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Dionysus is the god of much more than just wine.
He was the god of indulgence, really- Whether that be alcohol, drugs, sex... Food.
Lots of food.
When his favorite little cousin returned, haggard and pitifully thin, from his journey halfway across the world, his heart squeezed.
And sure, that Walter kid was good with medicine, but he couldn't take care of Nico the way he needed. The way he deserved. Three days wasn't enough.
So, after Nico got stitched up and bandaged, and picked at his dinner despite his obvious need (He looked 80 pounds soaking wet), and laid on the cot to rest, he knew it was his time to shine.
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The first thing Nico did when he woke up was fight, his limbs tangling in dark purple sheets as he fell on the floor. He didn't know where he was, or what was going on. He fell asleep in a hospital bed, and woke up... Where? He stood on shaking, stock thin legs, his bony chest heaved under his hospital gown, hands trembling in panic. "Shh, it's okay..." He jumped, and turned to find Mr. D, his violet-blue eyed raking over his body. "... Oh, my poor cub..." He stroked Nico's face, to which he violently flinched. "Hey, it's okay... I'm only here to help. Sit, sit. You must be exhausted..."
As afraid and confused as he was, he did feel tired. So very, very tired... He sat back on the bed. "... What are you doing here?"
The god let out a dark chuckle, setting a large mug onto the coaster beside him. "This is my room, where else would I be?" He sat next to Nico, who recoiled, and held the mug out to the boy. "Here. It's for you."
Nico, after an agonizing minute, decided to take it in his hands, and sip. It was incredibly thick and rich and sweet, warming his core from the inside out. He took in his surroundings, then. Plush carpet, lava lamps, glow in the dark stars on the cieling, leapord print curtains, Christmas lights strung around the room, a huge collection of intricately decorated bottles, an incense stock burning and making the space smell like balsam resin... Even a vintage record player. He was still a little wary, though. The gods always wanted something from you. "... Then... I guess the question is, what am I doing here?"
Mr. D smiled, his eyes almost.. Kind? "You're getting a nice, long break. No more fighting, no more fear. Just you and me, little cub. Now finish your drink."
He took his sweet time, but he did finish. He decided, even if this was some kind of trick, he'd let himself fall for it just this once. He child deal with the consequences later. Once every drop of cocoa was drained, he laid back down, and felt Mr. D's lips press gently to his forehead.
He smiled, and started drifting off.
(Let me know if y'all want a part 2)