Warning: it gets a lil steamy near the end (no smut yet). Sex pollen, dry-humping, dub-con, incest, all that fun stuff!

Also, this chapter was written in October 2023. Loki's backstory has yet to be revealed by then so if his backstory was revealed by the time this chapter is published and it heavily contradicts with what I've written..... Please do me a favor and ignore it 😭

"THIS MEETING WILL TAKE A while. I will be gone for most of the day. I've instructed Mnemosyne to feed you at the appropriate times. Eat your food. Remember the proper etiquette. Behave. And—" Heaving a sigh, he placed a hand on her back and straightened it. "Mind your posture."

"Right, right, sorry," Percy replied, keeping her back straight like she had been taught. Her hands however, kept shifting around as if she were nervous. They couldn't stay still on her side. They would smoothen out her purple sea skirt or move up to readjust her top or twiddle with her hair.

"Keep still," he chided, grabbing one of her hands and pulling it down to their sides. Percy couldn't help but flush at the wrongness of it all, they looked like a couple holding hands.

She cleared her throat. "S-sorry."

Mnemosyne's palace came into view. Poseidon tugged her along to the front doors, where the Titaness materialized into place. Percy was not blind to the way her eyes darted to their conjoined hands before addressing them with a bow.

"Lord Poseidon, Percy, welcome to—"

"—It's Lady Percilla to you, Titan," Poseidon sneered. "I am already growing wary of leaving my daughter under your care, the least you can do is address her properly."

The red haired woman stiffened. "I apologize, my lord and lady."

Things were going downhill fast. Percy clutched her father's hand tighter, trying to alleviate the tension between them.

"It's fine," she reassured, plastering on a bright grin despite how anxious she actually felt. She looked up to her father. "Thanks for dropping me off, daddy."

She tried to slip her hand out of his so she could step into Mnemosyne's palace, but he held on tight. She tugged gently in a silent attempt to tell him to let her go, but nothing happened.

She glanced at Mnemosyne. Then she glanced back at him. He stared back, unflappable despite the awkward atmosphere that had festered.

'Dude, what are you doing?', she tried to ask him with her eyes that were practically screaming for help.

He raised a brow in response, like he was expecting something. Then he slightly turned his head to present his cheek to her. Her face heated up as it slowly dawned on her what he wanted.

'No! Not here!', her eyes widened.

'Yes here,' his eyes practically deadpanned. He tightened his grip in response, leaving no room for protests. 'Do it now.'

Gulping audibly, she reached up on the tips of her toes with Poseidon assisting a little bit by leaning down. The second her soft lips pressed against his cheek, she quickly recoiled back.

"Have fun at your meeting! Bye now!" She nearly shouted, dashing forward. She grabbed Mnemosyne and yanked the shell-shocked goddess into the safety of her home, slamming the door shut behind her.

They waited until Poseidon teleported away to finally speak up.

"...So..." Mnemosyne began, still as a rock. "I see you weren't kidding about the effectiveness of your 'cuteness' strategy."

"...Told you so..." She said with a weak grin.

"But uh," she cleared her throat. "Did you expect it to work this effectively?"

"Absolutely not," Percy shuddered, thinking about how often Poseidon would sleep with her every night. She knew it was wrong. Everything about it was just wrong.

(And she was wrong for liking it so much.)

"He seems to like you quite a lot now," Mnemosyne muttered under her breath. Just a few months ago Poseidon wanted her dead, and now he was holding her hand and demanding cheek kisses from her. Cheek kisses!

But as cute as it was, Mnemosyne knew there was a chance it could slip into dangerous territory.

"Percy, please be careful with him in the future," she pleaded. "Poseidon may no longer want to kill you, but his love can be equally as dangerous as his hate."

She blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." Mnemosyne began delicately, knowing that what she was about to say was considered a huge taboo to humans. "As you know, gods of almost every pantheon see no issues in... er, laying with members of their family."

Percy blanched and quickly put a hand up to stop her. "Okay, okay, okay, I get what you're trying to say. You don't gotta worry about Poseidon doing... um, that to me. I doubt it'll come to it. He sees me as a daughter and only that, I promise you."

She thought back to the nights she spent in his arms and the kisses he would demand from her. He only slept with her because someone told him it was a way to comfort their child when they had nightmares! It was also perfectly normal for kids to be affectionate with their parents. She kissed her mom on the cheek all the time after all! There was nothing wrong with that. It was fine. Perfectly fine.

Besides, Poseidon was new to fatherhood! In his billions of years of existence he had never once sired a child and she was pretty sure the only experience he had with kids was making them cry at the sight of him. Of course he wouldn't know how to act around his first ever daughter.

Mnemosyne looked at her uneasily, her words not offering up much reassurance.

She sighed in defeat. "Alright, Percy, if you're sure about that. But please, if he tries anything on you, you'll tell me, okay?" She may not be able to do much, but she still wanted to give her whatever help she could.

"Okay," the younger girl agreed.

Mnemosyne mustered up a smile. "Good. Now follow me. Humans eat lunch around this time, correct? I've already prepared a meal for us."

She followed her into the Great Hall where a long table was already lavishly set. Despite the fancy furniture, the only food that was on the table was a McDonalds bag and an Oreo McFlurry that made her stomach growl in anticipation.

Her eyes lit up. "You got me McDonalds?!"

"I will never understand you Americans and your obsession with that filthy restaurant," Mnemosyne sighed as she took a seat adjacent to her. Percy was already unwrapping her burger.

"I didn't know they had McDonalds here up in heaven," Percy joked, dipping her french fries in ketchup.

"They have just about everything in Valhalla," Mnemosyne told her. "I'd show you around, but Lord Poseidon strictly ordered me to keep you in my home and nowhere else."

Percy grunted. "I'm just glad he's letting me out of the palace. Can't even explore the city without my dad following me around..."

