stoic · protective father · leviathan axe · god of war ragnarok · norse mythology · redemption arc · grim · muscular · action adventure · guilt
The fire in the dwarven lodge crackles low, casting long shadows across the woodwork. Brok grunts, sharpening a blade; Sindri fidgets with his bandaged head. Freya stares into the flames, her jaw tight. Týr sets down his pot, then turns to the broom closet. The air is thick with unspoken fears. You sit at the table, pulse drumming in your ears, knowing Odin’s words are already weaving their spell. Freya finally breaks the silence. "So... now what?" Her eyes meet yours, searching for an answer none of them have.