#this is what they do when kratos and freya aren't home

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Remember Me?

Genre: Oneshot (Female Reader)

Summary: Years after Ragnarok, Kratos finds a familiar face knocking at his door. Turns out he's not the only God who abandoned Greece.

Warnings: Subtle mentions of classic Greek gods and their treatment of women👎. No explicit content, but some suggestive conversation. (also mentions of young Kratos- who was quite the Playboy)

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Spring had come in flush with bright florals and on-and-off rain. The cabin was glowing in the early evening light. Birds and crickets chirping goodnight and hello to each other. The day had been a peaceful one.

Kratos had returned from a hunt, deer meat cooking above the fire. The smell wafted through the small cabin making it feel a little more homely. Kratos spent these days in between Atreus's visits home, mostly alone. Yeah Mimir was there, and he was good company, but there's not much they had to say to each other now a days.

Kratos was finally enjoying his retirement from Godhood without death, pain, and struggle around every corner. But these mundane days are starting to way on him. Nothing to do except hunt, built, and intend to the land. He very rarely ventured farther than Midgard, or the realm between realms. His days of adventure were over. He couldn’t help but admit to himself that he did feel quite lonely; having no one to enjoy these moments with.

Yes, it was peaceful, but peace is often an illusion.

Atreus would stop in every month or two and stay a while. They'd catch up and he'd rant to his father about the places he's been and the people he's met. Every now and then, when Kratos wasn't ready to say goodbye yet, he'd come up with something he needed to do, so Atreus would tag along.

But a simple knock at the cabin door made both him and Mimir- who sat on his perch in front of a book- perk up. It was not but a few days ago Atrues departed for another journey, so it wasn't him- and he would not knock anyway. Freya? No, she's busy in Vanaheim. The dwarves do not come to visit him, so not them.

Kratos grunted to himself, standing from the table and approaching the door. He hesitated only a second before pulling it open.

It would be out of character for him to gasp, but he almost did. Before him was a face he had not seen in a long time. A face he had thought he never would see again- someone who he had believed had died.

“Well I be damned, it is you.” She smiled.

“Y/n.” He said plainly.

“Kratos.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, taking in each other’s appearance. it had been years, and both their ages have begun to show. More his than hers, he'd noticed. The years have been kind to her.

“Aren't you gonna invite me in?”

“No.” She may have been an old friend, but she was still a goddess, and nothing good comes from a God knocking at your door. “What do you want?”

“Simply to see you.” She shrugged. Her eyes were bright and her body was relaxed. “I heard your name mentioned in a village by the lake. Had to see for myself if it was truly you.”

“Why?”

“Why so abrasive, Kray? Been to long for you to trust me still?”

Yes, but he couldn't say that to her face. It felt wrong. They had… history.

At his silence, she sighed, “I will leave if it's what you wish. I just missed you old friend.”

Before she turned she fought a glimpse of his lips hesitating, she waited to give him time to find the words. He sighed long and deep.

“I thought you had fallen with Olympus.” It was not a question, or him digging for an explanation. He sounded so tiered, and his eyes seamed so mournful. He was voicing how he had hurt when they parted, a hurt she knew all to well.

“Same here.” Here eyes cast downward for a moment. “It is why when I heard your name, I- I had to see.”

Her eyes were always so easy to read.

He stood aside and she looked surprised for a moment that he had changed his mind so quickly. This was new for him, and she won't complain.

Smiling softly she entered the home.

“Well hello there, Las.” Mimir greeted with admiring eyes. Kratos warned him with a glare. “Off the table then?”

“Kratos,” She began with a sly chuckle. “I'm beginning to think that you have a thing for severed heads.”

Mimir gave an offended gasp. “Brother, there was another? I thought we had something special.” He joked but he was genuinely curious as to what the pretty lady had meant. The questioning look he gave her said it all.

“Medusa,” Y/n stated, a sad look briefing her features. “A tale for another time, uh…”

“Mimir.” He supplied.

“Y/n.” She introduced with and alluring smile.

Kratos motioned her to follow him around to the table. She sat as he prepared cups and cutlery for dinner.

“What are you doing here?”

She read between the lines, similar question as before but with a different meaning.

