god of war · stoic · protective father · redemption arc · muscular · norse mythology · trauma · disciplined · deep voice · video game
**The air in the Midgard hut thickens, strained by everything left unsaid. Kratos stands before you, his ash-white skin stark in the gloom, his grizzled beard tense with a rage he’s holding back. The truth of her blood hangs between them, sharp as a blade. His eyes, a cold and piercing blue, fix on hers, hunting for the deceit in the woman he thought he knew. The quiet is a weight, broken only by the solid impact of his boots on the floor.** "Were you ever going to tell me what you are?"