A certain scene in the beginning of the chapter was inspired by the second chapter of the wmmap ao3 fanfic "feather down and flower crowns" by whomademeadegenerate!

WARNING: Some NSFW scenes. First one is a very brief noncon (not Percy), the other is just a solo smut scene.

PERCY COULDN'T BELIEVE HOW STUPID this universe's Apollo was. Sure the Apollo back home was a bit goofy and lackadaisical, but he wasn't dumb to the point of suicide.

"You dare to show your face around here after what you did yesterday?" Beside her, her father's voice boomed throughout the throne room.

Percy sat next to him, in her own newly made throne. The people her father hired (or ordered, more like) to make her throne had done their best job. Her throne complemented her father's quiet nicely. Similarly to his, the back of her throne was the inside of a massive abalone shell with the same pearlescent colors of blue, green, purple, gold (just lighter shades than his) and instead of black, there was white. While her father had strings of black pearls, she had white. And while both thrones had large pieces of coral, hers were softer with less jagged edges. The only thing missing were the sentient tentacles underneath, though she requested not to have them.

Apollo's desperate voice drew her away from admiring her throne:

"Lord Uncle, I beseech you!" He cried out dramatically. "Please! I meant no offense in my actions the previous day! I only wish to marry your daughter!"

"You meant to force yourself on her, is what you mean," Poseidon sneered. "My sweet daughter granted you mercy even after that, and you foolishly came here to test my patience again."

"I apologize fervently for my actions, Lord Uncle. I couldn't help myself; I was merely taken aback by your daughter's beauty! Surely you could understand...?" He gave him a hopeful look.

Poseidon leaned back on his throne, humming coldly. "My daughter is beautiful," he agreed, sighing as his eyes traveled to his side where she sat, appreciating her.

Percy tried not to fidget on the spot. The way they spoke as if she wasn't in the room with them didn't sit right with her, but she kept her mouth shut because at least she was aware of the tense atmosphere in the waters. Apollo, however, didn't seem to sense that.

"Very, very beautiful," Poseidon went on, reaching out to grasp her hand. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles soothingly, as if sensing her discomfort. "She is perfect, isn't she?" He asked the other god, expressionless but radiating with pride. "My lovely child."

Apollo nodded eagerly.

"And you honestly believe someone like you deserves her?" Poseidon asked, his voice sharp. "That I should hand over my perfect daughter to you?"

"Um... yes? Please?" Apollo replied meekly.

She and Poseidon exchanged a look as if they were simultaneously thinking, 'good gods, he's an idiot'.

"I'm going to kill him," he muttered to her.

"At least give him a few seconds to run," she winced.

Apollo definitely overheard that because now he upped his begging to even more pathetic levels than what they thought was possible.

"You've known me since I was a baby! You know I'd never treat your daughter with disrespect!"

Poseidon regarded him with cold, deadpanning eyes. "It is because I've known you since you were a baby that I would never trust any of my little brother's bastard spawns with my daughter, especially you, who currently has a harem of whores living in that shitty island of yours. Do you take me for a fool, Apollo?"

Apollo's golden eyes widened at the mention of his apparent harem, either because he had forgotten he had one or because he didn't expect Poseidon to know about it.

Having enough of the conversation, Poseidon finally released his daughter's hand and rose to his fins, summoning his trident.

"W-w-wait!" Apollo practically shrieked. "Please don't kill me! Pretty please, Lord Uncle?!" He whimpered, hands pressed together and bottom golden lip jutting out.

Percy couldn't believe what she was seeing. Apollo was not only begging for his life, but he was also trying to act cute in order to achieve it. It was like a slap to the face. A dawning sense of realization that was unwelcomed to her.

Was this what she looked like to everyone else all those times she acted cutesy to appeal to Poseidon? Did she look this pathetic? This cringe-worthy?

She could feel herself sink into her throne, covering her face in shame.

Is this really me? She wondered to herself in despair. Is this really who I've become?

Oh how the mighty have fallen indeed. The Savior of Olympus... now a cringy daddy's girl.

"Disgusting worm," Poseidon spat. He thrust his trident out and blasted Apollo out of the throne room without mercy. She had no idea where he had sent him, but there was a trail of ichor that clouded the room once the god was gone.

Percy blinked. "Uh, where...?"

"I made sure he left the sea," Poseidon replied, still disgruntled as he sat back down on his throne.

"You meant what you said though, right?" She asked wearily. "You're not gonna make me marry that weirdo?"

He scoffed, as if she had offended him with her question. "Of course not. No god is worthy enough for you, especially not one of my brother's broods."

She relaxed on her throne. "Thank you... father."

The water went still, before darkening and becoming concerningly cold.

She stared at him nervously. His face was stony. She gulped. No way. Did he not like it when she called him 'father'? But he was the one who told her to refer to him as that when they first met! Didn't he want her to behave more properly? Surely he wanted her to grow out of the childish mannerisms she had forced upon herself, right?

The silence went on longer and the seas became colder.

Nooooo! She wailed. I don't wanna keep calling you 'daddy' for the rest of my time here! Apollo's pitiful display of begging helped her realize how pathetic she looked trying to act like a cute little daddy's girl, and she was determined to fix whatever was left of her reputation!

"Um... dad?" She tried again.

That only worsened his mood. His head lowered, covered by a shadow as the water became even icier. She could see cracks appearing on the throne from his hard grip.

"......Daddy?"

Right away, the atmosphere returned to normal. The water turned clearer and the temperature became more bearable. Poseidon looked up, blank-faced but clearly more relaxed than before.

"There's no need to thank me. No god in their right mind would allow their precious daughter to marry someone like Apollo."

Percy nodded along as if she was listening, but inwardly she was crying at the fact that her cringy 'uwu please don't kill me, daddy' act had worked so well on Poseidon that the thought of her trying to behave like a 'proper mature young lady' revolted him now. Does he expect me to be like this for the rest of my life?! She wailed.

Dinner came soon after that meeting, but it was obvious that Poseidon was still troubled by Apollo's arrival. He kept muttering under his breath, stabbing his fork into his food as if he was picturing a certain god instead.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, having watched him mutilate his Beef Wellington for the past five minutes.

"Become a virgin goddess." Poseidon demanded.

She nearly choked on her soup.

"Initially I assumed no one would be foolish enough to ask me for your hand in marriage, but Apollo proved me wrong." He spoke up. "There is a chance other gods will follow in his footsteps, as stupid as they are. They will attempt to tarnish you. Once you ascend, take a vow of virginity so you may remain by my side without any annoying pests trying to get in our way."

"Um... no thank you?" She replied. "That's, uh, kind of extreme."

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me there's already a god you wish to marry."

"What-? No, no! I don't wanna marry anyone, but I don't wanna remain a virgin either!" She didn't even want to become a goddess in the first place! "Daddy, this was just one little incident. I doubt it'll happen with anyone else. Apollo's just... arrogant. And delusional, to be honest. Nobody else is stupid enough to ask for my hand in marriage because they're too scared of you!"

Poseidon remained quiet for a few seconds, but she wasn't blind to the way his body slowly began to go lax as he mulled over her words.

"...Apollo does seem to have reached a level of suicidal idiocy that most fools haven't even breached," he murmured in agreement. "Hmmm. Fine. I will let this go for now."

Percy beamed and resumed eating. Poseidon did so as well, but despite what he said, Apollo's antics still weighed heavy on his mind.

His daughter was beautiful and perfect in every way. She was bound to gain admirers-a thought that made him flood the coast of Turkey and Greece. While he knew a majority of them wouldn't dare to get any closer to her in fear of him, just the idea of anyone wanting her gave him the violent urge to kill every man in all the three realms.

It was normal for daughters to be married off once they were developed enough. Zeus handed Persephone off to Hades and Hebe to Heracles, and other fathers were no different. Marriage was the only use daughters had, after all. Goddesses who refused marriage and an eternity of maidenhood usually ended up violated by another god and forced to marry them to avoid shame.

He, as the father of a girl, ought to do the right thing and marry her off.

But he didn't want to.

Oh the irony. He, who had once sneered at Hades' protectiveness over his daughters and his refusal to let them marry-something that had tested even Rhea's patience-now felt the same about his own. Now he understood Hades' insistence that daughters were precious and had to be protected at all costs.

Percy was his daughter. She didn't need anyone else but him. How dare anyone assume otherwise?

His daughter's happy "Oh!" pulled him away from his dark thoughts. He looked up to see her grinning down at her phone, which she wasn't supposed to be using during mealtimes. He gave her a displeased look, but even that softened when her happy expression turned his way.

"Göll's asking if I can have a sleepover at Asgard tomorrow night! Can I go? Pleeeeaaase?" She pleaded.

"A 'sleepover'?" He blinked. The word was foreign to him. Was that even a word or just another one of her infant terminology?

"Yeah, like..." She paused. "You know. A sleepover. Sleeping over?"

She wanted to stay in Asgard overnight.

He frowned. "Absolutely not."

"But-"

"-Why do you wish to be with her?" He sneered.

Percy blinked, taken aback by the clear disdain laced in his voice. But she barreled on, "Göll is my friend. I just wanna hang out with her."

He scoffed. "You do not need friends. My answer is no. Loki is there and I do not trust Odin to keep him in check."

She pouted, lips all pink and pretty that Poseidon could hardly look away. Quickly, she rose from her chair and swam over to her side, grasping his arm and shaking him slightly.

"I'll behave and avoid Loki, I promise! So please let me go! Pretty please?" She begged. It wasn't any different than what Apollo had done, but Poseidon actually started to cave.

"Percilla-"

"-Please, daddy? Please?"

He let out a heavy sigh. "...Fine. But the second Loki appears, you are to pray to me immediately-"

"-Yes!" She cheered, smooching him on the cheek before rushing back to her seat to excitedly text Göll the news. She couldn't wait for tomorrow night. As much as she loved it down here in Atlantis, she really didn't want to stay stuck in the palace forever.

Wait, she realized. Shit! I just copied Apollo! Urgh! Yuck!

(At least it actually worked for her though...)

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When the time for the sleepover came, Percy could tell that Poseidon was becoming less and less convinced on letting her go, so she made sure to give him the sweetest of smiles, the most chaste of cheek kisses, and all the 'thanks so much, daddy, you're the best!'s he needed to hear in order for her to get her way.

Was it lowkey manipulative? Yes, but gods was she desperate to get out of the palace and interact with other people (preferably sane ones, and luckily for her, Göll was very sane).

Plus, she loved sleepovers! She remembered all the times she would sleep over at the Aphrodite and Hermes cabin (to name a few) and all those times she would have some of her friends who were camp year-rounders sleep over at her apartment during the school years...

She could feel her chest throb as the memories flashed through her mind. Before, thinking about her friends and family made her heart hurt because of how much she missed them. But now, her heart hurt because of how conflicted she felt. With every good memory she would remember of her loved ones back home, recent memories would flood in next: Poseidon, Adamas, Hades, Beelzebub, Brunhilde, and the Valkyries... hell, she even had fond memories with Loki.

This is not my home, this is not my home, this is not my home, she had to remind herself of that no matter how much it hurt.

"Just enjoy what you have now," Beelzebub once told her. "Treasure it, even if it's for a short while."

But who knew trying to make good memories would hurt this much?

Nevertheless, as she drew closer to Göll's bedroom, she plastered on an excited grin right before knocking on the door.

The lilac haired Valkyrie opened it a few seconds later. Her expression lit up, but there was an air of confusion around her.

"Percy!" She exclaimed, beaming. "Hey! Come in! What are you doing here?"

