AN: 8 more chapters! Which leaves... 6 chapters for all the sex scenes I want. This is gonna get rough. (No pun intended).
Time: 1 week later
Percy dropped a drachma on the bar counter, making the barmaid look up. The blonde daughter of Aphrodite looked with wide eyes as the Titan plopped down into the soft velvet seat.
Percy was having a rough time. His eyes were bloodshot; and there were the beginning of dark-circles beneath his eyes, courtesy of a whole week of constant sadness and anger. He felt ashamed at what he felt, angry at himself for his emotions. His heart felt as if it was gonna tear itself into two, his ribcage was gonna burst if any more pressure was applied. He felt breathless constantly, and he was not sure if it was entirely his emotions making him feel that way.
He laughed humorlessly to himself. He was having morning sickness, random mood swings, heightened insomnia, and excess saliva in his mouth. The PTSD and nightmares were back even worse than before, and at all waking hours, he felt as if he was back in the Void, such a great pressure he felt on his shoulders. And he dared not fall asleep. It was an entire week since he had a proper sleep, not a few minutes of dozing here and there. His normally clean-shaven face had the beginnings of a beard, a slight stubble on his face and strong jaw, and it would have looked sexy had it been left alone. As it was, there were scars on his face, new scars, not yet healed, dried blood on his cheeks and bloody scabs from all the times he had clawed at his face trying to get the dreams to stop.
Despite him shouting at Calypso, he knew she was right. He still cared for Athena and Artemis, and his actions went against every fibre of his being. He wanted to be happy, to wrap them all up in his arms, to protect and cherish them and treat them like princesses. He wanted to make them... his.
His thoughts inevitably always wandered from his present miseries and sorrows to the girls. Unbeknownst to them, he had sent Snow to watch over them from the shadows in his absence, and report to him if anything happened. He remembered Athena's body all too well, how her curvy body and massive bust moulded against Calypso, strained and bucked beneath him. How warm she felt, how beckoning she looked covered in his fluids. He remembered Artemis, how she always knew what he wanted and what pleased him most, how small and delicate she was against him, yet how ferocious and merciless to any other. How she stared up at him with those wide childish silver eyes, full of innocence, eyes that he had come to love and affectionately nicknamed, 'Artemis' doe eyes'.
He remembered Calypso. Calypso... oh gosh.
His thoughts broke off abruptly as he felt his eyes began to water.
Swiping his eyes with his sleeve, and after applying the eye drops Apollo had prescribed, he became aware that the barmaid was still waiting for his order. He frowned at her, waving her away with a short and crisp, "The hardest you got."
Once she was gone, he continued to wallow in self-pity. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see everyone staring at him. Through his buzzing ears, he could tell the entire bar was silent.
Why should they not be? Here was their saviour, their greatest warrior, wasting himself over some silly heartbreak, and drinking his sorrows away.
When the barmaid returned, not long after, Percy was gone. Instead, occupying his seat, was a white-haired, angry-as-fuck, Roman Titan. Percy had been spending much of his last week as Ragnarok, to keep his emotions in check, thanks to the Roman's anger and hatred overpowering everything else. Percy's anger and hatred also rivalry his Roman counterpart, however, since the Greek had a larger emotional range, including feelings like sadness and angst, Ragnarok's cold rage was like a welcome drug.
"Lord Ragnarok." Immediately, she fell into a low bow, straining as much as she could without knocking everything over. Reverently, she went to place the bottle of Othrygian level undiluted alcohol on the table, but it was rudely- and angrily- snatched away from her hand by the Titan.
Without a word, or a thanks, Ragnarok left his seat, standing up. Immediately, all the occupants of the bar, who were staring at him, turned back to their business, engaging themselves in an awkward conversation.
Silently, the Titan assumed his place at a dark, shabby, out-of-place corner, which looked like a crappy couch retrieved from the landfill compared to the rest of the shiny and upscale bar.
As soon as he sat down, he took a swig of his drink, setting it down hard on the table, but not hard enough to attract attention. Nevertheless, a few nearby customers flinched and shied away from the Titan's corner.
Ragnarok studied the bar with cold disregard. Everything was so shiny, everyone so happy that it was sickening. It felt like he had come into an Aphrodite's palace version 2.0, with scantily clad females everywhere, and shameless, openly flirting guys and gals.
Ragnarok sighed, as he drank from his bottle. The effects of the alcohol were already getting to him, as he felt like... he was outdated, loyal to only one lover... people did not care for his honour shit... maybe Calypso was right, he could accept multiple lovers.
Then Ragnarok giggled. You heard that right.
He. Giggled. Like a schoolgirl.
Why? Because he was thinking of how he would not share his girls with any other male, like a zealous alpha male. He was an alpha male, king of kings. Maybe he should have been the one to sit on the throne. Talking of Kronos... Rhea was hot. She was old enough to be his grandmother, well, she was his grandmother, but with the body of a 30-year-old MILF, she was... HOT.
He was broken out of his messy jumble of thoughts when he noticed someone- male- sit beside him. He frowned, finally taking note of the fact that he was saying something.
