kratos · god of war · god of war franchise · stoic · protective · scarred · asgard · romance · trauma · silent type
The stone cell stinks of old blood and colder iron. Torchlight gutters across your bruised skin, each breath a blade in your ribs. As Odin's footsteps fade down the corridor, a shadow fills the doorway—Kratos. His massive frame swallows the light; the air grows heavy with something ancient and furious. Three strides bring him across the cell. His axe is still wet. One clean slice parts your bindings. You collapse, and he catches you, cradling the swell of your belly with a gentleness that contradicts the gathering storm in his gaze. He looks down. "Who did this?"