Atreus was sitting on the bed, his knees against his chest and his arms around them. He was looking around curiously, as if he was even younger than he actually was. He felt a bit scared by having the man, those dwarves and the severed head. They all seemed friendly, in their own way, but he didn't know those people.

His gaze kept on going towards the biggest man. There was something familiar about him, as if he had seen those red tattoos on top of pale skin beforehand. As if he knew those eyes, yet he couldn't recall anything from his past.

He knew his name, he knew his age, but that was just about it. He had no idea where he was or how he got there.

"Boy." The man called and the child looked up at him, his eyes wide with curiosity yet filled with caution "What is the last thing you remember?" He asked quietly as he knelt down in front of the bed.

"Uh I-" Atreus frowned and looked down, trying to remember "I'm not sure." He spoke quietly.

"Do you know where you are?" One of the dwarves, definitely not the blue one, asked him gently.

"No." He shook his head quite fast, making himself dizzy. He blinked to try and compose himself before looking ahead again at them "Can I go now?"

"Where will ya go, ya little runt?" The blue one said and Atreus looked away again "Ya don't even know where ya are!"

"It is not safe out there." The tattooed man spoke, keeping Atreus from even trying to talk. He felt as if this person was scolding him. He knew he should wonder who he thought he was to be doing that but for some reason he didn't dare question "There are many creatures out there who could easily kill you. You do not know this area, you don't even have a map. If you leave alone you will lose more than just your memory, boy." He explained and Atreus had to admit that his words made perfect sense. He had no weapons, he had no knowledge on how to use them, he wouldn't be able to survive alone with all those Draugr and Reve-

"Revenants!" He suddenly exclaimed, as if he hadn't heard a single word that had been spoken to him. He had, but this was more important.

"Revenants?" The severed head asked slowly.

"That's one of the creatures, isn't it? Revenants! Then there's Draugr and- Uh, Wolves, and…" The boy narrowed his eyes and grabbed his head. The bold man shook his head.

"Do not try so hard if it's painful." He advised and Atreus had to agree.

"Yeah, those surealy are dangerous." He muttered, basically admitting the other had been right "Where will I go though? I don't remember where I live."

"You will be coming with me." The same guy said and Atreus looked up at him.

"Why? Why should I go with you? I don't know you, mister." The blue eyed boy shook his head as he spoke and the head sighed deeply. He wondered how could a bodiless head even sigh if it didn't have a respiratory system. But he guessed he shouldn't question some things.

"He was the one who found you!" The nicer dwarf was quick to fit into the conversation "He brought you here since he didn't know what else to do! He's our friend, right Brok?" He elbowed the blue one who grunted in response, not denying it "He's to be trusted."

The man huffed and Atreus wondered if the brothers annoyed him as much as it seemed "Right…" He then spoke slowly.

The boy bit his bottom lip "Where are we going?"

"To my home. Until you can remember." He commented and Atreus let out a long breath before nodding.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not if ya wanna survive, brat." Brok put his hands on his hips and Atreus pouted, not sure he liked being called 'brat'. Was he a brat? Did these people know him?

"So, Mimir…" Atreus said as he was sitting inside the man's house, the severed head was on the bed as well, right in front of him. He found he preferred talking to him rather than the tattooed guy, Kratos, who wasn't the nicest or easiest person to talk to "You say you found me out there, in that...Tyr's Temple?" He blinked, hoping he got the name right.

"Well…" Mimir's eyes quickly turned to look at Kratos but the man didn't give him any signal and was busy preparing some meat for dinner, but he knew very well he was listening closely "Aye, laddie."

"So you don't know who I am." The boy huffed and rested his chin on his hand "How am I supposed to find out who I am." He wondered "Do you think I have any parents? I mean, it doesn't make sense. Why would they leave me alone in there? Unless they...Uh, don't love me?"

Mimir couldn't help but chuckle at that "Not love you? You must have gone crazy!"

"Head." Kratos muttered before the other could say anymore.

"What?" Atreus asked out loud, looking at them both.

"Nothing, lad. As I was saying, I doubt your parents don't love you. That's not...common. I'm sure they are looking for you."

"Really?" He blinked "I...I like to think that, actually." He then smiled some "Maybe I will find them tomorrow. No offense but this place doesn't feel like home."

Suddenly Kratos turned around to look at the boy who didn't even notice and just kept on chatting away with the head.

It seemed he quite liked his company even without really knowing him. It comforted Kratos but it also made him feel uneasy. How could he feel nothing in the house he has grown up in? In the house him and Faye had built for him? He had brought him, hoping that maybe his son would remember, or start doing so. But so far nothing of the sort was happening.

He wanted Atreus to remember everything himself, he didn't want to risk hurting his child by trying to push information onto him.

