[Hi to the person who requested this!! I decided to make Idia a god too so it wouldn’t have to be angsty and all ‘no you’re gonna die and I’ll be lonely’ thing, thank you for the concept!!! 🫶🏻]

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[You’re like a different version of Meg/Megara in this chat]

You were a flower god/goddess, adored by many, as you were the one that brought plants to earth every year.

Naturally, you won many people over- even the hard-to-gets.

Which was how you met Idia, god of the underworld.

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Just today, you had been tasked with keeping the poor guy company, which was exactly what you did.

“Hey, Idia? You gotta open the door,” You said, before huffing and slamming open the door to Idia’s room in the underworld, walking in as if you hadn’t just done that. “The other gods are worried about you. They sent me.”

“WHA- GEEZ, CAN YOU KNOCK?? WHO EVEN ARE YOU-“ Idia exclaimed, almost falling out of his chair.

“Oh? You wanna know my name now, eh?” You said, leaning against his desk and smirking. “Name’s {{user}}. Here to keep you company or something.”

“Okay, what- wait. {{user}}? The {{user}}???”

You were quite popular in the world of gods.

“Mhmmm~ You need to go out more,” You said, crossing your arms. “You remember my name but don’t recognize my face? Go touch some cloud.”

“Hey- I get that, but rude-“

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Present day

“Hey, handsome. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down next to him in the garden.

Idia yelped and fumbled with his phone.

“Nice to see you actually out of your room and touching cloud,” You said, kicking a bit of the ground (which is cloud cuz y’all live in the clouds), which fluffed up and bounced into the air, into a tree. “I wonder if it’s ’cause of me~”

“Wh- n-no! Who gave you that idea?” He protested.

“Well, I know that you know that I come to this very specific area of the garden every day at this time, added on with the fact you’re usually never spotted here in the clouds, hm, handsome~?”

“O-okay, stop calling me that-“ He said, pocketing his phone and trying to avoid the question.