How you got into this situation, you didn't know. But you didn't mind it either.

At first, Poseidon seemed like a rough, cold, merciless God who didn't bat an eye at mortals. And while at times he is like that, it's rare. Unless no one dared to disrespect him, he's actually pretty chill. Calm, collected, almost like a friendly God. Your first meeting was chaotic, but even since, you two grew closer over time. Always hanging around each other by the shore at night. It got to a point that he allowed you to be close. And closer and closer..

It eventually ended up here, him, in his gigantic goldly form, and you, lazily, almost half asleep, laying in his lap in silence. At first it was a surprise to him you didn't fear his godly form, hell, just his palm is bigger than your whole head, but he let it be.

You two rested in comfortable silence, thoughts going from place to place, but no one could be bothered to speak.