#LIVE LAUGH LOVE KRATOS

[ewwis-but-fandom]

"oh kratos is a real man he's rational he doesn't have emotions he's so based for that" SHUT UP SHUT UP HE'S A BULLET JOURNALING KING HE WRITES ABOUT HIS EMOTIONS AND THE PEOPLE HE LOVES AND HE TRIES TO BE OPEN AND HE CARES UNAPOLOGETICALLY AND UNASHAMEDLY AND

[whackk-kermitt]

Can I ask a request? How would the god of war characters confess their feeling the reader, please🥺

Confessing Their Love

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: 🤷

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Kratos

Kratos is a man of few words.

Emotions are hard.

When the day came he fully realized and accepted his growing love for you he struggled to come up with the right words to tell you.

You never knew it, but there were so many moments where he nearly said it but chickened out.

Moments while hunting, fishing, and tending to the wolves and land.

Moments when you two were alone, just talking, or saying nothing at all.

Moments spent watching you laugh and smile.

He wanted you to know but wasn't sure how to say it.

When he finally told you he loved you he didn't actually say it.

But you knew.

You knew by how he looked at you.

By how he held you.

And he knew you loved him just the same.

Atreus

Awkward and cute.

The king of stuttering and stumbling.

He'd asked his father how he and his mother took that step, hoping to glean some inspiration and courage from it.

Kratos wasn't much help.

Mimir didn't have advice suitable for a kid his age.

He planned to get you alone and basically serenade you.

But when you were face to face the adrenalin hit and he forgot everything he planned to say and do.

So he awkwardly handed you a flower and told you how nice you looked.

He was so nervous about messing it up that he was messing it up.

After a while, he realized you seemed just as nervous and you two had been dancing around it.

So he told you then that he loved you.

And when you reciprocated it he felt like he would throw up from the butterflies in his stomach.

He pitched himself.

Mimir

Before losing his body, he would've been shameless in chasing you down and swooning over you.

He'd court you and serenade you, showing you with gifts of flowers, wine, and treats so sweet.

He'd brag to anyone you had an ear about how he adored you so, even if you hadn't accepted him yet.

Afterwards. . .

The man is insecure.

How could he be your lover if he had nothing to give.

He'd wait his time until there was a moment when you two were alone.

A moment where he would confess his heart, despite not actually having one anymore.

His confession would almost feel like an apology.

Like he was becoming a burden to you like you would now have a weight on your shoulders.

But it was a weight he needed off his chest. . . metaphorically.

But then you smiled so sweetly and returned the gesture.

He thought you were making a fool of him for a moment, but only a moment.

The way you held him and pressed a kiss to his cheek told him you were honest.

He'd never been happier.

Heimdal

He wouldn't.

Not directly at least.

Not at first.

He's got an ego that won't sway even for the majesty that is you.

Instead of saying that he loves you, he'd confront that you love him first.

Teasing you for it and poking the subject until you catch on.

The first time he'd ever actually say it is after you'd begin to doubt it.

I mean, he never says it, so. . . maybe it's just pity?

How could you think that? Even if it is just a passing thought!

How could you ever think he wouldn't absolutely adore you?

Are you stupid?

So he said it.

And then again.

And again.

And every time you're alone because PDA is for losers.

If you're good enough for his picky tastes then you are worth more than anything.

You need to understand that or else.

Baldur

The man doesn't feel.

Driven mad but the numbness.

He just wants to feel the breeze in his hair, the sun on his skin.

He wants to feel the cold of the snow, and the pain of a cut.

But nothing.

His body is numb and he lives forever in agony.

Yet when he met you and knew you. . .

He can not feel his heart, even if you took a knife carved it out, and put it in his hands.

But something about you eased the madness and made him feel something again.

He wasted no time holding onto you and keeping you by him at all times.

It may not be to its fullest potential, not until the curse is broken, but he feels for you so deeply that it's borderline obsessive.

You are his and he adors you, worships you.

He will tell you he loves you just to see that smile, to feel that almost real warmth.

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I might come back and add more characters later. I got bored. NOT PROOF-READ

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[neechees]

Seeing more reactions to the new Wukong game kinda just proves to me that a lot of (especially cishet) gamerdude Men primarily want a macho self insert experience out of a video game, and everything else like appreciation of good storytelling, graphics, artwork, the soundtrack, character development, etc comes secondary to that.

I think that's why so many of them hate the idea of a female main playable character, even if she fights & has female love interests, because they feel like they can't live out their self insert through her because she's a woman. As another example, I've mentioned i think this is why dude gow fans dislike the idea of playing as Atreus UNLESS he becomes Kratos's carbon copy in physique, because they see Atreus as not "manly" enough.

Like one common comment from Westerners is that they're surprised Wukong's voice performance shows him with a higher pitched voice & a squeaky laugh, & they're surprised about this & expected him to have a deep, husky voice. Why? Most Asian depictions of Wukong show him with a high pitched voice, like a monkey, because he is a Monkey. I saw other people complaining that apparently you can't have sex with the female characters, so while I've seen a lot of love for this game, these dudes are STILL complaining because it's not meeting all their desires to live out a hypermasculine fantasy through the main character.

[roguerambles]

Secrets in the Garden

God of War - Kratos x Female!Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. The Olympians being dicks, because they really take the cake in GOWverse.

So, I finally started God of War (2018) I know I’m so behind haha. I watched a playthrough years ago but never did one myself until now, and I haven’t played the original games in years. But it’s reawoken my love for Kratos, the angry disaster man.

I definitely plan on getting to Norse Era!Kratos, but for now I wanted to give Greek Era!Kratos a little attention. There’s a general lack of Kratos thirst and this must be remedied--

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You hated the Gardens of Atlantis.

You had adored them once. You were a lesser goddess of the seas, not meant as a figure of influence in the games of power among the Olympians and their lot. When you were appointed as a handmaiden to Amphitrite upon her marriage to Poseidon, you had delighted in living in the King of the Seas domain, blown away by the majesty and splendour of the city. But the gardens were special, filled with flowers and coral, specimens only found in the deepest corners of the oceans that even the gods had never seen.

Amphitrite was a gentle enough mistress, but Poseidon seemed to find your enthusiasm charming, and patiently indulged your many questions on the contents of his garden. You had been embarrassed and somewhat pleased that a god of his status took the time to chat with his wife’s handmaiden. You sat with him at feasts and walked with him in the mornings, and he entertained you with tales of his exploits during the Great War and the antics of his siblings on Olympus. Soon you saw more of him than of his wife.

You do not know if it was naivety or foolishness or some trick of Aphrodite, but you saw nothing wrong with your relationship with the King. Even as he began showering you with gifts, murmuring compliments in your ear, his hand on your hip during walks, Amphitrite’s bright smile turning nervous and brittle, all you saw was your mistress’s husband being pleasant.

