Notes:

Inspired by Greek mythology. Hera wants to make amends, Poseidon wants to get laid.

Cersei -Hera

Euron - Poseidon

Every once in a while the gods would take on human form. For love of a mortal or out of sheer boredom, rarely they were turned into mortals to teach them a lesson or to punish them.

Poseidon was quite satisfied with being a god, he did not think being turned into a mortal was a punishment. Despite being turned mortal without his permission he had lived a good short life, he had felt the love of a mother, had a father figure, and fallen in love.

The sounds of waves helped him slumber. He slept a lot, when he was awake everything reminded him of Hera or Juno as he knew her. At least when he slept he could get the girl out of his head. No not a girl anymore she was a Queen, a Goddess now.

He heard screams. It was a woman in labour. Hera must be punishing yet another one of Zeus's lovers with either prolonging the duration of the labour or multiplying the excruciating pain that came with childbirth. He picked up his trident and went to take care of a sea monster that was destroying a village. He left a few of his bastards in charge.

He sighed it was the village where he and Hera had frolicked as children, where they stole pastries, ran away from chores and ate fish on the beach.

Poseidon sighed again, earning him a look from one of his more judgmental and older bastards, as his sigh caused an underwater tremor and made some hovels crumble and humans screamed and ran for their lives.

Hera. His thoughts drifted to her once again. She was raised by the oceans, which was the only acknowledgement she gave to their brief life together. Perhaps it was a cosmic joke that not only would he and Zeus fight over power that they'd fight over the same woman, no a goddess. Poseidon hadn't even put up a fight for Hera he'd just stepped aside as he knew he could not compete against a god for her love. As for power, he now felt a new motivation to fight his King and brother.

For a wedding present he had given her tears and she had given him a smile as they parted the night before she ascended to Mt Olympus, this was when he thought he was just a poor sailor from a fishing village and not a god as well. Maybe if he had known he too was a God he would have fought for her hand.

She had not looked back and he did not attend their wedding.

He heard about their marital problems, he blamed himself, he knew it would happen and he let it happen because he was too cowardly to confess his love. No matter how much Zeus hurt Hera, Poseidon did not interfere.

Even though he had been her childhood friend she was not one to take kindly to advice, she was stubborn and paranoid, believing that the advice people gave her served them more than her.

With the trident dripping with the sea monster's blood, he looked upwards. He wondered if she could see him now. He had stayed away, at first it was red hot jealousy, he had heard how sweetly Hera loved her king. Then her marriage to Zeus started disintegrating, hope blossomed in the sea god's chest. He wanted the next time she saw him to be awed with the man he had become, the god. She never was in attendance when he met with Zeus, since he was the goddess of families and marriage she was busy blessing unions all across the word.

Perhaps it was a good thing that they were apart, he often told himself, it would give him time to heal his broken heart and get over the girl. It had been 400 years, surely, the feelings had faded and left his system.

His chief advisor, the sea witch, Ursula, who had been his mortal mother when he had been the mortal boy Triton walked into the throne room. Her skin purple, her lips red, and her dress black, a coral crown on her head.

"Here," she said giving him a potion, "Drink this and you can stop her from destroying the world."

"Who is her," he asked picking up the stupid pomegranate, it had been 400 years and it still hadn't changed in appearance. He hurled it out of sight. He knew it would return.

"She, Hera, is going to crack open mount Olympus, and the rest of the world, with just her sighs alone.

"Hera? Why must I concern myself with the Queen?" Poseidon put his Trident down, he missed his axe. He always wished he had an axe, the trident was good but he liked slicing things off not stabbing things to death, he would have to yank out the trident, gravity would send his axe to the ground, if he had one. The axe would need no upkeep the use alone would keep it sharp. The trident was a bother more than a help.

"I was your mother, when you were mortal. I was there when you were her little pet fish," she said twisting Poseidon's ear, "I don't want the world destroyed."

"Fine," he swatted her hand away, "you have my undivided attention."

"She wants him to apologise but he does not feel that he has wronged her, her pride is hurting she wants the world to suffer with her. Selfish bitch."