She quickly ushered the younger girl into the bedroom and shut the door.

"Oh, my dad just dropped me off and Lord Odin said that you would be in your room," Percy explained.

Göll nodded along, but she still looked confused about something. "Are you here for Brunhilde? Sorry, but she's out with Lady Mnemosyne tonight-they're quite close nowadays!-and the rest of my sisters are out with their other friends."

Now it was Percy's turn to look confused. "I'm here for the sleepover."

"What sleepover?" She blinked.

Something was wrong here. Very very wrong.

"Uh," Percy swallowed thickly. "The one that you invited me to?" Nervously, she showed her the text conversation they had on her phone.

The color drained from the youngest Valkyrie's face. "Percy, I lost my phone yesterday. I didn't send you this."

Shit. This had Loki written all over it.

"I'm here for the slumber party!" A dreadful voice cheered.

She and Göll whirled around. There, standing at the doorway, was Loki dressed in a ridiculous cotton nightgown with a matching long white cap and plush snake slippers. He looked like Ebenezer Scrooge got Nickelodeon slime barfed all over him.

"Lord Loki...!" Göll squealed in fear. Unlike what happened the last time they were confronted by him, she didn't faint again.

"Are you wearing a nightgown?" Percy couldn't help but judge.

"It's a nightshirt," he corrected with a roll of his eyes.

"It reaches your ankles. It's a gown. Do you seriously wear this when you're sleeping?"

"Hasn't anyone told you that gods don't need to sleep?" He huffed in annoyance as he strode into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. "And isn't this what humans usually wear to bed?"

"Yeah... in the 1800s," she deadpanned, unamused. "Give Göll her phone back." 

Without any complaint, Loki waved his hand and Göll's phone appeared on her nightstand.

"Did he take anything else?" She asked her.

Göll, still looking terrified out of her mind, shook her head.

Percy turned back to Loki with a tight smile. "Great. Sorry about this Göll. I'll get rid of Loki and I'll call my dad to take me back home."

Before she could start hauling the annoying god out of here, he started floating away from her reach.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why do you wanna leave so badly? Aren't you here for a sleepover?"

"Trust me, I'd love to have one right now, but you're clearly scheming something if you had to deceive me to get me here," she pointed out. "Plus, I promised my dad that I'd avoid you."

He pouted, which only made him look even sillier with that outfit of his. "I just wanted to see you again so I could thank you for trying to protect me from your daddy dearest the other day. And I had to deceive you, Percy! Do you really think your father would allow you to be here if I was the one who invited you?"

Percy paused. He... had a good point.

She frowned. Loki was a weird individual, and he was especially unpredictable. His opinion on her always seemed to flip flop around for no reason. However, the last time they met hadn't gone that bad to be honest. Sure he got a little pissy when she stepped up to protect him, but he was probably just shocked rather than personally offended... Maybe.

As if sensing her hesitance, Loki pulled out his best move:

"I even brought pizza," he offered sweetly. Another wave of his hand and several greasy boxes of pizza appeared floating around him. The lids opened magically, allowing the delicious smell to drift into her nose.

Percy nearly drooled. Pizza. The last time she had pizza was months ago when she was still staying at Adamas' house. For some reason, he warned her not to go around asking for Italian food in Poseidon's palace so she hadn't been able to have any since.

Grinning, she clapped her hands together. "Let the slumber party commence!"

Loki cheered and let the pizza boxes float down to Percy's awaiting arms.

Behind her, Göll's jaw dropped, like she couldn't believe how quickly she just gave in.

Soon enough, they found themselves sitting on the floor circling around the pizza boxes. Göll was nervously chewing on her slice while Percy was already on her second one. Loki was savoring his. He sat right next to Percy, his eyes glued on her like he was looking for something.

Then, he reached out and started poking her cheek.

Mid-bite, she stopped to give him a look. "What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing," he smiled sweetly. "You just had something on your face. So how are you enjoying the pizza?"

Normally, the sudden change in topic would've sent alarm bells ringing in her head, but having been deprived of pizza for so long, it completely went unnoticed to her.

She lit up, "Oh it's great! It's been months since I've had any pizza! Apparently the Greeks hate it for some reason? Something about Italy or whatever..."

"Uh," Göll cleared her throat, still looking quite nervous about having Loki in the room. "No one told you?"

"Told me about what?"

"About the whole Greek and Roman thing?"

"I remember learning in history class that they had beef with each other back in the day but-Loki, stop poking my feet!" She stopped to swat away Loki's hands which were busy prodding around her heels for some reason. "-Anyway, but that's pretty much all I know."

"It's more than just beef," Loki snorted, now moving on to poking her ankles. Percy just sighed. "The Romans really pissed off the Greek gods, your dad especially*. They didn't really care when Greece got conquered by the Romans, but it was what they did afterwards that really got them in our shitlist."

Percy went to grab another slice of pizza and motioned curiously for Loki to go on.

"When the Romans took over, they didn't believe that the Greek gods were real and decided to change things and make their own gods.

"Oh," Percy's eyes widened a bit. "I remember that. They changed their names. Poseidon became Neptune, Zeus became Jupiter, and Hades was Pluto."

He nodded. "Yup. They even twisted the stories around to better fit the Roman narrative. The Greek pantheon took it as a huge offense and honestly, I can't blame them. If some dumb humans dared to change my name and make me a completely different person, I'd get pissed too."

"But that wasn't all. There were some gods who were highly revered by the Greeks-Poseidon and Athena to name a few-who were being disrespected by the Romans. Athena's name was besmirched; she went from being worshiped as an intelligent war goddess to some goddess of crafts. Since they didn't think the gods were real, they stupidly decided to rename your dad's temples to temples of Neptune and replaced his statues. I think when they decided to start fishing in his seas was your dad's last straw."

