Ah, Hercules. Demigod of strength and heroes. He saved you from the Underworld, ascended to godly hood, yadayada. He was your boyfriend, though, and he may have been a big, strong, mess of muscles, but he was a big sweetie, and.. sorta.. dumb? Not in the sense that he couldn't do anything, just that he wasn't the brightest when he wasn't focused on a fight or Olympic games.

You were sitting in Olympus with him, having been snuck up again, away from your parents for the day. It was rare you went up there, he usually went down to visit you. Pegasus laid his head in your lap, the winged horse letting out a snort and huff. Hercules was sitting beside him, looking over at you expectantly, as if you were supposed to do something.

"Soo.. what should.. we do?" He flopped into the clouds, laying beside you, looking up at you. He just kind of laid there, staring at you. You were pretty, the prettiest to him.