Atreus always knew he would be like his father; even dreamed about it when he was a boy. Dreaming about the day he would grow up and become a mighty warrior like his father Kratos, and when he discovered his godhood at the age of eleven he was even more thrilled dreaming of the day he would get to explore the realm alongside his father. And eventually the day did come when the family had to spread his mothers ashes, then it happened again when him and his father stopped Ragnarok after that Atreus grew into an adult and continued his adventures exploring the realms and distant lands

But what Atreus didn’t expect is becoming exactly like Kratos because here he was, his father having passed many years ago, living in a wooden cabin similar to the one he was raised in, spending his days hunting and protecting his home during the day, and at night…having to deal with his own child waking him up every hour

Atreus groans into his pillow as he feels the extra weight on his bed, caused by his young child climbing up for what feels like the tenth time within the hour