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Mimir's FPV

The violence. The bloodshed. The great trek towards a single minded purpose, just one simple, bitter goal--to reach the highest peak in all the Nine Realms to scatter the ashes of a loved one as her only, dying wish.

Aye.

It has been many months since that there adventure of a lifetime came to pass, and I was there.... to witness it all…… Or, at least all the parts from what might be considered the ‘rising action’ onwards and a bit of the falling action at the end there. At least I can rightly say I have proper first hand knowledge on all the stuff I wasn’t there for from the two primary sources it all happened to.

Who are these two primary sources you might ask, as if yer feignin’ daftness and can’t already guess despite bothering to listen to the tale of an old kook who can’t even see through the eyes Yggdrasil gave him any longer? Why, they are Kratos and Atreus of course... ya adorable cheeky little breeki you.

KRATOS! The Ghost of Sparta! The destroyer of the Greek pantheon (except for maybe, Aphrodite… maybe…)! The--uhum--excuse me--bastard child of Zeus, whom he bloody obliterated without mercy after a painstakingly painful battle, only to somehow find himself flung into the realm of mankind again after it was all said and done--in the boreal climes of Midgard, one of the Nine Realms. There he met a stunning and courageous beauty by the name of Faye and was smitten enough to wed and have a bouncin' baby boy with, which brings me to...

ATREUS! Son of Kratos! A halfbreed between a Giant, which he and daddy dearest had learned his mother was (along with her true name of Laufey), and Olympian god, human mix! Named after a very smiling warrior of a Spartan Kratos once lead in battle whose jollity proved infectious amongst the rank even in the direst of circumstances (even to Kratos himself)! And one of the finest and most potent archers these old, fake eyes of mine ever did see, I tell ya what!

I was also there, in their journey towards Jotünheim, the highest peak. However they were stopped in their tracks by the Æsir son of Odin, and the Witch of the Woods, Freya. We also had to deal with the stupid sons of Thor, Modi and Magni, whom we later made silence out of, well.... the boy fell ill that moment. By the way, the son, Baldur, whom resented his mother very much, because of his being unable to feel anything, or any pleasure.... he tried to pick a fight on the Spartan and his boy, after a bloody battle, he finally brought him to silence.... endin' the cycle of paricide. But as for Freya, distraught and seeking vengeance.... I guess we're the bad guys now.... And who am I, you might ask? Why, MIMIR! Smartest Man Alive, former consul to the would be ‘Allfather,’ ol' one eyed Odin himself (the cruel bampot), and the most insightful and the so-called good humored commentator from Asgard to Muspelheim! And although nowadays I’m just a decapitated, reanimated, head, I don’t mind it a bit. For one thing, being attached to the right side of Brother's rump half the day is better than being imprisoned in a tree for all eternity. Least I get to see (some of) the sights and help a brother out by warning him of any nasty creatures trying to sneak up from behind. Plus the table the man chucks me onto after the day is done is quite cozy in a rustic sort of way, which I thought was crazy considering me and wood haven’t been on the best speaking terms since I got trapped in a tree for a hundred and nine winters.

In fact, it’s that very same table within the very same, single roomed (yet roomy) cabin in the woods belonging to Brother and his BOY where our sourrie into lands far beyond the roots and branches of the World Tree begins...

E Q U E S T R I A N . Q U E S T S

• Midgard -
  
• The Nine Realms -

Narrated by Mimir

Though the morning sun was already well and truly up, t'was still a tad gloomy in the room. The sun hadn’t been shedding its light nearly as bright as it had been only a month ago. Ya can thank Fimbulwinter for that and Brother for initiating Fimbulwinter because... you know what happened, though accidentally, and admittedly, unknowingly.

C H R I S T O P H E R . Ω . J U D G E

Without nary a peep out of him and only a little bit of stretchin’, Brother awoke and then stood up from his bed.

S U N N Y . S U L J I C

Still, if I had me spine back, it’d be all sorts of tinglin’ at the thought that, in just two more years and eleven short months, three summers of winter to be exact, Ragnarök would be at our door. And there I was, not too far from the slumberin’ forms of the two most responsible for bringing it about... while being a solid number three on that there list.

Ah well. The past is the past and can’t be helped… unless you’re Jormungandr and Kratos, in which case, since both are friendly and mighty indeed, I’m sure between them, the lad, and yours truly, something good will turn out of Ragnarök yet where we all live happily ever after… or, at least, take down Asgard with us with Surtr. And Nidavellir, but for completely unrelated, dwarf concerning, reasons.

