Chapter 1: Run as fast as you can

Atreus ran as fast as he can, his heart beating slowly as he tucked locks of hair unto his satchel. He knew that Sif's hair will be the way to search for his lost father, all stranded by horrid forces. He ran along the woods, thinking about his father's demise, maybe Freyja did not back down with her Valkyrie wings to kidnap his father. There a voice echoed in his mind. "Loki." a name given by the giants and his mother. Energy flowed through his veins as he thought of that name, loud and clear. He glanced at the getaway, and quietly he transformed into a crow. Quietly Arteus perched at the nearby tree, watching the guards of Sir screaming for his name. There should be a way to distract them. Quietly Arteus mumbled a word "Nista...' as he glared at the swaying tree branches, it slowly transformed into arrows and it lunged unto the guards' hearts. Arteus watched quietly for the screams to die down. "Close your heart" Arteus mummer quietly to himself "Close your heart.." as he looked away from the carnage of bodies strewn in the snow.

They have it coming.

Somehow Arteus glanced at the pouch, feeling its weight, the contents' aroma reminded him of that secluded corner. A figure flashed in his mind. He closed his eyes again. Close your heart Arteus Close your heart. His mind knew that he needs to move fast, quickly he mummer a protection spell, like his mother to protect the house.

Arteus flew quietly to his home, bare from his mother's protection vigil, and slowly his claws changed into shoes, as he heaved frantically. Currently, he only thinks about is Mimir's safety in his house, which he hid him in the best venue. "Oh, I am glad you are..." Arteus hushed him slightly "Mimir..not now" The exhaustion from casting the protection spell burned his body. That spell should hide them temporarily.

"Sorry little brother..got worried about you…" Mimir mummer sadly, he too is anxious about Kratos' disappearance, that he barely caught his breath when Kratos was swung to God knows which realm by Freya. Arteus gave him a rub in his head "I know Mimir… I think we got something to save Father." Slowly he searched his pouch, with fingers trembling, carefully taking out the shimmering locks. Mimir's mouth dropped to the ground "..Laddie…oh, laddie, you made a grave mistake…." That aroma is not unmistakable, it smelt of freshly plucked flowers in the field. "When I say, by pleading the gods, I do not mean…"

Atreus spoke wearily, as he laid down on the bed, flicking his hands to cause a small flame "This is the only way…" He thought about that enchanting figure when he was a maid for Sif. That name planted in his mind-Sigyn. She risked everything for a stranger she briefly met. Mimir wished he has the muscles to shake his head, if it is bad enough that Kratos and Arteus killed off Magni, Modi and now Baldur, causing an uproar to the Gods, he could picture in his mind, the face of a vengeful Aesir Goddess. This caused him shivers down his spine (should he have one…) Arteus caressed the locks, singing a tune his mother used to teach him to let it glow. Somehow it lit up the room. "Lad…you know with risks, do you see the benefit of causing the wrath of an Aesir goddess…You indeed picked up your father's mad trait. "

"Maybe..." Atreus murmured solemnly, he cannot help but think of his father being lost in the realms. That stung his heart "It could be the only way…" Sometimes desperation could do things to people. He thought about Sigyn. How she stepped out from the waters, with her clothes clinging unto her body. There is this quiet strength which he admired about her, as he waited for Sif to finish bathing in the nearby lake "Mimir…do you know anything about Sigyn…" Mimir watched the boy withheld his blushing "I suppose you have fallen in love with an Aesir goddess, my you are strange…" Mimir swallowed lightly "About Sigyn…true that Freya is the most beautiful of all, but Sigyn…"

Arteus rolled his eyes "Mimir…" He knew his gloating voice when they stumbled upon the fallen Valkyries, he is most particular on Gondul, though Arteus knew his affections with Sigrun. "There is that quietness in her character .." Mimir's tale of Sigyn enticed Arteus to know about that figure who helped him to escape the guards. It seems fitting with that image which she rose from the lake with a quiet strength. The world seems to pass by with her.

Atreus thought quietly, since he has Sif's locks, what to do with it. His father could be anywhere among the realms. There must be a magical power beneath Sif's locks. There an idea planted in his mind, maybe the Huldra brothers would have an idea to do with it "Maybe I can ask Brok and Sindri, what to do…I can make something to appease Sif…." Mimir scoffed off slightly "Dwarven charm..unlikely….little brother." Atreus turned his head on Mimir "Why do you disagree.."

