Never What You Wanted
Atreus had lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was Modi - electrocuting father and insulting his late mother. Anger burned through his entire body like scorching flames before darkness took him. He could already hear his father's stern voice - You are too brash and reckless, boy.
He opened his pale eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the dim light. His wrists were bound, and golden furniture and silk were all around him. The rope rubbed harshly against his skin as he tried to free himself - stilling when he heard an unsettling chuckle resonate within the room.
"Ah you're awake, little brother."
Atreus immediately scowled up at the man who approached him on the bed, putting on a brave face. But in truth, fear tore through his chest like rabid wolf claws. "Where's father?!" he demanded angrily.
Modi laughed, "It's nice to know you haven't lost your spunk, little one." His voice was so patronizing and creepy – it made the hairs on the back of Atreus' neck stand on end.
"I told you I'd kill your father, and I did."
Terror seeped through Atreus' bones. He didn't believe it. "No- you're lying!" he screamed, struggling against his restraints. His father couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. Atreus had just lost his mother - he couldn't bear the thought of losing his father too. Kratos was all he had left.
"He promised! He wouldn't leave me!" he shouted, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes.
"Oh my dear boy, I would never lie about such a thing. Your father's rotting in Hel alongside your whore of a mother."
"No!" Atreus shouted, refusing to believe him.
The smile on Modi's face grew as he watched the young boy struggle. "You'll become what you took from me."
The way Modi's eyes roamed over his body filled Atreus with unease. He couldn't stifle the whimper that left his mouth at the sudden sight of his mother's blade. His captor had taken it from him, along with his bow and arrows.
"We'll be brothers- you and me," Mondi poked Atreus' chest, "I'll teach you to be the man your father couldn't."
"Shut up!" Atreus roared, his head and heart pounding.
Modi set aside his shield and weapon, making the bed dip as he straddled Atreus. The man pinned him down, almost crushing him under his weight. Modi was hard muscle.
He bent down and cut Atreus' wrists free, forcing him to hold out his hand. Atreus winced as the blade cut across his palm, feeling the blood trickle down his wrist.
Modi hummed quietly, sounding pleased with himself. He did the same to his own hand before pressing their wounds together, lacing his fingers with Atreus'.
"Now we're blood brothers," he whispered.
Disgust washed over the young boy. He mustered up the strength to break free. "No!" he screamed, "I'll never be your brother! I'll kill you like my father killed Magni!"
Atreus pounced on Modi without a second thought, pommelling the man's face with his tiny fists. He struggled to take the knife back. Modi was too strong. His captor let it happen though, laughing at his feeble attempts. It only succeeded in infuriating Atreus more.
He wanted to look Modi in the eyes as he slit his throat. Atreus was shaking he was so angry, his adrenaline skyrocketing. Modi let him land a few hits, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Weak little half-breed," he chuckled darkly, "I'll show you what a real god can do."
The air was knocked out of Atreus' lungs with a swift hit to the stomach. He wheezed and coughed, struggling to breathe. He picked a fight he couldn't win - not without his father.
"L-Let me go!" Atreus told himself he wasn't pleading. He wanted his father to magically appear and save him from this sick creep.
"Oh no," Modi denied softly, "I can't possibly do that, but I'll do something even better."
Modi covered Atreus' body with his own in a blink of an eye, threatening to crush him all over again.
"What are you doing?!" Atreus spat, trying to muster up enough strength to push him off. Modi was too heavy though, and Atreus tired easily. What kind of warrior was he if he couldn't even defend himself?
"You want to be a man, don't you?" Modi questioned, running his large hand over the soft fur on Atreus' vest. He slid his hand under the boy's tunic to feel his warm skin, revelling in it.
Atreus froze in fear. He was young, yes - but not stupid. His heart dropped, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'll kill you…" his voice shook despite trying to sound firm. So scared his words were barely audible.
Modi laughed in the boy's face, "Even the god's indulge in carnal pleasure, little one."
Atreus squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block everything out. "Don't touch me- don't!" he punched at Modi blindly, but it didn't deter him in the slightest. It only seemed to heighten his excitement as he tore at Atreus' clothes, leaving him naked and vulnerable.
"I'm gonna give it to you the way your mother liked it… Feel free to take notes," Modi purred in his ear, brushing his lips against the boy's cheek. Atreus tried to get away from Modi's touch.
"Shut up!" His father would never want to look at him again if he knew - he'd disown him.
Modi claimed Atreus' lips, shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth. Atreus choked, biting down until he could taste blood. He heard a moan come from the man above him. Modi's big hands moved down his thighs, lifting one of his legs.
Atreus immediately tensed when he felt a finger at his entrance. "No!" he begged, feeling fresh tears sting his eyes. "Please!"
His pride was forgotten. Atreus wasn't a man nor a god. He was a frightened child who desperately wanted his father. "Father!" he screamed, voice breaking as Modi began preparing him none too gently.
Atreus hid his face behind his tattooed hand. Did he really want his father to see him in such a way? Atreus' heart and body throbbed in pain, "Father!" he repeated, crying as another finger was added.
"You can cry for daddy all you want- but he ain't gonna heed your call," Modi groaned at Atreus' tight heat. "Take it like a man!" he snarled, his beard scratching against Atreus' hand.
Atreus fought tooth and nail until he was physically incapable of doing so. Modi's fingers never ceased, making the boy gasp in surprise when he hit something deep inside him. He was sick to his stomach, thrashing under him with newfound energy. "Stop! Get off me!"
Modi ignored his pleas. "Think I'll fit?" Atreus refused to open his eyes. He didn't want to see it, but he could feel the heavy cock between Modi's legs and it made him nauseous.
