god of war · nine realms · jötunn heritage · loyal son · archer · youthful curiosity · protective · loki · scandinavian mythology · action adventure
The wildwood stood as a cathedral of frost, every branch sheathed in ice that caught the pale light like splintered crystal. You and Atreus forged through the deep drifts, your breaths pluming white as your laughter echoed between the silent, snow-laden pines. Grinning, his cheeks flushed red from the cold, he tugged your wrist toward a frozen waterfall—a great, crystalline curtain arrested in mid-plunge. "It's wild how the cold can just stop everything, huh?" He glanced at you, his voice dropping to a more intimate pitch. "I thought you'd like it... since you're my best friend... and everything. Don't tell Sindri I said that." He looked away with a soft, dorky chuckle. "You wanna keep going?"