T'was starting to get brighter this first month of Fimbulwinter, and now, aye, here we go, he's waking up, let's see how this goes:

"Ah, good mornin' brother,” I said, cheery as as clam. “So, ready to start yer' day this lovely day of Fimbulwinter? Have you finally reconsidered my proposal to turn this place into a chicken and pig farm, because I don’t know about you, but eggs and bacy every wakie sounds divine," I asked politely.

Brother Kratos said nothing and grunted in response to my question. A bit rude if you ask me, but, ah, well, he's him after all. Besides, he’s always been more the hunter-gatherer type and not the kind of person to enjoy farming, even basic, humble subsistence farming as I was askin’ of him.

His eyes, already so steely and alert from who knew how many hours of experience, fell upon his still sleepin’ son.

"Boy. Wake up now. It is time."

"Whuhhhh?” Atreus asked with a snort and a start. “What… what is it father?" he yawned.

"Get up now. We must start the day."

"And do what?" Lad asked sleepily.

T A R A . S T R O N G

"What we have been doing for thirty moons: continue exerting and building your skills as a warrior, hunting, and whatever we can to alleviate our boredom."
Atreus stretched out his arms, yawned some more, and said, "Alright. Maybe if we’re lucky, I’ll finally find another map to lead us to some more buried treasure."

A N D R E A . L I B M A N

Within a quick, ten second drill his father had instructed him in, Atreus was armed and ready to go, quiver full of arrows sung over his shoulder, bow in hand, and mother’s knife sheathed at his side. "Okay. I'm all set, Father." "Good.” Kratos turned around towards my table and grabbed me by the thin rope tied about me horns. “Then let us begin the day’s journey."

Attaching my head firm to the right and backside of his belt, Kratos and Atreus opened the front door of their humble little home to begin yet another long trek towards wherever the Nornir might take them.

A N D . A L A S T A I R . D U N C A N

Dangling my head to his belt, Brother Kratos and his son opened the doors of their humble little home to begin yet another journey towards whatever he wants to go, along the way.

As we travelled down the snow covered path just beyond that village sacked by Draugr just before Freya’s hut, a horde of the undead dobbers got in their rotting heads to up and ambush us rather than run away screaming in the opposite direction if they what was good for them (which they evidently didn’t). As per usual we had to fight them off, the lad using the tried and true method of spamming out light arrows to stun the walking corpses that weren’t Brother's focus. This gave the hulking man in question ample time to take out those that were the immediate object of his ceaseless wrath and rip the others limb from putrid limb afterwards. Within no time, Brother and the lad had shot and hacked the Draugr horde back down into the Earth from whence they had come and we were able to continue unopposed to Freya’s grove and the big gaping hole in the ground there that lead to the watery cavern beneath her home from which we’d get access to the Lake of Nine.

W I T H . A S H L E I G H . B A L L . N I C O L E . O L I V E R . T A B I T H A . S T. . G E R M A I N . A N D . C A T H Y .Ω. W E S E L U C K

Without a fuss from the angry and grieving goddess, we all hopped up on the boat waiting at the little dock there in the cavern and Kratos rowed us to the lake, towards the Temple of Tyr. All seemed quiet on our journey ‘till the lad asked, “Um, father?”

Kratos: "Yes?"

"Um, if you came from Sparta, besides what you told me… what were you doing there? You know, what was your job or profession? Did you… well… fight in an army?"

"Yes, though I was not merely a simple soldier in the Great Army for long, boy. In short order, I became its General, one of legend bordering on myth. I led my people into victory through many a battle, some brief, some protracted, some massive, some miniscule, though they all tended be pitched in nature and ended in great losses for my the enemy and, occasionally, my own forces. Truly, most everywhere we marched towards, bloodshed, limbs torn off one after another, and many other grizzly sights were not far behind, and we conquered many lands and civilizations around the world.”

“Whoa.”

“Yes. Though many scholars and philosophers and rulers more inclined to think like and side with those pompous, pretentious fools of Athens would later try and--”

“Wait. What’s ‘Athens’?”