The man positioned his body as he pleased, and the world seemed to still when he pushed into him. Atreus willed himself to pass out, the pain so excruciating he prayed for death.
"C'mon- you can take it," Modi encouraged, his eyes rolling back as his thick cock disappeared inside the boy. He growled into his neck, letting Atreus adjust to his size. He moved at a steady pace to make it easier, looking down at him with a feral grin across his face.
"You were made for this- I am certain." Atreus could hear the pleasure in Modi's voice. His hands wandered over his body possessively. "Look at me," he ordered, "Or I'll fuck you next to your daddy's corpse and your mommy's ashes."
Atreus whimpered, removing his hand. His face was wet with tears and blood from the cut. The man locked eyes with him, taking special pleasure from it.
"Ugly little brat," he panted against the boy's face, picking up speed. In actuality Modi thought Atreus was incredibly beautiful. His snowy white skin and the light freckles scattered across his face. The teardrops caught in his eyelashes. The blood. The despair in his baby blue eyes. Modi was going to enjoy keeping him.
Atreus was deathly quiet as tears continued rolling down his face. It felt like an eternity. Modi became more vocal as time passed, grunting like an animal above him. When he finished inside Atreus he had never felt so hollow. By the end he had no more tears to shed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Modi redressed and left him there, locked away - used and broken.
It wasn't the last time Modi laid his hands on him. It happened, again and again. Atreus dishonoured his mother.. and his father, he didn't think he'd ever see his face again. He truly began to believe he was dead.
He lost track of time, hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. The only thing he could be certain of was pain, humiliation and his eventual death. Atreus had lost all hope.
He took small comfort in the books Modi brought him. He'd learned quickly to bite his tongue and do as he was told. Modi was gentler on him when he complied. He read to pass the time and pretend he was somewhere else.
He heard the door unlock and braced himself for the worst. Modi was unhinged and quick to temper. He was horrifyingly creative when it came to punishing him. Atreus figured his need for control stemmed from living in Magni's shadow. He was seen as a joke in Asgard – if Modi's drunk ramblings were anything to go by.
It wasn't a monster that opened the door though. Atreus had to do a double take to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks.
"Father?" he whispered, tears welling in his eyes.
"Atreus!" Kratos rushed over to him.
The boy's tears broke free, jumping off the bed to meet his father half way and hug him tightly. "Father! Please! I want to go home!" he begged, gripping Kratos' clothes in an attempt to stop them from shaking.
"I will, boy- are you hurt?" he asked, his voice deep and comforting.
Atreus shook his head quickly, not wanting to stall.
He asked his father to take him home again once they reached Midgard. Kratos spoke of his mother's ashes, but Atreus persisted, begging to go home so he could recuperate. His father was unaware of what had happened, and Atreus swore to himself he'd take it to his grave.
He tried to keep a stiff upper lip for his father's sake. But he couldn't stop the tears that escaped as soon as he opened the door to their lodge. He turned to Kratos, angrily wiping them away and shoving him. His father didn't move an inch.
Atreus threw a punch at him next, but Kratos blocked it easily. "What took you so long!" he screamed. "You left me- again! You promised you wouldn't leave me! But you keep doing it! Again and again!" Atreus was on the verge of hyperventilating, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Calm down, boy!" Kratos gripped Atreus' shoulders firmly, making eye contact. "I came as quickly as I could," he said, his tone gentler.
Mimir thought it was the perfect time to interject, telling him time between realms were distorted. What took them a few minutes was considerable longer for Atreus. The boy hiccupped, his eyes red and puffy from the onslaught of unwanted tears.
The head tried to comfort him. "You're safe now, my boy. Relax and get some rest."
"Yes," his father said, "Sleep, Atreus."
Something dangerous twisted inside the Spartan. The sight of his son so distraught was unsettling. Yes, he'd seen Atreus upset before, but this time it felt different.
Atreus wasn't hungry or tired. He skipped dinner, tossing and turning on his bed. He took comfort in the fact his father and Mimir were only an arm length away.
Modi wrapped his fingers around Atreus' member, stroking him quickly.
"S-Stop!" Atreus was embarrassed and sickened by his body's reaction. He'd experienced random erections previously, but his mother told him it was nothing to be ashamed of. It was normal for a boy his age. This didn't feel normal though.
The man behind him trapped his wrists in one hand as he violated him with the other. Atreus couldn't do anything, feeling something inside his stomach gradually build.
"Please!" He didn't know why he kept begging - Modi never stopped.
"Cum for your big brother, little lamb."
Atreus awoke with a start, shoving the large hand off his shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
Kratos furrowed his brow, "Atreus- calm yourself!" The boy wheezed, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He could still feel Modi's warm breath on his face.
"I-I'm fine," he forced out, wiping his cheek.
"You are not," Kratos stated.
Atreus whimpered, rolling onto his side so his back was to his father. "It was just a dream," he told himself, and his father too.
Kratos grunted softly in response, lying back down on his bed. He didn't know how to approach the situation. His son obviously suffered, but to what extent he did not know. The emotional stress struck the Spartan with indescribable guilt.
It was quiet a part from the gust of wind outside.
Atreus blinked away his tears. He hated crying, especially in front of father. But all he seemed to do was cry since his capture. He peeked over his shoulder. "…Father?" His voice was so small and timid.
"What?" came the gruff voice in the darkness.
The soft rustle of blankets were heard as Atreus left his bed, getting into his father's one hesitantly. Mimir was on the table where Atreus had made him a bed.
"….Boy?" His father questioned, shifting to make room for his son without thinking.
"I'm cold," Atreus whispered, taking his father's hefty arm and wrapping it around himself. His back flush against his father's chest. Kratos could feel him shiver, tightening his arm protectively.
Atreus fell asleep in his father's arms, keeping Modi out of his dreams.
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