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When I Lost You pt. 1

Sindri X Fem! Reader

What if SIndri actually had a wife and child? A wife that Sindri had believed to be dead for years because of Odin. Then Asriel, their child, starts having visions of his mother, but he’s unsure on how to approach his father about it. 

The Night He Lost You

CRACK!

POP!

The fireplace warmed the small log house. The log house that was home to no other then you, Sindri and your newborn son, Asreil. It had taken a lot to convince Sindri to have a child and when he had finally said yes needless to say you were shocked. Oh and the look on Faye’s face when you told her you were going to have a baby. Faye was your older sister, she was the only reason you were ever able to meet Sindri. 

“How’s he doing?” Sindri sat down next to you. You sat in front of the firepalce desperate to keep warm. You looked down at Asreil with a soft smile. Asriel was asleep in your arms. 

“He’s fast asleep,” you hummed, as you sightly leaned into Sindri. Sindri wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close. He played with your hair slightly combing his fingers through your hair. 

Everything was calm, tranquil, peaceful... until...

A chill ran down your spine. 

“Take Asreil,” You said as you handed over Asriel. 

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Sindri asked. You stood up slowly.

“The protection stave,” you said. 

“The protection stave?” Sindri pressed as he also stood up. 

“It’s broken,” you said. 

“B-Broken!” Sindri stuttered. 

“WAH!” Asreil started crying. 

“No, no, no shhhh, Papa’s sorry for yelling,” Sindri cooed rocking Asreil in his arms. 

BAM! 

BAM!

BAM!

Asreil started crying even louder. 

You grabbed your sword and headed to the front door.

“Hunny wait,” Sindri said. You looked back at him.

“It’s going to be okay,” you said.

“HEY! IT”S RUDE TO KEEP GUESTS WAITING!” 

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

That was Baldur’s voice, and he said guests? Who else could be here with him? He couldn’t have brought Odin could he? 

Knowing this would not end well you turned back to Sindri and Asriel. You came down to his height. (Since you were at least a foot taller) 

“Run,” you said. Sindri’s eyes widened in fear as he shook his head no. 

“No... no, I’m not leaving you,” he said. 

“Please... it is the only way... for you, for our son to live. If Baldur is here there will be no mercy,” you said. You gently held his face.

“I don’t want to leave you, I love you,” Sindri whispered. 

BAM! 

BAM!

BAM!

“You got ten seconds to open this door!” Baldur and yelled. 

“Sindri please,” you begged. Your eyes pleaded with your husband to run. 

“TEN!” Baldur started counting.

The weight of the situation now started to fall on Sindri. He looked down at Asriel and back at you. 

“NINE!” 

Your heart sank knowing you would have to leave your family behind.

“Eight!” 

“I love you,” you kissed his forehead. 

“Seven!” 

You stood up and turned back to the door. 

“Six!” 

Holding back tears, Sindri disappeared with his son and ran. 

“Five!” 

You let out an annoyed sigh you walked to the door. You slammed it open. Immediately you were punched square in the chest by Baldur. Your back slammed against your dinning table. You let out a ragged breath, using the table to keep yourself up. 

“So you finally open up, so good to see you again Y/n,” Odin stepped into your home. 

“What the fuck do you want?” you asked. 

“I have a proposal,” Odin snickered. 

“No,” you shot it down immediately. 

“You won’t even hear me out?” Odin asked innocently. 

“Whatever you have to offer I don’t want it,” you said. 

“Alright, I guess were done here,” Odin sighed.

“I guess we are,” you agreed. 

“Keep it clean,” Odin leaned close to Baldur. Baldur smirked while cracking his knuckles then his neck. 

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Asriel jumped awake. He’d been having the same dream the last week. A beautiful women chained up with a needle like plant in the back of her neck. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Asriel? Breakfast is ready!” His father, Sindri, called. 

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Asriel groaned as he rolled over in bed. Asriel yawned as he sat up. Questions filled Asriel’s head. 

Who is this women? 

Why does he keep having dreams of her? 

Why was she chained up? 

Asriel let out a heavy sigh as he pulled his bedroom door open and headed downstairs. 

“Well good mornin’ sunshine!” Uncle Brok chuckled as Asriel sat down at the table. 

“Mmm,” Asriel hummed still tired. 

“Are you alright? You still look very tired,” Freya commented. All eyes were on Asriel now. 

Asriel debated on whether or not he should talk about the women he had been seeing in his dream. He decided against it and breakfast resumed as usual. 

Asriel couldn’t help but just sit there and poke at his food.

“Asriel, are you alright?” His father now asked. 

“Yeah, I’m... I’m fine... I just need some fresh air,” Asriel sighed as he stood up,” if you need me I’ll be outside.” 

The young teen pushed open the large door into the courtyard. He approached the center of it and just sat down. He drew circles, with his finger, on the wooden boards.

“Hey.”

Asriel jumped and looked over to see his cousin, Atreus.

“Mind if I join ya?” Atreus asked.

“Yeah, uh, sure, take a seat,” Asriel said as he went back to drawing circles on the ground. There was a silence between the two.

