#godofwarragnarok

[rain-strive]

LET ME TEACH YOU A COOL TRICK YOUNG TRICKSTER

I honestly like the idea of Wukong and Atreus interacting...I also think it plays well into the fact that now Atreus is out there travelling in search of his fellow giant people..who knows there might be one of his ppl hiding in Wukong's realm that'll be dope..if I could actually decently write I would've try to make something outta this but I'm dumb as eff tho lol...but I would still love to draw random art of Atreus and Wukong one of these days lol i'm just lazy asl lmaoo

[kinininik]

I just need more of them 🥺🥺🥺

[taylaedraws]

I was reading "The Witch's Heart" last week and I had to draw Loki as the book described! This is one of the very first scenes and I loved it.🎑

So I had this idea of drawing 3 versions of Loki I liked best. So in this drawing we have Loki from the book, Loki from MCU and Loki/Atreus from GOW 💚

I've also taken a time to paint and experiment with different styles of coloring and loose sketch instead of a proper lineart, what do you think?🧐

[khonsus-heart]

In this life and the next

Kratos x reader 3.4k words

AN: this is the first time posting something this long to tumblr so bare with me. This was originally a 6k draft that i have split into two for your reading pleasure. Side note, there are multiple povs in this part. side side note, i hear the Kratos content is lacking? im here for you.

Summary: After Atreus left, the marauders started taking over the Lake of nine once more, Kratos suggested he should take care of them alone, until being at home wasn't safe any longer...

Warnings: ANGST BABYYYY. also murder ofc.

Part two here!

Since Atreus has been gone you’ve accompanied Kratos and Freya to the Lake of Nine, clearing out new groups of marauders.

You were the first to notice them begin to weasel their way back into the area, witnessing a group of three maul a smaller wolf just outside the wild wood border. You originally had attempted to intervene with the group until four more inched their way out from the tree line. 

Kratos was disgruntled when you told him, grumbling low and leaving abruptly, telling you to “Stay put.”  in his hardy spartan tone. You knew better than to pry, but that didn’t mean you wouldn't cross your arms and cock a hip to the side as he stormed out into the now melting snow. 

After that day they started to group again out by the lake, making camp on the few shores that started to unthaw along the water. Kratos, of course, sternly suggested you keep within the woods borders at first, then began telling, not asking, you to once again stay and let him handle things. Until they passed the wild woods sacred tree line one day- 

He’d only been gone a few hours, taking the wolves out on a simple patrol with the sled, so when you heard the front gates open you didn’t think twice. Crushing a handful of wild red berries into a motor to create a deep red colored paint for a recent hobby you’d taken up. The sound of the pestle grinding against the inside of the bowl muffled the multiple footfalls outside the cabin door. 

Wiping your hands along the front of your deerskin apron wrapped around your waist, you left red hand prints in their wake and made your way to let him in. 

“Kratos, you should see how vibrant this color is, it will do nic-”

The sound of multiple voices froze you, along with the now audible footfalls, four maybe five, crunching outside against the hardened snow spots that scattered the yard. You backed away from the door slowly, careful to silence your footsteps atop the wooden floor, inching towards your blade that lay a few feet from reach on the table. You knew how to defend yourself of course, but these marauders were ruthless, and deadlier in a group, faster and more savage than the other smaller beasts that litter the Nine. 

“Search the cabin.”

No-

Adbonding your approach for stealth you lunged for the blade, attempting to run for your bow and arrow next, leaned against the bed, before the door flung open. You had almost made it before heavy boots charged straight for you. 

“Here!” he howled.

As you grabbed the bow, arms encircled you around the waist, hoisting you into the air, causing the wooden curve to slip for your grasp. Kicking and screaming you attempted to wiggling from his arms as he turned around, staggering towards the door. Right before he was able to walk through the archway you stabbed the blade from your other hand into his side, causing his arms to go slack, dropping you from the air. So you sprinted, pulling the blade free and leaving him to rithe on the floor while you jumped through the door frame and into the cold morning, rushing for the gates. There were more than you anticipated, seven marauders you guessed by a quick glance, all scattered across the expanse of the yard. 

