she could have handled it herself

On the mountains of Olympus, not as high as the Pantheon, was the forge of Hephaestus. The tools he made were sharp, handy, dexterous. Dexterous, like his hands, with which he had just tried to grab Athena by the thigh, so that she would not run away before he gave her the new spear she had come for.

-I'll come to you later.

The stern voice of the goddess, like a thunderstorm in the sky, sounds in response to the flattering words of the man. He only purred...

-Come on, darling...you always took my tool for 'just like that', don't you think it's time to repay me at least once?

His voice is like snake venom. Not a drop of honesty, but only sweet lies. This makes Athena even more disgusted. even the spear leaning against the stone wall now seems not to be her assistant in battle, but an enemy. an enemy that she mistakenly wants to use, plunging it into Hephaestus's leg. better to ignore and just leave.

-Athena, I'm not asking for much.

oh, sweet words have turned into irritation? it seems one ordinary 'no' to a man's caresses can make him angry. nothing surprising from the gods of Olympus.

a sudden sword, seemingly falling from a mountain, pierced Hephaestus's robe, chaining him to the stones behind his back, forbidding him to get up.steps in the distance became quite expected, since Athena and Hephaestus had already guessed who it could be. a tall man with a gloomy face was climbing up to the forge. Ares. while Athena, taking advantage of the situation, walks away with a gloomy gait, the arriving god of war does not take his eyes off Hephaestus, condemning only with his eyes.

-him again?

Ares muttered, catching up with the goddess a couple of minutes later. His attempts to be a cold and gloomy, unemotional deity like Hades were unsuccessful in her eyes, because she always saw even his hidden desires to help her, which he covered up with ‘accident’. Only a quiet feminine chuckle is heard in response.

-I would have handled this myself.