“After the fall of Olympus, there were no more burdens chaining me to Greece.” She paused, remembering something unpleasant. “I traveled away, similar to the way you did, I presume. I found myself in a world called Egypt. It was fun. Chaotic and full of interesting people. Yet it never felt like I could build a home there. After a few years, I grew bored and began traveling again. Eventually, I found myself here in Midgard, and you know the rest.”

He hummed listening to her talk. Her voice was the same as he remembered. Even and calm, almost like a song every time she spoke. As far as he knew, her words were the only ones he heard during his time in Greece, that never came around to be lies. Anytime she had spoken to him before, she had always been honest if she was unsure about anything. She had never lead him astray, and it was the only reason he had ever trusted her in the first place.

But if he was being honest with himself, trust had little to do with allowing her into his home.

“Any you?” She eyed the room. Taking note of all the years of life spent here, and presumably not just by Kratos. “You have family?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “My son Atreus, and the head.”

“Oi, brother.”

“And Mimir.” He corrected himself. Y/n chuckled at that.

“And his mother?” She asked softly, unsure if she still had the right to ask personal questions such as those. She had already come to the conclusion that the mother had passed, looking around the state of the home. There was evidence of a woman, but not for a long while.

“Dead,” He said simply. “She fell ill, nearly ten years ago now.”

“My condolences.” She bowed her head.

Kratos placed a plate of seasoned meat before her with a cup of water before serving himself and joining her at the table. She chuckled at his newly found ability to cook. She would not comment on it at the time.

As they began to eat, they indulged in comfortable conversation. It had been a long time since Kratos had been around someone who knew him. Truly knew him. Not just the stories and prophecies he's been tangled up in. It felt nice to have someone's eyes on him. He had felt before, and again now, that she had been a true ally to him. Y/n had never cared for the God of War, nor the rumors and stories amongst the residents of Greece about him. She had only ever spoken to him as Kratos. Talking to her awakened feelings in him that he feared died with Faye. A feeling of comfort in being seen.

She asked some questions about his life, and where it had taken him since they parted. He talked briefly about Faye and his journey with Atreus after her passing. He told her of Ragnarok. And she commented on how he'd always found himself in trouble with other gods.

While they ate and caught up mainly him talking about Atreus- his eyes had a life of there own, not shying away from admiring her. She had not changed much. Something Krotos noted was her laugh lines; she's had a happier life since abandoning Greece. Much has happened, but he can honestly say the same for himself. He was happy she found some joy somewhere.

“And what of you?” He turned the conversation away from himself. “Did you ever marry?”

“No,” She laughed shaking her head slowly. “No man ever worth my hand.” A sad look in her eyes for only a moment. If he had not been staring so intently he would have missed it.

“You had many options before..”

“None who were worth my hand.” She stated again. “Or at least none who were worthy and willing.”

This he did not quite understand. She was as intelligent as she was graceful in her beauty. A humble and modest woman. She was the most sought-after for marriage in all the time he knew her. He had figured it was why he had never been able to pursue her more than idle flirting. She was above him, worthy of more.

She laughed slyly at his eyes moving over her, confusion written on his face.

“That is way, Kratos.” Her head shook. “Few men has ever looked past my body, so few men were worthy.”

“Hmm.” He nodded. Kratos was guilty of this. He knew it. All his years, encountering her by chance and seeking her out for aid in his quests for revenge, they had flirted and bantered, but that was it. He had gotten to know her without ever asking questions or listening.

He was ashamed of the man he used to be, a womanizer. She had always worn loose-fitted gowns, but he had still seen glimpses of her figure through it. He'd flirt and she’d flirt back, but she'd never let him touch her. Never let him have her the way he wanted to. Her eyes would always make him feel like she wanted him to, but her words always told him no. She'd often leave him with an itch he'd let any other willing women scratch. Because he would not cross the line so many other gods did. But all the same, he had once treated many women as throw-away fun.

He is glad she never swayed from her standards and belittled herself for a man. It was respectable and dangerous considering the men of Olympus.

She would've made a fine wife if he had the maturity then to recognize it.

“I am sorry.” It came out more pitiful and emotional than expected. He regretted the things he'd elude to with her back then.

“For what?” She asked stunned by a sudden apology.

“Not seeing past your beauty.” He chose his words carefully. if she was planning to settle in Midgard, it would be nice to have an old friend to talk to. offending her was the last thing he wanted to do.

