Will someone PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD write this man??? I want to read more fics about him!! SMUT OR NO SMUT! Please, I get ravenous just thinking about his biceps, the sheer size of him, and how much he could probably stretch me to out FFS!!!!
Bestie idk if you're familiar with god of war? But tbh you dont need to be. All you need to do is take one good look at kratos, younger or older (but especially older) to know that that man is a MUNCH. Eats like its his last meal until his woman is in tears. And I need that man more than I need air
God of War just happens to be one of my favorite video game series, and I'm absolutely looking forward to them remaking the first three games and bringing TC Carson back (any Living Single fans here?). With that being said...
Kratos is a munch. Absolutely.
He prides himself on many things, his sexual prowess being one of them. Quite fond of foreplay through and through, and can eat you out for hours if he wanted to. Has your legs in the air and keeps a firm grip on them so you can't do much but squirm and cum. Time has made him a much more considerate partner, and he cherishes the intimacy of sex and his partner's pleasure now more than ever.
That might also partly explain why his beard is as long, plentiful, and full as it is, too...
i’m literally feeling so down bad rn i could fuck the corner of my desk (which i probably will anyways).
in my horned up haze, i imagined myself bent over with the one and only retired Ghost of Sparta just straight up ramming into me. i got so lost in it i was literally leaning over the edge of my bed and i… well, anyways.
i am well aware a big handful of you loved my first Kratos x Reader oneshot, that’s why i’m asking—
DO YOU want a Kratos x Reader doggy oneshot? just straight up sex with this bulking mass of a man? or should I reserve this for a future Freytos bit?
You or Freya?
me, duh xx
Freya because she deserves it <3
Voting ended onJul 26
please god i just want this man to bruise my cervix and fuck me until i can’t walk or remember anything but his name
The air on the peaks of Olympus was thin, smelling of ozone and the iron tang of spilled blood. Outside the chamber, the world was a cacophony of crumbling stone and divine lightning as the foundations of the Greek world bucked under Kratos’s fury.
Inside, the only sound was the heavy, rhythmic thrum of footsteps against marble.
You stood by the arched balcony, watching the storm, until the temperature in the room seemed to rise twenty degrees. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there. The weight of his presence was an anchor.
“Kratos,” you breathed.
He came to a halt directly behind you. He didn’t touch you yet, but the heat radiating from his massive frame was a physical force. He was caked in the dust of ruins and the white, chalky ash that never left him. The crimson tattoo that snaked across his torso and over his eye seemed to pulse in the low light of the hearth.
“The cycle draws to a close,” his voice was a low, guttural vibration that you felt in your own chest. “The Olympians fall.”
“And you?” You turned slowly, meeting his steely, weary eyes. “What is left for the Ghost of Sparta when the world is ash?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, his large, scarred hand reached out, cupping your jaw. His thumb, thick and calloused, brushed over your lower lip. There was a desperate, hunger in his gaze — a need to be reminded that he was still made of flesh and bone, and not just vengeance and slaughter.
With a sudden, forceful movement, he crowded you back against the stone railing. You gasped as your lower back hit the marble, but his other arm was already around your waist, hauling you upward so your chests collided.
“Tonight,” he rasped, his forehead dropping to rest against yours, “there is only this.”
His mouth crashed against yours with the force of a tidal wave. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was a conquest. He tasted of bitterness and fire, his tongue seeking yours with a ravenous intent. Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping the hard, corded muscle as he tasted you, his growl vibrating through your teeth.
Kratos broke the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing heavy and ragged. He took a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to expose the line of your throat. His teeth grazed the skin there, biting down just hard enough to mark you—a Spartan’s claim.
“Kratos, please,” you whimpered, your nails scraping helplessly at his back.
He didn't wait. He caught the hem of your clothes and rent them with a single, sharp tug. He wasn't being cruel—he was just a man with no time for subtlety. When your skin was finally bared to the cool mountain air, he took a moment to look at you, his eyes dark with a worshipful kind of greed.