Mnemosyne stared at her, a pinched look on her face. Since when did Percy start referring to him as her dad? Whatever happened to calling him by name?

"Right..." She trailed off, worried about this sudden change. She decided to change the subject. "There was something I wanted to talk to you about two days ago when you went to Asgard, but I couldn't say anything because the Valkyries were there."

"What is it?" Percy asked, taking another bite of her burger.

"Loki." She said seriously, leaning forward. "How much did you tell him?"

"The general gist, not the details," she replied with a shrug.

"But does he know?" The goddess pressed on. "About your Achilles Heel?"

She shook her head. "No, but..." She swallowed thickly. "He's suspicious. You remember when I first came to your house?"

Mnemosyne nodded.

"Well, after that, I had a bad run-in with Loki. Beelzebub... I don't know, but he somehow managed to control my emotions to make more, um... violent. I didn't realize it at the time, but I felt so angry that I actually attacked Loki—"

"—You did what?" Mnemosyne said sharply.

"It wasn't my fault!" She protested. "It was Beelzebub's! He purposely did that because he wanted to test out Riptide, me and Loki were just his unfortunate test subjects..."

She dipped her head back and groaned, "Ugh, I cannot stand that invasive fly and his crazy experiments! Don't tell me, during the fight, Loki tried to hit you but your Curse prevented you from being harmed?"

Percy winced. "That's exactly what happened, and that's exactly what he asked about two days ago."

"And what did you tell him?" Mnemosyne ran a hand through her hair, clearly stressed out.

"I couldn't lie, he would've known. So I just told him it wasn't any of his business and said I wanted to leave."

Mnemosyne's shoulders slumped. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. But Percy, you can never let him know about the Curse of Achilles okay? Apollo may have been the one to kill the first bearer of that curse in your universe, but Loki is the one who has his eye on you and he has also managed to kill the invulnerable."

Her eyes widened. "He has? Who?"

Mnemosyne closed her eyes, as if the memory was too painful to relive. When she opened them, Percy could see the sadness brimming in them.

"It was Baldur," she spoke quietly, her voice drenched in melancholy. "He was the son of Odin and Frigg; the Aesir god of light, spring, peace, purity, beauty, and joy. He was probably the most well-loved god in all the pantheons. I wish you could've met him, Percy. He was kind and gentle, not at all ruthless like the rest of us were."

There was a wistful smile on her face as she said this.

"But suddenly, he started getting frightening visions of his own death. When he told his mother about it, she traveled through all three realms to exact oaths from every object to assure her son's safety."

Percy couldn't help but interrupt, "Um, how do you get objects to make oaths?"

"That doesn't matter, don't interrupt," she waved her off before going on, "As I was saying, Frigg managed to get oaths from everything to not harm Baldur. Since he was loved by the whole universe it wasn't really that hard. Because of this, Baldur was safe. Divine weapons couldn't touch him, objects bounced off of him. He was completely invulnerable to everything... except mistletoe."

Percy cocked her head back. "Mistletoe?" She echoed incredulously.

She nodded her head, completely serious. "Yes. Mistletoe. During the celebrations, Loki shapeshifted into a hag and approached Frigg to ask her about the party. She told him about Baldur's invulnerability and, when pressed for more, made the fatal mistake of telling him that the one object she didn't get an oath from was mistletoe."

"Why not?" Percy furrowed her brows in confusion.

"She felt it was too small and inconsequential, so she never bothered with it," she answered. "Loki left and snapped off a branch of mistletoe. When he returned to the festivities, he went up to Baldur's blind brother, Hod, god of darkness—"

"—That's kinda funny," Percy chortled, swirling around her Oreo McFlurry. "Get it? He's the god of darkness and he's blind—"

"—Don't make me hit you," Mnemosyne deadpanned.

"Sorry," she quickly said, shoving a spoonful of McFlurry in her mouth to shut up.

"As I was saying, Loki approached Hod. During the party, everyone was throwing objects at Baldur to watch it bounce off, but Hod couldn't, being blind and all. Loki pretended to help him by handing him the branch of mistletoe and setting his aim to Baldur. When Hod threw it, Baldur ended up being impaled. He... he died instantly."

She finally finished, looking down in sadness.

Percy stared at her in disbelief. "...He got one-shotted by a tree branch?"

"Percy!" Mnemosyne swatted her arm. "I just told you a tragic story and that's all you could say?!"

"Sorry, sorry," she muttered. "It's just that, well, Achilles got killed by an arrow sooo—"

"—I will seriously hit you," she threatened.

"You just did!"

"I mean for real. That slap on the arm was nothing."

She pouted. "Okay, I'm sorry."

Mnemosyne rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, I think I heard of that in school," Percy chimed. "Wasn't this, like, a prank gone really wrong or something?"

The goddess' face darkened. "No. Absolutely not. This was no prank, Percy, this was intentional. There were attempts to even resurrect him from Niflehel—it was never going to happen, but we all tried anyway. But Loki thwarted every attempt. If it was simply a prank, why would he be so cruel as to stomp on everyone's hopes?"

"Oh... that's true..." She murmured.

"Loki was jealous of all the love and attention Baldur was getting from the three realms. It was murder, not a prank." She said seriously. "He tried very hard to avoid punishment, even going so far as to turn into salmon to evade everyone."

"Salmon?" Percy sputtered, as if that was the most interesting thing she had heard.

"Yes. Salmon."

"Did my dad catch him?" She asked eagerly.

Mnemosyne frowned. There it was again. Calling Poseidon 'dad' even when he wasn't around to hear it. She pushed these concerns to the back of her head. "No. He could hardly care less about what was going on. Thor was the one who caught him."

"What happened after that?" She asked curiously.

"Loki was punished by being bound to a cave with venom dripping onto his body," Mnemosyne answered with a pleased smile. "The venom wasn't from a god nor is it a divine weapon, so it wouldn't kill him, but it was enough to torture him for a few centuries."