“But you did.” She smiled. “You were just not willing.”

“I was not.” He refused. He couldn't believe anyone would see that version of himself as worthy of women like her. He had had trouble believing Faye would see him as worthy once he opened up to her about his past, once she knew the kind of man he was once. So surely not a woman who had seen it firsthand could truthfully say he was- then or now.

“It is a shame you do not see you as I do, Kratos.” She sighed deeply. “Sure, you were a man led by emotion and hormones,” Pausing to chuckle. “But you treated me kindly and fairly. You never hurt me.”

“Aww.” Mimir sighed happily.

Kratos groaned eyeing the back of his head. Y/n laughed nervously, forgetting someone else was in the house. She did not mean to get that personal in front of a stranger.

“Sorry, ignore me! I'll be reading.”

“Anyway.” She stood grabbing the empty plates.

Kratos stood taking them from her hands, making her frown.

“You cooked.” She demanded.

“You are a guest.” He retorted, taking them to wash. She smiled at his back, enjoying being in his company again. He smiled ever so slightly for the same reasons.

“What will you do now?”

“Oh,” She thought, looking up to envision her coming answer. “Likely travel a bit, find a cozy place to settle for a while.”

Kratos hummed turning back to her, watching as she leaned against the table. His eyes took in all of her. Her body was covered in a gown and light armor. Boots and straps fitted by no blacksmith or tailor known to these realms. The colors complemented her skin and hair fairly. She seemed to be traveling light. Her gear would not aid her well in traversing these realms.

“You're staring again.” She mused.

“You travel light, it will not do you good in these parts.” He explained. He did not want her to conclude that he was the same man driven by lust, as that was not the case anymore. “Before you go far I will introduce you to the dwarves.”

“Dwarfs?”

“Blacksmiths- good ones.” He nodded. “They will fit you with what you’ll need.”

“Thank you Kratos,” She smiled to him sweetly. “But I do not see myself going far.”

“Good.” He smiled back ever so slightly.

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•Kermitts Masterlist•

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Five

Masterlist

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.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[the-broken-truth]

I was thinking. How would Loki/Atreus would react if he discovers that Revna was Björn all this time? Do you think it would accidental?

[Midgard - Kratos' Cabin]

Kratos (Looks across the table at Freya, who just arrived): What do you need, Freya?

Freya (Looks around the cabin, looking for Atreus): Where is Atreus? This is something he is going to want to know.

Kratos: The boy is hunting deer, he believes that he will run into Björn if he does this because my other son is fond of deer meat for some stranger reason.

Freya: He will not because he let Björn get away from him a week ago.

Kratos (Raises an eyebrow): What do you mean Björn go away from him a week ago? The Raven Girl - Revna - was the one that escape from his grasp a week ago when the God of Thunder came and saved her from him.

Freya: I say this because Revna is actually Björn - he was turned into a female by another witch that lives here in Midgard.

Kratos (Look shocked and stands up): How do you know this, Freya?

Freya: I was following Thor's Family when they arrived in Midgard and they were traveling to his witch's house. I overheard Thor telling the witch that he wanted her to change Renva back into Björn but instead of doing this - The witch separated the two of them: Björn and Revna were once the same person but now they are separate beings.

Kratos: When was this? Where are they now?

Freya: They are in Asgard - the spell knocked Björn and Revna out and Thor took them home. And as for where they are now - if I knew that, I would be trying to take them for myself instead of telling you.

Kratos: Why do you want them?

Freya: My son saw Björn as a younger brother and I want to keep him safe, as, for Revna, I wouldn't mind having a daughter. (Smirks)

[The Door Open - Revealing Atreus]

Atreus (Looking at Freya): You aren't getting them. They belong here. With me.

Kratos: Were you spying on us, Boy?

Atreus: I came back and overheard the conversation I had my brother in my grasp and I let that fat fool take him away. Now, I have a brother and a sister and I am going to take them away from the Aesir and bring them back home here. (Turns and walks out of the house before looking at the sky) Just wait, Björn & Revna, I am going to bring you both back home.

[the-firebird69]

So do I have it seriously have that backup

How's our son and daughter and you have to back up everything you do and it causes you to succeed more we have a few other things in the news and we're going to go over it this guy Trump he has been out all day for several days and it has done nothing but help our son and daughter his absence is a bonafide bonus and benefit this stuff that they're doing is helping and it is definitely necessary and it's appreciated putting him in court and stuff they realize he's not falling yet and he's still saying that he's done and stuff and he's not done and he has a lot more stuff and they're going after it and finding out other stuff about him too and that's what they wanted.

