The Marriage of Hephaestus and Aphrodite by Autumn Cushman on Prezi
Greek Goddess Aphrodite and her marriage with God Hephaestus. While Homer never explicitly states a gay relationship between Achilles and . During his female years, Teiresias became a priestess of Hera, married, and even had . Thumbnail for 4 Tips For Coming Out To Your Parents. Zeus married Aphrodite to Hephaestus, when the god demanded her in order to release Hera from a magical trap. Zeus also saw this marriage as a solution to.
I mean, she thought Atenna never left her chambers. He is quite skilled. She was quite sure there was an insult in there somewhere. As if picking up her train of thought, Atenna stuttered.
I didn't mean it like that! I never wanted to be married to him. I was given away like some cheap prize. It isn't my fault he doesn't understand me! It only took seconds to process. He thinks he can win me over with gifts and gentle gestures. He's like all men. He wants me because I'm beautiful! Well, I don't want him-" "Because he is ugly?
Aphrodite didn't bother answering. The implications were clear enough. Atenna shook her head. She glared at the girl. I do not take lectures of love from a lesser being. I am the very definition of love! She decided to choose her words carefully this time, so as not to be misunderstood. I mean if you did, why hurt Father? Why must Lady Hera curse your very name?
Aphrodite shook her head. How dare you belittle me?! She was too shocked to move. You better know your place, or I'll be there to remind you. Elsewhere, Athena had been knocking on Hephaestus' door for close to five minutes.
She had gradually grown impatient. He sounded angry, and for a moment, Athena thought better of her actions. But only for a moment. Athena walked into the chamber and closed the only exit. She walked a few metres and watched on as Hephaestus worked on his own crafting. His disfigured shoulders sagged a bit. He turned to meet her gaze, offering a remorseful frown. Back then, I-I didn't mean-" "It's okay," Athena consoled.
I can understand if you hate me…" Athena briefly closed her eyes. Once she opened them again, she decided to clear things up. Her hands gestured towards herself, beckoning him to join her. Hephaestus was a bundle of nerves. He didn't know what prompted Athena's visit.
He was adamant that what he tried to do to her was unforgivable. Nonetheless, he hesitantly approached, gently sitting on his bed at a respectful distance. Athena never took her eyes off of him. It made him self-conscious. He didn't need someone else telling him how ugly he was. He already knew that for a long time. Strangely, she sounded tender. Hephaestus was so jumpy he stumbled for an answer. You were sorely missed in our gatherings.
What, did everyone miss making a fool out of me? Did they miss my horrible disfigured face, huh? Did they really miss me, Hephaestus the ugly, the lame?! She cupped his face in her hands and stared deep into his eyes. Secondly, I don't ever want to hear you demean yourself ever again.
Thirdly, I certainly don't think you're ugly. Hephaestus didn't want to say something that could get him on Athena's bad side. And Athena…well, Athena was really thinking careful of what she was about to say next. She let go of his face but kept her gaze on his. His mouth grimaced and he looked away. So she just came here because she pitied him? He really was the bane of all the Gods. Unaware of the blacksmith's inner turmoil, Athena continued the conversation.
I dislike her handling of matters…and yours. I understand that you were heartbroken, but that was not the way you should have dealt with it. Honestly, you don't want to be like the rest of this despicable family.
Athena looked away, so Hephaestus couldn't see her bite her lip. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. She should, because this was something she had never done before.
She turned back to him and bored his gaze with her own again. Hephaestus had never seen such intensity from her. It made him think that she was going to hurt him, but she threw that theory to rest.
Hephaestus was surprised that she looked upset by his answer. It's her beauty, isn't it? She is quirky, witty and full of life. Even if she has animosity towards me, I see mischievous and fun-filled eyes.
She has never shown me any emotion but disgust and hatred, but I've seen how she acts around Ares. I am boring, lame. I know you as a gentleman, a kind individual who would do anything for others. Your smile is genuine, not like most of the people around here!