Your morning walks in those lovely gardens became evening trysts, the flowers and vines seeming to shift and move to become obscuring curtains, the coral turning soft and plush as any bed, the waters that flowed noisily through the gardens swallowing the sounds of you coupling with your lady’s husband. Even then you were oblivious, your mind focused solely on pleasure, everything else seeming distant and unimportant.

Poseidon moved your chambers closer to his, dressed you in jewels and transparent silks, spending his nights in your bed, murmuring he’d never slept so sweetly as he did in your embrace. All the while, Amphitrite said nothing. All the while, you saw nothing wrong, as though you walked some hazy, pleasant dream.

The spell did not break until the day Poseidon placed his wife’s crown on your head, the day he swore before Zeus and declared you his Queen, reality crashing over you like a cruel, cold wave, but by then it was far, far too late. Hera scoffed and drank from her chalice, Ares and Hermes laughed and laughed, Persephone looked at you with some mix of scorn and pity. Aphrodite smirked at you from behind her hand, her handmaidens giggling at her sides.

No one spoke of Amphitrite.

-

The Gardens you had once adored were a bitter place now, but it was the only place in Atlantis you were mostly left on your own. You wished you could reclaim the way you had felt about them, find some way to make them feel yours once more. But it was impossible.

Poseidon was on Olympus for some meeting with Zeus and Hades. There had been upheaval among the Olympians since the fall of Ares, but whether that was what he was there for, you could not say. The King of the Seas seldom saw fit to tell you anything that was not some empty compliment, or a pretext to summon you to his bed. You chose to simply enjoy his absence as best you could.

“…Your Grace.”

You glanced up. One of your handmaidens had entered the garden, her expression tight, her hands clenched anxiously in front of her.

“Yes?” You doubted Poseidon had returned already – his meetings with his brothers were long and loud, and he usually returned in a foul temper that shook the walls of the palace.

“It…” She peered at you nervously, glancing quickly over her shoulder as though expecting something to come running up behind her. “Lord Kratos is here!”

What?

You glanced up at her, startled. You had met the newly crowned God of War only a handful of times since his ascension. You knew him better by reputation, rumours whispered in the halls of Olympus. He had slain Ares in revenge for the murders of his wife and daughter, tricked into using his own hands for the deed. He was a fearsome warrior, a brutal killer, soaked in blood and ashes. His name was spoken in hushed whispers, on Olympus and Atlantis both.

“…send him here.”

She cringed nervously, but obeyed, and scurried away. You tried to think what Kratos could want, and you waited, toying with the helm of your dress. The doors quickly opened once more, and you looked up to see Lord Kratos enter the Gardens.

He was a striking man, in every sense of the word. Tall and muscled, his body a perfect sculpture of a Spartan warrior. His expression was cold and severe, his eyes sharp and piercing. You could understand why many trembled in his shadow, but you could also understand the salacious whispers. The Gods were as alluring as they were powerful, and nobody could deny Kratos was a powerful man.

Kratos said nothing as he approached, his frown deepening the closer he got. You cleared your throat, and forced a polite smile onto your face. “Greetings, Lord Kratos. Welcome to Atlantis—"

“I have business with Poseidon.”

You sighed, lowering you head slightly. At least you did not have to dwell on pleasantries. “He is not here.”

The Spartan looked even more displeased. “Poseidon sent word I was to meet him here.”

You had no idea what Kratos and your husband could possibly have to talk about. Poseidon had precious little good to say about Kratos, and you found it difficult to imagine him being summoned for a visit. “He is on Olympus, as far as I am aware.”

Kratos’s glare would have killed Medusa herself where she stood. “I am in no mood for games.” His tone was accusatory, and it made you bristle, somewhat indignantly.

“Nor am I.” You snapped back, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “Perhaps you misunderstood the message.”

Kratos looked vaguely insulted at the thought of making such a basic error. “I did not.”

“Then perhaps Poseidon simply wanted to waste your time.” It was a petty move even by Poseidon’s standards, but you put little past him. “You would need to ask him.”

Kratos’s expression darkened, and while you were certain it probably should have unnerved you, you found yourself admiring the Spartan’s profile in the light, his strong nose and sharply defined collarbones, the mountainous broadness of his shoulders.

“—I require the Shell.”

“What?” You were shook out of your thoughts by Kratos’s voice. He frowned at you, and you felt your face flush, startled at the turn of your thoughts. “Apologies, I…the Shell?”

“Poseidon’s Conch Shell.” Kratos repeated, his fingers flexing impatiently around his Blades – you noticed the movement rippled upwards, drawing attention to the strong swell of his biceps. “I require it.”

“…why?”

Kratos did not answer. He simply stared at you, frown firmly in place. You found yourself staring at the fullness of his lips, and by the Fates, you were blushing.

“Poseidon likely carries it with him.” You cleared your throat, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from him. “You will need to go to him. Or wait until he returns.”

Kratos muttered something under his breath, his expression thunderous. You glanced at the fountain in the Gardens centre, vaguely noticing the secluded spots Poseidon used to hide you in around it. You cringed thinking of those days, but Kratos’s presence at your back seemed to spark something. You found yourself picturing those warm, secluded spaces, the God of War between your thighs—

Fates—

“Are you even listening?”

You were torn roughly from your fantasies by Kratos’s booming voice. You turned to him dazedly, feeling yourself flush once more under his intense gaze. “I’m sorry, I….”

“I have no time for this.” He snapped, and turned abruptly, clearly to leave. Your eyes landed on his broad back, the exquisite musculature shifting with every movement, and in an instant your mind was made up.��

“Lord Kratos, wait.”

Kratos paused, casting an impatient glare over his shoulder.

“Poseidon will return eventually.” Hopefully not for a long time. You rose from your seat, tilting your head upwards slightly. “You are welcome to wait with me until he does.”

“I have no time for—” Kratos began, his voice harsh, and you grasped the buckle of your cloak, tugging it open and letting it fall around your feet, leaving your bare body exposed.

Kratos’s voice halted, and you could not help but be pleased at the genuine surprise on his face, his eyebrows shooting upwards in a way that was almost comical.

You smiled, lifting a hand to play with your necklace, a spark of excitement flaring within you as Kratos’s eyes followed your movement, trailing slowly over your body. “Make time.”

For a moment, Kratos was still as stone. Then you caught it, the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth, the smallest crack in his perpetually severe expression. He turned fully and began striding back towards you, purpose in his gaze, and heat flared tight in your belly as he closed in on you.

“Wait—” You held up a hand, glancing quickly around. Kratos paused, his gaze firmly on you, and you barely resisted the impulse to throw caution to the wind and have him take you right there. “Follow me.”

Your handmaiden had not returned, nor had any other servants, but you did not want interruptions. You stepped away from the fountain, heading deeper into the gardens, Kratos’s slow footfalls at your back. You felt his eyes burning on, trailing flames over your form, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

You ducked into a small natural alcove, coral and vines and blooms sprawling inside. You exhaled, and the Garden sprung to life around you.

