Hehehe, I went back and changed the intro quote for Act 1 cuz I felt like it suited it better:

IF PERCY WAS SHITTING ROCKS, then Göll was shitting bricks.

"L-L-Lord Lo-Lok-ki—!" The smaller girl squealed in pure terror.

Loki's eyes traveled over to her and gave her the most sickening smile he could manage.

"Boo~" He said, his eyes glinting wickedly.

Göll's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She nearly dropped to the floor had it not been for Percy catching her and carefully depositing her on the bed.

Well, there goes any hope for moral support, she thought, cursing her luck.

She turned back to Loki and forced herself to smile. "Loki...!" She said with false enthusiasm. "Hey... buddy...! I missed you! I got you some cookies." She motioned lamely towards the Göll's nightstand where she left the box.

"How sweet of you! I'll make sure to enjoy them later~" He purred.

"So, um," she swallowed nervously. "How long have you been here?"

"Oh I've been following you around ever since you and your daddy arrived!" He answered cheerily. "You were supposed to be here for me, weren't you? And yet, you walked around the halls looking for my uncle's stupid Valkyries instead." He sighed miserably, hand placed over his nonexistent heart. "I'm hurt, Percy. Real hurt."

Another gulp. So basically, he managed to sneak in here when Göll pulled her into the room and heard their entire conversation. Great. Just what she needed.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. This couldn't be happening right now. Of all people, why did it have to be Loki? The god with chaos literally in his veins. Nothing good could happen from this!

She thought back to Poseidon and felt her stomach plummet. All that progress, all that joy she felt, and it was about to go tumbling down.

The despair she felt must have been written all over her face because Loki let out a maniacal giggle, licking his lips as if the sight of her was too delectable to resist. He stalked up to her and grabbed her by the chin to pull her face closer.

"Oh dear," he crooned with false sympathy. "Why so glum, dearest?"

She stepped away from him, "Loki, please don't—"

He clicked his tongue and wagged his finger at her. "As much as I adore watching you beg for me, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. You're such a mystery to me, Percy, and I want oh-so-badly to unravel all your pretty little secrets. I'm getting quite impatient listening to your lies after all."

He heaved out a sigh, casually flopping onto the bed beside Göll's unconscious form. His chin rested on his palms, legs swinging up in the air while his purple eyes pierced through hers.

"I'm a god of many things, Percy," he began. "Mischief, trickery, magic... deception," he emphasized, smirking widely at the sight of her rapidly paling face.

Shit! She thought.

He giggled. "Yes, that's right. I knew from the very beginning that you've been lying to everyone. And I know Mnemosyne and the Valkyries are in on whatever little secret you have. Or had in this case." He chortled to himself.

"Soooo," he drawled out. "Are you gonna spill? Because you've really got me hooked with everything I heard! Different universes, different gods... you not being Poseidon's daughter."

Her breath hitched at that. Months of memories with him flashed through head. She had everything she ever wanted, and just like that it was going to be gone.

Her hand itched for Riptide. There was a horrible urge to run him through with her sword. She could not afford to lose this happiness now. Not when it was finally in her grasp.

Loki sat up on the bed. "Oh dear. That look on your face... I can't tell if you want to kill me or start crying."

She couldn't tell either.

He got up, approaching her to carefully wipe away a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek. "Now, now," he chided. "No need to look so afraid, Percy! You act as if I'm going to go running around Valhalla and expose you!"

His words made her freeze. For a brief second, she felt her body relax before tensing up again. This was Loki. She couldn't let her guard down around him, especially not now.

"You're... not?" She asked wearily.

"No of course not!" He laughed jovially, as if her life wasn't on the line. "If I went spilling the beans, Poseidon would have your head, and I just can't allow that. I do rather like you, Percy. Do you remember the day you came to apologize for attacking me?"

AROUND THREE MONTHS AGO...

