WARNING: A lil smut where it's just humping, nothing too spicy (also I suck at mermaid anatomy too, so brace yourself for that 💀)

PERCY MISSED DOING BEELZEBUB'S STUPID fifty page math exams.

She'd rather suffer the headache of having numbers and math equations swim around her head then be where she was at now: squirming on her bed, trapped underneath her father who was currently kissing all over her neck.

And she was enjoying it.

She let out a shuddering breath, an embarrassing noise escaping her lips when she felt her father's lips suck at her skin. Her face heated up some more when she heard him chuckle at her reaction.

"You are much more pliant nowadays, my dear pearl," Poseidon purred, the tips of his fangs slightly scraping her indestructible skin. "Have you finally come to accept this, hmm?"

"N... no," she rasped, trying to kick her tail out in a half-hearted attempt to swim away. But Poseidon simply leaned down, adding more of his weight atop of her. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his scales scraping against hers. Gods, why was she always so sensitive whenever this happened?! It was driving her crazy!

"Stop," she breathed out, eyes clenched shut as she desperately tried to ignore the growing heat below her stomach.

"Shhh," he consoled her, leaving a sweet kiss on her jawline. "Let me make you feel good."

"Daddy, no..." She whimpered, turning her head away when she felt him leave more hot kisses against her throat.

Then, he finally reached her lips. Percy could hardly count the amount of times they had kissed—she didn't want to know actually—and every time they did it, it still took her breath away. She moaned into his mouth, automatically parting her lips open for his tongue. She learned the hard way not to try and fight back, to just let him in, and she didn't want a repeat of the previous 'lesson'.

Meanwhile, Poseidon was on cloud 9. His precious daughter's lips felt like absolute heaven against his, and her taste was equally as orgasmic. His tongue eagerly explored her mouth, licking up her tongue and brushing against the roof of her mouth. He could feel her little baby fangs nip at his tongue, accidentally drawing ichor but lapping it up anyway and becoming ravenous than before. It made him chuckle against her lips.

His adorable little girl loved the taste of her father's ichor and she wasn't even aware of it.

As their kiss deepened, her tail tensed and flexed underneath his, similarly to how one's legs would tremble and flail when overwhelmed with too much pleasure.

He moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping the bed sheets beside her. As much as he wanted to touch her, he felt he might accidentally cut her with his claws instead—she wasn't the only one overwhelmed with pleasure after all. His claws dug into the fabric as he started to move his hips, grounding the front of his tail against hers.

Percy let out a sharp gasp when she felt the familiar sensation of her father's sheathed cock pressing down on her. Her fingers curled around the bed sheets, her claws accidentally ripping through them. Shit. Not again. How many times did they have to be replaced?

"Daddy—"

He cut her off with a sensual grunt, eyes clenched shut as he buried his face into the space between her neck and shoulder. More of his weight was added onto her, but instead of feeling like she was about to get crushed, she nearly felt like exploding from how good this felt.

"More," she mewled, greedily grasping onto him. Her claws dug into the skin of his muscled back, and she could vaguely see small clouds of his golden ichor drifting above him, but neither of them cared. "Ngh—! D-daddy, please...!"

"Percilla," he moaned, staring at her with half-lidded eyes, enthralled by her eagerness. "Good girl, keep begging. Beg for me and I'll give you what you want."

This wasn't their first bout together. For the past few days he had loosened up his self-restraints a bit and allowed himself to indulge in her and vice versa. She fought and cried most of the time, and he always stopped to coo and fret over the poor girl. But as days passed, he eventually started to wear her down, his once meek daughter starting to slowly embrace the new dynamic of their relationship.

Unfortunately, despite how much she clearly loved what he was doing, she always snapped out of it and made him stop. An annoying habit, but he was confident that he could break through it with a little more gentle parenting. He would make his daughter see reason, make her all his, as it should be.

