Hey it's me PoisonBones. I got this idea when I was with my twin brother (yes believe it or not I'm a twin writing about twins and their sibling affection. That's why they're my favorite gods, I can relate to how Artemis feels.)And we were just goofing around together. I'm the only girl of four children so all of my brothers are super protective of me, so I was thinking kind of how Apollo is towards Artemis and sort of how Hera treats them differently because they're not hers. So I got this idea wrote it down, here it is. Please read and review, visit my profile and if you haven't already, read my story Jealousy. I love my followers, favorites make me smile. PM me if there is any suggestions you wanna make for a story, I would love to write about other people ideas, I will give you credit if you do so please do suggest some stuff NO INCEST!Aall comments, good or bad are accepted and appreciated, fix me on anything ask any questions I'm glad to help.
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Hera's POV
I kicked her once more in the ribs, good and hard. It was one thing to defy Zeus; it was another thing, to defy me. I had beaten her pretty badly, but red hot rage still boiled inside of me, and I hit her again, this time with me knuckles across her fare skinned face. Her blue chiton had been torn at the hem, blood poured from her lips and nose, dark bruising covered what was visible of her chest, which was quite a bit, for I had torn the sleeve and strap, and her ankle was quite possibly broken.
She had never looked worse. I raised my hands and motioned for her to be lifted to face me, and the invisible servants that had lingered at the edge of the garden when she had first angered me, immediately moved to do my bidding. They easily lifted her into a sitting position, and no matter how hard she resisted, no matter how much she knew it would pleasure me, Artemis let out a low moan, and rolled her silver eyes to look at me.
"Artemis, do you still have the nerve, to behead my statue in the center of my palace in Greece, in front of thousands of onlookers?" I asked lightly.
Artemis, ever fighter, did her best to regain her voice. I did not like her answer.
"G-g-go t-to hell. B-bitch." She stuttered horribly over her words, if it wasn't written all over her demolished face, I never would've known what she said.
I sighed and kicked her in her stomach. She released a howl of pain, but I continued. Again and again. 5 minutes passes quickly when you're enjoying yourself.
I gently reached down and pulled her chin up to face me from where she was pressed against the edge of the fountain, "Do you, Phoebe Artemis, still have the nerve, to defy and humiliate me in front of my people?"
Artemis' eyes swam a moment, but she managed a very weak, "No, Lady Hera."
"Good." I pulled my hands from her chin and turned back to my greenhouse. I waved a hand behind me, "Take her to her bed and leave her."
I stepped easily inside of my safe haven and closed the sound proof doors to the building, as to muffle the pathetic whimpers of the wounded goddess that was being lifted away from my home and to her own. Being as I couldn't hear the noise, I was quite content with watching her be carried away. At least I was. Until the very thought that hadn't graced my mind earlier struck me. Artemis had something most people would kill for. A born bodyguard. I turned and began to pace, trying to find a reason for me to be found beaten senseless myself by my husband when it happened. 'I need out of this.' I thought 'He is going to kill me'.
I paced all night, looking for a way to escape the blame.
Before Apollo lashed out like a solar flare.
