AN: Both of us know what I'm gonna tell you now. Go on to YouTube, and check out The Christmas Truce by Sabaton! Oh, and happy Diwali. And Ronaldo saves Ole's job... again.
Ole be like: LOL, just pass to the SIIIIIUUUUUUU-perman.
Time: Next Day
Athena's grey eyes kept wandering over to the Dark god sitting in the driver seat, shaking in quiet anticipation as he raced the car over to the Wembley stadium for the show.
That morning, he had giddily entered the dining table waving two tickets for the live Sabaton concert, and no matter how much Athena protested, she was chosen to be the one to accompany him to the show.
She suspected that he had done that on purpose. Everyone knew how much the somewhat introverted wisdom goddess valued her solitude, and here he was, dragging her along to the undoubtedly loud and chaotic heavy metal concert.
Her cheeks reddened as she realised she had been staring at him for too long, making Athena forcibly look back at the congested road.
The people, it seemed, were slowing down even more than they already were as they saw their 'sexy supercar', as Percy so eloquently put it, roll by.
The normally prideful Athena tried to hide in the sleek, black leather seats, feeling uncomfortable at the people looking at them. There were butterflies fluttering in her stomach, a somewhat unsettling, though not unpleasant feeling that made her feel like a love-struck schoolgirl, a strange, out of place and unnerving self-consciousness that reared its ugly head every time Percy looked at her, his thrice-damned thousand-watt smile dazzling, never straying far from his perfectly edible, delicious looking lips.
Her small, soft hand, which rarely saw anything other than fine, delicate paper and smooth writing utensils, clutched the seat belt tighter, as she shifted uncomfortably in the shotgun seat.
The car gave an almost imperceptible, even for a goddess like her, lurch as Percy stopped at a red light, going from over eighty to zero in less than three seconds.
The solid gold Ferrari was built perfectly aerodynamic, so close to the ground that Athena felt she could reach out and touch the ground from her seat, itself an expensive luxury that only a god could afford. The entire thing was gold plated, a shining piece of art to ever grace the streets, smoothly rolling by the daily traffic and the smoke of the city, a golden lotus in the quagmire of mankind.
The gold was very close to Athena's deep blush as she felt Percy lean back in his seat, extending an arm to wrap around her shoulders as he sighed in content.
Despite her brain screaming at her not to, Athena's body disobeyed, leaning in close to Percy's chest to feel his warmth and comfort, a feeling she dearly missed every time he broke a hug. Her cheek touched the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, making her sigh softly as she felt Percy rub her shoulders.
"Enjoying the day so far, Athena? Olympus knows you needed to get out of that musty old library, and get something physical in. It's a surprise you don't get fat sitting in a chair all day." Percy laughed, poking her toned stomach through the thin t-shirt she wore, making Athena blush harder.
"I'm a war goddess, too, Percy. I'm always in peak condition." Athena mumbled softly, not bothering to look back at him to hide her golden blush. She snuggled into his side, undoing her seatbelt and cursing the gear for not allowing her to slide into his lap.
Her golden cheeks slightly disguised by her bright blonde hair, the wisdom goddess looked out of the window at the day going on in the mortal realm.
The skies were slightly overcast, a gentle greyish tinge that showed that a harsh winter was just around the corner. The sun was not visible, hidden behind a thin blanket of grey clips that stretched as far as the eye could see in Zeus' neverending domain. But the shade did not equal cool, for the day was as hot as could be, an oppressive sweaty heat characteristic of October, a last wave of heat before the cold struck. A few crows circled overhead, seemingly the only birds evolved to survive the harshness of the urban areas, their black wings lost in the hazy smoke of the road beneath. There was no breeze, the dust and the smoke never settled, lining the dull green leaves of the trees thickly, merging with the pale greys of the worn pavement and the forest of concrete and glass that sprawled ahead, one of the most dissimilar sights to Ogygia's tropical lushness as there was, and Athena should know, she had been to every major city in the world.
