Summary: The aftermath of the third Titan War. Jason has a few choice words to tell his father. Zeus/Jupiter bashing. Rated T for language.
The room feels cold and warm at the same time. He's shivering, but Olympus is a haze of heat. He wants to throw up, but decides that now is not the time. Especially with him and his father alone in the same room.
And he's waiting for something. Looking at Jason expectantly as if he wants him to give him something. An apology? A thanks? And what fucking for? A war that he fought in and his brotherssisterscousinslover died for? Jason responds with a glare.
"Well, son?" Jason wants to murder that fake sickening caring voice.
Oh, don't act like you ever cared about me, dear father. While you were on your throne and watched my friends die for you and the world crumbled around you, did you care?
Jupiter, don't pretend you're my family.
Only, he doesn't say that. He grits his teeth and replies "Yes father?"
Jupiter pauses again, hoping he would say something, before starting his speech. "I am very proud of you, my son. Single-handedly saving the world, you have brought pride and honour to the house of Jupiter -"
"Lord, please, just shut up." Jupiter blinks at his interruption. "I shouldn't have had to save the world single-handedly. Where the hell were you dad? When all the other Gods were fighting, were you here sweating on your throne? Coward."
Jupiter glows with anger, and starts shouting, and the words just pass over Jason's head because really, he's done caring.
He doesn't even care when Jupiter aims his lightning bolt at him.