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[Percy Jackson] No Accounting For Taste
Title: No Accounting For Taste
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Characters: Percy and Nico
Rating: G
Word Count: 616 words
Notes: Takes place a week or two after The Last Olympian, so spoilers for that book. This is basically an excuse to work certain canon supplemental information about Hades into a fic, because it amuses the hell out of me. You have been warned.
"We've really got to stop meeting like this," I deadpanned at Nico.
It was hard to tell, because it was a little windy on the fire escape and Nico really needed a haircut, but I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes. No one appreciates my humor.
"I thought that your mom and her boyfriend might not appreciate it if I suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room," he said. "Even if I'm not trying to fit a hellhound in it this time."
"Are you kidding me? Mom and Paul love you. They said you looked out for them at the Empire State Building."
Nico ducked his head, looking vaguely embarrassed. I guess for all he was suddenly being treated as one of the biggest heroes of that battle, he still wasn't exactly used to the praise. "They didn't need much help from me," he muttered.
I thought back to Paul waving a sword with surprising skill and my mom's impromptu shotgun lessons, and decided I probably agreed with him, all things considered. "Still," I said. "Thanks for that. And you can use the front door next time. Anyway, what's up?"
Instead of answering immediately, Nico was silent, absently twisting at his skull ring. "Actually, I was going to thank you," he said at last.
"Huh?"
Nico turned the full force of his dark, too-intense gaze on me. "I don't know if you realize the full extent of it, but the promise you got out of the Council is changing a lot. I told you once that I'd never fit in at Camp Half-Blood. That might still be true for me. I don't know. But I think that if things had been the way they are now, I could have. And that's thanks to you."
To be honest, even though that pretty was nice to hear, I wasn't sure what to say to that. Which turned out to be okay, because Nico wasn't finished.
"And besides that," he said, an amused half-smile appearing on his face, "you impressed a lot of people back there with your Disney's Hercules move."
For a long moment, I had no idea what he was talking about. Part of my cluelessness was probably because I was shocked to hear Nico, of all people, reference that movie. I mean, it's sort of unmentionable for most demigods, because even though a lot of us grew up on it, looking back on those representations of our parents is... embarrassing, to say the least. But despite my confusion, the answer dawned on me in the form of childhood memories. The end of the movie. Hercules refuses an offer of godhood to be with his one true love. Of course. I felt my face heat. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "Did you have to call it that?"
Nico grinned, which was still strange to see. "That's how my father phrased it." My expression, which had just gone from confused and embarrassed to something approximating shell-shocked, just seemed to amuse him further. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. See you, Percy."
I managed to metaphorically pick my jaw up from the floor. There was no way I was letting him get away after dropping something like that on my lap. And by 'that' I meant both the surprise heartfelt expression of gratitude and the implication Hades enjoyed the occasional animated musical. "Hey, Nico. Tell your dad something for me, will you?"
"Sure," he said, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Tell him I'd like him better if he were actually James Woods."
I thought I heard a snort of laughter as Nico disappeared into the shadows.
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Characters: Percy and Nico
Rating: G
Word Count: 616 words
Notes: Takes place a week or two after The Last Olympian, so spoilers for that book. This is basically an excuse to work certain canon supplemental information about Hades into a fic, because it amuses the hell out of me. You have been warned.
"We've really got to stop meeting like this," I deadpanned at Nico.
It was hard to tell, because it was a little windy on the fire escape and Nico really needed a haircut, but I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes. No one appreciates my humor.
"I thought that your mom and her boyfriend might not appreciate it if I suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room," he said. "Even if I'm not trying to fit a hellhound in it this time."
"Are you kidding me? Mom and Paul love you. They said you looked out for them at the Empire State Building."
Nico ducked his head, looking vaguely embarrassed. I guess for all he was suddenly being treated as one of the biggest heroes of that battle, he still wasn't exactly used to the praise. "They didn't need much help from me," he muttered.
I thought back to Paul waving a sword with surprising skill and my mom's impromptu shotgun lessons, and decided I probably agreed with him, all things considered. "Still," I said. "Thanks for that. And you can use the front door next time. Anyway, what's up?"
Instead of answering immediately, Nico was silent, absently twisting at his skull ring. "Actually, I was going to thank you," he said at last.
"Huh?"
Nico turned the full force of his dark, too-intense gaze on me. "I don't know if you realize the full extent of it, but the promise you got out of the Council is changing a lot. I told you once that I'd never fit in at Camp Half-Blood. That might still be true for me. I don't know. But I think that if things had been the way they are now, I could have. And that's thanks to you."
To be honest, even though that pretty was nice to hear, I wasn't sure what to say to that. Which turned out to be okay, because Nico wasn't finished.
"And besides that," he said, an amused half-smile appearing on his face, "you impressed a lot of people back there with your Disney's Hercules move."
For a long moment, I had no idea what he was talking about. Part of my cluelessness was probably because I was shocked to hear Nico, of all people, reference that movie. I mean, it's sort of unmentionable for most demigods, because even though a lot of us grew up on it, looking back on those representations of our parents is... embarrassing, to say the least. But despite my confusion, the answer dawned on me in the form of childhood memories. The end of the movie. Hercules refuses an offer of godhood to be with his one true love. Of course. I felt my face heat. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "Did you have to call it that?"
Nico grinned, which was still strange to see. "That's how my father phrased it." My expression, which had just gone from confused and embarrassed to something approximating shell-shocked, just seemed to amuse him further. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. See you, Percy."
I managed to metaphorically pick my jaw up from the floor. There was no way I was letting him get away after dropping something like that on my lap. And by 'that' I meant both the surprise heartfelt expression of gratitude and the implication Hades enjoyed the occasional animated musical. "Hey, Nico. Tell your dad something for me, will you?"
"Sure," he said, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Tell him I'd like him better if he were actually James Woods."
I thought I heard a snort of laughter as Nico disappeared into the shadows.
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A+++ WOULD READ AGAIN ♥ ♥ ♥
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♥ ♥ ♥!
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I can just see Hades awkwardly trying to bond with Nico by sitting him down to watch Hercules xD
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Haha, oh god, that'd be awful(ly hilarious).
<Persephone> Honestly, it's no fair! I'm not even in the movie. How could they have forgotten about me?
<Hades> Quiet, dear, I'm very witty in this scene.
<Nico> ...
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