He stepped back just enough to free himself. He was monumental, a deity carved from stone and trauma, his heavy length pulsing and eager. He stepped back in, lifting you by your thighs as if you weighed nothing.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms locked around his neck as he pinned you back against the temple pillar. The stone was cold, but Kratos was a furnace.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice cracking with the effort of restraint.
You opened your eyes, meeting that piercing, golden-brown stare. He waited until you were watching before he guided himself to your cunt. He pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, his jaw tight as he felt you stretch and give way to him.
You let out a broken cry, your head tossing back against the stone as the sheer, overwhelming fullness of him took root. He was too large, too much, yet exactly what you needed to feel alive.
“Good,” he grunted, the praise rough and blunt. “You take me so well.”
Then, the pace began.
He moved with the relentless rhythm of a battering ram. Every thrust was deep, authoritative, slamming your hips back against the pillar. The Blades of Exile jingled on his back with every snap of his hips. Kratos wasn't gentle; he pounded into you with a desperate urgency, as if he could fuck the rage out of his soul and replace it with the warmth of your body.
You were a mess of incoherent moans and scratches, your nails digging into the pale, ashy skin of his back. You felt the slick of his sweat drip and mix with your own, you didn't care, your mind focused only on the sheer force behind each thrust. You only wanted him deeper.
“Harder, Kratos!”
A dark, primal smirk touched his lips — the only shadow of a smile he ever wore. He adjusted his grip, one hand staying beneath your thigh while the other moved to the front of your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but the weight of his palm there grounded you, forced you to focus entirely on the friction between your thighs and the sight of his face above you.
The pleasure reached a fever pitch, a searing heat building in your core that made your toes curl and your back arch.
“Kratos—I’m—”
“I have you,” he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, more violent. A low, primal growl rumbling deep within his chest only brought you closer to that climax.
As you hit your peak, your body convulsing around him in tight, rhythmic ripples, Kratos let out a guttural roar. He buried his face in your shoulder, biting down hard to stifle his own shout as he finished deep inside you. It was a staggering amount of heat, a flooding sensation that made you feel like you were being filled with liquid gold.
He stayed there for a long time, his forehead pressed against your collarbone, his chest heaving as he slowly lowered you to your feet. His hands stayed on your waist, keeping you steady when your knees threatened to buckle.
Silence reclaimed the room, save for the crackle of the fire.
He stepped back, his expression returning to that stoic, haunted mask, but there was a softness in the way he reached out to wipe a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
He didn’t say he loved you. Kratos didn't have those words left in him. But he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his massive, scarred frame around your smaller one, and held you in the darkness as the gods died outside.
a/n: This if my first time writing anything of Kratos since i saw there wasn't nearly enough fanfics or oneshots of him, chill on me. Credits to @issysh3ll and @saradika-graphics for the dividers!!
i haven’t used tumblr since 2019 because i kept getting harassed since i was like 17 and no one would want me to read their work. so sad. but i’ve decided to dip my toes in this pool again since i’ve started writing again (and i’m a whole adult)!
please please please send me requests for oneshots or headcanons - i need that inspo bad and don’t have anyone in this fandom to talk to!
if anyone is curious, quick recap on what i used to write:
2019: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure - mostly headcanons and one shot fics about La Squadra (mostly Risotto, i was his wife)
2022: Mass Effect - i wrote like three pieces and they can be found on my AO3 (i don’t really write for this fandom anymore)
(currently) 2026: God of War - i’ve written four fics on it which can also be found on my AO3, and which i’ll probably repost them here since i’m still very much writing GOW stuff and these are actually good (Kratos is a big recurring character for some reason) (maybe because i want him to obliterate me)
Pairing: Kratos x Daughter!Reader
CW: In¢est (Father/Daughter)
General Tags: pwp, smut, rough sex, established relationship, making out, rough oral sex, fingering, sloppy blowjobs, deep throating, post-god of war ragnarok, post-god of war ragnarok: valhalla, trying not to cum (impossible), slight relationship problems, under 5k words
Disclaimer: This oneshot is a work of fiction, if you are in any way uncomfortable with what I write please scroll away and/or block me. If you attempt to harass me or leave any hate I will block you. I refuse to waste my time with arguing.
