Hera and Loki

Another microfiction inspired by a photo I've taken

Hera had left all the other Greek gods and goddesses behind her millennia ago. It was time for her to live a little for herself, she thought. And so she had come to make a home — a spectacularly weird home, but a home nonetheless — with the most playful of all the northern deities, great Loki the trickster. She loved him.

But his constant tomfoolery was beginning to wear thin even on her.

"Look at this hotel the humans are building!" he exclaimed, "with the crazy cantilevered top floor! Do you suppose I could just, y'know, nudge it a little...?"

Always had to be the star, he did. Why couldn't he, just once, keep it a little low-key...? She laughed at her own joke. She'd never share it with him, that's for sure...