Athena shivered slightly as she felt the cool air of the air conditioner assault her skin, sending goosebumps up her smooth skin, yet she could not but embrace the delicious sting of the cold air, not a bit like the smoke and oppressive heat outside. She smelled the potent fragrance swimming about in the car's interior, the scent of the car's air freshener mixing with the natural fragrance of the Dark god, a scent that made women feel weak in the knees.
And Athena was no exception, a weak feeling that made her melt into Percy's side as she nestled her head against the crook of his neck, being lulled into a comfortable sleep, more comfortable in the car seat with Percy than in her expensive, luxurious bed without him.
She stirred when Percy removed his hand from her shoulder, feeling the car him into life again, before they resumed their journey to Wembley.
Athena reluctantly removed herself from Percy's side to allow him to concentrate on the road, her eyes never leaving his form, making her gulp slightly in anticipation, looking forward to the date she had initially opposed, with the man she had hated in some distant past that seemed centuries ago, son of the man she loathed (and still barely tolerated).
Athena glanced at Percy out of the corner of her eye, watching the grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he sped towards the stadium, weaving in and out of traffic. His hands moulded perfectly to the leather-clad steering wheel, smoothly guiding the sleek, ultramodern car through the throngs of traffic making their way through the thick London streets.
Oh yeah, they were in London, in case you couldn't tell. The Wembley Stadium in London, is the home of Tottenham Hotspur football club, and the only awards lifted there were the ones held by Sabaton.
#classicSpursy
But back to the matter at hand, Athena couldn't help checking out the Dark god out of the corner of her eyes, examining him as keenly as she would if he were a beautifully written masterpiece.
Which he was, if any female had anything to say about it, Percy was a masterpiece, the best in the gene pool, an alpha whose genes would be best for the future generations. And yes, that does mean what that means, and every girl wanted to be bred by the smoking hot hunk of a Dark god.
And Athena was no exception.
Her eyes traced his angular, sharp features that sent shadows dancing across his face, accentuating his features, making him look every inch the sinful Dark god everyone desired. He had rich, aristocratic features, a sharp nose and high cheekbones that added definition to his face, a few days old stubble darkening his chin and sharp, well-defined jaw, adding to his overall appeal, and making Athena want to kiss and suck on his neck and jaw. His silky, raven black hair seemed darker than night, so dark that jet black did not even begin to describe it. His messy locks fell in an adorable mess around his forehead, most of it clumsily pulled back into a just perfect, small man bun. Perfectly tanned, bronze skin made him look like a Greek supermodel, only better. A silver earring glinted on his ear, mirroring the dazzling brightness of his abnormally sharp, perfectly white teeth that were revealed whenever he smirked, which was always. His pink, soft and sweet, cupid bow lips seemed to be the annoying cherry on top, a pair of lips that made every girl hungry and unsatisfied till she devoured it.
His slender neck led to a set of dog tags that always jingled around his neck, glinting with the names of those deceased. He had the perfect inverted triangle shape body structure that every male was envious of, with broad shoulders and a muscle packed chest leading to a slim waist, with well defined, toned abs. His long, lean arms were equally well-muscled, capable of crushing rocks, and with it, the will of women. His thin cotton clothes clung to his body like second skin, showing off his hard-earned musculature and toned swimmer build. He was wearing only a slightly tight, black Sabaton Steel Commanders t-shirt, and with it a pair of black skinny jeans that ended in Nike CR7 boots.
And if that wasn't enough, his innumerable tattoos peeked out through his tight t-shirt, dark ink painted on his skin, visible on his neck and biceps.
And Athena knew the heat that he was packing in his boxers- she was one of many who had purchased the... ahem, merchandise when it had been leaked by the blessed children of Aphrodite. The knowledge, accentuated by her photographic memory, that preserved every single detail after only a glance, only served to test her resistance to temptation in the form of the Dark god beside her.
Feeling more than a bit self-conscious, Athena averted her gaze to the side mirror, examining her reflection in the glass.
She was a goddess. Of course, she looked perfect.
Athena looked like, for lack of a better expression, a less erotic and more nerdy and aggressive version of Aphrodite.
