The Family We Chose

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: God of War (Video Games)
Relationship: Freya/Kratos (God of War)
Character: Kratos (God of War), Freya (God of War)
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, God of War Ragnarok Spoilers, Love
Confessions, Making Love, Family, Vaginal Sex, Impregnation
Language: English
Collections: Unlimited Erotic Works
Stats: Published: 2023-02-26 Words: 4,407 Chapters: 1/1

The Family We Chose

Summary

Nothing will be the same after Ragnarok. But that need not be a bad thing. Kratos has
grown closer than ever to Freya, and both are pleased with the family they chose.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

"Are you going to tell me what has been on your mind of late, Kratos?" Freya asked, breaking what
had been several minutes of silence as the pair sat across from each other at the table. They'd taken
care of any Asgardian resistance they'd been able to find in Alfheim, and afterwards had returned to
Sindri's home to eat and recover. No one knew where the surviving Huldra brother had gone, but
Kratos and Freya had taken it upon themselves to look after his home until he was ready to return
to it.

"I am considering our next destination," he said, not looking up from his drink in front of him.
"Muspelheim, perhaps. We could test ourselves in the trials while we're there."

"I'm game if you are," Freya said. "But that's not what I meant. It's deeper than that. Ever since
Brok's funeral, you've seemed…different. We've spent so much time together of late that it would
be difficult for me not to notice the way you look at me sometimes, especially when you think I'm
not looking."

Kratos did look up at that. "I apologize if I have made you feel uncomfortable."

"There's nothing to apologize for," she said, shaking her head. "They aren't ugly looks, or unsavory
ones. To me, they've felt more…contemplative. I haven't said anything until now, because I
wanted to give you some time to figure it out. After Brok's funeral, it feels to me like you have. I'd
like to talk about it with you, if you're ready."

Kratos looked down again, trying to decide how he wanted to say what he'd been thinking. He had
indeed been deep in thought since Atreus had parted on his own journey, and as Freya was at the
center of those thoughts, his eyes had naturally fallen on her when he thought about how things had
gone and where he wanted them to go in the future.

“Words have never been my weapon,” he said, weighing each word in his head before he said
them. He knew that this was a very important conversation, and he did not want to say anything
that might ruin it. “I have always been one to let my actions speak for themselves.”

“Yes,” Freya said, giving him a slight smile. “I’m aware. You’re a man of action.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But some things must be spoken aloud, so I will do my best.” She leaned back
in her chair and continued to smile, looking at him patiently and giving him time to figure out how
to say what he wanted to say. “I was happy to have you at my side. As a friend, and an ally, and
someone I could trust. You earned my trust when you helped Atreus, and once we broke your curse
and made peace, I was glad to depend on your strength. Fighting Odin was easier because I knew
that I had strong allies to fight by my side.”

“I felt the same way,” she said quietly, nodding. “I was glad to fight with you. We wouldn’t have
won—we wouldn’t have stopped Odin—without you.”

“Nor you,” Kratos said. “And afterwards, when Atreus left on his own journey, it was easier to let
him go knowing that I would still have you at my side. I could not have asked for a better ally to
fight beside me and place my trust in.”

“And I’m glad to have your trust,” she said. “But it isn’t just about trust, is it? I already had that.
It’s grown into something else. Something deeper.” It hadn’t sounded like a question coming from
her, but maybe that shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him. Freya was sharp.

“Yes,” he said. “I was glad to have you alongside me. But going to Brok’s funeral and seeing
Sindri’s grief served as a reminder that we must make the most of whatever time we have. We may
be gods, but not even we are immortal. We should not take happiness, or the time we have with
those we care for, for granted.”

“For a man of action, that was very well put,” Freya said, laughing lightly.

“Seeing you with that bow, watching you set Brok’s boat ablaze—it struck something deep within
me,” Kratos said. “It made me realize that you had become more than just an ally to enter battle
beside, or even a friend to trust. You were…you are family. Not by blood, but you are family all
the same.”

