Best humor her.

Hivik felt himself dragged through grass and gravel through half of the garden, wearing nothing but his peg leg before Florae let him go.

"Hivi!" Cried a shrill voice before a little girl ran up and jumped on him, Hivik giving an oof as he felt a small girl jump onto his stomach.

"Hey Bunni," said the forge god, amused. The girl gave a fun giggle as expected from girl just coming out of the stage of "toddler."

"Bunni, don't jump on people," said a different. "It isn't nice."

Bunni didn't say anything, but she did get off of Hivik. Much like Florae and Hivik, she was also not wearing any clothes, her long, strawberry blonde hair wet as it clung to her shoulders. Hivik could tell that she was just bathing in the natural fountain not too far from Florae's berry garden, as he could see over a dozen naked bodies casually bathing in the gorgeous waterfall. These were Florae's many children. Gods and goddesses of varying ages, different genders and body-types. Florae's off-shoot of the pantheon, like Florae herself, are mostly comprised of nature gods. Gods of waterfalls, gods of flowers, food, spring and birth.

"Hey Hivik. Been awhile," said the goddess from before.

The goddess's hair appeared short at first glance, but really it was simply braided and woven in an intricate bun decorated with various flowers. She was nude with the exception of a pair of lacey-green panties made from grass and moss. She was lean and with a light tan marred with freckles with small perky breasts. This was Annia, Goddess of Youth. Unlike her many brothers and sisters, she was not bathing and was instead fiddling with the look and shape of a potted flower.

"Yeah, you too," Hivik responded back.

"Couldn't help but overhear you earlier. How was it?" Asked Annia.

"How was..." Hivik asked, slightly confused by what she meant.

"Don't play dumb," his cousin said accusingly. "We could all hear it. Loud shouting and mom's fungal bed shattering. It must have been especially harrowing you stud."

She gave him a teasing wink. Hivik blushed.

"Y-Yeah, well you know, just giving her the old one-two, you know?" Hivik responded, feeling a little awkward.

"Oh, I know."

Hivik always got along with Florae's branch of the pantheon than he did with his own. His father valued **** and masculinity, and many of his brothers and sisters went on to become war gods and deities associated with battle and glory. The fact that Hivik lacked that warrior spirit was an especially tough aspect of his eternal life. When he ever got the chance to visit Florae or one of his many cousins, he always felt more at ease.

He was especially close to Annia, whose extroverted, "take-chances" way of living complimenting his bashfulness. When they were kids, before they received their titles, they would always hang out together, going on adventures, talking, making each other gifts. She was even the first person he ever made love too, finding a remote little grotto deep in a forest in the mortal realm where they made love for what may have been hours. Florae even tried to get them into an actual relationship, but their feelings never blossomed beyond friendship. She found love in the Underworld* and he simply stuck to his duties.

"Here here here they are," came Florae in a sing-song tone, excited to show her nephew her newest invention.

"Uh oh," muttered Annia half-jokingly. She new of her mother's hit-or-miss propensity for edible goods. Florae may be the Goddess of the Harvest, but that did not mean she was perfect.

Florae brought a woven basket up to Hivik's face, only for the forge god to wince at the contents. They were small and shriveled, like something in-between a grape and raisin, colored in what looked like a fungal bluish-white and black spots like a Dalmatian. They gave off no discernible scent, but this did not make the berries look any less appetizing.

"You must simply have to try one!"

Not wanting to disappoint his favorite aunt, he took one of the berries and placed it in his mouth.