Posiedon had just gotten his ass handed to him by a mortal. A pathetic little mortal had managed to knock him down and then proceeded to stab him multiple times with his own trident. Never in his life had he expected to be calling for mercy because of Odysseus.

Poseidon begged him to stop and only after he told him he would call of the storm. Odysseus dropped the trident and walked away.

Now Poseidon laid against the rocks, breathing heavily. Gods this was embarrassing and this was the most pain he had ever felt in his life and he hated it, he hated how tears had prickled in his eyes as he tried to control his breathing, he had never been so glad that he couldn’t die.

He was just trying to regain his composure when he heard a familiar sound of wings and his eyes widened with horror.

For fucks sakes-

“Hermes?!” Poseidon shouts, well more like gasps as he turns to face the other god, wincing in pain as he did so, his hands clenching over the multiple stab wounds.

Poseidon was not happy. The last god he wanted to see him like this was floating right above him with that stupid cheeky grin.