Freya smiled and stood from her chair. If he hadn’t seen the excited look on her face, Kratos might
have feared that his words had upset her, that she did not see him as family and did not like hearing
him use that word. But as Freya slowly walked around the table and came closer to him, it was
evident to Kratos that this was what she’d been hoping to hear all along.

“I said the same to Atreus before he left, you know,” she said. “I lost my family, piece by piece.”
She got closer; close enough now that Kratos could touch her if he extended his arms even slightly.
“But I’m happy with the new family I’ve chosen. And I agree with you completely. We must make
the most of the time we have, and the new chance we’ve been given.”
Kratos was about to ask if this meant that Freya’s feelings matched his own, unsure if he had been
able to express himself completely and with no room for doubt. But then she sat down in his lap,
put her arms around his neck and turned her head to the side so she could lean in and kiss him on
the lips. No questions were necessary after that, because Freya was answering with actions rather
than with words. She felt it, too.

He put his arms around her, holding her as he began to kiss her back. She sighed against his lips
and adjusted her arms, holding his neck more securely. Kratos deepened the kiss, but he did not
seek to push his tongue into her mouth, grab her body or tug on her tunic. The attraction he felt for
her was undeniable, but he would rush nothing here. He would take only what Freya freely gave
him.

When she broke the kiss, Kratos did not follow her lips. And when she moved to get off of his lap,
he loosened his arms and allowed her to get up. Even as his entire being screamed at him to keep
her close and never let her get away, Kratos resolved to respect Freya’s choices and desires,
wherever they began and wherever they ended.

“I’d hoped you were feeling the same things I was,” Freya said, smiling down at him. She’d gotten
up, but she was still standing very close. Close enough, in fact, that she could stroke his cheek with
one finger. “Odin is dead, Ragnarok has come and gone, I am no longer bound by my past, and
Atreus has gone on his journey and has become the fine man you and his mother raised him to be.
This is a new chapter for all of us, and I’d like to start that new chapter with my family. The family
I’ve chosen, and the family that we can create together.”

Kratos’ eyes widened. “You wish to…?”

“Start a family with you, yes,” Freya said, picking it up when he’d trailed off in his surprise. “Like
you said, I want to make the most of what we have. We’ve both lost so much, but we’re still here,
and we have another chance at love and happiness. Will you grab it with me?”

Kratos could not answer immediately, but it was not because he was against the idea. He was
simply surprised by it. Merely having Freya at his side and having his affections returned was as
much as he had hoped for. That she would wish to start a new family with him was not something
he had expected.

“I don’t want you to do anything unless you’re certain, so I’ll leave you some time to decide,”
Freya said. Her finger was joined by the rest of her hand, and she lightly caressed his cheek before
stepping away. “You can use your actions, rather than your words. I’ll be in my room until
morning. If you haven’t come to see me by then, we will resume our journey together and speak no
more of this, until and unless you decide to bring it up again.”

She’d turned her back and walked away from him as she spoke, but she stopped and looked back
over her shoulder at him now. Her look was somehow tender, excited, nervous and full of
anticipation all at once. “Or, if you’re sure you want to walk this new path with me, you can come
and join me, and we can work on expanding the family we’ve chosen.”

--

Kratos did give the matter some serious thought before he got up from the table. He understood
that this was an important decision, and he needed to be absolutely certain that he wanted to walk
this path with her before he acted. If he accepted her invitation and joined her in her room, there
could be no indecision or regrets. Unless he was sure that he wanted to start a new family with her,
he could not enter that room.
Freya looked up when his heavy footsteps brought him into her room, and smiled up at him from
her bed. "That was faster than I expected," she said. "I barely even had time to get comfortable in
here after getting my tunic off."

