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Chapter Five

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The night had passed, without Atreus coming home.

You stayed with the group, waiting for the boy. But obviously, he wasn't return. There was no way he would have made it to Asgard. Is not it? Your gaze rested on Tyr. He spent all his time cooking and locking himself in his broom closet. When was he going to get his act together? You groaned, running your hands over your face. Maybe you had to accept the fact that your husband will never be the same again. Maybe you needed to turn the page and move on.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Kratos and Mimir talking. The Greek God of War entered the room, Mimir hanging from his belt.

"The Norns," Kratos began as he approached Freya. "You found them once. Could you do so again?"

"I could try, but…," Freya began, taking down her herbs to approach the small table. "I don't see how that would-"

"They are the Fates of these lands, are they not? I would know what they know."

“The Norns aren't very cooperative,” you said, approaching the two Gods.

"How can you know it?" asked Mimir perplexed.

"I found them too. And this meeting… wasn't exactly the most pleasant."

"As long as I find them," Kratos replied. “Where do we search?”

“Midgard,” Freya replied. "But if Atreus is in Asgard, there's no getting him back without an army. We should be raising one."

“Yes, nothing like a catastrophic war to improve the situation,” commented Tyr, who entered the room. "The boy seems quite capable, perhaps if you simply give him some time-"

"You are not free of blame here," Kratos cut in, turning to the Norwegian God of War. "You encouraged his foolishness, his… confusion. I do not seek war… but if Odin has stolen my son, do not doubt the lengths I will go to."

“Your nature has always been clear, Kratos…,” Tyr replied calmly before turning his attention to you and Freya. "But you, Freya… (Y/N)… war as a first resort? That's not the women I knew. I hope the Norns can give you the counsel you need. Perhaps mine is no longer of use here. "

Tyr walked away, followed quickly by Freya. Explaining that now was not the time to further divide. You slammed your hands on the small table, cursing under your breath. Tyr was serious? He dared to say that you were not the woman he had known. In rage, you threw the table against the wall. Breaking the furniture into small pieces. You heard Mimir ask you to calm down, but you didn't listen to him. You quickly approached Tyr and Freya. The Goddess quickly stood up upon seeing your nightmarish form. You were angry.

"You dare to say that I'm not the woman you knew?! You dare to say such a thing?! It's not me or Freya who have changed, but you. You are not Tyr. You don't A coward who hides in a broom cupboard, the Tyr that I know, my husband, wouldn't hesitate for a single second to take his weapons to go fight… you were terrified in front of a child who turned into a grizzly. You are the one who decided to go to Asgard when I asked you to stay with me. But no, you went to see Odin and this is the result. 'Besides, there are some things that bother me. You could have escaped from the Svartalfheim mine alone. There were no dwarves and no Einherjars. You could have escaped easily, without causing any harm. not have done it?”

Tyr looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to answer you. The others observed the interaction without saying anything

"There's something you're hiding from us, husband. I don't know what, but I have a feeling it's something we won't like," you say, moving closer to Tyr. “Are you really Tyr?”

"Of course!" Tyr exclaimed as he stood up, forcing you to step back. "You doubt me?"

“Everyone here doubts you,” you replied, gesturing to the others with a wave of your hand. "You may have had a peaceful journey in your youth. But that's no excuse to stop fighting for your beliefs. Even you were against Odin before. Is he manipulating you right now? moment?"

"What?! No!" he replied, stepping back.

“Why are you running away?” you asked, watching as Tyr walked towards the broom closet door.

"I'm not running away! I…I need to be alone," he said, locking himself in his 'room'.

Silence reigned supreme. You took a deep breath, returning to your normal form. Your gaze rested on your comrades. Nobody spoke. Mimir was the first to break the silence.

“(Y/N)…”

"What? Are you going to tell me I'm too hard on him?"

"No, daughter. Far from it. I think he needed to hear it. I'm worried about you… are you okay?"

“Do I have a choice?”

Freya left her seat, approaching you. She placed her hand on your shoulder, advising you to go and rest. She, Kratos and Mimir were going to take charge of searching for the Norns. You nodded, moving away from the group to go and settle in the room that Sindri had set up for you to sleep in. You sat down on the makeshift bed, taking your wedding ring out of your purse, looking at it attentively.

Protection.

Strength.

Love.

His runes which represented Tyr no longer made any sense. Protection, he was no longer capable of protecting anyone. Force, he refused to use it. Love, you preferred not to think about it.

You shook your head, putting the wedding ring back into your purse. You could no longer understand Tyr and it made you more and more angry. You didn't even want to look at him anymore. You sighed, leaning your head against the wall when someone knocked on your door. You left your bed, going to open the door for none other than Tyr.