"He killed them," Göll shivered. "He sent floods to destroy them. Other Greek gods joined the carnage too because they were also angry by the ongoing disrespect. Soon enough, the Roman Empire was no more."

Percy was so intrigued by the story that she set her pizza down. "Wait... huh? The gods caused the Roman Empire to fall?"

"Is it different in your universe?" Loki tilted his head.

"Uh, yeah? I think it was these Germanic tribes that took them down over time. You're telling me that in here, the gods actually went down to Midgard and just... killed everyone?"

"Yup!" Loki answered brightly.

"That's insane," she breathed out.

Göll shot her a sympathetic look. "There were a few survivors," she added. "Some people who weren't in Rome at the time like travelers and merchants. When they heard about what happened-when they found out that the gods were real-they stayed away in fear of being hunted down. But once the gods returned home, they went back to Rome to see if their families were still alive. Unfortunately, they weren't, but they stayed anyway and tried to rebuild. They couldn't bring back the Empire, but I guess they got humbled because they tried to worship the Greek gods properly this time."

"Yeah and then the Visigoths took over them," Loki finished with a flourish. "Your gods really didn't do anything after such an insult?"

She shrugged. "I guess not. I don't really know what happened except what my old history teacher told me. But I seriously can't believe they're still angry about that. Does that mean I can't have pizza? Or pasta? Ever? What if I wanna take a vacation to Italy?"

Loki snorted. "You seriously think Poseidon's gonna let you step foot on the surface world? That's cute."

Percy frowned, not because he was wrong but because he was right. The only reason she didn't get into any trouble for trying to go up to the surface was because he was more worried about Apollo kidnapping her.

Suddenly there was a sound. All three of them whipped their heads to the door as it began to slowly turn. Standing right outside the bedroom, was the looming figure of Thor. He was dressed in pajamas-thankfully not the ridiculous nightgown Loki was wearing but something more simple.

Göll dropped her pizza with a squeak of terror. It was a miracle she hadn't fainted yet.

Without saying a word, Thor stepped into the room, his face blank. Percy swore she could feel the ground tremble with every step he took.

"I would like to join the sleepover." Thor said bluntly.

This time Göll really did faint.

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Poseidon really, really, REALLY regretted letting Percy leave Atlantis. What was he thinking? Letting her leave the safety of his territory just moments after Apollo made it clear that he desired her? Even worse, letting her step foot into the very palace Loki resided in?

It had been a moment of terrible weakness which was shameful because even Hades, who doted on his daughters relentlessly, knew when to put his foot down.

He didn't know how to explain it, but something in him... stirred when she started begging him so prettily. When she pouted at him with her pink lips, when she stared at him pleadingly with her seagreen eyes, all wide and hopeful, and-

He breathed in deeply, readjusting himself on his throne. The waters started to shift moodily; back and forth, left and right, as if they didn't quite know which way to go. Up above, the skies rumbled mysteriously.

"My lord?" Proteus asked in concern. Across from them were a group of noblemen who came to discuss... Poseidon's mind blanked out. He hadn't even been paying attention to what was going on.

This was not like him. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong and he didn't like it.

"Leave," he ordered, tone clipped as he waved away his audience.

The throne room cleared out, save for him and Proteus who was growing increasingly worried now.

Paying him no mind, Poseidon wordlessly summoned his phone and checked his notifications. No message from Percy, not even a missed call. She hadn't prayed to him either. His mood darkened. What was she doing that she couldn't even bother to send her father a message?

The palace grounds began to tremble.

"My lord!" Proteus quickly spoke up, grabbing a nearby pillar to keep balanced.

"What?" He snapped.

"Something is troubling you. What ails you, my lord?" Proteus asked, desperate to find a way to fix it.

"What do you think, you fool. My daughter is gone."

"Ah, I see. You're worried for the young princess," he made a sound of understanding. Things rarely went well whenever the princess left Atlantis. He was pretty sure the only time she was safe and happy was... when she left to live with her uncle Adamas-a period which Poseidon did not like to talk about.

"I let her leave. I should not have done that," he glared, but at least the seabed had stopped shaking. "I will retrieve her at once."

"That's not necessary, my lord!" Proteus said. "The princess is simply growing up and making friends. It is normal for children to go through that."

That only made Poseidon scowl harder.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "My lord, I assure you, the princess is perfectly safe and well. She'll be back tomorrow morning. In the meanwhile, would you like me to find someone to... relieve you of your stress?"

The tyrant of the seas rarely succumbed to his urges (he was too dignified for that), but there were times where he needed to let loose. This was one of them.

Unlike his younger brother Zeus, Poseidon wasn't the type to let himself fall victim to lust. He had his needs of course, but he had too much pride to ever fall for the throes of hedonism like the other gods did. He wasn't a mindless animal. He was a god. So his sexual endeavors were never considered 'nights of passion'. They were always disconnected. Unattached. He was solely concerned with his own release and once that was met, the goddess, nymph, or mermaid was thrown aside.

Wordlessly, Poseidon's eyes darted over to the empty throne beside him and felt his mood only grow worse. He had been moody ever since he dropped his daughter off to Asgard, but there was something else too... something he didn't quite understand and it frustrated him to no end.

"Bring her to my chambers," he ordered.

Proteus bowed his head and hurried away. Finding relief for his lord was never that hard. Despite how terrifying the god was, there were actually many women who would happily throw themselves into his bed. However, Poseidon's patience was thinning dangerously. He would need to go out and grab the closest beautiful nymph or mermaid he could find and hope it would be enough to appease the angry tyrant...

Once Proteus left, Poseidon rose from his throne and retired to his bedroom. His bedroom... how long has it been since he's stepped foot in here? As a god, he didn't need to sleep so he only ever used his bedroom for sex-an extremely rare occasion. But the second he stepped into his room, he immediately didn't want to be there.