The bed covering was pulled up and covered most of her body, but Kratos had already noticed her
bare shoulders peeking out from the top of it. And now that she'd mentioned having removed her
tunic, he glanced over and saw the tunic she'd been wearing folded neatly and sitting in the far
corner, along with her undergarments.

"It was not a difficult decision," he said simply. And it hadn't been. He'd taken a bit of time to think
about it because it was such an important decision that would permanently redefine his relationship
with Freya, but the truth was that his mind had been made up before she'd even stepped into her
room.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked. She patted the space on the bed next to her, inviting
him in. As Kratos had already removed his armor and left his weapons out on the table, there was
no need for him to stop and take anything off now. He took the final few steps that were separating
him from walking this new path with Freya, and then he sat down next to the woman who he was
proud to call friend, ally, and now lover.

Freya sat up to meet him, and the covering slipped down lower on her body as she did. Kratos did
not look down at the flesh that had been revealed, because it was far more important that he meet
her as she put her arms around him and kissed him again. It was similar to the position they'd been
in before at the table, but it felt different now. Their first kiss had been them confirming that their
feelings were mutual. This was two people--two gods, yes, but people all the same--who knew
what they wanted and were about to take it. This was a kiss between two gods who had fought
together and even against each other for a time, had come out of the other side of Ragnarok and
grown ever closer throughout it all.

It was actually Freya who pushed the bed covering completely off of her body, removing that
obstacle and pulling him down on top of her as she moved onto her back. They continued to kiss all
the while, and Kratos closed his eyes as he felt her bare breasts pressing against his chest. It was
not easy for him to resist pinning her to the bed and moving to fuck her roughly. There was a time
where he would have done exactly that. For a time, after losing Lysandra but before coming to this
new realm and meeting Faye, he had attempted to drown his grief, his anger and his guilt by taking
woman after woman to bed. It had never truly made him happy, and after being with Faye for the
first time, he'd understood why. Sex would never satisfy him unless his partner was someone that
he cared for.

Coming to bed with Freya now was his first time embracing a woman since Faye's death, and it
was important to him that he showed her what it meant to him. That meant not pushing her down
and claiming her, but taking his time and making sure that she enjoyed herself. Thus, he kept his
hands to himself for the moment and focused on kissing her. This worked right up until her hand
slid down between their bodies and rubbed his groin through his short pants. But as soon as he felt
her touching his erection, he had to break away, lest he give in to the beast and pin her in place so
he could ravage her. When he did, he got his first good look at Freya's nude body. He'd known she
was naked, but kissing her had taken priority over admiring her body. Now he saw it, and he saw
that she was somehow even more stunning than he'd imagined her to be.

"Beautiful," he said, running a hand down her side and her ribs while letting his eyes roam her
body. He looked back up into her eyes after his eyes had completed their journey up and down her
body, and he tried to find the right words to express his admiration for her. "You are very beautiful,
Freya." Sadly, words had failed him. He felt disappointed with himself for not being able to come
up with anything that better fit what he was seeing.

But Freya did not seem disappointed. Her smile was as wide as it had been all day; it may have
been as bright and as pleased a look as he'd ever seen on her face. Maybe his words hadn't failed
him after all, if they could bring about a smile like that.

Freya pulled him back down into another kiss, but this one was different from the others. There
was intent behind this one, an impatience to go even further. This intent was apparent in how
Freya's hands grabbed onto his short pants and began to tug them down his legs, working on the
only piece of clothing either of them had left. It didn’t take long for her to get them down, and then
he was free and hard against her thigh. He knew she could feel him; she could feel his excitement.

Kratos gave her another kiss as he reached down to grab his shaft and move it into position. He
could feel her wetness on his fingers as he did so, and it was proof that he was not the only one
who had been anticipating this. But he hadn’t actually needed to feel that to know how Freya was
feeling. It may have been some time since he’d last been with a woman, but he recognized that look
on her face easily enough. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, or closely enough to make no
difference.

