Zeus the Thunderer

vengefulnature:

”If I wasn’t pregnant-” Hera hissed the word as if it was the darkest of curses ”- nothing would need fixing.” Her eyes didn’t want to leave the mirror. Somewhere in her irrational and hormonal mind she figured that taking her eyes off the disheveled reflection would just make it worse. Everything seen had been caused when she hadn’t been looking; unaware of the way the sheets would press against her skin or her hair would snare around her face and throat. “I want this thing out of me. That’s where I want to start.”

Finally Hera let Zeus’ touch register in her mind and like a startled animal she relaxed. When her muscles eased up she also, instantly, regretted her words and both hands – which had curled around the vanity in a death-grip – came to rest on her belly. They carefully healed the bruises and scratches left, leaving only stretch marks to be seen. “He is going to be trouble, I know it,” a soft sigh left her and she met Zeus’ eyes in the mirror. “Strong and troublesome.”

It felt strange for Zeus to be the rational part of the party. The one to think and apply logic, and most of all: the one to be calm. But he wouldn’t want it any other way either. It could be said that it was about time the married two got to take a walk in each other’s very much remade shoes. But here they where, one pushing and the other pulling. As usual. “He will come out… when he’s ready.” Was all he could manage to calm Hera with as he observed her. In a way he was a bit fascinated with her manners at this stage. Every day become a new surprise so nothing was boring to say the least.

“If anything he’s going to be beautiful. Just like his mother.” As Hera took care of her bruises, Zeus took more care of her muscles. Letting both his hands find her shoulder to massage them with his thumbs and palms to relax her more. If anything that was what she needed… that and a good breakfast. After just a couple of minutes was he crouching down behind Hera to rest his chin on her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss on her throat as his arms slid in place to neatly cover up her body and hold her close to his chest. “A strong beautiful troublesome prince. And he won’t let us forget it. I can bet my temple on that.” For a moment Zeus almost looked like he was dreaming, getting caught in the world of ideas, thoughts and hopes that mostly was occupied by dreaming mortals. But who could blame him? When his eyes locked with Hera his big smile once again broke out on his face, making his whole face light up with joy. “So which one of the dresses do you want to wear?”

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theprimaryantagonist:

     _{“It’s nothing but geography.”}

     _{And a fool’s luck. Hades had never wanted the Underworld. It was a dark depressing place and so on and so forth and hadn’t we all heard it before? He’d drawn the short straw.
But now this place was his home and Hades had become part of the shadows. Zeus and Poseidon liked to forget they could’ve just as easily been lords of the Underworld.}

     _“No.”

     _{The papers were left on a table near where Hades kept his liquor and the king had no mind straying from the different bottles any time soon.}

A less than pleased expression spread over Zeus, taking over every muscle in his body. In all fairness it was a miracle he didn’t get a dark fluffy cloud over his head. His mouth was twisting together to make a thin line out of lips as he followed Hades’ with his eyes. This was why they couldn’t have nice things anymore… then again they hadn’t had much nice things from the start either.

“If you want company so badly when you drink, why not kidnap another daughter of mine to entertain you?”

theheartofpersephone:

 ”If it were anyone else I would be inclined to say I am too busy to chat, but you are an exception. Can I help you with something, Zeus?”

“Don’t be a bigger bastard than you already are, it doesn’t suit you. I’d like to think we raised you better than that.”

theprimaryantagonist:

     _{“Baby brother, high and mighty, oh lord, oh lord.”}

     _{There were unwelcome guests, and then there were unwelcome fools.
           Hades’ voice had taken on that particular mocking tone reserved for the second category.}

     _{“Now to what do I owe the honor.”}

“Lord lowest of them all.” If Hades could taunt then Zeus wouldn’t be any better himself. His head did how ever manage to keep to some manners and make a halfhearted bow. Just for old times sake. His hands offered a rather big stack of papers to be seen, and they were soon pushed against Hades’ chest. “Work. So stop drinking and get your mind to it and I can get out of here sooner rather than later.”

thesaturngod:

 ”Now that you’re older, you look very much like your mother.”

“And what do you want to say with that?”

vengefulnature:

“I’m going to kill you.” It was a very uncreative reply. Nowhere near the esthetic descriptions of Zeus’ death Hera had spurted in the beginning of her second trimester. When the morning sickness had been at its worse insults mixed with vomit had been a common occurrence on Olympus. Now only the insults and threats remained. All in a very high pitched voice. “The purple one!” Hera screeched down the corridor of clothes. The only good thing about being pregnant was that she could behave just about in any way she wanted. Usually there weren’t many people around to remark on the queen’s behavior but since she’d become pregnant only tiny fraction of Olympus dared open their mouths. And with good reason.

Finding the floor with her feet Hera struggled to get up from the bed. At first she swayed back and forth while finding her balance and then she wobbled over to the vanity. The ornate glass mirror behind all her brushes, combs and crystal bottles left little to the imagination and soon another scream was heard as Hera took in her messy hair, the blotchy skin and how the sheets had left imprints all over her body – including over her stretch marks.