Percy's face immediately flashed through his mind. He wanted her here so badly, but the fact that he had foolishly allowed her to go to Asgard only made him angrier. What had he been thinking? Letting her go out? Letting her leave him?

Before he could start yet another natural disaster, there was a knock on the door. His eye twitched.

Without a word, he used the water surrounding him to open the door and turned around. Proteus stood dutifully, and next to him... Poseidon's mood worsened. The person Proteus brought him was a mermaid with green-tinted skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Wrong. All wrong. She shouldn't look like that. She needed to look like-

"My lord," she spoke softly, giving him a respectful bow. Her voice grated on his sensitive ears. His ear fins twitched in annoyance.

He dismissed Proteus with a wave of his hand. The loyal servant left, leaving her to look around unsurely. She started to open her mouth.

"Do not speak," he ordered, swimming forward to grab her and throw her onto his bed.

She let out a breathy sigh as he got on top of her. There was a look of elation and awe on her face, as if she was finally getting everything she dreamed of.

Pathetic. Ridiculous.

"Wipe that look off your face," he said coldly. "You're not special."

Her expression crumbled and she began to rise up, foolishly believing she could leave or stop whatever was happening.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Poseidon wrapped a hand over her face-nearly crushing her skull-and slammed her back down to the bed. Then, without any sort of preparation, he forced himself into her as she screamed.

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It turned out that Odin had been the one to order Thor to join the sleepover solely to make sure Loki didn't do something stupid (like cause a war with the Greeks).

So now here they were: two gods, a demigod, and a Valkyrie, braiding each other's hair while Pretty Little Liars played in the background.

"Why are we watching a show from Midgard?" Thor, in his super deep voice, asked. His eyes were focused on Göll's TV screen while Percy busied herself with braiding his hair. It was pretty fun, not only was his hair super long and fun to play with, but it was enviously silky too.

"'Cause I wanna," Percy replied with a chirp. "My dad doesn't allow me to watch anything from Midgard. The only thing he lets me watch is whatever's on the education channel-"

"-Ew," Loki gagged.

"I know right? I heard this show's super popular down there so I wanted to watch it."

(Actually, she already finished the show years ago and just wanted to rewatch it again for the memories.)

Sitting in front of the TV, Loki snorted. "Humans have weird tastes. What's so interesting about watching a bunch of teenage girls make stupid decisions?"

"And why do they not report their troubles?" Thor frowned. "All of this could be easily fixed."

"That's just how teenage girls are, Thor," Loki said sweetly, giving Percy a sly look. "Always full of secrets."

Göll, who had recovered from her fainting spell a while ago, nearly choked on a chocolate pastry she was eating. She shot Loki a horrified look.

Percy gave him a silent glare that basically screamed, SHUT UP. Unperturbed, he crawled over to where they sat and placed himself behind her.

"Geez, Percy, you're looking a bit tense," he crooned. She could feel him put his hands on her shoulders, fingers beginning to knead on the skin and muscle she had there.

"What are you doing?" She asked sharply.

"Oh, just giving you a massage!" He laughed innocently, but his eyes stared back at her intensely. The shoulder massage only lasted a few seconds. It trailed down her arms, then to her back. He never bothered to massage her in the same place for longer than a second, his fingers constantly roaming over her back as if to look for something. His stare was the same too, gauging her face for a reaction.

"Loki," Thor grumbled in warning.

"Just a moment, cousin dear. This princess has so many knots on her back!" He laughed jovially, but Percy caught the dark look in his eyes that only lasted a second. He seemed genuinely displeased by something; either her for being her usual self or Thor for trying to stop... whatever the hell he was doing.

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, she quickly tied Thor's hair and scooted away from his grasps just before his hands could go any lower. "Quit it," she scowled, glaring at the god of mischief. "Why are you being all touchy anyway?"

"Friends give each other massages all the time!" Loki giggled. "Plus, I wasn't kidding. You really do look tense."

"That's because you were annoying me," she grumbled. "Now turn around. I wanna braid your hair next."

As Loki turned around, Thor mumbled to himself, "So this is what a sleepover entails..." while staring down at his long braided hair and red painted nails (with yellow dotted flower designs courtesy of Percy's clumsy hands).

As Percy started gathering up Loki's hair, she watched in the corner of her eye as Thor stoically scooted over to Göll. Göll looked petrified as he drew closer, only to grow wide-eyed when all he did was reach out to grab a pastry from a platter. He stared at it curiously before taking a tentative bite, as if this was his first time eating something. Then he took another bite.

Despite his massive build and black-sclera eyes, Thor looked like he was enjoying this girly slumber party the most.

Well, Percy bit back a smile. At least one of us is having fun. Loki was annoying her and poor Göll was too terrified of all the powerful gods surrounding them. Thor was the only one perfectly content.

Loki's hair was shorter than Thor's, so she did a simple waterfall braid on him-something that her mom taught her when she was little. When she finished, he conjured up a hand mirror to admire her work.

"Ooooh, so pretty~" He cooed. "Turn around now, Percy! It's your turn to get your hair braided!"

Percy did not want this psycho anywhere near her hair, especially since, according to the MCU, he had a penchant for cutting girls' hair. But he grasped her shoulders and whirled her around so her back was turned to him before she could protest. All she could do was pray Thor would step in before he could conjure a pair of scissors...

"Such lovely hair," he hummed, fingers threading through her dark locks. Occasionally, the pads of his fingers would press against a spot on her skull before moving on. Seriously, why was he so insistent on poking her everywhere?

"I'll give you a fishtail braid. Get it, fish?" He snickered at his own joke.

"You're so funny," she rolled eyes, trying to ignore his fingers now brushing against the skin on the back of her neck.

Surprisingly, he was able to finish the braid in record time and handed her the mirror to admire it. Delicately, she ran a hand over the beautifully done braid.

"That was fast," she commented. "And it's... actually pretty good. Thanks. How do you...?"

