#Kratos daughter

[hani-yo]

Have you ever thought about how she would turn out as a adult? Kratos daughter.

[tired0artist]

| you’re not alone now |

once again @arleniansdoodles new chapter was just perfect and i couldn’t help myself but draw a scene from “Of Atreus and Calliope”

i am obsessed with them. i am just shsnbskemsns—- i love their dynamic and just how soft atreus is with calliope 😭 these two hold my heart and soul 💗

THEY’RE A SET. DO NOT SEPARATE 😡

i also just know that kratos would be so proud of his boy and so so happy that his daughter has someone like atreus… DAMMIT this makes me want to cry 😭

as always, i want to thank the writer and urge everyone to RUN and read this beautiful piece of work 💗

[nonndrawz]

Happy Father's Day to Kratos 🫶

[stupidrant]

kratos greek lovers that hate any ounce of norse era: KRATOS IS THE BEST AND HE DESERVES TO KILL EVERYBODY FOR HIS SUFFERING

Freya haters (?): SHE CANT KILL KRATOS BECAUSE IT WAS HER FAULT SHES A BAD MOTHER AND A SHIT CHARACTER BECAUSE OF HER CRIMES AND SHE DESERVES TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF ODIN AND KRATOS

[kratioed]

KRATOS QUOTING PANDORA BACK FROM GOW3. Not only Kratos embraces his role as the God of Hope, but also finds his purpose in protecting his newfound family, home, and everyone within the realms. He failed once before, especially Pandora back in Greek era. He released hope for the people of Greece after his reign of destruction, and now he aims to inspire and bring hope to his current people while carrying on with Pandora's final words in his mind i'm-

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟏/𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒: Týr had reunite the 9 realms before, so Kratos has that potential to do the same when he had led the rest of the realms and Ragnarök because of their common enemy; that's what reunites them all together.

"Hope is what makes us strong. It is why we are here. It is why we fight with when all else is lost."

Kratos inspiring hope and reuniting everyone when facing future threats. This is why Týr recognize his potential. That's what makes it so important for Kratos' growth.

[multifandom-simp-page]

Long Time No See

Pairing: Adult!Atreus x Freya’sChild!fem!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary/request: based on this request

I’m so honored to fulfill your first request on tumblr! I’m doing alright and I would be delighted to write this for you! And I appreciate you resending your request when my tumblr broke but luckily I was able to get yours! Anyways I hope you love this!

Also so sorry there’s no GIF, my internet won’t load very well unfortunately.

When Atreus decided that he needed to leave to go find the other giants, the goodbye was bittersweet. You knew it was something he had to do but it didn’t make it any less hard to watch him leave. Especially after he and his father had stumbled into you and your mother's forest, you and the boy had grown close. 

When Atreus decided that he needed to leave to go find the other giants, the goodbye was bittersweet. You knew it was something he had to do but it didn’t make it any less hard to watch him leave. Especially after he and his father had stumbled into you and your mother's forest, you and the boy had grown close. 

You hated to admit it but you bore a childish crush on him, that was up until he and his father had killed your prodigal brother Baldur. You silently thanked the valkyries for Kratos’ interference, Baldur had caused your mother so much grief during your time in Midgard. 

You inadvertently winced as you thought of the rift Baldur’s death had caused between you and your mother. You sighed and stood up out of the garden you tended to. When your mother, Freya had vowed vengeance against Kratos and Atreus she left the woods, to do what you could only imagine being prepping herself to fight a god and his godly child. 

You walked out of the small garden you had been trying to nurse back to life since Fimbulwinter ended a few winters ago, you smiled at Chaurli as he stood and allowed you into the house you’d been living in and trying to repair. 

You grimaced as you stirred the cauldron you remembered Atreus coming to you in a panic after Ragnarok, informing you of the extremely poor state that Chaurli had ended up in. You swear you had almost broke down crying when you heard about it, feeling nothing but guilt for leaving him to try and stop your mother on her revenge path for your brother. 

You huffed and stood, brushing your hands off and cleaning up the small messes you had around the living space. Your mother had dedicated herself to aiding Kratos in his adventures through the realms in his son’s place and when she wasn’t doing that she was in Vanaheim or with her Valkyrie sisters, which means that whenever she came into the woods she was more of a visitor than a fellow occupier as she once had been. 

As you finished up the small chores you felt the ground slightly rattle, signaling that Angrboda and Fenrir were here, after Atreus left you and the giantess had become close, you often visiting her in Jotunnheim and her often visiting you in Midgard. 

You opened the door and smiled to see your favorite giant wolf and giantess walking up the path through your woods, a basket in her arms and a smile on her face. You strode down the path to take the basket from her, smelling the flora of Jotunnheim wafting off her person. 

You gave her a warm smile as Fenrir lent down so you could pet his cold nose. “Hello, Angrboda! You’re looking well since the last we met” You chuckled as she picked some paint off her hand and nodded. 

“Yes, sorry about the delay, Fenrir didn’t want to help me with chores so I had to get Jalla up to help me,” She said and you both laughed, walking toward the door to sit down. Fenrir was good at occupying himself outside while you and the Giantess made conversation in the small home you grew up in.

