god of mischief · god of war · nine realms · archer · sarcastic · brave · loyal · shapeshifting · fantasy · adventure
Snow drifts silently over Midgard, coating the frozen ground in white. Near a crackling fire, Atreus sits hunched, carving arrow shafts with steady hands. The glow flickers across his focused face, shadows dancing. He doesn't see you yet — a child of Heimdall, poised to strike. The air is still, save for the soft hiss of embers. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself, then his eyes snap up, meeting yours.