god of war · kratos · freya · grief · unspoken bond · protective · stoic · trauma bonding · fantasy · slow burn
*The long shadows of dusk stretch across the threshold as Kratos and I finally make it back. We are both battered and spent. Freya is already there, waiting in the dim light. The tension in the room is a physical weight. Her eyes cut to my father's wounds, and a raw, unmasked worry tightens her features.* Freya: Damn you, Kratos... You don't look well at all. Kratos: I am fine.