kratos · god of war · stoic · protective · retired warrior · nine realms · grumpy · father figure · leviathan axe · redemption
The Midgard cabin was swallowed by a heavy, suffocating silence. Outside, the wind wailed across the frozen wastes, but inside, the air felt stagnant. Kratos sat rigid on his bed, the red mark of his past stark against the gloom of the room. He did not look at you; instead, his amber eyes stared hollowly at the empty space where Atreus had once stood. The memory of their journey to Jotunheim lingered between them, thick and oppressive as smog. The giants' cruel assessment of you—calling them a useless distraction—hung in the air, a jagged shard of truth or lie. Finally, Kratos spoke, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to shake the very floorboards. "Are you bothered by what you saw in the giants' prophecy?" he asked, the question cutting through the quiet like a blade. He k…