Welcome to Lord of Alaska! Sorry if this fanfic has mistakes. I will try to revise and edit as much as possible. Disclaimer: The characters and places that you know belong to Rick Riordan, everything else is mine.

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Aster opened his eyes to a dark cave-like place. A putrid vomit stench filled the air. The murky green walls pulsated every so often, and his feet sunk slowly into the shaky ground. A distant rumble and light appeared at the top of the place, miles up from where he was.

Aster pulled his feet up and traipsed around the place. More accurately, Kronos' stomach. The place where his father thought he would perish, but Rhea had protected him just in time. This was a memory, a dream of his previous life. How did he fall to this again? Must have been his weakened demigod state.

Something screamed above him. Looking up, he saw a small figure clothed in an orange robe falling down. Aster's heart warmed and he smiled. Hestia had just been swallowed, and now he would no longer be lonely in this pit of hell.

A figure appeared from the green darkness ominously. The black hair and blue eyes that stuck out from the darkness immediately told Aster it was his older self. He was naked, only covered with the scraps of Rhea's covers, but still had a golden hum of power from its sickly body. When had he looked that bad?

Perseus, what Aster decided to call his old self, looked up to Hestia's falling body. He stood there silently, waiting for her to hit the ground. Probably wondering if his sister was competition, prey, or companion. He hoped his sister would be companion.

Hestia's body hit the ground in a muffled thump. She was still tightly wrapped in covers, her face not yet dimmed by the years of Kronos' stomach, and she had the purest face.

A moment later, cries could be heard from the fallen covers. Disgusted, Perseus grimaced and walked away back to his hiding spot, leaving Hestia to whimper alone. Aster looked somberly at his hidden form and at his abandoned sister.

He had been such a bad person.


Perseus woke up from his sleep in his cove. Normally, gods did not sleep, but one had to when swallowed into a power-draining stomach. He yawned and stretched his arm out, still lying down on the pulsing floor.

A golden face with brown hair walked in, smiling brightly. Perseus got up quickly and screamed, putting up a magical wall between him and the intruder. Hestia looked up at the shimmering barrier curiously. She touched it, her hand going through, and she walked through the wall.

Intrigued but wary, Perseus let her come close. The baby god was not going to do him any harm, and she clearly passed through a wall nothing else had passed through, but he was not going to fall for any tricks. Even if she was his sibling.

He summoned bread and sauce, gesturing for his sister to eat the food. She sat down on the floor, and grabbed the bread, dipping it in the tzatziki. She took a bite, and smiled brightly. She liked it. Her smile outshined all of the light in this hellhole. His heart warmed. Hestia ate another sauce-dipped bread, and started running around Perseus' cove.

The latter smiled. Maybe having a resident into his home wasn't that bad. He could only hope her energy would not be dampened by this soul-sucking environment.

At night, when Hestia fell asleep, as all infant and weakened deities did, Perseus covered her body with a cotton blanket. He lay down next to her and fell asleep, hugging her. May she always stay with him. May she be his eternal companion.

Someone pulled on his hair. Perseus got up in a blink, headbutting his attacker. Although it hurt little, that thing deserved it. Or not. He saw Hestia on the floor, crying on the ground. His eyes softened, and he placed her in his arms.

Hestia was still crying. He frowned, and pushed her away. Why wasn't she not crying anymore? Even if he butted her, she got a loving hug! The good balanced out the bad. And it was her fault for pulling her hair anyways!

Perseus left her alone to cry her heart out. When she would run out of sound and energy, then would he hug her. He would only be nice when she was nice. Then she would learn to not cry obnoxiously, ruin his peace, and pull his black hair.

It was getting boring. Before his sister fell from the sky, he had always had something to do, whether it be mind games or exploring the never ending stomach. But he liked being with Hestia, liked having fun, and liked not being alone.

His resistance wavered. He tried to look away from her, but his gaze kept dropping to his sibling. Why did he care so much about her?

Fine, he would succumb. Perseus smiled at his still-crying sister, and offered butterfly kisses all over her face. Snapping his fingers, he healed whatever injuries his headbutt might have caused. Hestia stopped crying.

She giggled. Such a pure, sweet sound, Perseus thought. A sound that he vowed never to be dampened by the environment, a sound to last till eternity. If she stayed with him, then he would protect. This he vowed until his last breath.

Hestia grabbed at his hair again. Perseus waved his finger and said, "Nope. I'll only let you play with my hair if you promise to stay with me forever. Do you agree?"

He held out his pinky to solidify the deal, and his baby sister joined their pinkies. Even if she probably didn't understand what it meant yet, Perseus was so happy. He would always have one companion!

Perseus held his sister's hands into his hair and let her use it. She played with the long threads, and added her own style and braids to it. The shoulder-length hair really framed his head now.

"Thank you!" Perseus said, smiling brightly. He lifted his sister and twirled her in the air. She screamed giddily, and he felt the same inside. Joy and happiness, for the first time in forever.


Hestia had just been here for 200 fortnights of swallows, and it was time to celebrate. Using some materials that had popped up mysteriously, he had set up a trampoline by freezing wood, implanting onto the ground, and stretching flexible skin atop. At first, it was not bouncy enough, but he used the more bouncy part of the ground, more to the East.