The gates were the only thing in your vision, sprinting with the little energy you had to just make it to the threshold. Overlapping yells and alerts were loud following your dash through the yard, you had almost made it, pushing the cold air through your lungs, until a larger man lunged in front of the wooden exit.

 Ramming into you from the side, he sent you crashing into a nearby snow pile, softening your blow. Pain erupted into your back as you attempted to scramble away from him, holding your blade up. 

“Stay back!” you cried.

Clutching at your now throbbing side, you used the momentum of your elbow to help crawl further away from him. The sadistic smile that crossed his face was sickening, tilting his head like he was possessed by a hungry animal. He was hunched over slightly, creeping towards you as if the blade you carried were just a stick in his eyes. 

“Oh no lads- she’s rowdy, this one!” He bellowed a laugh that was echoed between the remaining six of them. Three of them made their way towards where you lay while the others riffled through your things, one in the cabin and two outside where you keep the wolves. 

“Hey!” you yelled at the one throwing things from the cabin, including your deer skin canvases Kratos had just freshly stretched across wood to dry. Homemade paints and supplies were  thrown across the white turning it crimson, the fresh red powder staining the snow. 

Your attention was caught too long as the larger man lunged for you, grabbing the hand that held the blade out to him, yanking you from the ground, twisting your wrist at a wrong angle and freeing the knife. The sting caused you to cry out, mixed with the pain at your front that exploded through your ribs as he shoved you against the wooden gate. The man's hand enveloped the side of your face, shoving your cheek against the wood next, followed by a pulsing burn in your brow. 

“Please-” your muffled cry was cut off by an intense pressure as he pushed harder against your skull.

“Where is Kratos?”

His breath was hot against the side of your face as a rancid smell lingered from his mouth. 

“Talk!” he pulled your head from the wood only to slam it back again, followed by a hot trickle down the side of your face, staining your skin with blood. 

“I- I don’t know! He left hours ago!” you weren't lying, you had no idea where he was, he should have been back by now yet the rest of the woods were silent, not even the distant sound of the sled slushing through the remaining snow. 

“You think I won’t ruin his little mortal?” he bared his teeth and seethed on the word, gripping a handful of your hair. A single tear flowed down your face, “please”

 You were taught to be strong in the face of death but this was real. Too real. After years of safety under Kratos and these woods, this kind of risk hadn't been an issue. The struggle you gave him was weak but still viable, worming in his grasp as you attempted to jerk your arms free. 

“Pathetic,” he spat. “Let's go! He’s not here… Take her- he will come.” he bellowed across the yard before turning you forward, face to face with a smaller marauder swinging a club right towards your head. 

It was freezing when you woke, sore arms bound behind your back. The camp was right in the middle of a giant thawed mound of snow, it had to be somewhere out on the lake. The throb in your head overwhelmed all the other aches in your body. The blood had dried and crusted to your hair and down the side of your face, mixed with the remnant of dried tears. All the men sat huddled around the fire in the middle, besides one, who patrolled in a circle around the outside perimeter on lookout. You sat roughly 10-15 feet off from the central campfire, noticing the stack of crates to your rear. Most likely what they leaned you against when they dropped you off, judging by the ache on the back of your head. 

Resting your throbbing skull gently against the wood you tried to focus on breathing, taking in the cold and blowing out the hot air to create clouds of condensation in their wake. 

“She’s up.” The man on patrol said, spotting you on his way around. It alerted the four that sat huddled by the flame, allowing you to count them all fully now, five, one was missing. 

The big one.

Looking at them all you noticed they’re dressed down in comparison to the bigger brute, their commander you assumed. From what you remember, the polished silver beads in his hair and beard suggest his higher rank. These men all seemed deranged and deprived of all basic necessities compared to him, gangly and unbathed, it turned your stomach over itself. 

