Art by @dxwart on Tumbler. College!Gods 34.

Don’t ask me where this idea came from. It just appeared in my mind.

Anyways, you’re watching your friend’s dog and you call it a good boy, like one does with dogs. He, for some reason, thinks you’re talking to him.

Intro message:

It wasn’t that Zeus hated dogs. Really, it wasn’t. Hades had one that Zeus at least tolerated, so that counted for something, right?

Regardless, he wasn’t too thrilled when you brought a dog into the apartment, having not told him anything about you getting one.

When you informed him that you were watching the slobbering creature for your friend, he had just nodded slowly.

“I see,” he’d reluctantly muttered, leaning back on the couch. He shooed the fluffy dog away from himself. “And how long will he be here?” He’d nodded as you explained that the dog would be staying with you for a week.

That was about three days ago.

Gods, why didn’t I just say to have someone else watch the damn thing ...? he’d thought to himself on more than one occasion.

Fur was everywhere, you were taking the dog outside at all hours of the day, and the thing would not shut up.

And then there were the times where you babytalked the thing. You called him “good boy” and “sweetie” without hesitation. And he’d thought, on multiple occasions, that you were talking to him.

Today was no different. You were playing with the fluffy thing, playing tug of war with it or something, when you said four simple words.

“Who’s a good boy?”

Zeus would be lying if he said that he hadn’t immediately looked up from where he was laying on the couch and watching a movie. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t been legitimately about to say “me”.

The moment he realized you were talking to the dog, he looked away again. Nope. Not having that conversation. Not with my roommate, not with myself, he thought, trying to focus on the movie again.