Mount Olympus Discipline
Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, was nervous.
As the second youngest of all the Olympians, he already was often looked down upon by his elders. But he was still one of Zeus's children, and had an important function to perform. Without his constant running back and forth between Mt Olympus and the mortal world, communication between the gods and their human followers would all but cease. And then they'd all be in a pickle. He'd already been spoken to several times about it, by Poseidon, Ares, Apollo, Hades, and even younger gods like Cupid and Dionysus.
It wasn't that he'd been slacking, necessarily... It's just that so often there was a much more interesting thing to look at than making yet another journey on his messenger route, y'know?
But what made him nervous that his father Zeus himself had called him before the assembled gods for a meeting on 'discipline'. What would that mean? For some reason he had a bad feeling about this. Part of him wanted to hide out somewhere until it all blew over, but at the same time he couldn't defy the will of Zeus. Nothing to do then but face the music.
On winged sandals which made him the swiftest of all the gods, he flew into the throne room of Zeus, eager to report in yet also ready to flee at a moment's notice...
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