The vines tangled together behind Kratos as he approached, closing you both in the space together. He was so close now, the power radiating from his broad, muscled frame almost tangible. You wanted to reach out, to run your hands over his shoulders, down his chest and toned abdomen, sculpted to perfection, like a statue come to life. Perhaps it showed in your face, as that small smirk tugged at Kratos’s lips again, and you felt your face grow hot.

“You are still dressed.” You found your voice, lifting your chin high, keeping your gaze level with Kratos’s own.

“I am.” Kratos replied, simply, his eyes slipping from yours to trail slowly over your naked form. Your arms stuttered at your sides, reflectively moving to cover yourself, but you forced them still, nervous excitement beginning to crackle in your veins.

“Take it off.” You tried to sound as commanding as possible. You were a Queen, after all. “All of it.”

Kratos looked faintly amused. It was an odd expression for the God of War, but you found you rather liked the way it shaped his face. He did as you bid him, moving with an almost casual air, his armoured pauldron falling to the ground with a dull thud, his gauntlets slipping from his hands and dropping on top with a noisy clank. Kratos did not wear many layers to begin with, but you found your throat turning dry as his strong, nimble fingers began undoing his belt—

Sweet blessed Eros—

Kratos kicked his belt aside, his body now as bare as your own. His eyes met yours, his smirk more pronounced, and he stood tall and still, like a soldier for inspection.

“Do I please you?” 

There was an undeniable note of smugness in the Spartan’s voice, clearly enjoying your reaction. You felt your face flush again, but found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the way Kratos’s body moved, the way he towered over you.

Broad shoulders leading down to thick, powerful arms, large hands that could break a man in half, strong, toned thighs, and wide chest, full pectorals your fingers itched to roam over. Muscles rippled with every movement, flexing and contracting in perfect harmony. His lips, normally a harsh line, looked full and inviting, and you found yourself wondering how they would taste on yours.

You licked your lips, forcing your gaze back to Kratos’s eyes. There was a growing heat in them, one that grew as they ran over your form, the sight igniting a spark of heat deep in your belly. Kratos possessed a brutish, almost cruel beauty, but it was beauty nonetheless.

“I don’t know.” You spoke finally. You lifted a hand, slowly, cautiously, until your fingers lightly brushed the toned planes of his abdomen. He inhaled a sharp, quiet breath, his gaze growing hotter as your palm softly slid upwards. “Will you?”

Kratos made a deep, rumbling noise. It took you a moment to register it was a laugh. His large – large – hand suddenly grasped you waist, yanking you hard against his chest. You gasped, your hands splayed against his chest, the heat of his skin fierce enough to burn. Something hot and hard and big pressed against your hip, and fire began to spill in your gut as you looked up to meet Krato’s burning gaze.

“Yes.” He answered, his voice a low, rough promise.

The back of your knees bumped into the soft coral, Krato’s warm, rough palm sliding from your waist to your thigh as you fell backwards. His hips slid between your thighs, his other hand stroking up your side, guiding you into place. You gasped and arched, the solid, heated muscle of his body suddenly so close sending a pulse of anticipation through you.

“Kratos—” His name tumbled from your lips as a gasp, his large, powerful body between your thighs scattering your thoughts in a sharp burst of flame. Kratos made a deep, pleased noise in his chest, leaning down to press his lips against the racing pulse point of your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, making you gasp and arch against him, your hands grasping his shoulders.

“Hmmmm…” Kratos’s body shook slightly. You realised after a few seconds he was laughing. You flushed, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. He hissed slightly, a flash of naked lust painting his face, and you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pushing with all your might until he rolled onto his back, you perched on top of him.

He let you, undoubtedly, from the way his eyes darkened deliciously at the sight of you on top of him told you, the way his hands roamed up your sides, coming to cup your breasts, his thumb teasing your nipple. A soft moan escaped you, his touch igniting your skin. He growled, leaning upwards, his mouth pressing hot, opened mouth kisses against your chest, and you whined, bucking on top of him.

His hand slid over your waist, and you felt his arousal, inches away from your centre. Kratos groaned, his hips angling, your fingers digging into your flesh—

“Kratos.” You reached down to brush your fingers against the sharp edge of his jaw. He startled, eyes snapping to yours, and for a moment you thought he might pull away. “I want to watch.” The words tumbled out, the pad of your thumb brushing against the fullness of his lip. “I want to watch your face.”

Kratos stared at you, frozen, his hips stilling. His grip tightened, almost painfully, but he remain still, something blazing in his eyes. You feared you crossed some sort of line, but before you could find words, his large hands were sliding over your hips, guiding you downwards, his hot flesh meeting your slick centre.

A gasp spilled from your lips, your back arched, your entire body quivering at the jolt of sensation. Kratos growled under his breath, his abdomen flexing and contracting, his gaze firmly on yours with the intensity of fire. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle, and Kratos snapped his hips upwards, filling you so fully and suddenly you cried out, bucking in his grip.

Merciful fucking Eros—

“Hold.” Kratos hissed through gritted teeth, hands, rough and large and strong, gripped your thighs, holding them at either side of his waist. His breathing quickened, the powerful muscle of his arms tight and flexing. You ran your hands down his chest and up again, fire spilling deep in your belly at the feeling of his body so close but closer you wanted him closer.

“Kratos.” You gasped his name, arching your hips, needing him to move, needing him deeper. “Kratos, please—” You caught the faintest flutter in his eyelids, the slightest bucking of his hip in response to yours, a groan sounding from somewhere deep in his chest. The cracks in his control made your blood boil deliciously, your hands grabbing his shoulders, squeezing as you pushed further against him. “Kratos—!”

“Hold.” He spoke louder and more firmly, pulling you roughly against him. His palm touched your face, firm yet surprisingly gentle as his gaze met yours. You startled, staring at him, his gaze locked on yours.

“…hold.” He spoke again, his thumb flickering against your cheekbone, the faintest caress. He said nothing else, but pulled you upwards, holding you so you were face to face, your chest flush with his.

Warmth flooded your cheeks, and other places, and You breathed out, nodding shakily, hands gripping his wide shoulders. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, his hips began to move, and a gasp fell from your lips as fire burned deep, every movement making your nerves sing.

“Kratos…!”

He growled under his breath, lips parting, his hands gripping your thighs as he rolled his hips, once, twice, over and over, each thrust sending lightning searing through your body. Heat, blazing white hot heat bloomed low in your belly, tendrils licking rapidly upwards making you writhe and cry out. “Kratos…! Kratos—!”

Kratos hissed, his back going rigid, his hips stuttering to a brief halt, before his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you roughly down, hips snapping up and down, fast and brutal, a deep, guttural roar spilling from his lips as pleasure began to overwhelm him. The delicious v of his hips shifting with every thrust, the muscles of his abdomen clenching with every movement. The sight and sensations made your stomach clench, and something burst within you, spilling flames everywhere.

“Kratos—!” Your voice rose to a shout, the world burning a sweet, blissful red, everything blurring to a haze has until all you could feel was Kratos’s body against yours. You threw your head back, a wordless scream of intense pleasure spilling from your lips as your climax crashed over you.

