The 13th Olympian

I wake up to find a warm body beside me. One of his arms is draped around me, while the other is stuck under me.

I don't want to wake him but I know Zeus'll get mad if we neglect our duties.

"Hey, sunshine, you gotta wake up," I gently push him off me.

He groans and turns over.

"Wake up or I'm not coming with you to drive the sun chariot," he perks up instantly.

"Fine," he grumbles, putting on his normal outfit and slinging a bow across his back.

"You're driving," I say when he try's to hand me the keys.

"Alright, this calls for a haiku," he declares, clearing his throat.

"Oh gods no-"

"Golden reins in hand
Riding with Percy today
I am so awesome."

I slap his arm at the last line, "you need to grow out of the poetry phase."

He holds his hand high, "never!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "you're going to give me more grey hairs. And before you say it's not possible, you'll find a way to make it happen."

He pouts, "you love them really."

I love you," I say, "not your haikus."

He huffs and climbs into the cherry-red Maserati.

"Must it be that car?" I ask exasperated.

"Well, what do you want it to be?" He asks, "what's so bad about it?"

"Nothing, it's just, ugly."

Apollo looked at me like I had told him Artemis was older (she is, just don't tell him that) "it's what I like. So shut up."

I just rolled my eyes and slid into the seat next to him.

*skip one very bumpy ride later because Apollo couldn't keep his eyes off Percy*

"How have you been doing this for thousands of years yet Florida got the first snow in years?" I ask as I stumble out of the chariot.

"Oh, then next time would you like to drive?" Apollo replies sarcastically.

"There won't be a next time for a long time," I say.

"Oh hush. I wasn't that bad," he says.

I raise an eyebrow, "tell that to Norway."

"It wasn't my fault you licked your lips and made me point down!" He yelled.

"All the snow melted! It's winter for gods sake!"

"It doesn't matter too much," he waved it off.

"I just don't want you to get in trouble," I say softly, looking down.

I felt a finger tip my chin up and I was forced to look up at the slightly taller god, "driving the chariot is my responsibility, and if something happens I will gladly take the punishment."

"But I don't want you to have a punishment!" I looked into the blue eyes, glaring slightly.

"I won't, I swear," he said, softening at my gaze. (Notice how he didn't swear in the Styx ;))

"Ok," I mumbled and headed inside his temple.

"Hey bro! Hey cuz!" A figure is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

"How did you get in here?" Apollo asks.

"I flashed in stupid," the mischief god replied bluntly.

"Why are you here?" Apollo tried again.

"Just wanted to pay a visit to my favorite people on Olympus," he replied.

I raised an eyebrow, "so you decided it was ok to pop in Apollos temple without telling us?"

"You better not have stolen anything from me," Apollo warned.

"I didn't," the god said smoothly.

"God of truth remember? Hand it over."

Hermes grumbled some curse words before handing a wallet over to the sun god, "it wouldn't matter anyway, you have like ten million more of these."

"So do you," Apollo smirked.

"Fine. So...what do you wanna do?" Hermes asked.

"What do we want to do? Bro, you have got to be kidding," Apollo laughed.

"Come onnnn," Hermes drawled, "I'm bored and I already watched Hamilton, can we do something together?"

Apollo looked at me for help and I just shrugged and sat opposite from the messenger god, "fine," the sun god sighed, "Percy, any suggestions?"

"Well, we're kinda trapped on Olympus, right?" I said, "but we can leave, hypothetically."

The mischief god perked up, "what are you hypothetically suggesting?"

"Seashell, are you saying we should hypothetically sneak off Olympus?" Apollo asked.

"Hypothetically, yes," I smiled mischievously. "We can hypothetically go bowling and eat some hypothetical dinner."

"Well let's hypothetically get to it," Hermes said.

And so, the three gods hypothetically went to dinner and had a race through the streets of New York (Hermes won by a landslide) before going to a bar where Hermes got whisked away by mortal woman and the two gods were left to their own devices.

Me, being the sensible one, had been carefully eyeing the other gods alcohol intake until he decided any more and hed explode.

"We're leaving," I said, dragging Hermes away from the woman.

"Aww why?" Hermes pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.

"That won't work on me. We're going back to Olympus before Zeus figures out we're gone," I said sternly.

Recognizing the tone in my voice, he seemed to sober up quickly, "alright, let's go. Where's your boyfriend?"

"Asleep in a booth," I replied simply, bringing him to his half-brother.

And that's where Apollo was, head on the table, passed out.

"Ok, I need you to flash Apollo to his temple, I'll follow you," I ordered.

"Where are you going? Why can't you take him?" He asks.

"You know more about flashing. If I tried it with him-I shudder to think what could happen," I pale a little.

Hermes just shrugged and tightly held on to Apollos arm. I flashed back to the familiar temple at the same time.

"Can I crash in a guest room? I don't want to go back to my temple," the other conscious god rubs the back of his head.

"Sure, but don't complain to me tomorrow when you're hung over," I joke, though there's a seriousness to my tone.

He gives a sheepish smile and helps me get Apollo in bed before heading to a guest room.

I climb in bed next to my sleeping fiancé and I can't help but smile at the night.

Of course, peace can't last.