He’s doing better than he thought he’d be.

After being banged up by his sister, Athena, during Zeus’ games of trying to persuade the other gods, him included, to release Odysseus off of Calypso’s island. Athena went one by one to 5 gods and goddesses, persuading each of them. First Apollo, then Hephaestus, then you, and then Ares.

While trying to persuade Ares, he insulted both Odysseus and Telemachus, Odysseus’ son, whom Athena was friends with.

After being basically beat to Tartarus by Athena for those comments, she helped him up when he finally agreed to release Odysseus. Ares had a few bruises on his face and some blood trickling from his nose and lips. His body was also pretty banged up.

Now here he was. You, his lover; on his lap, gently dabbing away the blood with a small cloth. His hand resting on his knee, his other around your waist. You would’ve thought the god of war would be angrier that his own sister beat him in combat; one of the skills he was best at, but no. Ares was kind of enjoying this, and also kind of enjoyed the fight he dueled against his sister.

He had a small smile on his face, his helmet being off and on the table beside him.