Son of Odin

Hungover

What Percy expected was an arrow to the face. His night with Apollo and Aphrodite had gone well, he actually found himself enjoying the scene, right up until Apollo made Percy chase him down a one way street and then vanished right as the girls all found Percy. He was ravished and torn but thankfully there was no mental or physical damage done to the Norse demi-god. The thing that scared him the most was Artemis' impeccable timing. She'd decided to Iris message him right when his shirt was ripped off and Apollo started running. Bad, very bad timing if you asked Percy. He found himself silently trekking his way through the cold forest. Apollo had drunkenly dumped him miles away from Artemis' camp site, and that was without him getting a chance to don his armor. He had the ability to summon it through Yggdrasil, but only when there was an enemy close by, until then, he was forced to hold his ripped shirt around his muscled body.

"State your business, boy." Percy heard one of the hunters shout out with distaste as he neared the perimeter. It was Thalia, thankfully for him he was basically lightning proof. "Morning Thals. I really need to get to my tent before you start trying to kill me today. Apollo kinda' didn't bother giving me back any of my armor or even a set of normal clothes.

"Ah, Apollo." Thalia muttered, swirling the name around her mouth like it was poison. It was then that the young hunter noticed that Percy was cradling the tattered remains of his shirt over the now barely exposed part of his body. She realized what he'd meant about the clothes thing.

A few minutes later and Percy had found his way to his tent that had been put up on the second night, that way he didn't have to sleep in the hammock if there was a storm. Artemis was prejudice, she wasn't unfair. The tent was tiny though and Percy found that he'd only brought enough spare clothes for a day, so he really needed to either get some more or find a way to summon his armor back again without being faced off with a monster trying to rip his head off.

A few minutes later after he'd changed into something more appropriate he'd collapsed on the rough bedding of his tent. He'd not slept for quite some time and he'd need some way to get the rest of the alcohol out of his system.

He was awoken by something wooden and sturdy repeatedly tapping his foot. "Ugh." He grunted, the taste of vodka still present in his mouth. "Wake up Perseus." Artemis told him carefully. He brought himself out of the tent and stretched his back, a satisfying series of pops indicated the spinal disks all falling into place after an uncomfortable sleep.

"Good morning milady." He said with a bow that caused him great pain as the blood rushed to his head. Artemis smiled when he winced from it. "I severely apologize if my actions last night caused problems. If I may be so bold as to blame another. Your brother was the one that suggested alcohol." Percy grinned slightly. Artemis frowned but accepted that anyway.

"You're going to have to make up for it but I can look past it." She said, keeping her face as neutral as possible, but on the inside she was secretly smiling, not because of the Iris message, but because of his earlier actions towards the Goddess. Percy seemed to look at Artemis properly for the first time that day. Could it have been her? No, surely not, plus the eyes were all wrong. He laughed about it which caused Artemis to frown slightly.

"What's so funny Perseus?" She demanded immediately. He paled before regaining his confidence on the matter because of her sudden outburst.

"It's just that while I was out last night, I could have sworn that I saw you. The woman was a little older, but it would have been exactly what you'd look like, auburn hair tied up in a bun. The perfect silver dress. Even her face looked exactly like yours, but it was the eyes, they weren't silver." Percy told her, he was no longer looking at Artemis but more gazing into the distance as if struggling to remember the finer details of the night. When he recalled that the woman from last night couldn't have been Artemis he seemed to frown slightly. What was it about her that had captured Percy's interest? She was a maiden Goddess for Odin's sake. Three thousand years strong in her man hating ways and yet Percy couldn't help but be drawn towards her. It was almost as if Odin himself was pushing him forwards "Damn that all seeing eye of his." Percy muttered quietly. Artemis heard it but ignored it.

"Well, I wasn't anywhere but hunting with Phoebe and Atalanta." Artemis told him, but the moment she said it she realized her mistake, Percy MUST have been able to recognize them this morning, unless he was THAT drunk? Percy shrugged at the Goddess of the hunt.

"I take great pride in the fact that Apollo is in a much worse condition than I am." He sighed as he placed a hand over his face, everything was hurtling at him way too fast for his senses to catch.

"You out-drank Apollo?" Artemis looked at him in surprise, Percy must have had some serious tolerance to alcohol if he managed to do that. The sun God had been playing with alcohol since it had first become a thing of pleasure.

"Yeah, then Hermes, then these four dude that challenged me, then Ares after he'd been there for about half an hour then finally I drew with Dionysus, he's got some serious alcoholism to consider." Percy mumbled the last part but it didn't go unheard. Artemis didn't even know what to sat to that, he'd out-drunk a Goddess and four Gods one of which had a main domain in the damn stuff!

"So what of my duties today milady? What do I have to do to earn the trust of a few more? I really don't want to be Thalia's showcase, but it's up to you." He told her. He was reminding her of his words the previous night, that despite what her hunters did to him, he was finding himself at ease around Artemis more and more.

"Come, I want you to teach the girls some new forms of combat, and before you complain, I KNOW you're proficient with the lot of weapons that your watch can change into." Artemis told him. Percy looked at his wrist.

"How did you know that Yggdrasil was my watch?" He asked her curiously. Artemis felt like face palming, Percy could be quite dense some times.

"You told me that Yggdrasil was the Norse tree of life no? The watch has a tree design, so I assumed that was where the seven foot pole of death had gone." She answered him with a snide smirk.

"Whatever." He conceded before following Artemis to the camp below them. Percy just had jeans and a shirt on, nothing fancy like his previous night.

"Girls, gather round. Perseus is going to teach you something new today, providing that he's not an idiot." Artemis told them all casually. Percy smiled and took it on the shoulder. The watch glimmered on his wrist before extending and reforming around his hand until he was holding his pole in hand.

"What form of combat would you like to learn today? I can teach you a multitude of sword fighting, pole arms including spears, or I can show you how to take down a heavy opponent, much like myself." Percy asked, turning his weapon into a huge war-hammer that he stuck the handle of in the ground before casually sitting on top of it.

"So if you teach us how to take down a heavy opponent, will we get to try with you?" Phoebe asked, interested in the prospect of trying to hurt the male hunter. At the same time she felt like she owed him her respect because of his drunken actions in trying to protect her. She could have handled it herself but Percy thought she was just a regular mortal and protected her, he was beginning to show his true colors, and that was what she respected, the same went for Atalanta, but she was fair to him from the beginning.

"Of course. Here's what you gotta' do." Percy stood and swung his war-hammer, but before it struck anyone it shortened in length until it looked much the same as the common images of Thor's hammer. You could tell that it was not however, anything like Thor's hammer as it emanated raw power. Percy's armor also magically started to form around his body, the chain links connecting perfectly with one another. He then continued to explain how to disarm and disable someone that was built like he was and to Artemis' surprise, each of the girls listened on without interrupting him whatsoever. The lesson had been going well until Artemis felt a prompt at the back of her mind, she was being summoned, and Percy was to be brought with her.