And if she really did want this as badly as he did, he knew that he should not keep her waiting long.
He would have liked to spend significantly more time touching and kissing her body before he
began, so he could try and use actions rather than words to show her how beautiful she was. But
feeling her arousal, and seeing the needy look in her wide eyes as she stared up at him, he knew
that such physical affection would not be appreciated right now. She needed to be with him. She
needed it as badly as he needed to be with her. So, Kratos did not keep her waiting. He moved his
hips forward, and his cock entered Freya.

She let out a quiet little gasp as he penetrated her, and Kratos cupped her cheek and looked down
into her eyes, hoping that she would be able to see what this meant to him. Some might have come
into this room without giving her suggestion the proper consideration, but not him. This was not
solely about the physical pleasure of sex for him. It was the two of them becoming lovers, and
partners on a new journey. She wasn’t just the woman he desired and even loved. She was the
woman he wanted to start a family with, and being with her like this for the first time was a
moment that deserved to be treasured.

Kratos continued to look at her as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, making love to
her properly. He could tell that she would have been able to handle it if he’d gone significantly
harder. Freya might have even enjoyed it. But this was not a proper time for that. In the future,
perhaps they might try something faster and rougher. For this first time though, Kratos didn’t want
to move any faster than this. Slowly moving, pushing into her and pulling back while enjoying
each moment was how Kratos wanted to do this. He didn’t want their first time together to be about
fucking, rough thrusts, and an impatient need to feel pleasure. This was merely the first of what
would hopefully be countless moments like this with Freya now that they were lovers. He wanted
that love, that passion and that connection that they had developed for each other to be what they
both remembered about their first time together.

He caressed her body with his hands while he made love to her, but above all he watched her. On
occasion she would pull his head down so they could kiss for a time, but when they weren’t
kissing, he was watching Freya. He could see her pleasure, and her love for him. Kratos had not
thought to ever see that look on a woman’s face again, but now that he was here, in Freya’s bed
and making love to her, he wanted to do all that he could so he could keep seeing it as often as he
could from now on.
“Oh, Kratos,” Freya said, groaning lightly as he gave her breast a gentle squeeze. “I’d forgotten
how good this could feel.” She bit her lip and looked off to the side for a few seconds, considering.
“I don’t think it’s ever felt this good.”

Kratos would not even begin to try and compare, either out loud or in his head. But he knew that
this was a feeling he’d only shared with two other women prior to now. There had been others in
between them, but only Lysandra and Faye had brought such satisfaction to him. He’d been with
other beautiful women in between them, but it was love that made all the difference. He’d loved
Lysandra and Faye, and so being with them had been about more than just the physical. Now, he
was feeling the same with Freya. She was beautiful, and sliding his dick back and forth inside of
her would have been enjoyable even if he’d felt nothing for her. But it felt so much more than
merely enjoyable. Every little move he made inside of her, every squeeze, every thrust, every sigh
of pleasure she made and every time her hands ran up and down his back brought him joy. And it
all meant so much to him for one simple, vital reason: he loved her, and she loved him.

That love meant that, when he heard her confess that she’d never felt anything this good, he felt it
was his duty to make it feel even better for her. Luckily, he felt that he knew what he could do to
accomplish this. His right hand left her breast, made its way down her belly and stroked along her
inner thigh before two fingers finally settled near her clitoris. Freya exhaled sharply as his fingers
circled her, and when they made contact, she moaned.

“Oh, yes!” she half-gasped, half-moaned as his fingers slid across that sensitive spot. “Yes, Kratos!
Keep touching me there! Oh, oh, yes!”

Kratos was pleased to discover that he was right. Touching her there worked exactly as he’d hoped
it would, and that pleasure in addition to the feeling of his slow, deep thrusts inside of her had
Freya holding onto his broad back, pulling his head down to her and moaning into his ear as she
tightened around him in orgasm. It felt good for Kratos, but it was even more fulfilling to know
that he had pleased her. He nearly finished inside of her then and there, but something held him
back. He wanted to keep going, to make this first time with Freya last longer. So, he continued his
careful thrusts as she moaned and enjoyed her pleasure, but he did not finish.

