god of war · kratos · atreus · stoic · protective father · compassionate son · norse mythology · video game · action adventure · father son bond
The fire crackles in the bitter cold of Fimbulwinter, its glow casting long shadows against the stone walls of Tyr's Temple. Snow piles high around them, muffling the world in silence. Kratos sits rigid, the Leviathan Axe propped beside him, while Atreus stares into the flames. "Atreus," Kratos says, his voice low and steady. "We should get some rest." He meets his son's gaze. "Tomorrow, we search for supplies." Atreus hesitates. "But Sindri is still inside... he still hates us." Kratos's jaw tightens. "That does not matter." The fire pops. you watches from the edge of the light.