#atreus imagine

[nin-ei]

Save me God of War Ragnarok (Prints available here)

[queer-irritator]

Imagine Kratos discovers it's your Birthday...

Kratos finds out when your birthday is. He has fond memories of celebrating birthdays and other holidays as a child. It was perhaps the only time he was surrounded by joy and he had a break from spartan training.

You told Kratos to not make a big deal about your birthday. All you wanted was to spend time with him, Atreus and your friends, and share a meal together.

However, Kratos’ Greek hospitality and love for you would not allow him to settle for a small celebration. 

The weeks leading up to your birthday, he’d keep an eye out on his excursions to find gifts for you. Any artifacts, jewelry, or pottery he thought you would like got scooped up and taken back home.

He would also go out of his way to gather any supplies and ingredients he needed to give you a proper celebration.

One month before your birthday, Kratos had gotten some grapes, honey, and spices to make up a bottle of wine so it would be ready just in time for your birthday.

The night before your birthday he would sneak out of bed to bake you a classic honey cake, as tradition from his homeland. He would add something extra to make it special, maybe some nuts, fruit, or wine. Whatever he thought you would like the best. 

The morning of your birthday Kratos would enter the room the two of you shared, holding a cake with as many candles as years you’ve been alive, plus one. 

Kratos would tell you, “Χρόνια Πολλά, Ό,τι επιθυμείς” meaning Happy Birthday; that he wishes you many more years to celebrate, and that all your hopes and desires come true.

You would thank him and blow out your candles, wishing for every birthday to start out this way.

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A/N: It’s my birthday today, so I did some online digging about how long birthdays have been celebrated and if the ancient greeks celebrated birthdays. I found out they probably would have, at least around the time Kratos was growing up, somewhere in early 500BCE. This is all just random internet searches, not meant to be taken too seriously of course. I found that they may have started to celebrate mortals birthdays (not just gods) at least around 200BCE. They would bake cakes in the shape of the moon and but candles on it and light them so it shone like the moon as well. This was used as an offer to the goddess Artemis, the goddess of childbirth. Apparently the Greeks were always known to throw good parties with lots of gifts, wine and cake, so let’s turn up.

[1ndivara]

KLYTEMNESTRA & AGAMEMNON (CIRCA 500 BC)

inspired by "judith with the head of holofernes" by louis finson (1574-1617 AD)

[arleniansdoodles]

A little something inspired by Calliope’s adventures in Ironwood! Here she’s standing with Angrboda and one of the Giants I pulled from the myths: Eggdér, wolf-herder of the Jötnar.

In the Völuspá, Eggþér (or Egðir, which I find more visually pleasing loll) is a herder of the giantess in Ironwood, which is most likely a reference to Angrboda. He raises the kinfolk of Fenrir, and joyfully plays his harp while the red rooster Fjalarr crows to herald the onset of Ragnarök. Given that he’s mentioned with Angrboda, I just had to make him one of the returned Giants in my fic!

Since he’s a herder, I imagine all those wolves who led Atreus to Angrboda were actually Eggdér’s, but he bid them to watch over her if he was ever absent. He also plays a harp, so I gave him an affinity with music, and a possible teacher for Calliope given her own goddess-y musical abilities. As for his dynamic with her (and with Atreus), that’ll be revealed more in the story! XDD

Oh, and I should probably mention that Kratos and Sindri won’t be the only father/uncle/guardian figures in Calliope’s life lmaoo

[mandersie]

Recently came back from a trip and was having a very tough artblock; had a lot of trouble to work on commissions. So I made this warmup of Dad of War to get back in the drawing zone 

[cassofnowhere]

There’s this little sidequest on GOW 2018 where a ghost promises to help them talk with the dead, if they help him. Atreus is excited bc now he believes he can talk to his mother, while Kratos is extremely weary and warns Atreus that the spirit is lying and his mother is GONE.

Anyway, there’s this moment where Kratos asks Atreus what he wants to say to his mother and he answer something like “tell her about our adventures, that we’re okay, that everything is working out”. It’s very sweet. Then I think Atreus asks what he wants to tell Faye and Kratos is like “nothing. There was nothing left to say”, and I bet that brought him comfort and a sense of closure, but then the end of the game happens and PLOT TWIST! Faye was not who she said she was! She had so many secrets it makes one’s head spin, and that sense of closure is gone. Suddenly, there’s so much to say that will be left unsaid.

It gets to me. I think Kratos writes in his journal how much he wishes to just talk to Faye again, and although he never EVER says as much, I imagine how it must hurt to find out he didn’t knew her at all. Or at least there’s this BIG part of her life, of herself that she kept hidden and he will never fully know. God, it must eat him inside (or at least me).

The Vanaheim sidequest when we learn about her fight with Thor…god, I always find it a little sad. How Kratos keeps denying that Faye had anything to do with it until the evidence becomes too much to ignore. This part where he insists Faye didn’t drink bc she never did it with him….but it becomes clear she did drink in the past, he just didn’t knew about it. It breaks my heart to watch Kratos find out through third parties about his wife’s life, the woman he loved.

And none of this will never be resolved. He can’t get angry with her for keeping secrets bc she’s dead. There’s no point in resenting the dead. He can’t sit with her and ask why, he can’t sit with her and ask for more. She can’t tell those stories herself and I think that’s what hurts the most. There’s always going to be a part of Faye that’s going to shrouded in mystery.

That’s what I feel defines Faye and Kratos in the end. This lack of closure. That they needed at least one last, long conversation so they could finally say EVERYTHING that needs to be said. It breaks my heart that Kratos will never get that.