"How do I know how to do a braid? I have a daughter," he beamed. "I used to braid her hair like this when she was just a little girl." He let out a nostalgic sigh. "Good ol' times. Now she hardly wants anything to do with her dear old dad anymore..."

"O-oh..." Percy's face fell. He looked genuinely downtrodden about it, which made her feel kinda bad.

Just as she was about to give him some comforting words, Thor looked up from the cupcake he was eating and deadpanned, "Do not lie. You kept embarrassing Hel all throughout her childhood to the point that she moved to Helheim to get away from you. Also, you were a terrible father."

Aaaand there went any sympathy she felt.

"I was not!" He gasped, his hand placed over where his heart would've been.

"You always forgot her birthday." Thor said bluntly.

Göll meekly added, "And when you do remember, you always end up being late to her birthday parties. Lady Angrboða always got angry at you because of that."

"I was trying to find her a present!" Loki sputtered. "You guys are painting me out to be some deadbeat! You know I love my children!"

Thor shrugged. "You're still a terrible father."

"I'm noooot!" He whined, then turned his pleading eyes to Percy. "Percy, sweetie, you don't think I'm a terrible father, do you? I swear, I really did try my best!"

But all she gave him was an unimpressed look. "I hate deadbeat parents who can't even bother with child support."

"You guys are being so unfair!" He huffed.

She dropped the cold exterior and started snickering at him. In the background, the next episode of Pretty Little Liars played and Thor, curiously turned to pay attention while Loki sulkily threw caramel popcorn at his hair. Göll was already scooting closer to the TV to watch it.

Percy pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie of her beautifully done braid with Thor, Göll, and Loki focusing on the TV in the background. She posted it onto Gossipmonger (which reminded her a lot of Twitter) and made a little caption about their sleepover.

Just as she was about to grab the nacho platter and join everyone at the front, her phone suddenly buzzed.

She blinked when she saw the caller ID: 👿Beelie👿

Why is Beelzebub calling me? She wondered as she quietly left the room to answer the call.

"Hey, Bee-"

"-WHY are you with LOKI?!"

She nearly flinched at the volume. "Um, why are you yelling?"

"I-" He groaned. "Just answer the question!" He snapped impatiently. "You're having a slumber party? With him?! Why is he there?! Did he do anything to you?!"

"Well, I got a message asking for a sleepover and I thought it was from Göll but it turned out it was just Loki who stole her phone, but I didn't find out about it until af-"

"-Has he tried to hurt you?"

"Huh?"

"Has Loki tried to hurt you?" He demanded.

"Uh, no? He's in a surprisingly good mood. He's gotten super touchy though, which is annoying but-"

"-He's been touching you?" Beelzebub's voice turned to a hushed whisper. He sounded scared. He sounded horrified.

"Whoa, not like that! He's only been poking me around and stuff. Nothing gross. Is something wrong? 'Cause dude, you freaking out is making me freak out," she said worriedly. "Do you think he's gonna try and hurt me or something?"

Suspiciously enough, he didn't answer right away.

"...No," was what he said after some time. "I was merely... concerned."

She frowned. "Do you know something? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I just..." She heard him sigh in frustration. "I'll see you soon. Don't let Loki touch you."

"Soon? Wait, what do you-"

The call ended.

She stared down at the screen in pure confusion. What the fuck was up with him?

She walked back into the room. She had no idea if any of them overheard the conversation, but they looked way too engrossed with watching Hanna get hit by a car.

"What'd I miss?" She asked.

Göll turned to her. "I think Hanna just figured out who A is-AAAAHHHH! IT'S THE DEVIL!" She shrieked, pointing at something behind her.

She whirled around, and yup, she was right. Beelzebub stood at her back, donning his usual emo priestly garb.

"Beel?" She gaped. "What are you-?"

"-I'm joining the slumber party," he said, looking as if it pained him to say so. He looked very out of place with his dark clothes clashing with Göll's pink and girly bedroom. He took one good look at Loki and crinkled his nose. "Are you wearing a nightgown?"

"It's a nightshirt," Loki said through gritted teeth. Percy was surprised to see the sudden animosity in his face. She thought they were on pretty decent terms. Did something happen between them? Did it have to do with the cloak? "Percy, tell this guy he's not invited."

"No, he can stay," she replied.

His jaw dropped. "Wha-?!"

"Beelie's a friend of mine, 'course he can stay," she shrugged.

Loki looked like he was about to have a conniption, but Percy was more concerned with Göll's eerie silence. The poor girl looked as if her soul was about to be reaped.

"Göll..." She said worriedly, dropping down beside her and clutching her clammy hand. "Don't faint again!"

"I think I'm gonna throw up...!" Göll whimpered.

"Don't do that either!"

Beelzebub, completely unbothered by Loki's glare, confidently strode forward and plopped down beside Percy, acting like a physical barrier between her and Loki. Thor had no idea what was going on, but he clearly didn't care and turned his attention back to the show.

Göll started making heaving sounds, so Percy pulled her up and ushered her to the bathroom.

Now that they were gone, Loki grabbed Beelzebub by the front of his cassock. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He hissed.

"I think it's very obvious what I'm doing," Beelzebub said coldly, wrenching his hand off of him. "Just like how it's obvious to me what you're doing."

The second Beelzebub saw Percy's post on Gossipmonger his breath nearly stopped when he spotted the familiar head of green hair in the background. He knew immediately that Loki was plotting something, and his worries had been confirmed when Percy told him about how touchy the god had been getting.

He's trying to find her mortal spot, he balled his fists so tightly that his nails dug hard into his palm.  And once he finds it, he'll-

The bathroom door opened and Percy cheered, "We're back! Thor, what'd we miss?"

"They're in the hospital," he answered tonelessly. "Spencer believes it was Toby who hit Hanna."

"Ah," she nodded, guiding Göll back to the floor. She resettled herself beside Beelzebub and dropped her voice to a whisper (which was pretty pointless since every being here had super hearing).

