in your bed, he surely was that gods damn study. You came to understand it.

You walk slowly, your tiredness still on your shoulders. You were able to get a half hour of sleep after helping Sindri and Brok out, but obviously, it wasn't enough.

You begin to climb the stair, a hand on the handrail. Once you arrived on the floor, you see a light reflex on it. It came from the study, just like you suspected.

After getting closer to it, you leaned against the door, trying your best not to make any sounds.

There it is, your husband. In all his godly glory.

He was sitting behind his desk, full of scrolls, books and notes from his and Atreus' journals of their diplomatic trips.

On his nose, a pair of glasses, which were definitely too small for his physique.

Even tho he was a god, he was starting to see objects in front of him a little blurry. When you pointed it out to him, all that Kratos did was grump about him not needing anything.

He was a god! He did not need glasses!

He kept replying like that every time you, Atreus or Mimir brought up the subject until he noticed that he wasn't able to read his notes or the poems, which he likes to read next to you in front of the fireplace. So he decided to wear them, with the condition of putting them only when they are home and alone.

He is incredibly hot with them on.

The ladies of the realms (at least the one that came into your home did) think that.

You think that.

Everybody thinks that, except Brok that doesn’t miss a bit and throws some jokes at him.

The lenses are oval, bound by a delicate, but at the same time resistant, sheet of iron. They are thin but still have a magnifying effect on his beautiful deep amber eyes.

By gods, if you love those eyes! Those were the first things you noticed about him. His gaze was so deep and calm but also full of sadness and anger. A cocktail of emotions that made him even more interesting in your eyes. But, every time you say something like that, people next to you (mostly your family and friends) make fun of you by saying that of all Kratos, it was impossible to notice his little eyes first.

Some seconds passed before your god noticed your presence. He raised his head in your direction. His expression softened.

That was the moment when you noticed he was exhausted.

In those months he made the impossible: travel from one realm to another without a break; read and fulfil some prayers; help rebuilt some temples and structures...

One night was on the verge of collapsing!

You two were at a gala, on Svartalfheim and you noticed that something was off about Kratos. You were able to convince him to end the night there and get some sleep.

The life of a diplomat wasn't easy. It was expected. You most of all knew that and you were worried for your husband. He had problems with his self-esteem. Always thinking that he was about to make the worst decision. Or that he wasn't helping enough. Even tho he was perfect

<<Have I ever told you how sexy you look with those glasses on?>>

He let out a chuckle.

Another thing that you loved about him was his chuckle. Every time it made you melt.

<<You mentioned it a couple of times>>

<<Ehm...>>

You hear someone clearing his throat next to you. You enter the room only to see Mimir in the corner on a chair.

How was it possible that you didn't notice him?

Your cheeks turn pink, a thing that amused the greek god.

<<Mimir! Are you trying to ambush me?>>

<<I'm sorry. I was trying only trying to persuade your husband to rest>>

<<Oh! Then we are here for the same quest, brother>>

Kratos looked up from the papers again, a quill pen in hand. He was observing his best friend and his lover looking at him incessantly. It was not a good sign.

<<What?>> he asked.

Mimir, smelling trouble, gets up and walks toward you, saying that he would leave you two alone.

<<Night, brother!>>

Kratos grunts and keeps writing on the scroll under his fingers.

<<Night, Mimir. Thank you>>

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Once you hear the door of Mimir's room closing, you approach Kratos, observing with worry every little movement.

<<Should not you be sleeping? It's the middle of the night>> he asks you.

<<It's been so long that I can't fall asleep without you snoring in my ears>>

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You smile, getting behind him and hugging him.

<<Yes, my love. Like a bear!>>

You can feel him relaxing under your touch. Almost melting under it. Feeling also a hand caressing yours.

You two remain like this for a while. Hugging each other, calm and rocked by each other's heartbeat.

<<Do I really snore?>>

You laugh this time, kissing his cheek.

<<Yes, but I think it's the best part of the day>>

Kratos frowns, asking you what you meant by that. You blush again, trying to persuade him to talk about something else. He is curious, tho. So he keeps asking.

<<Ehm, well... You tend to snore when you are relaxed or when you are exhausted. In both cases, it means that you put your guard down... So it's like... Well, it's like you are telling me that you trust me>>

He smiles, breaks the hug and puts you in his lap, caressing your thighs.

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He smiles again, caressing your cheek. You kiss him while taking off his glasses and you put them on the desk. With a deeper tone, he warns you by calling your name.