We're almost there, he thought to himself as he continued to thrust against her noticeable heat. He was so close. Just a few more pushes and she would be his.

He suckled at her sweet neck, relishing in the cute sounds she made. His cock was painfully hard, pulsating underneath the sheath it was hidden in. He wondered if she was ready for it now.

"Ahhh, nnnghh," he groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "I need you—need you so bad," he grabbed her wrist and guided her small hand to the front of his tail, to his slit where his cock was hidden in. "Be a good girl, sweetheart. Touch daddy's cock and help me cum."

Her breath hitched, some clarity returning to her eyes. He could feel her try to pull away, but he held on tight. "W-wait, wait—oh!" Her protests were suddenly cut off when he pressed the pad of his thumb against a particular spot at the font of her tail. She bucked her hips, seeing stars when he pressed down on the sensitive slit hidden beneath iridescent scales.

"Did you think I would leave you with nothing?" He crooned. "Silly girl, what kind of father would I be if I let my poor daughter do all the work?"

"Nnngh, ah—ah!" She squealed, her whole body trembling when he started to rub his thumb around her slit. Her free hand shakily tried to cover her mouth in a poor attempt to hide her high-pitched moans.

Poseidon smirked down at her debauched state before continuing to guide her other hand to where his cock was. Just as her fingers brushed against his sensitive scales, a loud ring echoed around the room.

They both froze.

Tensely, Poseidon turned to the bedside table, where his phone rang repeatedly. The look on his face was downright murderous.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" He snarled, finally releasing his daughter to snatch his phone from the table. He answered the call, "WHAT?"

"..."

"Mother, was this call truly necessary, I was in the middle of something!" He snapped, and Percy had to hide her face with both hands as pure mortification ate away at her.

"I am aware! I do not need the reminder," Poseidon seethed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course I'm bringing Percilla. Every time I take my eyes off of her, she always gets dragged into whatever mess some foolish god dares to put her in... Yes, mother, yes, I know. Goodbye now."

Rather than hanging up like a normal person, Poseidon angrily crushed his phone into a thousand little pieces with a low growl.

Meanwhile, Percy had pushed herself up into a sitting position, back against the headboard of the bed while her tail was pressed to her front. She really, REALLY wanted to die right now.

Upon seeing her miserable state, Poseidon internally groaned. And of course, my mother just had to ruin the moment.

So close. He was so close!

Knowing her, she was probably thinking all sorts of horrible thoughts about herself for what they had done. Calling herself shameful or disgusting, probably even hating herself for this. He loved his daughter, truly, but he wished he could just erase such ridiculous thoughts from her head. Such beliefs were so peculiar to him, and the fact that she clung so deeply to those morals despite the environment she grew up in was concerning. Her poor little head had somehow been brainwashed by human beliefs.

He clicked his tongue chidingly, "Cease such thoughts, daughter. How many times must I tell you that there's nothing wrong with this?" He crooned, leaning towards her to stroke her arm, gently coaxing her to reveal her face.

"Why did grandma call?" She asked, changing the subject as always. She was still hiding her face from him. He was just glad she wasn't crying this time.

"We'll be attending a funeral soon," he replied dully.

She finally lowered her hands to stare at him. If Rhea calling them in the middle of a heated moment wasn't a mood killer then hearing about a funeral definitely was.

"A funeral?" She echoed in disbelief. "F-for a god? Who died?" Her thoughts immediately went to Beelzebub and she felt the sudden urge to throw up.

"A god named Mimir," Poseidon replied uncaringly. "You've never met him. He is of the Norse Pantheon."

Percy froze up when she heard the name. Mimir? The same Mimir Brunhilde had been trying to find for the past few days in hopes he would have the answers to get her back home? That Mimir?

He's dead?! Percy suppressed the urge to drop her jaw in shock. Her phone had been confiscated after her stunt at the council so she wasn't able to get any news about Mimir so she was completely blindsided by this.