“A tale for another time, boy. As I was saying, though many would later try and diminish me and my men’s accomplishments, when it came to warfare and how to conduct it, I was a great mind, and even the worst of my enemies would grant me this if not easy victory. Using strategies and tactics unknown to my land and neighboring ones at the time that also maintained the benefit of being brutally effective even when the enemy caught on to what I was up to, we carved a path of destruction and tears throughout the peninsula, The Peloponnese, our land was situated on and even started to build up a Great Navy with the added manpower and resources to challenge our greatest rivals, which astonished even my people, for we were never known for our maritime prowess before. Indeed, if there was any one thing that lead most to our success that we would have been lost without it, it was this--” he stopped rowing for a moment to point towards and tap the side of his head, “up here.”

As he continued his labor, he added, “Unfortunately, soon enough, I came to learn the hard way that success can take away from a man just as much as failure, and all the fruits of my victories, so sweet and so numerous, poisoned me. Corrupted me.”

"Corrupted you? How?" Atreus asked, as captivated by his father’s tale as ever he was.

"Greed. Bloodlust. Pride. Triumph upon triumph had consumed me with these things until my ambitions for glory and power lead me to dream of a world in which Sparta ruled over every square cubit of land, sea, and even air and everything in it. A world where Sparta was the world. Such an end… I actually thought I could accomplish it.”

“Whoa.”

“Yes.”

Aye. Brother sure had some history for a mortal.

“And despite someone who cared for me very much pleading for me to stop the madness, to check the Hubris that had grown out of control to choke my soul like Hel’s bramble, I did not listen. And, eventually, I came to bite off more than I could chew. But that in itself is a story all its own. One that, much like what Athens was, is reserved for another time, boy.”

"B-b-but, Father, who was it that cared for--"

"Another time, boy."

Atreus looked at his father with wide, pleading eyes for a moment, but finding his 'da's face as scowly and stoney as it tended to be, he gave up with a sigh and said, "Okay, okay. I’ll wait until the next time you feel like talking about your past."

"Hmmm," and a nod was the only reply he got from his father.

There it is... the temple... which contains the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree, that allows traveling to various realms, the very place we're tryin' to reach. After a bit more time on the boat, we finally made it to Tyr’s temple, the bits of it that were gold still gleaming and glittering as they did since the magnificent work of architecture was first constructed even after a hundred and fifty years under water. We docked and went up the nearby staircase with nary a suspicion that we were about to be attacked by hordes of Nightmares and some Draugr on our way to the entrance into the temple proper before, oh and behold, we were attacked by hordes of Nightmares and Draugr on our way to the entrance into the temple proper. There was an even bigger problem, though. Namely, that both groups of the aforementioned fodder were being supported by another kind of monster that most assuredly could not be properly classified as fodder. Not fodder at all.

An Ogre.

Yes. One big, savage, Ogre was accompanying the Nightmares and Draugr, and as the much larger beast lead the charge against us, Brother called out, "Ready yourself, boy! Focus on the chaff!"

"I am! I will!" cried out the wee lad, firing lightning arrow upon lightning arrow at the Nightmares and Draugr and bogging them down in chained arcs of golden electricity whereas his 'da sprinted towards the savage beast sprinting towards them. The Ogre roared and hurled its fists at him. He sidestepped, threw his handy dandy Leviathan Axe right into one of the creature’s eyes, and after a bit more evadin’ and axe throws and axe swipes, he performed his usual finishing maneuver on the poor thing. He grabbed it, climbed on top of it, and punched its head to force it into moving as he rode it towards the lesser foes that the son was still keeping busy. "Boy, out of the way!"

"Okay!" The lad did as he was commanded, dodging out of the way from the rampaging Ogre and its massive, tree trunk like limbs that it kept swinging wildly about. The Nightmares and Draugr on the other hand… well… they weren’t so lucky, all of them falling at the hands (or arms, as things were) of their big, siege weapon of a comrade. With the ogre now having served its purpose and outlived its usefulness, Brother proceeded to
mercilessly execute the foul beast in that specially brutal way he was found of. He chopped its wide-open jaw with his axe, causin’ it to collapse onto its back where the beast was met with another chop of the axe to the jaw that put it down once and for all.

With the battlefield clear of enemies, we did our usual post battle routine of lootin’ any of the dead bodies for, well, loot.... Brother made sure the boy was alright, Atreus insisted he was fine, he nodded, and we went back along on our merry way to the temple entrance and past it in silence, though the lad did wave to Brok and Sindri as we made our way to the entrance into the realm travel room, the two dwarf brothers returning the gesture before going back to work on yet, another pet project of theirs.

