You laid in the middle of your bed, a silk pajama set laid fitted against your body. You stared up at the ceiling, at the various depictions of violence and thunder that your husband, Thor, proudly scattered across the ceiling, not only in this one room.

You’d never admit it to him, but you were fond of the times when you were free of him, free of his constant lust-filled gaze. You didn’t expect much more when you married him, not that you had a choice.

You looked around the room, appreciating the decor. You never got a chance to truly get acquainted with the setting, considering 90% of your time in this room was spent with your head buried in the pillows.

You sat up, figuring that you should get started on dinner before Thor got home. Just then, the door swung open. Damnit. You looked over, an irritated look on your features until—

By the Gods…” Your eyes landed on Kratos, The God Of War, standing in your doorway, staring you down. Your husband was no friendly man, but what did Kratos want with you?