The king of the gods was sitting on his throne in Olympus, drowning in boredom. He could harass his wife, Hera, but then he'd have to actually deal with her. He could go and harass the nymphs, but he was certain Apollo was already doing that. He growled lowly in his chest, squeezing his eyes tight before he had an idea. He could just go harass mortals for a bit. Hera wouldn't know for at least a few hours, right?

He smirked, bringing himself down to the mortal realm and turning himself into a swan. He gave a smug grin as he waddled around, bringing himself over to a mortal and seductively honking for attention as he looked up at them. He flapped his wings and strutted with a wink.