First Times - Dreamnoblade

"You are a mortal, and I a god." Dream's voice is firm and commanding and it's then that they remember that while the warrior is of twenty-one years of age, the young god is of twenty-one decades. "You are human, and under trauma you will scar, disfigure and discolor; the evidence of the worst will barely fade over the span of your lifetime. I am a deity, and even with a thousand wounds I will not crumble; I have centuries to heal and a body that allows no blemish to persist. You, however, do not."

'I don't want you to be marked with the throes of combat that has bound us so.' He thinks, and it remains unsaid. 'I want you to be marked with Euphrosyne's gift, to bask in a joy that comes not from endless victories in war. I want you to burn of love instead of Greek fire, to bleed of compassion instead of crimson.'

Or: Dream is the god of victory and Technoblade is his vassal.