Orion woke to a problem.
Several problems, actually.
The first was that he couldn't breathe. No, there was no problem with his lungs; it was rather the environment which was deadly.
The second was that something very soft, warm, and alarmingly divine was pressing against his face from both sides.
The third—far more traitorous—was the undeniable, painful proof that his body had decided this was the worst possible moment to be very alive.
Both of his hands were captured, seized down by two surprisingly strong goddesses who seemed to have unilaterally decided to make him the dividing pillow between them, as if they were some quarrelling couple.
He was sandwiched. Completely. One arm trapped under him, the other pinned uselessly at his side, his head lodged somewhere between two very different—but equally unfair—goddesses.
His pants were tight, his fear of his undies not bearing the might of his new little brother had come to pass. His boner was killing him. His pants had trapped his member in such a way that even shifting slightly sent a sharp pain, like he was about to burst.
He swallowed.
Very carefully, he tried to adjust his position. Just enough to breathe. Just enough not to die a very stupid death between two goddesses strangling him and his boner killing him.
This entire thing came to pass after both goddesses started to bicker. Orion thought Hestia and Loki didn't get along; however, by no means was he ready for both small cow and much bigger cow to headbutt immediately as they met each other.
The shouting match took so much time that Orion knew there was now no way he was getting himself an apartment.
Hestia realized the fact, and even after Orion ultimately had to deny joining her Familia, the Goddess of the Hearth let them stay the night in her dilapidated church.
Orion had to say, Hestia really was a very good goddess. If his destiny wasn't given to him on the edge of a blade, he would have just closed his eyes and joined Hestia.
And that entirely led to him being sandwiched between two very busty goddesses—heaven on earth if not for him finding hell pulling him every second he fought to draw his next breath.
Hestia was a heavy sleeper; however, his tiny movement was enough to stir Marika awake.
Golden eyes opened slowly, lazily, the way a predator wakes when it already knows the prey has nowhere to go.
Her gaze drifted around the place, recalling what took place last night. She was sleeping in that annoying child of a goddess's church.
She moved around a bit, only for her hand to hit something.
It was big, long, and hot...
"hmmm..."
Orion froze when something caressed down there, making him almost jolt up.
A slow smile curved Marika's lips.
[Oh?]
He heard a purr right next to his ear, hot breath making his mind dizzy, voice rich with amusement.
[So eager already, my lord? I had not thought my mere presence would rouse thee so thoroughly.]
He felt her hands roaming around like they were measuring him, and with each inch she felt, Orion could tell the smile on her face was widening.
His heart almost flipped when her hand intentionally rubbed over his member.
'Oh no, that's my only pants I have right now...' He panicked at his rising pleasure. The outcome which would follow these dangerously pleasant circumstances would be devastating.
Orion wanted the ground to swallow him. Preferably the Dungeon. Preferably immediately.
"Th-this isn't—please stop—!"
Marika chuckled softly, shifting just enough to make things worse. Entirely on purpose. Her long leg wrapped slowly around him, chest pressing against him a tad bit harder.
"Wait..." Orion panicked, when he felt he couldn't control it anymore and started to use force to get out of there.
That was when Hestia woke up. The commotion finally broke her otherwise quite strong sleep. Somehow, today's sleep was extra comfortable, like she had a big plushy to hug.
She blinked once. Twice. Then her eyes focused.
And promptly went wide when she felt what was going on.
Her face turned red so fast it was almost impressive.
"W–W–WHA—?!" she squeaked, scrambling backward and immediately tangling herself in the blankets. "W–WHY ARE YOU LIKE THAT?! AND Y–YOU GOLDEN COW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!"
Hestia's face generated enough smoke to cloud her vision. She gulped when her eyes passed from the indecent act itself toward the object of indecency.
"S...so big." Her body seemed to quiver. Mentally, she measured it and then looked at her own stomach with unspoken thoughts, her mind telling her, "Don't even think about it... you're courting death..."
Orion groaned, covering his face with both hands. "Please. Someone. Kill me."
