#ch;heph

Hephaestus looked up for a brief moment. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Maybe he was stubborn and hurt, Hephaethus just didn’t want to talk about with...

“I don’t want to do this with Kai in the next room,” Heph replied. It was partially true. “She doesn’t know that much about what happened between us.” Heph looked down at his schematics again. Busy, busy, busy. 

“If you’re worried I won’t do repairs for you, I always will. That’s my duty.” Heph was jumping topic to topic. He just couldn’t bring himself to reply to that sentence. He pulled the hairs of his beard, the thing Dite knew the god did in their marriage. The one when he didn’t want to be confrontational but he had something on his mind. 

Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. 

He finally took a heavy breath, there was a tone of resignation. Heph should at least tell her something. For at least, the sake of their once union. 

“It isn’t the problem of right or wrong.” Because Hepn knew he did some horrible things too. “It’s about trust and respect.” He muttered. Heph heard Kai calling in the next room. A sad but relieving call. He looked at her one more time. 

“Can we talk another time, I’m busy Dite.” He said trying his best not to sound as upset as he was. It brought back old feelings again. The deity knew that Aphrodite usually hated that when they needed to talk. That’s one of the many reasons why they never worked.

“You’re always busy.” 

The fire god bit his lips, one of the few times Heph looked almost regretful in the conversation. 

“I know.” 

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  hephaethus  callis  was  known  as  the  diligent  & honest  smith/deity  with  a  reputation  for  being  a toni raekken/hsu thassabak doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  hero  god  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather cantakerous   &  withdrawn  .   let’s  see  how  long  the olympus native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only forty  /  unknown    +  he/him or  &  male  ,  greek mythology *kais mentor wanted connection

“A mechanical pencil.” Hephaestus pointed out. “So he can really feel the pain.” The young adult added. The fire god felt a small sting when Apollo placed the out pack on his shoulder. 

“That hurts Apollo!” Hephaestus huffed. Apollo made a face but continued tending to his wounds. It was a nasty bruise from Ares punch. Hephaestus turned back to his mother. 

“He was asking for it! He called me ugly!” Hephaestus said with a pout. “Just because I don’t have a girlfriend yet doesn’t mean I’m ugly right Mom!” He asked with a smile. Both Hera and Apollo looked at each other before back at Heph. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, son.” She patted his cheek. “Just don’t your brother with a mechanical pencil okay?” 

“I promise Mom.” Even though the young god was planning other ways to hurt the war god as he spoke. 

Hephaestus stared at Daphne. He was trying to enjoy his soup. Yet the siren asked the question. The deity sighed. 

“I don’t think Zeus or any god for that matter decapitated someone,” Hephaestus replied taking a bite of his chili. Daphne raised an eyebrow at him. The fire god wasn’t expecting the next question. 

“Have you ever cut anyone’s head off.” 

Hephaestus choked briefly before grabbing some water. He sighed, 

“In self defense.” Hephaestus admitted. There was an excited glint in Daphne’s eyes. “It was a long time ago and someone had to.” He looked at her. “That’s all I’m saying about that.” 

He ignored Daphne’s pout to enjoy his lunch. 

Heph wrote a letter grading Hera’s mothering skills.

Heph was trying to hold back his laughter. For once, Apollo was right. Heph looked at Apollo and then at Zeus. “Fot the king of gods, he sure can’t cover his stink.” Heph said. Heph and Apollo were both holding their laughter. It was a rare moment for fooling around.  Heph couldn’t help but crack another joke. 

“And to think. He was Number One.” Heph said with another snort. His chair was starting to heat up. He rarely could laugh this hard. Apollo looked at him. 

“You’re on fire Heph.” Apollo said. Heph smirked. “I know I’m finally getting the hang of this being hip thing arent I. Apollo shook his head. 

“No you’re literally on fire.” Heph quickly jumped out of his seat, watching it slowly melt beneath the pressure. Heph slouched his shoulders. There was a sad laugh. 

“Maybe it wasn’t that funny.” 

Heph yawned as he laid against the bed. He couldn’t believe it. He, Hephaethus, had sex. He looked at the other queen with a smile. She was so beautiful it hurts. There was a big smile on his face. “Have I mentioned you look beautiful.” 

Mirana laughed and booped her nose in response. “You have Hephaethus.” There was a blush on Heph’s face. He let himself smile. “But I mean it.” He said with a smile. He adjusted himself on the bed. “Here I will prove it.” 

He pulled the other into a slow sweet kiss. It was passionate but he was also very gently. Hephaethus gently pulled away, keeping his forehead close to hers. 

“I think I’m falling for you.” He whispered. “I think I’m falling for you Mirana.”