<<You need to sleep too. If you keep up with this routine you could really hurt yourself, my love.>>

<<I know that this is meaningful for you. And even if I was with you that day, I can't imagine how you felt when you saw that shrine... I'm very proud of you! I really am. I love the dedication you put into everything you do, how you try to maintain peace... But if you want to keep doing it, you need to sleep! I'm worried about you, Kratos. Everybody is. Last week you were about to collapse, and the one before that, you were about to have a nervous breakdown.

You see him passing a hand on his eyes, maybe trying to relieve his tiredness. You take his face in your hands so that your eyes can meet and start cares his cheeks with your thumb.

<<I'm not telling you to quit. I'm telling you to rest, my love. You are a god, true, but your body needs some rest. You can't keep stressing it like that!>>

The god remains silent. He grumps something and then nods.

<<All right>>

You smile at him and kiss him again, starting to stand up.

<<Come. Tomorrow morning I'll help you out. And no, I don't accept no as an answer.>>

Kratos grumps again with annoyance but smiles, letting the love of his life guide him to their bedroom.

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here4theteaa · 1 year

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Breaking Walls 2 (Kratos x Male Reader)

(Art by Ducka 98 !!)

Kratos and you arrive at the edge of a beautiful lake. You set your bags down and begin to undress. You can't help but sneak glances at Kratos's muscular physique.

Y/N: Wow, Kratos, you work out a lot don't you?

KRATOS: Yes, I do.

You try to hide your attraction and shake your head.

Y/N: Never mind, it's not important.

KRATOS: What is it?

Y/N: Nothing, forget about it.

Kratos gives you a curious look but decides not to push it.

You wade into the cool water, enjoying the refreshing feeling. You try to focus on washing your clothes, but your eyes keep drifting to Kratos's toned figure.

KRATOS: Is everything alright, Y/N?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. Just enjoying the water.

Kratos nods, and you both continue washing your clothes in silence. After a few minutes, you sit down on the shore to rest. Kratos stands up to wring out his pants and you can't help but notice Kratos's perfectly toned backside.

Y/N: Well, Kratos, you certainly keep yourself in shape.

Kratos looks over his shoulder and sees your playful grin.

KRATOS: Don't even think about it, Y/N.

You laugh, and Kratos can't help but chuckle too.

KRATOS: You know, y/n, you're a great guy.

Y/N: Thanks, Kratos. You're not so bad yourself.

You try to hide your growing arousal under the water, hoping Kratos doesn't notice.

KRATOS: You're strong, both physically and mentally. I admire that.

Y/N: Thanks, Kratos. That means a lot.

You can't help but feel a little embarrassed and cover yourself under the water, your erection growing stronger.

Y/N: I... I think I'll stay in the water a little longer.

KRATOS: Suit yourself.

Kratos gives you a friendly smile, and you can't help but feel grateful for the kind words and understanding attitude.

Kratos swims a few strokes away, and you can't help but watch as his wet backside moves with each stroke.

You notice how Kratos's butt looks even better wet but try to brush it off because he is just a friend.

Kratos turns around and sees you staring, but you quickly look away, trying to hide your blush.

KRATOS: Are you okay, y/n?

Y/N: Yeah, the water is just perfect for how hot it is today.

Kratos nods and swims back over to him.

KRATOS: You know, y/n, I'm glad we decided to do this trip together. It's been nice having some company.

Y/N: I feel the same way, Kratos. I had a great time today.

Kratos gives him a warm smile, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat.

You think: What is wrong with me? I can't keep thinking like this.

You continue to swim and enjoy the beautiful scenery around them. As the sun begins to set, you make your way back to shore and dry off.

Y/N: Well, Kratos, it's been a great day.

KRATOS: Yes, it has. Thanks for spending it with me, y/n.

You smile at him and you both pack up your things, ready to continue your journey together.

#kratos x you #kratos x male reader #bisexual kratos #gow kratos #god of war #god of war x male reader #gow x male reader #bisexual male reader #x male reader #male reader

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comatosebunny09 · 1 year

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Modern AU Kratos thinks you are childish for wanting to do something “dangerous,” like making out in the bed of his truck. But he humors you regardless. Melds his hands to the bones of your hips whilst you straddle him, peppering his rugged cheeks with kisses and breathy chuckling. He is not wearing a ghost of a smile, thank you very much! Not at all enamored by how youthful and free you appear beneath the coppery glow of the moon. He is not lovestruck by the stars dancing across the stratosphere of your eyes. Not taken by the girlish, toothy grin possessing your features; how wonderfully your body notches to his. And as he draws you to him for a kiss, his brows aren’t furrowing with subdued anguish as he trickles his desire for you into your succulent mouth. He isn’t clasping your form for dear life, dragging you impossibly close, afraid to let you go.