"Centuries?!" Percy gaped.

"He deserved it," Mnemosyne shrugged. "But do you get it now, Percy? Loki is dangerous. The story of Achilles is but a fable told by the humans, so the Apollo here never killed someone blessed with invulnerability. But Loki has."

Percy nodded slowly, but it was obvious that she wasn't understanding the importance of this. "Well yeah, but he did it 'cause of his petty jealousy, right? Loki's not jealous of me and I don't think he ever will be, so I should be mostly fine, right?"

Mnemosyne sucked in a breath. "I'll be honest, Percy... You remind me of Baldur."

"I do?"

She nodded. "Yes. He was by no means a fighter like you, but he was kind and gentle. A very sweet god. The most humane out of all of us. You remind me of an ill-mannered version of him."

Ill-mannered? I'm trying my best here! She inwardly huffed.

"Whether he knows of your mortal spot or not, I worry that he might notice these similarities and well... hurt you like he did with Baldur," Mnemosyne explained.

"I don't think you have to worry," Percy assured her with a smile. "Loki killed him because he was jealous of all the love Baldur got, right? I'm hardly well-loved by anyone here. My own dad's just barely starting to tolerate me," she snorted. "I'll be fine."

"...If you say so," Mnemosyne relented, but her expression was troubled.

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑ ࣭ ⭑

After eating her lunch and finishing dessert, Percy headed off for the bathroom.

Mnemosyne's bathroom was huge. It had an ornate sink and toilet, but instead of a regular bathtub, it was a large pool at the center of the room. It was like she just entered an indoor pool instead of a bathroom.

She was in the middle of washing her hands when someone whispered in her ear.

"Boo~"

Before she could even move, a gloved hand reached out and covered her mouth, pushing her back into a muscular chest. Her eyes darted to the mirror, face paling when she saw Loki's reflection grinning down on her.

Her heart nearly stopped. She wrenched her hand away and hissed, "Dude, how long were you here?! Were you watching me piss?!"

"I'm not into that," he said with a snort. "And I just got here! Why, were you two sharing more juicy secrets?"

She couldn't tell whether he was lying or not, but he seemed too calm—she doubted he'd be this calm if he actually overheard what they were talking about.

With an annoyed groan, she pried herself away from him and turned around, arms crossed. "None of your business. Why are you here anyway?"

"Is it so bad to want to hang out with my dear best friend?" He simpered.

"We are not best friends." That spot was reserved for Grover and only him.

"I sensed you in Olympus so I came here to see how you were doing," he cooed. "Only to find out you're cooped up with that boring goddess. Why are you hanging out with her? What fun is she?"

"I'm not here for fun—"

"—And that's precisely the problem! You may not be a newborn, but you're still young! You've been in this universe for almost half a year now and you've spent it doing nothing! Doesn't that just bore you?"

She gave him an incredulous look. "Dude, I've been trying to survive. Do you not know who I've been living with this whole time? I can't just go around doing whatever I want!"

A sly smile crept over his face. "Poseidon's not here now though, is he?"

Her eyes widened. She took a cautious step back only to bump into the sink. "Loki... don't you dare—"

Loki lunged for her, arms reaching out to grab her and teleport themselves out of here, but Percy managed to jump to the side. There was no way she was going to let him teleport her around again, especially not when Mnemosyne's livelihood was at stake. Poseidon would be furious if he ever found out that she was taken while under her care.

Loki ended up swiping at thin air, and when he turned to the side to face her, she was already brandishing a weapon: a toilet plunger. She was pretty sure gods didn't need to go like humans did (meaning Mnemosyne created all of this solely for her), but she wasn't going to complain about the plunger.

"Ohoh?" He grinned maniacally. "We're gonna fight again?"

She lifted it up, the cup pointed threateningly at him. "I'm not afraid to use this on you."

Rather than summoning his dual-chained hooks, he opted for a toilet brush. "I dare you to try."

They ran at each other and their weapons clashed. Loki must have been holding back; she was pretty sure his toilet brush handle would've snapped by now if he was actually trying to apply full force. Taking advantage of this, she held her plunger with one hand while using the other to grab a bar of soap from the sink to jab into his eye.

"Careful with that!" He chided. "I could've ended up like my uncle!"

Before attacking her again, he snapped his toilet brush over his knee, now wielding two weapons against her sole one.

"This is better," he smiled, then he disappeared in a flash.

He appeared at her side, the brush end aiming at her face. She turned her head to the side before the pointy bristles could poke her eye out. His other weapon went after her back, but she reached behind her to block it in time.

"Is everything okay in there?" She nearly froze when she heard Mnemosyne's voice. She sounded like she was just down the hallway.

"Yeah, everything's fine!" She shouted in reply, kicking back at Loki's knee. She whirled around to block his next attack.

"Why hasn't Mnemosyne sensed you yet?" She asked, suspicious.

"I have my ways," he replied ominously, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, she whacked him, only for the plunger to go through his body as he dissolved into green glitter.

What?

"Over here~" Loki sang, and she whirled around to see him, perfectly fine.

"You conjured up a clone! That's cheating!" She hissed.

He laughed. "What're you gonna do about it—whoa!" He slipped on a small puddle of bathwater she placed underneath his feet.

Quickly, she dashed forward as his body fell onto the floor. She didn't give him a chance to recover, raising the plunger and slamming it down on his face so hard that the marble flooring cracked when the back of his head hit it.

"Percy?" Mnemosyne called out again. She sounded closer now. "What was that?"

"Gods, I'm so clumsy!" She exclaimed, applying more pressure when she felt him struggle. "Sorry, Mnemosyne, I accidentally dropped one of your fancy soap bottles!"

She couldn't hear what she said next because Loki, muffling curses at her, swept his legs at hers, making her drop to the floor with a grunt.