"Well he is making a fool of her and it is within her rights to be treated with respect," He itched to bury his trident in Zeus chest. No an Axe. Yes an Axe.

"She's a hypocrite people call her the goddess of anger and jealousy, she's harming…"

"Those who commit adultery?"

"Look at you defending the indefensible, it is like we are back in the village," Ursula remarked.

"Very well, mother what am I to do?" Poseidon asked weary of the conversation already he wanted to sleep, he grimaced as he saw the accursed pomegranate on a cushion being brought in by a servant who genuflected.

"Absorb her feelings and redirect them," Ursula told him.

"That's possible," he asked in confusion, his brow furrowed, a crease appearing between his very expressive blue eyes. Despite having three witches as his most trusted advisors he was more partial to using violence than magic to solve problems in the sea kingdom.

"She may be the queen of the gods but don't forget sea witches raised both of you. Our milk is what she drank as a babe she is of us as much as you are. You can do it take away some of her rage."

"And do what with it?" Poseidon asked, he still preferred the idea of killing Zeus. "

You will know My son," Ursula replied proudly.

"Will she know I aided my Queen in her hour of need?" Poseidon asked licking his lips trying to mask the hopefulness from his voice

"She feels all women are trying to seduce her husband and all men are trying to seduce her. You know what she does to men who attempt to seduce her."

"She tortures them for all of eternity," he answered

"It is in your best interests that she never finds out that you have given her any aid. She will most likely see any interference even from you as an insult on her honour, her pride her character."

"Even me?" Poseidon smirked

"Do you still love her?" Ursula asked

"Me her? No" Poseidon lied, "I am a God, I have a million bastards, I have no need for her I have sirens, mermaids, nymphs I have hordes of lovers I

"I warn you. If you take this potion and you have love for her the torture will be unique and known only to you ," Ursula interrupted her son's lies.

"This thing I will do. Will it soothe her?" Poseidon asked.

"Yes but," Ursula tightened her grip on the vial that contained the potion, the potion would bind Poseidon to Hera. Ursula did not for a moment doubt that Poseidon loved Hera but she was certain the Queen did not return Poseidon's feelings. Giving the binding potion to one half of an unrequited love was cruel, Poseidon would lose the capacity to ever love another if he took the potion, no matter how many years passed he would still want the queen.

"Good thing I don't love her then," he smiled sadly, Ursula let the Sea King take the potion from her hands as she left the throne room.

"Idiot boy!" Ursula said flinging the coral crown she wore on her head to show that she was the chief of Poseidon's advisors on a chair

"What's happened?" Morgana Ursula's little sister and the woman who had been Hera's mother when Hera had been Juno, asked as she parted the hair of the red headed woman seated at her feet.

"He's a lovesick boy again hoping she will look in his direction," Ursula collapsed into the chair pushing her crown away.

"He deserves it," Morgana said without sympathy, she was loyal and served him well but she still blamed him for what Zeus was doing to Hera. "He could have been brave he could have," Morgana muttered angrily as she brushed the hair of a young woman seated at her feet, "prevented all of this!"

"Aye," Ursula agreed

"Don't fret he had 400 years of what he thought was heartbreak now he can feel what it truly feels like," Morgana cackled.

"Sisters are we forgetting something, we are trying to contain queen Hera's wrath. Poseidon's love for her is pure. It shall not be torture. I believe in him." Calypso told her fellow witch sisters freeing her hair from Morgana's brushing.

Immediately after drinking the potion, Poseidon heard fabric rustle and footfalls, Hera was pacing, he closed his eyes. He could feel her confusion and her anger, her rage, she wanted a storm, she wanted sleet she wanted destruction she wanted wrath. He took on her sadness and a storm raged on the seas for weeks while he slumbered.

When he woke the world was not destroyed. While he slumbered he dreamt that he'd confessed his love and hera had rejected zeus. It was a simple dream. They had remained mortals and upon death they'd all reverted to their godforms, she lived on a land palace with Morgana and her father the poultry farmer who's name Poseidon had forgotten was made a demi god and Morgana had wed him. Poseidon resided in the ocean with his mother Ursula. Hera and Poseidon they had all the many, many children that she wanted.