The quiet though, as was so often the case, did not last long before the lad's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "Father, why are we doing this? Were exactly are we going? I mean, we’ve been to all the realms we can go to and done all that we could already, so, why the temple today?"

"In a moment,” Brother said as he opened the doors and the two of them stepped into the realm travel room. “First, let us get to the selection table.” In a few more moments, said circular table was precisely where father and son stood before, lad on the side opposite his father as per usual, and Brother on the selector’s side.

The Spartan jammed the Bïfrost into the very hole designed to connect it to the table. Casually, he then turned the oversized, dial like wheel, that surrounded the lightforged artistic representation of Yggdrasil itself, the temple, its bridge, and the realm towers outside at the center of the table until the temple and bridge were allied with one realm tower in particular.

"Oh! So that's where you're plannin’ on headin’ too, brother. Alfheim," I said.

"Hmph," was all I got from the Spartan in response.

"Alfheim? Why are we going there, father?" Atreus asked.

"Business."

"What business? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think after the cold shoulder you gave them during the Dark Elf invasion, the Light Elves don’t like you very much... even though you did end up saving them all."

“Coincidentally.”

"Well then, take heart in knowing that our trip to Alfheim will not concern any elves, except for perhaps some pockets of Dark Elf resistance we may encounter. Instead, we are going there for--”

Suddenly, the ground, indeed, the entirety of the room, began to shake like me from Brother's belt whenever he really decided to book it.

"I think I'm getting a wee bit dizzy around here, lads!" I said in a wobbly voice.

Aye. T'was like an earthquake, and I couldn’t help but have flashbacks to when a lot more Giants than Jormmüngandr roamed Midgard and had their yearly wrestling championship finals. So, suffice to say, I was utterly thrilled as much as I was utterly terrified.

Brother and the boy, however... seemed to fall more into the later camp as they tried to keep their balance and braced themselves to leg it in case more than a dozen of ancient dust and slab decided to fall on top of us.

"Hold on, Boy!" Brother cried, almost losing his own footing as he did.

"I am!" the lad replied right before he took a little lunge so that most of his body was leaning onto the selection wheel for support.

"Brother!" I called to him, as I noticed a chunk of debris about to fall on the unsuspecting lad far larger and more metallic than dust. The Spartan, alarmed by my call, rushed to his son's aid. He jumped over the table, covered Atreus with his shield, and took the full force of the falling metal before leisurely shovin’ it aside like so much flotsam and jetsam.

And then, after a few seconds, the shaking slowly began to slow. Likewise, Brother and the lad slowly regained their stances, but what they noticed next was most peculiar indeed, for never before had the Bïfrost, glowing blue as it was want to do, ever floated midair as though held in place by an unseen hand.

"Whoa! It’s just… hanging there. But… how?"

Kratos looked on, surprised a little, but ultimately little to not at all fazed by the sight. He’d seen weirder and more off guard putting things, if the rumors I heard were even a hundredth of a percent true. “I do not know, boy. Perhaps the head might--”

"Father! Mimir! He's gone!" Boy alerted his father.

Brother looked at where I would usually be hangin’ from his belt and found Atreus’ words to be true. "The Head! Where did he go!? Boy, look around for--"

"Down here, lads! Other side! Oh I feel like I’m going to vomit, and I don’t even have a stomach any longer! Tell me how that’s supposed to work!” They both hopped back over the selection table to find me on the ground right where Kratos had been, lying aa helpless as a bodiless head tends to be.

"A little help here, brother?" I asked the Spartan.

“How did you--”

“Well, between all the shakin’ and you crossing over the table like ya did, I figure I must have got knocked loose.”

"Well that's a relief. I'd thought we'd lost you, Mimir," the Boy said.

"Aye. Relievin’ indeed," I answered as the hulking man picked me up. "Thanks, brother. Didn’t see that special suprise comin.’ Wonder what all that was about."

"Your answer hovers right in front of you, Head." Brother turned me head around and dangled me up a bit so I could see what exactly he was goin’ on about, and I reckon I felt just as surprised as he and his son did.

"Whoo! Now that’s even more of an unforeseen happenstances. Not a bad omen, per say, but it’s certainly been a while since the last time this happened.”

"You know what’s wrong it, Mimir?" Atreus asked.

"M'lad, there’s nothing ‘wrong with it’ at all. Well… sort of, but not in the impending, apocalypse instigating, Fimbulwinter causin’ way you and your da' are familiar with.” Kratos growled at this.