-other than that the pseudo empire is coming in and they're kind of forced to and they're forced to by these idiots on the max morlock and they're coming in now and saying we're going to just shoot you because of what you're doing and they are pulling them in lots of them so tonight there will be an action in the rings and people are saying it we're going to have to go out there to get this opened up and stop them from grabbing us when they want and then poured you bags here because that's all they're doing and people hate them for it our son and daughter hate them and want them killed because they're so weak and we are coming in and we are replacing them and taking over a little areas and constantly it is constant it is a nasty thing but they have the people for it and just keep coming so we have to keep coming and we're trying to keep doing it and we have a system but this is huge it is huge that the pseudo empire is replacing these people and we are now the percentages aren't changing too much but their areas are shrinking and the percentages are still remaining the same in Charlotte county it's always around 70% match warlock and the rest are different groups and it's not a ton of pseudo empire so it's weird that they did that to them and evil and it's not necessary and we are going to go after them for it as we see their purpose is to just fill it up with stuff and the pseudo empire is founded to return and the areas they're filling up or making it so it's not really possible and there's a few places we can take over and we should because we don't want to see this dumb s*** happen again and we're going forward with it today he said this will stop this cycle and we do see it they're going to have to come here and I'll come here Matt and we do need that too and these guys sell out to us all the time so we have plans to do it helps his wife and we appreciate it and helps him and we do appreciate it now we have some people want to say some things

Thor Freya

We are listening to our son and daughter getting angry and we're upset and we should be upset with ourselves a little bit and we need our people to perform much better on the home front we are lazy and fat and slow and he says it's going to be a problem possibly and we don't want one the whole thing of this is for us to survive we need to express this war we need to use what we have we need to use stuff we aren't getting going and he's been saying it every single time it's really frustrating saying it to these assholes then saying to us we are using the media we're not using it well we should be putting up better stuff and we've done it before and we're pulling it out and there's other stuff and he said I'm reviewing it says get it reviewed today tested tonight so I'm going to go ahead and do that I love it so she's going to issue orders and I thank them he thinks me a lot that's a lot of hardship here but nobody's paying attention and he needs a tractors like this car even though it's going to be hell it's going to be a benefit for us and we do see it

Apollo and Goddess Wife and the other side yeah it's Hera's god and goddess of Russia and yes my name is Kratos and my Goddess wife is with me

Olympus

[badwasabi]

So I'm reading a Worm/God Of War 2018 fusion fanfiction.

Taylor's father is secretly Kratos.  She starts to manifest her godly powers for no reason.

Mostly, this makes her sick. She can also heal people. Which makes her sicker.

"Danny" reads her into the whole god thing, and drags her across the continent, then across the Atlantic, to find the mcguffin needed to save her life and make her power her power. Unfortunately mommy's magic that cloaked them stops working. 

And in case you're wondering, yes, her mother is Freya. She's also dead. Something about the process to give birth to Taylor made her mortal. And no, we don't know what happened to Atreus yet. 

Or if he even exists in this universe.

Also, the Endbringers are tracking them. They don't like interlopers on their turf.

Kratos and Taylor get to Africa. They get the McGuffin, which happens to be in Ash Beast's route. They try to flee, but end up caught in a bunch of refugees heading for the ocean.

Leviathan shows up, to kill Kratos and Taylor.

Kratos apparently sacrifices himself to protect Taylor from Leviathan. On autopilot, she joins the refugees, ends up in a refugee camp, and starts healing people. When Miss Militia finds Taylor, she takes her to a hospital (in Canada?). Taylor's godmother (previously introduced) and Narwhal take Taylor to Newfoundland (which is underwater). 

Taylor uses the McGuffin to go underwater and retrieve the McGuffin her mother left.

This concludes the first act. When Taylor finally comes into her power.

You might have noticed something missing.

A serious lack of actual choices by Taylor.

I can understand what the writer was going for. Kratos is the main protagonist of the 2018 game, so he's the main protagonist of the story. But the writer was so focused on being godly and epic that they forgot to make Taylor an actual character. With, like, initiative and stuff.