“Sorry for bothering you,” he apologized, nervously running his hand over the back of his neck. “Can we…can we talk?”

You looked at Tyr perplexed. You felt your stomach twist with unease at the sight of him. You swallowed, moving away from the door to sit on the makeshift bed. Tyr entered the room, closing the door behind him. Because the ceiling was lower, he was forced to remain bent over and had no choice but to sit on the floor to be more comfortable. Several minutes passed without any of you saying a single word. You continued to play with your ring nervously, ignoring the looks your husband was giving you. You sighed, putting your wedding ring back in your purse.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you said, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall.

"Yes… I… I wanted to apologize for what happened when Atreus turned grissly and fled. I was just thinking about your safety and I… didn't think more than that,” Tyr explained.

"You also have some responsibility in this story. I point out to you that you also encouraged Atreus in this direction by telling him about the champion of the Jotnars. Why did you do such a thing?" you asked harshly.

"I think… I had hope that Odin would finally be put out of harm's way. That we would finally be at peace and free from him."

"By a child? Hm! Since when did you become so naive? The Tyr I knew would never have sent a child into the den of the wolf. All he risks is being tortured or else kill."

"Odin does not seem to wish the boy any harm."

"What? Are you serious?!"

“(Y/N)… We've been apart for so long… I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, (Y/N). passed. After what Odin did to you… your wings, your parents, the Valkyries and my confinement, I only dreamed of one thing, finding you, holding you in my arms. arms, kissing you, making love to you, I missed you so much, my love.

As he spoke, Tyr brought his face closer to yours to kiss you. But, to his surprise, you turned your face away, making Tyr kiss your cheek and not your lips. Tyr stepped back, looking at you perplexed at your rejection. You swallowed hard, your heart was beating maddeningly fast and your hands were shaking, but it wasn't from excitement. No, you were terrified by what he had just told you. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine as you felt his lips touch your cheek. You didn't want him to touch you. Seeing your discomfort, Tyr stepped back, watching you struggle.

“(Y/N)?”

"Leave me alone. I'm tired…"

“I completely understand,” he replied, stepping back, but you could hear from his tone that he wasn’t happy about you rejecting him. "I'll leave you alone."

You watched as Tyr stood up, leaving the room, closing the door forcefully, which made you jump. You rushed out of your bed, throwing the window open to stick your head out. Your breathing was erratic, your stomach twisting so much that you felt like you were going to be sick at any moment. You had never felt so bad and terrified by your husband's touch and words.

Odin wouldn't hurt the boy?

The idea of sending a child to certain death didn't bother him that much.

And seeing him try to kiss you and his words made you nauseous.

The feeling of his lips on your cheek disgusted you.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door. You held your breath as you turned towards the door to see it open to reveal none other than Sindri. You sighed, relieved to see that it was him and not Tyr. You took a deep breath, sitting up and running your hand through your hair.

"What…?" you asked, trying to regain your usual posture.

"I…I came to see if you were okay. We saw Tyr come in," Sindri said, approaching you. "Did he do something…?"

“He tried…but I refused him,” you explained, leaning against the window sill, keeping your head out.

"It'll be okay?" Sindri asked as she approached.

"Yes. I just need a minute," you said as you regained your composure, running your hand over your face. “We still haven’t heard from the little boy?”

“No, still nothing,” Sindri replied with a sigh.

"Hm… By now, he must have already met Heimdall and Thor…"

"If it's true…I…I don't want to imagine what they're doing to him."

"Odin absolutely wanted to have the little boy in Asgard, but why? It's probably not because he was looking for Tyr… but maybe something else. Odin was always proud of his Einherjar army and new Valkyries. There's something we're missing," you muttered to yourself. "He's not going to let Heimdall and his drunken son hurt the little boy until he gets what he wants. But… what does Odin want? Ragnarok. ..? No… pressure on Kratos…? No, I don't think that's it. So what…?"

“(Y/N)…what are you mumbling?” asked Sindri perplexed

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something," you replied, returning to sit on the makeshift bed. "But Sindri… there's something that's been bothering me for a while. Can you explain to me why you decided to help the little boy in his quest to save Tyr? Why weren't you the first tell his father?"

"Well… all the clues we found pointed to Tyr being alive. And I also wanted Ragnarok not to happen, but…"

“The exact opposite is happening and you helped the little boy by making him wrong out of pure selfishness,” you said, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of your eye. "Selfishness, you know that well, don't you? Your brother… you think I haven't felt it? Does he know it?"

Sindri became silent upon hearing your words, her complexion suddenly turned pale. As if you weren't expected to notice. A wry laugh escaped your lips as you glared at him.