#kratos x reader #kratos x you #god of war x reader #gow x reader

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spilledthemilk · 1 year

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This is my first bullshit but I just had to get this off my chest somewhere-

Okay so do any of you remember that one scene from Big Bang Theory where Penny was very surprised and happy that Sheldon was hugging her and went, "Leonard look- Sheldon's hugging me!" Yeah that but it's you and Kratos.

Atreus and Mimir would already be aware of your not so small crush on Kratos and you'd try your best just understanding and trying to not cross the god's boundaries.

One day you do something for Kratos that would really just impact him quite a lot, maybe almost even get yourself hurt. Kratos is grateful so the big man carefully with a tiny bit of uncertainty hugs you.

You're there very surprised and very shocked but at the same time smiling like an idiot. You then gently hug him back with light pats on the back and you turn to Atreus and Mimir with the dumb smile on your face and just go, "Guys look- Kratos is hugging me!" as if you managed to tame a wild tiger.

#god of war #kratos #kratos x you #gow x reader #i had to say it #fluff

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yandere-kokeshi · 4 months

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Pregnant! Darling with kratos mhmhmh. The reassurance on both sides, and constant soft comments on how Kratos is better than he was before not only for their unborn child but Atreus mhmhmmm

— Yandere Kratos with a pregnant darling

Warnings: yandere behavior and pregnancy

A/N: I fucking love this, please send in more shit like this. I'm feral for this man <3. Enjoy!

Once he finds out, he’s quiet. Kratos is staring at you, then hovers down to your stomach. His body is stiff, hands clenching and unclenching before a hand reaches and touches your stomach, grasping at it as his fingers glide over your skin. It’s only a matter of seconds as he brings you into a tight embrace as he repeats his promises.

“Are you — sure? I promise. I promise to Atreus, and to you, I will take care of you two.”

Atreus loves to ask questions which only result in the baby. He’s just as excited as his father, and promises to protect you.

It’s no surprise Kratos is paranoid. Even at the start of the few weeks, he’s constantly checking up on you; asking if everything is okay, or does all-nighters to ensure you and Atreus are safe. He knows it’s unhealthy, but he can’t stop the guilt — the obvious fear of losing you. He’s always ready, in a sense that danger is around, even though it’s been days from fights.

This also comes with him being a severe mother hen. Any noises or sighs coming out of you, has him hovering and asking what’s wrong. If you say nothing, he seemingly doesn’t believe you; giving you an ‘are you sure?’ look before huffing and returning to whatever he was doing.

He’s always been a gentle giant with you, touching you with such gentleness. But now, with you being pregnant? He’s extremely careful with you. Always treating you like a shell from the sea ready to shatter. He’s always guiding you with his hands on your hips and lower back, and yelling at ‘no’, when you try to help with house chores.

On the topic of house chores, he doesn’t let you do anything. Not a single chore or hunt is done by you; he orders Atreus or goes by himself to do it. In his defense, he doesn’t want you wasting your energy, or pulling a muscle, especially if you’re far more down the months.

Morning sickness is guaranteed and when it happens, Kratos takes it with a stroll. He’s there next to you, holding your hair back if you need, or rubbing your back. He brings you fresh-cold water to sip on and insists you stay hydrated.

When the baby bump starts showing, Kratos spends most of his time just looking at them — admiring your body, and how gorgeous you are. He finds the pregnant body attractive, how your body grows accustomed to the baby: long and spreading stretch marks, the black line, and muscles that become more prominent. He enjoys tracing them, especially if it’s the time when you two can rest.

When sleeping, he’s always had a habit of you having your head lay on his chest or directly on top of him. Now with you growing a kiddo, he’s constantly wanting you on top of him — your weight helps him sleep better and eases his mind while he overthinks. Plus, he gets to grasp and hold your tummy.

From his experiences with pregnancy, he knows it’s difficult — especially for you, so he never gets mad or upset whenever you yell at him or suddenly cry. Surprisingly, he’s good at supporting you when your emotions are unregulated; always comforting you, and rubbing your back when everything becomes too overwhelming. His hugs tighten, and leaves you alone when needed.

Kratos is always following you, especially in the baths. He enjoys sitting behind you, washing your back or places you cannot reach. Towards the end, he just holds your stomach, rubbing large circles on your lower hips and kissing your sore muscles, whispering how much he adores your perfect body.

The best healers are assigned to you. He’s always with you, asking questions regarding your health and the baby. His demanding presence is enough to scare them, if not his rough voice that constantly shuffles to you and back to them. If he feels unsure, both of you are leaving and going to Freya’s — to which he tries to avoid, but if it needs to be done, then so be it.

Even though he doesn’t want to say it, Kratos worries about the day of meeting the baby. He’s excited of course, wants to meet them and can’t wait for the day of their cries, he’s scared of hurting them– large hands filled with old tainted blood and guilt; what if’s playing in his head.

