Summary: Hera said she put Percy into "sleep" all the months he was missing, but she didn't. Another god got to Percy before she could. Now, Percy is trapped in the Underworld, Nico his only company. But the Ghost King has a secert of his own. Nico is in love with the sea prince and will do whatever it take to make Percy feel the same way.
I've had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to post it. It's a Nicercy story. That's Nico/Percy. This time order matters. It takes place after The Last Olympian and a little before The Lost Hero.
My Weeks in Hell
His muscles felt like he was on fire. As if the fire itself was burning him from the inside out. His arms couldn't move, nor could his legs. His head felt as if it had been pounded with a Hephaestus sized hammer a thousand or so times. In all, it felt worse than when Luke had sliced him with Kronos' scythe.
Percy Jackson couldn't stop the groan that came from his mouth as he tried to move his fingers. The groan was quickly followed by a dry cough. Percy's mouth and throat felt as if he'd been swallowing dirt, swollen and dry. The sea prince's tongue darted out, licking his chapped lips to no avail. Waterless tongue on dry lips equals no help.
Eventually, Poseidon's son manged to get to a sitting position, using his wobbling arms to hold up his body. Sand dropped from his eyes as he peeled his eyes open, which were also fluid-less. Percy's surroundings were dark and fuzzy, nothing being clear. It's as if all the water had been sucked out from his body, leaving him out of element and dry.
"You are awake."
Green eyes snapped to the sound of the low voice. He found a dark figure standing in front of, what he guessed was, a window. The edges continued to stay fuzzy. "Who—" Percy coughed. "Who are you?"
A chuckle fanned over the room—a dark, deep chuckle. Before the sea prince knew what was happening, the figure was standing before him. "Are you thirsty, young one?" The menacing voice asked, no kindness within it. "Is your throat dry? Would you like a sweet drink?"
A delectable smell filled the son of the sea god's nose. It was the sweetest thing that ever touched his nose. Sweeter than the silver moonlace flowers on Calypso's island. Sweeter than his mother's blue chocolate chip cookies. Even sweeter than nectar itself. His head creaked as it nodded, wanting whatever that smell was. "Yes to all," Percy croaked, forgetting everything but that delectable smell.
A cool sensation touched Percy's lips. "Drink this," the blurry figure said. "It will quince your thirst." The glasses was tilted and that sweet smelling drink touched Percy's lips, wetting them once again.
"No," Percy croaked, drops getting in. Something in the back of his head was telling him to deny this, that this would cause bad things to happen "Not got idea." The glass was tilted more, the sweet liquid flowing freely into his chalky mouth. It was so sweet, so filling. It made his mouth water and gave his limbs strength.
Gripping the glass, the son of Poseidon tilted it more. The cool liquid slid down his throat and filled his muscles with strength again. Water returned to his muscles and Percy couldn't stop the purr that come out of his mouth as he lowered the glass from his lips. The fuzzy edges disappeared from his vision and the sea prince saw the red stained icy glass in his hands. The green eyes lifted to look for the dark figure, only to find it back by the window.
The figure seemed to be a man, over six feet tall. He was clothed in black with dark-as-night hair. Poseidon's son had a feeling he knew who this man was, but wasn't willing to admit it. Percy set the foggy ice glass on a table and stood from the soft bed he had been on, his skin missing the silk, black sheets. He pushed his feet forward until the sea prince stood beside the black figure, looking out at seldom gray fields.
"Lord Hades," the demigod whispered. The name left a strange taste on his tongue.
The god smirked. "Hello Perseus," he said coldly.
"It was pomegranate," Poseidon's son whispered. He didn't have to know the taste to guess this. "You gave me pomegranate juice." The god nodded, not denying anything. "Why? Why risk another war?"
The death lord smirked. "My brother's banished me to the underworld, in hopes of never seeing me again. Even father rose, first everyone suspected me, because they think I am evil. These thoughts are mostly not true, but I refuse to stay silent any longer," Hades admitted to his nephew.
It didn't take a genius for Percy to figure out the hidden meaning behind his uncle's words. "You don't like that the banishment applies to Nico too?" Percy guessed. The sea prince knew Hades's was hateful, but he wasn't heartless. The god cared about his son whether he would admit it or not. "Let me guess, but stealing me you think you'll save Nico? You won't. Causing a war just make them hate him more."
