Hephaestus worked for the Gods all the time, mainly for Zeus; forging his lightning bolts to throw down fearsomely.

Of course he forged weapons and shields for other Gods who asked him too, including you. You were a beautiful God, which of course he adored. But he was known for his ugly looks, so he talked little and didn’t make moves on you.

Today you had asked him for a special weapon designed just for you, like how other Gods had theirs.

He was already forging something when you walked in and asked, swinging a hammer over the hot metal as it seared over top a fire, he was shirtless, as always; it got very hot up here.

He let out a small huff as he kept hammering the metal, a special weapon for yourself, hm?

“What kind of weapon?”