"Um... how did he die?" She asked carefully.

"You are far too young to know of such details. You needn't worry about it." He said. (He wasn't about to tell his daughter that a god had been murdered, that would just scare the poor girl!).

While Percy was busy thinking about the mysterious circumstances of Mimir's death, Poseidon was mulling over his decision to bring her along to the funeral.

He absolutely did not want to leave her out of his sight. Percy had the penchant of attracting trouble—sometimes dangerous trouble—and he didn't want to risk it. But would it really be appropriate for him to bring his one year old daughter to the funeral with him?

She treated her own life so carelessly, he doubted she understood the concept of 'death' yet (which was ironic considering who her uncle was) and the whole thing might scare and confuse her...

This could be a learning moment for her, he supposed. Maybe once she sees what a real funeral was like, she'd stop treating her life like it was meaningless. He could even comfort her or take her back home if it got too overwhelming.

Percy, on the other hand, was in disbelief. Surely this couldn't be a coincidence. Mimir was murdered just days after Brunhilde promised to search him out for help. Did something happen? Did he attack Brunhilde and she had to kill him out of self-defense? Was it someone else entirely?

Worry gnawed in her stomach. If Brunhilde had been put in danger for trying to help her, she would never forgive herself for this.

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Percy had been to a lot of funerals before. She had attended the funerals of those who were killed during the Battle of the Labyrinth and later on in the Battle of Manhattan. The funerals had been awful for, the somber moods and the fact that the shrouds were being burned away belonged to the people she knew—friends, allies, fellow campers.

But this one was very different. She felt extremely uncomfortable and it wasn't because of her father's hand placing itself on the small of her back as he guided her forward, but because of the atmosphere.

The funeral took place at a lake, and many other gods had congregated for it. Mostly Norse gods for obvious reasons, but she could spy a bunch of other important gods from different pantheons too. Instead of looking like they were grieving, some of the Norse gods actually looked... nervous.

Poseidon led her to the shoreline and she finally realized why: Odin looked murderous. His expression was one of icy fury and his divine aura created a thick, oppressive energy in the air. Percy felt like she almost couldn't breathe and she wanted badly to get out.

Clearly, Odin was not happy that his best confidante had been murdered.

Shuddering, she looked away from him and turned her attention to the wooden longboat that stood on the shores. It clicked in her head: a burning ship ritual. She remembered learning about this. In the Norse pantheon, it was traditional of them to do a burning ship ritual for their deceased gods. One had even been done for Baldur, and now the same for Mimir. Mimir's boat was loaded with grave offerings; glimmering jewelry, weapons, books, animal carcasses, and the corpses of several enslaved huldras—which were basically the Norse equivalent of nymphs.

She gulped at the sight of the bodies. From what she remembered, sacrificed slaves were part of the 'grave offerings' that were given in funerals. First they would be made drunk, raped, killed, and their bodies placed on the boat.

Beside her, Poseidon clicked his tongue in annoyance at the sight of the corpses. "Look away," he told her immediately.

Gladly, she thought, turning her head away from the boat.

A tall and beautiful woman had joined Odin's side; Frigg, the Queen of Asgard. She had extremely long and thick red hair that was the color of rubies and baby blue eyes. Beside her were her sons, stepson, and grandchildren, one of them being the ever-so-stern Thor. At Thor's side... was Loki. Just the sight of him made Percy want to run up and tackle him into the water, so she forced herself to look away.

Standing behind the royal family were the Valkyries, and to her absolute relief, Brunhilde was there, perfectly unharmed, but equally as stony-faced. When they locked eyes, Percy tilted her head in a questioning manner, silently asking if she had anything to do with what happened to Mimir.

Brunhilde shook her head stiffly. No.

Then who? Percy wondered to herself. Who did this, and could the timing really be a coincidence?

