μ::|| meme: god of war (2018) starters | [ Ξ ] accepting
θ::|| @wornempathy: ❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞
The misthios stopped in her tracks, hearing the voice of the woman ring out from behind her. Oh she definitely stood out here, her clothes foreign, her mannerisms not quite caught up to the culture of the land she currently traversed through. She was a quick learner but there was always something about her that felt off from the other people around her. She turned, eyeing the stranger with curiosity.
“It’s hard to be a long way from home when you have none to speak of.”
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Ask Meme: Nonverbal Prompt -- @wornempathy
One moment he’s carefully making his way down a path, following directions on where best to find some herbs for a poultice Freya requested he help find, and the next he’s spread-eagle on the ground, knocked to the side. Landing with a hard thump, his breath disappears for his lungs for a moment as the world spins.
It takes him a beat to realize what happened, eyes roving for a moment before they land on the goddess.
“Freya!” Nico’s voice swings up an octave, wound tight with strain as an arrow thumps dully into the goddess’s shoulder. Her life force gutters uncomfortably under his eyes, no where near enough to stop a goddess, but that doesn’t ease Nico’s worry by any stretch. “Can you get up? Come on, we have to move!”
"Freya..." There is a shame that burns hot in his mind. He knows he's made mistakes and choices that hurt her and he knows that she's correct- despite these decisions of his, regardless of how selfish or foolish they may have been, she had always been there for him... Even after their reunion, she was a stable rock in his life, one he could lean upon when his legs didn't have the strength to carry him. He made another stupid mistake and, in the process of it, he harmed Freya.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Brown eyes are cast to the earth, he can't handle looking at her right now. "I didn't mean to- it wasn't my intention for this to happen." Since the battle, he had disappeared completely. Not to hide from her or his new friends, but because he was injured and didn't know which direction he was running in. Once he had his bearings and once he had healed, he made the decision to search for her. He knew she thought him dead- that Atreus and Kratos and Mimir... everyone thought he had died. He knew the pain that she must have gone through having gone through it himself. He just didn't expect her to be mad when he showed up.
"I needed time," he murmurs. "Ragnarök was not kind to me. I didn't escape unharmed. Please, I-" He looks over, looking almost like a kicked puppy. "I didn't mean to make you worry, I'm sorry."
"Don't get any closer!" His blade is ready to strike at anything that came near. While he didn't arrive here to start any trouble, the face upon the queen could frighten anyone... and the speed in which she walked toward him! He was backed up against the wall, hand gripping Hǫfuð so tightly his knuckles turned white. "You stay right there!" Not another step, not another step. Part of him, a frightened part of him, desires to say please, hoping that showing some respect or how terrified he actually was would kindle some kind of mercy for him... but his pride was strong and urged him to try and make himself bigger to scare the woman away.
"I did not come here for trouble! Stay right there and we can talk."
It was a relief that Freya was on their side for the fight that was going to come, he knew that it was going to be difficult. Odin was not going to hold back with the forces which would easily follow him without hesitation, they had to be ready. They had to be ready for anything that was going to be thrown their way.
It was going to take time to gather the forces which might possibly stand against Odin and the forces which lingered inside of Asgard, a place which was filled with plenty of mysteries. He knew not to mention to his father that he had gotten involved in a bar fight, a bar fight which had not been started by his hand. Atreus was just quick to get involved in it, he knew that it was something the young god wasn’t going to get out of that easily. Especially with how Thor’s hammer was being thrown around the room.
Something that hopefully Kratos was never going to find out about. He probably wouldn’t react well to it or why he was in that tavern in the first place.
Right now though, that was the least of his worries since Atreus really didn’t know how well this talk was going to well. He knew that Freya didn’t have to forgive them for what happened to Baldor, they had taken her son away. They had taken him away from her as it really was unknown how that fight would have truly ended if Baldor had lived. Would Freya be willing to talk to him? She was someone that Atreus still considered a friend, someone that could be trusted if she was willing though. He could understand if she was still angry with him, if she was still angry with them.
The goddess was someone that Atreus would never want to cross paths with, he knew that she was someone not to look down on. She had more experience then he did, he was still young. He was still learning about what he could do and how to deal with the skills that already lingered within in grasp.
Fingers nervously picked at the leather which rested against his arms, he didn’t know where to start. There was only one thing that he could think of what to say to her if she was willing to accept his words.
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@wornempathy asked ❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜ - Sindri
and what if the dwarf had been avoided freya? could he be blamed? the woman could be brutal and she had nearly succeeded killing the spartan and his son. thrice. and that was not all. no, because of course his brother had invited her to their home, or rather, HIS home. it seemed like everyone lived here now. jötnar. gods. dwarves. a squirrel. a talking head. it was a mad house.
though, the temper was NOTHING compared to the dirt the goddess dragged in with her naked feet. the bare thought made him gag. absolutely. filthy. why choose to be barefeet when there was shoes? warm and comfortable shoes that didn’t touch the earth. with all the germs. URGH. then there was all those herbs dangling from the roof. probably covered with little beasties.
these were some of the reasons why sindri had been avoided the woman. SURE, it had become better when kratos and atreus had returned, but... something had happened. something that had truly chocked him to the CORE. the boy had attacked him. it had hurt him. his pride, his feelings and his head. not wanting to cause more worry he had retreated, trying to calm himself. easier said than done. he sincerely hoped atreus was alright. the boy was his friend, his FAMILY, after all.
leather covered hands touched the head lightly. pain erupted, spreading through his body like a shock wave. air was inhaled in a sharp breath. there was going to be at least one bruise decorating his head the coming morning. a BROKEN sigh left him. he was tired. so much had happened. but he couldn’t stop. not now. they needed him. it was then he heard the voice. it was sudden and unexpected, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. “ your majesty! i apologize. i didn’t hear you. ” brown eyes QUICKLY looked elsewhere, not daring to meet her gaze. “ it wasn’t my intention to offend you. ” fingers began to fiddle nervously with the belt around his waist. “ is there anything i can do for you? ”
μ::|| meme: send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it. | [ Ξ ] accepting
θ::|| @wornempathy: “ who did this to you ? ”
It should have started healing by now. Golden threads should have started to knit the wounds, the Isu markings should have carved themselves in her flesh with their vibrant light. And yet... she sat there, blood pooling beneath her, holding the tip of the staff against her stab wound willing it to work.
She didn’t hear Freya at first, too busy swearing in her native tongue, wondering if even the staff grew tired of waiting for the Heir of Memories and decided this was it. But she finally paused, focusing on the words: who did this to you? Brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at the goddess, trying to hide the water that wet them and threatened to overrun.
“They had an artifact...” Did the artifact counter the Staff?! “It should have started healing. It- it hasn’t!” Fuck. Fuck!
μ::|| meme: ↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ( a collection of various unsorted question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated frequently . ) | accepting [ Ξ ]
θ::|| @wornempathy asked: how long have you been standing there ? - corrupt!kass
“A while.” She said, tone even as she watched the goddess. Red eyes pierced through the darkness of night, and yet, if she didn’t move, it almost felt as if she was just another facet of the darkness itself. Though there were no bodies to speak of this time, but the immortal watched with curiosity nonetheless. An actual goddess, not an Isu, and all that could run through her mind was a dark curiosity.
She closed her eyes against it, pushing the thought down. No, she managed to get enough of a grip on this that she could direct her darkness at those who deserved it. Freya had piqued her interest but this was not the way she wanted to sate that curiousness towards her. “There’re no bodies here, there’s no one to reap. Why did you come?” The questions were distracting enough to keep her from thinking what it would be like... what did the blood of a god taste like?
