Percy tried not to appear agitated. He tried so hard but his annoyance was starting to seep through.

Idle demigods were not to be trifled with. Their ADHD combined with their hard-wired instincts to do something were too strong from them to simply be idle.

So when the war ended and a life of peace and stagnation became the norm for many of them….Percy thought his world was ending. He didn't know what to do. Ever since he was a kid, he was always dealt the shit hand or some sort of task needed to be doing.

After the Giant War, he couldn't keep still but he had to. He had to be doing something but there was nothing to be done.

The Olympians, in their grand throne hall, decided they had something for him. Some work that would be rather simple compared to the stunts he pulled.

And like an idiot he jumped at the chance for some work.

But it was just that, work. Busy work to keep a powerful demigod on a leash to be used on any whim.

He hated himself for it. Had Annabeth been there, she probably would've wanted him to deny them given their sacrifices. She would've found some way to avoid this.

Had Annabeth been there, he wouldn't have been here.

Had Annabeth been there, he wouldn't have been so lost.

So he did what he thought he had a right to.

And that was whatever he wanted. Percy wasn't about to drag a rather slimy schemer to a court full of Olympians three hundred miles away. He honestly could not be bothered to do so, not when on a ship full of people that wanted to kill him given the slightest hitch.

Besides, he didn't fancy the idea nor did he think it possible, to take someone of divine power to New York all by his lonesome.

Still, Percy did not want to be the cause of over two thousand deaths and he was forbidden to kill them or otherwise harm them…grievously that is. He didn't necessarily know where the line was on how far he was allowed to go.

But, seeing as how they didn't call his bluff, he didn't see a need to reassure them that he couldn't hurt them even if he really, really wanted to.

He didn't know why but he felt this incessant need to kill Thor. To prove himself better than him. To destroy him so utterly and completely that not even the ash of his bones would remain.

He suppressed the frightening urge.

Percy hadn't felt that since Gaea.

His mind snapped to the present. His lapses in reality were becoming too common since the end of the war.

"So Jackson right?" A man with a goatee, a red suit of armor and a glowing…thing in his chest asked rather jubilantly. Percy blinked in response.

"Perseus is fine." The demigod grumbled. He was being escorted by Thor, this guy, a guy in a star spangled banner suit and a red head with a cat suit that didn't look that viable for combat, to the holding cell. Fury had left to do whatever it was that he did.

"So Percy," The demigod frowned. His annoyance rose and he rubbed the charms on his bracelet. The comforting touch of steel always calmed him. "Why are you and Shakespeare want to break each other's necks? Oh, I'm Tony Stark by the way. You may know me as Iron Man."

Percy and the other divine being shared a glaring glance before continuing their stride. "Don't particularly know, nor do I particularly care." Was his muttered response.

Tony was unfazed by the remark. "Why are you after Loki?" Everyone walking seemed to take a little more interest in their surroundings.

Percy shrugged. "I guess I'll find out when I ask him."

They finally ended the rather long journey to the cell when they approached the holding cell entrance flanked by two armed STRIKE agents.

Percy was about to be let in when Thor asked. "I ask that I be present for this as well." Percy raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything so Thor, with his eyes sparking dangerously, continued. "Loki is of Asgard anything that happened within may constitute as an attack on Asgard."

Percy hated politics.

"Fine." Percy bit out, his eyes glowing a dangerous glint of green. The others watching took an unconscious step backward. The son of Poseidon and son of Odin entered the holding cell.

The instant the compartment shut, two flashes of light signaled the appearance of Artemis and Apollo.

Percy scoffed and stuffed his hands in his jacket, forming clenched fists that drew the blood from his palms. Of course they wouldn't show up unless all the work was done already.

There was a primal growl that emanated from Thor's throat. "Artemis, Apollo." The two addressed inclined their heads in greeting but the sneers on their faces couldn't be clearer.

"Shall we get this over with?" Percy lazily asked while tossing an annoyed glance towards the bewildered Loki. Percy was never good at getting a read on people's emotions but it would take someone truly oblivious and incompetent to not see that the surprise on the Trickster was fake.

"Yes, Percy if you would be so kind." Apollo asked. "I will determine the truth of his words."

Percy nodded. Apollo he truly had no grievance against, as all he ever did was help him. That still didn't mean he treated him as an Olympian. Percy never treated any of the Olympians as Olympians anymore. Except perhaps, Hestia and Poseidon but he was biased to them so it didn't count.

Percy stepped towards the glass casually, his clenched fists still hidden in his pockets.

"Perseus Jackson and the Olympians." Loki greeted with an ornate and mocking bow. "Loki, God of Mischief and Deceit at your service."

"You trespass on Olympian territory. What was your goal other than to cause chaos?" Percy asked simply.

"My we have barely met. God-Killer." Loki addressed him with a widened and devilish smirk. "And already you have question me as if I am a prisoner of yours. It seems that the humans have gotten to me first."

Percy shrugged. "Am I supposed to be surprised at their capabilities or surprised at your weakness, a god imprisoned by humans? I can't seem to decide."