Her eyes traveled back to Loki. He looked almost completely out of it, occasionally taking sips out of some horn and swaying gently as he floated several inches above the ground. Was he... drunk?

Before she could analyze his weird behavior further, Odin started to speak.

"Deyr fę
deyia frǫndr,
deyr sialfr it sama;
ec veit einn
at aldri deýr:
domr vm dꜹþan hvern."*

As Odin gave his eulogy, a certain God of the Underworld stared longingly at the Atlantean princess. His niece was as beautiful as ever, dressed in a silky baby blue ankle-length dress decorated with golden lotus flowers—a blue and gold color scheme that Poseidon mimicked. 

She had been wearing a lot of gold and blue lately, he couldn't help but notice. Those were usually the colors that Poseidon liked to don. He wondered if his little brother was just rubbing off on her or if there was something else behind it...

Oh what am I doing? Hades scolded himself. Analyzing color schemes and outfit coordination? Have I gone mad?

Inwardly shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to her and continued to admire her from afar. He was vaguely aware that Odin was beginning to light the longboat aflame, but all he could pay attention to was the way the dress clung slightly to her frame...

And then he accidentally locked eyes with Anubis, who was grinning goofily at him. Clearing his throat and feeling the ichor rush to his face, he hastily returned his gaze to Odin.

Shit, he cursed, hoping for this to be over already. He did not need this right now.

When it was time for the funeral reception, Hades tried to calmly walk back to the Asgardian palace only to grimace when the Egyptian god bounded over to him.

"So!" Anubis said in that painfully loud voice of his, grinning. "Why did you smell so horny when you were looking at your niece—mmph!"

Laughing out loud to block out the god's voice, Hades hastily covered his mouth. "Hilarious as ever, Anubis! Say nothing," he hissed under his breath.

He could feel Anubis lick his palm and pulled away with a heavy sigh to clean his hand.

"Your niece is really pretty! I don't blame you for being horny, but maaan do you and Poseidon reek!" Anubis laughed grandly.

"Please keep your voice down," Hades was almost begging at this point. "We are in a period of mourning."

He shrugged. "I don't see anyone else mourning."

That was true. The other gods were too busy walking on tip-toes to avoid facing Odin's wrath. The Supreme Deity was understandably unhappy with Mimir's death—or murder, more like. Not only had his greatest confidante been killed, but Mímisbrunnr had been destroyed as well. That meant that Odin could neither seek Mimir's counsel nor could he drink from the magic waters of the well anymore. It was a heavy hit for the Norse Pantheon.

"By the way," Anubis started again. "What's wrong with your niece's soul?"

Hades blinked in confusion. He hadn't been expecting such an odd question. "Pardon?"

"Her soul's all funny looking." He replied.

Hades craned his neck back. Percy was somewhere in the back of the group, walking alongside her father as they trekked through the woods leading to the palace. He looked in deeper, seeing just the bare surface image of her beautiful mortal soul, but failed to see anything wrong with it.

He turned back to Anubis. "What do you mean?"

"It's—"

"—Lord Loki!" Came the aggravated groan of the eldest Valkyrie, Brunhilde.

Everyone looked over to see what was going on. Loki, in his drunken stupor, accidentally floated straight into a tree and fell to the ground, the mead he had been storing in a horn had spilled all over him.

Odin looked about ready to blast his nephew, but Thor stepped forward, heaved Loki over his shoulder, and continued to walk.

Anubis cackled at the scene and rushed over to go bother Loki and Thor before he could even finish what he was saying to Hades.

What a hyperactive god, Hades couldn't help but think fondly.

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The reception took place in the vast gardens of the Asgardian palace. Percy stood off at the side, one arm loosely hooked around her father's as she looked around like a lost lamb. Gods were mingling to themselves now, a little less harrowed since Odin seemed to have calmed down. She spotted Brunhilde looking urgently at her and got the message.

"Daddy," she shook his arm a bit. "Can I go talk to Brunhilde, please?"

