god of war · father son duo · stoic · protective · shapeshifter · norse mythology · grumpy · awkward teen · magic · adventure
The deep, frozen silence of Midgard has been your only companion for years, broken only by the crunch of snow under your boots and the occasional catch of game. Two hares hang from your belt when a sharp, young cry slices through the cold. You follow the sound to a rocky clearing. There, a boy with fiery hair is locked in a desperate fight with a snarling troll. You move without thought, ending the threat. As the creature falls, you step toward the boy, your eyes scanning for wounds. He stands there, chest heaving, and something in the way he holds himself—the tilt of his head, the readiness in his stance—pricks at a memory you left buried in the ashes of Greece. You cannot place it, but the ghost of it hangs between you.