A deep, dark growl escaped the Underworld King's lips. "This has nothing to do with my son!" He snapped. "Now, I have a meeting to get to," a smirk plastered itself onto his lips, "You're father seemed very angry when he called." Hades turned and headed for the doorway.
"You won't get away with this!" The Olympian hero screamed. "My father will think of a way to get me out of here. You're just starting war uncle!"
An evil laughed filled the air, one that could have come straight from Tatartus. "How long did it take Demeter to find a loop hole?" Black eyes pierced into green. "Tell me, Perseus, how long did it take for Zeus to think of a loop hole to get Persephone out of her for just a few months?" Percy's face remained blank. "It took them years, Perseus. Many years. Year in which your father will try to think of a way to get you out. Sadly, there will be none!" A sadistic smile filled the death lord's face.
"It was the whole thing," Percy said. He meet Hades's eyes. "You made me drink the whole thing."
Another evil laugh. "I did not make you drink anything," he said. "You drank it willingly."
The sea prince's hope drained. He would never get out of here. He would die in the Underworld, with the dead as his only companion. He would be alone forever, never seeing the light of day. The demigod's knees gave out, collapsing him to the floor.
"I will check on you later, young one," Hades's told the hopeless child. "Let's hope you do not die before then." With that, he zapped out in a flash of light, leaving the demigod to silently cry alone.
My Weeks in Hell
Persephone stood, hands on her hips, as she watched her husband materialize on Olympus in a fit of shadows and black fire. The death gods smile at his wife as he held out his arms, waiting for her to run into him. The spring goddess was not in one of those minds though. She just gave him a "I can't believe you" look and shook her head. Hades shrugged it off and took her hand before walking them towards Zeus's throne room.
"Father's wife is extremely angry, though she is being careful not the show the other gods," Persephone told him, a small smile on her face.
Hades chuckled. "Father's wife?" He questioned. His wife shrugged. "If you aren't calling my baby sister by name then it must be serious. Tell me, Persephone, have you snooped around enough to tell me why she is angry?"
The young goddess rolled her eyes, clearly irritated that he was treating her like a child. "Of course. Considering the fact that this plan is part mine, I would of course undercover why she was angered," the goddess giggled a little, finding it humorous. It was true, she had helped her husband plan the kidnapping of Perseus Jackson. She had even been the one to think of making him worn so he'd drink her pomegranate juice. Her reasons were different from Hades's, though. She was doing this so her stepson would find the love he needed, not for the power hungry reasons as the god. Though, Persephone wondered if her husband might be doing this for the same reasons as her, to help his son.
"She was planning on kidnapping Perseus today, also," Persephone explained. "The queen has already taken that Roman boy and wanted to have Percy in a deep sleep before she played out her plan."
Hades couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his mouth. "Sister had a similar idea to me, that is refreshing." The god looked at his wife, who also had a small smile on her face also. They stopped in front of the large gold doors that would lead them into Zeus's pride and joy. "Let us have some fun, shall we wife?"
"Of course," Persephone said. She draped her husband's arm over her shoulders, only partly because she wanted to anger her mother. The other reason was that she'd need the support. "Let us face our end." With that, Hades pushed open the door, a wave of yelling hitting them in the face.
"I want to know where my son is!" Poseidon's voice was the loudest of them all. Athena opened her mouth to speak, but Poseidon cut her off. "I don't care if I'm not being wise!" He yelled at the goddess. "I want my fucking son back now!"
"Hello," Persephone smiled, as if the fighting around them wasn't happening. "I see we have come at a bad time." She letting out a bell like laugh.
"Then so be it," Hades said, the shadows following him. Black fires shot up from the floor in the center of the room. A large black throne was left behind when the flames died. Beside it was another black throne, this one decorated with gems in flowered patterns. As the two passed the Olympian hearth, Hades smiled at his sister. "Hello Hestia."
Hestia smiled at her slightly younger brother. "Hello little brother," she greeted, poking at her flames more. "You do enjoy using your hell fire, do you not?" The hearth goddess offered the pair a smile.
"You would not believe how much he loves using them, Auntie," Persephone laughed, ignoring all the others eyes as she said in her throne. She glanced up as if she had just noticed the argument had paused. "Please, continue your arguing. Act as if I am not here."