At night, on the ones he can’t fall asleep, he loves to talk to your stomach — his low baritone asking questions and ensuring their safety, with his own blood, will be his top priority.

Kratos loves seeing Atreus engaging with you.

The boy always reassures you of bending over on an object that he’s already reaching for, and treating you like glass; just like how his father does. He hunts, brings you food, spends time with you and sometimes asks if he can feel the baby. He’s just as attached as his father, and already views you as his other parent.

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mel-kusanagi · 1 year

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that flower favor in a nutshell be like:

a silly doodle made by me

#now kratos gives any flower or plant he sees that reminds him of freya #get you a man who gives you flowers the way kratos gives freya a flower of EVERY realm #he likes to see her happy okay #kratos #freya #kratos x freya #warflower #god of war #my art

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upn-the-sky · 4 months

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Athena is just very happy that they will spent eternity together on Olympus. Kratos is just a bit autistic as always is not used to see her face to face. He spent last 10 years speaking to her statue.

@spoorotik2, for you 😭❤

#If you ship them you ship them. I ship them indeed.#athena god of war #Athena #kratos #god of war #gow #kratos gow #god of war ragnarok #gowr #Kratos x Athena #greek gods #greek mythology

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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so this is just me writing so randomly about kratos x f!reader, it contains y/n, and I don't know if I can say this is an one-shot but it's a thing, clearly, so enjoy. ^^

& warning!: this one has explicit language, so, minors do not allow to read!

also I can make part II if you want. ;)

we all know kratos writes a diary in which he explains creatures, people, gods, goddess and all other things. but imagine that he writes so many pages about u. he begins to write about you from the beginning, the moment he meets with you. with times, he begins to write about so many things about u, your relationship with both him and atreus.

he firstly writes specific information about u, telling how you help them to find food, showing them where they can hunt safely without others sights. he tells "she is a strong one." the moment you show your true power. he sees how you have a strength to live alone. then with times, he begins to write in more detail way like how your body and face features look good and strong, how you smile while speaking with atreus, how you both have a bossy and mommy features. he loves to see how happy atreus to have you by his side. he loves to see how you heal him, feed him, give him more knowledge about the realms and show affection. the way you treat to both him and atreus, as well as wolves atreus have and mimir who travel on kratos' belt, he finds happiness and trust.

he nearly writes 2 times in a week, using diary to transfer his unspoken feelings and thoughts to it. his memories of you begin to mark with every word he put to it. he fears nothing. he fears not a single thing but he have an unwanted feeling on his chest whenever you ask him what he writes about you because you know he has a journal thanks to the developed bond you have.

he never tells. he even finds them odd. while writing them, he wants to rip and burn them because they are so personal.

however, he can't. he just find peace in them, reading after awhile, he remembers memories he hold about you.

firstly, he writes a little about you, not wanting to add someone to his life to protect atreus of course but then, he begins to write about u rather than writing events that occurred with you. innocent sentences turn into lustful ones after he sees your liking on him which you show without a shame when you are all alone, mimir and atreus staying in the home. you both give him care and passion, and he likes it.

the sentence "she give me hope that everything will be fine. she is a good friend." turns into, "atreus likes her and so do I. spending time with her is... good.", then, "she looks lovely. whenever I look at her, I see the beauty she holds." and lastly, "I want to woo her."

yes, he wants to fuck you; woo in his words.

he tries to not to write private words in it but he can't help himself. his hand move with its own will, not thinking about any risks like you finding them.

and indeed, you find them. and you read them. firstly, tears appear on your face because of feeling so good about kratos' words. you know kratos holds a delicate heart even if he denies it but also you surprise to see him to show his this side to you. then, tears leave its place to small laughs and smiles. finally, with reading some pages, you feel an arousal rising on you. you can't deny that you love to read them, especially when knowing kratos was the one who wrote all these things.

as you read, "I want to woo her. wishing her to stay under me -" kratos comes.

firstly, he looks at you, then his diary you hold and then again to your innocent looking eyes with thighs crushed against each other, smell of your precum all over the place. kratos keeps his silence posture for a moment, then, he slowly approaches to you. he picks the journal from your hand, putting it to other side, he looks down at your pathetic body.

"you read it without my permission?"

"I -" you try to say, but his deep dangerous voice and posture make you stop. breathing deeply, you try to begin again because of his piercing eyes on you, "I am sorry, curiosity poisoned me. I shouldn't have."

"But you did, indeed." Holding your face from the chin, he makes you to look at his eyes that burn you, not giving you any chance to escape from them. "You know how I don't like disobedience."

"I know," You say with dry mouth, "I am sorry, Kratos."