"I know your intentions are good….and you are regretful for your actions" Mimir simpered quietly "No matter what you do, a vengeful Aesir goddess will not be the opponent you wanted to face, trust me I have my fair share of experiences." Mimir shuddered slightly at that thought, he recalled a poem which he recited which resulted in Eir rolling her eyes, as she mended his wounds. Arteus grasped his head tightly "We must try! You must be worried about Father…" Mimir heaved slightly, after all, it was him that gave him a clue to find something to track Kratos, whom, by now, god knows where "Alright…so be it…mind they are a fickle bunch.." Atreus watched the sky, it has turned darker, but none of Sif's guards and soon his eyes grew heavier. "But it means saving your father, it shall be the way.."

Slowly Arteus closed his eyes, and he could only dream of that moment where she rose from the lake with a disdainful look. There is that strength that he cannot comprehend with her.

Next day, Arteus slung Mimir unto his back and walked out from the house. Subconsciously he cradled the hair of his mistress which he served, in female form and quietly put in his pocket "Maybe we can find another way, little brother…" Mimir coaxed quietly, he, in fact, dreaded to speak with the Huldra brothers. "I am sure we can…" Arteus quickly ran over to Tyr's temple to hear the clinking sounds of the brothers making some weapons for Kratos "Brok!" Atreus exclaimed to the dwarf brother "Shit stop squeaking squirt! " Brok cursed loudly, and Sindri holding his armour (whilst holding his gag reflex) "We are busy making something incredible for...say where is your pop…"

Arteus heaved slightly, as he took out the pouch revealing the contents of the pouch. Brok's eyes widened with surprise "By Ymir's teats…"

"Long story…"Arteus quickly kept the locks of hair "I just need something to appease an Aesir goddess…" Brok raised an eyebrow "..You got to be kidding me…you are barking mad!" Mimir mummer to Arteus 'I see I told you…' and a defiant gaze.

"Impressing a shitty Aesir goddess…" Brok fumed,just thinking of the ridiculous nature of Arteus' request "We tinker things worthy of death and destruction…not things delicate and ladylike" However Sindri cower over Brok's cursing, bowing to him "Master Arteus, for once I have to agree with my brother, impressing an Aesir goddess does not lie with gifts…" Sindri swallowed slightly "The last time we tried to impress an Aesir goddess…" Sindri has to withhold his gag reflex, just thinking of that horrific moment. Mimir shook his head slightly "Now that is one battle loss.." Arteus protested slightly "You are not going to help us.."

"Deepest apologies Master Arteus.." Sindri bowed quietly "You have to find another way…even if we make beautiful items, the Aesir goddesses is a feat…" Mimir swore that all that dwarf conversation is getting in his mind and thankfully Brok added to the squabbling of why they should do that task.

"Come, lad, it seems they have a little disagreement…" Mimir whispered quietly to Arteus "Hearing dwarf arguments may cause migraines…" Arteus left them quietly into a secluded corner. "Listen, lad, it may sound mad, but apparently there is another group of dwarves that could help you out.." Mimir gave a wink "But they will react differently, which I suggest you think twice." Arteus thought of an idea, maybe he will take a different form, firmly spoke, "I have to go back Sif's lands though I am considered a dead man..and convinced Sigyn to help me"

"To betray her companion, that is cunning of you..." Mimir grinned quietly as he watched Arteus transformed into a beautiful falcon "Be warned little brother, the guards are sharp with scent and sight, so tread lightly.." Arteus chirped slightly "Brok and Sindri! Take care of Mimir for me..", unaware that they are not done with the quarrel. Mimir sighed regretfully. What did I get myself into this shit? He prayed that Arteus will come back quickly from conveying Sigyn's message.

Note: After doing some drabbles,I just took the plunge to do my first fledged God of War fic thanks to the lovely responses of the God of War fandom. I mean you guys are so sweet and so kind to give me lovely feedback on that story that I want to share it online. Anyway, the story I am basing on is from Loki cutting Sif's hair, which it is a little ambiguous but I want to take a new perspective of a familiar story, and yes I love writing Mimir (of the Bifrost teats) and the dwarves (Sindri's lines are the best). So you will see more Sigyn which I am so excited!

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