Kratos roared, his face buried between your breasts, his mouth hot against your skin, his hips bucking wildly until his own release hit, sending you both tumbling over the edge together.

-

You and Kratos made love for hours.

The rumours surrounding the God of War stamina had not exaggerated, and you were certain had it not been for your own divine nature you would have been utterly exhausted. Kratos was as determined a lover as he was a warrior, his sole focus seeming to be bringing you to pleasure, with an intensity that threatened to burn you from within.

You eventually collapsed into sweaty tangle of limbs, bodies aching and breathless, your head on Kratos’s chest, his heart thumping rapidly under your ear. His fingers trailed idly up and down your back, so idly you were not certain he was aware he was doing it. He said nothing as he stared up at the canopy, and you said nothing back, not wanting to break the strange, almost peaceful spell you both seemed to have fallen under.

“When will Poseidon return?” Kratos asked after a while, eyes still upwards. You sighed, and aimlessly trailed a fingertip up and down his abdomen, drawing nothings on his skin.

“I do not know. Days, maybe.”

“Hmmm.”

Kratos said nothing else. He rolled on top of you, lightning in his touch, his hips sliding between your thighs, and you both sank into each other once more.

-

Poseidon would return, days later, as you predicted.

He was surprised to find Kratos in his palace, in his Queen’s gardens, sipping ambrosia while you chatted pleasantly at him about the history of Atlantis. Kratos did not seem to be contributing much to the conversation, but he nodded along patiently, and Poseidon swears he almost catches a hint of a smile on the bloodthirsty Spartan’s face.

Poseidon had expected Kratos to leave, and eyes you suspiciously as he entered the Gardens. You smiled brightly and informed him Kratos had been waiting oh so patiently for him to return. He needed his Conch Shell.

Poseidon kept his shell in some temple or another, and bid Kratos should go there. The God of War simply nodded, and turned to leave the palace without a word to the King of the Seas. As he did, your eye met his, and you caught the faintest hint of a smirk, meant for you.

You returned to the Gardens, which felt a little more like yours once more.

[11queensupreme11]

imagine this scenario in baby Percy au:

Poseidon is still getting used to taking care of baby Percy, everything is still strange and new to him

for some reason he is baby percy they are invited to a get-together or a meeting of gods in the underworld, everything goes well until it is time to leave

Poseidon is still getting used to being a father, he literally spent billions of years without worrying about a life completely dependent on him so understandably he forgets that he was with baby Percy and leaves without her (in fact this is quite normal behavior among first-time parents)

he usually went straight home without even remembering that he was a father, he did his chores normally and only realized that he wasn't with his baby when feeding or bedtime arrived

For ONE minute everything would be completely silent for him and then the next moment would come TOTAL despair

Meanwhile baby Percy crawls across the floor without anyone noticing the gods are huge, why would someone six feet tall or taller walk around looking down? and she miraculously doesn't get stepped on by anyone

and then she meets the BEAST... the great CERBERUS

the percy alert is triggered and all the gods are running around like headless chickens looking for baby percy as if their lives depended on it and maybe they do, they get together and think about where was the last place baby percy was seen

and then they remember that it was in the underworld and the next moment several gods are running to the underworld as if they were running away from death from kratos, do you understand the reference?

they are turning everything over, there is not an untouched stone or room in the castle that hasn't been turned over, everything is in chaos until they noticed the strange behavior of the cerberus

Cerberus is lying face up, he doesn't move, he moves as little as possible despite the apparently uncomfortable position, his breathing is light and contained and shallow but despite this his tail is wagging

looking closer they realize why: baby percy is lying on top of Cerberus's chest, she is sleeping comfortably while holding a handful of fur in her little hand

the reason Cerberus is controlling her breathing is because he is trying to prevent the force of his breathing from throwing the baby out of his chest, he has been in an uncomfortable position for hours because he didn't want to risk knocking over or waking the little one but adorable recognition flea that clung to his fur while he took a brief nap

It's a lovely sight and many gods took photos to later pay a painter to paint the image on a painting, relief reigns in the place

except for Poseidon who received the BIGGEST SCORE from his mother and from his older brother, you can bet that during the whole scolding Adamas and Zeus were laughing and recording the whole situation with a state-of-the-art camera, Poseidon left his mother's house with several bumps on his head (like those bumps that appear on the heads of characters in anime after they get hit)

ADGFAGFVSDUFVY WHY DID I JUST IMAGINE POSEIDON AS THE MOM FROM HOME ALONE 😭😭😭😭

i love the thought poseidon just being perfectly calm, until it registers in his head that his baby is missing and he just blue-screens for a minute until:

but broooooooo poseidon would be IN SO MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE

he didn't just leave her in valhalla or midgard, he left her in fucking HELHEIM!!! that's the most dangerous of the three realms, his ass is LUCKY she didn't crawl out of hades palace!!!

granny rhea absolutely needs to banish him to the time-out island for that!!! 😤

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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. 

-

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.

[imaginethatneathuh]

Savior: Baldur - God of War (2018)

Baldur x reader, potential friendship, platonic.

The reader saves Baldur and offers their help.

TW/CW: Mentions of death and murder.

Word Count: 1.4+K

•

Accompanying Kratos and Atreus was dangerous. You had figured that out early on after they had stumbled upon you trying to escape a Draugr attack. The two had saved your life; as such, you couldn’t help but want to try to help them in return. You didn’t have many skills valuable to them, but you did have a keen eye and were more emotionally in tune than your companions. It had prevented a fair few fights. That doesn’t mean they always listened to you, as Atreus and Kratos were an 11-year-old boy and an ancient man the size of a giant from some far-off land. They had their beliefs and thought processes, so no matter how much sense you made, they sometimes ignored your advice. You and Mímir did get along reasonably well, though.

During your travels, you met Baldur. The god had repeatedly attacked your new friends. Thankfully, he didn't see you as much of anything besides a nuisance, and you'd made sure not to be much else.

Despite not caring much about Baldur, you could tell what his mother did to him seriously fucked with his head. It was painfully obvious and hurt to see. Of course, you'd heard of him before; he was a god, after all. But to be faced with his actions and truly listen to his words was something else entirely. You held a sort of sadness in your heart for him, a kinship in some ways. It wasn't pity quite yet, but it was getting there.

So, when Atreus had begged his father to save Freya as Baldur began choking her, you decided to step in. Knowing Kratos, his answer would likely be killing the god. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want that to happen.

"Wait!" You shouted at Baldur.

His bright blue eyes glared at you over his shoulder.

Nervously, you shifted, white-knuckling your bag’s strap.

"You want her to hurt, right?" You asked before licking your lips nervously. You eyed Kratos beside you, a silent way of telling him to stand down. Once you were sure he got the hint, you turned and locked eyes with Baldur again. "If you want her to hurt as much as possible, take it from someone who knows; let her live."