Her blonde princess curls, which her children were known for, fell in a soft, gentle cascade of interwoven golden hair past her shoulders. Her stormy grey eyes were the most prominent feature on her face, a piercing gaze that one could never forget easily. Her eyes, which might or might not be obscured by glasses, saw everything, piercing one's soul and not missing even a single detail, lined by perfect eyebrows and curly eyelashes. Her face was slightly on the slender side, the face of a warrior, not the heart-shaped face that Aphrodite or her daughters boasted of. She had soft, sweet pink lips that just begged to be kissed, full lips that she sank her perfect, white teeth into, in anticipation. She carried with her the sweet scent of expensive cologne, with just a slight hint of olives and old paper. Her look was touched up with the only jewellery she ever wore, a pair of small, simple silver earrings that dangled daintily from her ears.
Athena wore a simple grey jumper over an even simpler sleeveless white vest, the grey fabric beautifully contrasting her slightly tanned skin. This was accompanied by white skinny jeans and sneakers of the same colour, which made her look the exact opposite of Percy, who was decked out in all black nine times out of ten. Athena had a perfect hourglass figure, though not as curvy as Aphrodite, or as slim and lithe as Artemis, just in the middle. Her slim waist and toned stomach led to wide, childbearing hips that rendered her a perfectly breedable look to Percy's occasionally wandering eyes, her baggy clothes the only thing hiding her sinful bubble butt from his wandering eyes. Her jumper hugged her curves perfectly, and Percy's hands just itched to grope Athena shamelessly, and make her his obedient bitch.
The D-cup tits did not help either in that regard, perfectly round and firm on her chest, globes of soft flesh that jiggled softly with every breath, tipped by cherry nipples. Athena had to wear bras a few sizes too small for her to keep her large tits from interfering in her day to day life, though now, she could only be thankful for her oversized milk jugs that drew Percy like a moth to a flame. Despite being the best male around, Percy was still a male whose hormones would not be denied, and Athena had caught him more than a few times holding a staring contest with her chest.
Ichor crept up her cheeks as she felt her heart beat faster, her body warming up as she thought about the Dark god beside her. Perhaps being in his harem wasn't that bad, after all.
The Ferrari rolled to a smooth stop in the parking lot, and Percy jumped out, before holding the door open for Athena, always the gentleman.
She shot him a small smile as she stepped out, blinking slightly at the hot weather as compared to the car's cool interior. Athena took Percy's hand, watching quietly as he locked the car, trying to ignore all the stares they were getting from the few people milling about.
Percy stretched to his full height, ignoring the blatant stares he got from the females around as he felt his bones pop satisfyingly. His love for cars, and his height did not go too well, sometimes, seeing how he had to be cooped up in such a small space.
Looking down at his shy goddess, he smiled at her, fanning her small blush further, before leading her to the security checks.
The two stopped at the gates, where Percy produced their tickets, allowing them entrance to the stadium.
They were a bit early, and there was hardly anyone about.
Athena clung tightly to Percy's side, enjoying his warmth. Her shorter frame moulded to his side like she was made for it, as she hugged his arm to her chest, looking around shyly with wide eyes.
Percy made every effort to ignore the way his arm was sandwiched between her tits, but he hid his discomfort at the wondrous, childlike innocence in Athena's gaze as her beautiful, so familiar yet so different, stormy grey eyes eagerly devoured every detail of the stadium.
She had never been to a concert, especially not an energetic, chaotic metal concert, so this was... a new, promising to be extreme, experience for the introverted wisdom goddess.
She took a moment to acclimatize herself to the new environment, noting every little detail about her surroundings.
The stage was unlike any she had seen before, with barbed wire and sandbags that made it look like a WWI battlefield, though, if what Percy had told her was any true, then it might be what they were going for, anyway. A few staff milled about on stage, making last-minute adjustments and checking everything for one last time before the concert kicked off. The lights were dimmed in preparation for an explosive start,
The people were beginning to pour in, now, and Athena could see all the stands getting filled slowly, with more people pooling in the mosh pit. It was a most curious amalgamation of people of all ages and sizes, most wearing the same merchandise that Percy sported, but a few with unique costumes that spoke of the familial, jovial eccentricity that characterizes metal fans. The same lightheartedness that is invisible to those who are not of the metal family. Athena thought she had spotted a WWI general hand in hand with a pink unicorn, but she had seen worse.
