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The Grand Hall of Mount Olympus is currently a scene of utter bewilderment.

Two sets of pantheons, separated by a thin veil of reality, stood face-to-face—or rather, glowered at one another. On one side were the Greek gods of the Riordan world. On the other were the surprisingly jovial Olympians from Disney's Hercules.

A tense silence, thick with unspoken questions and barely containing divine power, had settled over the gathering. It was Percy Jackson's Zeus, king of the gods, whose eyes were like storm clouds, who finally broke the silence. His sharp, accusatory gaze fixed on his tall, muscular counterpart. "As if you were better," he rumbled, a sneer twisting his regal features. "You also cheated on your wife!"

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The accusation hung in the air like a thunderclap of divine scandal. Disney's portly and boisterous version of Zeus let out a booming laugh, which usually preceded a lightning bolt or grand pronouncement.

He looked genuinely offended. His azure eyes, usually sparkling with good humor, widened in disbelief and anger.

"What!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hall. It was a far less intimidating sound than his counterpart's because his gods loved him more than they feared him. 

He gestured expansively at the gods surrounding him—his shining son Apollo, the regal Athena, and the mischievous Hermes. "They are all mine and Hera's children!"

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A collective gasp rippled through the Percy Jackson gods, unheard but certainly felt.

PJ Apollo, the golden boy, exchanged a bewildered look with his twin, PJ Artemis. Their eyes darted from their Disney counterparts—a surprisingly muscular Apollo and a graceful, albeit stern, Artemis—to the other Disney gods who are their half-siblings in their world.

"What?" PJ Apollo finally managed, his voice a mixture of confusion and genuine disbelief.

PJ Athena, ever the intellectual, had already moved to the massive, ancient scrolls that lined the walls of this shared Olympian space. Her keen eyes scanned the texts, her brow furrowing deeper with each passing line.

"Wait," she murmured, her voice laced with growing realization. She pointed to a passage, tracing the ancient script with her finger. "The books here say that my mother is Metis, too. For the twins, either Leto or Hermes's mother is Maia."

A slow, creeping flush stained Disney Hera's cheeks. She had been standing beside her husband, a regal and beautiful figure, albeit somewhat stiff.

But when she heard those names—those long-forgotten, nearly forbidden names of Olympus—and then her husband's earlier boast, her composure wavered. Her lovely royal Greek dress, the same color as her cheeks, matched her embarrassment.

After a moment of profound silence, PJ Aphrodite—ever the first to grasp gossip and its delightful complexities—finally understood what was happening.

A slow smile spread across her face, growing wider and wider. She laughed until she threw her head back, unleashing a peal of high, melodic, and utterly unrestrained laughter that echoed through the Olympian hall. She laughed until tears streamed down her face and she had to clutch her stomach. The other Percy Jackson gods, still utterly baffled, stared at her with a mixture of concern and irritation.

Hera, the goddess of marriage, buried her face in her hands, her blush deepening to a furious crimson. How could her foolish, boisterous, and utterly oblivious husband have said that in front of the other gods? The shame and mortification! She didn't even want to talk about it at home.

PJ Apollo, still scratching his head, looked completely lost. "I don't get it," he admitted, furrowing his golden brow in confusion.

Finally, Aphrodite managed to compose herself, wiping the last tears of mirth from her eyes. She took a deep, shuddering breath, still chuckling. "That means people like Leto and Metis are Hera's role-playing names," she explained, her voice still a little breathless from laughter. "They are her children, but the humans learned of her role-playing names."

The realization dawned on the Percy Jackson gods with the force of Zeus's divine lightning bolt.

Their faces transformed from confusion to horror, turning a sickly green.

The divine children of PJ Zeus—Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and the rest—suddenly looked as though they had swallowed particularly sour ambrosia. The idea that their mothers—the various goddesses and mortals Zeus had dallied with—were merely Hera's "role-playing names" was unsettling, to say the least. They wanted to leave the room. They wanted to evaporate into thin air.

Seemingly oblivious to the existential crisis he had just unleashed, Disney Zeus simply beamed. He wrapped an arm around his blushing wife and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Just because you're afraid of not being able to please your wife, you sleep around," he announced to the room. His voice boomed with confidence bordering on arrogance. "I know I can do it, and I will do it again anytime!" Wherever she wants!"

The Percy Jackson gods collectively recoiled. Some muttered curses under their breath, while others looked utterly aghast.

PJ Zeus, for his part, simply closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, as if silently praying for the ground to swallow them all.

Meanwhile, the Disney Olympians simply smiled. They were used to it and knew how to ignore it. Some had a knowing twinkle in their eyes, while others believed that their Zeus was simply the best. The air in the hall was now thick with awkwardness.