Baldur squinted at you in surprise and confusion. "What?" he asked, completely bewildered—bewildered enough to loosen his grip ever so slightly.

Sucking in a few more breaths before leveling out your breathing.

"Freya is your mother. She loves you with all of her heart. She wants to protect you no matter what. But, now," you said, trailing off. "I mean, come on," you laughed lightly, "Her curse is broken. She's failed to protect you. She has lost you, Baldur. In every way that matters, she has lost you."

Your eyes flickered down to his hands. His firm grip had loosened further as he’d listened to you.

"You kill her now, and she won't get to experience the paranoia and fear that comes with never knowing if you're dead or not. You kill her now, and her days will never be filled with worry and uncertainty. Shit!" You laugh again. "If you kill her now, she won't be able to go to your funeral. What's a worse fate than that!? I mean, seriously, you better than anyone should know that the worst fates aren't the physical but the mental, right? Why get it over with here and now when you can let her stew for years and years and let her feel just a tiny bit of what you felt? Let her live, Baldur, and die knowing that is the worst fate you can give to her." You looked over at Kratos. "You're a parent. How would you feel if that was the fate of you and Atreus?"

Kratos’ stone-set face crunched p ever so slightly as he thought about your words. The mere thought of Atreus dying before him and never knowing was more unnerving than anything he’d felt in a very long time. He was slow to answer, but that wasn’t surprising. "I would rather die than go through that," he replied quietly and honestly.

Atreus blinked in surprise at his father's answer, but a small smile slipped its way forward at his father’s words.

You met Baldur's gaze again, your shoulders pushed back and breathing steady. "See, even Kratos agrees. And getting him to agree with me is stupidly hard." Carefully, you approached him but still maintained a distance. After a beat of silence, you spoke again, "To let her live is to make her suffer.”

Your gaze did not waver from Baldur’s, and he searched for any sign of a lie or trick.

Finding nothing, he nodded, releasing her.

Freya fell with a thud, slightly gripping at her own throat. She took a few unsteady breaths, bracing her arm against the ground.

Baldur did not look at her; he simply walked away, his barren feet making obvious tracks as he left.

You? You just sighed in relief.

"And everybody gets to live another day,” you said before slightly chuckling.

Kratos and you locked eyes briefly. It was enough time for him to nod in approval of your actions, grateful he didn’t have to act, before turning his attention to his son and Freya.

You weren’t sure what your next actions would be, but you knew you were concerned about Baldur. Someone had to check on him. Getting the ability to feel back after years of nothingness must be rough on atrophied senses.

•

Following Baldur's tracks, you walked after him. After getting within visual distance, you jogged to catch up.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, practically hopping to keep up with his rather long strides.

Baldur stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice. Still, he refused to look at you, instead studying the snow and mud on the ground. One of his fists remained solidly clenched while his other hand rubbed against his trousers. His entire face was contorted in some unidentified emotion. He seemed unnerved—maybe frazzled would be a better word? You weren’t sure.

Since he’d stopped, you managed to catch up with him, hopping around his body in an attempt to get him to face you as you spoke. "Look, I know you probably really wanted to kill her, and, ya know, that's probably still an option if you really want to, but letting her suffer is worth it. Trust me. Also, she kinda deserves it, from what I can tell. Overprotective parents kinda suck, ya know? Well, obviously, you'd know, but still…"

You were rambling now, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but continue talking. To you, it felt like if you stopped, Baldur would change his mind and go after Freya—or maybe he’d kill you or something.

You weren’t sure about anything right now, just that you needed to keep talking.

Unfortunately, you weren't paying attention while talking and slipped on some ice.

Just when you thought you were going to end up on your ass, Baldur caught you.

Unsurprisingly, his hands were rough and heavy, but his touch was much gentler than you expected. He was gentler than Kratos usually was, almost like he was afraid of breaking you like he didn’t know his own strength. Baldur studied you for a moment, his hands lingering.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You gave a strained smile, not used to this type of softness from anyone, much less someone you thought didn't care about others. "Peachy. Thanks." You weren’t sure how else to respond.

He hummed before looking at where your bodies connected, at the arms. Baldur's head tilted slightly as his eyes ran up your arms and over your face. His fingers traced your skin as if figuring out what it was.

He knew, of course, but you could tell it was still a foreign feeling.

"Ya know," you said gently, "I-um, if you want, I could help with the whole being thrust back into the world of feeling shit. If you want? It's not like I got much else going on."

Baldur snorted and smiled as he met your gaze. "I- I would appreciate that, actually. I know my family isn't going to be much help."

You gave him another awkward smile and nodded. "Cool. Cool. Um, you can let go now, though."

He stepped away, snow crunching beneath his feet. "Sorry."

[blue-aurora-nora]

Sindri x F!Reader | I Love You

"I don't know why the Hel you don't just confess to 'er," Brok thought aloud. He brought his mallet down onto the red hot metal, flipping it around to study his work, "It's obvious she likes ya back." He brought his mallet down upon the metal again.

Sindri snapped his head towards his brother, slamming his chest close, "That-!" He collected himself with a deep breath, lowering his tone, "That is not true. (Y/N) and I... We're just...good friends." He corrected delicately.

Brok turned to look at his brother with an unimpressed gaze, "Bullshit! Ya'll both got them goo goo eyes whenever ya'll get together!" He turned back to his work with a grimace, "'S disgustin."

Sindri's eyes widened at that, an incredulous look on his face as he put his hands on his hip, "Goo goo eyes?! There must be dust in your eyes, because that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in all my years of living."

"If he's got dust in his eyes, mine must be caked."

Both dwarves turned at the familiar voice.

Mimir greeted them both as he was placed on the dinner table.

Kratos strolled forward. He looked to be deep in thought. He unsheathed his blades and gave them to Brok for upgrades.

"Ah, Kratos." Sindri greeted. Atreus followed into the house soon after, "And Atreus! Welcome back! How was the mission?" Sindri asked nervously, hoping that the subject of you and him would be dropped.

"Fine." Kratos answered simply.

"Unlike your love life, it would appear." Mimir teased.

Sindri frowned, shoulders tensing, "There is no love life."

"There could be!" Mimir added jovially.

Atreus raised an eyebrow at the two, settling his gaze on Sindri's slumped frame, “Who's this about?" The young teen hadn't heard anything about Sindri having a love. This was his first time hearing anything.

"No one!" Sindri blurted just as Brok and Mimir answered over him simultaneously, "(Y/N)."

The germaphobe dwarf's composure drooped even more. This entire situation was hopeless, it seemed. There was no use denying it.

"Who's (Y/N)?" Atreus asked.

"A woman that my lovesick brother's been in love with since the World Tree came to be." Brok explained, working diligently on Kratos' blades, "Every time she comes 'round, his pheromones stink up the place!"

Sindri jumped at that, mouth gaping, "Pheromones?! Brok, that's just ridiculous! Don't say that in front of them!" He scolded, sighing tiredly when all he got back as an answer was a laugh.