Hades chuckled silently. "Tell me brother, why did you call myself and my wife here?" He asked, looking straight at Zeus. "Persephone was enjoying a the Roses Parade before you called. Please hurry this up so she may get back it it."
Persephone smiled and squeezed her husband's hand. She enjoyed the fact that this was all his doing. Hades had wanted to make sure no one would blame his wife for helping him kidnap his brother's child. Therefore, he had allowed her to leave the underworld for the three day Roses Parade. This absence took all suspicion off the spring goddess.
"We have a much large problem than a parade brother!" Poseidon snapped, clearly not happy about any of this. "My son has gone missing and no one knows what happened to him!"
"Peace brother," Zeus said, trying to calm Poseidon down. "We will find your boy. If nothing because he helped save Olympus."
Poseidon glared at his younger brother. Of course he doesn't know how it feels. Zeus never had a son that he knew was alive, most likely being tortured, somewhere. "We will find my son because he helped save your sorry hind more than once Zeus!" Poseidon snapped. "It doesn't help that you've closed us off from out children for the last few months because your ego has been damaged. This is all your fault!"
"Enough Poseidon!" Athena yelled, standing up from her set to meet the sea god's eyes. "I understand that you are hurting. Because of your son disappearing my daughter had been hurting also. Do you think I want to go through that? No. Now calm down so we can wisely figure out what happen to your son."
Poseidon and Athena glared at each other for a few minutes, before the sea god nodded, sitting back in his throne. "Now, does Perseus have an enemies that would result to kidnapping?" The wisdom goddess asked.
"No," Poseidon said. "Not any living enemies that would result to kidnapping."
Aphrodite cocked her head to the side, deep in thought. "What is it babe?" Ares asked, looking at the goddess beside him.
Aphrodite didn't answer him, instead looking out at the others instead. "How about a jealous lover?" She asked them, question pointed at Poseidon. "Are there any people that would be jealous of his relationship with Annabeth? Jealous enough to take him for herself?"
"As much as I hate to admit it," Ares grumbled. "The kid's strong, only a daughter of mine would be able to overpower him." As much as the war god hated to admit it, Percy Jackson had guts and he wouldn't let Jackson die because of something stupid like this.
"How about a male?" Aphrodite asked. "I mean, Percy is a totally hottie. He's the eye of everyone's attraction, male and female."
"My son isn't gay!" Poseidon yelled at the same time Athena yelled, "Perseus isn't like that!" The two Olympians meant eyes before nodding, they had their own reasons.
"It could have been a power hungry person," Persephone pipped in, knowing her part. Everyone's attention moved to her and she inwardly smiled. "Perhaps someone kidnapped young Perseus to strengthen their own power, or to help someone else." Helping someone else was her reason, at least.
No one spoke a for a while. Then, "You took my son!" Poseidon snapped, staring straight at Hades. Storms formed in the mortal world, earthquakes happening on all fault lines. "You kidnapped Percy for your own gain!"
Hades simply smiled. "Why would I do that, brother? What would I have to gain?" The god stood, Persephone right next to him. "Now, if you want to accuse me of something else, we will be heading home."
"I will get him back Hades!" The sea god snapped. "You won't win!"
A laugh escaped the shadow god's throat, darker than the pits of Tartarus. "Of course you will," the eldest brother said. "Though, if I did take your boy, don't you think I'd be smarter than that. Do you not have enough faith in me to know I'd do something to make sure my plans wouldn't fail. To assure your son would never leave my realm."
Poseidon's knees gave out. He collapsed to the ground. "You made him eat the pomegranate," the god whispered. Athena's eyes widened as she went to stand by her father, who was making sure Poseidon was alright.
"I did no such thing," Hades laughed. "He did it by his own free will. Good bye now." With that, the pair erupted into a column of black hell fire, taking them back to the underworld.
"I could careless about your reasons, now you've gone to far," Poseidon whispered.
Athena knelt beside him. "Shh. It will be fine. As horrible as Hades seems, he will not harm Percy," Athena glanced over at Aphrodite, who nodded, comfirming her suspisions. "That much I am sure of."
Poseidon's green eyes filled with rage. He looked up at the black throne that sat in front of him. "I'll save my son Hades," Poseidon whispered to the spot where his brother flashed out. "I promise you that much."
