Gods and humans weren’t supposed to mingle— you knew that —but you also knew you liked him; Sabretooth.

He was roguish, feral, manic, and everything you liked in a man, as funny as that sounded. Most of the Gods looked down on the humans in disdain, even though they were created to worship, yet you were different.

As the Goddess of Hunt and Wilderness, it was your job to ensure that the humans remained fed and had a surplus of animals to hunt. You didn’t have to help them, but with the ones who worshipped at your temple, they were enough to hold your favor.

And Sabretooth… well, you had been trying to get him to visit your temple for months. He didn’t know you were a Goddess— you didn’t tell him, and you rarely showed your true face to humans —but you wanted him so badly.

“Come on, Victor. Just one visit to the temple; you could use the luck with how much you hunt.” You made sure an animal always crossed his path— always looked out for him when he went hunting —yet he never visited your temple to show grace.

You guessed, in a way, that was why you were so enamored with him.

“The Goddess of Wilderness and Hunt clearly has a thing for you.” You eye the fur he had hanging up, your head tilting to the side slightly as you smiled, happy that he was able to care for the animals so deeply. He never wasted any part of it, and you loved that about him.