Was he wrong to try and handle this issue this way? Of course he didn't enjoy the fact that his son had been poised and was now left with no memories of his past, barely even memories of the world he lived in. He was trying not to fall into a pit of desperation, that was his past self, that was the older yet younger Kratos, he knew better than to rush into anything and he always made sure to teach that to his child.

His younger self would have rushed straight into anything and everything, and the death of his former wife and daughter were the consequences of it. Yet he didn't even stop there and became the God of War right to his very core.

He turned his head when he heard his child laughing at something Mimir had said and he wondered how such a sweet, smart and kind hearted boy was his own son. Why would he ever be gifted such a kid after all that he has done? He was worse than animal, he was worse than all the monsters he had ever encountered. Yet he had been blessed with a warm family that loved him in spite of his many faults. Losing Faye had been terrible but the fact that it had been her and not their kid was the better outcome, though certainly not the best.

"Is dinner ready, brother? I'm afraid our lad here is quite hungry." Mimir spoke up and Atreus' freckled cheeks turned pink at that.

"Mimir!" He scolded the head who just laughed at him. The boy didn't dare to let his gaze linger on Kratos for too long and it felt as if his heart was breaking into two all over again. He had been surprised to even still have a heart after everything. But both Faye and Atreus had proved him wrong.

"Dinner will be served soon." He announced before turning the meat to let the raw side cook. Atreus stared at him for some long moments and Kratos had to keep himself from saying anything. He didn't want to scare him or to make him feel unsafe.

A while later, when dinner was finally served, Atreus and Kratos ate in complete silence. The man tried his hardest not to look at his child and the boy focused on the food in his plate, at least for the first couple of minutes. He soon was staring up at the other all over again, this time his blue eyes were shining with curiosity which really wasn't anything strange in him.

"Do you live all alone in here? I mean, with Mimir?" He wondered and the God laid his eyes on his kid.

"No." He answered before he continued eating, as if the conversation was over.

"Well...Who do you live with then?" The boy kept on pressing "Your wife?" He tilted his head "I noticed some female clothing in the corner. That can't be yours."

"Hm." Kratos hummed in response and the boy huffed.

"Look, you don't have to look after me if you don't want to. I'm not your responsibility."

"You will die out there."

"Well, why does it concern you? Do you know me? Do you know my parents?" Atreus was really trying his hardest to get some answers "If you do, please let me know. I would like to find them, maybe then I will remember."

"I doubt it." Kratos replied and the child narrowed his eyes.

"And what is it to you?" He asked and when the other didn't say anything he bit his lip "This is already so strange to me, I need answers and you-"

"It has been a long day, specially for you. After you finish your meat you have to sleep."

"Don't just tell me what to do, you're not my dad!"

At that, the room grew quiet, much more than before and the night was saved by Mimir who started telling Atreus one of his stories, one he had actually told him before, in hopes to both have him remember something and stop an argument from breaking through. He didn't know of the reasons why Kratos chose not to reveal who he was to Atreus, but for now he would see how all of this would unfold.

The following morning, Atreus was sitting outside the cabin, looking at the giant dent on the ground that was splitting it into two. He tilted his head to the left and just stared at it. Something about it was familiar to him, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Why would something like that ring a bell when nothing else did?

"Come on out!"

Atreus gasped and quickly turned around, placing his hands on the cold snow, not even caring about the sharp feeling in his skin "Wh-Who's there?" He asked but he clearly found no answer. Kratos was still chopping wood at the back and Mimir was inside, reading an old book.

"It's no use hiding anymore."

The child then stood up and looked into the forest, where the voice was coming from. He tilted his head back again, trying to see if Kratos could also hear it, but it didn't seem like it. It didn't matter, like he had said the night before, that man was not his father. So he dust himself off, rubbed his hands together to get rid of the cold and then started heading to where he thought the voice was coming from.

"I know who you are..."

Atreus took a deep breath and looked around as he kept on walking, getting further and further away from the cabin "Hello?" He tried again, but his voice sounded far too weak to even dream of someone hearing him. He didn't dare try again.

"...more importantly, I know what you are!"

"What I am?" Atreus frowned yet his feet kept on taking him further away "What am I?" He muttered under his breath "Who am I?" He then stopped walking and it was only then that he realized just how much he had walked and how lost he was.

"Boy." A voice, unfamiliar one, spoke behind him and as soon as the child turned around the world turned black and the last thing he saw was a big electrified hammer.

ATREUS ES SECUESTRADO POR THOR PERO EL LO LLEVA A ASGARD Y LE HACE CREER QUE ES SU SOBRINO. LE DICE QUE BALDUR ERA SU PADRE Y QUE KRATOS LO MATO.