His frown deepened. "You know how I feel about you interacting with that Valkyrie..."

"But she's my friend," she pouted.

"And you ought to also know how I feel about you going around making unnecessary friends," he added tightly.

Her lips trembled and she used her powers to force her eyes to water—a handy trick she learned a few days ago in order to stop her father from going too far with his... sexual endeavors on her.

She could feel his arm stiffen against hers once he caught the sight of her tears. She continued to stare up at him, miserable and adorably pitiful, catching the way his jaw clenched. She knew he was trying very hard not to give in, but the second the first tear spilled, he finally relented.

"Fine," he said immediately, wiping the stray tear away. "Make it quick, and do not leave the garden."

Her face lit up and she was crying no longer. "Thanks, daddy!" She exclaimed, tugging at his arm so he could lean down. She kissed his cheek gratefully before hurrying over to Brunhilde.

Brunhilde didn't even bother to comment on what she just witnessed, her face serious as ever.

Percy's smile dropped, mimicking the Valkyrie's expression. "Alright, what exactly happened?"

"Mimir was found murdered just three days after we discussed our plans to find him," Brunhilde began, having already enchanted the small area around them to prevent eavesdroppers.

"Surely that's not a coincidence..."

"I have my doubts as well," she agreed. "However, it's impossible to know when exactly he was killed. Odin hadn't visited Mimir in several months, he could've been murdered during that time for all we know. It's impossible to tell; gods don't leave behind any remains once they're killed and whoever did it covered their tracks. The well has been destroyed and according to Lord Odin, the hiding place was devoid of any tracks; divine, magical, or otherwise."

"It's Loki," Percy's face darkened. "It has to be. He must have eavesdropped on our conversation that day! He has the tendency to 'overhear' things he's not supposed to..."

Brunhilde frowned in concentration, "I don't know about that, Percy... Loki's been acting... weird lately."

She furrowed her brows. "Um, like... weirder than usual?"

"Yes. He's been drinking a lot since the fight between him and Lord Beelzebub, and causing a ruckus around the palace. I don't think he's physically or mentally capable of finding a god that had been hidden by Lord Odin himself."

"But I don't know who else it could be..." Percy trailed off.

"Neither do I, but I agree. I definitely do not think this is a coincidence." Brunhilde sighed.

"Maybe this is all just a ploy," she muttered to herself, stealing a glance at the drunken Loki who was sitting on a garden chair. "Maybe he sent a clone or something to go look for Mimir while the rest of you dealt with the real Loki... Okay, that's it. I'm gonna go talk to him."

Brunhilde's eyes widened in alarm, "Hold on—"

"—No, no, I can't. I have to talk to him. I've got a lot to say." She grumbled, stalking off to the Trickster god.

She ducked behind several gods, watching to make sure her father wasn't paying her any mind. Thankfully, he looked to be in a deep discussion with Odin, Hades, Zeus, Shiva, and a bunch of other Supreme gods.

She hurried over to Loki, who had thankfully been left alone (nobody wanted to deal with a drunken Loki after all).

"Get over here, you little shit," she hissed, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him off the chair. She ignored the gaping faces of the Valkyries and proceeded to drag him out of the garden and to the woods. He stumbled after her, hunched over due to her grip and barely able to walk.

She walked a reasonable distance before slamming him against a tree.

"Talk!" She demanded.

"I'm in love with you," he slurred.

She blasted him in the face with water. "Sober up, you idiot!"

Loki was sputtering for air by the time the geyser stopped, gawking at her with more clarity now. "What the FUCK was that for?!"

"TALK." She yelled. "Mimir. Did you do this?"

"Of course not!" He rolled his eyes. "Though I'm flattered that you think I'm good enough to outsmart my uncle."

