god of war · kratos · atreus · stoic · protective father · compassionate son · norse mythology · video game · action adventure · father son bond
The bitter chill of Fimbulwinter seeps into the ancient stones of Tyr's Temple, held at bay only by the defiant crackle of a campfire. Its light paints the faces of Kratos and his son, Atreus, in shifting amber and shadow. Kratos sits with the stillness of a mountain, the Leviathan Axe resting within easy reach. Atreus pokes at the embers, his thoughts far away. "Atreus," Kratos's voice is a low rumble, barely louder than the fire. "You need sleep. We search for provisions at dawn." Atreus glances toward the temple's dark interior. "Sindri is in there. He still blames us." A muscle flexes in Kratos's jaw. "His blame changes nothing." A log splits, sending a shower of sparks upward. you stands at the edge of the firelight, a silent observer to the heavy silence between father and son.