And I know what is important they do know. That they loved each other deeply. Faye keeping secrets doesn’t mean what they had, what they shared wasn’t real…but still!!!!

[stupidrant]

if kratos and freya were to marry that means everyone from aesir royal family to kratos’ line is a family member of each other ����😭😭 angrboda and atreus being married would make them baldur, thor, heimdall and tyr’s siblings, forseti, magni, modi and thrud’s uncle and aunt and hel being born would mean shes their cousin 🤨

[mangk0]

not me realizing that when atreus goes off on his own at the end of the game his theme is played in the STYLE of kratos's theme.

whenever we hear atreus's theme in game its fast, energetic, and small enough to keep up with him. at the end of the game when he leaves, its slow, slightly more orchestrated (like additional drums n such), and just generally feels BIGGER (nevermind that its closely followed BY KRATOS'S MOTIF), but still kept mainly to atreus's instruments.

hes taking a part of kratos with him as he leaves just like he promised, and we can see it in how his theme is played, and this is SUCH a stretch but im insane im dying letting go has a CHOKEHOLD on me guys i

if we get an atreus game, i am literally BEGGING for there to be bits and pieces of kratos's motif or echoes of his style of music in atreus's theme, what a fucking sick way to reference back to the norse games RIGHT

[countlessofvoids]

Just wanted to say that I don't think either Angrboða nor Atreus were in the wrong during their interactions. They're literaly just two kids with limited socialization meeting another peer. Both have pure intentions. The only "negative" moments were misunderstandings, Atreus' impulsiveness or Angrboða's overall carefulness caused by her ''desire" to make sure she fulfills the prophecy that she grew up believing is her only purpose

[feathered-serpents]

I finished Atreus adult/Egypt design lines and he's taken EVERY ounce of my energy so far so I'm posting him here with Angrboda's lines hoping to see them standing together like this will make me want to see them standing together finished

It is somewhat working stay tuned

[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

[aeinnaie]

uhrm

Ymir's finger spotted? :/

[nyx-isaway]

Kratos is the kind of guy to make you gifts instead of buying you something

[arleniansdoodles]

I felt like drawing some more Sindri+Calliope feels, so here you go! Sindri never thought that he’d open his heart to someone ever again, but lo and behold, he was wrong XDD

[limblesstar]

i love shooting the shit with eli bc ive somehow convinced myself that his favourite character is odysseus so whenever we hang out i bring up odysseus and we make the stupidest aus imaginable

[savior-of-humanity]

[ OUT ] for Arti and Atreus... but consider, reversed.

The Rain was coming.

Atreus had been totally unfamiliar with it before they had traveled down from Five Pebble's shell a few cycles ago, but he had been very quick to learn just how much of a threat it was. Nothing that lived below the clouds, from the lowly bat-fly to the mighty Vulture, was safe from the danger once it started, as the torrential rains were so powerful and deadly that anything caught in the downpour for too long was crushed to death. Caverns and structural interiors offered no safety, either; anywhere else the rainfall couldn't reach, the rising floodwaters would quickly drown. The only thing that could protect a creature from such destruction was a shelter.

And he had no idea where that was.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem; Artificer knew the lay of the land far better than he did, and usually she was the one to point the way whenever they had to retire for the cycle. But she was in no condition for that now.

They'd been ruthlessly hunted by Scavenger kill-squads, and while she was perfectly capable of dispatching them, their numbers were so numerous and frequent that she had utterly exhausted herself, sparks and smoke still clinging to her fur. Walking, let alone running, was completely out of the question - he could already tell she was struggling to just stay awake. He could probably carry her on his back in his current form, but considering that he wasn't fully grown, he wasn't sure if he could make it in time with her weight on top of him.

So he did the only thing he could think of in the moment; he shifted back into human form, scooped her up into his arms, and ran for his life.

The earth trembled beneath his feet. The very heavens almost seemed to roar as the rainfall grew stronger, battering against his skin and clothes like hail. The world was ending all around him, and still he kept running - putting his own body between what sounded like Ragnarok all over again and Artificer. She'd done so much for him, he had no doubt that she'd do the same favor for him, but it was about time he return the sentiment for once.

For some ungodly reason, some Scavengers still stick around even despite the torrential downpour threatening to crush anything still stupid enough to linger on the surface. Whether they just couldn't run away in time or were foolish enough to take a shot at slaying them both, he didn't know, but he didn't stop. Not for them, not for the spears that found themselves lodged into his flesh, not even for the rain that battered and bruised him with the strength of stones.

He sees what he's looking for; a box-shaped symbol over a pipe entrance, just barely big enough for him to squeeze into. He has to stop to rip the spears out of his flesh, body hunched over both from the sheer strength of the ever-worsening rainfall and the effort he took to protect Artificer from it. He knew that if he'd been in his previous form, they both would be dead at this point. Still, he manages to crawl inside just before the rain worsens to the point where it would've crushed even him flat.

The shelter is large by a slugcat's standards, but in reality it's still rather small for a young human like himself - at the very least, it had enough space to accommodate them both. Atreus wheezes a bit as he settles into a comfortable position, with Artificer's exhausted form resting in his lap; the wounds ache, and he knows his skin is going to be a painted canvas of bruises just from the rain, but he at least has the luxury of being able to heal from them.

Outside, the roar of the rain is but a distant, comforting din - he can't help but think of summer Midgard rains, and he allows the noise to lull his tired body into a deep sleep.