Chapter 77: I have poop in my head

'Are you suicidal?' Lyssa asked. 'Because if you are I suggest dying outside of Valhalla. Otherwise, you'll get back before dinner.'

'What are you doing here?' Chaos asked.

'Babysitting Percy, Mom asked me to do it.' Lyssa said.

I groaned. 'Seriously?'

Lyssa nodded, 'Yup. She doesn't trust Chaos either.

'Thanks.' Chaos mumbled.

I got back inside the beach house and got into the shower and changed clothes. I figured wearing a camp half blood shirt would be the Norse equivalent of shooting with a war ship on their base.

I just finished when someone knocked on the door. I looked at my watch and noticed it was too early for dinner. Maybe it was Magnus.

"Open the door!" a female voice yelled through the door, "Or I smash it."

I peeled and turned to my cat for advice.

Rebel stared blankly at me.

'Whatever.' I thought and opened the door.

I was met with a girl who had a ball-peen hammer in her hand and was about to smash my door.

She stumbled forward into my room, not expecting the door to be opened.

I stepped to the side, avoiding a death before dinner.

She landed on the wooden floor.

Rebel hissed and ran out of the door.

"Uh…" I murmured, "Who are you?"

The girl got to her feet, blushing, and straightened herself. Her pale blue eyes were already glaring at me.

She was tall and had snow-blonde hair braided down her shoulders, she wore a green dress and a wore a bandoleer with ball peen hammers and a golden hammer pendant hung around her neck.

'She looks like she is going to have a fight on a wedding,' Lyssa said, 'I like her.'

"YOU!" she said accusingly.

I raised a brow, "Me?"

"What were you thinking?" she continued without introducing herself.

"I'll open the door before you destroy it." I glanced nervously at her hammer, "And I just opened it in time."

She huffed and put her hammer away.

"So who are you?" I asked trying to start a normal conversation without weapons.

"Gunilla." she said sternly. "And you are Percy Jackson!"

"Yeah?" I asked, "So?"

"You are a Greek." she said on the same accusing tone.

"Technically I am from Manhattan." I said.

She shook her head, "No I mean a Greek Demigod."

"Aaahhh…" I began. "You know?"

She rolled her eyes, "It's one of the biggest rumors going through Valhalla right now. The Greek demigod who deserved Valhalla."

"Rumors?" I wondered, "I'm only dead for an hour, and I'm already the talk of today."

She chuckled, "Okay maybe I should reintroduce myself."

"Sounds great," I agreed, "I am Percy Jackson. I just died."

She raised a brow, "I am Gunnila. The head of the Valkyries."

"Valkawahtes?" I said.

Gunilla rolled her eyes, "Valkyrie, we are the ones who collect the souls of the brave fallen. We serve Odin."

"Oh," I muttered, "Those Valkyrie."

She ignored my comment, "Anyway, I have a couple of questions for you."

I shrugged, "Ask away."

Gunilla shook her head, "Its not. It's just unusual. Especially with your Valkyrie."

"Are you my Valkyrie?" I asked. "In that case. Can I switch to another one?"

She gave me a glare, "No I am not. I would've never picked you."

Gunilla gave me an uncomfortable look, "Do you know who your Valkyrie is?"

I shrugged, "No. Am I supposed to?"

"Samirah al-Abba." She said with a bitter tone. "Daughter of Loki."

"Loki? The Loki?"

Gunilla nodded.

"So what does that have to do with me?" I wondered.

"A Greek comes to Valhalla brought by the daughter of Loki." she explained it like I was a child.

"That sounds like the beginning of a joke." I noticed.

She nodded like it was a thought that had occurred to her, "That's why I wanted to see you before dinner."

Then it struck me. "You think I am a spy!"

She gave me a wary look, "I must consider that option."

"But-"

Gunilla raised her hand. "I'm not saying you are a spy. I just wanted to know for sure."

"So you don't think I am a spy?" I asked.

Gunilla nodded, "You are too dense to be a spy."

'Shot fired!' Lyssa cried out.

"Thanks."

Gunilla blushed, "But I'm not sure about Magnus."

"Magnus can be trusted." I told her. "I'm really good at reading people. Magnus is a good guy."

"But-"

"Really," I reassured her."You can trust him."

She nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, well, thank you for your advice."

"No problem." I told her.

There was a long uncomfortable silence, finally she turned to the door, "See you at dinner Percy."

Then she slammed the door shut.

The moment she was gone Rebel charged inside and began running circles around my feet.

"And why'd you run away?" I asked accusingly.

He stared at me with his golden eyes: To give you some alone time with the ladies!

I rolled my eyes. I truly hoped that my understanding cats skill was getting dusty otherwise I had to consider a psychiatrist.

'Percy?' Lyssa asked, 'Where's the toilet?'

'Toilet?' I asked.

'You are serious?' I asked.

Lyssa nodded. 'Where does Chaos poop?'

'Poop?' Chaos wondered. 'I don't poop.'

'You're like 24/7 in his head. You don't poop?' Lyssa wondered.

Chaos frowned, 'You are crazy. It's not a literal place in his head.'

'Then where did I pooped.' Lyssa wondered.

Before I could ask what the Hades she was talking about someone knocked at my door.

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