The following is a fan fic im a fan I do not own the intellectual property of God of war or Percy jackson pleas suport the official releace.

Welp another story that my brain did not let me not write. I hope yall enjoy. Couple of disclaimers I do not use an AI to write but I do use one to help my dyslectic rear end fix my spelling and grammar. So if I let a here is your fixed text messages slip trough that is your explanation. This is a papa kratos story containing multiple fandoms because I use fan fiction as a learning ground for my writing and this seemed as a good challenge. On the same note Im mixing 2 franchises wich lean havely on mythology so Im going with the ways that fit best for the story. Wich brings me to magnus chase. I do not yet know how and if im going to use that part of the rijordan verse. If I can fit it in while keeping the story going I will if I cant than I wont I am not leaving things out because im trying to erase Gender fluid pepole or muslims from my writing. On the note of religion. The following work contains characthers based on figures from different pantheons I promise that I try my best to depict them in a faithfull and respectful way. However I am only human I make mistakes and am capable of misinterpreting things. Pleas forgive any offence this might cause it is not done out of malice.

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The Cabin between the tree tops

Chapter one
Scroll of trouble

Hera looked down at the roll of parchment on her desk. The scroll was thick enough that she would be able to roll dough with it, which worried the Queen of Olympus, especially since this scroll was handed to her by her stepdaughter, Aphrodite. Hera was used to most beings showing some amount of fear when she was near. Hera was well aware she had a reputation; her wrath was quite literally the stuff of legend, most of all among her stepchildren. Yet, Aphrodite usually had a certain confidence about her, something that was notably absent today. The goddess twirled her hair around a finger whose well-manicured nail had been noticeably chewed on, bit her lower lip, staining her perfectly white teeth with her expensive velvet lipstick. And below that perfect cover of rouge, the goddess of love looked pale, her bright blue eyes darting around the room, trying to look everywhere but Hera or the scroll between them.

"Your Majesty, I fear I may have, well, I think the mortals call it 'fucking up.'"

The Queen of the Gods raised an eyebrow. Looking afraid was one thing, but speaking with a shaking voice? Aphrodite was no warrior, but she had a stout heart. After all, it took a lot to scare love. Hera decided to forgo any quips or jabs at the love goddess.

"Formal titles and profanity. Dear cosmos, this is a serious one, is it not?" the Queen of Olympus asked as she handed a cup of nectar tea to Aphrodite, who took a deep drink of the golden drink and let out a breath before she spoke.

"Afraid so. You do remember the monster mess we had when Lord Chaos brought us back?"

Hera sighed. "Don't remind me; we are still finishing cleanup." The cleanup was the last reason Hera did not want to talk about it. She had faced death. As scary as that was for mortals, it was nothing compared to a deity facing a concept that should be impossible for them to undergo.

"Well, I tried to help matters by moving the demigod production along," Aphrodite said matter-of-factly. Demigods were not Hera's favorite subject. Add to that Aphrodite had quite a hand in Zeus's affairs. "And I fear I might have done my filing wrong, and someone got caught up in my efforts that should not have been involved. I have put a stop to it now, but I think we might need to do some damage control. Things got out of hand a bit."

Hera gave Aphrodite a look that only a woman who had been the matriarch of an impossibly large family of personifications of the cosmos could give. "You slept with this man as well, I take?"

"No...and yes."

"Aphrodite,"

"I might have possessed the actress he was making love to, okay? Sure, the kid might come out a bit more powerful than my usual children, but I hardly did anything wrong."

Hera had to do a double-take. Not many men would refuse the goddess of love's advances, much less get her to a point of possessing a mortal to be with him. And even after this, the woman spoke with a hint of fear of the being. Who could it be that scared the lover of the god of war? The pen Hera had been holding slipped from her fingers and hit the marble floor with an audible clatter. Not him. The image of the ashen-covered warrior flashed through Hera's mind.

"The ghost of Sparta?"

Aphrodite nodded. Her next words went unheard as a loud knock came from the doorway before opening. This was the common way. The office of the Queen of the gods was an open forum. Yet Athena, ever one to practice protocol, always knocked, if only to announce her presence. Aphrodite was about to act annoyed till she saw the other goddess's gray eyes filled with distress.

"Hey, what's got your armor in a knot?" the love goddess asked her sister-in-law.

Athena did not usually allow emotion to take over, except for the rare occasion that she was wrong. "I made a mistake. I placed one of my children with the wrong father. But I can't think of any other of my chosen that could be her father."

