A/N- This was a crossover request I received during my first (and only so far) Klaroline Gift Exchange.

"Klaus!"

She calls his name so loudly that it manages to resonate throughout their mansion, bouncing off the endless wall to ceiling windows and rustling the leaves of the myriad plants that graced every room.

In his work room, Klaus raised his head, tensing as if he sensed danger and the large black hound that had been spread out in the threshold of the door sat up with a curious whine.

They both knew the truth.

He was in trouble.

Question was, why?

Top of his head, he could list a few reasons why she could be displeased with him, however, none of those had occurred this winter- or even this century.

Putting down the diamond file, he clicked his tongue and hurried from the room, hearing the click of paws on the hardwood floor behind him.

He'd judged his wife to be at the front door, so he almost barrels into her when she comes barging into the hallway,

"Why," she begins, visibly seething, "Is Mr Wednesday in our driveway?"

Oh.

"That love," he murmurs, "Is a very good question."

Placing his hands on her hips, he moves her to the side and is nearly shifted out of the way himself as their dog pushed around his legs, bounding to the front door and pushing it open further with his nose.

By the time Klaus reaches it, he's sitting on his haunches, tensely guarding the house as Mr Wednesday approaches.

Even though he was no longer handsome, there was a presence and charisma evident in the old man, in the way he held his head, his straight shoulders, his gait. Every inch of him was the warrior who belonged in the halls of Valhalla.

Instead of on their front lawn.

He opens his arms wide as he reaches the front steps, "Hades," he cries theatrically,

"God of the Underworld, the Unseen, the Giver of Wealth. Son of Cronus and brother of Zeus."

He resists the urge to roll his eyes, "Odin," he greets, stepping forward and allowing himself to be embraced, "Welcome to my home."

"And what a lovely home," Mr Wednesday gushed, "With such a vibrant garden, tell me, is the ravishing Persephone going to grace us with her presence?"

The sound of silver platters being slammed onto the marble kitchen counter fills the momentary silence.

"She will," Klaus assures him, because his love for Caroline might have lasted millennia but it was nowhere near strong enough for him to willingly handle Mr Wednesday on his own. "Come inside."

Klaus turns on his heel and walks through the front door easily but when Odin goes to follow suit, he finds his way barred by a growling black hound.

"It appears the gateway is guarded," Mr Wednesday intones with mild sarcasm, "May we enter, oh mighty Cerberus?"

Cerberus is awaiting his command.

He supposed it would be rude of him to order Cerberus bite the All-father.

He'd wait for Caroline to do it instead.

Tumblr.

Thank the humans for tumblr.

Persephone had never adored humankind- and womankind- so much as she did now.

After the fall of the Greek Empire, she had spent centuries waxing and waning into and out of existence, her powers barely strong enough to make an already healthy flower bloom and various versions of herself fading out of the human consciousness.

Until the dawn of the twenty-first century had seen a rebirth in the interest of the older Gods.

Especially the female ones.

Persephone had expected Aphrodite to be reborn, as she had many times before, after all, who could resist the Goddess of Love? But she had been pleasantly surprised when she'd felt the tingles of worship once more flowing through her veins.

She thought she had been consigned to the relics of antiquity, forced to wander through museums and gaze upon shards of pottery that had once contained her features and Renaissance paintings where she frolicked naked with a mirror or was being placidly dragged down to the underworld by Hades.

But then tumblr, that barely functioning site filled with pics, gifs and artwork had rediscovered her.

And what's more, between the historians, the feminists and the pernickety fans with too much time on their hands, they'd actually got her story right.

They didn't see her as a passive victim, carried off by a man to the grief of her mother, her robes slipping to expose a bare breast and her thighs, forced to swallow six pomegranate seeds and languish heartbrokenly in darkness for half a year.

They worshipped her as a woman who had let her boredom and curiosity get the better of her, had seen the crevice in the earth and followed it down to where Cerebos had been standing guard. Who had stunned Hades when she'd tricked her way into the Underworld very much alive and he hadn't had a clue what to do with her.

