#lol atreus

[2fortred]

Baking at Dawn

Characters: Atreus (Pantheon) Fandom: League of Legends, Legends of Runeterra Warnings: None

Atreus squints at Iula’s country bread recipe with great apprehension, hands bracing against the granite countertop in front of him.

Whiteflame circles aimlessly around his legs in a figure eight, quietly nudging him for a pat or two. Atreus indulges his furred friend and runs a hand down her head, between her ears, finding great comfort in the softness of her dark fur. His attention remains on the recipe, which sits innocently on a piece of the squared graph paper that Iula was so fond of, with cutesy doodles drawn on the borders courtesy of little Tomis.

Her handwriting is intimidating in a way it had no right to be as a simple scrawling of pencil across the paper; perfectly legible, with precise instructions and highlighted recommendations, as well as a note telling him not to try and do anything crazy for his first time baking a loaf of bread. Like he wouldn’t treat this task with all the dedication it deserved, as he did with everything in his daily life. He’d already spread out the supplies he needed on his countertops, bought fresh yeast just yesterday, and retrieved Pylas’s massive, ancient baking bowl from its place in the lowest cabinet within his kitchen.

Perhaps he is taking this too seriously. Regardless, he takes a breath and begins.

First comes the warm water, which has him taking a half-step over to his sink. He can hear Iula scolding him for the small size of his kitchen in the back of his mind, expressing her disdain for his lack of counter space. She had massive counters and an island, a prerequisite for any house she had wanted to buy all those years ago. Pylas hadn't understood it much- honestly, neither had Atreus- claiming that anyone could make anything in a little kitchenette if they were determined enough.

Atreus recalls the earful his friend received from his wife that day with a warm fondness. Pylas had taken it in good nature, as always, and he'd picked the house with the most significant amount of counter space out of all their options, just for her.

He turns back around and adds the yeast and sugar, carefully measuring out the ingredients with deadly precision. He'd brought up "measuring with the heart" to Iula, who firmly told him that as a beginner baker, he didn't have a baking heart to measure with. Which was an entirely fair statement, though it'd left him a bit miffed. Still, the specific instructions would be better this time around.

He stirs the mixture with a fork, glancing away for just a moment to track Whiteflame's trail from the kitchen to the dining room table. To his great amusement, she settles between the chairs underneath, content in the bars of sunlight shining through the nearby window, casting a brown undertone on her normally-black fur. Colossus joins her a moment later and flops his great slobbering head across her back, but she doesn't so much as twitch at the weight, perfectly used to his antics.

Once the yeast has dissolved, he carefully sets the bowl aside, running his fingers along the faded, painted depictions of mountains and wheat fields that decorate the sides of Pylas's bowl. He'd loved this damn thing, despite Iula being the dedicated baker by trade out of the two of them. Supposedly, it was well over a century old, and with the reverence his dear friend had handled the bowl with, he fully believed it.

As he stares into the concoction of yeasty sugar water, Yuumi- the curious young cat he'd been watching over for a few years now on behalf of his elderly neighbor Norra, who had needed to move into a nursing home some time back- decides now is the best time to hop up onto the counter. Atreus eyes her warily with a knowing smile and gently nudges her away from the bowl, to her feline confusion. He sets a timer on his phone for ten minutes and scoops her up, clucking his tongue at her.

Yuumi simply meows in response, as she does, and wiggles her way out of his arms to drop to the floor. She brushes her little body against his ankle, then makes her way to the living room coffee table to take her place on the thickset book she had claimed as her preferred basking spot when he first took her in. She seemed to enjoy sitting and loafing on it more than the cat tower by one of the windows, so he never put it back on its shelf.

Atreus plops down on the sofa with little grace, sprawling his arms across the tops of the cushions as he lets his head fall backward. Ever the lazy investigators, Whiteflame and Colossus meander over and join him, taking their respective spots on either side of him against the armrests. Whiteflame curls into a large tricolored donut while Colossus lays his head on the entirety of Atreus's thigh, looking up at him with big brown eyes.

Is it strange, that a dog reminds him of a friend that is no longer here? Both are massive fools with big brown eyes, as friendly and enduring as anything. Comforting, in moments of rest. He sighs and pats the beast atop his head, smiling fondly at the black spots on his muzzle.

Before he knows it, Atreus dozes off for a brief few minutes. He's startled by the digital tones singing cheerily from his phone on the counter, signaling that the yeast should be done "activating", whatever that meant in the world of bread. One day Iula's ramblings of recipes would get through his skull. One day.

