Perseus

6 Months Later

It was three in the morning when I got the call.

Normally I would have been up reading at this time, but last night was... difficult. I needed a distraction. Inviting over a trio of dryads I had befriended and some of the friendlier gods (namely Hestia, Psyche, and a immortal son of Aphrodite), I tried my damn hardest to forget some bad war memories.

Careful not to wake up everyone who had decided to sleep over in my temple, I rolled out of bed and walked to where an Iris-Message was glowing in the corner.

"Hey Fleecy," I greeted, digging around in my nightstand drawer for a spare drachma. For a second it looked like no one was going to respond, but then Iris' right-hand gal answered.

"Hey there, Percy! It's been a long time since I've heard from you. You've got a call, by the way."

I laughed, picturing Fleecy in my mind. Frank, Hazel, and I had discovered the girl a long, long time ago, before the war. It was nice to know that she hasn't changed a bit.

"Yeah, I've noticed. Here you go." I threw in the golden coin ending our conversation and answering whoever was actually trying to contact me.

"Perseus!" A familiar voice called out. Through the rainbow was none other than Thor, my favorite blonde Asgardian. Well, he was the only Asgardian I knew... 

"Thor! What's up, man? How've you been?"

It's been six months since Thor and I first met and after that I've only seen him twice; once when I helped him retrieve his hammer and again when I set him up with the brilliant Jane Foster.

"I've been better, I'll admit. It's Loki, you see. He's gone... missing, for lack of a better word. A few days ago, Loki went to visit an 'old friend'. We haven't heard word of him since, and he was supposed to return 36 hours ago at the latest. Could you please help? I know it's a lot to ask, but-"

"Thor of course I'll help," I cut in. "Ms. O'Leary is an excellent tracker. I'll be ready and waiting in five minutes outside the Empire State Building."

Thor heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Pers-Percy. I'll have Heimdall send you to Asgard."

He cut through the IM, ending our chat. I whistled loudly a moment afterward, summoning the friendly hellhound left to me after Nico died.

Then I changed out of my usual get up: a white button up shirt and black jeans. Brushing my hand across my shoulder, my shirt was replaced with traditional Greek armor. Underneath it was my old orange CHB shirt. A pang of guilt struck through me, but I pushed it aside for later.

Next to go were he jeans. Just in case things escalated while looking for Thor's problematic, moody, alchemist half-brother, I preferred to wear some denim shorts. That way I would be able to move around easier and stay cooler.

Together, Ms. O'Leary and I walked out of Olympus and the building below it.

The next series of events were a bit of a blur. A very colorful beam of light enveloped me and for a split second all I could think was 'oh gods, I'm getting abducted'.

I did not get abducted. Instead I was greeted by a man with in a golden room. I blinked. He blinked back. Then realization hit me and I shouted out in surprise.

"Oh! Oh, you must be Heimdall! Hi! Am I on Asgard? Where's Thor? Why is-holy cow are we in space? How am I breathing? Wait, scratch that, I don't actually need to breathe. I'm Percy by the way! Very nice to meet you. Do you speak Eng-"

"Hello, Percy," Heimdall spoke loudly, effectively cutting off my rant. "Thor is waiting in Odin's palace for you."

"Okay. Tell me, does being in space affect my powers?"

"No, Percy."

That was good news. I took in a deep breath, then flashed myself to Thor.

I appeared in a throne room of sorts, with one huge golden throne and a smaller, more elegant one. Sitting in the gold one was an old man, dressed in green and gold robes which covered golden armor. Resting on his face was a, get this, golden eyepatch. Whoever this man was, he sure has a taste for precious metals.

A younger looking lady, one who reminded me of Hera but looked way nicer, sat on the other throne. While the man was glowering at me, she sent me a kind smile and welcomed me.

"Ah, you must be Perseus. Welcome to Asgard. I am Queen Frigga and this is the Allfather, Odin."

I nodded, bowing to Frigga. To Odin, however I did nothing, which I'm sure infuriated him. My godly senses had noticed all kinds of things about him already. He was wise, for starters. Also battle-hardened and tough—perfectly acceptable for a king, but I got the feeling that Frigga was the real parent to Thor and Loki.

"A pleasure, Lady Frigga. And you, Allfather."

I started to turn on my heel when I remembered something: my hellhound.

"Son of a gorgon!" I cursed, quickly doing a loud taxi-cab whistle.

In a matter of seconds, a black blur burst into the room, barking loudly.

"Sorry about that," I apologized, rubbing her on the head.

"Not a problem."

I didn't have the heart to tell Odin I was speaking to the dog.

"I'm going to go find Thor," I threw over my shoulder instead, already turning to make my way out of the room.

Once around the corner, I realized I had no clue where I was going.

"Ms. O'Leary, do you think you could find Thor for me?"

She barked out an answer, sniffing the ground before tearing through the (very nice) halls.

Finally, we found Thor's chambers.

"Blondie!" I called out, running into his room.

Thor, who had been washing his face in a basin, let out a gasp and drew his hammer aiming it straight for my face.

"Percy!" He chided, relaxing. "What were you doing?"

"Finding you. You have way too many pictures of Odin hanging on the halls, by the way. It's borderline obsessive."

Thor disregarded just about everything that came out of my mouth which, at the end of the day, is all a guy could ask for.

"It's good to see you. Are you ready to start our search? I should warn you, it will prove dangerous."

I lifted an eyebrow and smirked. With one hand I continued to stroke Ms. O'Leary and with the other I twirled Riptide.

"Promise?"