This is all Beelzebub's fault, Percy thought in annoyance as Hades led her through the halls of Odin's palace.

"While I'm proud that you are choosing to apologize for your prior actions, are you really sure you want to do this?" Hades asked her, looking concerned. "Loki is not... the most forgiving of gods."

She nodded, resolute. "Yeah. It was my fault—" Sorta. "—So I should apologize."

Poseidon and Loki hated her guts now. She had to try and make amends with the latter. The less gods that hated her, the better.

Hades sighed, but nodded in acceptance. "If only your father could learn from you..." She heard him mutter under his breath.

She pretended not to hear that.

Suddenly Hades stopped walking. Percy stopped alongside him, wondering what was wrong until she heard it too. A pair of footsteps followed by a jolly whistling tune. Loki turned around the corner and spotted them, though she knew he had already sensed the two of them.

"Lord Hades!" He exclaimed with faux cheer. "And... you." His smile tightened when his gaze turned to her. "A little birdy told me you were looking for me? What for, hmm?"

Hades opened his mouth to speak, but Percy beat him to it. "I wanted to talk to you," she blurted out, biting the inside of her cheek. "I mean... if that's okay."

She looked down. Her nerves were slipping. She almost hoped he would tell her to just scram and she could just go back to Adamas' palace and be on her merry way.

"Fine," Loki said in a clipped tone. "You. Come with me."

She turned back to her uncle. "I'll be fine," she reassured him.

Hades frowned, but she was already following after the green haired god.

She had no idea where Loki was taking her, but her mind roamed with possibilities. The dungeons? A torture chamber? Maybe once they were out of Hades' vision he would teleport the two of them to some random forest in the middle of the night and kill her?

She hadn't been expecting his bedroom though.

His bedroom was green. Very, very green. It was as big as her room back in Poseidon and Adamas' palace and surprisingly neat. There was a grand bookshelf at the corner (she didn't know he could read!), a writing desk placed off to the side (he could write?!), and a large TV where she could see familiar game consoles plugged nearby it.

The walls and ceiling seemed to be made of some sort of glowing green material. She could see magical ancient runes on the walls that were written in what she believed to be Old Norse. As she got closer, the runes would turn into moving pictures. She recognized Odin and Thor, but there were some people she didn't recognize. Loki trying to wrap his arms around a gigantic serpent. Loki sitting atop of a giant wolf. Loki combing the mane of an eight-legged wolf. And so forth.

Before she could look any further, Loki sat at the edge of his bed and sighed loudly. "Well?" He said impatiently. "What are you here for? Spit it out."

She internally groaned. Well, here goes nothing...

"I... um, well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry," she began awkwardly. "About... you know, what I did back then. I accused you of some stuff and attacked you without waiting to hear you out, and I even got you in trouble too. That was pretty shitty of me, so I'm sorry."

His expression turned eerily blank. She tried not to fidget on the spot, but his stare was getting pretty intense.

Her eyes darted to the door. Maybe I should just go...

She cleared her throat. "Um... yeah. I'll just, uh, be going now."

She only managed to take three steps to the door before Loki flashed before her, his once blank face now replaced by a wide grin that spelled nothing good.

"You know, Percy," he began, practically brimming with chaotic excitement as he threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. "I was wrong about you."

"Uh—"

"—I think you and I will get along quite well! Let's be friends~!"

Percy could do nothing but sputter as he dragged her away from the door and further into his bedroom.

NOW

Loki let out a dreamy sigh as he recalled that 'fateful' day.

"I'll be honest, I was pretty excited when you came to me. You were making things so easy for me, you know? I wanted to kill you, slit your pretty little throat in front of your own uncle or maybe rip your head off. But I didn't. Do you want to know why I decided to let you go that day?"

"Because you're a nice person deep down and you don't actually wanna hurt an innocent kid?" Percy guessed hopefully.