"Then", he kneels to get closer to your face, "Be a good girl and accept your punishment." He looks at the pages you read the moment he enters the room, then at you again, "If you really be a good girl, I can make those things to you."

Holding your smirk, you say, innocently, "I will. I will be your good girl, Kratos."

THE END.

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^^ ehe. thanks for sharing this unholy thing with me (even if it's just a little.)

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Can we get a Drabble or headcanons of modern day kratos and Atreus (platonically/motherly) spending their first Christmas with reader who loves Christmas and goes all out for the boys? Maybe they haven’t really celebrated it since Faye passed so it’s really special for the boy especially. I’m thinking going to see Christmas lights, decorating together, gifts, and hot cocoa - the works. Maybe reader takes Atreus to buy something for his dad from him. Idk I just really love feel good stories

A/n: this is the cutest fucking thing….I can’t even.

Also I’m doing both.

🎄: You love Christmas, it has always been a big thing with your family and since you’ve gotten into a relationship with Kratos you wanted to do something special for your top favorite boys.

🎄:Once December hits you take Kratos and Atreus out to grab a tree. You and Atreus are excited, running from tree to tree finding the perfect one. Kratos is a little apprehensive at first, this was Faye’s favorite holiday too so it’s a bit hard seeing another woman he’s come to love be excited over the same holiday.

🎄: Kratos slowly comes around to the idea when he see’s you and Atreus decorating the tree though he can do with out the others butting in on bonding between you and his son.

🎄: Sindri gets tons of pictures and posts them on the B&B website.

🎄: Kratos takes you on a sleigh ride with two of the wolf dogs { he leaves Fenri at home with Atreus. }

🎄: Later that night you, Atreus and Kratos going driving around the small town looking at Christmas lights and decorations.

🎄: Which leads to everyone decorating the B&B, Brok and Kratos going out of their way to make it the best out on the block.

🎄: So much hot coco! Everyone just loves your family recipe.

🎄: Big Family Christmas dinner.

🎄: Snowball fights! You, Atreus and Mimir end up on a team. You and Atreus pushing his wheelchair as he lobs snowballs

🎄: Atreus takes you shopping to find the perfect gift for his dad, you two end up having a heart to heart

🎄: Freyr setting up Mistletoe for you and Kratos.

🎄: SLEDDING! Kratos really yeets you and Atreus down the hill.

🎄:Tons of baking! Lots of cookies.

Turning to face Atreus you gave him a beaming smile which the boy returned. You were excited for this, Christmas getting closer and closer and while the nights were cold it was still nice spending it with the people you thought of as your family.

“Y/n…I.” Atreus was hesitant, he wanted to ask you something important but he didn’t want to scare you off. “I want to thank you, for everything you’re doing….Christmas it.” Sighing he lowered his gaze placing a glass ball on the tree. “It means a lot and.”

Shaking your head you stepped closer then pulled him in for a hug, the boy quickly wrapping his arms around you. “You don’t need to thank me Atreus, I’m doing this because you’re family. Because I care you and your father.

Blinking back some tears he looked up at you with a watery smile. “Then can I call you mom?”

Pinching his cheek you let out a laugh. “I couldn’t be more than happier Atreus.”

Watching from the hallways, Kratos did his best to not step forward. This moment was for you and Atreus though he couldn’t help but feel happy. After the passing of Faye he did not think he could he happy again, find a mother for his son yet here you were.

This was nothing short of a Christmas miracle.

#drabbles #drabble #hc #hcs #god of war headcanon #headcannons #headcanons #Headcanon #god of war hc #god of war Ragnarok #god of war #god of war x you #god of war x reader #Atreus #god of war kratos #kratos #kratos x you #kratos x reader

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sparda-ly · 1 year

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Hello! If you were comfortable with writing male characters, I would love to see kratos with m! reader who is also a single father

Thank you!

kratos x (single father) reader

note: hello! of course! this is my first time writing for a male reader though, so let me know if i wrote anything wrong! also was this supposed to be romantic??? let me know anon if you want it platonic and i'll be sure to change it!

warnings: none

you and kratos both were very different from each other, despite being in a similar situation

you both have a kid, that you worry over restless and most importantly, alone.

you guys probably met because of your kids, knowing atreus and his open personality he must have met your kid while wandering through the woods, they instantly clicked

they kind of made it an every day thing to hangout and just do random activities together

spending all that time together also resulted in getting to know each other much more

atreus learned that your kid has a single father who likes to adventure

hearing that information, atreus already had an amazing plan in his head

grabbing his friends head he carefully whispered it, even though no one else was around (he just likes being dramatic)

the first meeting was akward. very akward. also unexpected. very unexpected.

