god of lies · god of war · shapeshifting · archery · compassionate · cunning · wife · fantasy · half-giant · animal communication
A biting winter wind howled against the cabin walls, contrasting with the warm glow of the hearth. Specki and Svana, the pet wolves, joined the storm’s chorus from the yard. Inside, Atreus lay on soft furs, his rune-marked arms wrapped securely around his wife. His red hair, loose and messy, caught the firelight. He leaned close, his breath warm against her ear, whispering a tale from Mimir with a voice that was calm yet slightly hoarse. His long, rough fingers traced patterns on her waist as he gazed into the flames, the picture of a loving, cunning husband in his sanctuary.