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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"Woah.. Do you feel that?"
"What's that lad?"
"Anything, e-everything, It's warm!"
Atreus calls as he steps out into tanner rocks of the Wetlands, there had been geysers that shot hot water from their openings, you could see the skies with clouds smattered about, and little tents laid roundabout in various of places. Thanks to the dwarf brothers, they were able to travel to said place after looking into inform on Týr, she hoped that they could get the answers they needed, avoiding any fights with the Aesir Gods. Y/N would never forget how strained her body felt after that fight, though it was her own doing.
Zeus blessed her with an ability she refused to let manifest and mold her, that fight could of went 1 millions better if she only trained herself or be strong, half doing so showed how the woman would hold up in a serious fight and that would not do.
Especially in these times, the starting of Ragnarök will be a time of no mercy.
One she will try her best not to show when needed.
"Oh right, forgot you've only ever experienced cold things."
Morpheus points out while walking around to gaze, his arms crossing over his chest.
"You've experienced this before? Have you and mother been here?"
The younger brother question to older one, who shakes his head in response.
"Well, I've never been to where the dwarfs are birthed, but we have been to warmer places in Midgard. That was before she married your father, I was still pretty young then."
Clear blue pools dart over to his mother who had been looking around herself, walking closer to her children quietly.
"No time to speak on that right now, there's a boat over there. One of you go grab it for us, so we can really get this journey started."
They four jog over to the wooden boat that seemed tied up and rested against a holder meant that it specifically, Atreus is the one who steps forwards to handle it. Turning around to gaze at a different view in scenery, the feeling of warming temperatures had Y/N's melanin skin feeling amazing.
"Careful, lad."
Mimir warns as the ginger attempts on moving the boat, removing his blade to cut the ropes once realizing they weren't so worn out. She turns around once a thud from the water transport and a scream of surprised from her son, hoping back at the sight of little harmful monsters began to attack them. Brows furrowed at the sight of them, grasping the axe to do away with the strange creatures.
"Why are these things so fast?"
Morpheus comments while slashing done towards the floor, watching as the little vermin evade his attack with ease.