He walked over to the dinner table with a long sigh and sat down, "It's true though... I've... liked (Y/N) for a very long time now... but it wouldn't work."

"Ohh, what makes you say that?" Mimir asked confusedly.

From what he understood, both of you had mutual feelings for each other. So, why was Sindri now saying that it wouldn't work?

After a few moments of silence, Sindri answered, "I... I can't touch her... Every time I try...I..." His voice wobbled, "I get too overwhelmed... We can't have a relationship like that. It wouldn't work."

How could he truly show his love for you if his fears overshadowed them?

"You'd rather wallow in regret?" Kratos asked rhetorically. He sat down at the dinner table across from the dwarf, a serious look on his face, "Do you truly love this woman?" Sindri nodded feverishly, "Then go to her. Tell her how you feel. If she feels for you just as much, both of you will find a way."

Sindri stayed quiet for a moment, deep in thought from Kratos' words.

Maybe he was right. He should just confess to you.

The worst thing you could say was no.

Or go in for a kiss... He would probably vomit if you did. He almost gagged just from the thought.

Standing tall, Sindri thanked Kratos and made way for the door. He needed to tell you right now.

Just as he left out his home, the realm door glowed briefly and you passed through it. You dusted your clothes off from nonexistent dust and looked up, visibly brightening when you saw Sindri standing just a few feet away.

"Sindri!" You called out happily, practically gliding your way over, "It’s been so long! How have you been? I'm sorry for not coming sooner," You rambled, “Some things came up that I had to take care of."

The dwarf waved away the apology, "No, don't be sorry! I'm just really-" He gulped, feeling his stomach drop suddenly, "I'm really happy to see you, (Y/N)."

"Me too. Let's go inside! I want to see Brok!" You told him, beginning to walk towards his home.

Sindri whipped around, sprinting in front of you with his arms out, "Wait! Wait, (Y/N)!" You stopped, staring at him with raised eyebrows. His fiddled his gloved fingers together and took a deep breath, "There's something… important I need to tell you."

You nodded understandably, “As do I, you go first.”

He took another deep breath, mentally preparing himself.

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

He repeated the action multiple times and you squinted at him.

“Sindri, are you okay?” You asked slowly.

The dwarf could feel his confidence melting away. His head lowered and his gaze was now downcast.

Why couldn’t he get any of his words out? Why was confessing so hard to do?

How did you fall in love with someone like him?

You seemed to somehow understand his inner turmoil and stepped forward slightly. You kept your eyes on everything but Sindri as you spoke, “Sindri… I think I know what you’re going to say.” You said.

Sindri looked up at you, “Really?”

“Yes. And I feel the same way. You’re someone special to me.”

Sindri brightened at the wording, “You’re special to me too.” That was much easier to say than ‘I love you’ yet it felt just as powerful.

You both sat in a comfortable silence, glancing into one another’s eyes every so often.

“Are you really okay with this?” Sindri asked you carefully, “Even if I can’t touch you?”

“Of course I’m okay with this, Sindri. We can find other ways to love each other. I know we can.”

And you both did.

Sindri was able to build a special pair of bracelets with a special stone for you both to wear that would send gentle vibrations to the other whenever tapped.

Thankfully, Sindri found that he could use it as a loophole to kiss you, bringing the bracelet to his lips whenever he had the chance.

You’d feel it vibrate against your wrist and then bring it to your lips, returning the kiss back to Sindri.

That was how you both said good morning, good night and most importantly;

I love you.

[child0feden]

ACT OF LOVE

just remembered the god of war lore about kratos carving a flute for calliope and it just… i know i have forced my dad! pelle and god of war parallels on everyone way too much already but does anyone else think he would do something similar?

i just think if his daughter or son ever wanted to learn an instrument like the flute or really anything else, he would absolutely try to make it by hand for them or at least personalise it and make it unique for them… so that they would have one of a kind, just as he wants them to know that they are one of a kind, they are unique.. he would carve little patterns into the wood, maybe even carve their favourite animal or flower and engrave their initials somewhere too…

dad! pelle would sand the wood down for damn near hours to make sure there is absolutely zero chance of them getting a little splinter in their finger from playing the instrument, no matter how much of a small thing a splinter may be, if pelle can stop them from getting one, he absolutely will!

honestly, i just think dad! pelle would get into wood carving in general, it sort of branched off from his little crafts with animal bones because he realised how much more he could make with wood! he carves his children little animals and birds, little storage containers for their baby teeth to go in and so on… anything they want, he will make it for them! and let me not just ignore you, the true love of his life, absolutely not! he has definitely carved little things dedicated to you and given them to you, wether it be your side profile or your favourite animal… he always gets so bashful and shy when you praise his work and set them atop the mantelpiece, displaying them in your house as if they’re a work of art which to you and his babies? his little wooden creations are a work of art and you never fall short of telling him that, always laughing as you watch a deep red blush overtake his pale face…

dad! pelle just loves his babies so much and always wants them to know how incredibly special they are to him, how much they changed his life for the better and how thankful he is to you for giving him his babies, for opening his heart and showing him how much there is to live for in his life!

it seems that my brain will forever be infested with thoughts of dad! pelle <3

[tatarthekaiju-blog]

(An au for my main ship Kradall :3. Warning : Grief and character death ) (English is not my first language. if there’s any error in this fic. I’m sorry 😢 )  After long years of losing Kratos from Ragnarok War (Around 10+ years ). Heimdall decided to stay alone at his husband house in Midgard. Atreus and his beloved, Angrboda. They moved to live in Jotunheim. They also bring mimir with them. 

  One day, Atreus came to visit heimdall.