“Your dad’s really worried about you,” Atreus finally spoke. Asriel glanced back up at Atreus.

“I know, it’s just… I don’t know… I don’t want him thinking I’m crazy,” Asriel sighed.

“Why would he think that?” Atreus questioned.

“I keep having this dream…,” Asriel admitted.

“About?” Atreus pressed.

“You can’t tell my dad okay?” Asriel didn’t want his dad more worried about him.

“I won’t,” Atreus agreed now growing even more concerned.

“It’s about this women… she’s chained up and has a needle like plant in the back of her neck,” Asriel admitted.

“Huh? And you don’t know who she is?” Atreus asked.

“Not a clue,” Asriel sighed.

“Could it be your mom?” Atreus offered an answer. Asriel froze not sure what to say…

He never did have a chance to meet her, but then again his dad never liked talking about her either. His dad would always say it was in the past, and leave it at that.

“I don’t think so,” Asriel now replied.

“Maybe you could ask your dad,” Atreus suggested.

“No…no I can’t, he… he doesn’t like talking about what happened,” Asriel said.

“But what if it is her? What if you could get her back?” Atreus threw the questions at his cousin, whom started to become more overwhelmed. Asriel stood up, Atreus quickly stood up as well.

“Yeah and what do you suggest I say? Hey dad I keep seeing this weird women in my dreams! Maybe it could be mom? I know you don’t like talking about her!” Asriel snapped, bitterness on each of his words. Atreus had a look of guilt and Asriel quickly realized what he had done.

“I’m-,” Atreus started.

“No, I should be apologizing to you, that was out of line and uncalled for,” Asriel apologized. “I think I just need to think on it. Thanks for listening to me Atreus.”

“Yeah, it’s what I’m here for,” Atreus beamed. The two headed back.

“Asriel!” Sindri called to his soon. Sindri stepped away from the quencher and greeted the two boys.

“Hey dad, don’t worry about me, I’m alright,” Asriel said.

“I just wanted to say, if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you,” Sindri said.

“I know dad,” Ariel smiled.

“Okay,” Sindri smiled back. Despite his smile Sindri’s anxiety was not put to ease.

Was his son okay?

What was bugging him?

Is it because he’s a bad father?

“The boy ‘ill come to ya when he’s ready,” Brok cut Sindri out of his thoughts.

“Brok… did… did I mess up somewhere…?” Sindri asked.

“I- er- I can’t tell you that,” Brok stuttered now starting to feel uneasy. Brok was a brute, never that good with emotions. Sindri sighed, as he headed back to the quench picking back up where he left off. The thought of his son in distress still plagued his mind.

It wasn’t until lunch time Sindri had seen Asriel again. Kratos, Mimir and Atreus were just getting back from one of there adventures. Asriel pulled himself down the stairs, he had just woken up from a nap, bad idea. He still saw the women but only this time he heard her screams of agony and pain.

“Dad,” Asriel’s voice cracked, he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes? What is it? Is everything okay?” Sindri rushed over to his son.

“Can I talk to you in my room? Please?” Asriel asked.

“Of course, let’s go,” Sindri agreed. The two headed back up to Asriel’s room. Sindri had to stop himself from commenting on how messy it was. He knew now was not the time.

“I know it’s messy,” Asriel said, he knew that his father wanted to comment on it.

“That’s…,” Sindri shuddered,” that’s not what matters right now, what’s going on?”

“I think you should sit down for this,” Asriel said as he pat the spot next to him on the bed.

“I think I’ll be alright,” Sindri replied. Asriel took a deep breath.

“I’ve been having these dreams of… a women… and… and I don’t know who… who she is… but if… if it’s mom… then she needs our help…,” Asriel said. Asriel was right, Sindri should have sat down. A pit in Sindri’s stomach grew. He suddenly felt sick.

What was he supposed to say? Feel? If his wife was alive this whole time would she be mad that he never tried to save her? That he assumed her dead after that night?

“No… no… your mom… she’s…,” Sindri couldn’t even say it. Instead he just left the room. He didn’t know where his feet were taking him. Memories of that awful night filling his head

“Dad! Wait!” Asriel quickly followed after his father. Sindri didn’t listen, he just kept walking until he was out the door. 

“Woah hey! What’s going on?” Atreus got up. 

“I told him about the women and I don’t know, started freaking out? Panicking?” Asriel started panicking a little himself. 

“Okay, okay, calm down, breathe,” Atreus said. 

“Women? Who are you talking about?” Freya now questioned, alarmed by the situation. 

“I... I don’t know who she is... and when I mentioned it may be my mom... that happened...,” Asriel explained. 

“What does the women in your dream she look like?” Kratos now asked. 

“Uh, long (h/c) hair, (S/c) skin, I can never really get any specific details,” Asriel explained.

“It’s her,” Kratos said, he seemed confident in his answer,” I met your mother only a few times, but that seems to match her... from what I remember.” 

“It sounds like her,” Brok confirmed,” and I think I may know where your father ran off to.” 

“You do?” Asriel asked. 

“Yeah, come with me kid, we’ll find him,” Brok said,” and gear up, we’re headed to Midgard.”