T is for Tool

Hephaestus sighed as he discarded yet another of his creations. It hadn't turned out right so he threw it down to Earth, fuming. He was also annoyed because Aphrodite, yet again, had gone on a 'secret' date with Ares.

Was he really that ugly?


Maybe Aphrodite could help him a bit.

She wouldn't want to help you.

Shut up!

He went back to work, attempting to make a new shield for Hermes. Hermes had wanted a picture of him on it so he had to get it perfect.

It felt like he was just the mechanic, the blacksmith. They just didn't realize he had feelings too.