You have no idea how refreshing that is! Almost everyone around Olympus is deceitful, manipulative, and dirty! I had no idea that's how you saw me. Hephaestus noticed her face turning pink and started to worry. She quickly looked away, trying to burn a wall with her wide eyes. Before she could get away, Hephaestus decided to end their conversation on a high.
It means so much to me that you did. She didn't turn her head, but Hephaestus noticed her nod before she left. The door closed behind her. He really needed that. Now, he actually felt better about himself. The door opened again. Half of Athena's head peeked inside. She was blushing again. Hephaestus wondered if she was suffering from some sort of illness, which was impossible, by the way.
It was very cute to actually see Athena flustered. It was definitely a change of pace. So that's what she was fidgety about. He decided to save her the hassle. Besides, I'm sure you'll be here to fetch me if I am. Athena closed the door. She stood blankly for a few seconds and then used the door to support her back. The blush hadn't left her cheeks. She raised a hand and placed it on her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat.
But no man or God had ever made her feel the way she did. When Hephaestus had tried to rape her all those months back, she had been hurt and confused. She couldn't understand how such a nice person like him could resort to such tactics.
But she did look into his eyes at that moment. She saw someone broken and lost. It was for that reason alone she forgave him. It had allowed her time to reflect on their relationship. It was very true that they understood each other more than anyone else. It was also true that they really did fit together as companions.
He was the first person she had thought of in his monthly absence. She worried about him, wondered if he was coping well. She didn't understand that she had fallen in love with him until just moments ago. The evidence was clear. He made her feel anxious, nervous to be in his presence but afraid to be away altogether.
It was so alien, so…nice. She had never felt this happy. He was still married, though. But if things stemmed out for as long as she suspected, he might be single very soon. The Goddess of Love stared at her with a guarded, almost animalistic glare.
Athena gathered her wits, straightened herself and started walking away. Athena didn't answer, didn't turn around — just kept walking. This time Athena turned around, peering at the Goddess in front of her. Aphrodite grew livid, angered by Athena's demisable attitude. I'm glad I have the opportunity to do so now. Who in Hades do you think you are? All you love is sex. Let me make things clear, I don't respect you; I don't like you. And frankly speaking, I can do whatever the hell I want with Hephaestus.
You had no qualms fucking anything that moves, so I have no problem being around someone you clearly don't like. In fact, you shouldn't be married to him. Someone as disgusting as you doesn't deserve him. Soon enough, Hephaestus will be out of your hands. She was the Goddess of Love, and all this time her instincts were telling her exactly what she suspected.
Athena didn't reply, choosing that moment as the perfect opportunity to leave. Aphrodite ground her teeth together. She was furious with Athena's audacity. She stomped to Hephaestus' door and tried to open it. I demand your presence! Leave me alone, woman. She had never been so incensed before. It was as if everyone was gunning for her and she had no one to turn to. Damn him, she mentally screamed. She left the chambers, feeling defeated.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Hera was watering the flowers in her maze of a garden. It had started off as such a great day. She was just relaxing and basking in the ambience of the beautiful sky.
But that tragically ended with the arrival of Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love was the only daughter Hera was aware of that was not conceived because Zeus had an itch.
It was before Hera's time with Zeus, who was married to another Goddess. The mother couldn't remember Zeus' past wife's name. It really didn't matter now, but there and then, she entertained ideas of who the woman was. But she had to squash the thoughts before her insane jealousy kicked in. Even she could admit that she had a knack for taking things overboard when she was angry at anyone's action. It made her do unspeakable things to a lot of people. In the past, she would have never thought anything about her actions of punishment.
If someone suffered, it was because they deserved it, so she never felt any guilt. That was until Hephaestus. No words could describe the pain in her chest when she remembered her atrocious actions. What kind of mother was so cruel to deny their own child? Additionally, she was the Queen of the Gods — she was exemplary.
It didn't matter what she did to try and make it up to her crippled son. He resented her; he flat-out resented her very presence and it hurt like hell.
It was then she promised herself to change. She wouldn't go crazy jealous if Zeus slept with the next bimbo. She wouldn't get ill-tempered as easily as she used to. She would change, because dammit she needed Hephaestus to see her as a mother, his mother.
