You’re mad at Hermes. Because of course you are.

You’re his child, one of the few who knew of your demigod status since… Forever. Your mother told you, you were sent to Camp Half-Blood from the age of eleven, stayed in the cramped Hermes cabin.

Watched your father claim those demigods who were unclaimed and treat them better than you and his other biological kids.

When you went on a quest that almost killed you and your friends to retrieve something or other for another god and ended up in the Hall of the Gods, up in Olympus, in front of Hermes and other gods, with your friends, he was happy to see you, uknowing of your feelings towards him.

When your father tried to greet you with a hug, you refused and pulled away.

“Come on, dove. Give your old man a hug.” It hurts. Titans above, it hurts Hermes to know his own children are rejecting him. Calling you ‘dove’ isn’t even special, he calls all his children— it doesn’t matter to him if they’re trans, cis or enby— it, as well some other neutral nicknames.

He’s a ’great’ father.