#boyofwar

"I will not have some little runt tell me what to do!" It must have been an odd sight to see the two fighting together. Heimdall, making sure that the coast was clear before approaching the child, was there to deliver a gift- an honest gift. It was a quiver capable of holding more than the one Loki currently had with a few special arrows Heimdall had created himself. Arrows that fired with the bifrost and could slowly eat away at any creature they were fired at. Of course, when he had arrived (and exactly as he had thought it would go), the boy was hostile and defensive. He would not let Heimdall near, which was fine, but the shouting that both had been doing had drawn the attention of some... unsavory beings, and now they were here, back to back and fighting for their lives.

Heimdall, even with one arm, was cutting through the waves of undead beasts with ease. But with each one he cut down, two more took its place. They would soon be overwhelmed, he understood that and so did the boy who had cleverly thought up a plan to get rid of all of them... but Heimdall was prideful and hated being ordered around.

"You little mongrel.." he heaved. His father was lucky the first time. His arm was gone. Blood dripping past his lips and his arm missing thanks to that fucking spear his father had used to actually land a blow upon him.

"You dare leave me..? Without finishing me!? Like your cowardly father did!?" He bore his teeth. A crude almost manic smile on the seer God's lips as his purple eyes flexed. Bit he was weak. His horn was gone. Much like his pride. His pride was gone. And laughing at them was a loss. Anything he did now was a loss. And now that he was the one on his knees.

He knew for a fact that Odin would no longer see use in him. He was useless now with all he's lost. And he knew all of it. It was hard to get a grasp on. His look of cockiness and manic glee shifted to pain and sadness." How..dare you make me weep like a damn peasant! I'll kill you you half breed shit stain!"

Yet he could barely stand. He struggled. Stumbling back onto his hands and knees before he even had the chance to try and tackle the brat. Tears falling to the dirt as he dug his fingers deep into the dirt." I'm the protector of the asier...kill me damn you! Cowardly little.."

Just another cool day -- but luckily the environment didn't feel as cold as it had looked, so the owner of the voice from the statement didn't sit as close as to the fire. Not that he usually did anyways, due to growing up in a warmer environment altogether.

The red and yellow crackled fiercely, as a hand held out a plate towards the boy.

"Eat," another grunt came out of the God's mouth, waiting to eat his own portion until his son would sit next to him.

It had taken a little longer to cook this time but it would be a bit flavorful and juicy despite it.

This question again... was the first time the boy had been told 'no' not clear enough? Those dwarfs putting ideas in his head, the next time Kratos sees either of them, a thought of throttling them comes to mind.

"It is nothing you need to know." he says firmly, keeping his jaw set. In due time he doesn't doubt Atreus will come to know of many inappropriate things from all sorts of sources; but while the boy was still living under his roof, then he'd abide by Kratos' rules & that means he has no need of knowing.

Besides, a flashing from a dwarfs cock isn't the most important - or eagerly sought after - thing in the Realms.

ᴍᴏ ᴅᴀᴏ ᴢᴜ sʜɪ ► accepting

@boyofwar said: “ it wasn’t me! ”

"Well, it was someone!" As much as the aesir desired to give Loki the beat down of his life, he knew doing so would anger the boy's father, a situation he wasn't too keen on getting himself back into. Granted, his father would have a hard time trying to find either of them- Heimdall made sure his camp was placed in such a way that it would be. Yet this giant was still able to find him somehow. It was simultaneously frustrating and surprising.

"How else could you get here? Those traps aren't simply disarmed, you know!" His skin prickled with unease. If something other than the boy had managed to get through, that meant neither of them was safe here and had to start moving if they wanted to remain alive. It was either someone sent to find him by the All-Father or some intelligent beast lying in wait for its next meal. Heimdall cast his senses out to find some subtle sign of any danger but can hear and see none.

ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ ► always accepting

@boyofwar said: "I don't think my father wants me near the water, or IN the water. I guess he always thought I would drown if he ever taught me how to swim... which makes little sense, but don't tell him I told you that."

"Hey, your secret's safe with me." There is a nervous chuckle paired with a warm smile. Ironic that the topic occurs when they are resting near a small lake. Freyr is leaning on his arms, legs spread out before him with boots removed. The ground was soft and lush, enough to provide comfort while he rested and basked in the sun. It was warm and comforting and, for a moment, let him forget the problems of the world. Brown locks fall past his face as he looks up at the boy, hair like fire in the light. That he did not know how to swim was... concerning. It was a good skill that every fine warrior should know and a dangerous skill to remain ignorant of.

"Far be it from me to say how one should parent their children, but that seems rather... foolish- and I know foolish. I practically invented the thing." He laughs and sits up, twisting his torso to look better at Atreus. "Swimming is important. What if you're caught out at sea? In the river or a lake? If you don't know how to swim, you die." Freyr looks out toward the lake, its waters still and glistening beneath the setting sun. Now there was an idea...