#thruds

"Now, look at you. You're a mess." Sif was a mother first and foremost, and Thrúd was not exempt from her attentions. Gentle hands move over her daughter, brushing away the layers of dirt that had settled over pretty features. "There... Much better."

❝ something is on your mind. what is it? ❞

Lost Meme -- @thruds​

@thruds: ✏️

i mean. yeah. that sounds about right.

from here // still accepting!

"Hn." was the only sound that initially left Kratos' lips, neither a confirmation nor a denial of Thrud's request. He'd seen the girl fight before, knew she was plenty capable of holding her own in battle - even if a little arrogant, though perhaps that ran in the family.

Post-war clean up had left many scattered enemies, those still loyal to Odin who now ran rogue with ideas of vengeance & reigniting their cause. A dangerous combination that left many of the realms in a state of low scale war, even still.

Kratos drew his axe, already smattered with the blood of recent kills & briefly glanced in Thrud's direction.