"Fucking get on my back."
"No…"
"Fucking do it, asshole."
"No."
"Fucking get up!"
"No!"
"Fucking do i-"
"I said no already!" Percy replied firmly, looking his ass of a brother straight in the eye. "I'm not doing it! You'll throw me off!"
Arion whinnied, shaking furiously, making the iron stirrups attached to his saddle jingle and chime. Hazel was bedridden and so was unable to ride the foul mouthed stallion, so he had turned to the only other person he could think of when he decided he needed a ride; Percy, or "Fish sticks" as he had dubbed him, his demigod half-brother.
"Get someone else to do it! Besides, you can run about a thousand miles an hour, so I don't see why you need me." Percy snorted, his ebony hair being whipped in all directions by the wind. He turned around to go back into Cabin three, when the buckskin stallion grabbed him none too gentle by the back of his orange camp half-blood shirt.
"Fucking do it." Arion demanded
"No!"
And that was how Percy Jackson, saviour of Olympus, ended up face first in the sand, one leg still stuck in one of Arion's stirrups, the reins hanging limply around Arion's muscled neck.
"I hate you." Percy declared, spitting sand out of his mouth and sticking his tongue out like the mature seventeen year old he was.
An angry snort was Arion's only reply.
Just something stupid I wrote when bored in English class today. It's only meant for a little bit of fun, and hence doesn't stick entirely to canon, I guess. I believe that Hazel is the only one able to ride Arion, but screw the rules for now, no? :D I've re-joined the PJO fandom, and I'm glad to be back. This is also my first fanfic for PJO, not quite sure why I haven't written for it before…
But whatever.
Enjoy~