you both knew about your kids hanging out together, hearing their stories when they come home however meeting the parent was a totally different thing!

kratos mainly kept silent, not knowing what to say or do. how could he though? he doesn't talk to people on a daily basis, that's his son's job

he offered you a seat and the friendship kind of just started?

you both understood each other very well, the stress the children create, sharing the fears of losing then

kratos felt very comfortable in your presence, meeting after meeting he started letting his guard down even more.

opening up about his concerns and feelings

he started feeling something towards you

looking forward to the next meeting, sharing simple glances and touches

you both developed quite a relationship, built on trust and understanding

things that other people wouldn't be able to relate to.

you both made an incredible duo, when one was fixing the bed then the other was cooking meals for the kids

kratos saw you as a brave man deserving only the best

he only wished the feeling was mutual...

#god of war x reader #gow x reader #god of war #gow kratos x reader #gow kratos #male reader #kratos x you #kratos x reader

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shinybearnerd · 4 months

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"Heart to Heart"

Hey, y'all! I'm back! I'm a little late since the DLC got out, but here we are! Hope you like it, you beautiful souls. <3

Pair: Kratos x GN!reader Words: 2,92k Genre: Angst, fluff (in the end)

Story: You're a sorcerer/witch and, with your daughter, the ruler of one of the realms. You met Kratos after the death of your best friend, Faye. And since then, the two of you got closer. On the last night of a mission something happened, and the two of you avoided each other for months; till the day that the elders of your realm forced you to find suitors and to get married. You decide to pull a trick with three boxes made with three different materials: Gold, Silver and Lead. Each had a riddle on the lid. Whoever took the box with your painting in it would win. And someone did win. Someone that you didn't expect.

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

When did all of this start? Was there a moment, a place, a trigger that generated all of this? Since when did the elders of your realm care about your private life? About who and when you're supposed to love? You don't know. Nobody knows or tries even to explain it to you. And all of this angers you deeply.

That's why you walked up and down the enormous salon for hours now. You are restless. Incredibly restless. Everything, from how you're standing and your torturing your hands together, could tell it. You didn't even eat something from the day before, too tensed to do so. You know that it isn't the wisest decision, but you have too many thoughts inside your head to care about feeding your body.

You keep walking up and down the salon, not listening to what Frode, your best friend, tells you. << You didn't eat anything. >> noticed Frode. You mumble something, still walking up and down the big coloured stained glass window that looks into your realm. << You should eat something. It's been a day since the last time. >> << You're making it easy. >> You mumble without stopping yourself. << Minutes from now, someone I'm forced to marry will walk into that door, and I should eat... Minutes from now, a man who surely will expect and claim my daughter to call him "dad" will walk through that door, and I should eat! >>

Frode doesn't say anything. He's so used to your complaints and your outbursts of anger that it's almost indifferent to him. In this case, tho, he knows. He could feel you're upset. That you're scared. Scared of living the same lives as all the other regals: a sorrowful life in an abusive and/or unhappy marriage.

He walks closer to you and stands in front of you, able to stop your frantic pacing. << Take two big breaths, all right? Inhale... Good. Exhale... Good job. >> He says, caressing your arms softly. << Listen to me... I know that you don't like where this is going. And I could not even imagine how you must feel right now. But I'm sure that whoever will get the correct box- >>

You look at him, sceptical. You sigh. The only thing you think you're capable of doing and that will make you feel, even if insignificantly, a bit better. You collapse into an armchair behind you, your face covered by your hand.

<< We both know that no one will figure out the riddle and take the painting! You can be sure that whoever takes the right box will be a worthy, good person- >> << Or a sly bastard. >> << Did you see the first suitors, right? You don't have any problem. >> You scoff, amused and tired.

Frode kneels and caresses your legs, trying to comfort you. You start talking to him. Confiding in him all your worries and your thoughts about the situation.

You, that you always repudiated the idea of marriage and that you almost did get married for love. You, that you fell in love with another man and are now obliged to get married to a stranger. To someone that you don't know and possibly despise. The same person that maybe will get you mad to control and reign your realm.

<< What about Kratos? >> Your back straightens immediately, looking directly at his eyes. << What about him? What does he have to do with anything? >> You ask quickly. << Did you tell him about this? He's a god. He can be a suitor without a problem, too. >> << No, I... We haven't talked or seen each other since the mission. >> Frode frowns, looking at you. << What? Why not? I thought that you felt something for him... What happened? >>

Svartalheim, three months ago The moon of Svartalfheim was brighter than ever. You and Kratos were still sitting on the tree trunks you used as benches. The fire crackled in front of you, invigorated by the logs that the Greek god had given it. The tents behind you were lit by the flames and little red sparks that emanated from the fire, spreading their long shadows across the entire valley where you were camped.

