POSEIDON;

She had to deal now with the injured God of sea.. And he wasn't well. Odysseus had stabbed him with his own trident on the stomach too many times, making his organs be more like a puddle now.. But he was recovering, he couldn't die anyways, not by being hurt by a mortal in specific. Hera was covering Apolo up for this, since he was too busy healing Athena for helping both Poseidon and Athena at the same time, he needed time, and well.. Here was Hera.

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She was standing up with her hands on her hips, she knew that Poseidon had just been attacked by Odysseus, but she couldn't help but feel pride gripping her tight after having heard the response of Odysseus to Poseidon's question; " How are you going to sleep at night..? " , "Next to my wife. " And that was all the proof that Hera needed to have for defining the relationship between Penelope and Odysseus, whose she was eager to see meet again. Poseidon grumbles woke her up from her thoughts, as she looked at him contemplating the big ass hole of blood that was patched with bandages that Poseidon had on his stomach.

' So, how it went? '

Hera asked, obviously reffering to the fight of Poseidon and Odysseus. She knew that Poseidon could get a little bit.. Excited when his lessons of ruthlessness to mortals were followed by them, and it made him.. Oddly happy? And oddly in love. He was a strange God after all.