This is the second of the Olympian challenges I've done. I hope that you guys like it as much as the first!

Italics means that the prompt is used somewhere in the story, underlined is the additions.

This one is for a very dear friend of mine.

Pairings: Hera/Percy
Challenge: Her husband breaks his vows to her over and over. She breaks them only once.
Word Prompts: Overzealous or Fragmented
Song Prompts: Lips of Angel by Hinder; Missing by Evanescence
TV/Book/Movie Prompts: Lord of the Rings (b)/Harry Potter (b)

Hera's presence is invoked whenever a proposal is made, along with weddings, childbirth, and who knows what else. That's why she was in a movie theater, watching the Lord of the Rings, and waiting for the shy young man before her to finally propose to his long-term girlfriend. Her pout lips curved into a smile as the young man proposed, before turning her attention to the currently playing movie. The obsessive need to acquire something, she mused. With other Olympians aside from herself, Hestia, and Artemis, she would believe it to be habit. But now, she could no longer deny it to her self. Perseus Jackson was a wonderful young man, loyal to a fault and oh-so wonderfully kind.

And she wanted him. She left the theater, quietly.

Zeus was rarely a good husband. The fragmentation of his vows was a clue. Every time he committed infidelity, her ring would break, and then repair itself. But he had never resorted to blows before. Laying there, a hand pressed to a swollen, reddened cheek, she felt as human as she ever would in her current eternity. She gathered her skirts and fled, bare feet pounding on the ground. She flew past the other gods, tears spilling down her cheeks. She pounded the down button, and shut the door hastily; unaware that she wasn't truly alone.

"Um, Lady Hera?" Percy sounded nervous. She jumped about a mile, and turned to face the Sea God's spawn. She noticed her state of dress and drew her ragged bodice tighter to her own body. Percy flushed faintly, and offered her his jacket. "Is something wrong?" Foamy green eyes looked at her in such warm concern while she wrapped the thick, large coat around her that she couldn't even lie. Percy reached for the emergency stop and shut down the elevator, drawing the goddess closer, wrapping strong arms around her as she began to cry.

For Hera, she sobbed her heart out. Percy held her until she stopped, and turned on the elevator again and pressed the button for the first floor, using his thumbs to wipe her tears away. He led her out of the building and guided her into his car. He started the engine of the vehicle and drove away. Hera never even protested.

Hera had never given much thought to the living situations of the various half-bloods, save for their current cabins, so the sight of such a large, spacious apartment surprised her. Percy grinned at her surprise. "Tea?" The young man asked her, allowing her to keep his jacket as he gently steered her into a small, but well-kept kitchen. "Coffee? Or just some water?" Hera fiddled with her skirt.

"Tea please," She murmured demurely, her head down. Percy tilted her head up, giving her another smile at her slightly miffed look.

"That's much more like it," Percy smiled. Hera was a bit startled to note that his wedding ring still had residence on his finger. Annabeth had broken his heart nearly six years after their marriage. To still wear his ring even after all the horrible things Annabeth had done to him made her wonder. Was she any different? He gave her a bittersweet smile. "Is your husband the problem?" He asked her, pressing a hot cup of peppermint tea into her hand. She nodded mutely. "Hmm. Well then drink that. It'll make you feel better." He began to talk to her about anything and everything, including a few adorable comments about his younger sister Charity. She smiled, allowing his voice to wash away the pain and hurt. Hera felt emboldened, after a night of warm tea and conversation. She thanked him the next morning, and headed back to Olympus.

Hera walked in, watching the gods in the chamber as they turned to face her. With a smile, she stood proudly, her presence utterly surprising to the Olympians privy to her breakdown. She slid her ring off her finger; sure that she now had everyone's attention. Striding forward, she forced her husband's hand open, and placed the delicate metal in his hand.

"Zeus." Her voice was clear and betrayed no sign of her rapidly pounding heart. "I can no longer love you the way I once did," She told him, ignoring his open mouth to trudge onward, "You no longer love me, and I can no longer love you. By the Fates, our marriage is annulled." Hera stepped back. "As I am no longer your wife, I am no longer a goddess. I will never see you again." She turned and began to walk away, her soft brown hair losing ethereal shine, losing height and some of her vitality, leaving her a beautiful, but utterly human twenty-six year old woman. The throne room burst into activity, and Hera didn't look back.

Her ex-husband had broken his vows over and over. Hera broke them only once.

Percy looks a little confused when he sees her back at his apartment. She smiles and reaches him, giving him a warm kiss. Percy looks a little more alarmed than confused now.

"I'm no longer a married woman, Perseus," Hera tells him when he weakly protests her wandering hands. "Now shut up and kiss me."

I hope you enjoyed it!