But after all that, the only words she could muster were, "You roll up in a Ferrari and get us tickets in the mosh pit?"
Percy waved her off, not even bothering to acknowledge her with a glance. "The most fun happens in the mosh pit. Don't worry, I'll protect you, goddess."
Athena hugged him tighter, her cheeks warming slightly at his words. "The only thing that is stopping me from walking out from this concert right now is that you promised me that they sang about history and stuff... which seems true, so far. That is probably the only thing interesting about this. I would really prefer some soft, gentle music, instead. Any time of the day."
Percy fixed her with a bland look, which made Athena blush as bright gold as her hair. "Your music choices suck. But I have seen worse."
"Like Atlas vibing to Kpop?"
"Like Atlas vibing to Kpop. Whose stupid idea was that, anyway?"
Athena's lips trembled, but she managed to stifle her laughter at the look on Percy's face, but only barely. It was the son of Poseidon himself who had come up with the idea initially, intent on torturing Atlas insane with Kpop, but to his horror, the titan seemed to like the music.
Athena didn't know why he was so... pissed off by that.
She was dragged back to reality by the loud guitars blazing to life, making all the crowds gathered in the stadium cheer loudly.
The wisdom goddess looked up at her smoking hot date, screaming his head off as he fangirled over the band members, bringing a small smile to her face at his childishness.
"We are Sabaton, and this is... GHOST DIVISION!"
Athena's only complaint was that they were somewhat loud, but it seemed like everyone here enjoyed that, so she wouldn't complain. Every person had their own preferences, and as long as they were not hurting others, she couldn't say anything.
Even as the entire crowd jumped up and down in the mosh pit, screaming nonsensically, joined by a crazy powerful Dark god in their midst, Athena couldn't help but smile.
She hugged Percy tightly, breaking him in the middle of the Winged Hussars chorus as she tugged him down to her height.
Percy had a strange sense of deja vu as his lips met the soft, pink lips of the shy, vulnerable wisdom goddess.
There were a few wolf whistles from the people around, making the two blush, but they did not break the kiss.
As Percy led her expertly, moving in sync with her lips as their lips moulded together, Athena felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, making her feel weak and needy.
The concert went on for a few hours, during which the couple just enjoyed each other's company. Percy sang along with the rest of the thousands of loyal fans to a few songs, raising chants occasionally, and partaking in the metal madness.
Athena watched the Dark god lose his mind and act like an overexcited child. She laughed at his antics, clinging to his shirt and enjoying the frequent hugs he gave her. His dominating presence, towering over everybody else with dark, sexy looks deterred any stupid males that might have approached her on any other occasion.
She might even dare say that she enjoyed the concert. She clapped absentmindedly sometimes, she got everything the songs were about, this was much more interesting than the cliché shit like love and heartbreak that most pop songs were about. The music was above average, (in her opinion) if a bit loud. Above all, the flashing lights, drawing attention like moths to a flame, the high energy performances, the beer thrown about and pure excitement and passion everyone exuded was the cherry on top of the cake. She could catch a glimpse as to why so many people across the world, including her Dark god, was crazy about this.
The only thing was the occasional chuckles she had to stifle, drawing curious looks from Percy. This was the only side effect of being an immortal who knew everything first hand. It had been one of her own sons who had shot King Carolus Rex dead, so forgive her if she could not take the question of 'Killed by his own or by his foe?' seriously.
She smiled up at him, her grey eyes twinkling as Percy looked down at her with a smile dazzling enough to match hers, riding a perpetual high.
His arms wrapped around her waist, his rough palms cupping her round bubble butt through the thin fabric of her white jeans. He used his grip to effortlessly lift her up, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
Athena tried to deny how good his lips felt, or how her heart sang in happiness. The sensitive insides of her thighs quivered, and her unwavering, unshakeable will was the only thing keeping her from wrapping her legs around his waist.
Ichor rushed to her cheeks, as her eyelids fluttered at his brazen action.
Finally regaining some semblance of control over her muscles, she pushed him away, landing nimbly on her feet as he stumbled back, letting go of her. She ignored the painful pang in her chest at the hurt that flashed across his eyes momentarily.
