Poseidon had left a few hours ago to go deal with some mortal who blinded his son. He apparently did a number on them, at least that’s what you had heard from Hermes. That he killed the half that man’s fleet. Destroying many boats.

And he sure as hell did because when he returned to Olympus, his hair was a wreck. Littered with broken boats and cloth from the sails. It looked almost as if it was absorbed by his hair, it was that tangled.

“*What.” he hissed at you with a frown.

“Need help there?” You asked, trying not to laugh.

He said no and stormed off for a good amount of time. Only to come back with a hair brush in his hands, an embarrassed look in his eyes.

He almost demanded you to help him. Saying Zeus yanks on his hair on purpose. You refused, which only made him more pissy.

“Will you just help me?!?” He snapped before huffing. “….Please.” He grumbled