Hera and Aphrodite shared a look and then stared at the scroll. Dread grew on their faces.

"Can't be," Hera said, scared halfway to Hades. "Of all goddesses, Athena?" The prodigy of the two war gods who had shaken the very foundations of Olympus. Chaos himself had to intervene to cleanse Athena from the taint of the evils.

"Hope not, but better make sure," Aphrodite said, a bead of sweat running down the fair goddess's face.

Hera looked at the contents of the scroll. Her blue eyes went wide as a sudden wind played with her golden hair. The queen of the gods said as loud as her position allowed, "Iris, get Zeus."

A rainbow burst from a side room of the office and raced down the streets as Hera's handmaiden heard her queen's plea. Swift as lightning, the king of Olympus appeared at his beloved's call. He looked at the faces of his wife and daughters. Thunder rumbled as he saw the worry in their eyes.

"What is wrong?" Zeus's voice was clear and cold as winter rain. It had a strange type of reassurance behind it. Hera was reminded of the day Typhon attacked the lone king that stood tall as his family fled away.

"My love, I fear Aphrodite has gotten Kratos involved with mortals in the way that results in demigods." Hera said as she handed Zeus the scroll. Zeus let out a curse as he scanned the content of the scroll. "Always trouble that one. These are goddesses from different pantheons." There was peace between pantheons as long as they stayed on their own turf. "Cosmos, these are different universes." Athena got a shine in her eyes; the mention of new worlds of knowledge intrigued her. Yet, at her father's next words, she bit her lip. "Mind children?" the king of Olympus looked at his wife with the forming of an idea in his blue eyes.

"Plural? Aphrodite?!" Athena asked, afraid that she would have more than one child with the former god of war and looked over the list. On a positive note, only Annabeth seemed to be sired by her. However, the moment he saw Artemis, Hera, and Hestia on the list, she looked at Aphrodite as if the goddess had struck an orphanage with a natural disaster.

"Don't look at me like that. I was actually trying to help," Aphrodite said.

"Explain," Zeus demanded.

"Artemis and Hestia had a child wish, and Hera wanted a demigod child to be on equal ground with you, oh Zeus. I figured out how Athena manipulated love to create mind children. I made preparations so that their powers could find a worthy father. Kratos was not who I expected." Aphrodite looked at Hera, whose blue eyes flickered in wonder, fear, and excitement. Finally, she had a demigod child, and her marriage vows were left unbroken. She could not hide her smile before speaking again. "We should make Kratos aware of the situation. I don't fancy a repeat of the last time Kratos lost a child." Aphrodite remembered that fateful day: finding her husband's body beyond the Hyperion Port, seeing her two servants waste away in the plague. How, in their death throes, Zeus and Gaia made the holy mountain collapse down on her and send her screaming into the primordial void, where the All-Maker had ripped the evil from her and her fellow gods.

Athena looked at her father, who gave her one of his rare fatherly looks and put a hand on her shoulder as he passed.

"Find the child. I will talk to Kratos. Aphrodite, inform Artemis and Hestia."

"Athena made her way out in a flash of gold. An arc of lightning rose from the streets. Aphrodite passed the great hall and was halted by Hestia. Aphrodite gulped; the goddess of family was dressed for war. A wickedly sharp blade hung from a simple leather belt as the daughter of Kronos was preparing to take the field. Woe to the fool god or mortal that stood in her way.

A smile played at the corners of Kratos' mouth. It had been a while since he and his cult had moved away from Midgard to the remains of Valhalla. Where the imposing hall of the fallen had once stood was now a village. Kratos felt a hint of sorrow. He had seen humanity's improvement, and yet he could not provide his followers the full extent of the improvements. Though to their credit, the people were resilient. With his ability to see the mortal world and Mimir's wisdom, they had cracked the code to some of these advanced technologies, like plumbing. Kratos was very glad of that improvement. The wind that carried from the village to the hall on which porch the god now sat custodian carried not that foul smell but the scent of cooking fires and the sounds of evening. Songs and laughter after a hard day of work. A servant walked up to him, carrying a jar made in a hauntingly familiar fashion.

"My lord, a traveler left these. He told me to show them to you."