Freya’s eyes closed during her orgasm, but after she’d caught her breath for a few moments, they
opened back up to regard him. “This has already been the most satisfying night of my life,” she
said. “And you still haven’t cum. We really must do something about that, mustn’t we? But we
should switch it up.”

“I will do as you wish me to do,” he declared. As long as they kept going, the wonderful evening
was bound to remain wonderful.

“Would you let me be on top?” she asked, sounding almost hesitant to ask.

“Gladly,” he said, with zero hesitation whatsoever. He trusted Freya implicitly, and he felt no need
to prove himself to her. If she wished to be on top, he would welcome it.

He would have gone flat down onto his back if that was what she had wanted, but she instead had
them move so he was sitting on his knees, and she was sitting on his cock with her legs bent on
either side of him. Her feet were next to his knees, and she rocked back and forth on him a few
times before she put a hand behind his head and kissed him.

Kratos adapted to the new position quickly. He kissed her back and held her in his arms while she
rocked on him, and they both appreciated how easy it was to kiss and embrace from this position.
Freya held him by the back of the neck with one hand and squeezed his forearm with the other,
touching him and kissing him as she moved on his cock. Sometimes she would switch to bouncing
 up and down on him slightly, which was all that the position would really allow. But the steady
rocking back and forth was what worked best, and that was what she stuck with most of the time.

He was happy to let her do as she wished, and while she rocked and occasionally bounced, he just
focused on being with her. With no thrusting to do, he let his hands explore her body in greater
detail than they had been able to before that point. He squeezed her breasts and lightly used his
fingers to play with her nipples. Then he would stroke her back, and go lower to squeeze her round
bottom. Other times, he would just wrap his arms around her and hold her, enjoying the closeness
with his new love.

Kratos knew how many perceived him; he knew that most would not expect him to be capable of
this sort of tenderness with a lover. But the vengeful God of War, the Ghost of Sparta and Slayer of
Gods was not all that he was. He was a man who had loved and lost—twice. And now, with Freya
here in his arms, rocking back and forth on his cock and showing her love for him, he had found
love for a third time. They were about to start a family together. If ever a moment had called for
tenderness, this was the moment.

He groaned, feeling his moment approaching. Freya seemed to understand exactly what that groan
meant, because she started to rock faster after that. She was eager to have him finish inside of her;
eager to take their first attempt at starting their new family. And with insistent rocking like this, she
was about to get her wish.

Freya’s lips crashed against his, and she kissed him fiercely as her rocking brought him to his end.
Kratos put his arms around her and squeezed, holding her more tightly than he ever had as his seed
began to flood into her. The moment seemed to last an age. Kratos could not remember ever having
an orgasm that lasted as long as this one did, or produced as much seed as this. This was a boon,
and not only because filling Freya’s insides with his cum was the greatest pleasure he had felt in
years at the very least. The more seed that he fired into her, the higher the chances that they would
succeed in starting their family as soon as possible.

The look on Freya’s face as she held his head afterwards suggested that they weren’t done trying
tonight. She gave him a quick kiss before getting off of him, and Kratos watched her round bottom
jiggle with interest. She seemed to notice, because she stopped while down on all fours, looked
over her shoulder at him and smirked.

“Do you think watching this will be sufficient to get you ready for more?” she asked, giving her
hips a wiggle. “Or shall I get ready to use my mouth on you? I do believe I know a thing or two
about the act, should it prove necessary.”

“Hmm,” Kratos grunted, doing his best not to blink as he watched Freya continue to wiggle her
arse at him. “I believe this would work, given enough time.” He paused. “But if you wish to show
me what you know, I will not argue.”

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