"HAH! You're funny," he snickered. "No, no. I let you go because that was the first time you didn't lie. Ever since I met you, it was lie after lie. I didn't really mind it, it just made me all the more curious about you, but maaan did you really piss me off that day you got me in deep shit with my uncle. But after all those lies you spilled from your pretty lips, the first time you actually said something genuine to me was to apologize. And I thought to myself, 'oh she's just the sweetest thing ever! I just wanna gobble her all up~' and I changed my mind on tormenting you until you broke. Aren't I kind?"

"...Sure."

She was pretty sure the real reason he let her go was because killing her would be the end of his entertainment, but she wasn't about to say that out loud.

Percy's previous terror had faded away, but there was still a slight apprehension in her stance. Loki said he wouldn't spill the beans to anyone, but he was still unpredictable. Who knew what he was thinking inside that crazy head of his.

"So... you're gonna let me go now?" She was about ready to bolt for it.

He snorted. "No, don't be stupid. After everything I just heard? I want to hear every single juicy secret you, Mnemosyne, and the Valkyries have been hiding, so spill it."

Her jaw dropped. "Are you kidding? I know you said you wouldn't tell anyone, but you're, like, the god of gossip!"

He shrugged. "I'm not really giving you much of a choice, but if you want to be this way then..." He trailed off, turning away to skip merrily for the door. "Oh, Lord Poseeeiiiidoooo—MMPH!" She quickly ran over to cover his mouth.

"Oh no you don't," she glowered up at him, nails digging into the skin around his mouth. "I have worked way too fucking hard to get that man to tolerate me enough to not kill me for simply breathing! You will NOT ruin my hard work, do you hear me?!"

He stared at her, wide-eyed, and then—

"UGH!" She pulled her hand away. "You LICKED me!"

She hastily wiped her hand on Göll's blankets and sent a mental apology to the unconscious Valkyrie.

"That was kinda hot," Loki said breathlessly, grinning like an idiot.

"Of all the Lokis I could've ended up with," she murmured up into the ceiling. "And it couldn't be Tom Hiddleston."

"Stop stalling, just tell me already!" He said giddily, like a high school girl waiting to hear the latest gossip. A comparison that did not provide her with any comfort.

Loki was right—she didn't really have much of a choice here. She had to tell him the truth. If she tried to deceive him in any way, he would know. This was like Beelzebub all over again!

She let out a groan. Fucking fine. "Remember the whole situation with the bifrost and how everyone thinks it, erm, gave birth to me? Somehow?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Well, that's not true at all. It didn't give birth to me, it teleported me here. I'm from another, um... alternate universe? Kind of? I don't really know how to explain it—" being the science nerd was Beelzebub's job, "—but where I'm from, there are Greek gods there too and I'm the daughter of that universe's Poseidon. So... yeah. I got randomly sent here, and some people are trying to help me find a way back."

"Mnemosyne, the Valkyries, and that Beelzebub weirdo, right? I heard the little one mention him," he waved a dismissive hand towards Göll's direction.

She nodded. "Yup. Like you, he found out and made me tell the truth. Now he's helping us."

He quirked a brow. "Oddly nice of him... Let me guess, he's trying to access other universes in hopes of finding some means to kill himself?"

Her eyes widened. "Whoa, how'd you know?"

"Oh I've met him some centuries ago. Tried to get a rise outta him and all that, and kept prodding him for information. He told me rather bluntly that he wanted to die and asked me to kill him. I didn't want to give him what he wanted, but I was so bored with him anyway that I decided to leave him alone. Seems he hasn't changed since then." He shrugged.

Damn. Who knew all she needed to do to get Loki to leave her alone was to act like a boring, depressed, old man?

"Oh!" Another question came to mind. "Remember when we first met?"

"Unfortunately," she sighed.

"After you nearly tumbled into the fountain and I caught you, you did something weird," he recalled. "You tried to convince me that I didn't see you use your powers and snapped your fingers. Were you trying to do magic or something? If so, you suck at it."