"Tyr is not the only one responsible for this child's confusion. You too pushed him into a situation he absolutely cannot control. All this to avoid Ragnarok."

"No!" exclaimed Sindri. "I just wanted to help him… I wanted…"

You sighed as you looked for an excuse. Was he serious? You always found Sindri and Brok selfish. They had helped Odin create the object to take your wings, they had created Mjolnir to impress Thor, they created the Leviathan axe when realizing their mistake with Mjolnir. All this was done out of pure selfishness. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before getting out of bed to leave the room, telling the dwarf to leave it alone. But before you could walk out the door, Sindri grabbed your wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. You looked at the dwarf surprised by what he had just done. He, who usually refused to be touched or to touch anyone, didn't hesitate for a single second and he looked at you with despair.

"Please (Y/N)… don't tell Brok. He… he doesn't know and he shouldn't know," he said, looking at you in despair.

“I wouldn’t tell him anything,” you replied, eyeing Sindri seriously. "It's not my place to tell him. But know one thing, secrets always come out."

You release your wrist from Sindri's hand, leaving the room to go to the main room to see Mimir, Freya and Kratos returning from Migdard.

"I have news," Kratos announced, making everyone in the house gather together. "

"Ooh! Did the Norns tell you how to get Atreus back? Do we have a plan?" Sindri asked, returning behind the counter of his forge.

"The Norns say Atreus will be killed by Heimdall. The plan is to kill Heimdall first."

"Oh. Wow. Okay. Heimdall."

"Kill Heimdall? You have a one in a billion chance of doing it," you said, sitting down on the counter. "You have a better chance of killing Odin than of killing Heimdall."

"What Maud means is… he's never lost… he sees absolutely everything coming… unpopular at parties… this won't be easy," Sindri explained.

"Whatever his advantages. I will overwhelm him with my own," Kratos replied.

“THAT’S the idea!” Brok exclaimed, laughing. “You gotta overpapulate his sense, see?”

"And how do you plan to fight Heimdall. He will absolutely see your every move and he will parry the slightest of your attacks.," you said, crossing your arms on your thighs.

"Don't worry about that! I just got the thing in mind to help him do it.," Brok replied, moving closer to the counter and Sindri. "Sindri! Go get Draupnir!"

You tensed up when you heard the name. You turned to the Huldra brothers, watching them discuss what they could do with Draupnir. You couldn't believe it, so it was them who had stolen this damn alliance which is increasing tenfold. Mimir exclaimed that he knew it was his damn dwarves who had stolen it and that because of them, Odin had blamed him for Draupnir's disappearance. Tyr was quick to make this known, approaching the counter, also repeating that it was the dwarves who had stolen it. As Sindri walked away to fetch Draupnir, Brok explained that they hadn't stolen anything, that they had just taken back a gift that they should never have given in the first place. You couldn't believe it, but was it really that surprising? You sighed, running your hands over your face, massaging your temples which were becoming sore from hearing everyone talking at once. You heard Tyr disapprove of the fact that Kratos was determined to kill Heimdall and that violence was not the solution. You heard Kratos reply that he understood his way of thinking, but that he couldn't leave his son in danger and you heard Freya trying, as best she could, to calm them down.

All of this was really starting to get on your nerves.

You were grateful when Sindri returned with Draupnir. Brok approached his brother, holding out a bag for Draupnir, announcing that he was taking over.

“How long will it take?” Kratos asked as he approached the dwarves.

“We'll have to go to Svartalfheim to get the rest of the materials,” Sindri explained. "Not to mention we'll have to visit: The Lady."

The Lady? She still had her forge after all this time? Although, she has always been an immortal being. You sighed seeing Sindri being relieved by taking out Draupnir and seeing him duplicate himself. Had he almost lost it? Seeing his brother hesitate to put Draupnir in the bag, Brok slapped Sindri's hand, making her let go of Draupnir. Sindri glared at Brok, rubbing her sore hand before turning to Kratos, telling him they could leave whenever he was ready. You watched Kratos, Freya, Mimir and the dwarves leave the house, leaving you alone inside with Tyr, but your husband quickly returned to lock himself in the closet that served as his bedroom. You frowned, getting off the counter and moving closer to the cabinet. You pressed your ear against the door, trying to listen to him, but there was no sound. You moved your ear away, putting your hand on the handle to try to open the door, but it was locked. You groaned, stepping back and looking at the door in confusion.

Why was Tyr locking himself in this damn room?

Why stay locked there for several hours?

It didn't make any sense.

You sighed, turning your back to the door to go back to your room. You stopped in front of your door, taking one last look at the closet door.

Now you were sure, Tyr was not your husband.

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