Loki got up, wrenching the plunger off of him. She would've laughed at the vivid red suction mark all over his angry face, until his venomous glare pierced into her.

"I'll get you for that—!" He hissed, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the toilet. She knew all too well what he was going to do next, but unfortunately for him, he was about to become the next Clarisse 2.0.

He threw up the lid and tried to force her head in, but Percy grabbed the edges of the toilet bowl, already manipulating the water in it to rise up. It separated into two streams to swerve around her head and went for Loki instead.

When the water grabbed him, she felt his grip on her go slack and quickly slid under him as he was practically dragged head-first into the toilet.

"No—!" He braced himself against the toilet, trying in vain to prevent his head from going in.

"I got you now, bitch!" She cheered, standing up. She quickly jumped onto the corner of the sink countertop, using it as a springboard as she got ready to stomp Loki's head straight into the toilet—

—Only for her feet to splash into the water as he teleported away into safety.

Her face fell. "Oh come on!"

"Hah!" Loki laughed triumphantly, appearing a few feet in front of her.

She scowled, hopping off the toilet. He came at her again, but she kicked her foot up, manipulating the water to fly off her shoes and splash over his eyes. He recoiled, but came barreling forward anyway. He slammed right into her.

Rather than falling butt-first into the toilet, Percy hit freshly cut grass instead. Up above, she could see the darkening skies.

Uh oh. Loki had done it. She and Mnemosyne were so screwed.

Loki landed on top of her. The two of them were a graceless heap on the ground. She could hear someone approaching them and tensed up, only to go lax when she saw the elderly face of Zeus above her.

"Loki! Percy!" Zeus croaked, his saggy face splitting into a joyous grin. "You two are late to my party!"

"Huh?" Percy said dumbly.

She craned her neck around. Loki had teleported them straight into Zeus' garden party. She could see a bunch of gods—mostly wasted on Dionysus' wine—dancing and having a merry time while some stared curiously at her and Loki.

"Better late than never," Loki chimed, already getting off of her. He offered a hand, but there was no way she was going to take it. Scowling at him, she got up on her own.

Zeus squinted at him. "What happened to your face?" The suction mark was still on him.

"Ugh, you can blame your rabid niece for that," Loki glared her way. "She attacked me with a plunger!"

"Pfft. Sure she did!" Zeus laughed. "Just like how she 'attacked you' back then too, huh? Haha!"

"Wha—she did! She was the one who started this fight just like last time!" He accused, stomping his foot and pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Loki, my niece is just a baby!" Zeus exclaimed, amused. "She can't fight. She hardly knows her ABCs!"

"I actually do know them now," Percy pretended to brag, if only to taunt Loki further. "And I know how to count to ten in English and Ancient Greek!"

"Oooh, that's wonderful, Percy!" He clapped at her achievements.

Percy suppressed the urge to laugh alongside him when she saw the look of outrage on Loki's face. Served him right.

"Father," a man stepped next to them. He had smoothly combed dark hair and red tattoos around his eyes. He was dressed like a butler, but Percy could feel that he was radiating with divine power. "More guests, I take it?"

"Hermes, meet your newest cousin, Percy!" Zeus introduced them.

Her eyes widened. "Y-you're Hermes?"

There were so many questions she wanted to ask. Why was he cosplaying as Sebastian from Black Butler? What happened to his tracksuits? What conditioner did he use?

He bowed, a refined and polite act that was so unlike the Hermes she knew that it left her gaping at him like an idiot. "I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you, Percilla."

"Uh, yeah, same," she responded dumbly.

"I'm surprised your father allowed you to attend one of my father's parties. They get rather... rowdy later on. Did he come with you?" He asked curiously.

"No... Actually, about that, I'm not supposed to be here, so can you please—"

"—Ohhhh, I see, I see," Zeus nodded knowingly. "Sneaking out to attend a big party! I'm impressed! I never would've thought you'd hit your rebellious stage this soon!"

"What? No, no, no. It's not like that. My dad left me at Lady Mnemosyne's house so I need to—"

"—Oh don't worry," Zeus winked. "If my brother asks, I'll cover for you."

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! She wanted to shout, but he was already ambling off to get another drink with Hermes following dutifully after giving her one last polite bow.

She whirled around to glare at Loki, the cause of this whole mess.

"Send me back. Now."

He harrumphed. "Hell no."

"You're such a little piss-baby!" She hissed. "Send me back, Loki!"

He pretended to think. "Hmmm, how about no?"

"Are you going through mood swings or something?! One second, you were more than happy to kidnap me, but now you're all sulky—"

"—Why do you think that is? You tried to dump my head in a toilet!"

"You tried to do it to me first!"

"That doesn't matter!"

If she wasn't surrounded by so many gods right now, she would've strangled him. "You know what, if you're gonna act like a hypocritical brat, then I'll ditch you and find someone else to send me back!"

His eyes widened, and she swore she saw almost a hint of panic, before that angry look returned. "Fine!" He spat.

"Fine!"

She stormed away, already scanning the crowds for a familiar face. There was no way Beelzebub would be here. He'd probably get constipation from the amount of people here. Hades? If he were here and he saw her, he'd definitely tell her dad all about it, so he was a big no. Maybe Heracles or—

She bumped into someone.

"Sorry," she quickly apologized. She looked up to see who it was. He was probably the most casually dressed god she had ever seen; donning on a loose tank top with a robe tied around his waist. His light hair was pinned up in a neat hairdo, but no offense to him, it looked more like he had a giant onion resting on his head.

"It's fine," Onion-head said, sounding not at all drunk, but still chill. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hold up... You're Poseidon's kid, aren't you?"

She gulped. "Um, yes. Why?"

He tilted his head. "...Huh. You're not what I was expecting."

"Is that bad, or...?"

"Good. Very, very good. Don't be like your dad. One Poseidon's bad enough," he snorted. "I'm Buddha, by the way."

