Mythology One Shots and Imagines

Zeus- A Long Nap (a)

Dionysus knocked back another jug of wine and in his booming and now slurred voice he commanded everybody else to do the same, at least that is what you think was happening through your blurred vision and frequent between-drink vomit breaks. As per the great god of partying's instructions you raised the jug to your lips and drank until not a drop remained, which was quite a feat when Dionysus would just instantly refill everybody's drink. As your drunk swung by your side like the pendulum in a grandfather clock your vision faded to nothingness, the last thing you heard before fully losing consciousness was Zeus laughing at the weakling that had collapsed.

~ 12 centuries later ~

Zeus groaned deeply and pressed into his temples, his booming voice woke up the whole of Olympus.

"Oh, by my might what the Tartarus happened last night?" The rest of the Olympians awoke, dazed from their millennium long slumber. With all the groans and shuffling, you would think that the undead were making their way through the home of the gods.

"Does anybody have any food?" Dionysus lay slouched against a pillar, leaning upon Hera.

"Dio, this always happens when you throw a party... did you not learn after last time?" You called out annoyed to the man whose beard was now ninety-nine percent dried wine.

"Oh, be quiet and go and check the sacrifice bowl will you?" He reached out for a cup of water but did not hit his target, instead he knocked over a clay pot, causing it to shatter against the table.

"You go and get it you lazy oaf!" The heavens were still spinning quite substantially.

"Oh, stop being children." Hera tried to stand up from her previous spot and once on her feet, hopped around like a spring bunny trying to regain her balance.

"My back." She yelled out, rubbing her spine and trying to stretch out the issue. "Maybe I slept funny or something?" she looked down at the floor trying to avoid breaking any more of the cutlery, when her face turned to something of horror.

"Uumm, Chronos, how long have we been asleep?" The half-naked being attempted to stand up, leaning against his razor-sharp scythe.

"Well... last time I checked it was like the ninth century? Tenth century maybe? And now it is..." His face turned ethereally pale. "...the 21st century."

"Chronus!" You yelled out and threw a very stained drinking jug at him, which missed by a long shot.

"Well... Zeus sat up from his throne and waddled down the cracked stone steps that led to the rest of the Olympian's home. At least our subjects still devote themselves to our worship... right?"

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Written by Aaron.