Hephaestus didn't take the fall too bad, I mean it wasn't his first fall or the correct term would be chucked at high speeds off the mountain. He landed in Florida and he as soon as he fell started a shop for modern weapons. He was used to starting over. He did it very successfully. 5 years blew by. He was making money and enjoying his alone time. He only rarely missed the other gods. He was a loner anyway. A man came into his shop. "Seriously, you suckered me once, you're not doing it again father!"