There was a sense of unease in the seas, their King was gloomy and so the oceans took on his mood.

Before long Zeus was up to his old tricks. Poseidon asked the witches for another potion, in case his queen needed another storm.

"It's in your veins now you're connected to her. Her wish is now your command you're enthralled to her," Ursula had told her adopted son

That didn't sound bad, Poseidon thought to himself

Hera was taking out her anger on everyone except the culprit Zeus.

When a hero she'd given her favour had destroyed a village because his wife had borne zeus a child, she had watched impatiently, without a twinge of remorse as the humans cried for mercy while they were put to the sword. Zeus had rescued his offspring and his lover. However one of the many villagers who had perished was a son of poseidon who'd left the sea to be with a woman he had fallen in love with.

The witches informed Poseidon that Hera would come to apologise and that he should keep his tongue in check and that his entire presence would offend her.

"Because she'll think I want to seduce her?" the idea amused him, irritating Juno was a favourite pastime of his.

"No... Because you have numerous bastards, you do not even know their names, and you do not respect the sanctity of marriage," Morgana had informed him

"Very well. I shall behave," he promised his three advisors who didn't believe him.

Morgana had just cried and hugged Hera. Hera had pushed the witch aside and strode to the throne room of the land palace. The floors were wet, she walked carefully she wondered if the crabs were his offspring, the thought made her smile. The palace was covered in vibrant coral and seaweed, it was surprisingly pretty she decided. She put a hand to her head holding her crown in place, it was a silver crown, with emeralds cut like peacock feathers. She didn't know why she wore it, she hated it, it was beautiful but it was a symbol of Zeus' infidelity and it was heavy.

Her eye caught a golden orb on a cushion, it looked familiar but before she could inspect it, Poseidon emerged from the pool set in the middle of the throne room. His lower fish half, a shimmering grey blue scaled tail split into two and turned into men's legs.

Poseidon paused, she was lovelier than he remembered. Her sadness multiplying her beauty.

He wasn't what she expected. Last she saw of him he was a skinny boy with a wooden axe. He had long black hair sticking to his frame like slimy seaweed, he was Triton no more.

"I have come to express my condolences for the death of one of your children," she said eyes on his blue ones and not looking anywhere else. She was a queen she was a married queen. She faltered and took a long look. She felt guilty for a moment comparing poseidon to zeus and finding her husband lesser.

He smirked and strode toward her, "they mean nothing to me, their mothers even less. Do not concern yourself, my queen"

She had judged him with just a look, "if you had a wife she would feel quite diminished that you would disrespect your union for nothing." Her face was as arrogant as ever but her voice betrayed her pain.

"Good thing i have no wife," it was incredible he thought how Hera was getting offended on behalf of his non-existent wife.

"How can you have no regard for them? They are of you!" she asked incredulously

"So are the contents of my chamber pot," he said he was standing face to face to her and he wanted nothing better to kiss her to hold her but her next three words disrupted his thoughts.

"You are disgusting," she looked at him in disbelief and turned away from him

"So is your husband you don't call him disgusting."

"To his face," she admitted, I am aware of what he is, she said shaking her head and turning to face him her eyes narrowed, "also how dare you?" No one dared speak to her like this, they would lose their heads and their entire lineages would end.

"Oh Juno if I could turn back time," he took her hand in both of his

"Enough!" she hissed yanking her hand back, "do not be so familiar with me, you shall regret it."

"Unlike you I am willing to pay any price. Do you miss our old life? How simple it was? Remember the crown I made for you? The driftwood crown you called it" he tried to take her hand again

"Why are you bare?" she asked interrupting him putting her hand to her eyes as a shield deliberately taking a few steps away from him careful not to slip and fall. She preferred the driftwood crown to the one on her head, it symbolised her youth the only time she had been truly happy.

"I am of the water what need have I of clothes? he shrugged ensuring his muscles rippled for her appreciation.

"What are those?" she pointed to the markings on his body

"I tussled with a kraken those sea monsters really love embracing," he was pleased to note that his flexing had not gone unnoticed by Hera.

