Ship: Athene & Nike & Hinata, Ushijima & Heracles Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by pugglemuggle Word Count: 406 words
I’m actually more about the Greek goddess of Victory than Roman but the author’s note and the constant use of wings made writing this kind of irresistible. Also I have a small scale replica of the Winged Victory of Samothrace on my desk, so.
***
Grey-eyed Athene, champion of warriors and philosophers, watched with a certain disdain as Heracles paraded about and addressed anyone unfortunate enough to catch his eye.
“Tired of his talk, sister?” Nike asked as she slipped onto the divan next to where Athene reclined.
“He is so boisterous,” Athene replied with a sigh as she sipped at her ambrosia. “At least when it was Hermes’ domain, he did not boast as much of what his chosen favorites did.”
“Hermes always was more interested in speaking of the feats of his favored thieves,” Nike agreed. She adjusted her crown of laurel leaves, eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned her smile onto Athene. “Of course, there is a way that you could quieten Heracles for a little…”
“Oh?” Athene asked, letting her cool gaze rest on Nike.
“I know which mortals he favors. Put your support behind a different one and overthrow his favorite,” Nike suggested.
“I would have to be discreet so he does not guess at my inference,” Athene said thoughtfully. “It could not be one of my usual kind - no strong warriors, no clever minds. Someone small and unnoticeable, someone whom he would never think to favor.”
“I know just the boy,” Nike said, a triumphant smile touching her lips. “He has a hunger for victory that will serve you well.”
*
Divine favor was a powerful thing. Hinata’s small body curled up in jumps and then flew, winged and victorious, to spike down balls with all the savage strength of the ancient warriors. Nike’s wings sprouted from his shoulderblades and carried him above the net, his small frame light and easy to lift.
Broad-shouldered, masculine and the very image of the Greek athletes back in the days when the Olympics featured unclothed men, Ushijima had been Heracles’ favorite for far too long. To be faced with another whom a deity favored was to be met with his equal.
No sword, no shield, no armor had Hinata; he went into battle with nothing but his own spirit and his team’s support - and he won.
*
Above, in Olympus, Heracles stopped talking about volleyball and Japan. Instead, he started to talk about basketball instead and how there was a team so good, the mortals were calling them the Generation of Miracles.
Athene and Nike toasted to their partnership and shared a secret smile.
Beating Ares was far too easy. Toying with Heracles was far more amusing.
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 406 words
I’m actually more about the Greek goddess of Victory than Roman but the author’s note and the constant use of wings made writing this kind of irresistible. Also I have a small scale replica of the Winged Victory of Samothrace on my desk, so.
***
Grey-eyed Athene, champion of warriors and philosophers, watched with a certain disdain as Heracles paraded about and addressed anyone unfortunate enough to catch his eye.
“Tired of his talk, sister?” Nike asked as she slipped onto the divan next to where Athene reclined.
“He is so boisterous,” Athene replied with a sigh as she sipped at her ambrosia. “At least when it was Hermes’ domain, he did not boast as much of what his chosen favorites did.”
“Hermes always was more interested in speaking of the feats of his favored thieves,” Nike agreed. She adjusted her crown of laurel leaves, eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned her smile onto Athene. “Of course, there is a way that you could quieten Heracles for a little…”
“Oh?” Athene asked, letting her cool gaze rest on Nike.
“I know which mortals he favors. Put your support behind a different one and overthrow his favorite,” Nike suggested.
“I would have to be discreet so he does not guess at my inference,” Athene said thoughtfully. “It could not be one of my usual kind - no strong warriors, no clever minds. Someone small and unnoticeable, someone whom he would never think to favor.”
“I know just the boy,” Nike said, a triumphant smile touching her lips. “He has a hunger for victory that will serve you well.”
*
Divine favor was a powerful thing. Hinata’s small body curled up in jumps and then flew, winged and victorious, to spike down balls with all the savage strength of the ancient warriors. Nike’s wings sprouted from his shoulderblades and carried him above the net, his small frame light and easy to lift.
Broad-shouldered, masculine and the very image of the Greek athletes back in the days when the Olympics featured unclothed men, Ushijima had been Heracles’ favorite for far too long. To be faced with another whom a deity favored was to be met with his equal.
No sword, no shield, no armor had Hinata; he went into battle with nothing but his own spirit and his team’s support - and he won.
*
Above, in Olympus, Heracles stopped talking about volleyball and Japan. Instead, he started to talk about basketball instead and how there was a team so good, the mortals were calling them the Generation of Miracles.
Athene and Nike toasted to their partnership and shared a secret smile.
Beating Ares was far too easy. Toying with Heracles was far more amusing.