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"It's not something I expected, either," Calliope admitted, looking up at her.....younger? brother. He was bigger and looked older than she did, so it was kind of strange to think of him that way. Then again, she was still getting used to the idea of being alive again; wrapping her head around the fact that she had a brother on top of that was even more than she'd expected.
"I'm glad to meet you, though," she offered him something of a shy smile. "I always wanted a brother."
Atreus couldn't help but stare (and stare a bit more than it was acceptable), and it wasn't so much because here she was, someone that was dead being alive all over again, but because, well, this was his sister. His father had never told him of a sister, and now he had questions for him, way too many. -- "Oh. Yes, Of course! I never thought of having a sister before, but now that I do... Well, I think it's nice." And something that he saw himself easily getting used to. "Things surely are about to change a lot around here. Luckily for me, It seems like you actually enjoy a good talk, unlike father who just grunts or says 'Yes' or 'No'" he said, imitating Kratos' voice.
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"I believe you. It’s just the craziest thing I’ve ever heard."
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"Well, just wanted them to think he was younger than appears . " He was just an old man, nothing like that won't change what they think of him. " I guess it doesn't come from looks… At least for me." Angrboda knew of the deeds of Odin and like a beard would not change how Loki saw him, after all, If her friend had a beard, he would still the same, whether he had it or not.. Knowing about things from the future was not so cool but being sure of some things was necessary, really. Loosing a simple smile, looking at him, she even seemed to give him one of the small brushes to complement it , knew he would like it, maybe. "Well, you can go put a detail if you like, but a beard? If someone saw it, will wonder how this 'boy' had a beard so young. " She let out a gentle laugh looking at him. " I would even find it kinda funny , if you want my opinion." Of course. She would.
"I'm not a boy... I'm more of a man now," he said, remembering the words that Freya had shared with him before he embarked on a new journey, this time all by himself. -- He took the brush and began to look at the colors that he could use, looking at the mural on occasion trying to make up his mind about painting this beard on him or something else for the time being. After all, Angrboda did have a point. Perhaps now he liked to think of himself as more grown up and in many ways, he definitively was, but the mural showed something different. It still showed that young that had been traveling with his father not too long ago, and honestly? the more he looked at it, the less he want to add or change about it.
"Alright, alright. You win. I guess the beard can wait for on this too, but maybe we can add Fenrir to this painting." He looked back to where the wolf rested. "You would like that, wouldn't you, big guy? I knew it."
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When he stood , Sindri realized he’d grown more — he was taller. It wasn’t unexpected considering the size of his parents , but it did create an unfamiliar pang. As if he was missing out on the growth and this kid he’d become so close to. His face had always held a natural grumpiness to it , which made it easier for him to keep his emotions from being on display. The thanks spoken felt . . . bitter.
It wasn’t Atreus’s fault.
Fingers wound around the hilt of his brother’s hammer like it was the only thing keeping him alive , grounded. In many ways , it was. ❝ Some habits are harder to break than others. ❞
The dwarf looked away as he spoke , denying him eye contact despite his willing admission. Wounds were still so raw ; Sindri doubted that they’d ever heal —but he found that the anger , the fire that surrounded his heart was now thawing. A frightening notion , feeling his utter and complete weakness returning. He shouldn’t care.
But he couldn’t deny his heart forever.
❝ Good to know we’re both still terrible liars. I know I’m the last person you wanted to see. ❞
Head shook slowly , jaw tightening as he kept his gaze away. ❝ What are you doing out here? ❞ Perhaps his tone sounded more demanding than he intended. He winced to himself. ❝ — Or is this just another giant adventure for Loki? ❞ Side glance to his bow , his brows furrowed. ❝ What happened to the string? ❞ He wondered if Atreus could even note it , the unbalance of the string he’d given him ; how its power was fading.
"I'm not lying," he said, almost defensively, but was he not? Was he really happy to see him there? sure, his presence, the way he had saved him from that Einherjar had come as a relief, but was he happy? He certainly didn't feel the same way he had felt in that day on when Sindri had taken them into their house. No, this time it was different. It was good to see him, but at the same time, his presence was there to remind him of the mistakes he had committed. So yes, maybe Sindri was right, but he said nothing about it.
"It's not just an adventure this time, Sin." He quickly felt the need to explain himself, to let him know that this time he was doing the right thing, that he was not about to mess everything up once again. "It's a quest, a mission… maybe an obligation of sorts? I would have told you all about it, but… well." In fact, he still wanted to tell him all about it at this point. -- As he explained this, he walked toward where the bow had landed to pick it up from the ground.
He himself took a look at it, but he couldn't see it with the eyes that Sindri did. He knew how to use a bow, but he was no expert when it came to the upkeep of weapons, especially when Sindri and Broke had always been there to take care of things. Making sure that his weapon was always in optimal condition had never been a worry of his, but someone else's. Would it be terrible to say that only now that Sindri had stepped out of his life and Broke was gone, he was starting to notice how much he needed them and how much they had done for his father and himself.
"Oh, the string? It's nothing. I was about to fix it, somehow." This word he mumbled mostly to himself. "I mean! a pull here and there and it will be fine, right?" Under different circumstances, he would have given it to him, see what he could do about it, and not only would he return it in a better shape, but also better. He always did that. "Unless you… want to take a look at it? but you don't have to."
ooc;; atreus just wants a beard.
" Turning into an animal. That's more impressive than a beard. " She just pointed at it and seemed to have a kind look as she crossed her arms, remembering how he changed the fate as if it were something simple but in this case, a beard was silly. Angrboda was even being very kind to talk about his future fate. "Look, a beard isn't going to change who you are, if that's what you want to know." She picking up paint and a brush, she was going to make some drawings on the mural. " But… how are you going to change fate with a big beard? and how are you going the get a big beard? " She thought it wouldn't work.
"I'm not saying that it will change me, but perhaps it will change the way other people look at me." Perhaps with a beard, they would think him more capable of things, and see him as someone that knew what he was talking about (It seemed to work with his father). Alright, so all those things sounded a bit ridiculous now that he thought about them, but at the same time, they weren't. It was something difficult to explain without having people think that he was being foolish. -- He turned on his heel to follow behind her. "How? well... I haven't thought of that just yet and I won't! not until I see that you're actually right. If I don't have a beard in a few years, then I'll worry about how to get it, but in the meantime, you can start by giving me one in your paintings." Saying that reminded him of something that he had forgotten to share with her.
"You know, Odin had people paint him younger than what he actually was... way younger in fact. Kind of funny don't you think?" There was a laugh at the end of his words.
where does your power lie?
the heart
your power is steady and driving. your power is fickle, it skips and it races and it bleeds and it burns. your strength is in how much you care, about everything. your strength is cold and it is stone and it is soft and it is on your sleeve. and you love. my god, do you love.
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You guys ever just think about the fact that one of the primary ways someone can calm down Atreus emotionality is by cradling his head and making him look at them straight in the eye????
Atreus when he sneaks into Asgard and is immediately bullied by Grown Adult Heimdall
au where Muse A is Muse’s B imaginary friend.