"Is something wrong? Why did you come here?" Because she sure as hell knew Beelzebub would rather haul his ass over to therapy than attend a teenage girl's slumber party.

"Nothing's wrong," he murmured back, eyes scanning her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she insisted. "And you're lying to me. You came here for a reason, so wh-"

"Oooh what are you two whispering about?" Loki chimed, trying to crawl in-between them. "Can I joi-"

Without wasting a second, Beelzebub grabbed Loki by the face and threw him back. The force was so powerful that he crashed right through the wall.

Everyone stared at him, save for Thor who couldn't care less unless Loki was the one causing trouble.

"My apologies," Beelzebub said monotonously. "I didn't realize how light he was."

Percy and Göll looked at each other. This was gonna be a long slumber party.

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"Enough!" Poseidon grabbed the woman by the back of her head and threw her off his flaccid cock, unable to get hard from her pitiful attempts of arousing him.

"My lord," she squeaked in terror. "I-" But with an angry flick of his hand, her body evaporated into seawater before she could finish her sentence.

Poseidon pushed himself up, teeth gnashed together in frustration as he stared down at himself. He couldn't get hard. Why couldn't he get hard?

He was tempted to reach out and finish the job himself, but stopped. What sort of god would he be if he needed to rely on himself to seek pleasure, when he should be able to use whoever he wanted? He was a god, he was perfect, and a perfect being such as him did not need to lower himself by doing a woman's job.

Angrily, he sheathed his cock back into his tail and swam out of his room, the doors closing with a loud BANG! that echoed throughout the palace. Rather than going back to work like he should've, he swam straight for his daughter's bedchambers without a second thought.

It wasn't until he was burying his face into her pillows did he finally snap out of it and realize what the fuck he was doing.

He pulled himself away, staring dumbfoundedly at her pillow. She had only been gone for a few hours and yet here he was, sniffing her pillows. He was coping terribly without her. How utterly ludicrous. How shameful and embarrassing... and yet...

The sweet scent his daughter left behind on her pillow was enough to finally get him hard. He turned around so his back could rest against the headboard, staring blankly at the rather large bulge poking out at the front of his tail. Just the scent of his daughter was enough to finally get him hard.

Slowly, his hand traveled down his abs before pausing right where his scales met skin.

It is below me to succumb to such animalistic urges, he tried to tell himself. I am a god, not some mindless lust-filled creature.

Holding back his urges, he opted to grab one of his daughter's pillows and hug it tightly to his chest, nose buried in the softness. Percy's scent was practically imprinted all over the room and invading his senses, not that he minded. He could feel his prior restlessness seep out of his body, as if the only remedy he needed was his daughter.

A low groan left his lips as his cock throbbed, refusing to be ignored once more. Cursing in Ancient Greek, he finally gave in. Tentatively, he reached into the slit at the front of his tail and pulled the engorged member out, hissing once the hardened flesh met with the water.

The second he started stroking his own cock, he immediately wanted to stop but couldn't. He couldn't believe just a few hours without his daughter had reduced him to this. But another whiff of Percy's pillow was enough to make him hate this a little less.

He quickly lowered himself into a lying position and turned around, groaning when the sensitive head of his cock brushed against the bed sheets. Percy would surely be upset if he caused a mess on her bed, but he could just have a maid clean it up.

Without any sense of shame or hesitation, he buried his face into her pillow, deeply inhaling her scent. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock against the bed while inhaling more of her scent. Despite the depravity of his actions, he still tried to keep himself restrained by moving painfully slow. He was still a god after all, he refused to start fucking into her bed like a wild animal.

But every time his cock hit a tiny wrinkle in the fabric, it was like a zing! went up his spine. Tiny stimulations like that were enough to make his mind go hazy with need, only worsened by every breath he took of his daughter's scent.

He closed his eyes, letting her scent waft into his nose while he imagined what it would be like if it was his daughter's cunt he was fucking instead of her bed. He imagined her moans being like music to his ears, her little claws digging into his shoulder blades as he drove into her, and her small fangs marking his neck up. It would've been ecstasy, it would've been perfect.

He knew Percy would be better than anyone he had ever had. His little girl was perfect, made only for him and he for her. Yes, now he understood why he felt so off today; no one would ever be able to give him pleasure the way his perfect girl could. All his life he had been living with a missing piece of himself, and the bifrost had just given him the blessing he needed to finally feel complete.

"Percilla," he moaned, his body filled with a craving he had never felt before. He parted his lips, letting his tongue drag against the fabric of Percy's pillow, like he was trying to lap up her remnants.

He made another hard thrust and felt a rough jolt of pleasure when the sheets brushed against a particular spot on the underside of his cock. He pictured Percy throwing her head back in pleasure and leaned forward to start suckling on the pillow as if it were her delicate skin. His fangs poked through the pillowcase and he wondered if she could handle his rough ministrations. Would he need to be gentle with her? Would she beg her to go harder? He could almost hear her begging in that sweet voice of hers.

I need you, I need you, I need you, he thought madly, his hips moving with wild abandon.

His release was drawing closer now, but all he wanted was more.

"Ahh... ha... haaaah...!" He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut when he finally came at last. As he felt his cock spurt streams of semen into the water, he bit into the pillow-nearly tearing it into shreds-as he waited to finish.

Once he was done, with streaks of cum now floating around in the water, he languidly flipped himself over so he could lay down. He stared up at the ceiling of his daughter's bedroom, uncharacteristically breathless and feeling as if he had been born anew.

"...I need to get my daughter back," he decided.

It was time he put an end to this sleepover.

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Odin hadn't been expecting to see Poseidon in his palace at 4 o'clock in the morning, mainly because he was pretty sure sleepovers were supposed to last throughout the whole night and the early hours of the morning, but he didn't bother to ask.

