Family Visits [Disney's Hercules, Hercules/Megara, PG]
Title: Family Visits
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG
Warnings: None Really
Pairings: Hercules/Megara
Word count: 431
Summary: And Herc thought they wouldn’t like him!
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just like to play with from time to time.
Prompt: Disney's Hercules, Hercules/Megara: Cultural heritage - It didn't take long for Herc to realize that Meg was from Sparta. The signs were rather hard to miss.
It was the little things at first, the slow remodel and redecoration of the house Zeus had given them to a simpler, utilitarian style. The shifting of their wealth into either livestock, bars of gold and silver, or high quality armor and swords. The slow replacement of most of their servants, from mostly flash and pretty to well-trained and competent.
Then their were the larger signs, the year she started kicking him out of the house once the thaw was over and telling him not to come back until after the harvest. The fall he came back to find the house had been expanded to include a full training yard, with a servant for each of them to work on their hand-to-hand.
Then there was the expectations; loot, spoils, rewards-it didn’t matter what it was called, as long as he came back with something of value from each trip, and the more of it the better. Not only that but he soon discovered that she had her ear in with the Godly servants, and thus knew when he didn’t do at least one thing worthy of a song while he was away.
That winter was a cold one, and not for the reason people thought.
It was only after running into some Spartans and getting invited home to celebrate the killing of a particularly nasty dragon (not to mention pillaging its horde) that things started to click.
A few dropped comments later and it was confirmed. It didn’t take long for the warriors to figure out what was up, and when they realized who, they really showed him how Spartans partied. It turned out that not only was Meg Spartan and that her family had lived in the city since it’s founding, but that he was the first non-Spartan to marry one of the ladies in a century.
Three days later-when everyone had recovered form their hangovers-Herc left with four times the loot he had been expecting, Sparta’s collective blessing, and a donkey’s weight in letters for Meg.
Meg had been worried when he got home late, pleased with the dragon, relieved at her kinsman’s blessing, and overjoyed about the letters. She spent the winter writing her replies, then during a mid-thaw Coliseum match, sweet-talked Hermes into delivering them.
And not ten days later, handed him a pack, a pouch of gold, Philoctetes, and kicked him out of the house once more.
It was a nice cycle he supposed, and really, it could have been worse.
He could have married an Athenian, and really, he got enough advice as it was.
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG
Warnings: None Really
Pairings: Hercules/Megara
Word count: 431
Summary: And Herc thought they wouldn’t like him!
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just like to play with from time to time.
Prompt: Disney's Hercules, Hercules/Megara: Cultural heritage - It didn't take long for Herc to realize that Meg was from Sparta. The signs were rather hard to miss.
It was the little things at first, the slow remodel and redecoration of the house Zeus had given them to a simpler, utilitarian style. The shifting of their wealth into either livestock, bars of gold and silver, or high quality armor and swords. The slow replacement of most of their servants, from mostly flash and pretty to well-trained and competent.
Then their were the larger signs, the year she started kicking him out of the house once the thaw was over and telling him not to come back until after the harvest. The fall he came back to find the house had been expanded to include a full training yard, with a servant for each of them to work on their hand-to-hand.
Then there was the expectations; loot, spoils, rewards-it didn’t matter what it was called, as long as he came back with something of value from each trip, and the more of it the better. Not only that but he soon discovered that she had her ear in with the Godly servants, and thus knew when he didn’t do at least one thing worthy of a song while he was away.
That winter was a cold one, and not for the reason people thought.
It was only after running into some Spartans and getting invited home to celebrate the killing of a particularly nasty dragon (not to mention pillaging its horde) that things started to click.
A few dropped comments later and it was confirmed. It didn’t take long for the warriors to figure out what was up, and when they realized who, they really showed him how Spartans partied. It turned out that not only was Meg Spartan and that her family had lived in the city since it’s founding, but that he was the first non-Spartan to marry one of the ladies in a century.
Three days later-when everyone had recovered form their hangovers-Herc left with four times the loot he had been expecting, Sparta’s collective blessing, and a donkey’s weight in letters for Meg.
Meg had been worried when he got home late, pleased with the dragon, relieved at her kinsman’s blessing, and overjoyed about the letters. She spent the winter writing her replies, then during a mid-thaw Coliseum match, sweet-talked Hermes into delivering them.
And not ten days later, handed him a pack, a pouch of gold, Philoctetes, and kicked him out of the house once more.
It was a nice cycle he supposed, and really, it could have been worse.
He could have married an Athenian, and really, he got enough advice as it was.