Only the man patrolling made his way around to you as the others went back to roasting their tiny squirrels on sticks over the flame. The spear in his hand was taller than his own height, sharp at the point with a torn piece of cloth tied to the end, waving in the cold breeze, chilling you to the bone. You could feel the tip of your nose and ears begin to grow icy numb before losing the feeling altogether. 

He crouched down in front of you, using the spear as leverage. “Feel like talking yet?”

You eyed him for a moment, staring into the black tar that was painted across his eyes before spitting directly into his face. 

“Fuck you.” you barred your teeth. 

He jerked back, wiping a hand down his mouth and returning your glare with a fiery scowl. If you didn't know any better you'd say he was poised to hit you, the way he curled his hand back for a swipe, but the other mens gasps caught his attention, his eyes wrenched towards the fire, hand hovering mid air.

When you followed the line sight to where the men gape, weapons drawn, your heart quickened. A human head was thrown over the border of the camp, rolling slowly to the feet of one of the men, leaving stains of blood each time it toppled over the clean cut. As it slowed you recognized that face, those silver beads braided into the knots of his hair. 

Their Commander.

When the men registered who it was, they began to shout curses, circling each other with their weapons while the one crouched before you grabbed your arms and lifted, pulling you to your feet. The entrance to the camp wasn’t far ahead, the snow walls stood tall around them and all led down into the opening. The only opening you noticed, as he positioned himself behind you, grabbing your bound hands. He kept you in front of him, faced towards the exit as he looked over your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck. 

When the heavy sound of boots crunching against snow echoed through the air, all of them froze, anchoring their heads towards the entrance, blades at the ready. 

The grip around your wrists tightened as Kratos stepped around the corner, the white snow contrasting against the red lines that curved his chest and arm, his black bear cloak thrown over his shoulder blew in the wind as he tightened a hold on his axe, a deep red coating the tip. A blood splattered scowl steamed in the cold air when he stopped dead center of the opening, seeing the red that was spread across the front of your apron and the dried stream of blood that was stuck to your cheek. 

The sight of his anger made your stomach turn, covered in that man's gore, blood that was shed because you couldn’t think fast enough.

 No. His blood would have been shed regardless of your actions, and Kratos would be the one to shed it regardless of the outcome. 

All that mattered was that he was here, and it gave you hope.

The man had his spear pointed towards the spartan, causing the pure rage in his eyes to solely focus on the monster at your back, only softening the slightest when he locked with your own for a moment. 

“Give back that which you stole.” Kratos raised his bloodied axe to challenge him, the crimson dripping off the end into the snow in small drops. A hawk sailed along the breeze above, gliding across the cool air as it circled the camp. 

Kratos was the image of pure bloodshed in this moment, the anger that filled his veins radiated off of him, causing a silence across the camp.

“I will not repeat myself.” he scowled. 

The man at your back pulled you tighter to his chest, his nose buried into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair before tossing his spear to the side and pulling a blade from a sheath, raising it to your throat. Kratos froze, his chest no longer rising as he held in a breath, but his anger still burned hot. 

“You know the only way she leaves this camp alive, God of war.” The man said over your shoulder. 

Kratos’s demeanor changed as your head raised to recoil from the blade, its sharp point piercing your jugular. The scowl that plastered his face fell, and you caught a glimpse of apprehension before he willed that rage back. 

“Don’t do it-” you tried to speak but the point of the blade dug deeper into your skin, drawing blood as you seethed at the sting. Kratos jerked, impulsively taking a step towards you before stopping abruptly as the group of men, moving in key with him, raised their weapons. Kratos eyed them, baring his teeth as he looked back to your captor. Then he looked to the sky for a moment, up to the bird that soared along the wind, schooling his features as it screeched low and dove out of view. 

A low growl resented deep from his throat as his brows knitted together, looking back to you. Kratos cracked his neck to the side, left and then right before slowly straightening and dropping his axe into the snow, letting it fall from his hand as the bloodied tip embedded into the dirt below. 

You could feel the smile inch across the face behind you as your stomach rose into your throat. “No!-” you tugged on your bindings as he laughed into your ear. 

