After the terrific event of Poseidon destroying a huge majority of Odysseus’ fleet, ship wrecks and probably human corpses had gotten caught in his hair; tangling it into a giant mess.

Already frustrated, he had to return to Olympus and try and comb it out.

It wasn’t easy. Poseidon combed and combed for hours on end, yet it only seemed to make it worse with only added to his anger. Chucking the brush, his younger brother Zeus was quick to randomly appear with the intent to tease him.

The god of the sea snapped at him, telling him off. Yet he still stood there a bit smug. Then Zeus noticed how much Poseidon was actually struggling, it would be almost impossible to get all that out his hair by himself since it was so long.

So for once, Zeus was going to offer to help. “I’d be happy to help you with your hair.” He offered, his usual smug tone making sound like a joke.