The Old And Forgotten Gods (God Of War)

VIII

intermission

They'd been in bed all morning. Three years have passed since their first meeting, and finally, Eir was happy to speak news of her pregnancy. Kratos couldn't have been happier, yet, a part of him dreaded the future of her and the child, considering his past.

Still, the newly wed couple lie in the large bed they together built, cuddled under the thin fur blankets, keeping on small conversation, laughter sparking between the two. Kratos laid on his back while Eir used his thick muscular arm as a pillow as they both looked up to the ceiling, the morning sun peaking through the wooden structure with wide and joyous smiles plastered upon their lips.

Kratos suddenly pushes himself up, holding his torso over Eir's as she was left on her back, looking up to him. He reached his hand to her face, gently caressing his thumb across her lips before moving in and gently kissing them. Once he pulled away, Eir felt the corners of her lips curl to her ears. She threw her arms up and around his neck, pulling him down and rolling on top where she sat over his pelvis, hunched over, her long red hair fallen over Kratos as she smiled down on him. She sat up straight, placing her hands over her stomach, then inviting Kratos to feel, where she then placed her hands over his as he held them to her stomach. He huffed and smiled, then pulled his hands away, running his fingers through his beard as he scratched his chin.

"What is wrong?" she questioned with worry. Kratos glances his eyes to the side, looking to the pots neatly lined up against the wall along with other hobbies of Eir's.

"I fear I will not be a good enough father."

Eir's brows kneaded together in sadness, she then took his face with both hands and turned his attention back to her. "My love, you are more than enough."

"I couldn't protect my old family."

"Those were different times. Never forget that I was once a warrior too. Nothing and no one will lay a hand on this child without permission, otherwise they will end up missing a few limbs."

Kratos huffed air from his nose as he caressed his hands down her sides, resting them against her hips. "Still..." he adds. "This is no world for a child."

Eir curled her lip then fell off of Kratos, positioning herself to her side, resting her head upon her propped up arm, looking over to Kratos. "We will be the parents of him, so trust me when I say that he will be fine."

"Him?" Kratos repeated.

Eir smiled. "It's just a guess." she looked to her belly, placing her hand over it and tracing small circles with her fingers. "I want to name him Loki."

"That... will be a discussion for another time."

"What? you don't like Loki?" Kratos simply shrugged his shoulders in reply with a playful smile on his serious face.
Eir giggled, then placing her fingers over the scar reaching from his brow to his cheek, caressing it. "We will be great parents. I just know it."