AN: Hi there! I decided it's about time I wrote another multi-chapter fic, this time centered around my favorite god (ok one of my favorites), Hermes. As usual, let me start with the warnings: This is a fem!Percy story. This is a fem!PercyxHermes story. This is a fem!PercyxHermes story that takes place after HoO and won't necessarily follow the books exactly. This is a fem!PercyxHermes story that is rated T for future angst, swearing, etc.
If those warnings didn't put you off, enjoy this preview! And, of course, I still don't own Percy Jackson or Greek mythology. Are you shocked? I'm shocked.
10:00
Hermes shifted uneasily on his throne. He tapped his foot, twiddled his thumbs, and drummed his fingers. He stared at the ceiling, then the floor, then the other gods; all the while tuning out the incessant whining and arguing. Finally, he sneaked a look at his phone.
10:01
Tartarus! It had only been one minute! How was that even possible?
He threw his head back dramatically and barely refrained from sighing loudly. What was the point of being a god if it you had to constantly work and go to meetings? Honestly, it seemed like all he did any more was answer emails, return phone calls, and listen to the other gods complain. What had happened to the days when he was known as the ultimate trickster and troublemaker? He used to be an adventurer and a thief (a lovable one, of course), not just some glorified postal worker. When had it all gotten so… boring?
The volume of the background noise suddenly increased. Hermes looked down the throne room and discovered that Zeus and Poseidon were having another shouting match. Of course they were. What was it about this time, who wore a toga better? He checked his phone again.
10:03
Sigh.
He glanced to his right, hoping his favorite brother would provide some entertainment. Apollo, however, was sound asleep; he didn't even have the decency to do something embarrassing like snore or drool.
Like he said before: when had everything gotten so boring?
He was about to fake a heart attack in a desperate bid for freedom when he realized Zeus was speaking directly to him.
"And what is your opinion, Hermes?"
Tartarus.
"Um, yes, I definitely agree." Insert charming smile and hope for the best.
"Excellent. And Apollo what about you? Apollo?"
Hermes kicked him subtly. He awoke with a snort and shouted, "Bikinis! I mean, ah, I agree with Hermes."
Zeus shot the sun god a displeased look before leaning back regally on his throne.
"So it is settled. Hermes and Apollo will leave tomorrow morning."
What? Hermes asked himself.
"We will find minor gods and godlings to take care of your duties while you are away."
What?
"And do pick the demigods carefully; this will be terribly dangerous for them."
What?
"It's likely that they will not return."
What?
"I would strongly suggest that Percy Jackson be considered."
What?
"Meeting adjourned."
WHAT?