Disclaimer: Greek gods belongs to Greek mythology I guess.
Love is What Keeps Us Bonded
"UNBELIEVABLE!" Hera shouted, slamming the door into her pink, fluffy bedroom. Hestia, knitting a new curtain, jumped when the door slammed, vibrating off the walls. Recovering from her shock, Hestia smiled and patted the seat next to her. Still in the state of her anger, Hera didn't see the invitation and fell onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. Steam began to rise.
"Oh dear. Another argument again?" Hestia asked sympathetically. She knew it wasn't an argument. More like Hera screaming at her husband for cheating on her and Zeus blubbering and cowarding and making excuses.
"Yes!" Hera cried. Steam was now billowing around the room. Hestia opened the window and blew the smoke out. Then, closing it, she sat on Hera's bed and handed her a silver platter.
"Here," she said, "you'll need this." The pillow, scorched, was thrown to the floor. Hera sat up and gripped the platter with both hands. Her face, red with anger, was scrunched up as she concentrated all her anger on the platter. A few seconds later, it started to melt, starting from a little dot in the center to all the edges. A liquid silver metal puddle formed on the fluffy pink carpet. "Feel better?"
"Yes, thank you sister," Hera smiled at Hestia.
"Now, what was all that about?" Hestia asked. Hera sighed angrily.
"Oh that foolish god! He thinks that after 3 hundred years, he can go and get together with a bunch of mortal women and bring all these heroes to save the world or something like that," she huffed. She took Hestia's hand and squeezed it. "I wish Zeus actually loves me."
"Hera darling, he does!" Hestia said and took both of Hera's hands. "Zeus may go out and settle with mortal girls and princesses, but his heart can not actually settle without you by his side."
"Really?"
"Do I ever lie?" Hera had to smile at the statement. No god, not even the toughest(Ares) could hate her baby sister. (Let's just say Hestia used her magic to make her younger than her siblings so she is actually the youngest one.)
"No," Hera said, still smiling.
"I may be a single goddess, but I know love when I see it. And I know love is what keeps the Olympians bonded, what keeps us a family," Hestia said, her innocent, yet joyous face shining.
"Oh sister, I love you so," Hera cried, hugging her sister tightly. Hestia returned the hug.
That evening, Zeus and Hera forgave each other, and invited everyone, even Hades, to a special dinner. Hestia was the goddess of honor.
"As I said before," Hestia repeated to the faces of her family, "love is what keeps us bonded."