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Being the god of war is no easy feat for Kratos, it's daunting, and it's exhausting, especially when it came to The Council; the meetings, the travelling, all of it.
He didn't have to tell you that, you could tell just from how tired he looked when he returns home. There were even times when his attempts to put Mimir back on his little table would lead to him almost falling off, thankfully you'd always manage to catch him, but still.
You used to believe your father's tiredness was solely caused from a need of sleep, but after further inspection, it seemed to also be caused by a…particular sort of unintentional suppression.
However, you had no problem helping him with that in the slightest. And tonight was no different.
…Though, in a way, it was different. Tonight was the night that the settlement between the dark elves and the light elves finally foreclose for good, and knowing how intense the whole ordeal has been for Kratos, you decided to make him a surprise dinner to celebrate.
It took multiple days to prepare, but it was worth it. You got a big thing of skeri from a fisherman down in the northern side of Midgard, a jar of honey and ingredients for bread that you got from a market in the eastern part of Midgard, vegetables from the garden out back, and the most expensive items you've gotten; wine from the island of Lesbos and a pouch full of olives. You got it while on a trip to Nidavellir, apparently the dwarf that ran the stall "knew a guy that knew a guy" and was able to sell things that were outside the Nine Realms.
It felt like you were burning holes through your pockets when you bought those two items from him, but it's worth it. Your father was worth it.
After a few minutes of him leaving for work, you yourself got to work.
You cleaned the house as much as you could; rearranging the furs and pillows on the bed, sweeping the floor and dusting off the table. It's not something you usually do on your own—usually you and Kratos would split on the chores—but given how overworked he's been, you decided to give him the rest of the day to relax without having to worry about cleaning a messy house.
Once you were done cleaning, you gave yourself a ten minute break to just sit down before starting with the cooking.
You focused on the bread first. You made and prepared the dough, put it in a pot and covered with the lid before baking it over the indoor fire pit. While the bread bakes you chopped the vegetables, making sure they weren't too thick or too thin, just perfect for the both of you.
Once the bread was baked, you took a cloth and carefully set the pot onto the table. As you wait for it to cool off, you prepared the skeri and cooked it on a large pan and put it over the fire pit. You flipped each side every few minutes or so until you knew that it was perfectly cooked. It took you a bit to put the huge fish onto the wooden plate, but thankfully you managed. You weren't finished with the pan however, taking the chopped vegetables and cooking it with the leftover oil and fat. And once that was all nicely cooked, you placed it on the same wooden place, right at the sides of the skeri.
After finishing with cooking, you cleaned up the pots and pans and everything you had used to help make dinner before setting everything needed onto the table; plates, bowls, and cups placed neatly, putting the bag of olives into the small bowl and setting the wine right in the middle as a centerpiece. You also grabbed some candles and placed them next to the wine bottle, at a careful distance of course.
And when you finally got the table and the food all ready, you got yourself all nice and ready; taking a bath and prettying yourself by brushing your hair and wearing a simple yet beautiful dress that has your father's favorite color.
All of this took hours to complete, so about a minute or so after you were finished, Kratos returns home. He enters the cabin, eyes tired and shoulders a bit slumped, it only took him a few seconds before he saw the table of food and candlelight, his eyes lighting up from the sight, even more so when he sees you all dolled up. "(Name)."
"Surprise." You walked over to him and gave him a small hug. "What do you think?"
"It's perfect." He hugs back, giving you a light squeeze as he kisses the top of your head. "Red looks wonderful on you."
