I feel like there aren't enough stories about Hermes. Where is the love for the messenger of the gods?! Therefore, in my free time or whenever I feel like it, I will make little one-shots of Hermes.
A few of the gods were lounging around a garden on Olympus. It was Hermes, Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, and Athena. Athena was reading, Aphrodite was doing make-up, Hermes was falling asleep, Apollo was off in his own little world, Artemis was making more arrows, and Ares was sharpening his axe.
"Has anyone ever felt like they were a cartoon character?" Apollo asked randomly.
"No, not really." Artemis rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes I feel like Double D from Ed, Edd, and Eddy." Hermes mumbled, only half asleep.
"But isn't he smart?" Athena rose an eyebrow, looking up from her book.
"Are you calling me stupid? I'll just have to remind you Athena, that I was the one who created language, the alphabet, numbers, math, a crap-load of other smart things. I'm also an expert in current events of the world." Hermes said. Athena rolled her eyes.
"What makes you feel like Double D?" Apollo asked.
"Because in that one episode, he was playing that instrument with his feet. It takes talent to do things like that with feet, and my feet are pretty talented." Hermes nodded, eyes closed still.
"Isn't he also afraid of dodge ball?" Ares asked.
"That's just because he isn't immortal, amazing at pranking, stealing, and can't possibly be as awesome and skilled as I am." Hermes said matter-of-factly.
Athena laughed at that, making Hermes open an eye and look at her.
"Did I say something funny? I don't recall doing so." He said .
"You called yourself 'awesome and skilled'. Last week you tripped over your own two feet, fell, rolled across the floor and crashed into the table, and got wine and cheese spilled all over yourself!" Athena snickered. Hermes face turned a redish-pink.
"In my defense, I was exhausted –and still am- and maybe had a little too much to drink…"
Apollo came up behind Hermes and put a black sock on his head. Hermes pulled it off.
"Why did you put a sock on my head!?" He growled, not happy about having to sit up. The hammock he was on was quite comfortable.
"Because they call Double D 'sock-head' a lot. And since I can't really make you look exactly like him, I figured the sock on your head would be enough." Apollo explained. "It also might cover up the smell of sweat."
Do you hate it? Love it maybe? I know it's stupid. I'll get to better ones eventually! Maybe I'll slide into those 100 themes challenges with this.
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