"Pure coincidence really," Hera chuckled as her husband trailed kisses up along her body, his hands wandering across her flesh and igniting embers that had barely even begun to cool and dim. Her hands stroked up and down the length of his arms to his shoulders, then clasped around the back of his neck as she allowed him to steal yet another kiss from her. She recalled how often during their secrets trysts prior to their marriage he would pull her back into whatever was serving the purpose of a bed as she tried to leave. She would always admonish him in hushed tones later, away from the eyes of others. Yet they both knew there had been no regrets for the shared pleasure. Admittedly, sometimes Hera couldn't help but wonder what exactly had made her different from other women that ebbed and flowed in and out of his life, enough so that he had chosen to make her his queen, something permanent. In all fairness, it probably would have made more sense for him to have wedded Demeter, a union of sky and earth. Instead, he had chosen the goddess of marriage as his eternal consort. The irony still was not quite lost upon her.<br/><br/>"Hmm, runes and a trickster of ill repute, Loki I assume," Hera softly smiled, closing her eyes briefly as he kissed her shoulder and neck, enjoying the light ticklish feeling from his beard brushing against her skin. "It does figure he would know of such things. I have only had the pleasure of meeting him once, though whether that was before or after you visited him and his brethren, I cannot exactly say. Though know that I look forward to hearing the stories you undoubtedly have to share. And believe me, my dear, when I say the world doesn't need us creating another god now or ever. You have more than enough offspring for millennia."<br/><br/>Hera placed her hands over his own as they roved across her body. Gingerly interlacing her fingers with his, she led him to all the places of her body she wanted him to touch, from her waist to the swell of her hip, to her breasts and back again. She and her children had met their fair share of gods from other pantheons throughout the years. For awhile, she had felt like a failure, the only queen in the entire world unable to stand by her king, to keep his love and loyalty to her. She had felt like someone to be pitied, and pity they did, yet there were some who admired her decision to leave. There were those who credited her with the exodus of the Greek gods and chuckled with amusement that the departure of the queen had led to the fall of the most well-known pantheon. There were some, like the Babylonian Ishtar, who had commended her for showing she would no longer be disrespected, yet still Hera had felt uncertain if that was the image she wanted. In time, she had seemed to become her own entity to them, no longer paired to a king. For the most part, however, she kept close to her children more than anything, and occasionally with the other goddesses. She still saw Iris from time to time, though if their plans worked out, perhaps Iris could be restored to her former position as Hera's personal messenger.<br/><br/>"Speaking of other tricks, where exactly did you learn what you did with my leg earlier." She simply just had to tease him a little, making him sweat just a bit, though they both had certainly done their fair share of that in their lovemaking. And her makeup was likely ruined, though at this moment she hardly cared. "Not a goddess, I'm certain. Mortals have been learning a great deal over the centuries, haven't they?"