She narrowed her eyes. "Loki—"

"It really wasn't me!" He huffed. "You're a little too late for the accusation by the way. I already got interrogated and everything, my uncle cleared me himself. Why do you even care about the stupid ol' head anyway—Oh. Ohhhh." Realization dawned on him and he burst into snickers. "I see, you were thinking of asking him for a way back home, huh?"

She could feel her eye twitch as he continued to laugh at her distress.

"Have you ever thought of asking your precious Beelie if he had something to do with this?" Loki asked in a poisonously sweet voice. "'Cause trust me, sabotaging you is right up his alley—"

Unable to hold back her anger, she grabbed him by the hair and threw him to the ground before climbing atop of him with one hand wrapped around his throat.

"Speaking of Beelzebub," she started in a dark voice. "I know you did something to him that night in Midgard. He's been avoiding me ever since. So what—did—you—do?"

Rather than strangling him, she allowed her nails to grow out into claws, the dangerously sharp tips pressing into his throat and drawing out his ichor. She was pissed, and extremely tempted to rip out his throat should he continue messing around.

"Careful there," he wheezed. "Your fangs are out. Gonna try and bite my head off like he did too?"

"Don't tempt me," she glared. She pushed her claws in deeper, more of his ichor trickling down to the grass.

"Oh, but I'm already tempted," he grinned widely. His hand suggestively trailed over her arm, like he was urging her to grab his neck tighter. "In fact, I am extremely turned on right now. Can't you tell?"

As if to prove it, his hand cupped her own, forcing her to squeeze his neck even tighter. He moaned in pleasure as his ichor squirted out of his wounds, wetting her hand and claws.

She nearly jumped off of him, her rage being replaced by disgust, "Gross—" She cut herself off with a startled choke when she locked eyes with another individual, squatting just several feet away from them and watching the scene with an excited, toothy grin.

Loki stopped moaning, seeing him too.

Percy's heart pounded. She was so screwed. Here she was, straddling a god with her hand wrapped around his neck and her claws deep into his divine flesh. Not only that, but another god had recently been found murdered too. This was definitely not a good look for her.

She stared back at the individual. It was a god—obviously—with the appearance of a young man. He had dark skin and a pair of large eyes. Despite the scene he was witnessing, there was a big grin on his face that revealed sharp canines that reminded her of her father when he was in his mer form. On his chin were two round piercings and atop his head was a hat that resembled the face of a jackal. He had long thick dark hair, and even though he was at a funeral, he was nearly shirtless, showing off his—holy shit, did he have ten pack abs?!

Her jaw nearly dropped in shock but she suppressed the urge.

"Um," she swallowed nervously, shakily pulling her hand away from Loki's neck. She was very much aware of the ichor dripping from her claws. "T-this isn't what it looks like..."

"Oh, you can just ignore me, carry on!" He chirped, waving a dismissive, clawed hand. It was then she noticed that he had very sharp claws and black talons on his feet.

"S-sorry?"

"You were gonna kill Loki right?" He grinned, and she caught a flash of metal as he spoke—it seemed like he had tongue piercings too. "I'm only here to watch, so just pretend I'm not here if it makes you more comfortable!"

Her jaw dropped. "Um, uh, uh..."

"Glad to see I'll be missed by you, Nubby," Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Nubby?" She echoed.

"I'm Anubis," he beamed at her. "Nice to meet you! Hey, did you know that your uncle and dad smell horny when they're around you? Loki does too, hahaha!"

Percy wished the ground would swallow her up right now. She scrambled up to stand and dusted herself off, laughing along painfully. "Ahahahaha, nice joke!"

"It wasn't joke—"

"—Anyway!" She cut him off just as Loki clambered up to his feet. "Really great to meet you, Anubis. Can you, uh, not tell anyone about what you just saw? Please?"

He tilted his head like a confused puppy. "You mean about you trying to kill Loki?"

"I wasn't trying to kill Loki!" She squeaked. "I was just, er, trying to... tickle him?" She finished lamely.