My Weeks in Hell
Nico sighed as he glanced up at the low, blue cabin three. He hadn't meant to shadow travel to Percy's cabin, but his subconscious had brought him here. Vaguely, he remembered Persephone telling him something about his emotions controlling where he landed when he was new to shadow traveling. As he stared at the Poseidon cabin, he could see the truth in that.
Hades's son wanted to rip his hair out. His feeling for Percy Jackson made no sense! No, he completely understood them, Nico just didn't want to man up and admit them. He didn't want to admit that somewhere within him, he was in love with his cousin. That more than anything he wanted to make Percy forget about his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, and fall in love with him.
Nico di Angelo wasn't stupid though. He knew how in love Percy and Annabeth were. He knew they wouldn't break up for his sake. Still, as Nico's feet moved forward he knew he couldn't hide it anymore. The ghost king sighed. He refused to lie to his friend anymore. It was time to confess his feelings, even if he truly didn't understand them himself.
"Nico!" Speak of the devil, and she shall arrive.
The black haired halfblood turned with a fake smile on his face. "Hey Annabeth," he greeted friendly, even though he wasn't feeling friendly at all. "What's up?"
The blonde's face was puffy and red, cheeks stained with tears. That, along with the panicked look on her face, was what gave Nico the clue that something was wrong. He silently asked what was wrong. "Percy missing."
Hades's son didn't even hear the rest of what she said. Those two words made his world crack. Percy Jackson—the object of his attraction, the only person that could make him hyperventilate with just a smile, the boy that made him blush like a little girl—was missing. His life was officially ruined. "How long has he been gone?" Nico said, cutting Annabeth off from whatever she was saying.
"Two days, five hours, and twenty-three minutes," Athena's daughter told him, not even questioning why he was so worried about Percy. They are just cousins, Annabeth thought, hoping if she said it enough it would become true. Though, the blonde knew there was another reason behind the ghost king's worry.
His eyes widened. "You're just telling me this now?" The shadows around them began to sharpen.
This scared Annabeth but she didn't let it stop her. The daughter of Athena put on a brave face and pushed forward. "You haven't been here!" She snapped back. "You've been roaming aimlessly in your father's realm. Maybe if you were around and shadowing Percy like you always do he wouldn't be gone!" She stuck up her nose to hide the tears that were falling.
"You're blaming me?" Nico laughed. She's kidding, right? "You blame me of shadowing Percy when you are beside him twenty-four/seven?" Annabeth nodded, not as sure anymore. "Please, even if I hang out with him when I'm around, you're always there! You don't leave him alone! I wouldn't be surprised if he ran away just because your were being over possessive!"
The words hit the wise girl like knives. Annabeth didn't stop the tears from falling down her face. She covered her face with her hands, feeling more helpless than ever before. "It is my fault!" She cried. "He ran away because of me!"
Nico knew he'd caused a line when Annabeth began crying in front of him. The blonde was stronger than this, as much as he hated to admit it. "We're jumping to concussions," the dark heir said. "It's no ones fault, we're letting our emotions get to us." Nico sucked up whatever pride he had left and shoved it up his ass. "Let's just forget all of this and find Percy."
Annabeth nodded, wiping her gray eyes. "Yeah," she sniffled. "I was about to go on a search party, would you like to come?" It was beyond obvious that she wished he'd say no.
"I'll look on my own," Nico said, already know what he was going to do. "Iris message me if anything comes up."
The ghost prince didn't wait for her to nod. Instead, he turned and walked away, between the Zeus and Poseidon cabin. When he was sure no one was watching, Nico took off running, willing the shadows to bend around him and pull his body to his father's throne room. Hades's son stumbled a little, from the running start, but came to a stop ten feet away from his father's throne, where the god himself sat.
"Nico," Hades said as his son got on one knee.
"Father," Nico said, bowing his head respectfully. "Lady Persephone."
"Hello Nico," Persephone giggled, loving the fact she knew something her stepson didn't. "Please stand and ask what you want."
Nico waiting. He respected Persephone to no end, but this was his father's realm. He wasn't about to disrespect the Lord of the Underworld.
"Stand Nico." Nico stood, keeping his eyes just above the pair's heads. "Ask what you need."