Kratos hummed and motioned the man to come closer. He took the bowl and took out a blackish-purple oval-shaped berry. He bit down on the salty fruit and savored a taste he had missed for over a lifetime. A satisfied hum left his lips as he closed his eyes. For a moment, he could see Sparta as it had been in the old days. Lysandra sat with him on a rug as they enjoyed the simple delicacy of wine, olives, and cheese. He could hear a faint melody of his daughter's flute. He knew where these olives came from. Another melody. A sleepless night, a sympathetic look of gray eyes, an orchard of olive trees on the side of the holy mountain he would one day bring down, a rare moment of revelry in a life of bloodshed.

"Oh, what are those, brother?" The severed head of Mimir asked from the table next to the god's seat, not used to his friend losing himself like this.

"Olives." The former god of war gave a short reply as he stood up and bound Mimir at his hip.

"That's an olive is it? How did they get here?"

"I can guess who brought them?" Kratos turned to his servant. "Go home; this is a personal affair." The servant bowed and walked away as Kratos opened his door and looked into the distance.

"I know you are here, father. If you need to talk, come into my hall." Kratos said with a leveled voice.

"Brother, are you sure?" Mimir asked concerned. The last thing he wanted for his friend was for him to relapse into what he had worked so hard to rise above."

Kratos pulled out the pot and held an olive branch towards the figure coming towards the door.

"No, but I will chance a 'what if'," Kratos said as Hera's words replayed in his mind. There was a day when Zeus had shown him mercy despite the prophecy. Maybe with both their demons gone, they could be better.

Zeus walked in and looked at his son. He had grown older but obviously not weak. His body was still that of a warrior, his aura still that of a soldier, but happily, he no longer had that pain behind his eyes. The monster was gone, or at the very least, it was dormant. The King of the Gods looked around the room. There was a tapestry on the wall. Kratos held the hand of a beautiful goddess in a lush forest, a group of warriors surrounded them, and a young man stood next to the former God of War, smiling up at the two.

"You remarried?"

"Twice," Kratos pointed at shields on the wall painted with the likeness of Lysandra and Calliope, as well as a strawberry blonde warrior and the young man.

"A son is he?"

Kratos frowned. "He lives, that is all you have to know for now." Kratos was not yet at a point where he would let Zeus meet Atreus and wanted to steer the conversation away from his son. "Tell me father, why do you come to my realm?"

"I fear, my son, that you have fallen prey to Aphrodite's games. And that they have borne fruit."

Kratos groaned. He had heard about how Aphrodite's enchantments would make someone's mind foggy. This would probably become a pain. "How many?"

Zeus held up a scroll and handed it to Kratos.

"At least 10, with one that has brought me here. Tell me, Kratos, do you remember Zagreus?"

"The God of Rebirth? What does he have to do with...?" Kratos' eyes widened. The haunting melody of a flute played in his mind. "Calliope. What do you know!"

The King of the Gods looked out of the window, seeing the village. His face betrayed no emotions.

"Calliope's soul was reborn as a demigod I sired. I would offer you my claim to her. To return the child you lost due to Olympus."

"I know you have an ulterior motive. What is it?"

"There is a prophecy. I fear that our children might start to threaten the world's safety. You, my son, stopped us when fear and hate had corrupted us. It is my hope that your children will be able to overcome fear like you once did."

The former god of war held up the Blades of Chaos. "You know the fate of those who hurt my family."

The two gods clasped hands. "Kratos, we have returned, and so has our power. The powers you once wielded will now be at your children's disposal. They will go with the gods, they will go with the blessings of Olympus. I renounce my claim on Thalia Grace and hand her over to your care, my son. May your influence bring her glory."

A blue fire sparked in the locked hands. Before Zeus departed, he looked at the paintings of the family again. Not for the first time did the king of the gods wonder if he would ever be able to feel like a true father to any of his children. The face of a young boy played in his mind's eye before he shook it away. Maybe one day.

Kratos watched his father leave before sitting down. Kratos swore as a look of realization came over his face.

"Brother?" Mimir asked, surprised to hear the Stoic god utter profanities.

"The Olympians have a camp for their children. I fear Chiron, the centaur that runs the camp, will try to recruit some of my children." Kratos had never met the trainer of heroes, but he respected his reputation. Plenty of heroes he had trained had proved worthy opponents. Yet Kratos did not want them in the camp for one reason. The face in the fire still showed up in the moments of quiet anger.

" Ares."

Mimir breathed in through his teeth. "A camp filled with the brood of an angry war god. No, I would not want any of my children around that, either. A shame, though it might be the best place to find companionship for them."

Kratos went and instructed the servants what to do and whom to summon as he made his preparations.

