Angst.

187 words.

broken!Poseidon/Hera

Prompt 'Sound of Waves'

PG/K+

Hera spends her years as a goddess mourning the loss of her lover, and listening to the ocean's waves lapping against the golden shores.

Author's Note: A reality in which, Poseidon is somehow dead. And yes it seems impossible, but this is fan fiction, where impossible is just plainly impossible. Enjoy!

Sound Of Waves

The sound of waves lapping on a shore is calming, just like almost every other sound found in nature. And yet, the sound which I had once enjoyed only brings tears to my eyes.

I long for you Poseidon, for it has been too long without you. What hurts me more is that I cannot die, so I am forced to live every moment without you. It has already been a millennium without you, and still the sound of waves doesn't bring me comfort, only misery and grief. One would think a 1000 years of grieving would be too much, but we are gods, time is a much more painful matter for us, it makes me wish I could fly away, to somewhere where you and I could have started a new life.

But the fact remains, you are dead, and I am alone with only the sound of waves, and silence. I wish you were here with me, the waves sound as if they are crying with me...I think you would've have laughed, if you had still been here.

But you're not, are you? You're gone...

General & Satire. Mentions of chaining up people.

658 words.

Teen

One-Sided!Original Character/Hera, & side!Hera/Zeus.

Prompt 'Wining & Dining'

Salos, a Greek man, dares to question the queen of Olympus in her decision of remaining with Zeus, and gets punished for it.

Author's Note: This was a weird spur of the moment idea that came up with word prompt. I created Salos because I wondered how would Hera would react to a mortal daring to ask why she remained with a King who dared to bed other women instead of her. Salos here loves Hera, and happens to have a loose tongue.

Wining and Dining

She sips the cool glass of wine, before revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Her smile so beautiful, and yet so cold. She truly was the Ice Queen of Olympus.

Salos held his breath, as she began cutting into the meat with a sleek silver knife. And when she took a bite, he held his breath, yet again, before releasing it just as quickly. He saw her dark pink tongue slither out of her mouth, and swipe across her rose-colored lips. She still looked so breath-taking even as a cruel smile settled on her lips.

He kissed her hand softly, when she placed it in front of his mouth, her skin cool, and smelling faintly of lavender, and rosemary.

And as she took another bite from the tender-yet-cooked meat, Salos had to look away as his heart skipped a beat. He hated how she taunted him by letting him watch her, but never touching her. He hates the fact that he has let her bind him to Zeus's throne so easily, even more.

What made him more angry was her soft murmur of "Thank you for joining me in stead of my husband Zeus." because it would forever remind him that his queen would never belong to him, only to her husband, whether she loved Zeus or she didn't, her bounds to her husband kept her from leaving the throne, just like the shackles around his arms kept him from getting off the throne she had bound him to. His binding was visible, while hers were invisible.

He despised the fact that after every meal, she's leave him bound to the throne he was still currently sitting on. And he loathed how on the table set in front of him would be delicious-smelling foods he could not touch or taste.

She left him alone with his thoughts, as she finished eating her well-cooked meat, and indulged herself with by biting a rosy red apple. He cursed the day he dared to question a goddess of Olympus, and better yet, not any goddess, but the Queen of Olympus herself. He swallowed whatever spit he had in his mouth to try to ease the dryness in his throat, as he closed and his eyes, and slowly began to count the minutes.

And when he opened his eyes, he was still bound to the throne, but this time alone, while the dining table still held a full meal set for a King, along with a beautiful slender crystal glass of deep red wine that sparkled under the warm glow of the flames that lighted up the room. He sighed, as his stomach grumbled and groaned in both pain and hunger, as he realized that tonight would be another long night.

"Hera, oh wonderful Hera~"

"Why are you such a fool? To remain with a king who does not even dine with you, who'd rather bed whores, is it worth it?"

"Is this really how you expected to live? You are a queen. Why not raises your glass of wine and let me join your company at your dining table for the evening?" a charming smile on his lips.

He didn't notice how Hera's eyes blazed with fury, as she smiled slyly uttering "Of course, why not mortal?"

His mother had always told him he was a fool when it came to women, and that his quick wit, and careless words would one day get him in trouble. Too bad he never listened to his mother when she still breathed.

He whimpers softly when he catches her smirking at him from afar, a matching crystal glass in her hands, as she raised the glass to him, before drinking the almost-crimson looking wine, her skin paler when away from the flames, her lips reddened with wine, only settles into a more mischievous smile, as she walks away, blue silken threads following behind.

He sighs and utters to himself 'Oh Salos, what have you gotten yourself into?'

Author's Note:

I've wanted to mention that the story that was supposed to have been posted in the last chapter was supposed to be Hera/Hermes, but I kinda got delayed with it, because it took so long. Loki/Hera is interesting, but will also take time because well they're from two different mythologies, and I'd need a really good plot to make the two of them meet. But for you my readers, I'll try my best. Thanks for all the reviews and support!