She groaned in embarrassment. She had almost forgotten about that. "I was trying to manipulate the Mist—it's this thing we have in my universe that was created by Hecate. It's this magical mist that prevents most mortals from seeing, you know, the 'mythological' stuff. Monsters, gods, demigods using their powers, stuff like that."

He crinkled his nose in distaste. "Your gods hide themselves from humans? Yuck!"

"Isn't that what you guys are doing?" She frowned.

"No!" He laughed. "The only reason the dumb humans today consider us as myths is because barely any of us go down to Midgard anymore! The only ones who live down there are your people, and they rarely ever step foot onto the surface. And if they did, they wouldn't try to hide themselves with some silly Mist. Why hide yourselves anyway?"

"Well... I dunno," she shrugged. "Most of it is to protect the humans. Can you imagine how freaked out they'd be if they knew the myths were actually real?"

"Oh I sure can, and I think it'd be hilarious!"

"Of course you do..."

"And what about during our fight?" He asked eagerly.

"What about it?"

"Don't act coy, you know what I'm talking about," he grinned slyly. "I know I hit you with my blade, Percy. I wanted to slice you in half, but it felt like my blade hit a wall instead. I couldn't cut through you. Why's that?"

Oh FUCK no. There was absolutely no way she was going to let him know about her Achilles Heel.

Her face hardened. "That," she said in a steely tone. "Is none of your business. Can I go now? I told you what you wanted to know and I'm in a time crunch here."

He pouted. "Whaaaat? No, you can't leave just yet! I have so many questions! Are there other demigods like you? What's your Poseidon like? Did he really fuck a human? Why are there no Lokis?!"

"I highly doubt the Multiverse can handle more than one Loki," she snorted.

"You've got a point."

"As for your other questions, yes there are more demigods like me and yes my dad did fuck a human. A rather wonderful human by the way so try not to insult her like you did before." She shot him a glare, remembering his previous comments from when they first met that had earned him an ice cream cone to the face.

"And your Poseidon?" He pushed. "What's he like?"

"...Kinder," she answered. "At least now he is. He was kind of a dick in Ancient times, but he's chilled out now. And..." She racked her brain for other things to say. There wasn't much she could say other than that. It was pretty sad, considering he was her father and all. "He's a good dad." She decided to say. "Better than most godly parents. I got really lucky with him."

His eyes narrowed, a playful glint shining in them. "There's more, isn't there?" He purred. "Don't hold back on me now, Percy~"

"There's nothing else for me to say," she said defensively.

But the mischief in his eyes only grew. "Do you miss him?"

"Of course I do."

"But who do you like more?" He asked.

"Huh?" The question caught her off guard.

His grin widened. "You heard me. Who do you like more? Your father here, or the one you have in your original universe?"

Her heart nearly stopped. "W-what kind of question is that?"

"A question that requires an immediate answer," he quipped. "Come on, you can tell me. Which Poseidon do you like more?"

She turned away from him. "That's such a stupid question."

"And yet you refuse to answer." He pointed out, enjoying every second of her discomfort. "But that's fine. The answer's written all over your face. You prefer this dad more, don't you?"

"No!" She denied, eyes wide. "I—that's not it at all, okay?"

"So you like your dad from your universe more?"

"No—urgh, just..." She let out another groan of frustration. There was a pressure building up in her head. She didn't want to think about this anymore.

Loki gave her a look that was akin to sympathy. She had no idea how genuine that 'sympathy' actually was. "Oh fine, fine. I'll take pity and leave you alone. Your answers have satisfied my curiosity... for now. I'll let you go. Come on, I'll take you to where the other Valkyries are, you're still looking for them, aren't you?"

He threw his arms over her shoulders. With his free hand, he beckoned the box of cookies to come forth and magically float towards him as they exited the room.

