(Y/N) POV
The cool wind of Midgard rustled the leaves of the trees in the clearing where I rested myself. With my back to the trunk of the large tree in the middle, I watched the animals go about their day in the sun. The sound of moving rocks and roots were brought to my attention as the witch, who lives in this sanctuary, arrived with worry in her brown eyes. Two new figures followed her as she waved her hand about to awaken the turtle that hid the house we shared.
"Hey, what's going on?" I called, sliding off the shell and opening the door.
"Our boar friend was the victim of?" She looked at the large man that had carried the boar inside. His skin was sheep white with faded red tattoos covering the upper half of his body, scarring seemed to burn a brighter red than his tattoos. His hazel eyes captured my own (e/c) eyes as the small boy answered for him.
"Target practice." His voice was laced with guilt as the witch repeated it with annoyance. "We didn't know, we're sorry." With a loving sigh, she instructed the little one to grab some herbs from the garden, motioning for me to help him. I trailed behind him with interest.
"I'm (y/n) and you are?"
"My name's Atreus, do you live here too?" I nodded as Atreus' smiled widely before it faded away again. "Sorry for shooting the boar."
"No, no. All good, kiddo. That plant." I pointed to a green and red plant near the base of a tree and watched as he went to pull it from the ground. As he tried his best, the plant wouldn't budge. The large man came from behind him and held out a cute little hunting knife that held some sort of importance as Atreus's face twisted in emotion. "You're too hard on the kid," I mumbled as the boy rushed back to the hut.
"It is none of your concern." The man grumbled as I walked in tandem with his large strides. The boar breathed evenly once we entered the warmth once again, making Atreus smile. "We will be leaving now, boy." With a sad look in his eyes, they left through the underground passage to their goal.
"Cute kid. Mean man." I mocked, puffing up my chest to look bigger. "Freya, why help them?" I asked after entertaining myself for a bit.
"I saw myself in him, something I could have had." A weight rested on my heart as her voice reached my ears. With a deep sigh, I held her in my arms in a hug to tell her that I was still here. I knew of her past as she knew of mine; helping her was like helping myself in a way. "Could you do something for me, (y/n)? Follow them to make sure they're alright?" Nodding, I let her go and grabbed my two well-loved Jian swords before running after the two boys.
~~~TimeSkip~~~
I hid in the trees, watching as Atreus and his father defeated draugrs and olruns like they were bugs. They were a pretty good team, to say the least, but the way the father fought seemed odd. A spike of fire hit the base of my skull as I saw flash images of Greece and a man whose life had been destroyed by Gods. So that's who you are.
"Look out, father!" yelled Atreus as a troll broke through the cave that just so happened to be under the tree I sat in. With a few curse words, I leapt from the pine and landed on the beast's back. "(Y/N), careful!" The troll's long arms wheeled around both our heads, trying to hit me, as I slashed at them with my blades. The troll was pushed back, it's torso wide open as an axe ripped through it.
"Heads up!" I warned as the beast came crashing down in front of the man who had killed it; I jumped from its back before it could land, hoping to be caught by a soft patch of grass only to have the man catch me in his strong arms. "Thanks," I blushed, letting him place me on the ground.
"Why are you here?" He growled, backing me up against the bark of a tree in anger.
"I just wanted to help is all. Can't I travel with you?" I tried my best at manipulation on the Ghost but nothing.
"Yeah, it'd be fun!" The Ghost glared at the boy before letting me breathe and tag along. I ran ahead with the boy, making him laugh as we locked eyes with the base of the mountain. "We should camp here for the night; I'll get the firewood." A small outcropping of rock made the perfect shelter for the three of us to rest under. I sat back against the rock wall, watching as the Ghost did the same beside me in silence while we waited for the boy.
"So, when are you going to tell help?"
"Hmm?"
"Sorry. I know it's none of my business but, he should know that his father is a god. That would be pretty cool!"
"It is not. He is my son, do not get involved with this." His abrupt end to the conversation created a knot in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. "I'll tell him when he's ready," he mumbled after a few seconds.
"Can... I be there when you tell him?" My cheeks flushed as I realized what I had said, "I mean, you know, as a friend." I twiddled my thumbs and rocked from side to side anxiously as I overthought my entire life up to this point/
"Time will tell but, I see it possible if you be quiet." My heart skipped a beat as he whispered his answer in my ear once we heard the little footsteps of the boy approached us.