Y/N and her two sons live a quieter life after the death of her husband, guiding her children to worry of much needed training and getting along despite their differences. Until the day comes where she figured out her sons have been going behind her...
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It's warmer than normal, at least that's what she feels. The time is day, early in the mornings. There's green in a few places, feel like it's been forever since she seen actual nature. The sun's rays are relaxing, shinning onto both fur and skin that lay exposed, two toned lips agape at the familiar sights. There's confusion rooted deep within her, yet she can't quiet understand why that is exactly. A light frown forms, e/c eyes looked around curiously.
Did we go hunting?.. No, it's not that.. Something's different..
Scarred brows scrunched together.
"Atreus! Morpheus! Boys, where are you!?"
She calls, beginning to jog around the lovely forest.
"Morpheus! Atreus! Atreus! Morpheus!"
And still there is no response, just the sounds of birds in the distance, and many other sounds the forest makes when alone.
"Atreus! Morpheus! Atre—!"
Her body pivots around and she pumps into her husband, who grabs a hold of her shoulders once her body collides with his. She places her hands on his chest out of surprise, her face gazing up into his own quiet.
"Y/N, why are you calling for them? Did you forget that we are out hunting?"
Kratos's gruff voice spoke, his hands sliding from her arms to wrap around her waist.
"If you do not feel like hunting, I will take my sons instead. You have been saying you are tired, I do not wish to exhaust you further."
The woman stares at him for a long while as those moments feel like hours of admiration and a strange gut feeling, a light smile soon falling upon her lips as the sound of her name from his mouth. She glances down, hands slide over the minimal armor of his chest plate, fingers outlining the Norse markings. Locking eyes with him once again, Y/N gives her head a little shake.
"Hmm.. Trying to get rid of me, huh? Leave me home with Mimir, and have him tell a bunch of stories like an old man I see."
"You've told me you enjoy the head's stories."
Hands raised to cup the cheeks of a rough looking man.
"I do, but I have all the time in the world to listen to them."
They fall to his shoulders, one of her hands gliding over his exposed shoulder to give it a squeeze, then his arm as a playful glint could be seen within her eyes.
"You're pretty big."
He grunts, though she could feel him flex under her touch.
"I've always been big. That is something you know all too well."
A slightly dramatic gasp is given by his suggestive comment, which she goes to lightly smack his shoulder.