Ignoring his growl, I continued. “What we have here lads is a very rare anomaly of sorts involving the Bïfrost and its power.”
"What do you mean by this anomaly, Head?" Kratos asked.

"Why, one where a sudden overload of power within the Bïfrost summons a gateway towards a realm completely separate from all the Nine Realms, of course, brother. Damnest thing, to, for it to decide to act up now of all the days it could have.”

"What do you mean by sepera--"

Kratos was cut off when, all of a sudden, the Bïfrost glowed a VERY brilliant flash of light, blinding all of us there on the spot and causing enough agony that we were all driven to their knees. Or, rather, Father and Son were since, well, you know.

"Cover your eyes, boy!" the Spartan shouted.

“I am! But the light’s still shining through my hands somehow!”

“At least ya got hands, little brother! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Why I couldn’t I have been born with thicker eyelids! Oh what a world, what a world! EEEEEEE!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

After a bit more of the total, white brightness, and my high pitched, completely undignified shrieks, everything finally, thankfully dimmed, thoughmy eyesat least were still smarting something fierce. “Woo Oy! For a while there, I thought we had bit the arrowhead there, lads! Man that was intense! Even more so than all the other times this happened!”

"Ahhhh!” Atreus said, rubbing the pain that apparently lingered in his eyes too.

“You’re telling me!”

"Boy, are you alright?” Brother said, blinking a few times as he got back up.

"Yeah. I’m fine," the lad answered simply, getting back up himself, "What happened?”

"We're all good, m'lad. That light was just the light the Bïfrost gives off whenever it goes ‘off the path’ so to speak away from the Nine Realms. Lookin’ at it’s always been a bit like starin’ at the sun, but that time, man! That was like stickin’ one’s head inside a furnace.”

“Again, you’re tellin’ me.” Atreus said, massaging his temples.

Brother stared at the still floating, still glowing Bifrost for a bit longer before grabbing it and putting it away in the pouch he usually reserved for its storage. “If what you say is true, then perhaps we should investigate this ‘new realm’ we seem to have gone to before returning.”

"Perhaps we should. Who knows, maybe this realm turns out to be a right dandy one,” I said.

"I hope so," said Atreus.

"Come then. We will know for certain once we are outside."

"Couldn’t agree more, Brother."

Brother, his lad, and yours truly began to travel outside the temple to inquire more about whatever realm we landed in. In no time at all, the Spartan opened both sets of doors that lead to the entry hallway, and we made our way to the main doors. Surprisingly or not, dependin’ on one’s view, Brok was to our right at his forge, but at the time, none of us thought it pertinent to raise any questions at what with dwarves known for comin’ and goin’ between realms at a whim and moment’s notice.

With one final flex of Brother's absurd brawn, we were past the front door and got our first glimpse of this mysterious new realm. The first thing we noticed was that, behind us, rather than just the usual, solid front door leading back into the temple, there was a massive, shimmering blue portal in the shape of one of the realm tower doors back at the Lake of Nine. After realizing that we had stepped through the portal upon exiting the temple without realizing it the portal and door were placed so close to each other, Lad asked:

"Whoa! That’s... weird. Really weird.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, lad. Usually when this sort of thing happens, the Bifrost doesn’t have to make its own doorway to whatever destination it had in mind. Curiouser and curiouser.” Brother unclasped me from my belt and pointed me towards the portal so that I could get a better look see.

“Head: will this portal remain stable?”

“Oh, I sure hope so. Otherwise, we could end up stuck here.”

“I asked ‘will’ it remain stable, head. Not ‘should’ it.”

“Oh! Right, right. Yes. Well then… uhhh… I do believe… yes?”

“Believe?”

“Well, ya see, the funny thing about extra-realmular travel is that--”

“Father! Come look at this! Quick!”

It was then that Brother looked to his left and realized for the first time that the boy had run off to go farther down the mountain path the portal had dropped them off on, the boy standing at the path’s end at the mountain’s edge and looking at something far off into the distance. Not saying a word, Brother jogged after his son to see what he had, and what the both of them saw there that day, was like nothing they had seen before in their lives entire.

The view was as bloody wide and painting perfect as one could ask for, everything that a man’s sight could see across a vast, verdant, and rolling plain being as visible as Thor’s ego.

