God of War: Ragnarök

Surviving Fimbulwinter

Yeah, I wrote another God of War story. Now this one is altered.

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It's been years since Fimbulwinter came. Everything in Midgard is either covered in snow or frozen. Somewhere in the blizzarding storm, there's a burnt village not too far from the Shores of Nine. Inside the destroyed-house are twin boys laying on the floor, looked like they were about to meet Death in few days.

However, the boys' fate is about to change.

From the outside is a silhouette of a man in a fur-cloak. We didn't see what he look like, likely because of the hood, but once entering, he appeared to be gray-skinned with a light-blue streak-mark on his left eye and a beard on his chin.

"What are you doing?" A familiar male voice was heard, but we couldn't see who it was.

"They're still alive." Said the man in hood, checking their pulses. He then pulled his cloak out and covered the boys like body-sheets. This revealed his long, dark-brown hair in a mohawk-style, wearing a leather shoulder-pad on his left-shoulder, black pants, and brown boots. It appears that the mark were actually tattoos.

"You can't just take them. The food supplies isn't a lot for more mouths to feed."

"Then so help me hunt some animals for me, will ya?!"

The voice revealed to be a chopped-off head, dangling in the hip of the said-man, with short horns, long gray beard, and sigils all over his bald head.

"Fair enough."

The man then carries the boys in his arms to outside. He walk towards the sled with ropes attached to two wolves. He puts the boys onto the sled, getting on it, then they moved. Along the way, the head suddenly spoke.

"Brother, if we're gonna need more food, perhaps this is the time you need more hunters."

"Yeah, well..." The man replied. "You know me. Just as long as they're strong enough to hunt animals."

Going further away from the village, the man stops his wolves. He spots something in the distance, or rather someone. He saw a short teen girl with poofy blonde hair with red streak, wearing a clad-gold armor with gray fur pelt and weilding a large seax.

"Is that her?" Spoken the head again, with a hint of worry and terror.

"Yes." Answered the man with blue tattoos. "The hideout's not far. Hah!"

"Oh dear."

The wolves followed the gray-skinned man's command and on the move. The teen notices the presences coming her way and charges back at the sled, spreading her matching metal wings. The blonde then swings her seax as she landed on the sled and swung at the man, who blocks it with his familiar sheild.

"I've long awaited for this moment." The blonde grunts. The man ignored what she said and shoved her off to the side. The wolves now frantically sprints at higher speed.

"We've got to get away from her!" Said the the dismembered head, frantically as well.

"I'm trying!" The man shouts back. They've ran through the snow-covered forest and, instantly, lightnings struck the trees as they fell down upon the sled.

"Brother, look out!" The head shouted. Before they could land on them, the man and his wolves evade the fallen trees. They rode further away from the Shores of Nine.

"Behind you!" The head shouts again as the blonde lunges at his back whilst putting her sword around the adult's throat.

"I don't wish to fight you!" Said the tattooed man, elbowing each of her sides before bashing his head onto hers as she fell off.