“Hera! Where in Odin’s name is my crown of laurel! It was here, and now it’s gone!”
Hera rolled her eyes. “Right. It walked away, just to piss you off.”
Zeus glared. Sometimes he wanted to turn his wife into a statue. As though she heard his thoughts, Hera narrowed her eyes, daring him to make a move. Best not to tempt the Fates.
Zeus stomped away, throwing a lightning bolt at a lounging god. It missed, and his favorite statue of Athena disappeared in an explosion of marble.
“Damn it all to Hades!”
Zeus turned back to the pantheon of gods who were trying to hide their smiles.
“I’m leaving Mount Olympus. Maybe I’ll be back, and maybe I won’t!”
He turned and jumped to a thunderhead, but not before he heard Apollo’s smartass remark.
“Great. In nine months we’ll have another demigod on our hands.”