They were fighting again. Some mortal guy she'd been seeing. They bickered like a married couple. Oh right, they were.
"You're always cheating on me," he said. "With my brother, with mortal, demigods, even my own son once."
"And what about you! You cheat on me as well. How do you think your son was born? Besides, had I known he was your son, I wouldn't have—"
"He was sixteen."
"So, age is just a number. Besides, you have a crush on Athena and you're yelling at me about cheating." She said.
Athena and Poseidon, on the other side of the room, had also been arguing. When Aphrodite said this though, they stopped and stared. Hephaestus blushed, the Ichor prominent on his cheeks.
To the other gods in the room, Athena and Poseidon's dispute probably sounded like this. Blah Blah Blah, Percy. Blah Blah Blah, Annabeth. Blah Blah Blah, wedding. Blah Blah Blah, your fault. And so on and so forth.
'Remind me to tell Annabeth and Percy it was a bad Idea to invite their godly parents to their wedding. Either Athena or Poseidon is not going. Probably Poseidon. Athena never loses a battle.' Thought Hestia as she scoped the room, watching the disputing Olympians.
On their thrones, Zeus and Hera were in the midst of a… heated discussion.
"Another one? Why can't you be faithful?" demanded Hera.
"But you don't understand, wife." Zeus stated. "This one was beautiful, with silky blonde hair and green eyes and…"
"I don't care. You were cheating."
"If you're going to blame someone, blame Percy, He was the one who demanded, along with plenty of other ridiculous things, that the big three's pact was no longer in affect."
"But you had two kids before…"
Somewhere else in the throne room, two twin archer gods fought over who was oldest again. It was futile for Apollo, we all knew Artemis was eldest, but you couldn't blame a boy for trying, unless you were his sister. Ugh. Those boys get on her nerves.
Hermes lounged in his throne, smirking at Ares, who had fallen asleep in his. He had a sharpie mustache, unibrow, beard, and LOSER written across his forehead.
Demeter and Dionysus, from their thrones, were having a debate about which was better: Wine or Cereal. They constantly had this debate. Through the thousands upon thousands of years, neither has won.
Aphrodite and Hephaestus, still arguing about cheating and whatnot, were interrupted by Ares charging Hermes. Apparently, writing on the war god's face is not an effective way to save yours. Hestia wondered how he knew who did it. Well, it's probably because it's always Hermes.
"Look at all this hatred. Hatred is bad. I need to do something about it." said Aphrodite, looking around the room, her feud with her husband all but forgotten.
Hestia gulped. Oh no…
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