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Pallas wasn't sure what she was expecting when she proposed, but it wasn't Hera giving Athena and her a huge list of stuff they had to do. It had only been a day since the proposal was announced and the whole mountain seemed to come to life. This was both a good thing, because it meant that the two of them had help, and a bad thing, because it meant people were constantly up in their business.
Not that Pallas hated people, but sometimes things got out of hand due to the fact most people on this mountain were insane.
Thankfully, Athena was the smartest person ever and had come up with a system. She'd given everyone a list of tasks to do based on their domains and skills. Pallas had been put in charge of the guest list, which took 5 attempts to get right but she finally got everything in order, and the rings. Her fiance had given her a specific list of things she wanted for her ring and had Pallas make her own list.
And now Pallas was on her way to Hephaestus's forge to put the order in, which was surprisingly hard because people kept cornering her asking questions about the wedding. Most of the people who crowded around her were people she either, didn't know, or people she didn't like. Thankfully, Aglaia was in the crowd and she pulled her out.
"Thanks Ag." She said.
"No problem." The Charite replied. "Where are you headed?"
"To get rings from your boyfriend." Pallas explained.
Aglaia's face flushed red and very quickly rushed her to Hephaestus's forge. When they got inside they found the blacksmith already at work. It made sense, Pallas thought, with such a big event happening Aphrodite had probably asked for an entire set of new jewelry. Unfortunately, it was a bit frustrating because the rings were a bit of a top priority. She carefully approached the anvil and, very lightly, smacked Hephaestus on the back of the head.
"PALLAS!" He exclaimed. "What the fuck!"
"Sorry, man." The goddess said. "But how else was I supposed to get your attention?"
Hephaestus rubbed the spot where she'd hit him. "I'm sure there are less painful ways." He grumbled. He took the pieces of metal off his anvil and leaned his hands on it. "Now, what's important enough that you interrupted a very delicate process?"
Pallas summoned the paper with the ring specifications on them. "My wedding rings." She stated. "Also, Aglaia dragged me here." She pointed at the Charite behind her, who waved awkwardly.
The blacksmith blushed and took the paper, holding it in front of his face while he read it. "I see…well, this shouldn't take a lot of time, so I'll get it done soon."
"Great!" Pallas said. "I'm going to go make sure your mother hasn't driven my wife crazy." She waved goodbye to them. "Later, lovebirds."
That led to Hephaestus and Aglaia becoming flustered messes at the same time. Pallas was pretty sure they were cursing her out but she didn't really care, the two of them were in love and were also the only people who didn't know about it. She just hoped they figured it out before the wedding.
***
Nike wasn't sure why Pallas had called her to Hera's palace but she definitely wasn't expecting to walk in on the brides arguing over sparkles. The goddess had seen the two of them get into some pretty stupid fights before but this one took the cake. Athena looked like the argument had gone on for a while and was tired of it. Pallas, however, looked like she was just getting fired up. This would be fun.
Nike waited until there was a break in the argument to butt in. "Hi, what in Tartarus is going on?"
Athena's head snapped towards her and she somehow got angrier. "Why did you involve her in this?"
"Because." Pallas started. "As our third-"
"I'm not the third." Nike interrupted. "I just live in your house."
"Same difference." The goddess of loyalty said. "Anyways, please tell my fiance that our wedding deserves the most bedazzling that Olympus has ever seen."
Nike couldn't argue with that. It was a big event and deserved a little pizzaz, emphasis on little.
"I keep telling you, love. If we have that much 'bedazzling' its going to blind people." Athena explained sharply.
"She has a point, Las." Nike said.
Pallas let out a huff and went to go pout in a corner. Great, she was going to resort to guilt tripping. This tactic never worked on Nike, but it usually worked on Athena, presumably because of the whole stabbing thing. The goddess of victory wasn't going to let her friend lose that easily.
She pulled the goddess of wisdom to the side. "Tell her that she can have a bit of bedazzling. Just a bit, nothing too crazy."
"I don't know." Athena said softly.
"Thea." Nike stated, grabbing the other goddess's cheeks "Do you want to be able to see during your wedding?"
"Yes." Athena said.
"Tell your wife that, then." Nike said, releasing her. She loved these two but they were somehow the dumbest people she knew despite supposedly being smart.
Athena and Pallas spent another hour debating it before the goddess of loyalty finally gave in to her fiance. Nike was pleased with herself and made her way to the door. Before she left, Pallas called out to her.
"Do you want to be maid of honor?"
"I already have my dress planned." Nike replied.
"Perfect." Athena said.
The goddess of victory then left, hoping that her dress didn't give the goddess of wisdom any stress.
***Athena was stressed. She had spent the last 2 weeks in her crafting room making clothes and other things for the wedding, only leaving when Pallas dragged her out to sleep. She just needed to get her dress done and all the planning would be finished.
The issue was that problems kept popping up and interrupting her.
"Athena! Where are you?"
Speaking of problems, Aphrodite was the one who kept finding them. Hera did too but she was more subtle about it.
The goddess of love entered her crafting room, looking pissed
"What do you want, Dite?" Athena asked, not looking up from her loom.
"Who's walking you down the aisle?" Aphrodite asked. "Because father is breathing down my neck wondering."
"Pallas is." The goddess of wisdom answered bluntly.
The sound her sister made was that of a very shocked dove. "But Triton is walking her down the aisle."
Athena rolled her eyes. She missed the lake, she would've been able to be properly married without having to explain the traditions. She also knew that's what Pallas would've preferred. "In Oceanic tradition, the spouses walk each other down the aisle."
Aphrodite looked like she was going to say that you couldn't do Oceanic traditions on Olympus, for the millionth time, but refrained from doing so. "I'll go tell everyone then."
She left and Athena finally pulled out the fabric so she could make her dress. It was a light purplish-blue with a slight shimmery effect. A gift from her grandmother as an apology for not being able to be there, another thing that wouldn't happen if she still lived at the lake. If only she had watched her damned spear better.
Another person entered her room and she was about to throw them out when she realized it was her fiance.
Pallas wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her. "Hey love. What are you doing?"
Athena took one of her hands and returned the kiss. "Working on my dress and giving Aphrodite a heart attack."
Her fiance chuckled. "Business as usual then?" She looked at the fabric on the loom and whistled. "Ok you look good in everything, but this, this might be the best you've ever looked."
Athena smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see if that's right."
"I shall count the moments." Pallas said sadly.
It was then that Athena remembered that this was the last day they'd be able to see each other before the wedding. A tradition that spanned all the divine cultures was the spouses being separated for 3 days before the wedding. Pallas didn't like being separated from her, for some reason, so it would be hard for her.
"It'll be ok." Athena said rubbing her almost wife's wrist.
Pallas buried her face in the crook of her neck. "I know." She whispered. "I'll still miss you."
"I'll miss you too." Athena replied.
It would be the longest 3 days of their lives but it would be worth it to spend the rest of their lives together. They may not have wanted it to be like this but they both knew it would make them the happiest people on Olympus.