With a smile and a small sigh of content, you closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. The both of you were like this for a moment, much more than one, before you two slowly let go. "How did it go?" You looked up at him.
He didn't need to say it, the way his lips formed a small smile was enough. "It went well."
Your smile widened at the news. "Really? That's amazing!" You beamed with excitement, taking Mimir off your father's belt and placing him on the small table. After that, you take your father's arm and direct him to the dinner table. "Come on, let's celebrate!"
It took Kratos a bit to properly assimilate the stuff on the table as he sat down, his eyes lit up when he sees the bowl of olives. "…Olives?"
"And wine from Lesbos." You gestured to the bottle proudly.
He was quiet, looking at you for several moments before opening his mouth. "…How much was all this?"
Oh. Oh you really dreaded that question. You didn't answer, just looked down at the table.
"…(Name)…." He sighs, taking your silence as confirmation that you spent a lot more hack-silver than needed. "You shouldn't have spent too much on this."
"But I wanted to, father." You said in defense, looking up at him. "You have been working endlessly for this treaty to come to fruition for ages, you deserve this dinner." You took his hand in yours.
After a few seconds, he slowly relaxed. "…I'll return the favor someday, daughter."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to. You did this all for me, all on your own." He interrupted, shutting down your protests. "You've been a wonderful daughter, one that I shouldn't have the privilege of having. You deserve compensation."
A sigh eventually leaves you. "Alright, alright. Stubborn old man." You chuckled with no real heat in your words. "Now, lets get eating before the food goes cold."
He nods. "Lets."
The dinner was quiet and pleasant, the two of you occasionally engaging in small talk as you take bites of your bread and fish, and swallow sips of wine from your cups. Chewing on some of the cooked vegetables, you felt Kratos' hand on top of yours, his thumb gently caressing your wrist in slow circles.
You glanced at his hand, then looked up to meet his eyes. Those amber eyes, subtle with its emotion, but you knew what it meant. And it made you swallow down those vegetables in an instant. You watch as his eyes trailed down to your throat, growing intense when he sees your throat bobbed.
With his free hand, his takes an olive and brings it over to your mouth, brushing it against your lips. When you parted your lips, he slowly pushes the olive in your mouth with his thumb, the rest of his fingers gently holding your chin. He watches you chew the olive and swallow, a low sound left his throat when he sees yours bob again.
He's truly in the mood, it seems; he really wants to see you swallow things. And you knew one of those things were aching in his pants right now.
Eyes half-lidded and eyelashes fluttering slightly, you gave your father's thumb a slow lick before taking it in your mouth, sucking it with a soft moan and bobbling your head slightly. He lets out a groan, but pulls out his thumb with a pop, a thread of saliva being the only thing connecting his thumb and your mouth before the connection breaks.
"Come here." He nearly growls out, full of restraint.
You didn't need to be told twice. In an instant, you got up and make your way to his side of the table. The second you got close enough, Kratos wrapped his arm and pulled you onto his lap before clashing his lips onto yours with pure hunger. You kissed back with an equal amount of that hunger, hand touching his cheek as you start moving your hips against him.
He groans from the feeling of you grinding against his erection, sliding his hand up your dress before giving your ass a quick firm slap and squeezing it roughly. You let out a gasp, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, his free hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you in deeper as he claims your mouth. All of this just made you grind against him more.
One hand still on your ass, he pulls from the kiss, both your lips covered with mix saliva. "Is this what you want?" He purrs lowly before kissing you again, but not like before— it was quick pecks, so he can talk between kisses. "Is this the compensation you want?" He starts bringing his hand—both his hands—to your hips and move you more against his crotch as he trails his lips down to your neck. "The one you deserve?"
"Y-Yes…" A moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering. Your father scrapes his teeth against your flesh leaving marks as the two of you basically dry-hump each other. The feeling of his cock twitching made you want it more. "P-Please, father…"
"Please what?" He asks, despite knowing what you're pleading for.
