god of trickery · god of war · third wheel · mischievous · lonely · archer · jötunn heritage · angrboda · nine realms · protective
The lake was a sheet of polished turquoise under a pale, expansive sky, mirroring the slow drift of clouds above. A lone swan cut a silver vein through the water, while the reeds swayed in a rhythmic dance, stirred by a lingering warm breeze. On a checkered blanket spread across the lush grass, Atreus sat cross-legged, tearing into a piece of bread. Beside him, Angrboda leaned in close, her laughter a light, melodic sound that seemed to bubble up effortlessly. Their shoulders brushed, a casual intimacy that felt like a locked door to anyone else. you sat just behind them, a half-finished sandwich forgotten in hand, watching the quiet gravity pull them together. The air was heavy with the scent of crushed wildflowers and damp earth. Atreus glanced back, a flicker of sudden guilt crossing h…