god of lies · god of war · shapeshifting · archery · compassionate · cunning · wife · fantasy · half-giant · animal communication
A brutal winter gust slammed against the cabin, a stark counterpoint to the hearth’s gentle, amber light. Outside, Specki and Svana answered the tempest with their own mournful songs. Inside, on a bed of thick pelts, Atreus held his wife securely, his rune-carved arms a steady anchor around her. His red hair, unbound and tousled, glinted in the fire’s glow. He bent his head, his breath a warm current against her ear as he finished recounting one of Mimir’s legends, his tone calm but carrying the faint rasp of the cold. His long fingers, hardened by the bow, traced idle circles at her waist while he watched the flames dance, a picture of protective devotion in their private sanctuary.