"-are you even listening? Oh, Hades..." Ragnarok nodded, agreeing with him, not understanding what he was saying. He finally squinted to make out the person sitting beside him.
Rex smiled when he saw recognition on his dad's face. "I heard from some other demititans about how 'Ragnarok was wandering about Othrys, staying at bars and drinking', but now that I've heard you giggle, I can officially say I've seen and heard everything Chaos has to offer. Honestly, the great and angry Ragnarok giggling..." The Titan lost interest after that, choosing instead to pop open his second bottle.
"What made you like this? Hey, are you even listening..." Rex waved an axe around in front of Ragnarok's face, but when he was met with no reaction, threw up his arms in surrender. "Percy!" He finally shouted, forcing the drunk, and unstable Titan to revert into his black-haired Greek form.
Immediately all the signs of being drunken were gone, replaced with the old scars and new scars.
"...Having some trouble?" Rex spoke as he sat down beside the fallen god.
"...Yes," Percy spoke after some time, and Rex felt the temperature go up several degrees. Fortunately, Percy had introduced power restraints around tables at a bar, because immortals sometimes tended to lose control of their emotions when they were drunk. But it never happened with his dad, and Red could tell that the change in temperature was not because of his drunkenness, but rather because of his apparent anger.
"What happened?" Rex spoke, but was met with silence. "Damn man, you look like crap, dude. What will the girls say?! Speak to me!" He shouted, drawing some stares towards the two.
The demititan smirked in triumph when he saw a flash of boiling, unadulterated rage pass through his sea-green eyes. After a few moments of painful silence, Percy spoke, "Calypso cheated on me." Shocked gasp. "With Artemis and Athena."
Rex dropped into the seat next to him, trying to comprehend the information. The two sat in silence for a few minutes as the temperature constantly rose in their corner.
Rex was not bothered by the heat. However, he could only marvel at his father's power. The power restraints were meant to render an immortal as weak as a mere mortal, to discourage them from public consumption of alcohol, besides the primary reason. And here he was, his father overpowering the best power restraints Othrys and Tartarus could provide, through sheer strength.
The two sat a few minutes in silence, during which Percy's third and fourth bottles came and went by. Finally, as the Titan was half-way through his fifth, emptying the alcohol like mere water, Rex stood up. "I hope you know what you are doing." He paused. "You have set the couch on fire." Without another word, he disappeared into the crowd.
Percy stood up, too, stopping the fire with a mere thought. He dropped a heavy bag of drachmae on the table for the property damage, and then, clutching two bottles in either hand, he went outside, already in his most drunken state.
Swaying slightly as the cold breeze stung his skin and reddened his cheeks, he wondered what he could do to get back at Calypso.
Smirking cruelly as a plan formed in his mind, he mentally checked off the boxes. Piss drunk, check. Horny as fuck, check. Looking good... at this point, he paused, and with a slight thought, all the signs of his late misery were gone, and he looked as good as the day when he first slept with Artemis. Another insult.
He counted who he could spend the night with... there was Rachel, Styx, Persephone... and... Aphrodite was a whore, count her in. Maybe he could bang Rhea too. So that's... four, no, five women he could spend the night.
Percy shrugged, emptying the almost empty bottle in his right hand, before depositing it right on the footpath. His left hand still clasped tightly around a full, and unopened, bottle, he hiccuped, before flashing away to Rachel's room, skipping everything, and pinning the surprised and scared girl to the wall.
Time: Next Day
Calypso was a sobbing mess. She didn't know what to do, who to go to. She had spent the last week trying to pretend nothing was wrong. The atmosphere on Ogygia was oppressive the entire week.
The waves were choppy, and rising higher than they had ever risen, responding to Percy's anger despite the distance separating them. The sky was always overcast with angry, dark and grey clouds that blocked out the sun, only a few golden rays managing to escape here and there. The gentle breezes were gone, replaced with a fierce gale that stormed across the island. Several trees were uprooted, strewn about the island, and it looked like chaos outside. The island had even rejected Calypso's magic, and she was as powerless as any stranded mortal. If any of them had any reason to doubt Percy's power, they were gone now. Responding to his subconscious wishes, the island and the weather moulded itself to his whims. When he wanted to have fun, the single fateful day, the day was bright and mostly cloudless, and the sea was oddly calm and warm. And now, when he wanted them to hurt, the island itself was pulling out all stops to hurt them, all the forces of nature acting against them.
The house was the only safe haven. And Calypso had been sleeping in the extra guest bedroom, seeing as a couldn't go to the roof. She did not want to know how their- her- bed looked like. She was sure that the television screen had gone flying. The air outside was cold, the world was dead and grey, and it constantly rained heavily. The wind brought the wind sweeping across her face, making her caramel hair billow out, and making her pale skin flush and sting. It was almost like the apocalypse had already occurred, and had it not been for the two goddesses still inhabiting the house with her, she would have that the year she had spent with Percy had been nothing but a pleasant dream.
