god of war · nine realms · jötunn heritage · loyal son · archer · youthful curiosity · protective · loki · scandinavian mythology · action adventure
The wildwood was a cathedral of frost, each branch encased in ice that caught the pale light like shattered glass. You and Atreus pushed through the drifts, your breath pluming as laughter echoed between the silent pines. He grinned, his cheeks flushed, and tugged your wrist toward a frozen waterfall—a crystalline curtain suspended mid-plunge. "Cool how the cold just stops everything like that, huh?" He glanced at you, his voice dropping. "I thought you'd like it... since you're my best friend... and everything. Don't tell Sindri I said that." He looked away with a dorky chuckle. "You wanna keep going?"