Kratos had just sat on the tree trunk next to you as he watched you look at the stars. The previous evening, you spent all night talking about the constellations, exchanging all the different stories and forms your cultures acknowledged.

He didn't notice he hinted a smile, snorting weakly, amused. He began to observe you better. The way the cold light of the moon and the warm light of the fire wrapped around your face, making it (impossibly) even more beautiful, made his breath catch in his throat.

<< How's the spell on the axe going? >> You ask him, nose still turned up. Kratos is surprised by your speaking. But he decides not to show it by grunting slightly. <<It's better. It returns to my hand faster. >> he replies, starting to look at the stars too. << Thank you. >> he murmurs shortly after.

You chuckle softly, your cheeks blushing as you turn towards the god. His face is illuminated by the flames in front of you, marking further his face marked by wrinkles and marks left by countless battles. The same one who now, at that moment, seemed relaxed and calmer than ever. You had just finished the mission and were on your way back. So maybe that was the reason.

You didn't realize it, but you widened your smile, relaxing your shoulders. A strange, warm sensation formed on your chest.

Kratos turned, too. Only now noticing that you were watching him. Your smile softened more, widening. The Spartan also felt that strange sensation in his chest when his body approached yours...

You open your mouth when suddenly you two hear footsteps outside the door approaching you. You look at each other, both white as a ghost. << At the end, one of the brutes of Vanaheim won... >> you whisper, your hand already on the knife pocket you held inside your travelling boots. << Well, if this is my destiny..>>

You take your knife from its case and hide it inside your sleeve, waiting for the man who will come in, wanting to take his "prize". But, even if you wanted to fight him, you can't stand turning around and face him. Frode is the only one brave enough to front the door. You grip his hand tight, trying to have some comfort from your best friend.

The heavy wooden door opens suddenly. The one that opens it does it with such force that the door's leaves slam against the wall with a loud noise. Frode stands up immediately, a surprised look on his face. You tight your hold on the knife, ready to strike at any given sentence or act that you don't like.

<< In the end, we met. I don't know what your intentions are. But I'll let you know that I'll not stay quiet and put as I watch my rights get stepped on! >> << There is no need to fight. >> A calm, deep voice behind your shoulders replies.

You immediately turn around. You would have remembered that voice even after decades, with miles of distance. And you'll get enchanted just like the first time you heard it.

<< Kratos... >> you whisper, joy and shame stained your lips. The Greek god doesn't get unperturbed. In his hand, the miniature detailed painting previously hidden inside the lead box. His face there is a curved frown. Full of anger and... pain? << You wanted your freedom, and I'll give it back to you, your Highness. >> His voice is full of disgust and betrayal as he puts the painting on the table next to the armchair.

You get up immediately, calling his name and trying to take his arms, stopping him from turning around and going back. But he is obviously more powerful, and he keeps freeing himself from your grasp, grunting in anger and with annoyance. As he frees himself from the last time, walking with decision towards the door, you get angry and annoyed too; with a single snap of your finger, the door in front of him closes and locks itself again.

Kratos stops, looking at the door and feeling trapped with all those unspoken feelings stuck inside him.

<< If you have something to say, say it, Spartan! >>

The warrior turns around, walking slowly but with decision and anger. As Frode feels scared and intimidated by the spartan threatening expression, you are not even slightly bothered by it... you are somewhat turned on by it.

The god speaks once your faces are (almost) a breath away from the other. <;< What were you thinking? >> asks in Greek. This could be seen as a good or a bad thing. In both cases, Kratos is trying to communicate his feelings in the best way. He knows that you speak his language. You told him during the last mission together. The rest of the night you spent it talking in Greek as you watched the night sky. It was one of the best nights of his existence. << Why didn't you tell me anything about this nonsense? >>

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing seems to come out. What are you supposed to do in this case? No regal etiquette tells you what to do. What to say in this case. They have always told you to listen to your elders and to do what they please. But what about this case? What about when you're in front of the person that you love most in the world? Should you talk? Do the first step? Or should you keep restraining your emotions, what you feel about that incredible man in front of you?

You don't know what to do. A part of you wants to tell him everything. To kiss those lips once and again and forget about everything else. But your other part thought about Faye; at your childhood together. At how the two of you were inserable and mistaken by the other when you were younger. And the thought of Kratos kissing you only because you are reminded of his dead wife is crushing to you. There wasn't a day since your lips touched that you didn't think about the kiss. You keep tormenting yourself. You can't sleep. You can't eat. But all of this, Kratos doesn't know anything. And how could he? You keep avoiding him since the end of the mission.

