Tempestuous Sea

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈!

I talk to Loki,

Ragnarök no more.

I broke Fate whoops!

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PJO Norse demigods, perk up hearing the haiku. They were very much interested in knowing how she got Loki to stop Ragnarök.

Annabeth curled up on the blankets and was snoring as soon as her head hit the ground. Grover fluttered with his flying shoes to the lowest bough of a tree, put his back to the trunk, and stared at the night sky.

"You can sleep you know," Rhea told him. "I'll wake you up if trouble appears."

He nodded but still didn't close his eyes. "It makes me sad, Rhea."

"What does?"

"This." He pointed at all the garbage on the ground. "And the sky. You can't even see the stars. They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr."

Rhea sat beside him. "I agree, the sea is in the same shape in some places, the number of times I accidentally swam in oil ugh." She shuddered. "It's disgusting."

Grover sighed. " At the rate things are going, I'll never find Pan."

"The Lord of the wild," Rhea said, and Grover gave an affirmative hum.

Rhea couldn't tell him the fate of Pan, the Lord of the Wild been holding on for centuries and he's waiting to be found to send his final message and finally ... rest.

RJO Hermes made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Why is it always his sons? He had searched for his son for aeons, but to know that his son was waiting to be found just to send a final message for so long was just heartbreaking.

PJO Hermes' expression was sombre as he remembered the day he got the news of his son's final death from Dionysus after the battle within the camp.

Suddenly Grover fell asleep without a warning, Rhea sighed and turned to look at the one responsible.

"Loki."

"Yahoo~!" Loki suddenly appeared floating in the air in front of her.

"Really Loki? Interrupting her when she was on a quest? Couldn't you have talked to her after she had returned?" RJO Odin reprimanded Loki, exasperated knowing no matter how much he was scolded, Loki would do it again and again.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" RJO Loki snickered.

Now that Rhea thinks about it, Loki's main form of movement is floating in the air, only on rare occasions is he seen walking ... just like his green-haired counterpart.

"You know, with your hair green, you look so much like your counterpart." PJO Nico spoke up, looking at RJO and ROR Loki.

ROR Loki squints his eyes at his RJO counterpart before vehemently shaking his head. "We look nothing alike except the green hair. He has all those...scars. By the way, it was mentioned before that your mouth was sewn shut. Why?"

Loki pursed his lips, not wanting to bring that topic up but decided just to say it. "I lost a bet. I made a deal with some dwarves and then tried to trick them. When they caught me, they wanted to cut off my head, but I argued they couldn't harm my neck. So instead, they sewed my mouth shut to punish me for lying and causing trouble."