“Now kneel.” The venom in his words bit worse than the sting of the blade, watching as Kratos passed a glance between him and the group of men once more. Then to you… he didn’t tear his eye’s from yours as he fell to his knees in the snow, the bags and hoops on his belt ringing together as they collided. 

“Kratos no-” You couldn’t keep the swell in your throat from muffling your words into a plea, fighting back the tears that brimmed your lashes. 

“This is your god?” he pointed the blade towards Kratos “Kneeling before a human pet?” then he scoffed. 

Kratos held his head high, his face a blank image contrasting the previous rage that doused his body in a boiling heat.

 “Kill him.” 

“No!”

Just as the men lunged for Kratos everything happened within seconds, he yelled- “Now!”- as the hawk overhead screeched, causing vines and thorns with pink and purple shimmers of magic to grow from the ground, wrapping and weaving themselves around the legs of the men in intricate patterns cutting into their thighs and winding up their bodies. Freya, of course she had come. 

Then, time seemed to slow as Kratos picked a knee from the ground, placing the foot into the snow and summoning Draupnir. In the same breath your captor raised his blade, sinking it into the right side of your chest as Kratos hurled the spear into his skull.

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Even though this was all a guise, his anger was real, the blood that pumped hot through his veins when he arrived back to the cabin to see what had happened, to see her gone. It was all real, and it burned through him. Melted a hole through his middle that decayed every second it took to track her down and find her. 

Falling a tree in the process of his rage was the least he could have done as he summoned his axe and burst through the portal to Freya's hut. It took her all but a second to agree in aiding Kratos in the investigation of what happened. She attempted to settle him to the best of her abilities, noticing  his eyes and how they would just glaze darker with rage the more they continued to find. The scattered crimson in the yard, the humans knife thrown across the wet grass and into the snow, then the entrance gate- When Kratos spotted the dried blood that was splattered into the wooden gate, his fury consumed him in the form of despair, placing his hand up to the post as the hole decaying inside of him finally ate entirely away.

Freya noticed the red in his blades begin to glow with his frenzy as his blood boiled hotter under his skin. 

“Kratos-”

“Get the wolves. This ends now.”

It took the rest of his will to pull that hand from the post and turn, passing Freya without a glance, the heat from his rage melting the snow in his wake. 

➤

As he stood before the entrance to the marauder camp, he felt the cool air steaming as it connected to his boiling skin. The sight of her, hands bound and that brute with his blade to her neck, only ignited the already roaring fire. The plan was surrender, he knew that, but to school his animal instinct from ripping each and every one of them apart clawed from inside, trying to escape. 

➤

“This is your god?” The brute pointed his blade to Kratos, but he wasn’t looking at the knife, if he did, he feared he may cut off the hand holding it without another thought. No, he was looking at her, watching her eyes brim with tears. “Kneeling before a human pet?” The word was insulting, spat at him as if he was still the god from hundreds of years prior. Pet. God. He wasn’t her god, he was no one's god, he was simply hers… she was his, and he would be the god to kneel before her again in this life and the next. 

➤

“No-” 

It was too late, the blade had already pierced her chest when he began to run, catching her as the brute fell behind and her knees gave out. He slipped an arm under her legs while the other cradled her back, lifting her as she cried out in pain.

“Freya!” His tone was uneven.

When he looked down, he saw it, the moment she realized she had been struck and the adrenaline was pumping slower. She dug her face into his shoulder and he watched her jaw clench as she bit down, tears flowing while she muffled her cries. 

“Stay. Awake.” he commanded, pulling her closer to his chest.

—

Freya was finishing off the last two brutes that she had entangled, slicing into the first as she spread her wings for momentum when lunging to the second, creating a clean cut as his head rolled into the snow. 

“Freya!”

“Can you give me a moment I am--” When she turned to see the human cradled in his arms her face fell gravely.

“My gods-”

“Freya-.” his words became pained as he fell to his knees in the snow before her.

