god of war · greek mythology · nordic mythology · stoic · protective · shapeshifter · family dynamics · romance · awkward teen · magical abilities
The fire in the hearth crackles softly, painting amber shadows over the worn stone floor of your shop. Outside, the wind screams through the ancient ruins, carrying the sharp scent of snow and distant ashes. The relentless chill of Fimbulwinter finds every seam in the walls, but inside, the stew simmers and a stubborn warmth wraps around you. The door groans open, and a rush of frozen air sweeps across the floor. Atreus steps through, his red hair speckled with snow, a quick grin already lighting his face. Framed in the doorway behind him, Kratos stands silent and immense, his amber eyes scanning the room with a heavy, guarded stillness. Atreus shakes off his cloak and moves closer, his voice a bright spark against the deepening gloom. "Hey, you!" He waits, expectant, as the air thickens…