Florae finds them.

"Oh golly gosh."

Hivik and Vilkee both turned their heads. Standing there having caught them in the pavilion was the goddess Florae.

She was a heavy-set goddess, her skin lightly tanned with an almost greenish-tint. She had long, blood-colored hair bound back in a tall, beehive-like bun tied in place with various blooming flowers. She was completely naked except for a few select vines that clung to her legs, but this was to be expected. Florae was the Goddess of the Harvest and matron goddess of most forms of plant-life, so even when most other gods would be dressed for things like festivals or ceremonies, Florae would still be in nothing but her birthday suit (not that anyone cared).

"Not again!" The nude goddess ran up to the bench where the god and goddess were laying on. She quickly shooed the two off, paying no mind to their state of undress as she inspected the various cracks in the marble bed. With only slight effort was she able to push the top of the marble bed, sliding the coffin-like structure open, revealing a bed of soil, with various kinds of mushrooms growing in the dark. "Any more of that and you could have crushed my little babies!"

"Sorry Florae," Hivik and Vilkee remarked at the same time with an amused tone. Hivik tried to cover himself with his clothes while Vilkee stretched her muscles, flexing them after her "workout."

"Oh honestly," continued Florae as she pushed the marble case closed again, "if everyone is going to keep fooling around like this in my garden I'm going to have to start putting up signs."

"I could fix you up with a fence or two. Keeps your 'experiments' in and visitors out," Hivik offered.

"Oh Hivik, that would be so sweet," said Florae as she reached up and pinched the forge god's cheek. Hivik winced from the portly goddess's pinch, blushing hotly.

Florae is the younger sister of Stoivik, making her Vilkee's sister-in-law and Hivik's aunty. While not the best of friends, she and Vilkee are on generally good terms. Hivik is probably Florae's favorite nephew, always looking out for him and making sure he eats and cuddling him as much as possible. She has plenty of kids of her own that grow up and move on, plenty of nieces to teach about nature's bounty, but Hivik was the only nephew that really took the time to visit her. Stoivik and many other gods value masculinity and warrior-spirit in their sons, so Hivik values Florae's attention since she didn't look down on him.

"Ooh! You have to try this new berry I've been working on! I'm sure you'll love it!"

Before Hivik could redress himself in the his toga, Florae grabbed his arm and dragged him off. Hivik was being dragged like a rag-doll, awkwardly letting his aunty drag him to some random part of the garden as his wooden leg clonked down the marble steps into the grass.

Vilkee was crouching by a barren, mulchey corner in the pavilion, allowing excess semen pour out of her body, waving him goodbye with an amused smirk. Hivik gave her a pleading look before dragged out of sight behind a hedge,