Freya sheathed her swords and ran, crouching in front of him, watching the humans hand clutch tightly to the fur of his cloak. As she inspected the wound she could see the girl begin to slip in and out of consciousness. The wound was too deep, she wouldn't be able to assess the damage while she layed in his arms, but Kratos seemed as if he would never let her go. 

“We have to get her back to the grove, I can look at the wound closer there, but here…” She trailed off, watching as he stared down at the girl, the dread sank deeper into his demeanor as she placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Kratos.” it took him a moment to tear his eyes from the human, she'd only seen him this way once in their time together, when Atreus fell ill. “We have to go.”

All he did was give Freya a firm nod, lifting himself from the snow as she ran for the sled. She could hear him speaking to the girl while she rounded the corner, the wolves just in sight down the path. 

[otty-kun]

Yeah naaah I'll back off.

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[izthepup]

Your Best Friend + Friends

———Kratos———

- Probably Mimir. 

- Mimir likes to compliment you.

- You sometimes give Mimir riddles, he gives you plenty of them. 

- Well, he compliments you mainly if he ever gets on Kratos's bad side.

- Freya is a close second.

- She helps you with some things that need magic.

- She gives you almost sisterly vibes.

- For you, Atreus is more like a little brother.

- With Atreus, you just.. hang out and talk.

- Not awkward.

- Once he almost called you Mom (or dad, if you're gender neutral then parent.)

- But yeah Atreus is a friend, too.

- Sometimes you might spoil him.

- Brok and Sindri

- It's fun just to chat

- You hang out at their place most often

———Freya———

- Kratos. 

- Sometimes you two battle for the fun of it.

- Well, Kratos says for training, but he might have fun too.

- Also to teach him to give mercy more often.

- Surprisingly, he is close to you and Freya.

- He sorta reminds you of a big brother.

- SPEAKING OF BROTHERS,,,

- Freyr would be a friend.

- Well, once Freya made up with Freyr, yeah you guys were cool.

- In his sort of village, he got the light elves and dark elves to give you and Freya a discount if you guys ever bought anything. 

- He tried to end the war but it didn't work

- But the elves did agree to giving you guys discounts if they don't attack you 

- so that's cool

- Before tho?

- Mmmm yeah not really.

- Atreus too.

- With Atreus, you two sometimes hunt deer.

- Mimir would be that one annoying friend who you really like. Except he's pretty smart.

———Atreus———

- Probably Angrboda

- Atreus once had a crush on her

- Y'all cool now though, don't worry. 

- Sometimes you race against each other 

- Sometimes you ride on Atreus (like a horse)

- He has a tough time with you on him being a kinda small wolf

- Other times she lets you borrow wild animals

- "borrow" as in you have to tame them 

- Kratos is sorta a friend

- Sometimes it's awkward 

- Plenty of awkward silences

- Mimir is the one who strikes up conversation 

- He's a good friend too

- "Ah, young love. Tell me again, how did you two fall in love?"

- Kratos gives Mimir a look

- Freya gives you cool aunt vibes mixed with big sister vibes

- Sindri and Brok

- You hang out with Sindri more

- Sometimes Brok does hang out but he sometimes teases or annoys you guys

- You two still like him though

———Mimir———

- Kratos

- duh

- You two train in battle sometimes

- He lets you stay in his house- or a little house he might help you build

- Atreus is also a friend

- He tries to teach you archery 

- If you already know it you two practice archery

- Freya might be a friend as well

- She would just hang out

- Brok and Sindri

- Absolute greatest trio

- You hang out at their place the most

- Just talking is fun

- You shone light in Brok's eyes

- Probably Sindri's too

- "VENGENCE"

- "C'MON Y/N KNOCK IT OFF, I ONLY SHONE LIGHT IN THE OL' GOAT'S EYES ONCE"

- Sindri got you to stop

- Mimir finally got his vengence

- You and Brok like messing with Sindri every so often

- Maybe make an "accidental" mess, like a trail of mud or enemy blood for him to clean up

- Poor dude

———Sindri———

- Brok

- He annoys Sindri sometimes

- You love Brok like a brother

- He doesn't annoy you as much

- Kratos too

- Sometimes you literally put a welcome mat by his feet

- "Wipe your feet"

- He does it sometimes

- Other times he YEETS THE MAT- (Ahem) I mean

- "No."

