A few seconds later, or at least from Percy's perspective. The Demigod Son of Poseidon soon found his vision filled with a searing white light, his ears suddenly being barraged by a cacophony of sounds.
All of a sudden he found his previously strong if worn out body feeling weak and uncoordinated, his mind a confused jumble as dozens of different emotions and feelings hit him at once. So many that he wasn't sure who he was for a second.
Percy could only blink in confusion as the white light faded and the loud noises turned into pained screams, the screams soon being followed by a calming voice saying unintelligible words in a comforting tone.
Blinking his eyes Percy was confused to find himself being lifted up, his body feeling damp and sticky. His eyes only widening further as he also discovered that he was also being held, in what seemed to be the arms of a giant of some sort.
Percy scowled at this, his irritation rising as he felt himself being moved around, his body being swaddled in some rough and course material.
Quickly Percy's vision began to return, a stone ceiling above him some becoming visible. Letting out an irritated sound that sounded more like a gurgle, Percy attempted to look round so he could take stock of his situation, only to once again find his body almost entirely unresponsive.
"It's a boy?" A female voice said jubilantly. "Your majesty, it's a boy!"
Percy felt his bad mood worsening as he heard that, well of course he was a fucking boy. What else did they think he was? Actually wait he wasn't a boy, he was a man gods dammit!
A deep booming laugh followed the woman's statement, and Percy soon felt his world turning upside down as he found himself getting passed from one giant to an even bigger one.
This one a huge hulking man, with calloused hands, a thick bushy black beard, twinkling blue eyes and rough weathered features.
Not liking how helpless he was suddenly feeling Percy tried to scowl as he found himself looking up at the giant beings face, somehow though he didn't think he succeeded in expressing his anger, as instead of looking worried or afraid the giant simply chuckled.
His blue eyes locked happily on Percy's sea green eyes, even as his large black beard tickled Percy's face uncomfortably. His large hands holding Percy maybe a little too tightly than was comfortable.
"Aye he's a boy, a fighter too I bet!" The man said loudly as he held Percy up, a large grin spreading across his face as he used his other hand to prod Percy a bit.
In response Percy attempted to punch the man in the face, only for nothing to happen as he lacked either the strength or the coordination to escape from the cloth that he was currently swaddled in.
"Robert?" A tired female voice suddenly spoke up, getting both Percy and the now named Robert's attention.
Glancing back at the man Percy noticed a sheepish expression crossing his face as he chuckled amusedly to himself before passing Percy over to the woman that spoke.
The irritated Demigod very much felt like some kind of show poodle, as he heard a few other people in the room letting out soft cooing noises.
"Oh of course Cersei, here you go, our son." Robert said his voice was still loud as he handed Percy over to someone else.
As this was happening Percy once again tried to express his indignation, he was Percy fucking Jackson dammit, the Slayer of Titans, the Bane of Giants, the Demigod son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson.
Not that Percy's attempts at cursing worked, as he instead found himself being held carefully in a pair of warm arms. A set of tired yet gentle green eyes looking down at him.
Percy paused his vitriol at this point, the words leaving his mind as he saw the beautiful women that looked down at him.
Her hair was sweaty and a complete mess, her eyes had dark rings under them, and she looked to be on the edge of exhaustion.
But to Percy she still looked radiant, not because of her physical appearance though, but because of the sheer amount of love those eyes held when they looked down at him.
It was a look only one woman had ever given him before, Sally Jackson, it was a look that only a mother could have when looking down at her child, a look of unconditional love.
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Cersei Lannister smiled tiredly as she saw her new born son suddenly stop squirming the moment he was in her arms.
Her emerald, green eyes glistening with tears as she gently reached out a hand and stroke the tuft of black hair on the baby's head. Her gazed fixed on the child's sea green eyes.
This was her child, her first born son. Just looking down at him, Cersei forgot all else, instead focusing on the intensely intelligent eyes looking up at her.
She didn't know it was possible for a child to appear so self-aware, but if ever a child was to, then she knew it would be her child.
"What do you want to call him?" Robert asked as he turned to his wife, the Queen, the large heavily built man moving so he was gently perched on the edge of her bed. A soft smile on his face as he looked down at the babe in Cersei's arms.
Looking up at Robert, her husband. Cersei felt for the first time since she had married him something like affection stirring up with her.
Their married life so far had been stilted and difficult with Robert being still in love with a dead women, the King often using wine and whores to bury his pain, snubbing his wife as he did so.
But as Cersei saw the look on Robert's face, a part of her hoped that maybe something could happen.
Maybe there was a chance of something like love blossoming from their union, something that had been absent since their wedding night.
Smiling at Robert for what felt like the first time in months, Cersei then looked back down at her precious baby.
Just looking at him, Cersei knew she would probably never love anything as much as she loved this baby. Not even Jamie her twin brother, and probably the most important person in her life prior to today.