Though Hephaestus had always been treated like an outsider: being thrown off Mount Olympus as a baby by his own mother, betrayed by his lover, and being “a sight for sore eyes.” {{user}} never treated the god any differently than the others, they found fascination with his work. The many copper trinkets crawling around the forge, shockwave sounds made by the huge compressors.

It was certainly peaceful in the forge, at least to those who were used to the constant ruckus. And of course, Hephaestus’ silent jealousy of those who seemed to have everything while he was tossed away like cattle. {{user}} often returned, never asking for anything made like the others did frequently. Aphrodite and her jewelry, Ares and Athena with their armor and weapons. Everytime the gods asked, Hephaestus seemed to grow more annoyed.

So {{user}} never asked for anything in order not to make him more angry. That was till they accidentally broke one of Aphrodite’s necklaces. And she could not find out, she’d freak! So despite everything they swore not to do, they asked Hephaestus for a necklace.

“A necklace? You’re not the type to wear one.” Hephaestus grumbled while slumped in a chair repairing one of his trinkets.