"The rest of the Valkyries are in the west wing's lounge," he told her, mouth full of cookies. One cookie floated close to her. "Want one?"

She wasn't really in the mood to eat, but she opened her mouth and took a bite. Cookies always helped to make her feel better anyway.

As she ate, Loki suddenly blinked. "Oh." He almost faltered.

She shot him a glance. "Wha ish it?" She managed to say with a mouthful of blue cookies.

"Mnemosyne's here too," he said, watching as her eyes lit up.

"She is?!"

He pouted. "You sound so happy. Careful, Percy, you don't wanna make me jealous."

"Let's hurry," she insisted, ignoring his comment. "I've only been given thirty minutes and I've already wasted half of it dealing with you!"

"How rude!" He sighed in dismay, but quickened the pace, tugging her around before stopping before a pair of huge, gilded double-doors. He waved a hand and they were magically pushed open, revealing a massive living room where the sisters were all gathered along with Mnemosyne. All talk stopped when they stepped in.

"Hello, everyone!" Loki greeted them all grandly. "Don't mind me! Just dropping off our favorite little dimensional traveler~ Anyway, Percy, I'll talk to you later! Thanks for the cookies~!"

In typical gremlin fashion, he gave her a loud smooch on the cheek before skipping away, letting the doors close behind him. Immediately, the room blew up.

"He KNOWS?!"

"How did he find out?!"

"You gave him COOKIES?!"

"Percy!" Mnemosyne rushed towards her, green eyes wide with terror. "Loki knows?!"

She grimaced. "Yes..."

"HOW?!" The whole room practically screamed.

Another grimace. "He overheard my conversation with Göll. That, and he was already super suspicious of us anyway. He knew that we've been lying to everyone since the very beginning, God of deceit and all."

"Uuuuugh!" A girl with pigtails groaned. "I completely forgot about that! Gods, I hate that guy!"

"Wait," a woman with a side braid spoke up. "Where is Göll?"

"Um, Loki kinda scared her and she fainted. She's passed out in her room right now." She answered.

"Is Loki going to tell?" Mnemosyne asked. The room seemed to tense at that.

She shook her head. "Apparently not. If he tells, he knows Poseidon would be the first to kill me. He's too entertained by this to let it end now."

"I guess it can't be helped..." Brunhilde sighed. "Loki is a dangerous god, so I'm just glad that he didn't hurt you two. Anyway, Percy, while I wish this meeting would be on better terms, meet my sisters. Sisters, this is Percy."

And then came the introductions. She tried her best to remember all the names—Hrist, Thrud, Randgriz, Geirölul, Reginleif, Göndul, Alvitr, Hlökk, and so forth—but damn were Old Norse names complicated to pronounce.

"It's an honor to finally meet you," Hrist, the second eldest of the sisters, gave her a kind smile. "You're quite a brave child to be living with Poseidon all on your own."

"The fact that she's still alive is even more impressive," Thrud crossed her muscular arms. "How's he been treating you, Percy?"

"Yeah! We heard there's been some sort of issue with him that caused you to move to Helheim?" Hlökk chimed.

She grimaced at the mention of that. "Oh. That's been resolved. I'm back to living with him again. Things are a lot better between us. I'm no longer in any danger."

There was a brief silence.

"What?" Mnemosyne blinked.

She chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah! You see, as long as I act all cutesy with him, he won't kill me! It's been working so far."

Brunhilde couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You're putting all your hopes of survival by acting cute?! To POSEIDON?!" She sputtered in disbelief. She glanced over at Mnemosyne like she was asking 'are you sure this is the Savior of Olympus you told me about?!'.

'I never said she was smart,' Mnemosyne's awkward gaze replied back.

"No, no, no, trust me on this! This plan is working! As long as I act cute, he won't kill me!" She insisted excitedly.

Mnemosyne could only sigh. "I've seen through your memories to know that your plans are rather... questionable... but my gods, this is just bad."