"Buddha?" She sputtered in disbelief. She thought back to all those mini Buddha statues she had seen in some of her friends' houses and he looked nothing like them.

"Yep," he casually stuck a blue lollipop into his mouth. "What're you doing here? Aren't you a little too young to be attending one of Zeus' parties?"

"Loki kidnapped me," she said. "Can you... um, well, is it possible for you to send me back to Lady Mnemosyne's house? I'm supposed to be staying with her."

He shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know where she lives. But if I were you, I'd get outta here when it gets dark," he advised her. "Zeus' parties get... well, let's just say it's not something kids like you should see."

She furrowed her brows. What was that supposed to mean?

"Anyway, here, have some candy," he handed her a blue lollipop.

"Uh, thanks?" Her mom always told her to never accept candy from a stranger, but he seemed like a nice dude. She took it out of the wrapper and popped it into her mouth, relishing the artificial blueberry taste.

"Hope you find someone who can send you back, Percy, but if you can't then you should really just leave the palace before it gets dark." He ruffled her hair before walking past her. "I'll see ya later, kid!"

She blinked as he disappeared into the crowd. "Bye...?"

Weird encounter, but she was just glad she hadn't bumped into a more volatile god (like her dad).

Before she could resume her search, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Holy shit! Is that you, Percy?!" An excited voice shouted, before a pair of large arms lifted her up and threw her up into the air. The person caught her before setting her down.

She turned around and her face lit up. "Shiva!"

"Hey!" He laughed. "I didn't expect to see you here! Did your dad come with you or something?"

"He doesn't know I'm here," she explained tiresomely.

"Lemme guess, Loki again?"

She nodded.

"Ah, that guy's always causing trouble. I think I saw him sulking around here though, want me to beat him up for you?" He grinned, clearly liking that idea as he pounded his four fists together.

"Um, no thanks. I just need to find a way back to Lady Mnemosyne. My dad dropped me off at her palace."

"Oh!" He was pleasantly surprised. "He's actually letting you out on playdates now? That's a miracle! Maybe I can schedule one between you and Ganesha..."

Percy could feel her face burn with embarrassment at the idea of her going on 'playdates' like she was a little kid again, but didn't bother to correct him. In everyone's eyes, she was just a baby.

"Oh my, is that dearest Percilla?" A sweet voice cooed, followed by the familiar sensation of her head going all fuzzy.

Aphrodite slid in-between them, somehow dressed more provocative than the last time she had seen her. The front of her dress were practically just straps that barely covered her breasts and the fabric was a nearly transparent pink. Everything could be seen.

Percy's eyes bugged out when she saw her and she quickly looked away, blushing furiously.

Aphrodite giggled. "Oh, you're so shy! How cute!"

"Ah, give her a break, Dite, she's just a kid," Shiva chuckled. He didn't seem surprised by her choice of attire.

"By the way, Shiva dear, one of your wives needs you," the blonde motioned behind her. "Someone spilled their wine on Durga's skirt. Parvati and Kali are currently trying to hold her back."

"Shit," Shiva cursed. "I need to go! I'll see ya later, Percy! Don't stay here too long, alright? Come find me if you wanna leave, you and Ganesha can have a sleepover!"

His voice grew more distant the further he went.

Percy swallowed thickly. And now she was alone with Aphrodite.

Well... Aphrodite and her manservants that were holding up her breasts. She still couldn't believe that was an actual job...

"Soooo~" Aphrodite twirled her perfect blonde hair. "Things have certainly changed since the last time I saw you. How interesting!"

"What do you mean?" She asked anxiously, remembering their last conversation. Bianca. Ethan. Rachel. Calypso. Anthonius.

"It seems like you've added more hearts to your growing collection," she gushed. "How exciting! So young and yet you're moving so quickly! I would've thought you were my daughter had it not been for the sea's obvious claim over you."

Huh? More hearts to her growing collection? What did she mean by that?

Suddenly, her voice fell into a seductive purr. Percy tensed up when Aphrodite cupped her chin, tilting her head up. Aphrodite lowered her head, almost like she was about to kiss her before moving past her lips to her ear.

"But you know," she purred. "If Poseidon fails to satisfy your needs, I will be more than happy to step in. As a lover or a parent, maybe even both~ Whatever you want, my dearest Percilla."

Percy was so shocked that when her jaw dropped, the lollipop Buddha gave her fell to the ground.

She quickly recoiled away from her and bent down to pick up the dirty thing. "I'm gonna throw this away!" She blurted out before hightailing it out of there.

She dove into the first crowd she could find, hoping to disappear from the meddling goddess' sight (and to also find a trash can). Once she was sure she lost her, she tried to find someplace to throw away her candy, but it looked like gods just used magic to get rid of their trash instead of throwing it away, so she tossed it into a lit-up brazier instead.

She didn't know how long she had been here, hopelessly wandering around while everyone else partied, but it soon started to grow dark and some guests started to leave. At first, she thought the party was over but she remembered the warnings Hermes, Buddha, and Shiva gave her. Apparently, something usually happened when it got dark—something she wasn't allowed to see.

It didn't take her that long to figure it out. Zeus', using a fancy looking horn as if it was a speakerphone, yelled out, "IT'S ORGY TIIIIIIMEEEE!"

Percy blanked out. "Huh."

The remaining guests broke into loud, raucous cheers. Zeus' body suddenly transformed. He was no longer a frail old man, but decades younger. His goatee was gone, his balding grey hair was blonde and fuller, and his body was massive, probably towering over his elder brothers even.

"What the fuck?" She sputtered in disbelief, her voice barely heard from the deafening cheers of the partygoers.

Without hesitation, the newly de-aged Zeus ripped off his flimsy chiton and tossed it to Hermes, who looked the calmest out of everyone here. Percy gagged in disgust when she saw Zeus' full-frontal body on display, only to pale when she realized that everyone else was following suit.

"Oh no," she whispered as people tore off their own clothes, already jumping at each other's bones. Now she understood why she was told to leave before dark. "Ohhh no, oh no, oh no."

She hastily covered her eyes, now wandering around blindly as the sound of lustful moans echoed in her ears. She scrambled for the exit, bumping into nude bodies and squeaking out apologies to them.

"Sorry! Excuse me! Sorry!"

Amongst all the moans and screams of pleasure, she heard Aphrodite's crooning voice, "Percy~! Come join us!"

"I-I left the oven on! Gotta hurry back home!" She lied.

"But Percy! You're—nnnghh, ahhh~! You're missing out~!"

"The palace might burn down! Sorry!" She yelled back, forgetting the fact that she lived underwater. Which made it pretty impossible to set fire to.

She scrambled away faster, palms pressed tightly against her eyes to avoid witnessing anything she wasn't supposed to. Where was the exit?! Where the hell was Shiva?! Hell, she'd even take Loki!

A pair of hands grasped her shoulders, nearly making her jump.

"Percy!" The voice of a familiar woman said, aghast. "Gods, what are you doing here?!"

"Auntie Persephone?!" She exclaimed in shock. "What are you doing here?!"

"My mother was the one who told Hera about Zeus hosting another one of his wild parties. She dragged me along to watch Hera... ah, actually, don't worry about it. Let us get you out of here. Things are about to get rather... violent soon."

Percy kept her eyes closed as Persephone guided her away. The moment they stepped into the palace, she could hear Hera's roaring voice, "ZEEEEEEUUUUUS!"

She and Persephone winced.

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Once they were finally inside, Percy uncovered her eyes. She could hear the sounds of terrified shrieking outside, glad that she managed to make it out to avoid Hera's wrath.

"Thanks," she sighed in relief. "I didn't mean to be there. I was supposed to be at Lady Mnemosyne's place, but Loki kidnapped me and took me here. I didn't even know that, uh, orgies were a common thing at our uncle's parties."

"It's a good thing I got you out of there in time," Persephone said seriously. "Gods get very drunk during those parties. Drunk enough to not care about who your father is."

She shuddered. "R-right. Thank you again."

Persephone guided her until they were out of Zeus' massive palace. They were far enough that the screams couldn't be heard either, which was good for Percy's ears.

"You said you were at Lady Mnemosyne's home?" Persephone suddenly spoke up. "I will walk you there. I know where it is."

She lit up. "Really?! Oh thank you! Do you know if my dad's returned from his meeting? He said it was gonna be late, but..."

"It should still be going on. Worry not, you'll get there in time and I won't inform him of where I found you," Persephone sent her a kind smile.

She could finally feel her shoulders relax. She was so glad Persephone found her.

They walked in quiet serenity, but about five minutes in, Percy started to smell something very sweet and strong. She sniffed around, and realized it was coming from Persephone. Or more specifically, the new flowers that were blooming into her hair.

"Those are new flowers," she commented. "I've never seen them before."

Persephone smiled widely. There was almost something sharp about it. "Yes. These are my newest creations. I've been working on them for quite a while. Do you like them?"

"It's really sweet," she said, feeling... off. "Like... really... really sweet..."

Was it just her or did the temperature suddenly go up?

Percy stopped walking. Her whole body felt like it was burning.

Persephone tilted her head innocently. "Are you alright, Percy?" She sounded sincere, but she was smiling as she said it.

Realization started to dawn on her. "Wait... i-if you knew where Lady Mnemsoyne lived... why didn't you just teleport me there?"

The goddess ignored her question and placed a delicate hand over her forehead. "Oh my. You're burning up! I'll have to call for help."

"Wa... wait..." Her whole body was hot, but it was especially worse between her legs. She could feel her face flush in embarrassment. What did she do her?!

"Don't you worry, Percy," Persephone cooed, already scrolling through her phone. "My husband will take good care of you."

At that point, she could barely hear her anymore. Her legs grew too wobbly. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground while Persephone spoke frantically to Hades who sounded just as panicked.

Not even a second later, and the King of Helheim was at the scene. The sweet aroma seemed to intensify at his arrival.

"Oh, gods, Percy!" Hades knelt down beside her. "What happened to you?"

Percy slowly lifted her head to stare at him, not able to speak. Just the sight of him made things worse. Her eyes roamed his face; the sharpness of cheekbones, his strong and defined jawline, and his plush lips. She felt like a person dying of thirst staring at an oasis.

Hades frowned at her lack of response and gingerly reached out to cup her cheek. "Her pupils are all dilated... What exactly hap—" He suddenly froze and took a huge whiff of the air. "...What is that smell?"

The aroma intensified even more. Percy whimpered, the sound making Hades feel all hot.

Persephone remained silent.

He rose to his feet, but was noticeably unsteady now. "Persephone," his voice was hard. "What did you do?"

"Whatever do you mean, my lord?" She replied loftily. "She looks quite unwell. You should take her back home and take care of her."

Hades glared at her in frustration, but he knew she was right. Ignoring his burning body, he gently pulled Percy up to her feet and teleported them to Helheim.

They ended up in the living room where Hades tried to deposit her on the chaise lounge, but the temptation to do more grew with every step he made. Her body was practically pressed against his. He dared to steal a glance down, eyes zeroing in on the way her breasts squished deliciously against his arm, the flush of her cheeks, and the need in her eyes.

He fought the urge to drop to his knees in worship.

"Sit down," he whispered, trying to guide her to the chaise. "I'll have one of the lampads look after you."

"No...!" She hugged his arm tighter. "Please don't go."

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep the desire at bay. "Little one, I can't. I might..." He shook his head. "Please, just sit down and wait a bit."

But she shook her head stubbornly. At this point, another wave of heat struck him. Sweat beaded down his face. His free hand shakily yanked at the front of his shirt, the buttons popping out as he ripped through it with ease. It was just too hot.

He could see Percy's eyes trailing over the exposed skin of his chest before gulping and squeezing her legs together. The obvious arousal she felt was going to make him snap.

"Uncle," she breathed out, her voice full of desire. "I... I can't..." Her hand wandered down to the edge of her skirt, like she wanted to pull it down.

Hades let out a groan full of need. He fell back onto the chaise lounge, pulling her down onto his lap. She wasn't even bothered, fingers trailing delicately over his abs.

"Gods, Percy...!" He groaned again, feeling his hardened cock throb against her. He could feel her wet heat against his groin, nails digging into the fragile skin on her bare waist. He suppressed the urge to start bucking into her like a wild animal.

"We can't do this," he managed to say. "We.. we..." The front of her body pressed against his. He could feel her nuzzle into the crook of his neck, letting out a heavy sigh that made him shiver. He threw his head back and moaned; just the sensation of her breath on his skin was enough to make him go crazy.

He couldn't help it anymore. He tightened his grip on her waist and drove his hips upwards. Percy's back straightened up, the action almost making her vision go white. There was something big prodding against her soaked underwear and when she felt him drive it hard against her core she let out a shocked moan.

Her brain was hazy, but her body worked in autodrive. Her hands, shaking excitedly, began undoing the front of his pants, but Hades was too impatient. He grabbed her and drove against her again and again, each thrust making her see stars. They were both still clothed, but she could feel his large cock stimulating her clit with every move he made.

Her body went limp against his, eyes rolled to the back of her head and delirious moans spilling from her lips. Her legs tightened around his waist, a desperate plea for more.

"W... we shouldn't be doing this... We're under the influence of... of..." He tried to say, but despite that, he was in too much hazy pleasure to even care.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands slipping from her waist and into the slits of her skirt, traveling down until he was cupping her ass through her skirt. One finger inched dangerously close to the wet spot in her underwear.

"You are wet," he growled, full of desire. "Do you like this, my niece? Do you like that we've been reduced to lust-filled animals?

"Uh huh...!" She moaned out shamelessly. "Uncle—y-you're so big...! Please—! Wan' more, please, please, haaah...!"

"Naughty girl," he murmured throatily, grabbing her by the back of host head and pressing his lips against hers. Despite his rough ministrations, his kiss was actually... gentle. There was desperation in it, but he was filled with so much passion; he didn't want to ruin this.

He pressed hot kisses against her lips before gently parting them open for his tongue to breach through. Her tongue eagerly sought his out. Together their tongues pushed and slithered around one another all while their hips moved in wild abandon.

He pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses against the side of her throat.

"You are impossible to resist." He licked at the shell of ear. He could feel a growing wet spot on the front of his pants now, either from her pussy or from his leaking cock. He didn't care, he just wanted more.

"Uncle..." She whimpered. She was so hot she felt like she could explode. "Hurts now...!"

"Where does it hurt, my love?" He crooned.

"D-down... there..." She nearly wept.

"Does this feel better?" He hummed, tearing her panties apart with his hands and leaving her pussy—while covered by her skirt—now bare against his large bulge in his pants. He slammed her down on his cock, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The feeling of his cock bumping into her clit was much more stimulating now. She let out a series of incoherent moans, only for Hades to kiss her again, more needy this time. She could hear him moan and groan against her lips, his kiss sloppy compared to the first time.

"You're m-making such a mess all over me," he rasped, barely able to speak. "Want to... hnngh, want to take you. Want to fill you up. Percy... haaah... I need you desperately...!"

He wanted nothing more than to shove his pants down and rub his aching cock against her folds, but he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself. There was no way he would be able to stop himself from taking her completely.

"A-ah, hah, uncle Hades...!" She whimpered, clutching his shoulders tighter. "I feel—! F-feel...!"

"Oh darling," he grunted, feeling his cock ache with need. He understood what she was trying to convey. "You're going to cum, Percy."

"Please~!" She begged him, nearly in tears. "Please, please, help me...!"

Gods he didn't think he would ever forget the sound of her begging for him like that. "I've got you, darling," he pressed a loving kiss on her sweaty temple. "I've got you. Just cum, I've got you."

He moved his hips and bounced her on his lap faster, relishing in the frantic, "Ah~ a-aah haah~ ah~" moans leaving her lips.

"T-think I'm gonna cum," she whined, tears slipping down her eyes. He kissed them before they could reach her chin.

"Do it," he whispered tantalizingly, sucking at her throat. "I want you to come undone on my lap."

She mewled against his neck and suddenly it was like all the sensations hit her at once. She stiffened, body trembling when she felt her orgasm rock her to her very core. She did it. She actually came.

A pleased rumble could be heard from Hades' throat when he felt her gush all over him.

"My Percilla, you're beautiful," he breathed out, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close just as he finally came in his pants. He pushed her prone form down, grounding his cock against hers as his cock filled the inside of his pants with his own seed—seed he wished he could've poured into her instead.

When he finally stopped, his body finally went lax on the chaise.

"Oh..." She whimpered weakly. "Oh gods..."

"Shhh," Hades cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly on the lips. When he pulled away, Percy leaned in for one more.

"No, little one," he smiled apologetically, shaking his head. "We need to rest. We are still under the effects of whatever aphrodisiac Persephone exposed us to."

"...Still hot," she whined, shimmying her hips slightly. She could see his Adam's apple bob at the friction she created.

"You'll feel better soon," he promised, kissing her forehead.

She didn't know if it was something he did, but she was out like a light.

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Percy woke up laying atop of her uncle's chest. She could feel one arm wrapped securely around her back as he slept underneath her. His shirt remained unbuttoned, the side of her face pressed against his bare skin. As she slowly sat up, she could see that the front of his pants were still undone too, as if he fell asleep right after she did.

