DISCLAIMER : Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan.
"A war… ?"
He didn't expect that from his friend, Clarisse. He should have expected it though. All the signs were there. Clarisse told him each time they saw each other what happened. He didn't expect her nor her siblings to go to Tokyo to see him. He didn't expect it, at all. He wasn't Greek nor Roman. Still he was a son of a God, half God half human. He never went to those camps that Romans and Greeks have because people didn't care about children from other divinities such as the Scandinavians or Egyptians. His mother was born in New York, she had him after her formation of languages. She left for Europe, home for all half God half human.
She had always been a lovely mother. She never slapped him, she never starved him, she always took care of him. She never lied to him about his origins. She told him once he was able to understand. He trained, he lived, he survived, he did many things to keep going even with his mother's death. The poor lovely woman who was killed when he was fifteen because of a disease. He was left alone without someone to take care of him. But Percy survived somehow alone. He went to the United States and met while beating off some monsters Clarisse and he siblings. They quickly became friends.
"It concerns the Greeks, isn't ?" He asked to Clarisse who was patiently looking at him.
"Yes. There are the Romans too." She replied quickly.
"Do they know I'm a Norse demigod ?" Percy asked concerned.
He had already a Greek name. But his mother got him a Norse name in case. Clarisse looked conflicted, he guessed that she went to him without telling people about him. Percy raised a hand saying it was fine. He couldn't say he was going to help. He was a Norse demigod after all. He had some people to inform before doing anything.
"I can't decide anything without informing some people. The Norse Council. And by the way, Norse Gods. Tell me about the situation."
And they spoke.
He was the wily trickster god. He had short black hair, green eyes. Loki was the son of the giant Farbauti and Laufey. He occupied a highly ambivalent and ultimately place among the gods. He was wearing a gold helmet on his head, it was quite royal to him even if he didn't wear it constantly. He was wearing black clothes and black cape. He was sitting on his throne in his temple. A message appeared in the room, it was an Laughing Elf.
"Lord ! Your youngest son is leaving Europe !" The small creature said quickly before he could say anything.
Norse Gods were closer to their children than Greeks or Romans Gods, they were quite unique. Loki had many sons and daughters in thousands years, they formed the Trickster Council under his name. The last son he had, was only eighteen. Loki sent his eldest siblings to retrieve him when he was born. But his mother went against his wishes. He wished his children to grow strong and free. Most of the women he copulated with abandoned his children so he couldn't risk it. The mother was the first of many to raise his son until his fifteen birthday, she died of a disease.
His children found his youngest son when he was sixteen. He wasn't living in the main capital of demigods in Europe or in any cities of demigods as his other children did but at least he and his other children had contacts with him. Loki wasn't a stalker, he took care of his children despite the awful things people said about him. But he couldn't do anything, sometimes things happened. The Trickster Council was founded in 1900 but it became much powerful in 1939. Many demigods had been killed in Nazi camps, a few of them survived but they had been scarfed to life.
"What does he do ?" He demanded remaining calm.
"He informed the Trickster Council of his doing. He is going to war for the Greeks and Romans because of a major character." The small creature complied.
"Who?"
He wasn't aware of the war in the US nor who was the enemy. Greeks or Romans Gods were too prideful to ask for help.
"Kronos."
He stayed impassible. Inside of him, he was furious. If the Greeks and Romans Gods (they were the same due to history) lost, the world would fall too. Loki got up, he quickly ordered to the creature to inform the council to stop his youngest son and wait for his orders. He quickly left his temple to go to inform the other gods of the critical situation in the United States. In his mind, Loki cursed all the Greeks and Romans Gods.
"My father has been informed, Clarisse." Percy said nervously looking away from his eldest brother who was glaring at him.
"And now?" She asked confused by his behavior.
"We wait." Percy's older brother replied before Percy.
She fell silent. She knew that everything was different in Europe. The only person who might know about their doing was their father. He glanced up last week to her a few times looking thoughtful each time. She sat down on the couch while some Norse demigods brought some food and drinks.
"Father must be furious." A Norse demigod said.
She was a strong woman, daughter of Thor. She looked like her father.
"I think every God from every Pantheon is furious." A Japanese demigod added.
