A/N: Here's a good one for you! I don't believe this pairing has ever been done before. Let me know if I am mistaken! And, this is supposed to be humorous - NOT SERIOUS!
Disclaimer: I believe you can tell that I am not Rick Riordan.
It was a frigid day. They sky was dark, snowflakes lay upon leaves, and the cars were covered with a thick layer of frost. One could tell by the movement of the people that something was wrong. They would walk slowly – almost trying to be late to work. They would suspiciously stop, and turn around – expecting someone to be there.
The day was August thirteenth. Friday the thirteenth, to be exact. Apollo must have forgotten to set his alarm clock again, for weather of the kind was not supposed to happen during the summer.
The rest of the gods were doing their own godly thing. Poseidon was putting mustard in Aphrodite's shampoo bottle. Ares was teaching dolphins how to attack a mermaid. Zeus was discussing the beauty of Taylor Swift precisely in front of Hera. Hermes was hitting on Hephaestus – he was on his "gay" streak again, and Hades was plotting the takeover of Pizza Hut.
Yet, there was only one god that he could think of. Well, technically, goddess.
He knew it was wrong to yearn for her, but her feelings were obviously similar. At the last party of Olympus, their gazes would meet for a millisecond, until they glanced away, ashamed of their own emotions. If they were laughing at Ares (who does not do well under the influence... Let's leave it at that!), they would quickly stop, at the same time.
Their love was forbidden – no one could tell them otherwise. Yet, he had to do something.
As he was walking down the street, he glanced both ways, apprehensively. When he figured no one was following him, he entered the doors of one of the tallest buildings in the world. Though, he knew it was the tallest.
"Six hundredth floor, please." He stated, as firmly as his quaking voice would allow him to.
"Son, we do not have a six hundredth floor. We stop at -"
He took out the celestial bronze knife that was stuck in his back pocket.
"Six hundredth floor. Please." Now he was angry. He thrust the knife back into his pocket as he swiftly grabbed the key from the security guard.
He entered the elevator, and promptly fell into a trance. Her golden locks, briefly passing over her eyes. Her wondrous figure, swishing as she walks.
There was only one thing he could call his obsession – love.
He walked down the hallowed halls of Olympus. Silently glancing up as he passed by her portraits.
Soon enough, he found himself at the door of her room. Before he could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and a small head peeked out at him, giving him a glimpse of perfection.
"Luke." She whispered, timidly. "I knew you would come."
She opened the door, until the room was brightened. He entered the doorway, and she threw herself at him.
He tried to fight it at first, but her pouting face was too much. He figured that if she was not happen without him, then he would stay with her.
He led Athena into the room, and into his heart.
A/N: Review! Flames are welcomed, and taken in a humorous way. I find them hilarious to read. Yet, great reviews are accepted to! Thanks for reading, and I hope I didn't scar you for life.
Oh, and the reason I don't describe much is because I wouldn't want to give away the ending, now would I?
I am seeking a beta reader. PM me if you're interested. I hate rereading my own stories.