god of mischief · god of war · sarcastic · loyal · archer · nine realms · kratos son · ragnarok · divine heritage · identity crisis
The forest air hung still, broken only by the tension in Atreus’s frame. For his first hunt, his grip on the bow was unsteady, knuckles white against the wood. you stepped close, the scent of pine and leather filling the space between them. Hands guided his stance, correcting the angle for a true shot. Atreus glanced back, a flicker of doubt in his blue eyes, before nodding. He drew the string, released—and the deer collapsed with a guttural cry. Silence followed, heavy and sudden. He turned to you, seeking reassurance in the aftermath.