"Did it hurt?" she asked the barest hint of concern in her voice

"I'm a god,' he scoffed "nothing could hurt me," he pounded a fist into his chest

Zeus looked like a fat old man in comparison Hera sighed and desperately thought of something, anything to say, "What of armour?" she asked quickly as she saw the crying witch stare at her wiping her eyes

"Are we at war my beautiful one? Are you here to kill me?" He asked closing the distance between them

"No, I'm here to offer repatriation," she said waving him away and taking a seat, averting her gaze.

"Very well in exchange for killing my bastard…" He began authoratatively

"Your child," she corrected him her lip curling in displeasure, Hera was no stranger to hypocrisy, other gods bastards she turned a blind eye to but her husband's bastards she wanted to destroy with her bare hands.

"My bastard child," he amended, "I demand a kiss, as payment."

Her mouth hung open and then her nostrils flared and her green eyes flashed, for a moment she was Juno again angry at him for some small unintentional slight.

"Have a drink then for courage my lovely one, and then pay up," his lips made a popping sound when he said up.

"No," she declined, "I am not my husband," she had her nose in the air.

"I asked you for a drink not to lay with me."

"Put on some clothes and mayhaps I shall," she rolled her eyes

"A drink or laying with me," he asked biting his lip.

"A drink," she clarified, her irritation emanating from her pores.

"And my Kiss? A child…"

"A bastard," she corrected him

"A bastard child's life for a kiss, my queen it is a bargain."

She sipped the blue liquid as he dressed, he strode over and sat close to her. The crying witch, Morgana had given her the drink, it was sweet, she could not place the taste, it was not a wine, nor mead nor ale, it was something cool and refreshing. The stupid crone's tears had fallen into the goblet as well.

He had a drink in his hand it was untouched he was just staring at her.

She was close enough to touch to taste to…

"Tell her to leave," she's making me upset Hera took another sip of her drink

Poseidon nodded at Morgana who exited the room, with a dramatic sigh.

"Will you pay the price?" Poseidon asked softly

Hera looked at him in confusion

He caressed her cheek with his knuckles

"Oh," she exclaimed, the drink had dulled her senses. Had he drugged her? The bastard. He wouldn't Triton would not. He wasn't Triton she told herself. This was her own stupidity she knew exactly what male gods did when they wanted a woman, they used force. Zeus would not believe her if Poseidon did anything to her, he would blame her, his hatred for Poseidon was stronger than whatever scraps of affection he still felt for her. She should have brought Ares with her. She was cursing her vengeful nature, had she underneath it all wanted Zeus to find out and get jealous? Perhaps.

He felt her tremble he along with everyone knew Zeus denied her love if he gave her that would she leave Zeus for him? Would that destroy the world? Was it worth the risk?

She leaned into his touch. He had his answer. Yes it was. Zeus did not deserve her. She deserved to be adored to be loved to be cherished and no one could give her that but him. No power on earth would stop him from worshiping her.

When he tipped her chin and brought his mouth to hers, her eyes were closed her goblet fell to the ground her hands desperately clutching at his tunic. He would kiss her but first he needed to take off the crown she wore. He would give her a better crown a bigger crown, the replica of the driftwood crown. As soon as he touched her crown, he heard thunder, her eyes fluttered open, a deep sigh escaped her throat. She straightened her crown and got up.

"I cannot be a hypocrite, I am the goddess of family and marriage. I cannot," she shook her head her hair bounced her lips were pursed.

"You can leave him first then you can kiss me."

"I…"

"You want to," he pointed out slyly.

"No," she flung her hands in the air, "I must make him love me, failing that I must make him honour our marriage or I become a failure as the goddess of marriage, a laughingstock, a joke," there was a frenzy to her words.

"I hear jealousy is a marital aid," he said placing his hand on her shoulder

"Yes, it has done wonders for mine," she said sarcastically pushing his hand away, "Farewell Triton," she told him

He didn't correct her incorrect use of his name.

She paused at the cushion, on which the pomegranate rested. She gave him a questioning look and then walked out of his palace.

He watched her walk away, again. He had rejected her when they were youths and now she rejected him now that they were gods.