Snowfall

Bobbleheads

Thalia was proud of herself. She really shouldn't be, multiple gods would probably smite her for this, but it was too good of an opportunity to resist. Besides, it felt good to piss off the gods every once in a while.

The first person she decided to show off to was Percy. Partially because he would find this just as hilarious as her and partially so that he could keep them. She couldn't take them with her and the hunters and Percy was the second best option.

Which meant she was now at his apartment door knocking. She hopes he was home. If not, Sally would be okay, as long as it wasn't nobody. Or Paul. That would just be awkward. Luckily, Sally opened the door.

"Thalia! What a nice surprise! Come on in!" Thalia stepped into the homely condo, thinking about how long it had been since she'd been in here.

"Thals?" Percy came into the living room, looking at her curiously. "What are you doing here?"

"I've got something to show you, and hopefully you can keep ahold of it for me." Thalia held up the bag in her hand to show him.

"This better be good then. You would never come visit for something minor." Thalia grinned following him back to his bedroom. Percy sat down on the edge of his bed and Thalia joined him, dumping out the contents of the bag.

Percy's eyes bulged "No way!" He gasped, lifting up one of the boxes. There was a bobblehead of an elderly man with a long, white beard and white curly hair, bare-chested with a tunic wrapped around his groin. In his hand, he held a golden trident. The box named the toy Poseidon.

"Awesome, isn't it?" Thalia said, nudging her cousin. Percy nodded. "Amazing how inaccurate mortals can be." Percy pried open the box, freeing the bobblehead from its confines. He rested the toy in his palm, running his eyes over the whole figure.

"Always so old fashioned. Why can't they believe Poseidon would wear swim trunks and a tropical shirt instead of a toga?" Percy asked incredulously.

"Because mortals can't believe the Greek gods would be alive in mortal times," Thalia scoffed. "You want to tell them that Poseidon wears tropical Caribbean clothes on a daily basis?"

"No," Percy muttered, opening the Zeus box. Thalia found the recreation of her mistress and laughed at how much the mortals failed. The bobblehead showed her in a long, silver dress with long shimmery hair to match. Her skin was paper white, and though Artemis was quite pale, she was nowhere near how much they showed on here. There was a fawn curled around her legs, the head nudging the palm of its goddess.

"So you want me to keep these for you?" Percy asked, popping Demeter out of her plastic cage.

"Not like I can, so yes, I do. You will, right?"

Percy laughed. "Of course! How could I pass up the chance to own these terrible recreations?"

"Everyone else I can think of would've for fear of being smited," Thalia answered.

"The gods need to be kicked in the face every so often," Percy replied. "Zeus needs to learn not to throw a tantrum when things don't go his way."

"You make him sound like a toddler," Thalia commented while extracting Apollo.

"He acts like a toddler with lightning most of the time." Thunder rumbled and Percy went over to the window, opened it up, and showed the sky his middle finger in the universal sign for 'fuck off.'

"Damn, you've got almost as much guts as I do," Thalia remarked after Percy had retreated back inside.

"Is that a challenge?" Percy smirked.

Thalia grinned. "Now it is. Where's the closest place where mortals won't hear us?"

"Probably somewhere within Central Park would be the best bet. Why?"

"First one to annoy the gods wins. You in?"

"Hell yeah. Let's go."