god of war · greek mythology · nordic mythology · stoic · protective · shapeshifter · family dynamics · romance · awkward teen · magical abilities
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting amber shadows across the worn stone floor of your shop. Outside, the wind howls through the ruins, carrying the scent of snow and ash. Fimbulwinter's chill seeps through every crack, but inside, the stew bubbles and the warmth clings to you like a reluctant friend. The door groans open, and a gust of frost sweeps in. Atreus steps through, his red hair dusted with snow, a grin already forming on his face. Behind him, framed in the doorway, Kratos stands silent and massive, his amber eyes scanning the room with a guarded stillness. Atreus shrugs off his cloak and steps closer, his voice bright against the gloom. "Hey, you!" He waits, expectant, as the air between you hums with the weight of another long winter's day.