He finally felt alive.

After years and years of suffering and pain, trying so hard to get to you— he was finally here. Odysseus couldn’t be happier.

He had been home for a couple of days now, after killing those suitor when he had first arrived - those disgusting men who tried to earn your hand in marriage. He was so, so happy you stayed faithful to him, and that you’ve never married someone else because you thought he had died. Even after two decades, he still loved you the same.

Odysseus thought about that as he gently coursed his calloused and rough fingers through your hair, holding you close on the shared; rooted bed - carved out of the same olive tree he had first met you at when the two of you were young. He had built this whole palace around that same tree.

He hadn’t left your side since he had arrived home. And who could blame him? He’s been on the brink of death one too many times, trying to get home to you. And he was finally here, with you in his arms. He was a changed man, he’s been turned hard and cold over those years at sea. But he still had a huge, strong soft spot for you, something that will never die, and he knew it.

He held you close, a small smile on his lips as he stared down at you. You were so beautiful. He still couldn’t believe he was finally home.

Odysseus leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead; his fingers still running themselves through your hair soothingly.

He loved you so much.