Instead of saying it in words, you slid your hands down from his face and began undressing him, letting his armor clatter to the wooden floor. His lips roughly found yours once again as he starts to undress you as well, teeth harshly tugging at your soft lips, earning a low moan from you.
"Ahem."
The both of you looked over to see Mimir on the little table at the other end of the room.
"I had to endure hours of hearing exhausting politics, I don't need to see this today to add onto this exhausting night, so could you please—"
With a grunt, Kratos tosses the dress he just removed from you onto Mimir, blocking his sight.
"Thank you, brother." Mimir muffled.
You two went back to it immediately, lips mingling roughly, body moving against one another and hands exploring each other's bodies. When you tried sliding your hand under the waistband of his pants, he grabs your wrist.
His eyes were intense glowing embers as he looks at you. "Stand up." he orders roughly.
You obliged, slowly getting off his lap, your pussy already aching from the absence of his bulge. You start backing away, him following you until the both of you were standing near Kratos' bed.
"Knees." He commands, but you were already sinking down to your knees before he could finish.
"Been wanting this all day, haven't you?" Humming, you start nuzzling your face against his erection, a smirk forming when you felt it twitch. "Couldn't wait for work to end so you can get home and fuck your daughter's throat, hm?"
"Quiet." He grabs you by the hair and pulls you back. You bit your bottom lip when you see him using his free hand to take off his pants. His cock sprang free as his pants fell to the floor—large, thick and meaty, making your mouth water and cunt squeeze with need.
"All this for me?" You purred, wiggling your ass from side to side. "I feel so honor—"
He shoved his cock down your throat without another word, silencing you with his massive shaft. The feeling of his cock stretching out your throat was absolutely everything, making you moan in delight.
The thrusts started off slow, but he quickly picked up the pace—moving back and forth fast and rough, hitting and re-stretching your throat over and over again, all while keeping the back of your head still by the grip of his hand.
He watches you closely; the way you looked back up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, the way your soft lips wrapped around his cock, and how well you were taking him entirely. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he hears the wet filthy noises from your throat. Glug-glug-glug-glug!
You remembered how long it took for you to convince Kratos to be rough during oral sex, to not hold back and treat you as if you were fragile. He has completely fucked out your gag reflex now.
As the thrusting goes on, you salivated more and more. Drool and spit were coaxing his cock and balls completely, dribbles of it even sliding down your chin, creating a massive puddle on the floor. All of it made the wet throat noises amplified more and more to where it filled the entire cabin.
He groans ruffly. "Good girl." His grip on the back of your head tightens as he thrusts more. "Taking my cock well."
Your father was ruthless in his thrusts; his pelvis making contact with your nose and his balls slamming against your chin over and over. And you loved every second of it—the roughness and speed of his thrusts, how deep he goes, the way he looks at you as if you were all that matters—all of it. It's gotten to the point where you get your own sexual gratification just from giving oral.
His breathing starts getting heavier, and his thrusts became sloppy, you knew what that meant. He was getting close, and the thought of his hot, creamy cum made you salivate even more.
You brought your hands to Kratos' ass and pulled him even deeper into your mouth, desperate for the taste his seed.
He thrust and thrust and trust, before slamming his pelvis against your face with a loud, drawn-out moan. Massive loads of hot, steamy cum shoot down your throat, and you swallowed all of it without any hesitation. With the pleasure being a lot for him, your father stepped back to his bed, but you followed him, making sure his cock remained in your mouth, in your throat as he stumbles to sit down on top the corner of the bed. You sucked him, swallowed all of his load until there was nothing left to swallow down.
Your eyes remained on him, watching the way his chest expanded and deflate with each heavy breath as he slowly regains himself. Satisfied, you slowly pulled back, lips releasing from the head of his cock with a pop. After wiping the saliva from your mouth with your arm, you gave yourself a moment to look at him and the work you've done.