"Wha—it's not bad, it's smart thinking! How else do you think I've managed to survive for so long?"

"Sheer, dumb luck?" Mnemosyne guessed.

Percy opened her mouth to protest, but something happened. Suddenly, everyone in the room aside from her tensed up, like dogs raising their hackles when they felt threatened. Their gazes immediately turned towards the double doors behind her, as if they were expecting a serial killer to burst in and kill them all.

The door opened, but it was just Poseidon.

"Daddy!" Percy's face lit up.

Behind her, Mnemosyne and the Valkyries turned starch white. Did she just call him 'daddy'?

Mnemosyne felt like she was going to pass out from fear. The blatant insolence. The improper behavior. Had she gone crazy?!

To everyone's absolute shock, Poseidon didn't kill Percy for daring to refer to him so disrespectfully. In fact, he didn't even look fazed. Even after she dashed up and hugged his arm.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked her, ignoring everyone else in the room.

The Valkyries turned to each other, wide-eyed. He was asking her? Instead of just demanding that it was time to leave?

Percy nodded. "Yup. Can we have ice cream on the way back?"

Brunhilde's jaw dropped. She was asking for ice cream now?!

"If that's what you want."

"You're gonna eat with me too, right?" Percy asked eagerly.

"Fine."

Brunhilde was now 99% certain that this was Loki disguised as Poseidon and not actually the brutal, cruel, and apathetic god she knew.

Percy and Poseidon were taking their leave now, with the young girl chatting animatedly while Poseidon simply listened to her ramble on. Once they disappeared down the hallway, Brunhilde slowly closed the door and turned to Mnemosyne and her sisters.

"What the fuck was that."

A second later, the doors opened again and everyone froze, believing it to be another visit from Poseidon. They relaxed when it was just Göll, who looked very frazzled.

"Um... guys?" She said faintly, rubbing her eyes as if there was something wrong with her vision. "Am I going insane? Or did I just see Percy hugging Lord Poseidon's arm...? And him allowing her?"

"Oh Göll," Brunhilde whispered. "I think we've missed a lot."

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One morning, Percy woke up to an empty bed.

She thought that Poseidon sleeping with her in order to alleviate the nightmares was just a one-time thing, but she turned out to be very wrong about that. He hadn't stopped. Every night, after dinner, she would enter her bedroom and see her father already waiting for her at her bed. She would protest it, flustered and embarrassed, but Poseidon, blank-faced and without an ounce of shame, refused to back down, insisting it was what she needed.

Arguing with him was pointless, so she'd fall asleep in her father's embrace and awaken in the same way. But today was different because she woke up alone.

Thank gods, though, right? What sixteen year old girl would want people knowing that she slept in the same bed as her dad? They would assume all sorts of weird things, and she wouldn't blame them.

(But there was this shameful side of her that felt disappointed by his absence, that yearned to wake up in his arms again. But then she remembered Loki's dreadful question—who do you like more?—and forced herself to lock it all away.)

She did her usual morning routine, but her mind wouldn't stop going haywire. Why wasn't he here? Where did he go? No note? Nothing? Maybe he was just busy. He was a god and emperor after all, it was ridiculous to think he could spend 24/7 with her.

But all that went away the second she stepped into the Great Hall. Poseidon sat at the end of the long table as servants set the plates and food down. He spotted her in the corner of his eyes.

"Ah, you're awake earlier than I expected," he commented. "Come. You're just in time for breakfast."

Percy approached slowly. It didn't escape her notice that the servants were preparing a plate for him too, despite his strong aversion to human food.

"Um... are we having guests over?" She asked.

"No. This plate is for me. I will be joining you for breakfast."

He might as well have said he was advocating for world peace.

"You—huh?!"

"I will be joining you for breakfast," he repeated slowly, like he genuinely thought her ears (or ear fins in this case) weren't working. With how defective he thought humans were, he probably did. "Now sit."