At first.

After a few days, they'd definitely clued in on what they could do with one another.

And yes, okay, her mother had been a little worried, and then a whole lot pissed, and Hermes had come banging on the bedroom door asking for her to be returned, or at the very least to be dressed for more than a few hours at a time.

But by this stage, Hades had given her a tour of his realms and she had seen where improvements could be made.

So, when Zeus had sent orders for her to be returned to her mother, she had grabbed the first thing on hand that she could feasibly eat.

Her options had been those damn seeds or to take a bite out of Cerebos.

And she hadn't trusted any of those three mouths not to bite back.

The deal had been struck, half a year on Earth with her mother, half a year in the Underworld with Hades.

The sun had barely set on the final day of summer when she had raced back down, frightening Cerebos as she raced past him and into Hades arms.

She had been glowing from the summer sun and from the ideas that had been pouring out of her.

It was the same night of her return that Hades had made her queen.

Persephone existed in various forms, depending on who was worshipping her.

There were six across America that she knew about.

The one who had been brought out of Greece with the fall of the Empire, the Persephone who had olive skin and black hair, who spoke only Ancient Greek and loved her mother and was obedient to Zeus above all else.

Caroline knew herself to be a later manifestation of the goddess. With her golden hair, blue eyes and pale skin, she was the Persephone of the Italian Renaissance.

But the Hades of that same era had been a cruel demon, a black haired, black souled monster who'd hurt her and been jealous of his brother for his beautiful wife.

Niklaus had come later, he had manifested during the Baroque period in Germany, a golden-haired Hades, one who ruled the underworld but was capable of kindness.

They had met in the British Museum, recognized one another for who they were and fallen in love that very same day.

Like many of the gods, they had moved to America and taken names that would allow them to exist in the human world without too many questions.

She had chosen the name Caroline because it was pretty, and the decent floral names had already been taken. The other Persephone she liked the most was one of the newer incarnations and had chosen the name Bonnie.

They send each other links to Persephades fanfiction, adaptations and artwork via their phones- and yes, Technical Boy is annoying, and Media is a bitch, but the internet is good okay?

But apparently, not good enough to send each other warnings that Mr Wednesday was now making house calls.

She would need to send a strongly worded message in the group chat.

Caroline forced a smile onto her face as she brought out the platters of fresh fruit and steaming coffee.

As he was a guest and the All-Father, she had to serve Mr Wednesday first, meanwhile, his companion- a tall, dark and handsome stranger- was busy patting Cerberus, who had rolled over on his back faster than she had ever seen him move.

When they had divided him and kept one of his heads on Earth, it should have been the head that liked her the most.

"Shadow!" Mr Wednesday snaps, "Don't ignore our hosts."

"It's fine," Caroline counters, oversensitive to rudeness of any kind,

"He's not usually this friendly with strangers…or me."

Shadow smiles and settles on the armchair opposite her, "He's a beautiful dog," he compliments,

"What's his name?"

"Spot." She answered.

Mr Wednesday clears his throat and she settled back into the couch, seeking the comfort of her husband's proximity.

"You know why I'm here," he begins grandly, and she exchanges a side glance with Klaus before she takes his hand, squeezing it gently,

"We've heard the rumors," she admits, "We'd hoped it was nothing more than that."

He takes a nonchalant sip of his coffee, "Oh it's all true I'm afraid, war between the Old Gods and the New is coming and I'm looking for allies to fight with us."

"You're building an army," Klaus surmised, "Which will be led by you?"

The All-father shrugs, "Who else?"

"It was Zeus, Poseidon and I who subdued the Titans," Klaus points out, obviously miffed and Caroline squeezes his hand again as Mr Wednesday smiles,

"Nobody doubts the abilities of the God of the Underworld or the God of the Seas, Zeus on the other hand…tell me, aside from dating apps and orgies, what has he been doing with himself in this great land?"

Sex conventions and parties mostly.

The last time Caroline had seen him, the king of the gods had been rife with so many sexually transmitted diseases she had been afraid for his immortality.

Wanting to delay while she ran through the options, Caroline offered a plate of fruit to Shadow who took it with a sensible amount of caution,

"Is this…" he paused, clearly worried about offending her, "Safe for humans to eat?"

She beamed at him, "Of course, it's all organic from our local farmers market, not from the underworld."

She turned to Mr Wednesday, "You want us to join you, why should we? As you can see, we are not lacking for worshippers, we are not at risk of being forgotten."

"You were once," he argued, "Besides, a certain Italian Hades has already agreed to join me,"

"Seriously?" she laughed, "That's supposed to convince us? The only way I would agree to be in the same area as that…demon, is if it was to watch him die once and for all time."

Mr Wednesday looked askance at Klaus, "Does the mighty Hades who defeated Cronos, his father, allow his wife to make decisions for him?"

It takes him roughly thirty seconds to realize his mistake.

Cerberus sits up, hackles raised and his attention on his master, ready to attack at the slightest gesture.

"Careful, Odin," Klaus growled, "You speak to the dread Queen of the Underworld, the one whose name it was forbidden to speak aloud in Ancient Greece, the one who enforces the curses of men upon the souls of the dead."

Caroline's smile was frozen on her face, as cold as the one she wore when she chose the most horrific of punishments for the most horrifyingly damned souls. She places her coffee cup down on the table and then leans forward,

"I was a maiden once," she acknowledges, "I was innocent, naïve, virginal. That was centuries before you ever came into existence, when you speak of the Old Gods, don't forget that there are those of us who are ancient. My husband is one of the first gods, born from the titans, but I have earned my place at his side."

Shadow clears his throat, patting his knees as he got to his feet, "Thank you for the coffee, we should be going."

Mr Wednesday opens his mouth but Shadow pulls out his phone,

"Can I give you my number?" he offers, speaking over the All-Father, the first of the Norse gods, "So that you can call us if you change your mind?"

Persephone pulled out her top of the line iPhone and accessed her contacts so that she could get the phone number of Odin's human companion.

Once the two of them were gone, she huffed in annoyance and set a path straight to her greenhouse.

Klaus and Cerberus followed her, her husband leaning against the door as his dog sniffed curiously at the plants.

"You even think of cocking your leg, I'm sending you straight back to the Underworld." Caroline warns, pointing her spray bottle at the hound who pointedly turned his back on her.

"I think that went rather well, love," Klaus declares, slipping his hands into his pockets, "Since Odin insulted you, we can now accept or refuse his proposal as we see fit."

Caroline hummed and focused on the Rothchild's Slipper Orchid she had been cultivating for two hundred years. Try as she might, she did not have her mother's touch for growing plants, so it took just a little more power to keep her flowers alive.

She didn't even try anything that was meant to be grown in winter.

"Would you fight alongside your brothers?" she asked, "Would you fight beside me?"

He pushed off from the doorway and moved over to her, embracing her from behind, his arms around her stomach,

"If the situation called for it," he decided, "If you wished to fight."

She leans back against him, taking strength and comfort from his warm body,

"Do you think it would be possible…in the chaos of battle…to push Damon so that he'd fall onto his own sword and die a final death?"

Klaus chuckled into her hair, "I'm sure if we put out heads together, we could find a way…of course, I'm sure Stefan would be only too willing to help."

She takes his hand and brings it to her lips, kissing it gently, before making her decision.

She didn't care about the battle between the old gods and the new gods, she didn't care about alliances or pacts beyond that which she had made with the other manifestations of Persephone and Hades across America. She cared only about the Hades she had chosen to love, the man who had been kind, merciful and gentle to her, who had loved and adored her completely for centuries.

She would not have him risk himself in battle.

"Perhaps we will go to bear witness," she suggested, "Make sure the souls are ferried into the afterlife."

A/N- Thanks for reading