This time Percy did get a reaction out of Loki, if the frown that took over his face was any indication. "Or am I supposed to question why you want to be here when no one else here does?"

"Well, humans are a fickle species." Loki stated casually while conjuring an ornate wooden chair with a wave of his hand and sitting upon it.

Artemis spoke behind him. "You wish to rule the earth." She concluded.

"Ah, the-" Loki began but was cut off.

"Kronos and Gaea wished to rule the world as well." Percy remarked as a chair of water formed itself underneath him as he sat down as well.

"Yes," Loki conceded. "But-"

"But nothing." Percy said simply as he slowly raised his hand. "First, Kronos." Percy raised one finger. "Dispersed into a million pieces. It'll take as many years for him to form again." Percy raised another finger. "Second Gaea, a Primordial. Let's just say she isn't ever coming back again." Percy lowered his hand. "That's not counting all the immortals and Titans that fell alongside them."

"But-" Loki pressed, he was getting agitated.

"You are delusional if you think I am going to let you even cause half the death they did." Percy rose from his seated position and felt the ship around him lurch upwards. He turned and raised an eyebrow in question.

Artemis, Apollo and Thor shrugged.

Then Percy felt the sea get further from him. "Ah they wish to keep you here don't they?" Loki rhetorically said.

Percy didn't deign to answer and then turned to the other three. "Are we done, yet?" Percy asked, impatiently. "He's a nobody."

"Don't you want to know why we all want to kill each other?" Loki asked, a giddy smirk on his face which fell when Artemis instead answered.

"We know why, pantheons are not supposed to cross, when they do blood is spilt. In instinctual almost primal need to prove better than the other."

Thor glared at her but she didn't even deign to spare him a glance and instead kept her eyes solely on Percy and thunder rumbled in the distance as the carrier gained altitude.

Apollo nodded. "We have what we need. Thor, I take it you are taking him away?"

"After I retrieve the Tesseract, I will return with Loki to Asgard where he will face trial." Thor answered and nodded albeit begrudgingly. It irked him and made his blood boil simply being in their presence. He wanted to be rid of them as soon as possible.

Apollo nodded to both him and Percy who looked indifferent and simply was looking at Loki who was grinning from ear to ear. He flashed away when he was sure Percy looked away. Artemis looked conflicted before saying. "Perseus, I wish a word with you when you are done here."

"Of course, Lady Artemis." Percy absently responded as he had locked eyes with Loki and looked suspiciously at him.

After a conflicting glance toward the demigod of Poseidon, she, too, flashed out.

"My, my caught the eye of the maiden goddess." Loki remarked. "Or is she really a maiden?"

Percy hadn't even thought about it nor willed it. But in a second, he had phased through the glass barrier and had caught Loki in a choke hold and pressed up against the reinforced steel wall. "What are you really doing on Earth?" The venomous green eyes with glowing with unbridled rage.

"I think its time for a regime change." Loki smirked but coughed and inhaled air as he was let go, Thor barely reacting and was ready to break the reinforced glass with Mjolnir.

Percy kicked the pale face of Loki for good measure. "Good luck doing that from your cell." Percy willed himself into vapor and formed beside Thor who was looking positively bloodthirsty but held his own rage at bay.

"I'm done here. Let Fury know that I expect him to still uphold our agreement." And with that Percy had turned into a mist of saltwater and disappeared.

Percy appeared in a small clearing a little ways from the Hunter camp, it had taken him a couple hours to find it but he had figured that Artemis would know that he wouldn't travel half the country to simply talk to her so she probably had set her camp up somewhere near New York where he would return and seeing as how he had just left camp to visit his family, he thought that they wouldn't be near there.

That set the only logical place for them to be was in Central Park. It was easily defensible, provided excellent cover, near Olympus, relatively speaking and given the nature spirits there and that many of the Hunters still had mortal tendencies namely junk food, it was by far the more likely choice.

So Percy focused his search there and it wasn't hard to find the camp afterwards.

Still, he didn't want to startle them. Many were veterans of the Giant War and were used as a small but effective strike force to take out weaker immortals or the nastier monsters. When their threat became apparent to the Gigantes forces, several Earthborn had materialized in their camp and began a merciless ambush.

To suddenly appear in their camp would only invite him to become a pincushion as they were more inclined to shoot first and probably never ask questions afterwards.

That didn't stop him from being greeted by a singular bow with an arrow nocked however.

In hindsight, it probably was stupid to forget about patrols and even more stupid to not simply walk in from a mile out.

"Percy?" A familiar voice called. He sighed in relief when he recognized the ginger hair of the hunter in front of him. His hands, that were held up in the universal sign of surrender lowered and he walked forwards.

She rushed him and gave him a bear hug. Percy had saved her life on three separate occasions and after the war, they had bonded over their grief, where she witnessed Thalia and Atalanta get killed and quite a few Hunters and had it not been for Percy might've been all the Hunters.

"Hi, Phebe." He spoke, he noted the silver tiara on her head. When Thalia died, there was no lieutenant. The war put too much pressure on everyone to even elect a new de facto leader for the Hunters. They were absorbed into the Greek/Roman army being led by Reyna.