Saliva was plastered all over Kratos' crotch practically, some of it dripping down his inner thighs. The sight of that and how overworked you made him was a beautiful sight. You gave his twitchy cock a small, gentle kiss before getting on top.
Lips pressed against each other, moving together in a tender dance. Tongues explored, hands explored, and hot breaths were stolen with each inhale as the both of you laid back on the bed, lips not leaving each other. The room was filled with sensual sounds of lips, heavy breathing and moans, and the rustling of bed furs.
Eventually, you slowly brought your hand down and wrapped it around his shaft, pumping it with your fist and earning a moan from Kratos' lips. Slowly, you moved yourself down a bit, lining his cock directly to your entrance. You could feel your pussy dripping in excitement, pulsing more and more as you bring it closer and closer.
A white hand grabs your wrist as the other grabs your waist, stopping you from going further. You cursed under your breath.
"No, (Name)." Your father says sternly.
You didn't want to whine, but you do. "But father—"
"No buts." He brings you closer to his chest before lowering his head down to kiss your neck. "You know the rules…" He slides his hand down to your pussy and gives a quick flick your clit with his finger, making you gasp. "…You need to earn it."
You grumbled. You knew what he meant and what you need to do to earn it, and you hated it. Instead of giving you what you want, he's created this game; in order to earn penetrative sex, you have to make sure not to cum from his fingers or mouth.
It's been months since the game was created and never once had you succeeded. Kratos always says that it was because you were not ready, but really, it's because he doesn't play fair.
Despite knowing it's a losing game, you nodded. "Y-Yes, father…" For months you've been yearning for his cock, to finally feel it stretch your desperate cunt, to feel him take you. You weren't gonna stop now.
Effortlessly, he picks you up and lays you down on the bed, hands lingering to your thighs before bringing himself up close to kiss your lips once more. You didn't get to linger in the kiss for long though as he starts trailing his lips down to your chin, your jaw, your neck, your chest, then down your stomach. The air felt heavier and your heart pounded louder and louder the lower he went especially as he spreads your legs wide.
You watch as his mouth hovers over your pussy, the feeling of his hot breath making your squirm slightly, and the slight of his fiery amber eyes on you made you wetter. Damn his eyes. Those beautiful eyes. He watches you for what felt like forever before he dives down.
He moans from the taste of your arousal, devouring you like a starving man as if your pussy was the only thing that could bring him any kind of nourishment, even more so when he grabs you by the ass cheeks and pulled you closer to his face.
You laid your head back, biting your lip as you kept yourself together. Fuck, it's already such a strong start—why does his mouth have to be so talented? It's so frustratingly amazing.
Eventually he moved his face up and brought his mouth to your already pulsing clit. He starts with small, simple licks that made your thighs twitch with each flick before enveloping it with his mouth. As he sucks your sensitive bud, he inserts two of his big fingers inside of you with ease, moving them forward and back with an agonizing rhythm while also hitting your g-spot every thrust of the fingers. Every. Thrust.
"F-Father…" You moaned, gripping the layers of fur for dear life. Clit still wrapped around by his lips, Kratos starts to flicker his tongue against it with such speed, his fingers started to amp up the pace as well, making you whimper.
You close your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to hold down the orgasm that was building up. It was like holding back a piss, but much worse…so so much worse—especially worse when your father keeps fucking you with his fingers and mouth like that.
His mouth leaves your clit for a moment. "Getting close already?"
Your mouth moved before logic could step in. "F-Fuck you…" You groaned.
Your eyes instantly shot open when you realized your mistake. When you moved your head up, the sight of Kratos' flame-filled eyes made your heart and whole body jolt.
Shit.
"I-I'm sorry, father. I didn't mean that." You say quickly, but you knew it was fruitless when you felt his free hand's grip on your hip start to tighten. "—"
A gasp rips out when his fingers slam up against your g-spot. His pace quickly became brutal and fast, thrusting in and out, slamming against that sensitive spot of yours over and over while he starts lapping his tongue against your clit again, but faster…so much faster.
