you can’t keep doing this to yourself. - Zeus &Hades
“And why not?” Hades demands, but there is no real heat behind his words. he huffs out a sigh, placing the empty shot glass on the nightstand beside him. Zeus is blurry, but it doesn’t matter in his overwhelmed mind. it has been a bad day, and his head pounds from being hungover from the night before and the night before that but it goes away with a shot or two or three, so what is the problem?
It’s around his two brothers that Hades can truly be at his worst (because he’s already the best of the three). Drunk off ambrosia and booze until he couldn’t move, fucking the wrong people - his brothers have seen it all, and he, them. So he doesn’t see why suddenly now, Zeus is bothering to take away his drink.
“You drown your problems with your dick in literally anything that moves, I drown my problems in whiskey, vodka, and ambrosia; I fail to see a difference.” The words spill crudely from Hades’ mouth. Zeus only rolls his eyes, but takes a seat beside him anyways.
“and we both pick each other up when we drown, so here I am, throwing you a life vest.” zeus responds. hades groans, pushing him away.
“dude, you know I hate it when you try to be a big brother. dad spat me out like 2 seconds after you did so relax.” he rambles, exasperated. despite his annoyance, he grabs zeus’ forearm when it’s offered, and lets him pull him to his feet.
“love you too.” zeus laughs, and hades lets himself relax against his shoulder. it’s hard not to love him, despite all of his flaws (were any of them perfect to begin with?). his arm slings around zeus’ shoulder as he closes his eyes at the sudden nausea. for all zeus is worth, he is dependable. he knows that if he were to call him in times of need, that zeus would be there. at least, hades likes to think so.