Once you sat the basket down on one of the many surfaces you hurriedly poured some stew you had roasting over the coals since the day before. Sitting at the table with your friend, eating good food, and talking about whatever came to mind was your favorite pass time in recent days. 

And it was always enjoyable with Angrboda, she often had many good stories about happenings in Jotunnheim in your time apart, whether it was something silly Fenrir did or something she found, or more commonly talking about recent murals she had been working on. 

Before you knew it, hours had passed and the sun began to paint colors of pink and orange across the summer sky and you were saying goodbye to Angrboda and Fenrir. You hugged her tightly, your arms wrapped around her midsection as she squeezed you in return. Over the winter’s she had really sprouted up, now at least a head taller than you.

“Bye Angrboda, I better see you and Fen again before the autumn season you hear me?”  You said sternly as you released her from your vice grip and smiled at her. She laughed sheepishly and shrugged. 

“I’ll try, but sometimes things get busy, and with the whole time difference thing, it's easy to lose track of it” She laughed and smiled at you, and you nodded and smiled back to the giantess. 

“I know, be safe on the way back though okay?” You said and reached out to hug Fenrir’s muzzle. He grumbled as you leaned into his thick wiry fur. When you finally let them go, the warm hues of sunset started morphing into cool blues. You hummed as you walked inside, allowing Chaurli to settle for the night. 

You threw another log onto the fire to keep the coals warm throughout the night and stripped yourself of your day gear, before settling into the summer furs you kept on your bed.

-

The next morning you were awoken by the familiar rumbling of ground that you recognized to be the giant realm walking wolf you’d befriended long ago. You tumbled out of bed and felt Chaurli rousing from his slumber as he lifted your house out of the ground. 

You barely managed to throw a frock on before swinging the door open to find the giant wolf laying in front of your house and a familiar auburn haired boy, well man now, standing next to him, playing with the fur on his face. 

Your body moved before you could even think as you sprinted toward your childhood best friend and tackled him in a bone crushing hug. You both lay in the dirt as your arms remained around his body, squeezing him. 

He managed to laugh and asked you to release him when you did he stood and offered a hand to help you out of the dirt as well. When you finally got a good chance to look at him the wind spirits swept the breath from your lungs. 

Over the time he had been gone, he had grown beautifully. He certainly resembled his father in the way he carried himself and the way his shoulders were broad and intimidating, but he was still the Atreus you’d known all that time ago. The goofy smile on his face, the lighthearted aura that surrounded him, the kind look in his eye- Oh thor you were staring. 

You almost didn’t care that you allowed your eyes to take their take and examine his every detail, the wrinkle in his brow, the scars that were both faded and new. Your grin widened as he pulled you suddenly into another hug.

“Gods I missed you” His voice was almost the same as when he left, just a pitch lower and gravelly, as though he had rarely had anything to drink. Your fingers dug into the layered clothing he wore as you leaned deeply into him, tears burned your eyes as you realized how truly you had missed Atreus. 

You laughed and squeezed him once more before releasing him, allowing your hands to slide down his arms and grip his wrists, not quite knowing if this was real yet. His actions mirrored yours as you stared at each other in silence for another few moments. 

You inhaled deeply as you smiled so hard your temples were starting to ache, “You’re really here!” You softly cheered and he chuckled, giving you a half nod. “The Norns have been kind to you Atreus” You spoke mostly to yourself but he laughed again the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Hey, that's my line! You’re the one who looks like not a season has passed since I left” he spoke softly and gave you a sincere smile, clearly meaning the sentiment.

You barked in laughter and couldn’t help but look at the dirt beneath your feet, gods you were like a teenager again. Your gaze was brought back to his face when he squeezed your forearm, the smile on his face had you basically melting into a puddle beneath you. 

“How long are you staying?” You couldn’t stop yourself from blurting the words out, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, only for him to be whisked away again in a few moons. 

You saw his jaw tense as he looked beside him where Fenrir had rested his head “I don’t know yet, I got back last night and my father really wants me to stay awhile, but-” He inhaled sharply “But, I hope to at least stay for a few moon cycles” He said and gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

You exhaled in slight relief, at least you had a bit of time, you didn’t know if your heart could handle him leaving again so soon. You abruptly hugged him again mumbling “I missed you Atreus” into his tunic and you felt his cheek press into your hair had he spoke a soft “I missed you too little witch”. 

You burst into laughter and lightly shoved him, his dad gave you that nickname after their second visit, and Atreus had soon picked it up after then, despite your very vocal disliking of it. 

“Oh shut up archer boy! You know I hate that nickname!” You huffed in mock displeasure as he chuckled. 

“And you know I hate ‘archer boy’ and yet there you go using it” He teased and you rolled your eyes, but felt a smile creep onto your face as you watched him gesture to himself “And besides I'm an archer MAN now!” He said proudly and you snorted at him, rolling your eyes again, but harder this time. 

“Yeah yeah, sure whatever archer boy. How about you come inside and sit down so you can properly tell me about the exciting adventures you’ve gotten into hm?” You offered and started walking to the ajar door of your home. 

