Perseus

Getting to Know Each Other

"Afraid so, Muscle Man." I chuckled absently, looking at Thor sympathetically. He gave me an odd glance but soon returned his attention to Zeus.

"So, Thor, care to explain why you were wreaking havoc in New Mexico? And more importantly: in my domain?"

I rolled my eyes at the lightning god's priorities, but kept my mouth shut.

"It was not my intention to cause a panic, Zeus." Thor spoke clearly in his rich accent. I couldn't pinpoint it, but combined with his quiet but deep voice it sounded captivating.

"You will address me as Lord, child." Zeus corrected arrogantly.

"I am not a child, 'Lord Zeus', I am the prince of Asgard, controller of lightning, wielder of Mjölnir, and I will not be disrespected—especially not by you."

Zeus raised his hand, the Master Bolt sparkling threateningly. I scoffed, drawing the attention of the Olympians (plus one).

"As much as I would like to see how this brilliant plan of yours ends, Lord Zeus, I think we should hear our guest out before trying to smite him."

Silence was the only reply I was met with, so I kept speaking.

"Thank you. Now Thor, can you please elaborate as to how you ended up in New Mexico?"

The blonde man turned in his chair to face me as he spoke.

"A disagreement with my father. He is punishing me, as well is trying to teach me something, I believe, by sending me here."

I nodded. "And your father is...?"

"Odin, King of Asgard,"

"Naturally. And please enlighten us as to where one would find Asgard?"

Thor looked at me skeptically. "It is one of the Nine Realms."

"He is speaking on tongues!" Zeus cried. I considered arguing, but decided to let him have his moment, however bratty or annoying it may be.

"Or," Apollo suggested, head resting on his palm, "he's making perfect sense and we just don't understand it."

Dionysus looked up from his wine magazine just long enough to disagree.

"I don't know, he sounds crazy to me." His eyes sparked on the word crazy, turning from the color of wine to a roaring purple fire. Despite all I've been through, it sent chills down my spine to see.

Thor raised his finger and opened his mouth as if to make a point, but he was interrupted.

"Of course it sounds crazy to you, you old drunk, you weren't paying any attention!" The outburst came from an annoyed Aphrodite, pointing a hairbrush accusingly at the Olympian in question.

"Says the one who spends the whole time doing their makeup!"

Screams and protests followed.

"That's not fair! My case if different."

"Fair? You want to talk about fair? I AM LORD OF THE GODDAMN UNDERWORLD! DO YOU KNOW HOW STRESSFUL THAT IS? AND WOULD IT KILL YOU-"

"Ha, 'kill you'. Nice one-"

"SO HELP ME YOU SON OF A B-"

"HADES, YOU WILL NOT CURSE IN THIS THRONE ROOM!"

"DI IMMORTALS, HERA, YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!"