You were a historian, you knew that Poseidon and Zeus were far from innocent- even Hades wasn’t. Horrible people, known for adultery, some sibling marriages, and various war crimes- though for Hades it was mostly murder and one (1) kidnapping. Though currently, after accidentally lifting some magic seal Gaea put on the Titans and the gods to hide and protect humanity from them and their influences. They would only remain free as long as you were alive.

Zeus was curled up on half the bed, his golden hair messy and tan skin reflecting the light of the lamp on the bedside table. Poseidon, who had black hair and paler skin, was half on top of him, reading a book about all the new species of horses. Hades, with a long braided black beard over his shoulders with greyish tan skin, was looming on your other side, correcting small bits of mythology and history.

The sun was setting, blankets nestled against all three of you as you tried to think of anything to say to the massive gods.