"I am not saying they will never be allowed to go, but not unprepared. Maybe if enough of them are strong enough to defend each other." It was a thought Kratos hoped would turn real. That his children would have a place to belong.

"Fair enough," Mimir said softly.

The doors slammed open as Freya walked in with Thrud on her heels. "Are you alright?"

It did not take Freya all that long to figure out who had darkened up the door. And if the stories of the God King were halfway true, it was cause for alarm. Imagine her surprise when there was still a great hall to walk into after the two men had finished their meeting.

It took Freya a couple of deep breaths to get the urge to storm Olympus and punch her fellow love goddess in the face. But she eventually decided against it. She decided to ask Kratos for reparations later. Now a group of children were fatherless and had no place that was safe. Maternal instinct simply took over.

"Thrud, go with Kratos. I think he will need your help."

The Valkyrie raised an eyebrow. She was confident in her ability. After over a hundred years of training with her Valkyrie sisters, the daughter of Thor had become equal to even Sigrún. Yet in none of the matches she had fought against the general had she ever won. One of the proudest moments she had was actually making the gray warrior bleed. Freya caught her pupil's surprise and smiled.

"I am not sending you to fight Thrud, but would you trust the warrior covered in ashes, and his severed head sidekick to take care of a kid if you were a parent."

Mimir and Truth laughed at the jab. Kratos shook his head good-heartedly. He did not disagree with it. He knew that he could come off a bit intimidating. The blue door that led to the realm between realms. He looked at the list of names. The name of Calliope's reincarnation, Thalia, drew his eye, but something told him someone else needed him more. He let his intuition guide him.

Name: Annabeth of Sparta. He needed to give some thought to a last name. Location: Virginia, USA. Kratos had a slight spark of excitement. As a god, he had known of the continent, but his duities never let him visit it. The idea of exploring new lands like he had done with Atreus, hopefully without a divine war breaking out, was enticing. Then the name of the girl's mother made this small spark flicker with conflicting emotions. Pallas Athena. This would be interesting. The former God of War returned his gaze toward the realm gate. Under a different sky, gray eyes looked toward the horizon.

"I don't know how to feel about meeting you again, Spartan. I just hope she does not suffer from our mistakes."

Kratos looked at the door of the little suburban home and raised his fist. The hot, humid Virginia air hung in the evening like a wall. The sound of his own knuckles on the wood sounded so far away. This was the home of one of his daughters. She had lived here, taken her first steps, and Spoken her first words under the eyes of the people here. And in comes the ghost of Sparta to rip that family apart. The woman that opened scowled looking down.

"And where do you think you were going to… young… Lady…?"

Instead of looking down at the little blond girl she had expected, her eyes met the lower half of a gray-skinned man. Her gaze slowly rose up halting momentarily at the severed head hanging from his hip. Then rose to his face, her neck craned upwards to meet the man's steel-like gaze. Her scowl made place for an apologetic fluster.

"Frederic, it's for you." She called into a home office while leading the guests to the living room as she motioned them to take a seat. As he waited Kratos started playing different scenarios in his mind. After both the man and the woman joined them in the living room. He told them what had happened, that he was the girls true father. He had expected the man to shout, the woman to cry, and the child to be hiding behind a door or couch inconsolable. What the God had not expected was for the woman to smile and disappear into the home and for the man to seem relieved. Thats when the woman's words came back, Annabeth was not here. Truth's hand went to Mjölnir. "Where is the girl?" The Valkyrie asked, sparks coming from the hammer. Thrud saw flashes of Odin the broken faces of her father and brothers. The idea of Loki's her friends little sister. The daughter of a man who had taken her into his hall without a second, tought and had trained her. being abused made her blood boil.

"She ran away." The woman had returned and put a backpack with what Kratos guessed was the girl's possessions on the table. Silently, Kratos took the bag, and Truth and Mimir shared a look. Kratos was holding back the spartan rage. He walked up to the man towering over everyone in the room. "The girl you raised. That called you father ran away, and you are not looking for her?" The man looked down in a look of shame. " when I came here, I feared I would break apart a family clearly that fear was unnecessary." reaching the limit of his restraint Kratos turned to the halfway and started walking. To the Spartan's credit, he did exit through the door. He did not open said door, but it was through the door all the same. Thrud looked outside and saw a owl fly in trough the splintered door. "Kratos, don't hurt… oh." The worry turned to surprise at a home where only the door seemed to have suffered.

