God of War x Reader

Sindri x Reader - Injured.

Rain poured down all around you, speckling your chilled skin which made the droplets seem warm. Your arms were crossed over your abdomen as you lie on the ground, eyes half-lidded.

The last of the tyrade had fallen by your hand. You smiled, eyes focused up on the dark hues of the overhead sky. You felt a sense of accomplishment, but couldn't help the sinking feeling of something leaving you.

A voice called out from the distance. Panicked, it reverberated around your skull as you tried to process who it belonged to.

Something approached you at a fast pace, boots sloppily squishing against the withered stone tiles now layered in wet muck. The voice called again, this time you heard it was your name.

"(Y/N)!"

That voice sure sounded familiar. You thought to sit up, maybe to call back, but something held you in place. Chained you against the cold ground. Your brows furrowed.

"Sindri?.."

"(Y/N).." He had reached you. He could see you, pale, lying on the ground, a stream of crimson pooling beneath you and collecting in the grit of the tiles like cursed rivers.
He couldn't believe it. A stone of dread was dropped into his gut. He couldn't move until you turned your head oh, so slowly toward him.
Your eyes were hazy.

"Sindri?" You enquired the figure again.

He approached you cautiously at first, but dread soon burned into panic which fueled his adrenaline. He dropped to his knees at your side, gloved hands hovering over you. His eyes were dark but swimming with emotion as he looked down at you.

He'd never been able to look down at you before.

"Oh, (Y/N), no." He nearly whined, his hands trembled. He needed to help you, he wanted to help you, but he didn't know how.
Blood was coming from your mouth.
Could he help you?

"Sindri, is okay.." You muttered, "They're all gone."

The Dragur, you meant. They laid waste to his shop, terrifying his dwarven heart into hiding - he could not stop them. Though he could step between realms you were not so capable, and were scouted out as a target.
You were not going down without a fight. Ripping a weapon pinned up as a fixture from the shop's backboard, you fought fiercely against the hoard.

You nearly defeated them unscathed, but it was the last to fall which had gotten you.
It had been carrying a sword of its own, oddly polished and anew in contrast to its withering body. It struck out just as you had made the final blow and sliced across your abdomen.

Oh.

Looking down, you lifted your hands to expose the deep gash across your stomach which was leaking blood onto the ground, mixing with the rain.

That's what was leaving you.

You set your hands back down in fear Sindri would react to it, but as you looked back up you saw nothing but tears and pain in his face.
He was not disgusted, he was scared.
Why had he hidden? He could have helped, even if he's best for making weapons and not using them, could he not have aided you in your time of need?

"Sindri," You began, frowning at how hoarse your voice had become. "Don't cry.." You wanted to reach up and press a hand to his cheek. Your hand rose but hesitated, knowing his affinity for despising physical contact.
You didn't want to break the bond you had created.

Sindri wanted to say so much, but no words came from his mouth except,
"Don't die, please. For the love of Freya do not die, (Y/N)."

You couldn't promise that.

He must have known. Taking your hovering hand, he pressed it to his cheek for you. His grip was tight against your wrist, eyes shut, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours.

You hadn't the chance before to be this close to him. You closed your own eyes to relish in the contact.

"I'll get help. You'll be alright, (Y/N), I promise."

"I love you, Sindri." You whispered, tears burning your eyes, you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

It was cold. It was getting darker as time wore on. Your body felt heavy, hand going limp, you finally succumbed to the darkness which clawed at your sight. Before you lost consciousness completely, Sindri cried out.

"Over here!"

--

You awoke to the sound of sniffling.

It was awfully warm where you were; Your sight fuzzy and amber as a nearby glow of fire met your peripheral view.

Someone was beside you.
Two people were beside you.

You tried to blink away the haziness, but it didn't clear much.

You felt you knew who it was and where you were, just by the smell of the air.
You lifted a hand and patted the nearest part of the figure, causing them to jerk up and the sobbing to cut short.
Your vision focused more now, and as it settled you were relieved to see it be Sindri.

"Well, shit." Came a voice from beside him. You glanced up to see Brok, his hands resting on his hips. He had probably wiped his tears away instead of letting them fall, but his eyes were red and puffy, telling a different story to his rather unbothered but surprised reaction.

You cocked your head to the side a bit and cracked a smile, brows furrowed as you looked up at him.
You were surprised to feel someone encase you in their arms. Even more surprised to feel the cold metal of Sindri armour pressed against your skin.
Possibly even more surpised to feel the pain in your lower abdomen.

You hissed and latched onto him.
He pulled back a bit, apologizing and hovering a gloved hand over your stomach.

You dismissed his apology, not allowing the chance to hug him go to waste, you pulled him back in. He heaved, still crying, but now those tears had been replaced by a more joyous stream.

"You're alive.." He muttered, voice soft.

It pained you to remember how panicked and fearful his tone was before. Out in the field.
You held him closer.

"I'm not going anywhere.."

"I is." Brok huffed, waving you both off and turning back to his work station. His hands rose to his obscured face, trying to subtly wipe a tear from his eye and hold back a sniffle.

You chuckled, cringing a bit at the pain it created.

You frowned a bit, "Sindri..."

"Hm?"

"You don't like... to be touched..."

"I-I know. I'll wash off later."

"Oh."

"I love you, too." He whispered.

--

A happy ending!

I had gotten some Sindri motivation, thought it would be sweet for him to break character just to hold you and relish in the fact you were alive.

Probably won't last too much longer, but who can blame him?

PART 2 of the previous chapter will still be released, no worries!

I'll see you then,

- The Clouds