They hadn't seen each other for two years though and Phoebe had grown quite attached to Percy since he was the only one to have been there when Thalia died and as such was quite literally the only one that she was able to console with.

Percy could still embarrassingly remember the Hunter following him around like a lost puppy back at Camp Half-Blood where the entire army was given another party.

They had talked a lot for the month afterwards, mostly about training and being the quiet pillars of support when they felt they were about to break from the annoying peace.

The Hunters left shortly afterwards off to hunt the most of the nastier monsters that had escaped the final battle and to secure the Doors of Death in Vegas.

She relinquished her hug and he ruffled her pixie cut wild fiery hair to which she childishly batted his hand away and they walked back towards the Hunter camp as she chatted about nothing in particular. Percy content to only let her speak.

For someone who has been alive for at least a thousand years, maybe slightly less, she had a rather child-like and innocent aura about her.

They finally entered the clearing where the Hunter camp was situated where it looked like most were lounging around and the rest shooting at targets.

Had this been the Percy before Tartarus, he would've laughed at their comical reactions.

The few that did notice the two merely glanced at the them, returned to whatever they were doing before whipping their heads so fast, some of them were sure to have whiplash and like a wave, all the attention was slowly on them.

Percy sat next to a, who he figured was one of their newest hunters, if the confused expression was anything to go by.

He definitely heard their hushed whispers from the veteran hunters telling the newer ones who he was. The demigod frowned at how he was described. He would've preferred a Hero of Olympus or son of Poseidon to Apollyon or God-Killer.

It left a sour taste in his mouth when Loki had said it and it left an even more bitter taste when those he considered friends said it.

He flashed a small, feigned smile at them before turning his gaze back to the flames while Phoebe spoke with a hunter to his side.

The hairs on the back his neck stood up and the second they did, Percy had thrown himself on top of Phoebe and the hunter, the fire blooming into an explosion.

Another series of explosions from bright blue lights and Percy's gaze snapped to the skies. Already, the Hunters had scattered themselves and began shooting back with deadly accuracy. Already several aliens had fallen with arrows in their heads.

Percy had already thrown himself off and his gaze turned towards the glowing blue black hole incredibly high above the Empire State Building with things were streaming out of.

A bright light from behind it was pulsing towards it.

It all went together horribly. Loki. Percy mentally growled.

Percy willed himself to turn into mist, an almost primal need to do so took hold of him and form as close to the beam as possible.

His hands first began dissolving and then formed again.

"What?" He asked himself as he stared at his still human hands. Before he could mull on it further another trio began zooming towards them, the hunters' arrows moving too slow to hit the targets. Almost immediately, Percy's signature dory formed in his dominant hand and without even thinking he had launched it at the center one.

The spear didn't hit the small vehicle they were flying but instead hit impaled both the driver and the gunner, the sudden malfunction of the lead caused it to careen to the side and impact another with the third peeling off before it met the same fate.

Everyone scattered except Percy, Phoebe and the other hunter. Mostly because there was no point as Phoebe was shielding the other younger hunter with her body while Percy watched the explosion while slowly approaching the crash point.

He pulled the spear from the two bodies and grimaced at the bluish and purplish blood that was on it.

Instantly, Percy took control of the situation. "Phoebe, you guys will hold Central Park, keep it safe."

It wasn't much of a task given it looked like they were focusing their efforts further downtown. Percy instead of waiting for confirmation began jogging towards where the beam was, water coalescing around him as he did so.

Private Jameson Phillips of the New York National Guard stood by the Humvee, modified M4 and all.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared shitless. After all, he was army reserve and never expected to be deployed…ever. So when the base went into high alert, the only thing he could remember is his training and the only thing he forgot was if he turned off his Xbox.

Still, that didn't prepare him for the guy that was waltzing down the road as if he owned all of New York.

Or the fact that he was wearing armor that seemed…well it seemed several thousand years too old for the era.

Or that fact that he seemed to be heading straight for the outer perimeter for the zone Captain America had set up.

"Uh, sir! Halt!" Phillips stuttered. He wasn't used to this, he knew everyone on base so being on duty was easy. The sergeant just said to make sure that no knucklehead goes to Manhattan.

He never said anything about stopping a guy that made Leonidas from 300 look like a preschooler.

The guy never even stopped to look at him.

The Humvee's gunner swiveled around and the three other perimeter guards leveled their weapons at him.

"Halt!" Phillips shouted, his voice gained a little more backbone to it now that his buddies were backing him up. "This is a restricted area!"

The armored guy spared him a glance and kept walking.

And walking…

And walking…

What was Phillips doing again? Oh right the Lieutenant was having them maintain a perimeter set up by Captain America.

Make sure no knucklehead goes to Manhattan. His exact words were. He looked down the street and saw no one, well no one going into Manhattan. Not that many are crazy enough to go straight into an alien invasion.

He looked at the Humvee gunner who was looking upwards and the three other guys directing fleeing civilians.

Did I turn off my Xbox?

For comparison's sake, this chapter is about 3300 words. The chapter on the official story is about 5500 words.