He would come to visit his old house every years. Cleaning and fixing what would be broken. And he also look after heimdall after losing his love. (+ visit his dogs too)  This time atreus came alone.  And fully grew up as an adult man with giant genes.   Heimdall knew atreus will come.  "Your true owner is coming, girls." He said with spike and svanna. Those dogs were aged than before but still healthy. Spike turn her head around, Trying to looking for an adult giant who was coming to visit them. "I know, I should say hi" Animal's emotion is easier to read and understand. not like from human. Heimdall felt svanna's thought. So he answered her back. Then he came. Loki of Jotun. First he noticed was his height. He's..so tall, taller than him and his father. Then his eyes. An icy blue which he got from his mother. Faye. But that was not a point.  Those shape of atreus's nose and eyes.  It reminded him.  Kratos. "Hi" Deep and loud voice call him from his thought. Heimdall left from those dogs and open a gate, let atreus came in. "Hi" The Jotun told him to wait in the house. He would come to say hello to his dogs and went back to talking with him soon. After that, Atreus came back to his old house. They look like the same as he left, after his father died.  "How are you, Heim?"  The god of foresight turn his face from a book he was reading. with no any emotions on his face " Fine...as usual" "There's no much thing for this old god to do with" He said then move to table that stand at the middle of the house.  "Won't you try to chop wood? My father liked to do it when he had no important thing to deal with" The God of foresight sat on an old chair. "That's not count" because that was what he had to do it for every winters.  "How are mimr and your wife?" Mentioning to atreus's wife. A bright smile show off.  "Mimir is fine and trying to learn painting by using his mouth on a brush" Heimdall foreseen what would be look like. A small giggle came out from his throat. "And angrboda... We ... are having a baby!" "This baby must be as ugly as you" "C'mon heim!" They laugh. Then they were quiet. Until heimdall look at atreus's face. Again.  An eyes...A nose "You look like him" His hand, smaller and paler than jotun. He used his left hand touched at atreus's face, gently. Atreus did nothing. He lets his father's lover touched. Sadness in hemdall's eyes were screaming. "You are grown up well" "Your father would be proud" Then a hand of jotun touched his hand back. "I know" And answered back with deep voice. "Kratos would be happy for seeing you growing well..." His thumb stroked on atreus's chin then moved to his cheek. Heimdall kept doing this until he felt his eyes had something happen. A heat moved from nose to eyes. A wet liquid blur an eyesight. " I miss him, You know" An image of adult atreus was shaking in heimdall's eyesight. He was seeing his lover...  "Me too..." An adult jotun moved his hand to grab heimdall's hand slowly. He squeezed. Not much to making the god of foresight hurt. He was trying to soothing a god who was nearly crying. But then. Heimdall cried. After hadn't cried so hard for several years. After losing what he finally found.  ------------- Grief! heimdall? Yes!. I love writing character losing and having grief to someone whom they miss and love the most. 🥺 🥺

[july13th2004]

A Quiet Morning

Characters/Relationships: Kratos Aurion, Anna Irving, Kratos/Anna, Kranna

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive Themes (Making Out/Shirtless Kratos)

Word Count: 1286

Mirror Link: AO3 | Pixiv

Summary: It was these quiet mornings spent in bed where he could simply hold her close that he cherished the most since returning to the now reunited world. Fate had somehow allowed him this second chance with her, and he wasn’t about to waste any single moment spent with her.

Author’s Note: I really just wrote this because I wanted to write something set in the same AU as ‘Forever Yours’ (which you can read here, on whatever site suits you, just fair warning that the fic does contain smut. So if that’s not your thing, skip to the part that reads One Year Later, or basically the end of the fic). This one takes place a couple months after the end of ‘Forever Yours’. I also just really wanted to write them kissing/making out (which I realized recently I haven’t really written a scene of them doing the latter)...😅

Also, I am planning on finally writing and posting the prequel to ‘Forever Yours’ sometime this summer, hopefully (not going to guarantee it, though, and I’m already behind on my current writing schedule, so...).

     “I love you…” Anna spoke sleepily as she turned her head to give Kratos’ bare chest a kiss.

     Kratos leaned in to kiss the top of her head in response while his hands gently rubbed her back and her arm. He hoped he would never tire of hearing those three potent words from her, especially now that they had the rest of their lives to spend together. It was these quiet mornings spent in bed where he could simply hold her close that he cherished the most since returning to the now reunited world. Fate had somehow allowed him this second chance with her, and he wasn’t about to waste any single moment spent with her.

     “Good morning, my dear.” He kissed the crown of her head again.

     She pressed her cheek further into his chest and let out a contented sigh.

     “Kratos?” Anna asked with a hint of expectancy in her voice.

     “Hm?”

     “Say it…”

     Kratos let out a soft laugh before planting another kiss on top of her head, “I love you too, my dear. Always.”

     She sighed contentedly again while nuzzling her cheek against his chest, “There, that's better…”

     He chuckled softly again as his lips found the crown of her head and peppered her with a few more soft, gentle kisses.

     “It seems you still enjoy using my chest as your personal pillow, my dear.” Kratos murmured in a teasing manner against her hair.

     “Well, your chest just so happens to be equal parts soft and firm. And it’s a different feeling from this pillow that I slept on during all those years that we were apart. A feeling that I’d greatly missed…” Anna murmured matter of factly as she turned her head again to plant another kiss on his chest.

     Kratos slowly laid his head back against his pillow and let out another soft laugh, “I suppose that means I haven’t been training enough lately.”

     She brought her head up to look at him as he tilted his head to meet her gaze, “And for what reason would you have to train now?”

     He reached up to cup her face as she sat up further and propped her forearms on his chest, “To protect you. There are still monsters roaming about this reunited world, my dear.”

     Her eyes widened slightly, “What do you mean by that, Kratos?”

     “Well, I was planning to show you around Tethe’alla soon…” His thumbs lightly rubbed her cheeks as he held her face in his hands.

     “Really?”

     “Yes, my dear, really. I would like for us to head out sometime early next year.”

     She nearly squealed with joy and excitement as she all but threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as he returned her embrace, his lips finding and kissing her temple. When she brought her head up, she gave him a bright grin before cupping his face and crushing her lips to his. The couple lost themselves in the melding of each other's lips. Their lips moved in rhythmic time while their tongues touched and intertwined with each other. Kratos continued to hold her tightly as their lips remained locked in a passionate dance, his fingers digging in and bunching up the fabric of her nightgown while her hands moved to trail slowly down the column of his neck.

     He smiled into their still passionately locked lips, his hands and fingers trailing and tangling through her bob-length locks while he rolled them both over until she was on her back and he was hovered over her. Her hands and fingers gently brushed up and down the sculpted, taut muscles of his chest and biceps along the upper half of his arms. His hands caressed her cheeks when the two had to part for air. She let out a soft laugh as her hands reached up to run through his spiky, auburn colored hair for a few moments before she brought his head down until his forehead touched hers.

     “There was another thing I also wanted to ask you about, my dear.” Kratos spoke as he gave her that trademark gentle smile of his.

     “What is it?” Anna inquired as she looked up at him and gave him a curious look.

     Kratos rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his arm.

     “I was thinking that, after our travels around Tethe’alla, we could perhaps move out of here and move to Luin.” He reached out to take his other hand in one of hers, his thumb lightly brushing across her knuckles, “Would you be all right with that, my dear?”

     Her eyes widened and began to water as her mouth fell agape in surprise. She then all but threw her arms around him again and hugged him tightly.

     “Of course I’m all right with that, Kratos!” Anna exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled, as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, where her lips gave him a soft kiss.

     Kratos returned her tight embrace, his lips finding and kissing her temple again. When the two parted from each other, she laid back down against the mattress and her pillow and reached up to cup his cheek. He placed his hand that had been holding hers moments earlier on her hip while he propped his head up again with his other hand and arm.

     “Oh, I am so, so happy about this! I never thought I would get to see Luin again. My hometown…” Anna said as her thumb brushed across his cheek.

     “There’s something I wanted to show you once we arrive there, too, my dear.” Kratos mentioned as he gave her hip a light squeeze.

     “Ah, that’s right. You had said something before about Lloyd being involved with rebuilding the town after it was burned down. I can’t wait for you to show me everything!”