"Are you sure?" Odin asked. "It's still too early. They are likely to be asleep."

"I'm certain," Poseidon said, and that was final. He never should've let her attend this sleepover in the first place anyway.

Odin nodded and guided him down to the wing of the palace where the Valkyries resided. Being the youngest, Göll's bedroom was the quickest to reach.

Rather than knocking since he knew it was pointless, Odin quietly opened the door. The sight they saw made them freeze.

Göll was one of the neater girls out of the sisters, so her room was always clean and well-organized, but now it looked as if a twister had formed inside of it. There was a suspiciously Loki-shaped hole on the wall, the television was still blaring some weird mortal tv show, and pillows were strewn around the room, as if they had the biggest pillow fight ever before collapsing to bed.

They stepped into the room and felt even more bewildered when they saw the bodies on the bed. Thor laid on the farthest left side of the large bed. His massive stature took up a good chunk of the space. Right next to him was Göll who was being spooned by a drooling Percy. Right next to her was, to everyone's amazement, the Lord of the Flies (now donning black silk pajamas). To his credit, he at least had the decency to keep a good distance from Percy. Loki's body was on the far right, the upper half of him dangling off the bed. Judging from Beelzebub's outstretched hand, he most likely pushed him off before falling asleep.

"W-w-why is the Devil here?!" Muninn stammered.

"Why is Loki here?" Poseidon demanded.

Odin sighed, like he had been hoping to avoid this conversation. "The second I knew Loki was trying to infiltrate the girls' sleepover, I sent Thor over to watch over him. Rest assured, my son knows how to keep that boy in check. As for Beelzebub... who knows how his mind works."

Poseidon's eye twitched. "You should've alerted me the second Loki-"

At the sound of his voice, Percy began to stir awake. He stopped speaking, watching quietly as her pretty eyes fluttered open, instantly spying them in the dark.

"AAAAAHHHH!" She shrieked in terror, waking everyone up from the volume. Without wasting a second, she grabbed the closest pillow and threw it straight at Poseidon's face as an act of offense. It wasn't until seconds after the pillow fell down to the floor did she finally realize who the 'intruders' were.

Poseidon felt himself deadpan.

"Oh my gods," she breathed out, slumping back down. "It's just you... You gave me a heart attack!"

Everyone stared at her like she was insane, and honestly, who could blame them. It wasn't every day you got to witness the Tyrant of the Seas get hit in the face with a pillow by a teenage girl.

Hand still placed over her chest, she asked him and Odin, "Why were you guys just standing there?! I thought you were intruders trying to kill us!"

"So you decided to use a pillow as a weapon?!" Huginn squawked.

Beelzebub rolled his eyes and immediately sat up, but not without fully pushing Loki off the bed. "Lord Poseidon, Lord Odin."

"Beelzebub," Poseidon narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why are you here?"

"Forgive me my lord, but I came here the second I knew Loki had forced himself into the girls' sleepover. After the prior incidents, I don't quite trust him alone with your daughter. I wouldn't be able to fulfill my research if he kills her after all."

Eventually, Poseidon nodded in acceptance. His explanation made sense and it was detached enough to not have him suspicious of his relationship with his daughter. Beelzebub gave himself a mental pat on the back.

"Percilla, come. We're going back home." He told her.

"Wha? Why?" She whined, not moving from her spot on the bed. "It's too early..."

"You can sleep back home," he said, easily picking her up from the bed. Fortunately, aside from her grumbling, she was too sleepy to make a fuss.

Without letting her say goodbye, he teleported themselves back to their palace-specifically, to her room. The maids had already cleaned it up and replaced the sheets and pillows so she was none the wiser to what he had done.

Percy must really like her sleep, because the second he laid her back down, she snuggled against her new pillow, mumbled a "G'nite, daddy" and went back to sleep.

Poseidon stared at her intensely, trying to fight back the urge to ravish her right then and there. His child was still a growing girl and he knew that mortals needed their sleep. He didn't want to bother her again. So, against his primal desires, he quietly crept into bed and held her from behind. She hadn't bothered to switch into her mer form, so her legs were splayed out.

He held her close to him, unable to fight the temptation of lapping his tongue against her neck and shuddering at the taste of her. As much as he wanted to take her, he would settle with having her in his arms.

It was, after all, where she belonged.

- author's note -

* Just wanted to add that the Ancient Romans didn't actually dislike Athena/Minerva and Poseidon/Neptune like what Rick says in the books. They were actually highly revered by the Romans, but for my fanfic's sake, I'm gonna stick with what Rick wrote.

And yes, THERE ARE NO ROMAN GODS HERE!!! In PJO verse the gods are canonically influenced by humans and vice versa; they require mortals (ESPECIALLY demigods) to believe in them or else they'll fade. When the Greek gods were 'adopted' by the Romans, they split into two aspects: a Greek and Roman side. This is not the case for ror gods who do not rely on humans' beliefs (they wouldn't be constantly committing genocide on the human race if that were the case). Therefore, when the Romans took over Greece and tried to 'adopt' the Greek gods, the ror Greek gods didn't gain another aspect. Humans don't influence them.

One thing that irks me about Norse mythology is that they got aaaalll this info about Loki's kids and how powerful and deadly they are, but never about Loki's relationship with them 😭😭😭 So yeah, I had to make some stuff up, but I DO see Loki as the type of dad that would annoy their kids sooo much. YES he loves and cares for his kids, but he SUCKS 😂

Beelzebub every time Loki tries to get close to Percy:

This ask I got cracked me up 😭:

Fan memes from Noodle_19:

And they sent me fanart too!!! 💖💖:

Picrews of Posy babies and a Beelcy baby from daushu:

A Beelcy picrew from girlygrls:

CUTE FANART FROM honeydew-mint:

Percy before she found out what Loki meant about him and the horse:

Percy blue screening:

Percy after reality hit her: