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"Faggots."
Nico jerked away from the chaste kiss to level a glare at the passing mortal. "Say again?" He said coldly, hand gripping Will's in full view on the bench. They were in a public park, enjoying the nature combined with the thick mortal scents that confused the monsters.
"Um, Nico?" Will muttered, looking at him oddly.
"Why don't you faggots take it somewhere else?" The mortal jeered. "You've got no business spreading that crap in a public place. It's unnatural."
Before Will could contradict them ("There's medical evidence, Nico, evidence!"), Nico had arched an eyebrow and replied, "You know what's unnatural? Plastic. Like your jacket. This is none of your business. We're not hurting anyone. You want to harass someone, go harass the couple down that path for indecent exposure." He gestured lazily toward a path they hadn't even been down. "Otherwise, why don't you take your bigotry somewhere else?"
"Go to hell!" The mortal snarled.
Nico grinned coldly. "Honey, I'm the prince."
Will facepalmed. The light seemed to shift and he looked up, only to realize that they were suddenly standing in Hades' throne room. The god arched an eyebrow at them, but Will ignored him in favor of turning to his boyfriend. "Are you serious."
"What?" Nico asked innocently.
"Are you kidding me right now. A bigoted mortal told us to go to hell and you actually took us to hell."
Hades began to laugh.
"You told him you were the prince of hell and then took us here."
Nico grinned. "Yep."
Hades didn't stop laughing until long after they had left.