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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Of course it's him.. Kratos, did you really have to go off and die at a time like this??
Her chest reused and falls as a deep breath is inhaled, then exhaled through the nose. There had been a light pause, and his hefty voice from the son, speaks.
"Can I come in?"
The Aesir's hand falls from hovering over the side of the hammer to behind himself, pulling out a mug, which he displays fairly high due to being a rather tall man.
"I have mead. Is your husband—"
"—I am the head of the house! I make the rules. No, I would not be of good company to you!"
She calls, knowing that would not be good enough to steer him away.
"Oohhh.. I see. I send my condolences.. But, I'm sure we'd have lots to talk about.. Ma'am."
Brows knotted together at his words, she keeps her eyes on the God while leaning into the eldest son. She mutters something to him, gesturing with her head inside of the house. He looks over at her for a moment, slowly putting away his blade before stepping behind her to pull Atreus inside with him. The axe lowers, yet the grip ceases to loosen, gesturing Thor to come inside her home in silence. E/c orbs watch as he struts over, his round shoulders twisting from side to side, she could feel her form shrink once he grows closer.
But he stops one they are simple standing near one another, and she gazed up at him with a fierce expression.
"Go on. We don't have all day."
Y/N speaks and he hums, turning away to walk inside the house. Two birds follow him, Odin's birds to be exact, and this just resurface the aggravation from before, yet this time it is due to the unwelcome company and the large hole in the roof. Stepping inside quietly, she grips the wooden door and tosses it shut behind her with a thud. The large man pivots his body to look down at her, a slight nod as he speaks.
"Hmm, nice place."
"Thanks. Now sit."
Gesturing with the weapon, and the deep red haired male complied as such. He loudly sets the alcohol bottle onto the table places there by the two sons and settled down himself, the mother does the same, and gesturing for him to put his weapon to be eye level. Morpheus and Atreus look at the two in silence, the youngest slightly nudging his big bro to grab the cups. He slowly takes a few steps back before hurriedly leaving the three for a moment. Thor continues to follow her orders, taking the hammer from his hip to set it upon the table.
"You're a good listener."
She comments and does the same, which makes the Aesir scoff a seemingly tired laugh.
"Told you.. Here to talk."
"We will see."
Now back with the rest of them, the dark haired young man cautiously leans over the to place the cups in front of both mighty warriors, quickly stepping back to be near his brother who settled more near his mother's side of the table. Thor goes about to grab the bottle, opening it to pour them both a drink, though it comes off slightly pass-aggressive. He slams it back onto the table and rests his large hands onto his knees waiting, the young female does not move an inch either.
