Apollo

Apollo, the great God of the Sun, fell from a catastrophic height in the hope of falling in love with someone. He fell in love with you, the Goddess of the Nature . A great opposite, right? But he loved you, he loved your beauty, he loved everything about you. He was truly in love.

He didn't think twice when he asked you to marry him. It was a sure thing, he was more than sure about it. He was even more radiant when you accepted. You didn't need to show him that you liked him. He loved you for both of you, even though you were an arrogant narcissist.

Spending the afternoons with you became a routine. Now that you were his wife, he finally seemed at peace. Even with the battles of Ragnarok going on, he never let himself be shaken. He had enough confidence in himself.

And now, on a beautiful morning, he kind of forced you to take a bath with him. He said it would be better, a moment just for the two of you and some hot water.

and so that was how they were now, in a large hot spring bath, both helping each other wash, he kissed and caressed her body constantly, kissed the tips of her feet like a worshiper of a religion, his eyes turned to her face again, in a relentless smile on his lips."you are radiant as always."