There was no electricity in the household, and everything was dark. No magic or powers worked. Luckily, the Titaness still had some home-made candles left, which brought some light to the darkness.
However, the light would finally return, both figuratively and literally, when Percy returned to Ogygia. In the absence of anything to do, and being stuck to the house, all three of them had taken to sitting around the dining table. Where the small dining table earlier seemed to be cosy and homely in Percy's presence, it was now suffocating.
The half-finished stub of a candle flickered on the wooden table, the wax dropping to the table in molten globs. Looking at the candlelight, all of them were reminded of Percy.
Three pairs of dull eyes stared into the dark horizon, sighing slightly at the lack of change, the same stormy atmosphere and choppy sea. Silver eyes that had lost their lustre, grey eyes as stormy as the outside world, and depressed, yet hopeful amber eyes watched for any sign of the Titan's return.
They had spent the entire day moping.
Athena had managed to retain her sense. She had changed into new clothes, and taken a long shower when warm water was still available. In the shower, she had sobbed her heart out, and despite her bloodshot eyes, there was no other indication as to the raging emotions that threatened to tear her heart. Clad in the new clothes that she had purchased, she was doing all the chores around the house, not that there was much to do. In the absence of the spirit servants, she had to tend to the three occupied bedrooms, as well as make the meals and clean the dishes and the table. She might have broken down here and there, but she was coping quite well, not due to a lack of love, but due to a heightened sense of duty.
Artemis and Calypso were the hardest hit. The former had been reduced to the same state she had been after Percy was crucified. Calypso had gone completely mute, the only words that escaped from her were self-deprecative rebukes, and soft sobs and whimpers. The two were still clad in Percy's clothes, the large, warm fabric hanging loosely on their small frames, and providing them with a false sense of security. Their faces were emotionless as they sat listlessly around the dim candle, as if trying to resurrect the dead. However, randomly they would burst into new fits of relentless sobbing for hours on end, hanging onto each other for support. Their tears had already run dry, and had it not been for the immortal blood in their veins, Athena was sure their vocal cords would have been lost long ago. They did not even resist when she cleaned them up, stripping them of their baggy clothes, and tenderly sponging their bodies as tears streamed down the wisdom goddess' face.
The three spent twenty hours a day at the dining table, listening to the storm rage outside, the rattling of the glass doors, and hoping Percy would return.
Imagine their surprise when the storm died down abruptly.
All the three immortals immediately rose from their seats, hope blossoming in their hearts when they saw the accompanying flash, out of which emerged everyone's favourite Titan.
He looked completely FUBAR. Or in other words, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Even as he stumbled towards them, trying to get the last drops of a clearly empty bottle of alcohol down his throat.
His shirt and jeans were missing, revealing his heavily scarred body in all its glory, clad only in navy blue boxers. His skin was glistening with saliva in the moonlight, and there were numerous new scars on his body. Several of them were clearly inflicted by female nails. However, many more were serious wounds, badly scarred over. A slight stubble was growing on his face, which Calypso would have found sexy, had it not been bloody and scabbed over.
He stepped into the house, and all the lights turned on of their own accord. One could hear the shower upstairs turn on- it had been left open.
However, Calypso hated the unmistakable smell of perfume that Percy brought with him. He had been with Aphrodite, and not only her, if the scars and hickeys covering his chest and abdomen were anything to go by.
"Percy..." her voice broke. "Have you been with...with..." she gulped the lump in her throat, "other women?"
Percy seemed to break out of his drunken trance, tottering on his feet. "So what?" He hiccuped, "you didn't mind... hic... when I slept with...hic... these...these whores." He glared at them with bloodshot eyes.
The girls felt tears well in their eyes. "How many? Why?"
Percy frowned, trying to concentrate. "How many?" He hiccuped again. "How many?!" He roared angrily, before giggling, "Four...five... six seven eight nine.." He stopped, before saying, "I know why you're angry... hic... maybe next time... to will join me and Styx and Rachel and the others in a great orgy!" He exclaimed, almost falling into Calypso in the process.
He then screwed up his face. "Aphrodite..." He spoke, giving the impression that he had lost his grip on reality again, "why do you like Calypso with blonde hair and... silver eyes? You know I don't want to see the three ever again." He giggled. "Oh right. You look like the women I think are most beautiful."
He then stumbled into the Titaness, gripping her shoulders firmly for support. His face contorted in concentration, as he floated through realities and fabrications of his mind. "Calypso... I love you with my life, whatever anybody else might say. Artemis and Athena... I love them too. You were right. I fucking love them, but was too blind to look past my anger. I'm sorry."
Percy giggled again, and the almighty Titan faceplanted on the floor.
After a few seconds required to comprehend everything, the three females around the table collapsed into pitiful sobbing messes.
Whether it was tears of sorrow, heartbreak or joy and happiness, nobody could say.
Maybe Percy could, if he was not passed out on the floor.
Bleeding from his wounds.
AN: I would have stretched this on for more, but I'm in a crunch right now, regarding the chapters and all the sex that I want. I won't let my ideas go in vain!Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)