Brothers

- He grew his braids. And most importantly, what for? Aren't you too lazy to wash them?

- Yours are long, too, Zeus.

- If you don't like it, you don't have to help!

The elder gods of the Greek Pantheon. Formidable rulers. Many forget that they are also brothers. It's not often that Hades, Poseidon and Zeus get together not for a feast or to solve some problems.

One of those days, Zeus suggested that the brothers meet, drink nectar and just relax. Without wives, without noisy children and other bunch of relatives. No, he loves them, but not always, and not all of them.

How everything came to what it came to, no one will answer. However, now Hades and Zeus were braiding Poseidon's long hair. Everything would be fine, besides that the God of the seas has hair that matches the sea. Long, silky and liquid like the sea. Not literally, but it is not easy to hold them in your hands, they slip through your fingers.

- Why is your hair straight? Ours is curly and there are no problems. - Zeus seemed ready to shave his brother's head. 

- Because at least someone should be handsome. - Poseidon turns to his brothers. 

- Ah, you son of a bitch ... - Zeus begins, but falls silent under the gaze of the eldest. After all, they have the same mother. 

- There, it's done. - Hades looks at the braid he was braiding. It turned out quite neat and very pretty. Which is surprising, considering the size of Hades's hands. 

- Wow. - Zeus whistled. - Where did you learn to do that? 

- I sometimes help my wife. - The eldest brother looks at what Zeus was braiding. Instead of a braid, there are sea knots. Who taught the thunderer to braid them, the question arises. Definitely not Poseidon. 

- Is everything bad there? - From the silence from the brothers, Poseidon understands that something is wrong. And he begins to fear for his hair. 

- Well…..- Hades takes the semblance of a braid from Zeus to fix it. He is surprised to notice shipwrecks in the strands. There are many questions. 

- Remind me never to ask Zeus for help with my hair. Poor Hera. - Poseidon sighs, while the youngest of the brothers snorts. 

- I tried to help. And Hera has her nymphs. It's not a man's business. 

Hades raises an eloquent eyebrow, looking at his brother. 

- You and Persephone are an exception. - Zeus leans back on the pillows, while Hades finishes braiding Poseidon's braid. - The perfect couple. 

- What prevents you from being one? 

There is no answer to this question. It hangs in silence, leaving a bitter aftertaste on the tongue.