So, this is a meant to be humorous one-shot, just too mock our most hated-goddess. Hope you like it!
"But Zeus and I have had some excellent marriage counseling sessions since then. We've aired our feelings and come to an understanding—especially after that last little incident."
The sky often represented Zeus' mood. Sunny when he was merry, cloudy when not, stormy when he was furious and it was no wonder why New York was fighting a ferocious storm that Saturday afternoon. Zeus was, indeed, as moody as Aphrodite would be if the color pink was banned ("You cannot commit such an atrocity!" she would shriek, cursing him so that his armor tunic would always be to short, revealing the royal thigh hair. He knew, he had tried. Poseidon and Hades had laughed for ages.)
As lightning rolled outside the small office again, Hera turned to give him an annoyed glance that would've liquified any person's kidneys. Zeus was not fazed on the inside, though he could feel his insides giving in to the intensity of her glare. He was ashamed sometimes, the king of the gods, god of lightning and sky, afraid of his own wife.
Apparently, that silly mortal assistant seemed to notice the tension between the godly couple as she teetered, afraid that the gaze might be directed at her next, near them, and spoke in an overly-peppy voice that seemed to ooze cheer which made him want to crush the water bottle in his hands right there. "Dr. Pamela will be seeing you soon."
Her voice certified that everything will be alright. Yeah, he thought, if I wasn't to survive another millennia with his possessive-cow-whose-sacred-animal-was-also-one sitting next to me. Honestly, I just wanted to check how Thalia was doing, how is it my fault that another Grace caught my eye again?
Her cows would constantly follow him on his dates, keeping a check on him, leaving behind the trace and scent of holy poop.
He looked over to the annoying assistant and gave her a glare that certified her instant incineration right back. She didn't get the message. However, Hera looked over, her eyes completely steeled, her face twisted in a snarl and well, his daddy dearest would've gone to hide in a corner to avoid that godly glare. It was no wonder that the puny mortal backed off.
Zeus seemed to realize how embarrassing this must be for Hera. She was the goddess of marriage, constantly seeing scathing reminders of true love across the country, and she herself was suffering an eternally miserable one.
Serves her right, that possessive batty hag.
The storm got worse after some time, when the intercom from the office door that read Dr. Pamela buzzed, "Mr. And Mrs. Olympe, your marriage counseling is about to commence."
I LOVE BIG REVIEWS AND I CANNOT LIE! (Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.)