Unchanging
Title: Unchanging
Fandom: Class of the Titans
Table/Prompt: Table 4/17. Eternal
Rating: PG
Word Count: 233
Summary: Some things don’t change, ESPECIALLY when it comes to gods.
Hera waited until the children were gone, then very carefully planted a sandaled foot on Zeus’s backside and pushed, sending her husband sprawling. He rolled over, giving Hera a hurt look, like a puppy that had been caught making a mess, and was hoping to get out of the punishment it knew was coming. “Do not,” Hera said, her voice as cold as winter while a rage as terrible as Hephaestus’s fires burned in her eyes, “think about it. Those girls are off limits.”
“Now, Hera, my dear-”
“I will give you to Cronos myself,” she hissed, and Zeus knew she meant it, consequences be damned.
Was it really so wrong for him to admire a pretty girl? Did Hera not trust him at all?
Of course, that would be the moment that Hercules would come meandering through, slurping down a beer and breaking wind loudly. Hera looked at Hercules, then at Zeus. “Think of Theresa and Atlanta as you did Achilles’s mother,” she advised. “To do otherwise would be… less than prudent.”
Zeus picked himself up off the floor, brushing imagined dirt off his clothes. “Are you implying that you do not trust me?”
“No farther than Sisyphus can roll his bolder,” Hera confirmed.
Fandom: Class of the Titans
Table/Prompt: Table 4/17. Eternal
Rating: PG
Word Count: 233
Summary: Some things don’t change, ESPECIALLY when it comes to gods.
Hera waited until the children were gone, then very carefully planted a sandaled foot on Zeus’s backside and pushed, sending her husband sprawling. He rolled over, giving Hera a hurt look, like a puppy that had been caught making a mess, and was hoping to get out of the punishment it knew was coming. “Do not,” Hera said, her voice as cold as winter while a rage as terrible as Hephaestus’s fires burned in her eyes, “think about it. Those girls are off limits.”
“Now, Hera, my dear-”
“I will give you to Cronos myself,” she hissed, and Zeus knew she meant it, consequences be damned.
Was it really so wrong for him to admire a pretty girl? Did Hera not trust him at all?
Of course, that would be the moment that Hercules would come meandering through, slurping down a beer and breaking wind loudly. Hera looked at Hercules, then at Zeus. “Think of Theresa and Atlanta as you did Achilles’s mother,” she advised. “To do otherwise would be… less than prudent.”
Zeus picked himself up off the floor, brushing imagined dirt off his clothes. “Are you implying that you do not trust me?”
“No farther than Sisyphus can roll his bolder,” Hera confirmed.