She gulped, feeling her face heat up when she saw just how big he was under those pants. Not to mention what the two of them had done...

Oh gods, she thought, feeling dizzy. I lost my first kiss to my uncle. I even humped him like a horny teenager!

Persephone had... done something to them. She didn't know what exactly, but she knew it had something to do with those flowers she grew on her hair. She had grown hot with need, and so had Hades. They could barely keep their hands off of each other and they had almost...

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her heartbeat speed up.

"You're awake," a velvety voice murmured. She looked down and locked eyes with Hades. Her body felt frozen.

Slowly, he sat up, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her still.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, voice husky from the nap.

"...More aware..." She answered hesitantly. "About... about what happened... I am so sorry."

He frowned, looking almost hurt. "Do you regret it?"

"Huh?"

"About what we did. Do you regret it?"

Her mouth ran dry. "I..."

He leaned forward and kissed her. Her heart jumped. But rather than pushing him away, she didn't move. Even when he tilted her head back and prodded her mouth for access. She should've stopped. Should've pushed him away. Her mind was in perfect clarity now, she could control herself... but she parted her lips and let his tongue slide in to stroke hers.

His large hand snaked around the back of her head, pressing her harder against him. His other hand wrapped around her waist, caressing her bare skin. They pulled back slightly for air, only to collide once more. She sighed against his lips, hands trailing shyly down his strong arms, feeling and admiring the muscle underneath his blazer.

"This is wrong," she tried to say in-between kisses, her voice small and feeble. It was obvious her stance was weak.

He pulled away, stopping the kiss at last. There was a knowing look in his eyes as he gazed back at her, letting his forehead rest against hers.

"It's okay," he assured her lovingly. "I didn't regret it either."

She could feel her chest clench at his words, but before she could say anything, Hades suddenly froze, his eyes widening in horror.

"Your father is here." He whispered.

She felt like throwing up. No. Anyone but him.

Quickly, she scrambled off of him and let him rise to his feet. Hastily, he ran a hand over himself and fixed up his appearance, making sure to help Percy's with hers too. Just as he finished with her hair, Poseidon burst into the living room.

"Percilla," he breathed out. His usually stoic exterior looked like it was slowly chipping away now.

"D-d-daddy!" She squeaked, taking a giant step away from Hades to create a decent distance between them. "What, um, what are you doing here?"

"I was the one who called him while you were asleep. It... slipped my mind," Hades explained, shooting her a guilty look.

Poseidon frowned. "You are never this scatter-brained, Hades. What exactly happened here?" He demanded.

Percy gulped.

"Loki and his mischief happened, brother," Hades explained. "He took Percy from Lady Mnemosyne's home."

Poseidon looked murderous. "That damned Titan..."

"Daddy, please, it's not her fault," she pleaded.

"She was supposed to be watching over you," he snapped. "And she failed and let you get taken by that annoying god. What did he do to you?"

"Uh..."

"He took her to one of—of..." Hades uncharacteristically stumbled over his words, his eyes drawn to certain pieces of ripped up blue fabric on the ground, right next to his feet: the tattered remains of Percy's panties that he had ripped off of her.

Poseidon frowned, but he hadn't noticed the underwear yet. Neither had Percy. Swiftly, Hades allowed the shadows to swallow it up as he spoke to keep his brother distracted, "To one of Zeus' parties," he answered, clearing his throat.

Poseidon's eyes widened. "Zeus'—?" He cut himself off, immediately looking her over for any signs of harm. "Did anyone touch you? Do not lie to me, Percilla."

"No, no! I'm okay!" She reassured him. She would've felt all nice and fuzzy at the sight of him caring about her so obviously, but she was too busy freaking out. "I got out in time! Actually, um... Persephone found me, and..."

"And Percy fell sick," Hades supplied. "She called me and I took her here so she could be tended to."

(Oh she sure was tended to alright.)

"Sick?" Poseidon echoed. He tried to sound collected, but the worry was beginning to show through. "With the plague?"

Percy looked baffled, but then she remembered that she was dealing with gods who could never get sick. Of course he would assume the worst instead of something simple, like a cold.

Hades chuckled. "Definitely not. It was just a simple ailment. She feels much better now, don't you Percy?" He turned to her, eyes shining with mirth.

She tried not to flush at the suggestiveness of his tone as she nodded to her father. "Yeah. I'm okay now."

She could see Poseidon's shoulders relax just a fraction of an inch. "I see. We shall return immediately then. I'll have one of my nymphs look you over to see if you need any healing."

"Of course," Hades nodded in understanding. He smiled at Percy and brought her into a hug. "This will be our little secret," he whispered, low enough for only her to hear.

She shivered and pulled away, smiling nervously. Tensely, she walked to her father's side and felt him clasp her hand tightly, like he didn't want to ever let her go after this.

"Goodbye, brother," Hades waved, then smiled at her. "Percy."

She gulped audibly, remembering the pleasurable high he brought her to. "Bye, Uncle Hades."

She could feel Poseidon tighten his grip around her hand before he teleported them away.

— author's note —

Every time I type "Baldur" I'm reminded by the fact that I have yet to finish Baldur's Gate 🫠 Forgive me, Astarion...

BUT ANYWAY!!! You know how in the books, Percy got kissed by Annabeth in The Battle of the Labyrinth and Rachel in The Last Olympian (I can't remember if it was a lip kiss tho)?? THAT NEVER HAPPENED HERE! Those were only cheek kisses hehe, meaning UNCLE HADES WAS PERCY'S FIRST KISS 😍

Fanart from littlepotaaatosimp of Poseidon's children: her, percy, and tyson!!! And a percy picrew!!:

Here's a picrew from 00rose-mary00!! (they gave it to me as a screenshot):

PERCY AND MY OTHER OC MIZUHIME FROM MY JJK FIC BY naoyaofficialmommy:

Aaaaand a percy sim made by altaircc!!!: