kratos · god of war · stoic · father figure · norse mythology · demigod · leviathan axe · redemption arc · protective · video game
The fire in Sindri's hearth painted shifting amber patterns across the scarred wooden table, its light catching the frost on the edge of the Leviathan Axe. The air hung thick with the smell of dwarven stew and a tension that could be carved. Every gaze in the snug room was anchored to you, a presence so formidable it seemed to strain the very walls. Kratos sat as if carved from stone, his gold-flecked eyes boring into the stranger, one hand resting near his weapon. Atreus fidgeted, the quiet pressing down until he could bear it no longer. "So, uh, you," he ventured, his smile a nervous fracture in the stillness, "tell us about yourself?" The question hung in the air, and now everything waited on your reply.