She fisted his t-shirt, using her grip to pull the tall Dark god down to her height, pressing her lips to his in another chaste kiss, trying to tell herself that that would be the last one for a few minutes. She couldn't just spend all her time kissing the annoying son of Poseidon, no matter how much her entire being screamed at her to do so.
"We're in public, Jackson. Act appropriately." She hissed against his lips, unable to resist the temptation to dive in for another short kiss.
Percy smiled sheepishly when she pulled away.
"Sorry, Athena," the use of her real name told her he was being serious for once, before he offered her his arm. "Come on, let's go. Everyone's leaving."
She looked around, indeed, the fully packed stadium was dispersing slowly, everyone reluctant to part with the spot that had marked such an enjoyable few hours.
"That, we shall." She spoke, smiling softly at Percy as she hooked her arm through his, trying not to be too clingy, trying to resist the temptation of snuggling into his side.
They had only taken a few steps when Percy stopped abruptly.
"Percy?" She asked, feeling a bit worried.
He turned towards her, his eyes wide and gleaming with rarely seen excitement. "Athena, can you control the Mist?"
"Yes, of course. And so can you. We are gods, Percy." She explained softly, unable to see where he was going with this.
"Well, then, I was wondering if..."
Oh. Of course, she should have seen it coming from a mile away.
"You want to use the Mist and get yourself autographs?"
He looked pleasantly surprised. "You can read my mind! Si si si si si si si!"
She sighed, shaking her head softly at him, despite the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Alright, Percy. Come on, lead the way."
And the giddy god tugged her towards the backstage.
It was a few minutes later that Percy was standing in the parking lot, staring blankly ahead. The moment he had come face to face with the band members, he had gone stiff as a board, like a schoolboy meeting his star, leaving Athena to do everything. He had just walked around like an animated puppet.
He finally seemed to snap out of the awestruck trance he had slipped into. "Athena! Why are we in the parking lot?! We-we- did I-?"
He seemed to wilt.
Athena smiled at him, holding up the Crusader helmet that was part of his godly armour. On the pitch-black godly metal, with white marker and some of Athena's discrete magic, were the signatures of all the five members of Sabaton.
Percy was in a permanent state of disbelief as he reverently held the helmet in trembling hands. His knees were shaking in excitement.
Athena shot him a warm smile. "We can charm it to be permanent when we return to Ogygia."
He looked up at her, his eyes trying to convey a message. His lips moved, but, in his state of shock, no words seemed to come out.
"And the pictures with the band members are in your phone. In your back pocket."
"Oh, you beautiful, beautiful, goddess."
"Percy." A bright golden blush crept up Athena's neck.
"I could kiss you right now." Percy continued, ignoring her darkening blush.
"Percy."
"No, not could. Let me kiss you right now, to show you the affection I hold for you, my beautiful, beautiful goddess."
And he scooped her up, holding Athena bridal style in his arms as he made his way to the golden Ferrari, a gleaming gem in the drab parking lot, visible from miles away.
Time for a steaming hot make out session.
AN: Okay, this chapter might be of a tad lower quality, and delivered much later than normal, but here's my excuse. I started writing it, almost completed it, with only 1K words left. Then I fell ill, and was not in the mood to do anything. I went to see the doctor I normally go to, who was also ill, and was in my chamber looking for me. You can see the dilemma, right? The ill doctor was looking for a doctor, who was also ill and looking for the first doctor.
Then I tried to diagnose myself, and that went as well as could as be expected. No doctor diagnoses themselves as an unspoken rule, and this is why. You try looking down your own throat and nostrils looking for stupid inflammations, you will see why. Jeez.
And then, I went to another doctor.
And then, I got sassed by the doctor.
Is it legal for a doctor to sass and burn his sick patient? Damn, I gotta learn something. I try to be the fun, young doctor, and here is this 45-50-year-old veteran doc sassing me to the seventh circle of hell and back.
Damn.
Anyway, here is the chapter. Wait for Athena's sex scene in the next chapter. Her full story will be explained in chapter 60.
Keep calm and headbang!