Another amused laugh could be heard from behind the wall of clothes as Zeus looked over to the door, seeing Hera just for a few seconds as she was waddling about to the vanity. He got lost in his thoughts when she saw her again, unable to stop the sheepish smile that just grew wider for every day, just like Hera’s stomach just grew bigger. 

His hand grabbed three different purple dresses he liked, all in different shades. just as the scream made his whole body flinch in surprise. With long steps was he back in the bedchamber and stared after what could’ve made the scream come. Once he realized why he pressed his lips shut to not let another teasing line leave him and instead hurried over to his wife. Takes a soft hold of one of her elbows to let her know she was there. “Ssh… it can be fixed.” His big hand stroked up over her arm to calm her, ending up on her neck under her hair to gently rub out the tension that would’ve knotted most of her muscles to rocks. “Where do you want to start? Your hair?”

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vengefulnature:

With all the pregnancy hormones running through her veins and clouding her mind Hera didn’t know how to react when Zeus laughed. First she’d wanted to hit him harder - then she’d felt herself tear up because he was being so caring. On the whole it was unnerving and exhausting, and Hera didn’t complain when the flowers disappeared. “Like me, then.” She muttered. “I’m never having another child.”

It wasn’t easy to find a comfortable position with her belly sticking out twice the size of her actual abdomen, and by now the amusement over the swell and improvised tray had faded. It was just an inconvenience; and inconvenience Hera wanted gone. “The purple one.” She owned hundreds upon hundreds of purple dresses though, and while Hera sent Zeus to find one of them she slowly, slowly tried to get her legs out of the bed and stand.

“Yeah, kind of like you,” sometimes it was just too hard to resist teasing and this was one of those times if you asked Zeus. But not without patching it together nicely too. “You’re not so pretty anymore are you? You’re more beautiful than anything else.” No she was more hormones than anything else but Zeus was blinded by sunglasses made of pure love and devotion and had been wearing those glasses ever since their wedding. He wasn’t going to take them off any time soon either. He liked them on.

As he strolled away from the bed to find the dress Hera was asking for he was starting to count on his fingers. By the time Zeus reached the end of the very huge closet that was the purple part of things he had given up on counting. There were simply too many dresses. “Which one of the purple dresses?” was all he could manage to say in a loud voice as he started at the fabrics in front of him, the Fates knew he didn’t want to pick the wrong one like he did a few days ago.

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vengefulnature:

Hera didn’t want pity. She wanted to cut her flesh open and rip the stupid little brat from her belly, then stomp on his head until there was nothing left but nerves and blood. Safe to say, Hera’s maternal instincts rarely kicked in when she’d just been woken. “It’s worse and these-“ while Zeus had moved forward Hera’s fingers had gripped the stems of the bouquet and now she dashed him in the head with the flowers, once, two times, three, four “- smell like fried buffalo!” 

When there was little to nothing left of the flowers Hera made an effort to sit up. A failed effort none the less and she looked ready to kill or cry when it dawned upon her. “… You need to help me up.”

It was impossible to stop the laugh escaping his lips when Hera hit him with the flowers. Zeus’ hand left the bed to shield him from the flying petals and tried to push them out of the way before Hera was nice enough to stop. “Well I’m sorry but I thought they smelled nice and looked pretty… not so much anymore though.” The amusement lingered as he picked some of the petals from his hair as well as Hera’s to make sure she wouldn’t have to deal with the scent more than necessary. 

Before she even had asked, which was more an order than a request to be fair. he had one arm behind her back to help her up, subtly enough to let it look like she did it on her own so he wouldn’t stomp on her ego. That would probably be the last thing she needed now. “There… which dress do you want?” As he asked he kept his arm around her to support her back, his other hand was rearranging the pillows behind her to make it easier for her to sit on her own if he would be sent away to get something for her, which was mot likely to happen sooner rather than later. Once the pillow stack was fluffy and big enough he moved the sheets a bit to the side as well, just in case so Hera wouldn’t feel trapped under them.

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vengefulnature:

One eye cracked open was all Hera needed to glare at Zeus as her hands rested on her belly. The nails were digging into the skin and leaving a pattern of black marks all over, as her son left bruises on the other side of the flesh-wall. By now the young Queen had gotten used to the bursts of pain… but not the way her stomach turned at different scents and tastes. “Give them to me and come closer.”

The big grin on Zeus’ face mellowed down to a big smile over just a few seconds, at least he had brains enough to know when to calm down. His eyes become warmer as he looked at her, not pitying in anyway but he could feel a bit bad for everything she had to go through while he didn’t need to. He extended the flowers to put them over the swelling stomach, letting them rest on her hands. as he took a seat beside her on the bed. Keeping one hand on the other side of her body so he could lean forward and give her cheek a very soft kiss. “Is it better or worse today?”

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“Look what I brought just for you,” true it maybe Zeus could’ve picked something else more useful with him to wake his wife with, but all women liked flowers right? Even when they were so pregnant they even slept with a deep frown between their eyebrows.