Brok was busy making something with some silver while you worked on your knife and Sindri sat with your son, Midas. “Your son’s becoming a little too protective, eh?” Brok asked you in that rough, almost hard to understand voice. “No.” You told him dryly as you kept your eyes on your knife. “i think he is doing good, he is a smart child..just needs to be more cleaner when killing.” Sindri spoke up in his sweet, gentle voice, and Midas appreciated that at least one of the brothers was on his side. Midas was sixteen now, he knew the dangers that lied out there, he was now getting very overprotective over you whenever you went on adventures. The silence was soon broken by a large man and a smaller boy walking in. The young boy, who you assumed was the large man’s child, ran up to Brok’s workplace. “We killed a troll today, father wants you to fix my bow.” He spoke instantly, you could tell he was a very curious kid. He seemed to be around fourteen or fifteen, a bow and arrows on his back, while his father was large and cold, he obviously kept to himself. “Ah, Atreus, Kratos! Welcome.” Sindri spoke up as he walked over to greet the young boy.