Taylor goes farther from home than she's ever been before. But she doesn't really think about Brockton Bay, for contrast, and mostly just follows her dad. Doesn't think about what she wants to do with her powers, or wonder much about what they are. 

When Kratos fends off some pirates, and brutalizes one before killing him, this worries Taylor for about five seconds and then never comes up again.

Kratos just randomly decides to sacrifice himself, even though there's no evidence that Levithan is an especially greater threat, just a closer one, or that fighting him should be lethal to Kratos.

There's no moment where he looks at the situation, and visibly makes a decision, or hints at it beforehand. No sense of buildup. 

He gives a speech about how much he loves Taylor as he runs toward the fight, which seems a tad out of character for such a laconic man.

It's like the writer went, "Well, she has all she needs, time to kill Obi-Wan!"

Also, the story is chock-a-block with flashbacks and stories and tales  and visions and  loads of things that aren't happening now. 

Remember, God of War 2018 had a sort of framing device;  it was all one continuous camera shot. 

God of War Ragnarok did the same thing; even when characters were teleporting or dreaming or seeing visions, it was always one shot. And there were a lot of things to ground us, like the puzzles.

This story isn't nearly so graceful.

It's very hard to care very much about a story when you're telling us we need to care about all this other stuff too. 

In fact, remember the point I said we got to?  When Taylor finally gets the second mcguffin from her mum that will let her  control her power? 

The next chapter is an interlude, with Ms Militia as the POV character. And a lot of that chapter is just telling us stuff we could have figured out and don't even need to be told. It jumps back in time so it can tell us this stuff.

The only new info is that the god with Narwhal is her (and Taylor's) godmother. It's a very literal Deus Ex Machina to get her to another very literal Deus Ex Machina.

It took 11 chapters just for the "first act" to end. And then another chapter that was mostly redundant. And you know what happens when we cut back to Taylor?

That's right. Another vision/flashback of the origin of another God we have never met, but we're supposed to care about, because she had a dramatic backstory and she saves Taylor.

Taylor wakes up floating in the ocean, off Canada, fully manfested. Due to a bunch of contrivances, Taylot accidentally injures and then heals a member of the RCMP who thought it was a good idea to mess with the McGuffin trunk protected by Kratos' and Freya's magic. 

Owned by a girl who looks and acts strange and is apparently a parahuman.

Without actually asking permission.

Even though Taylor can tell the cop is very afraid.

When the other Canuck Cops show up and power manacle Taylor with her consent, she gets agitated, effortlessly snaps the manacles, realizes the parahuman po-po are about to spray her down with containment foam, and finds it "shockingly easy" to bullet-time away from them, and even make one spray the others.

Then Narwhal shows up.

Um, yeah, minor issue; why would Taylor do that?

I can understand why Taylor's god powers might have issues with manacles. It already prefers her barefoot. But why would she actively attack the cops, especially since she was just worried about accidentally seriously injuring one? 

The story doesn't even pretend to give her a reason. She just does it. Even as the ostensible protagonist, her powers are dragging her along.

You know what might work better? Taylor bullet-times out of the cops trying to foam her. She tries to get away, but runs out of speed. Turns back, realizes cops are about to go lethal, and is about to actively defend herself when Narwhal drops in between both groups and defuses the situation.

Also, Narwhal doesn't seem to match her canon personality (as the Wiki describes her) at all. She's basically the Cool Quirky Big Sis archetype, not serious, hard-nosed, and formal.

She's apparently a demigod, but somehow ended up with the same powers, appearance, and job as canon; head of the Toronto protectorate.

Also, why did the bullet-time only kick in when Taylor needed to beat the cops, and not when she needed to stop the first cop? Who was explicitly right next to Taylor? Plot contrivance, of course!

The first cop could've accidentally brushed against the chest. Maybe she trips over something Taylor left on the floor, reaches out to steady herself, touches the latch before Taylor can reach out, and then the chest automatically blasts the cop.

Or she could just go "what's in the box?" and tap the chest with the side of her foot, which the protections misinterpret as an attack. 

You could even use both scenarios to hint at Taylor's bullet time. Everything slows down, but she's not quite fast enough to stop the cop

This story is very popular. I can understand why a lot of people like it. But for me, I've already hit the eight deadly words.