He gathered half of his prepared flour and a spoon and got to work on mixing. Yuumi had decided to vacate her book to once again hop up onto the counter to watch him slowly stir the mixture, tracking the spoon with dilated pupils. Atreus believed she was a smart cat behind all of her fumbles, but he wouldn't put it past her to jump into a big bowl of yeast water whilst trying to get at a kitchen spoon. So, he kept half an eye on her as he added the olive oil and salt. Iula hadn't written down how long it would take for the flour to absorb everything, but he couldn't imagine it taking too long if he kept stirring.

Atreus had watched Iula make plenty of different types of bread over the years, as it was one of her favorite things to bake. She always seemed to have a determined grace about her when she worked with practiced hands and eyes, a state Pylas nor Atreus could truly match when cooking themselves. Pylas had often found bread recipes to try, both in books and on the web, and Iula had always taken up the challenge, sometimes making many loaves at once. He can't think of a time when she ever messed up a recipe, at least in front of him.

He blinks, staring at the now-sticky-looking dough. Tentatively, he gently places his palm against it, and his brow furrows at the sensation. Sticky indeed. As per his friend's instructions, he removes the dough and places it on the board atop his counter, still grimacing a little at the texture. Mind-Iula tells him to suck it up, so he does.

He kneads the dough with unsure hands, idly wondering if there was any true technique to it. He kneads and kneads some more until the dough becomes vaguely stretchy, at a point where he can forge it into a sad-looking ball. With hopes and dreams, he can see the resemblance between his little dough creation and Iula's loaves. He squints at it and prods at the sides, unsatisfied with the semi-spherical shape.

Atreus sighs. Good enough, he supposes. It could definitely be worse. He shifts aside to oil another bowl- this one a handmade birthday gift from Iula herself, one of her first forays into making things with ceramic- and gently places the dough inside it without morphing it too much. Covered in cling wrap, it doesn't look particularly impressive. Yuumi trills her agreement, sniffing at the edges of the clear plastic with her little cat nose.

He wipes his hands on a towel and retrieves his phone, deciding to snap a picture of the dough. Despite its appearance, he thinks Iula is going to be proud of his attempt if nothing else. He almost sends it to her and her alone, but then he reconsiders and decides to send it to their veteran group chat. He says nothing, sending the photo on its own, but he still receives some delightful encouragement from Eshiyme, a wild string of near-indecipherable emojis from Tor, and a stiff 'nice.' from Rahvun. Iula simply reacts to the image with a thumbs up, which he figures is all he's going to get until he sends an update that evening.

With one last look at the bowl, he smiles, and heads to his room to get ready for the day proper, his furred friends following at his heels.

[galasgamingcorner]

Fenrir ‘sneaking up’ to Kratos and Atreus for some pets.

[almightycato]

a buuuuunch of god of war doodles i drew a few months ago :P

[the-strawberryfarmer]

no thoughts…….just them…..just them…

[enjinia000]

I read the GOW 2018 novel.

Some scenes in the book are a bit different from the game and Freya for example is described differently. From my pov it seems like both Atreus and Kratos both miss Faye deeply, obviously, but Freya oddly reminds them both of Faye. Not in appearance but her nature/attitude. It’s kinda sad cause in a lot of ways, at least to me Atreus reminds her of Baldur. It’s just sad. The whole situation.😢 I tried rendering and realized I still have more to improve on.😅 But I’m looking forward to improving!

[mountainshroom]

So,, i played god of war

guys you dont get it he is my SON i ugly cried and died everytime he and kratos hugged ( also normal colouring under cut if you want to see!)

[sweeneydino]

I have mastered the art of no thoughts head empty.

WIP.

[neechees]

God of War + Dungeons and Daddies quotes

[salmonpiffy]

2022 is almost over, there were so many exciting stuff happened in each fandom and God of War Ragnarok is one of them. 

I smiled, shocked, laughed and cried while watching the playthrough, such a fantastic sequel. This game really made my year :)

[alyona11]

I finally got some free time so I can finally draw God of War Ragnarök sketches.

I wanted to Draw Atreus and Angrboda because they are adorable…

[kruelsaffron]

dad and boy doodles

[mangk0]

Am I the only one just noticing that after the first time atreus turns into a bear, when he and kratos are talking directly after the fight, HIS NECK IS SO HORRIFICALLY BRUISED??

STOP LOOK. LOOK AT IT. WHY AM I JUST SEEING THIS NOW. WHAT. KRATOS WHAT ABOUT TI SNAP THAY NECK DUDE IM

(shoutout to cory for the gameplay I am endlessly entertained)

[starscour]

slow down, boy.

[the-strawberryfarmer]

some uh........................some drawings i did recently since i’ve been in god of war brainrot 

[stupidrant]

If atreus were to have another love interest than angrboda is allowed one too. Im really tired of leaving the female character yet giving male characters all sorts of opportunities. Angrboda is more than that stupid fucking prophecy and she needs to be allowed to do whatever as well.

[nathandrqke]

GOD OF WAR (2018) dev. Santa Monica Studio