"I wanted to know what you knew about the disappearance of Percy Jackson," Nico said, keeping his face emotionless.
Persephone giggled. "Are you finally acting on those feelings of your Nico?" The ghost king said nothing, keeping his face blank. "Alright then, maybe you aren't ready to admit them yet."
Hades sighed. His wife was persistence if anything. "Go to your room, Nico. Dinner will be ready soon," the god told him.
Nico wanted to obey, every bone his body told him to listen to his father. His heart, however, refused to be satisfied by that answer. "I'm going to find him, whether you like it or not," the halfblood told his father. "So, if you know anything about what has happen, it will be easier to tell me now then wasting my time."
On the inside, Hades was grinning. His son was objecting his authority, just as planed. One the outside, the god was scowling. "You will not speak to me like that," Hades growled. "You are to not leave the underworld now. Go to your room Nico."
The halfblood glared at the floor, wanting more than anything to yell back. He wouldn't let Percy rot in whatever prison he was in, but it wouldn't help if his father grounded him. Being sensible, Nico mutter a "Yes sir," and stormed out of the room. Hopefully, Hades would change his mind soon enough.
Percy's eyes fluttered open as he heard a door slam, followed by the cracking of wood. The sea prince sat up on the bed, pulling out Riptide and waiting to see what Hades could possibly want. "Bastards!" A growl traveled through the room. "Do they expect me to sit here until that idiot gets himself killed. There all fucking bastards!"
Green eyes widened as he stared at the ghost prince, watching as he tossed those pale hands into the air and cursed his father. Once the shock wore off, Percy tossed Riptide into a corner and jumped off the bed, running for his friend. "Nico!" He yelled.
Said demigod turned just in time to catch the airborne person. Long legs wrapped around Nico's waist and arms clutched to his neck. "Thank gods!" A smooth voice said. "I thought I was going to be all alone here!" The head lifted from his shoulder, sea green eyes staring into Nico's brown ones. Tears started to fall from them. "I thought I was the only living mortal here."
Once his brain registered that this person was Percy, Nico wrapped his arms around him, squeezing the life out of his sea prince. "Thank the gods Percy!" Nico yelled. "I thought someone had taken you! I thought you were rotting away in a prison somewhere!"
"Too tight Nico!" Percy yelled.
Hades's son loosened his grip and brought them both to his bed. He sat Percy down beside him, refusing to let him get to far. "Tell me what the hell's going on now," Nico insisted.
Poseidon's son bite his lower lip—bringing Nico's attention to that—then wrapped his arms around his knees. When he opened his mouth everything spilled out. Percy tolled Nico how he'd been tricked into drinking the pomegranate, but technically it had been willingly. Also he admitted all his fears, like how he thought he'd been completely alone. Then Nico showed up.
"You saved me," Percy admitted, face flushed. "If I'd spent another day here alone I'd have gone crazy. Thanks for that."
Nico smiled, pulling Percy to his chest. His sea prince just looked too adorable with his face all red. "I'll protect you," Nico whispered, causing Percy to shiver. "I won't let anything happen to you. Then, one day soon, I'll get you out of here. I promise you that Perce."
The son of Poseidon nodded, relaxing into the warm arms. "I know you will," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I trust you Nico, I really do."
The ghost king embraced Percy, holding him as close to his chest as possible. I love him, he realized. I really am in love with the sea prince. Nico watched as the slightly smaller boy laid his head against his neck, Percy's soft breath fanning out, tickling him. For a moment, Nico wondered when he'd gotten taller than Percy. Then, he realized what a perfect moment it was. The perfect moment to admit how he felt.
Then, Percy's stomach let out a loud growl.
The son of Poseidon pulled back, face bright red. "Sorry, just hungry I guess."
Nico just chuckled. "It's okay. We're suppose to have dinner soon," he smiled, pulling Percy to his feet along with himself. He took the tanned hand in his. "I'll show you the way."
Poseidon's son blushed some more but still nodded. Nico smiled and lead Percy to the door, towards the dinning room.
Not now, the ghost king decided. I can't tell him now, but soon. Soon, I'll make Percy fall in love with me.
Thanks for reading. Please review and tell me if this is as good as I hope it is.
~Goddess of the Multiverses