She sat, dumbfounded.

She looked down. Her plate contained a stack of her favorite blue waffles—the first meal she ever had here—topped with syrup, berries, and powdered sugar. He had a similar meal.

"I... thought you didn't like eating this sort of thing," she began. He had called it 'human trash' once.

"You always look rather pathetic to me every time I watch you eat on your own," he told her, and wait, since when was he watching her eat?! "So I decided to join you."

She didn't know whether to tear up at how sweet the gesture was or take him to Beelzebub for a check-up. "You're doing this... because you don't want me to feel lonely during my meals?"

"Just eat your food." He deadpanned, aggressively cutting into his waffles now.

"Are you gonna join me for all my meals from now on?" She wondered aloud.

"...Do you want me to?" He asked.

"Um, kinda," she replied rather shyly. "I mean, you don't have to if you're too busy—"

"—Then I shall. Now quit rambling and eat your food before it gets cold."

Percy didn't bother to hide her beaming face as she started to eat. She cut into her waffles with excited, clumsy hands (she was still getting used to holding utensils with the webbed hands and all) and ate like a child going under a sugar rush. Poseidon ate in a more regal manner, which was no surprise but even he couldn't help but stop to steal a glance her way. The syrup and sugar stuck at the corner of her lips should've made him scold her, but all he did was sigh, take a napkin, and wipe it off.

"Honestly, what is the point of all these etiquette lessons if you're not going to learn anything from them?" He muttered.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly.

She ate her food more calmly this time, but she was still buzzing with joy. Afterwards, she gulped down a whole glass of chocolate milk—which earned her a disgusted look from Poseidon who opted for nectar.

As the servants cleared the table, Percy leaned back against her chair, her tail swishing back and forth in a show of pure joy.

"Thanks for eating with me, daddy," she told him earnestly. "I... I really appreciate it. Especially since I know you don't even like human food."

"It's nothing," he dismissed.

Percy wanted to deny that. This little gesture meant everything to her.

He took another sip of his nectar. "I have another meeting to attend tomorrow. Between sea deities only. Mnemosyne... is fond of you. I will let you visit her in Valhalla tomorrow while I'm at my meeting. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" She answered a little too quickly. He raised a brow at that and she quickly tried to collect herself. "I mean, yes. I would like that, please."

He nodded once. "Then it shall be done. I don't know why you like that Titaness so much, but I still expect you to behave yourself—"

She couldn't hold it in anymore. "—Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed, shooting out of her chair to squeeze him in a hug. She even dared to kiss him on the cheek, an action that made the both of them freeze.

She had no problem kissing her mom on the cheek—she loved showing affection to her mom, she was awesome! But that was pretty much it. She hadn't done this with Paul or even her dad back home.

And yet she did it with him.

She could hear Loki's sly voice echoing in her head: Which Poseidon do you like more?

"Sorry," she said breathlessly, pulling away from him. "I... Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"...It's fine," Poseidon told her, looking her straight in the eyes. "You don't need to apologize. I don't mind it."

"O-oh," she said softly, looking away. She couldn't seem to handle the sudden intensity in his eyes. But something about it made her heart flutter.

This was a dream come true. She never would've expected that she and Poseidon would be like this now: a proper father and daughter doing proper father and daughter things. He was eating meals with her, he didn't mind it when she showed him affection, and he was even granting her freedom to visit a friend.

She was safe and happy, at last.

(I need to go home.)

This was everything she ever wanted.

(I miss my friends and family.)

She didn't want to lose this.

(I don't belong here.)

— author's note —

I updated early cuz I realized I'd be leaving for a trip tomorrow and idk how long I'm gonna be gone! Anyways, it's the first update of 2024! 🥳

NOW ONTO FANART!!

Here's Percy from kinoko-chan26:

Wittle Percy naoyaofficialmommy 🥺 along with current/older Percy:

Lastly, here's some picrews made by me!: