"How dare she!" Poseidon seethed, the ornate mosaic flooring of the palace depicting his heroic deeds trembling beneath his form as he paced, raking his hands through his sea-sodden hair; "continuing to champion for that mortal! And of course, my darling brother would take the side of his favorite daughter!" Huffing, the raven-haired god collapsed onto his throne; a crack of thunder sounded sharply in the distance, but he paid no heed, scrubbing a hand over his face. The Olympian still couldn 't believe that the rest of his family could not see reason. Even Hades had turned against him! Hades, of all the gods! While Poseidon could concede that Odysseus was sharper than the average mortal, he was arrogant and impertinent, to him in particular. Who had ensured his journey to Troy would be smooth? Had stopped him from being thrown overboard when the waves were rocky? Even a mortal possessing only the …show more content…
He would have his vengeance, that much was for certain, but he 'd have to be cautious in his approach. Unfortunately, if not Athena, the rest of the Olympians would likely mutilate him if he attempted to kill Odysseus, though a mere mortal hardly deserved the honor of being slain by him anyway. Such acts were beneath him, the lord of earthquakes and the sea, and besides, it was far more fun to torment his quarry rather than kill him outright. However, manipulating the sea on which Odysseus and his men were so conveniently situated at present, or encouraging a few sea monsters, perhaps...such tactics held merit, and Poseidon felt very pleased with himself for concocting such a plan. Although his main domain was the sea, Athena could not reasonably hold him responsible for all that lurked in it—after all, no one, not even a god, could be everywhere at once. “Ha! What say you to that, woman?” he chuckled darkly before sending for his personal