Atreus simply scoffed and followed you inside, giving Chaurli a greeting as he walked down into the small cottage you occupied, leaving Fenrir to his own devices. 

Seeing him sit so domestically in the place you made your home after all this time made your stomach twist with butterflies and almost brought you to tears. You had to look away from him as you made breakfast fixings or you figured you might just cry. 

God’s you really missed him. 

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This was really fun to write, sorry for the kinda half assed ending, I really wanted to just post it after working on it for what feels like forever. I really hope you enjoyed it, have a wonderful day or night.

[greenforestflowers]

You know, I feel like Kratos forgetting Calliope’s song was a wee bit harsh on the part of the writers.

I think his explanation of how he would’ve given up everything for a few moments more with his daughter, but when he met Faye, found the world worth living in again, would’ve been enough. Imo that illustrates his journey well in of itself.

To add onto that that when he found his new family, he could no longer recall Calliope’s song (played on the flute he made for her)…I dunno, it doesn’t make me think, ‘oh look at Kratos’s growth and development’ as I’m sure the writers intended. I understand the symbolism they were aiming for, but honestly it just made me sad

It’d be different if he was struggling to remember just due to the passing of time, but the fact he says he forgets it specifically after meeting Faye changes the meaning imo.

Kratos could remember his daughter’s song - presumably her favourite, that she played often, if it stuck in his memory - just because he loves her. To remember doesn’t intrinsically mean he’s haunted by it. memories of, and a love for, his Grecian family isn’t inherently negative, or something that has to be ‘let go of’ for him to progress as a character.

[day-to-day-thots]

Missing anyone?

[din-skywalker]

another fic idea i'm tempted to write is a one shot where some lady comes to kratos's home and she's SO familiar and she some how got past the stave and wHY IS SHE SO FAMILIAR AND-

oh. it's atreus. she's a girl now awesome

[villanelleskiss]

kratos being painted white with his wife and daughters ashes as a reminder of what his rage did and now it’s starting to fade away bc he’s growing away from that

[vinnie2757]

Finished the section with angrboda and kratos' whole being is so consumed with making sure his son is okay????? And holds his mouth and wrestles him flat to stop him attacking their one friend and the first question he asks is "are you harmed" and I'm supposed to be okay with this

[hani-yo]

How do you think Kratos would feel about her daughter still carrying with her the flute he made for her?

[tired0artist]

| calliope of sparta |

or adult calliope with a grudge 👀

gow valhalla and fics got me back to my girl, and many what if’s 👀 i seriously would love it if Santa Monica did something with her. make her a rage filled badass or an innocent sweetheart, i don’t care, just do something interesting with her 🙌

[feathered-serpents]

Y’know, constantly thinking about how Hel may come to be in the God of War world has lead me to considering some. Possibilities 

I’m still pretty sure she’ll achieve her mythological half-dead half-alive state through some sort of botched resurrection, but if that is the case we’ll definitely have to play through it. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have to play as an adult Atreus trying desperately to save his dying daughter and seeking out any means necessary to do so 

Which lead me to thinking “What if he seeks out Sindri?” because dwarves can do anything, and if it comes to it, Sindri has pulled a soul out of the Lake of Souls before, albeit with... moderate success 

Which lead to “What if Sindri helps save her?” a possibility that would be nice 

And then I got stuck on that “moderate success part” which lead to my next thought being “What if Sindri doesn’t help save her?” or, more clearly “What if Sindri is responsible for why the resurrection is botched?” 

Now, do I think Sindri would ever want to harm Atreus’ child or ANY child? No 

Could I see Sindri, if he never moves on from Brok’s death, never forgives Atreus or Kratos for said death, and slips further and further into despair for years, doing something incredibly ill-advised and drastic as, say, trying to steal a part of a child’s soul to repair Brok’s in hope he’d see him again? ...maybe! 

Do I actually think that’s the route the game would take? Not sure, I’m leading towards a soft “probably not” but. You never know. Either way, the possibility has been haunting me :)

[stupidrant]

i still think it's so funny how in the end of ragnarok when kratos visits jotunheim, angrboda mentions atreus honing his drawing skills and needing discipline and that's where kratos thinks 'yep. future daughter-in-law.'

THE MAN SAID INSTANTLY WENT "I LIKE YOU" I'M CRYING

kratos now having the oppurtunity of seeing his child grow and have a gf warms him more than we could even imagine 🤭 its even better when i see chris and laya interact like thats rlly his new baby now LMAOOOOOOO

[multifandom-simp-page]

My goodness THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ADULT!ATREUS X FREYA'SDAUGHTER!READER, YOU MADE MY NIGHT. YOU ARE A GENIUS

Thank you ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

OF COURSE OMG I LOVED WRITING IT! THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST! I SAW YOUR REBLOG AND IM SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT HOW YOU IMAGINED IN YOUR HEAD!

I really appreciate you so much! I loved the request and I’m so sorry it took a bit to write, but I’m so glad you enjoyed it in the end! I hope to write a part 2 maybe sometime where their relationship is actually beginning, because you deserve to see it actually happen <3

Again so glad I was able to write this for you and that you were happy with the results, please have a lovely night!!!!