Hey Guys! So I was pretty bored and kinda fell into a Percy Jackson hole and found a pic that inspired that very short story! Sorry if it's not amazing quality writing, but I tried. Enjoy!
Percy: Wait you have to give the disclaimer first!
Oh...right! My bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson characters or anything related to Rick Riordan.
Percy was a pretty chill guy, well, you kind of have to be when dealing with the Greek gods. He fought two wars for them and he thought he was done with the godly side of his heritage. Next thing he knows, he's driving Apollo to Camp Half-Blood, getting sick from a weird monster and attacking a giant statue (Which Annabeth wasn't pleased to hear about). Now he's going to Olympus, for whatever reason, when he would MUCH rather be at his apartment studying, which is saying a lot.
He was informed that the rest of the seven were also joining him on Olympus, so maybe there is a silver lining to this 'honor'. Percy had been called away just as he was heading home from school, so he still had his bag on him, which held all of his books. Said books were very heavy, furthering his annoyance. He marched into the Empire State Building and right up to the counter. At this point the man there didn't bother with the whole 'There isn't a 600th floor' thing anymore and just handed Percy the card.
Percy strode into the elevator and inserted the card revealing a button to get to Olympus. He pressed it and the elevator doors closed. There was a slight jolt as the elevator started moving, but other than that, no problems. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal Olympus, which he was still impressed by every time. His Wise Girl sure did know how to redesign a place.
He looked at the main building, where all the gods were most likely waiting for him. He decided just to spite the gods, he would take him sweet time getting there. That and the books were seriously killing his shoulder. Percy shrugged off the bag and rolled his shoulder a few times before picking the bag back up. He continued walking at a slower pace. He admired all the architecture that his girlfriend had put her heart and soul into. It was certainly breathtaking. Percy thought the Olympians didn't truly deserve such talent. Five minutes later, he finally made it the gods, and they were less than pleased.
Zeus looked like he was about to say something, probably along the lines of 'Perseus Jackson! You dare make the gods wait for your presence? I should incinerate you now!', but Annabeth beat him to it.
"Percy!" Annabeth exclaimed, running over to him.
"Hey, Wise Girl" Percy smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead, "Sorry I took so long, I was enjoying the sights."
The rest of the seven waved at him. He smirked and waved back. "'Sup guys, it's been a while."
Jason was the first to reply, "Hey bro, as great as it is to see you again, Zeus looks like he might explode soon…" Percy looked up at his 'majesty' to see his face purple.
"Oh, I'm sorry your lordship, what did you need?" He asked, sarcasm lacing the question. Zeus either didn't notice it or he ignored it.
"Demigods, we have a very important quest that is very time sensitive." Zeus informed.
Percy wondered if Zeus managed to get his lightning bolt stolen again. He still didn't understand how the almighty king of the gods managed to get his weapon stolen from him by a demigod, but he supposed it was a mystery that will never be solved. He was pulled from his thoughts by Zeus' thundering voice.
"Aphrodite has lost her favorite sweater and she has an upcoming date, so you must find it before then. Her date is in three days." He boomed.
The seven just stared at Zeus in disbelief. They were called her for a sweater? Was he joking? Percy cleared his throat.
"Um, so why do we have to find her sweater…? Can't you go find it?" Percy asked.
"How dare you!" Zeus thundered, "Disrespecting the gods is not your place!"
Just then Aphrodite made herself known by weeping, "It's so tragic! My favorite sweater! Nobody will love me now!"
Percy face palmed. Of course this is why heroes who fought a war (or in some cases two) for them were called here, for a gods damned sweater.
"Now, go find it or die!" Zeus said, waving them away.
At this point Ares was quietly chanting, "Die! Die! Die!"
Percy looked Zeus straight in the eyes and said, "No."
All Hades broke loose. The gods were yelling in disbelief at this betrayal. Aphrodite started crying even harder. Hephaestus was waving his hammer around smashing things and Athena was throwing owls everywhere.
"All right that's it." Percy yelled, silencing the chaos. He reached into his still heavy bag and pulled out a shirt and put it over his thin, light blue one. It was a light grey shirt with text that read 'I am 500% done with Olympus'. He then pulled the bag onto his shoulder and proceeded to walk away.
Zeus spluttered, "You-you can't just walk away from the gods!"
Percy didn't even turn around, "Watch me, shit-head" he replied and gave him the middle finger.
The seven all went, "OOOOHHHHH!" and Leo yelled, "Persassy for life!"
As Percy (*cough* Persassy) left the room, Zeus was still flabbergasted and for the rest of his days, never knew how to properly speak coherent sentences every again.
THE END
Hope this was okay, I was pretty much winging it with this story. I don't really have a lot of writing experience, so if it seems kind of sloppy, that's why, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways!