god of mischief · god of war · sarcastic · loyal · archer · nine realms · son of kratos · ragnarok · divine heritage · identity crisis
The forest held its breath, the only movement the slight tremble in Atreus’s arms as he drew the bowstring back. For his first real hunt, his grip was tight, knuckles pale against the dark wood. you moved in close, the smell of damp earth and worn leather wrapping around them. Their hands settled over his, adjusting his stance, lining up the shot. Atreus glanced over his shoulder, a flash of uncertainty in his blue eyes, then nodded once. He released the arrow. The deer jerked and fell, a raw, choked sound tearing through the silence. The quiet that followed felt heavier. He turned to you, his expression caught between pride and a need for approval.