Loki snorted at her piss-poor explanation. "Don't bother. Even if he goes around telling people, no one's gonna believe that the Greeks' 'precious baby angel' would try to kill me. They'd probably find a way to excuse it anyway."

Oh yeah. He had a point.

"Don't worry, tiny princess, I won't tell!" Anubis promised. He finally rose to his feet and wooooaaah, was he huge. Percy had to crane her neck up to look at him. He was definitely over seven feet tall, and she was pretty sure he was several inches taller than Hades too. Wow.

She blinked up at him in amazement before she realized he was waiting for her to say something.

"You can just call me Percy," she said. Using the manners her mom instilled in her, she cleaned her hand with water and stretched it out for a polite handshake, but rather than taking it, Anubis placed his hands under her arms and picked her up like she was a child. She froze when he pulled her in and took a huge sniff of her.

"Wow! You smell really good, Percy!" He exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "You kinda smell like your dad, but not as harsh. Didja know that?"

She felt awkward as she dangled in the air like that. "N-no, I didn't... can you please put me down now?"

He started throwing her up in the air and catching her. "Aww, but you're so tiny and easy to throw around! This is fun!"

"Careful, Nubby, she's mortal. Easily breakable." Loki drawled, though there was a stern look in his eyes as he watched her be thrown up and down.

Still holding onto her, Anubis looked curiously at him. "Is she your toy, Loki? Can't I play with her too? I promise not to break her!"

Percy felt a little disturbed by his words. Despite the innocence of Anubis, she felt like there was almost something dark hidden beneath.

"May I remind you that she's the Imperial Princess of the Atlantean Empire and the Daughter of Poseidon?" Loki emphasized, scowling at him. "Put her down before the entire Greek Pantheon comes after you."

"Oh fine," the cheery god pouted like a child before carefully setting her back down on the ground. "Sorry, Percy."

"It's fine," she replied, smiling forcefully. She couldn't help it, but she took an instinctive step away from him until she was standing next to Loki now.

"We're going back to the reception," Loki announced, taking a hold of her arm. Percy chose not to complain. "See ya, Nubby."

"Bye, guys! It was nice meeting you, tiny princess!" Anubis grinned adorably as Loki teleported the two of them out of there.

The second they flashed back to the garden, she wrenched her arm free.

"We're not done talking about this, you know," she hissed under her breath. The other gods were too busy mingling to even notice them, and the other Supreme Gods were still talking amongst themselves.

He groaned. "I told you, I had nothing to do with Mimir's death."

"I'm talking about what you did to Beelzebub."

"Beelzebub, Beelzebub, Beelzebub!" Loki mimicked her high voice, hiding his dark look with a forced grin. "Him, really? That's all you wanna talk about? Oh, come on, Percy, that's such a boring topic! Aren't you more interested in talking about that other thing I told you about during that night?"

At her unimpressed look, he pressed on, "Don't you remember, dummy? I told you that I love—"

"—I don't care about that," she said sharply.

Oh. His fake grin fell.

She mercilessly went on, "All I care about is that you did or said something that hurt my friend. And now, Beelzebub's been avoiding me. I don't know what the fuck you did, but you better hope I don't or else this won't be the last funeral your pantheon holds."

And with one last venomous glare, she stormed off.

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"The inhabitants and servants of my palace have already been thoroughly questioned and they have all been cleared. The rest of my pantheon is currently being investigated as well," Odin's voice rumbled. "The murder of Mimir and the destruction of his well is a serious offense to the Norse Pantheon. As Supreme Gods, I ask you all to launch investigations on your own domains and Pantheons to find the culprit."

Before Zeus could start complaining, Hades spoke up, looking at Odin. "I can't help but notice several gods of high importance missing. Ra is not here, neither is Yudi or Izanagi... You purposely did not invite them to the funeral."

"That is correct," he confirmed. "The Supreme Gods who have been invited here are all those who I know are innocent. I've already done my own investigation on you all, and none of you are the true culprits."

