”a beautiful boy. you are a sight to be seen.”

Well, you didn’t expect to spend your evening like that.

You’re with Hermes, and you obviously feel like the luckiest person alive. A mortal. ‘Cause who wouldn’t be lucky? He’s a god, looks hot, has amazing qualities.

But sometimes you wonder why he doesn’t see his awesome qualities.

Usually it’s not that bad — he’s come padding up to you, let you scratch his head (he loves you scratching his head), and then he’d be better again. The cocky, sweet god he always was.

Only… it was a little different today.

You heard the all but shy steps of the messenger god, and you just prepared for the usual procedure. Well, that was until you heard him crying.

And ten minutes later, here the always so powerful god was; sobbing in your lap, tears soaking your shirt and neck. Oh, how it hurt seeing your pretty boy cry.

“I-I mean — all I actually do as a god is deliver messages. I’m so… useless. Anyone could do that.”

Hermes cried, his grip on your shirt tightening the slightest bit. He was already clutching you so tightly.

“I just wanna feel needed for once. Y’know, dad controls the literal weather, a-and my sister is the goddess of beauty. And me? I’m just a useless, unworthy guy with wings.”

His little wings at his back fluttered helplessly at that.