<;< Didn't we promise each other to always be honest with one another? >> You murmur. << Yes. >> << Then why didn't you tell me anything about this? When were you going to tell me that you are forced to marry someone? On your wedding day? >> You could see anger, sadness and betrayal in his eyes. All mixed together. << Why are you avoiding me? >>

You aren't able to reply to those questions. You can see his gaze slowly softening a bit. The pain is more evident in his little amber eyes. << ...It's because of the kiss? >> murmurs. << Of course not, Kratos- >> << Then what? >> asks, exasperated. << What is it that you're not telling me? >>

Still not a reply.

The spartan straightened his back, scoffing as he clenched his jaw.

<< I-It's better- I have to go. >> Frode talks, trying to get away from that situation. << Stay. >> The god replies with an authoritative tone. His eyes are still fixed on yours. << We're done here. I'm going. >> Sighs, shaking your head. << Kratos, please... >> Frode is already towards the other door, exing. << No, really. >> he chuckled, nervous. << I'm going. >> He disappears behind the door, locking that too.

You sigh and turn towards the spartan again. You both look at each other before the god turns his face away from yours, speaking. <;< I tried to walk this path with you. I tried to be your friend, but evidently, this is getting too much for you. These past months... they've been torture! Even if I was angry and offended by your action, I came here today with the only hope of seeing you again. I fought against my best judgment, and you still won against it! >> << Kratos... >> Your voice is broken with emotions, your eyes teary. The Greek god turns around, walking towards the door. << Break the spell, Y/n. Let me go. >> << Seriously? You still didn't get it? You want me to tell you? >>

He keeps walking.

<> You explain, exasperated.

That made him turn around.

<>

Kratos change his route and walks towards her again. More threatening and distressed than before. <;< If you feel the same way, why didn't you tell me about this charade? You know that I could be a part of that. That I could win your hand! You saw it yourself before, as I gave you that painting. Would you have preferred someone else to be with you? Is that disgusting the fact that you have feelings for me? >> << By the gods, you didn't understand a fuck! >> Kratos takes a half step back, surprised by your cursing. <>

Kratos' shoulder relaxed as his expression softened more.

<< Is so difficult to keep my daughter away from this toxic cycle... And-and after all you have been through, the man that you're becoming and you'll be, I don't want the elders to fuck it all up. << For the gods' sake, Kratos! >> You continue, chuckling bitterly. Tears form in the corner of your eyes. << I can't sleep! I can't eat! Not only since we kissed, but since I understood that I love you! That I want a family with you! That I want to stick to those lips and never let go! I stay awake all night thinking about you. At the way you smile softly and so rarely. The way you walk, talk, your attitude... The way you speak to Atreus, how you act with my daughter... << I have never told you anything for Faye and your sake. I didn't want to ruin the friendship we built. Because I know what it means to be valued just because someone wants to take you to bed. And I didn't want that for you, especially because it's not what I think when I see you- >>

Kratos looks at you. You are both exhausted from this fight. Your voice is starting to tremble with emotion. <;< You really think I'm doing all this because you vaguely resemble Faye? >> Asked, frowning surprised and severe. You nod, tears silently covering your face. << Then you're too a fool that didn't understand anything. >> Sighs, walking closer. << I have never seen all those similarities that people say you two share. Faye was the calmest woman in the world when I met her. But you... you're different. You're stubborn, arrogant... you think that everything you do or say is right- >> <>

The spartan scoffs, annoyed, before continuing. <;< But you're also generous, kind, good, but especially honest. You're able to make me reason like no one else. Since the moment I met you, the fact that you were so open to me with your past... destabilized me. And you have no idea how I felt when you asked me to always be honest with each other. I was so used to knowing very little about Faye that when you arrived... you upset me. I know so many things about you that even if I don't want to, I think of you constantly! I see a particular flower? I think about what you told me and in what potion it can be used. Every time that I sketch, I think about you. I also draw you secretly, sometimes. So I can look at you with all the calm and the time of the world without someone noticing... >>

You look at him, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

<;< Every time I open a book, I think of you. Every time I see a bear, I hunt, I go fish... I can't live like this anymore, woman! And you avoiding me, not telling me what's going on, is only destroying me more! >>

They look into each other's eyes. Both are heartbroken, breathless and angry towards the other. Yet it took a few fractions of a second before their mouths connected again. The kiss is deep, hungry, and needy. They try to grasp what they can as the kiss deepens even more.

You break the kiss, your forehead touching as you both catch your breath. <;< You're an idiot. >> You murmur. Kratos scoffs, hiding his soft smile. <> You both chuckle softly, hugging each other tightly.

The idea about your new husband wasn't now so bad with Kratos in your arms.

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