Aquaman? Whoops, Wrong Universe: A Percy Jackson Marvel Crossover

Chapter 8: Percy

After that... interesting encounter at breakfast, the room felt too stuffy and crowded for my tastes. So, naturally, I snuck out of the room when no one was looking and started wandering down the hallways. Hopefully, Thor wasn't quite as big as an idiot as I had assumed, and he wouldn't accidentally (or purposefully) tell everyone my big bad secret.

I had to admit, it was a little fun to watch the Avengers trying to wrap their brains around things that were just out of reach. But on the other hand, I was genuinely worried. The Greek world was a strange, labyrinthine (literally), and complex thing. Just knowing about it could drive a mortal crazy. But I knew the Avengers were smart. I wasn't so much scared for their sanity, so much as for their lives.

Defeating Loki at the Battle of New York was one thing. Loki and Thor... they weren't exactly gods, per se. Not these aspects of them. They could die, quite easily. Their powers were limited. Fighting off true gods, titans, giants, monsters... that took a lot more than a few simple trick arrows and hand-to-hand combat skills to survive. Their training really just wasn't compatible with the type of threat I faced.

"Why are you here?" Thor asked, startling me from my thoughts. I wheeled around, seeing him standing proudly behind me. The guy could be quiet when he wanted to, I guessed.

"Your gracious  teammates are forcing me to live here," I replied.

Thor furrowed his brow. "Why?"

"They think I'm a terrorist."

"Nonsense! You are a mighty hero. I think. You're that  Percy Jackson, right? I have heard stories of your exploits. You did a few favors for the gods, I believe."

A few? I wanted to scream. Recognition from the gods wasn't something I'd ever get, I supposed.

"Yeah I did," I said, gritting my teeth. "I have a rather... suspicious track record to the mortals. The situations I end up in don't add up for them. This isn't your main aspect, is it?" I asked, changing the subject. It probably would've been better if he was. The rest of the gods were lazy, honor-less, and jerks. At least this version of Thor seemed to be looking out for the greater good. He was technically a superhero, after all. 

Thor frowned. "No. Other me is sleeping right now, I think. He seems to do that a lot."

"Figures," I muttered.

"Why did you stop me from telling them of your heritage?"

I resisted the temptation to slap my forehead, and tried to remain polite. Or at least sarcastic in a way the guy wouldn't understand it. "Because. If they know about me, monsters will be even more drawn to this place. Also, I don't go around dishing my secrets out to everyone I meet. Do you?" I asked, before I could stop myself on the last bit. 

"No," he replied simply.

"Is there any way you could... get me out of here?" 

"I'm afraid not, Son of Poseidon."

"Of course you can't," I said solemnly.

"Perhaps I could... sway their opinions on you, however."

I brightened up. "You can convince them I'm not an evil mastermind?"

"Maybe. I will try."

Gods had never showed me much kindness, except maybe my father or Hestia. The rest of them couldn't care less about me. But this version of the god of thunder seemed much more heroic than the one I had heard about through my secondary source, Annabeth. That Thor was lazy, arrogant, and overall uninvolved, like the majority of the deities lounging in our world.