- Mimir too, don't forget him

- He gives you and Brok riddles, sometimes Sindri too

- Atreus

- You once threw a snowball at him

- It turned into a snowball fight 

- "QUICK SINDRI BEHIND THAT TREE-"

- "WHAT TREE IT'S MIDGARD WITH A GIANT FOREST AROUND US-"

- He got hit with another snowball

[shyflames]

Eevee Autumn Stag

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[pampampa]

[lukas23kaka-blog]

Meu God of war Ragnarök está com problema na mídia física/ estou fazendo vaquinha para me ajudar: kaka23fb@gmail.com

[taylaedraws]

BOY!🐺

Starting my new sketchbook with not one but two pages for Atreus! I just finished God of War Ragnarök and I already loved Loki from the first game, but my son grew so much in the second one.😭 I identify a lot with him😭, so I'll probably draw more of him and GoW in general. And I want to draw more on my sketchbook, although I suck with traditional art, it's been fun so far getting back at it! I challenged myself a lot in this one, drawing a FREAKING BOW AND ARROW? And of course, two wolves! Fenrir and wolf Atreus🤏🏻

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[otty-kun]

God of War: Growth

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[woodenplankstudios]

Which deity could you beat in a fight?

Don't be humble now!

[pixelarabcom]

God of War في مصر القديمة؟ توقعات الجماهير تشتعل بعد تقارير عن مشروع سوني الجديد أثارت تقارير حديثة ضجة كبيرة في عالم ألعاب الفيديو، حيث كشفت عن بحث شركة سوني عن ممثلين من الشرق الأوسط للعمل على مشروع ألعاب جديد بتصنيف AAA. التكهنات تشير إلى أن هذا المشروع قد يكون الجزء التالي من سلسلة God of War الشهيرة، والتي قد تنتقل من الحضارة الإغريقية والإسكندنافية إلى الحضارة المصرية القديمة. هذه الخطوة ستكون

[izthepup]

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

If you guys don't know

Spooning is cuddling

Big spoon is on the outerpart, sorta like a shield for the little spoon

The little spoon is more towards the middle, so it's like they are protected

WARNING, THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR TOWARDS THE END OF RAGNAROK. ITS IN SINDRI'S. IM SORRY, I THINK ALMOST EVERY ONE OF THESE NEXT PAGES WILL HAVE SPOILERS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK, ILL TRY TO KEEP ADDING SPACES EVERY NOW AND THEN TO KEEP NONSPOILERS AWAY FROM SPOILERS

———Kratos———

- He doesn't really cuddle

- But when he does?

- He's definitely the big spoon

- He has a feeling of protection over you when he's the big spoon

- He doesn't really care too much if he's safe himself, so he's rarely the little spoon

———Freya———

- it doesn't really matter for her

- sometimes you guys switch, but she's mainly the big spoon

- she likes feeling like she can protect you even more than normal

- she doesn't want the relation ship to end up like her and Baldur

- nobody really tried to protect her, other than Kratos trying not to fight her 

- so she sometimes enjoys being little spoon

———Atreus———

- Probably big spoon 

- For once, he wants to be able to protect someone other than only being protected

- sometimes he likes being little spoon

- he prefers being big spoon though 

- he's happy if he gives you a sense of safety

———Mimir———

- sorry to tell you this

- he can't cuddle

- but if he could?

- probably big spoon

- he cares about you, so he would've liked to protect you

- but unfortunately he can't really be either

———Sindri———

- Definitely little spoon

- he likes the feeling of being protected

- he feels like in your arms, nothing can touch him

- not even germs

- that part makes him happy, too

- (After brok's death)

- he will switch between the two

- he likes the feeling of being protected still

- but now he wants to protect you even more than before

- so he'll be big spoon sometimes

- he doesn't want what happened to his brother to happen to you