     She then sat up and briefly cupped his face before crushing her lips to his again. The two again lost themselves in the melding of each other’s lips while he pulled her closer until she was almost flush against him.

     “I love you… So, so much…” Anna murmured against his lips.

     “I love you too, my dear…” Kratos gave her a gentle smile once their lips parted from each other, then brought his head down until his forehead touched hers once again.

     She laid back down and let her head gently fall against her pillow, her gaze still locked on his.

     “Ah… I can't wait! We'll have to start planning what we'll need for essentials soon. But for now…” Anna spoke as she let out a soft yawn.

     Kratos gave his wife a gentle, knowing smile, moving his hand up from her hip to cup her cheek.

     “...You would like to stay in bed for a couple more hours.” He finished for her as his thumb softly brushed across her cheek.

     “Yes, and preferably while cuddling with you. …And using your chest as my personal pillow again.” She softly giggled.

     Kratos gave her another gentle smile before he brought his lips down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. He then took her into his arms and peppered her forehead and the crown of her head with more gentle kisses as she snuggled up against his chest. She let out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep. His lips planted one last soft kiss on the top of her head before he, too, drifted off to sleep. They had much to look forward to in the coming months, and years ahead, and he was perfectly content with sharing more of these quiet, simple mornings with her.

[angyvalentine]

So this morning I had some fun with random prompts generators (ya know, I don't mind cute ideas for Kratos and Lys) aaand this is what I got:

First one. I laughed WAY TOO HARD AHAHAHAH-

Well, SH%T.

Domestic fluff is what I LIVE FOR for them-

Hell YES PLS (it'd suit fine my modern!AU setting tbh)

Hell YES #2

I can't I LOVE THEM SO MUCH-

[angstandhappiness]

DUDE very nice

@user1286 #BRRROOOOO OMGGGG#TH THISSS#TH I S S#T H IS. S S#I Hope they all live wonderful happy lives as a normal functional family#they hurt me (╥_╥)

@valcorybs #NO BECAUSE THE WAY ZEUS RIPPED EVERYTHING FROM THESE PEOPLE#the more i think about it the more i wanna chew through glass#idc kratos was justified in killing zeus idc idc#that bitch had his dumbass son kidnap his other son and traumatized his OTHER son for the rest of his life#forced callisto to not tell either of her kids who their father was#then proceeded to curse her the moment she DID tell Kratos#WHICH FORCED THAT POOR FUCKING MAN TO KILL HIS OWN MOTHER#AFTER HE HAD ALREADY KILLED HIS WIFE AND CHILD#like bro#zeus did everything in his power to be the most killable person in Kratos' life and had the mfing AUDACITY to taunt him multiple times#and look i know Kratos did a lot of terrible things. but.#zeus had it coming

@rhubarbspring #ooough i love them. they all deserved better#they deserved a vacation to crete and laugh and play and eat delicious food ;-;#deimos is just a little baby 🥺 looks so much like atreus#kratos is a strong & protective child and tries to shoulder lots of responsibility - he does so for his family. but he's still a kid 😢#callisto is 🎶A SINGLE MOM WHO WORKS TWO JOBS WHO LOVES HER KIDS AND NEVER STOPS#WITH GENTLE HANDS AND A HEART OF A FIGHTEEER 🎶

@kraptos #FAMILY.

@lokis-wager #haha nothign bad is gonna happen to them :) :) :)#these 2 bois are gonna be best friends forever#they are going to make it throug life safe and happy#*screams and cries and sobs and throws up and shakes*

@dr-carbomb #and then nothing bad happened ever

@supercityboys #then they lived totally normal happy lives#nothing happened to Deimos Castillo Kratos Atreus Lysandra or Calliope#everything horrible and bad did happen to Zeus tho

@conkeybong #what a nice happy family i’m sure absolutely nothing bad will happen to any of them :)

@metallica-requiem #family…

@fahrennheit #little guys!!!!

@dreadfuldevotee #and everyone is happy :)))

@ace-memelord #on my knees begging. scratching under your door for more callisto content

@glados-apologist #aww what a lovely family portrait#surely nothing awful will befall them

@agaygoutguy

Someone get little kratos some shoes!

deimos, callisto, and kratos

[twohundredpower]

@originskey said:

↪                      The box is given to Lloyd with a smile. He's not even going to attempt to make chocolate, not when he can buy it in this modern era. But the young swordsman gets a box of milk chocolates with different fillings, all shaped like little hearts. It's a nice feeling, being able to buy candy for your kids... One of those little things he enjoys about living here.

"This is for you. Don't eat them all in one sitting. Have a good time with Zelos."

Truth be told, Lloyd was genuinely surprised to see Kratos that day-- but all that showed on his face was absolute joy that his father had appeared before him now. Without missing a beat, Lloyd swung his arms around the older man in a giant hug; grinning from ear to ear.

"Heheh, I won't! Don't worry! I wanna enjoy these, so I'll take my time with 'em-- maybe I'll even share with Zelos if he behaves today," a laugh followed his words, clearly indicating that he meant that as a joke-- but his expression soon softened, the excitement in his voice toning down ever so slightly.

"Thanks, dad. I'm glad I got to see you. I was about to go leave some flowers for mom's stone at our place-- you've probably already said hi to her today, but if you're not busy, did you wanna come?" Sure, this day was mostly about romantic love.. but all forms of the emotion were important to Lloyd-- so if he could spend part of his day with his family, then he wouldn't need anything else.

[kylewon-kenobi]

Spice up your home decor.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just got back from “Thor: Love and Thunder”. Overall, I thought it was a solid movie. Nothing groundbreaking, but I had a blast at the theaters. It was like a heavy metal music video but as a movie, which works due to music choices. For a grade...let’s say a solid B? It’s a perfectly fine movie and it leaves you wanting more.

Some other, random observations:

1) I did not expect “Sweet Child O’Mine” to actually be a spoiler for the movie.

2) Christian Bale definitely stole this movie. There was just something so eerie about his performance. His character was like Pennywise meets Kratos. 

3) I liked how the theme of love vs. hatred was used throughout the movie. For example, you have a character like Gorr, the embodiment of hatred, who lives in a realm that’s devoid of color. While an interesting stylistic choice, this also plays into the theme of love and hatred since Gorr started losing his color once he gave into his hatred.  

4) The guy playing Hercules looks almost exactly like the character in the comics. Good casting there. 

5) I was not expecting an actual ass shot from Chris Hemsworth. I thought there was going to be a funny way of censoring him, but no. It’s surprising that Disney would give the okay on that scene.

6) You can tell that Natalie Portman isn’t used to acting as an action hero. There was a certain stiffness to her acting, like she wasn’t playing to her usual strengths. Honestly, even though her acting was a little stiff, it worked for the character since this was Jane Foster’s first time as a superhero. 

7) The screaming goats gag was so stupid, but I laughed every time it happened. I don’t know, there’s something about goats screaming that just cracks me up.