Pairing: HeraxPrometheus (Rebel Queen of Creation)


Prometheus stood in his workshop, and looked at his work with a very, very, critical eye. Then sighed.

"Prometheus, your obsessive tendencies are showing," a voice teased from behind him and he heard the sound of metal hitting wood.

He did not turn, remaining contemplative. He heard a sigh, and then a shadow fell besides him.

"What are you working on?"

He was pretty sure she knew, his eyes flickering to the Olympian besides him before returning back to his work. She was short, or perhaps seemed that way due to his nature as a Titan. Everything but other Titans looked short to him. When he had met her he had been beautiful, that she still was was certain. That had not been the only reason he married her however, otherwise he would have grown bored of her. She was smart, smarter than she looked, and always challenged him, both physically and mentally. He supposed he was somewhat of a masochist.

There was something missing. He grunted in frustration.

Lord Atlas had granted him with this particular task, the creation of mortals which would worship them, create works, and alleviate boredom. Prometheus had taken on this task with great enthusiasm, as his brother had undertaken the creation of admittedly easier animals.

A year into the making, he had stabilised and created the form of these new creatures. In appearance, they resembled his little Goddess, walking on two legs with two arms and an enlarged head. They would rival the creations of the other Pantheons, though he was still unsure on what he would call them. Apes?

However, he had run into problems.

"The form of these mortals is particularly troublesome. I have managed to isolate the empirical matrix but inserting the god-flame into this form is proving difficult…"

They kept crumbling under the strain of wielding such Godly power. Hera crossed her arms thoughtfully.

"What powers the elemental matrix?"

He leaned back on his workbench, watching as she examined the body he had created. It was neither male nor female, a peaceful expression on its face as though it were in hibernation. There was a tray of cakes and wine, of which he helped himself as he replied.

"Gaia's skin, interlaced with her blood and a modicum of her power."

"Spirit?"

"Gaia's breath. Where are you going with this, Hera?"

Hera faced him, wavy chestnut hair flowing around her shoulders with a smirk on her face. The smirk she always wore when he had forgotten something important. Prometheus frowned as she tilted her head mischievously.

"Prometheus, darling, how did the Titans form?"

Why was she asking him such an obvious question?

"Why are you asking me such an obvious question?"

"Humour me."

He looked at her quizzically and stroked his beard, but answered.

"Mother Gaia and Father Ouranos came together."

She nodded her head in agreement then pointed at herself.

"What of me?"

"Cronus and Rhea," He folded his hands over his chest, "Can you just get to your point?"

"In both cases, an intermingling of the primal forces of Sky and Earth created new life."

He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes then pointed at his creation.

"Rhea's patience. In this, you are only drawing on the Earth and not the Sky."

Ah.

Ah!

He felt foolish.

Judging by her laugh, she knew.


It was hardly an insult to be married to the Titan, Prometheus.

During the Titanomachy, the sons and daughters of Cronus [Saturn] had faced against the Titans led by their father himself. The battle had been looking dire for the Titans, when one of the New Gods had come to them in the dark of night with an offer. It called itself Hera, and was a sister to the God-King Zeus. When asked why she would betray her fellow siblings she had insinuated it had something to do with the boy-king, though she would not go into detail. In exchange for sparing her innocent siblings, and the death of Cronus, she would would work with them to ensure their success when Zeus was most vulnerable.

Atlas had agreed to this. He recruited the brothers Epimetheus and Prometheus to aid in his work, which had certainly aided in their eventual success. For their role in the Titanomachy, the New Gods had been punished for their crimes. Cronus was dead at least, thank the Gods for small mercies.

Now Atlas ruled in his stead, and to the wise Prometheus he had been gifted a "maiden of fierce countenance and glorious beauty, a daughter of the great Saturn."

Their marriage went surprisingly well. She was fierce and outspoken, a contrast to his thought-out and calm demeanor yet no less an asset. In matters of war, as well as peace, she was insightful and intuitive, which Prometheus had found to be rather appealing. She nurtured his creative appeal, of which he had found rather endearing, and though political at first their's had become a love genuine.