Stars plagued your vision with each and every friction, making you cry and moan louder the more it went on. You felt your body try to back away from him due to the overwhelming pleasure, but your father's free hand remained firm in keeping you still. Curse that man's strength, curse it so much!
Any attempts of saying any words were unsuccessful, coming out as whimpering incoherent babbles. You were getting close, so extremely close that it was driving you insane. Frustrated whines escapes, you can't lose, not like this. This night was supposed to go like this, it was supposed to be perfect, one that perfectly ends with him finally putting his cock in you, one that—
He slams against your g-spot and holds it there as he bites your clit, you lost instantly. Your orgasm crashes into you like constant tidal waves, pulling you under into the depths of almost paralyzing spasms. Time was nonexistent—it could've been seconds, minutes, perhaps hours that have passed before you started coming down from your high.
Kratos was laying next to you, his large arms wrapped around you, lips pressed against your hair. He was being so gentle for someone who just made you cum so violently.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." He kisses the back of your ear. "Was sure you would get it this time."
Liar. You furrowed your eyebrows, you hated how genuine he sounded, as if he wanted you to win this time. He didn't, he never wanted you to succeed, he always does everything he could to make sure you come apart from him.
So you don't say anything in response, just turned to your side, facing away from him so he doesn't see you tear up.
"(Name)…" He says softly.
"Don't." You muttered. "Just…let me sleep."
The last thing you needed was some bullshit excuse, him saying that you're just "not ready". You've been "not ready" for far too long, it's gotten to the point where you figured that you'll never be ready.
He doesn't pry tonight, thank goodness, and instead just rests his chin on top of your head as he brings you closer. "…Alright. Goodnight, (Name)."
It was minutes of frustrated tears rolling down, staining the furs before sleep eventually took over.
The morning sun has begun to descend into the afternoon. You were out to get stuff from some market while Kratos was out front, chopping firewood with his Leviathan Axe.
Mimir had been set on a log, watching Kratos swinging his axe at a thick piece of wood.
Kratos let out a labored breath after he swung his axe down, splitting the wood into two. He wipes the sweat from his forehead before breaking the silence. "…Something's on your mind." it wasn't a question.
"I….yes…" Mimir says slowly, eyebrows a bit knotted in thought.
"Is it about last night?" Kratos asks, looking at the head.
"Yes…and also no?" He chuckled nervously. "It's…a bit difficult to form the words given the….uniqueness of you and the lass' situation."
Kratos' lips flatten. "I thought you were okay with me and her now."
"I'm more tolerant of it." Mimir corrects. "But the nature of your relationship is not the issue I have right now. More-so the…game you have with her."
It took Kratos a moment to realize what Mimir meant by game. "Mimir, it's fine—"
"To you, aye. But not to her." He says the last part with softer bifrost eyes. "Brother, this isn't the first time she's been upset about it."
"She and I agreed on this." Kratos stated. "We agreed that until she learns to not release from my fingers and mouth, she would not be ready for me to—"
"But you don't play fair." Mimir argued. "It's clear to me that you've been purposely doing everything you can to make sure she loses—"
"Mimir—"
"—And it's starting to be clear to (Name). It's getting clear to her that she's playing a losing game because you don't want to do—…well, that," He doesn't clarify, neither did he need to. "—for some reason, a reason you refuse to talk about. Brother, you need to talk to her, otherwise your relationship with her will start to crumble."
Kratos looked at the ground, seemingly deep in thought. "…That is my concern and my concern alone." he says dismissively before retreating to chopping the firewood.
It was back to silence again, save for the wood chopping and grunting as Kratos swings down the axe.
Mimir observes Kratos' face for a solid minute. "…..You're bad at pulling out, aren't you?"
There was a pause in Kratos' movement, expression mostly unreadable…save for the dusty pink that started to form on his cheeks. "…We will speak no more of this."
