Son of Odin

Flexing Power

Percy walked up to his tent and looked at the small and confined space that it was. No offense to the other hunters and even Artemis herself, but he couldn't live in this if he didn't have to. He outstretched his hand, time for him to see just how powerful he'd become.

"What are you doing Perseus?" Artemis asked him. Percy turned around and curbed his palm, no longer wanting it to do what he'd been planning. He didn't exactly want to have to explain to Zeus that he'd accidentally killed his daughter.

"Oh, just trying to see whether or not I can give myself some better sleeping arrangements milady." He told her with a bow. That annoyed her the most; that he was still bowing to her. She was certain that he was above her and that she was the one that should be bowing.

"I told you to stop doing that." She told him carefully. He stood at full height and did that trademark smile of his that sent a chill down her spine, causing her to involuntarily shiver. He didn't seem to notice it though thankfully.

"And I told you to stop calling me Perseus. Call me Percy or I'll call you milady." He told her equally as empowering. His words held an air of authority that Artemis found made her feel like she just wanted to worship him. No, that was bad, she was the Goddess here. "Fine, Percy, what are you doing?" She asked him, a lot of effort in her words.

He smiled again, Gods why was his smile so alluring to her, since become Chaos' champion that smile had become perfect. She realized that if Gods could dream, that would be all she'd think about. "I'm glad you asked me that Artemis. I'm going to use some power I have to destroy this tent effortlessly, then I'm going to create my own tent, much more to my liking." Percy told her, a flash of his white teeth told her that he was using powers that he hadn't yet had a chance to perfect. Overhead was the strong radiance of the sun and she knew that if anything went wrong, Apollo's chariot would come blasting down to the earth. That was a sight that she would pay to see.

"Go ahead, but keep your aim this time." She said, taking his arm and lowering it a bit. Percy noticed the close contact she was giving him. Did she know? Was she doing this on purpose to torment him? He knew that he could never have what he wanted the most, was she just playing around with him because of that? The scent of cinnamon crept into his nose and his senses were sent into an ecstasy of sorts as he tried to place that very same scent. But he couldn't, his mind just couldn't escape this moment. He nodded and when he focused on the tent he opened his palm once again and instead of a lightning bolt coming out it was like a wave of black water shot from his fingertips. The wave incinerated anything artificial that it came into contact with and soon enough he had an empty canvas ready to be shaped to his will. The show of power had drained him considerably but he was far from done yet.

He decided to kneel for the creation aspect of this, for if it was as taxing as destroying the tent was, he doubted that he'd be able to sustain himself consciously afterwards. He splayed both of his hands out and inch by inch a new tent formed as an exact replica as the last one except for the front flap. It had a seal on it which looked like the tattoo that he used to have on his wrist. When he was done there were beads of sweat running down his face and he looked pale.

Artemis badly wanted to just embrace him and let him sleep in her arms but she knew that as exposed as they were the God of annoyance would see them and tell Zeus of what he'd seen. She couldn't show him any affection, not this openly at least. After he was done it took all of his strength to place his hand on the Valknut stone pad on the tent door. "I Perseus son of Odin place my permission over this door to those who I deem are worthy to enter." His hand fell away and he collapsed. Artemis quickly scooped him up. It must have been a tiring day for the demi-god from the start, but she never expected that she'd be doing this.

She hesitated to open his tent because of his words, but she hoped that in his eyes she was 'worthy'. She managed to get into the tent with no resistance whatsoever though and found that past the low entrance, the inside was nothing compared to the outside. They were in a big hallway. The floor was white with similar colored walls but as it got to the ceiling she found that it was no simple paint job. The ceiling reflected the skies of Valhalla, with Yggdrasil, the tree of life perfectly shaped on a far wall. It seemed so far away and like his tent was actually a gateway to Asgard but she noticed the edge of the walls cut off into a fall into an ocean below them. It WAS a gateway to Asgard but they could not go past this point for it was nothing more than a visual gateway.

She opened a door slightly to her right, Percy still unconscious in her arms and found that it was a bedroom. She couldn't believe that here she was, guiding a male, no, a man into his bedroom, and actually hoping for his recovery. It was just unheard of. She gently put the sleeping demi-god down on the bed and looked down at his pale sweating form.

"Oh Percy, what have you done to me?" She asked looking down at possibly the only man she would ever have feelings for in her entire life. Just as she was staring at his closed eyes, he woke up and stared right back into hers.