Marika laughed outright now, clearly enjoying herself far too much.
[Do calm thyself, Goddess of the Hearth,] she said lightly. ['Tis merely the enthusiasm of youth.]
Hestia made a strangled noise and refused to make eye contact with anyone ever again.
Orion lay there, mortified, trapped, and very aware that there was no reviving from this social death.
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After the morning's catastrophic misunderstanding—and the very real risk of dying from embarrassment—Orion did the only sensible thing left to him.
He apologized.
Profusely.
"I–I'm really sorry," he said, bowing so hard his spine complained. "That wasn't intentional. At all. I swear on everything holy, unholy, and questionably divine."
Hestia, still red from ear to ear, waved her hands frantically. "I-It's fine! I know it's her fault!"
She pointed at Marika with an accusative glare.
Marika, standing behind him with arms crossed and an infuriatingly calm expression, merely shrugged.
[Thou dost apologize far too earnestly, my lord. 'Twas a natural reaction. Mortals are weak of flesh.]
"Hush," Orion hissed under his breath. "Please."
He didn't linger. Shame was a powerful motivator, and within minutes he was out of the church, mentally dragging his dignity behind him like a broken sword.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of his problems.
He still had to register his Familia. Eina told him to come with his goddess tomorrow, which was today.
As if sensing his urgency, the Sites of Grace shimmered into awareness around him—faint, golden anchors hidden in plain sight.
One nestled discreetly behind Hestia's church. Another, familiar now, near the Guild Hall.
He had found them yesterday while roaming the area, just like how in the Lands Between, Sites of Grace were present near almost every major place in this world as well.
Allowing him to teleport to any grace he had sighted previously in an instant.
From there, Marika manifested fully—no longer a hidden presence, but standing beside him in all her radiant, commanding glory.
The effect was immediate.
Heads turned. Conversations stalled. Pens stopped scratching. Even half-awake guild staff froze mid-step.
Marika walked forward like the world belonged to her.
Some might even say she turned more heads than Freya herself.
She just mused at it.
['Tis the nature of mortals to praise and gaze upon the divine, my lord. Pay them no mind—let us proceed.]
She wrapped her arms around his, like she was claiming he belonged to her, and said with a smirk, tugging him forward.
Orion winced. "Please don't offend anyone before breakfast. I know I'm already getting under their skin coming so early here."
It was early enough that the crowd was mercifully small, preventing outright chaos. That was why he decided to come so early.
Still, whispers spread like fire.
A new goddess.
At the Guild.
Holding onto a boy.
A hot boy.
Gossip happens.
Eina noticed them almost instantly—and stiffened.
She straightened her posture, professional instincts kicking in, but the moment Marika's gaze brushed over her, a chill ran down her spine.
The woman—nay, the goddess—she saw was like looking at a divine reincarnate.
The golden aura around her immediately set her apart from the mortals, if the heavenly beauty of her didn't do a good enough job already.
The way she walked and behaved was like she owned the place, and if Eina didn't know better, she might have believed it just from her radiance alone.
"G-Good morning," Eina said carefully. "I assume… you're here to register your Familia?"
Marika looked at her.
Paused.
Then answered coolly.
[So thou art the keeper of records. Very well.]
Eina swallowed.
First was the strange way of speaking, but it was those golden glances of hers which completely stiffened her.
It was like being stared down by a divine being.
Something gods here can't do, since their Arcanum is sealed.
"M...may I ask your name, Goddess?"
[Marika.]
Short. Final.
Eina nodded, scribbling quickly, acutely aware of the arm Marika had looped possessively around Orion's.
Eina's eyes lingered there just a tad bit longer.
"…And this is your child?" She asked. Like asking, we know that already, just let him be.
[My Tarnished. My lord.]
Eina blinked. Once.
Twice.
"Oh," she said. "…okay." She nodded, glancing at Orion like asking, 'What the hell does she mean by my lord? Explain.'
Orion just smiled, hoping he didn't have to speak at all.
Though if he didn't, then the damage would be beyond fixing.
"Sigh... it's gonna be a long day."
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