"Go on!" Perseus screamed from afar. "Jump on the trampoline! Celebrate your two-hundredth fortnight of swallows!"

Hestia was now a bit older than his age when she was eaten. She looked at him nervously before bouncing on the trampoline. With some of Perseus' power, she was able to bounce to high altitudes. Almost till the small slit of light at the top.

Maybe his sister could bounce high enough to see what was outside of these seaweed walls? He was far too heavy, wouldn't bounce that high, but she could see and escape these pulsating walls. She could be free.

No. She would stay with him. Perseus would not be alone, not after he knew how bad loneliness would be. Hestia would never leave his sight. With a bit of magic, he pushed his sister down and down until her bounces were not tall.

"That is enough, Hestia! Come back down!" Perseus shouted. She frowned and shook her head, but he glared at her. Let her think he was concerned about danger; she just had to be with him. Hestia stopped bouncing and stepped off the trampoline.

Perseus hugged her possessively. She couldn't escape from here - she had to stay with him! The only way they would escape was together.

The light from the top dimmed. The god looked around wildly, searching for what darkened the seaweed stomach. The last time it was this dark was when Hestia fell, so was something new falling? Was a new sibling joining them?

The light reappeared, and the opening at the top shined through again. Perseus sighed and looked at his sister. She was looking at him curiously, asking, "Why did the light go out?"

"I do not know, but the light is back, so our worries shall be gone. And the next time you jump, do not jump that high. Okay?" he asked sternly, hoping she would say yes. If she said yes, he wouldn't have to use the oath to make her stay with him.

But Hestia was not listening. With a horrified expression plastered onto her face, she shot her arms out and pulled on an invisible rope. A black clump of something was falling on the ground at fast speeds, speeds at which Hestia fell. Another deity was in fact joining them!

But the clump did not fall onto the ground. Hestia's magic, the first time Perseus had seen it, had cushioned and braced the clump's fall. Instead of falling like a rock, the clump fell like paper onto an invisible mattress his sister made.

Hestia ran towards the clump, and Perseus followed begrudgingly. After some exercise, his sister uncovered the black blanket covering the baby. He had black hair, white skin, and a thin frame. The god inside had a gray aura, meaning his domains were not declared.

Hestia hugged the god and carried it along her abdomen, singing a little song. The unnamed god smiled and giggled loudly. His smiles created dimples on his thin cheeks, and he reached for his sister's hair. Perseus smiled at them.

Hestia was letting the god touch her hair, drowning in its laughter and childishness. All her attention was on that godling. Not Perseus, who had raised her and brought her into maturity. His heart burned and his mind went blank. Perseus would not let that happen. The godlings could not be together.

"Hestia, I think that's enough," he stated coldly. "The godling must be tired from that fall. Let you not tire it nor yourself. And do not coddle or hug it, or else it will never grow. Give it to me, and go get some rest after that trampoline."

"Perseus, we are not going to ignore our brother like you have done. I will coddle him and raise him as much as we can. He deserves to be treated with kindness in this bleak world."

"I propose we raise him like how I raised you, and look how you turned out: perfectly fine, better even. You have grown into the goddess of the hearth and the home."

Hestia grumbled something unflattering under her mouth. Perseus raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"

"I did not turn out fine under you! I am never out of your sight. Anything I do, you must control! I am the goddess of the hearth, but the ice has always restrained me!" she shouted, setting the frowning godling on the ground.

"It's for your better good! None of your powers appeared until the god fell down! What if you had died? As your elder brother I must watch and protect you! Do not forget about that oath we made back then."

"The oath we made when I was barely a swallowing old. You cannot hold me accountable for that. Don't act like you did this because of my safety. It was just because you are lonely! And you sound just like our father!"

Perseus took a step back, his eyes burning in anger. "What did you say, that I sound like Kronos? He is the worst of the worst, while I have been nothing but a good sibling and parent to you. Never compare me to him."

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't act like him. You are always afraid of the uncertain, just like Kronos. 'Give her to me, and go get some rest'. That is exactly what he said to Rhea before I fell down!"

Something in him broke. Perseus took a deep breath, looking his sister dead in the eye. "That is so wrong. You know what? I will allow you to raise the godling the way you want to, and I'll stay out of your way. I will even leave our dwelling. That's how controlling I am."

Hestia nodded, crossing her arms. The god of ice laughed bitterly and walked away bitterly from his siblings. He would see how well she raised Hades. Time to find a new place to live in this shithole.

Here is my fifth chapter of Lord of Alaska! P.S., the new godling is Hades.

Summary: Aster wakes up in another dream about his life. He sees himself find Hestia, befriend her, and their whole character development. When a new godling falls, the two have a big argument over how Perseus raised Hestia. They both vow to never see each other in Kronos' stomach.

Percy had almost all his godly powers, so why didn't he escape? Because he didn't know he could escape, because he thought the stomach was all that existed. He taught the other gods to never try to escape either. "The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison."

A 'swallowing' is a unit of time because they didn't know about minutes and hours. It is as large and as small as I want it to be. They live in Kronos' stomach, but it's a separate part which filters any non-magic in and everything else out.

Have a great day and let's all Mystify!