Legacy of Asgard

Who Ordered These Pizzas?

Ch.36

The entire throne room fell into complete silence. Gods and demigods alike stared at the man, unsure if he was joking or if he was some was strange lost mortal stumbling upon the throne room of the gods. Of course that was impossible but it seemed to have slipped their minds for the moment. The only person in the room showing any emotion other than confusion was Frank, who looked like he was seconds from wetting himself but nobody seemed to have noticed the look of terror on his face.

The golden haired man raised an eyebrow as he looked at the collection of beings in the room. If he was shocked to find giant beings seated in thrones surrounded by an odd collection of kids and teenagers in full ancient Greek and Roman battle armor, he made no indication.

He walked a little further into the room, the demigods giving him a wide berth as he made his way to the center of the room, stopping a few feet away from where Percy was on a knee, still chained to the floor.

Zeus seemed to come out of stupor, "Who are you? How did you even get up here?"

The man opened his mouth to reply when the throne rooms doors opened again. Every head in the room snapped to the back where more than a few people started to think they were going crazy as they looked at who walked in.

In the throne room walked a man in a blue polo shirt. A Domino's Pizza logo was emblazoned on the front and he had identical slicked back golden hair but this guy was wearing a mustache that looked stupidly obvious that it wasn't real. It was the exact same man as the guy with the map except this one walked in looking down at a piece of paper in one hand and a trio of pizzas in the other.

"I've got 3 pepperoni pizzas for a Hugh G. Wreckshin." He announced loudly to the room.

Silence reigned supreme as everyone in the room looked too stunned to even respond.

"Hugh G. Wreckshin?" The man called with a straight face. "Three pies for a Hugh G. Wreckshin?"

The room remained silent until it was broken but the quiet laughter of a certain god of messengers who was clutching his caduceus and trying to control himself from breaking out in a fit of laughter.

"What is the meaning of this?" Zeus roared.

The pizza guy held up the piece of paper, "I'm just looking for a Hugh G. Wreckshin..." He asked innocently. "Do you know where I can find a Hugh G. Wrecksin."

Zeus' face turned red with anger. He grew back to his godly height and prepared to launch his bolt at the pizza man when the doors opened yet again.

This time, a man dressed in a mail curriers outfit stepped in. He wore the blue hat with the brim pulled down but his slicked back golden hair was clearly visible hanging out the back. He took a couple steps into the room, standing a few feet away from the other two guests.

"I've got a package here for a Mr. Heywood...Mr. Heywood Jablowmi?" He looked at Zeus and raised an eyebrow, "Heywood Jablowmi?"

The looked of the skies' face went from red to purple as thunder shook the throne room, "ENOUGH! You dare insult a god!" He launched his master bolt at the mail currier who went wide eyed before the bolt passed harmlessly through his chest. He looked up at Zeus and smirked before his form flickered and he vanished.

Zeus turned to the pizza man who had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face as well.

"Who are you?" Zeus thundered.

The man grinned, "Names Dick, which is short for Dixie. Dixie Normous. And I'm looking for a Hugh G. Wreckshin?"

The lord of the skies launched another bolt at the pizza man only for it to harmlessly pass through him as well before the man pouted and flickered out of existence like the mail currier.