Thrud looked at the goddess. "You were expecting a bloodbath, weren't you?"

"I might have. What did I find instead?"

"Parental neglect. Runaway daughter. Angry spartan going into papa bear mode."

Athena glared at the two mortals who gulped. The story of Kratos was long forgotten, lost to the ages by the mortals, but the stories of Athena's retribution were still well-known. The woman felt the gaze roam over her head. It was as if the goddess was judging how the woman would look with snakes for hair. "I will deal with you later. I have to make sure Virginia is not turned into a Crater by an angry war god."

When Kratos had run into the alleyway, he did not expect to see a little blonde girl fighting a group of muggers with only a hammer as a weapon. But it did make him feel a hint of pride. The girl did not try to match the larger men in brute strength. Rather, she used her smaller stature as an advantage. Weaving between grabs and kicks. Hitting her assailants in their exposed weak points. As amusing as it was to see these men get made a fool of by the child, Kratos knew he had to step in. Annabeth was simply not trained enough to beat 3 full grown man. He could hear her panting. With a yell, Kratos threw the Leviathan axe into the skull of one of the three attackers making ice cover the man's body and dropping the temperature in the alleyway.. The closest fool tried to attack Kratos by striking him in the head with a lead pipe. Said pipe was caught by the gray warrior's forearm, the man was sent flying by a kick from the warrior, with the sound of shattering bone and warping metal the dumpster dented inwards from the impact. The unmoving body laid limp in the wreckage as a pool of blood formed on the street. The girl looked up at the imposing figure as he called the Leviathan axe back to his hand making the frozen man shater into frozen shards of gore. Annabeth looked on in a terrrefied awe as she saw a shape in the shadow walking up behind The Tirth crook who froze in pain before looking down surprised. A bloody golden spearhead was the last thing he saw in the mortal world. As his lifeless form was thrown to the pavement Athena didn't even look at the unnamed man. Only at the phanting dirty form of her daughter wearing just her pijamas.

"Hello Annabeth, this was not how I planned our meeting to go."

"Mother?" Annabeth looked up at the goddess. The slightly tanned skin, those bright gray eyes, and that honey blonde hair. Finally, she could see something of herself in a family member. She did not look at the armor, not at the blood or weapons; she only saw the proud goddess smiling at her.

"Annabeth, I fear I have made a mistake. Frederick was never your father."

Annabeth turned around and looked up at Kratos, who walked up to her and kneeled.

"I am sorry for my absence, child." The god offered her his hand, the girl looked up with a frown, not all that trusting of fathers. She noticed a wordless conversation taking place between the immortals until her mother nodded.

"Annabeth, I give you these." Golden chains grew around the girl's arms. And she looked in awe as blades of bronze with blue glyphs flickered in her hands before manifesting on her back. "Take these weapons, my child. Use them to safeguard those who matter most to you." The goddess looked hesitant at Kratos, who nodded. "Go be with your father, child. Go with my blessings and that of Olympus."

Annabeth looked awestruck at Kratos. "I get to live with you? And you actually want me to? "

Kratos nodded and the stormy gray eyes lith up. "Am Im going to live on Olympus? You are a god as well? Am I? Did that head just blink? Am Im going to have my own room?" the girls questions came out like a stream kratos raised a hand.

"I do not live on olympus, I am, His name is mimir and he did blink, for now you will I explain later. As for you being a god time will tell." The girls mind was obviously filled with more questions but she managed to contain herseld

Thrud who had followed athena into the allyway let out a laugh. "Oh gods, this one will have more questions than Loki."

Mimir chimed in. "The stubbornness of Kratos and the hunger for knowledge of a goddess of wisdom. Oh brother, you might need to train your ears."

Annabeth took his hand, and Kratos lifted her into his arms as he looked at Athena.

"Spartan, this won't stay quiet for long. The Olympian rumor mill is as vicious as ever."

To the goddess's surprise, the Ghost of Sparta smiled.

"I remember the affair of the spiked olives."

The goddess showed a smile of her own. Whatever had happened between the two of them all those lifetimes ago, it was of no consequence now. Truth walked over holding Mjölner in her hand.

"Ready to go home?"

The Valkyrie asked with a kind smile. Annabeth waved at her mother who gave a genuine, if a bit stiff, wave back. Thunder roared as Kratos departed. Worry for the others still ate at him, but at least Annabeth was safe. And very little could have been worth more than the awestruck smile on the child's face as she entered his realm over the rainbow bridge.