In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
or
In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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Being faced with Janus was already enough, but getting dragged by the Queen of Gods made it even worse.
Annabeth had led them onto this quest, Percy's main goal had been to find Juliet, apparently their other companion by the name of Augustus had the same thought and was dragged into the quest too. Percy had been clear about his disapproval but Annabeth had not listened to a word and let Augustus come along.
And now they were having a picnic with Hera instead of looking for Juliet.
He'd seen Hera once before, at a council of the gods, but he hadn't paid much attention to her. At the time he'd been surrounded by a bunch of other gods who were debating whether or not to kill him and he had a paralysed Juliet right beside him.
He didn't remember her looking so normal. Of course, gods are usually seven metres tall when they're on Olympus, so that makes them look a lot less normal. But, now, Hera looked like a regular mom. She served them sandwiches and poured lemonade.
"Grover, dear," she said. "Use your napkin. Don't eat it."
"Yes, ma'am," Grover said.
"Tyson, you're wasting away. Would you like another peanut-butter sandwich?"
Tyson stifled a belch. "Yes, nice lady."
"Queen Hera," Annabeth said. "I can't believe it. What are you doing in the Labyrinth?"
Hera smiled. She flicked one finger and Annabeth's hair combed itself. All the dirt and grime disappeared from her face.
"I came to see you, naturally," the goddess said.
Grover and Percy exchanged nervous looks, Augustus beside them too busy picking out the tomatoes out of his sandwich. Usually when gods come looking for you, it's not out of the goodness of their hearts. It's because they want something.
Still, that didn't keep Percy from chowing down on turkey-and-Swiss-cheese sandwiches and crisps and lemonade. He hadn't realized how hungry he was. Tyson was inhaling one peanut-butter sandwich after another, Grover was loving the lemonade, crunching the Styrofoam cup like an ice-cream cone, Augustus was busy picking out his tomatoes, and it got on Percy's nerves how even in a shitty situation as their he looked prim and proper eating his food.
