#mphermes

[exmpadaline]

✮ winged shoes

with @mp-hermes

It was more coincidence than anything else that had caused Adaline to find herself talking to the Greek god of... Well, she wasn’t exactly sure what Hermes was the god of, she just knew him as the messenger of the gods and also part of the Greek family, which was more than enough information for her to want to get to know him better. After all; learning about her heritage was definitely interesting, and learning about it from the gods themselves? A one in a million lifetime opportunity.

She’d convinced Hermes to spare her some time by offering to buy him a meal - even gods had to eat, right? - and so that is where they are now, sitting in some or the other great restaurant that she’d let him pick since she isn’t familiar with the places in Mount Phoenix yet, with their drinks in front of them and the appetizer probably arriving soon.

“So,” she says with great seriousness, but the way her eyes start to shine and her lips pull up into a smile full of mischief indicate that that clearly isn’t going to last long. “First things first; I’ve seen statues of you. Is it true that you had...” She lifts a hand to show her thumb and index finger not all too far apart. “You know, such a tiny pecker?”

[exmpsveinn]

fucking crown ,,

@mp-hermes continued from here:

“Um wrong. It was a winged cap. And I have since forgone the use of it in favor of a more modern option.” He pointed to the little silver wings adorning his ears before fixing the demigod with a curious stare. “What exactly do you know of the god Hermes, Norse boy? Were stories of the Greek gods told to the Vikings and passed down through the ages? Or did you just read up on my Wikipedia page?” The stories of him had been twisted and exaggerated throughout the years but to say he was only special because of some head ware was just down right absurd. 

his eyes narrow when the man standing a few steps away goes into a little lecture about who he really is and how little sveinn supposedly knows about him. most days he wouldn’t give a flying fuck about another person, let alone whatever the other person’s saying, but today is a particularly shitty day, and it hasn’t gotten any better when he noticed this specific man - god, apparently - standing there.

“i don’t need to know of the god hermes in order to know of you,” he responds quite acidly, and it’s truly the first time in a long time that he’s been this prickly with another person seemingly uncalled for. but then he remembers this man’s face, remembers the many days and even weeks spent feeling somehow inferior to this guy and how utterly devastated he’d been at the time. he doesn’t really carry that hurt with him anymore, but that also doesn’t mean he should be nice to this guy in any way.

so he gives him a pointed look and then adds quite ostentatiously: “greek boy.”

[exmphades]

Little Thief | Hermes & Hades

@mp-hermes continued from here:

Hades was far more perceptive then he let on but Hermes had not been trying to hide his pilfering from the other god. All that mattered was that the man who had lifted the pocket book from an unsuspecting woman hadn’t noticed when Hermes had relived him of said pocket book only minutes after. Hades comment had him rolling his eyes. “Is it thieving when you’re stealing something from a thief? I think that’s a rather grey area don’t you think? Besides as the patron god of thieves I think I have a right to show them how it’s really done.” He paused in his defense to give the woman he money back before returning to face Hades with a grin. “There. No harm done and all is well with the world. Feel better?”

"It is always thieving when your name is Hermes,” he replies smoothly to his old friend’s words, face remaining quite impassive as he takes in the way Hermes returns the money to the woman it belongs to and then turns his attention back to him. There are many things he could say, many things he could comment on, but when he is asked if he feels better, all he does is lift a hand to flick Hermes’ forehead and then tuck his hands into his pockets to continue on his way.

“As the patron god of thieves perhaps you should have let that poor thief get away with some money to feed his little sister with rather than take it from him to give it back to the old rich lady who has more than enough to feed five families over but spends it on nothing but her own luxuries,” he comments casually even as he’s no longer looking at the other god, is pretty certain Hermes will follow him anyway. He’s annoying like that usually.