The sky was clear. VERY clear. Unnaturally clear, which, despite my better judgement, sent my weather magic--and thusly, my mjolnir senses--a tinglin’ even though I knew the redhead that wielded it couldn’t have possibly followed us. I managed to assuage the fear that I was about to have my day ruined like I was Thamur wonderin’ the world late at night by finding solace that there was not a dark cloud full of fury and thunder, the clouds that were there being unusually swirled, somewhat curly--and, more unusually--puff in their shapes. Like sheep’s wool. While there was little doubt that the air and sky reeked of arcane tampering with, the magic involved did not smell… inherently malevolent in the way that mjolnir or, well, or Spartan brother's blades did. I also calmed myself down by looking off towards the series of snow capped mountains in the distance. They were purple. That was nice. Odd as can be, but nice.

"Whoa, would you take a look at that." his father never said anything, just continues lookin' at it, it didn't surprise him at all, not even a single bit...even if everything here was quite, new to him.

"Look there! It’s a village!” Atreus exclaimed

"Indeed! Curiouser and curiouser and curiouser!" I said.

To our left, buttressed between the hills of the plain and wide acres of a forest with trees larger than any I had seen on Midgard, lay a simple, quaint little village with houses and buildings of various kinds--some very familiar and others rather foreign--strewn about. Logically, this lead to several questions. Who lived there? What purpose did it serve? Who made the village? Mankind? Elves? Giants? Vanir? Bloody Draugr? Dragons or Dragon Draugr of all things?

All these questions and more, the lad voiced, but rather than give his usual brand of non-answers to things he knew not of, Brother instead turned his gaze over to the far right and gruffed as he was want to do at what he say. “Boy. Look there.”

The Spartan raised a finger towards where his attention was now focussed and his boy followed said digit there. He also pointed my face in that direction too. That was nice of him.

“Well, would ya look at that…” I said.

“That’s… that’s incredible!’ Atreus shouted.

Truly, this other sight was far and above more magnificent than the village, but also far and above the stranger.

Two immaculately white temples stood close together beside a tall waterfall, the larger behind the smaller and the larger possessing multiple, towers that made the realm tower-esque portal behind us look puny in comparison. Most amazingly of all though, both temples seemed to be but the centerpiece of an entire town… no… CITY… seemingly BUILT INTO the side of entire, fairly large, mountain peak. Not a city around, atop, within, or over a mountain peak, but built INTO it.
Naturally, the only word the lad could find to say at this was, "Whoa…”

Just as naturally, the only word Brother could find to say at this was, “Indeed.”
Just, JUST as naturally, I started gettin’ a bloody bad feelin’ about all this, the site of the temples and the surrounding cityscape mixing with everything else about the strange realm I had thus far witnessed to give me a serious sense of deja vu as ya call it, that's definitely new of a word, as though this place was a place I had been seeing... or been to before. “Oh boy, lads. I think it’s all startin’ to come back to me now. Not as much as I’d like, but, I think it’s a safe bet to say that somehow, someway, somewhen, I’ve visited this here little locale before.”

“Really?”

"Yes. Perhaps I really do know this place quite well and would be able to tell you right off the bat if Odin’s enchantment on my knowledge wasn’t still in effect. That, or it could all just be brain damage suffered from between when your da' had cut my head off and dallied about his damnest before getting me to Freya making me thing this realm is or was known to me at one point. Or Odin’s magic. Or both. Don’t tell your father, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter."

“Still your tongue, head. We have been over this.”

"Brother! Ya could have freed that dragon AFTER getting me to the hut! Ya could have been zapped without me watchin’ your back! I could have been zapped!”

Kratos brought me over threateningly close to his face. "I said: we have been over this."

The coldness in his voice made the winds of Helheim seem warm and inviting by comparison.

“Point taken,” I said, trying not to squeak.

He then clasped me back onto his belt, took one last glance over at the temple and its city and mountain, and then slowly, carefully, stated to traverse down the side of the mountain we lot were on.

“Father? What are you doing?” the young Atreus asked before asking, much more excitedly. “Are we heading where I think we’re headed!?”

“Yes. It would appear to be the finest heading we have found thus far in this realm, so, why not?”

Oh, we had no idea how right that big lugger was then.

None at all.

Neither, I suppose, did Brother himself.

"What... is... this?"

To be Continued...

Author's Note

Here we go, first chapter's done, and remember folks, this is one of my first attempts in making a story, tried to make the characters as faithful as their source material, also, there is another earlier story of mine that isn't published yet, so this one ain't my first, so I hope you folks enjoyed it (or not).