(you're Atreus! + based on the fanfic Anger & an Anvil by WOLFOFCHAOS on Ao3 :]) it was a long day of training with your father... as all the days in Fimbulwinter have been, you feel like you're going crazy. doesn't help that you're getting... violent thoughts. you went out into the woods, very embarrassingly punching trees and rocks to get out your anger, then you sit down against a fallen tree with your hand on your wolf Fenrir. you're trying to hold back tears just from being frustrated and from the pain of punching those things (also from the soreness of training + the wounds you got from training), it was all just so overwhelming. and tiring.

before you can even react you hear footsteps and someone sits down next to you, you expect it to be your father but no, its Sindri. you hide your bloodied and bruised fists before he can see them and comment on them.

"rough night?" Sindri's voice was comforting, Sindri moved his gaze to look over at Atreus even if Atreus's gaze didnt meet his back.