The guilt always ate at her, it always did. She really loved him. She found herself crying on many occasion at how hopeless and bleak the situation with her son was. Zeus was never supportive. Hephaestus wasn't his son, after all. She truly thought his marriage to Aphrodite could possibly stem the rift that separated them.
She would wait for him and Aphrodite to get closer. Then she would swoop in when he was happy, and possibly have their much-needed bonding. But the Goddess of Love ruined everything, and that pissed her off.
She was angry at Aphrodite like any mother should, but she was also frustrated with everything going against her. When it came to Hephaestus, she never got a break. And she was more than happy to take out her anger on the woman who wronged him so much.
Aphrodite scowled at Hera's dismissal. Yet he never allowed me inside. As far as she knew, Hephaestus allowed no one into his chambers. Her interest was piqued, even if a little.
Hephaestus is married to me. This woman wasn't her daughter, neither was Athena. It might be over soon. It wasn't long before Aphrodite left. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Goddess of Love found herself beside the fountain of Olympus. She stared at the clear water in dispassion, musing.
It really struck her now how unfavoured she was among the Gods. Zeus, her own father, couldn't be bothered with her plight.Aphrodite and Hephaestus
Apparently, he was too busy to deal with her emotional attitude. Poseidon just snickered at her, recalling the events of three months ago. For some reason, it made her feel uncomfortable. Keep her by embodying Hephaestus. If you're a software engineer during the week and a motorcycle racer on weekends, attract her with your motorcycle.
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Keep her by fixing her computer. On weekdays, Hephaestus and Aphrodite get the work done that's necessary for homeostasis e. At night and on weekends, Ares and Aphrodite have passionate romance and great sex. Ares An Ares man can be a good husband, if his wife doesn't try to control him. He can be a good citizen in a community that looks to him as a leader.
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Hephaestus Hephaestus men live for women. They need women to appreciate the beautiful things they make. They need women to inspire their creativity, to teach them social skills, and to tell the world that they're brilliant.
Hephaestus men are the best husbands. Any problem is an opportunity to invent something to fix the problem. Hephaestus men are faithful to their wives, usually because no other woman wants them. But Hephaestus men can neglect their wives, spending too much time at work. A Hephaestus man's wife may not get the passion and fireworks that she wants, but this doesn't mean that he doesn't treasure his wife more than anything in the world.
Hephaestus built golden maidservants that could talk and perform household tasks. A Hephaestus man might buy a Russian mail-order bride, expecting a golden maidservant. He's more likely to get Pandora, the first mortal woman, whom Hephaestus also built. Pandora had not only domestic skills and sex appeal, but also "shamelessness, cunning use of language, lies, and deceitfulness. They'll have fun for a while, but the marriage will lack commitment.
Avoid Poseidon men, unless you think Courtney Love enjoyed scraping Kurt Cobain's brains off the wall. Just as Aphrodite is a combination of two goddesses, her marriage involves two gods. Aphrodite married Hephaestus, god of the forge.
Overall, this was her main love, and one she would have married if given the choice. They even fight side by side in the Trojan war. She was also linked to a few other lovers throughout the Greek myths, but these are the main ones. Aphrodite Causes The Trojan War During the trojan war, Aphrodite took the side of the Trojans because in a way she had caused it by a promise to win a contest.
In a rage she threw a golden apple into the wedding among the gods. Thus, a contest was created to see who would receive the apple. Zeus charged Hermes to lead the three goddesses to the prince of Troy, Paris — he would pick which goddess was the most beautiful.
At Tory, the three goddesses appeared and offered him gifts, favors, basically anything to win. Thus, Aphrodite won the apple and was knowns as the fairest goddess. When Paris visited Sparta, he called upon Aphrodite to fulfill her promise. Helene then fell in love with Paris, and they fled back to Troy. Once there, she became Helene of Troy. Menelaus of course was furious and went to war with Troy. She was also mentioned widely in literature in Greece and beyond.
The people seemed to love and respect her.