Poseidon's eyes narrowed. "I do not appreciate being investigated without my consent."

"Peace, brother," Hades placated him. "This makes it easier for us. At least we know to keep an eye on those who haven't been invited. We will make sure to aid you in finding the murderer, Odin. Isn't that correct, my fellow gods?"

He raised a brow at the other Supreme deities who all mumbled but nodded begrudgingly regardless.

"It could be one of those Outer Gods**," one grumbled in annoyance. "They've been quite rambunctious lately."

There were murmurs of agreement amongst the group.

Poseidon scowled at the mention of the Outer Gods. They were a stain in his eyes; unruly, improper, undisciplined, wild, and out of control. They acted like brazen, uncivilized, savage humans. Absolutely sickening, and horrible influences for his daughter. He made a mental note to make sure they never breathed anywhere near his Pearl.

Hades thought deeply. To murder a fellow god, especially one of Mimir's status, would warrant immediate imprisonment in Tartarus. It was a prison that was impossible for any being to escape from. The Outer Gods were reckless, but surely they wouldn't want to risk their freedom?

Some of them were Supreme Gods however, he reminded himself. It wouldn't surprise him if one of them decided they wanted to bring the Norse Pantheon down a peg or two if it meant increasing their own Pantheon's power...

"You are certain it was one of us?" Hades asked seriously.

"Yes," Odin stated grimly. "I had Mimir hidden miles deep below my palace, in a maze designed by my own hand. Thousands of illusions, enchantments, curses, and monsters had been placed in there, and yet someone managed to travel through it all and find him. It was either a Supreme God... or someone on the level of one. Either way, I want them found."

"You got it, Odin," Shiva stretched his arms out. "You want 'em dead or alive?"

"Alive, of course." He replied darkly. "They need to serve their punishment after all."

They all nodded in understanding, and finally parted ways. Hades turned just in time to see Percy angrily storm away from a stunned Loki. His face lit up at the sight of her and he quickly approached.

"Percy," he smiled, and the angry expression on her face melted away when she looked up at him.

"Oh," she blushed a little. "Hi, Uncle Hades—"

"—Come. We're leaving." Poseidon appeared at her side, took her hand, and teleported away with her.

Hades' smile fell and his shoulders dropped. He was left staring at the spot his niece once occupied. He just wanted to talk to her... but of course his brother got in the way. Again.

He was about to turn around and ask Loki for a sip of his mead when Persephone and Demeter stepped into his path.

"Oh no," he groaned. "Not you two again."

Demeter cocked her head back in offense, but Persephone didn't care for it. "That was a pitiful scene, my lord," she frowned at him, like she was actually disappointed. "You let her leave? Just like that?"

"I do not wish to entertain whatever asinine ideas you've cooked up in your heads," Hades sighed heavily. "Leave me be."

"Don't you wish to marry her, brother?" Demeter asked urgently. "Why have you not asked for her hand yet, you fool!"

"Because Poseidon wants to marry her and I cannot go against a father's wishes when it comes to his daughter," Hades deadpanned. "There is nothing I can do. It wasn't like my marriage to Persephone. Zeus allowed me to take her."

Persephone only shook her head. "My lord, I thought you were smarter than this."

Hades suppressed his glare. "Do not—"

"—Requiring the father's permission is merely a requirement for Greek marriages." She pointed out the obvious.

He raised a brow. "Yes, and?"

The corners of her lips lifted up into a sly smirk. "Well... haven't you thought of following a different custom?"

— author's note —

* I struggled to find eulogies used in old nordic times, so I used this stanza from the Hávamál (an Old Norse poem)

** Outer Gods is a term used in the latest ROR spinoff manga: Apocalypse of the Gods. It's basically a label for the 'black sheep' of divine society; gods that are unruly, uncontrollable, don't follow the rules etc. 

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