Hera never wanted to throw her son off of Mt. Olympus.
I mean, what kind of psycho would do that?

No. It was because of her brother, Zeus. Her husband.
Hera remembered the day so clearly.

"It's a new son."
Zeus had smiled and gestured Hera to move forward. "Come. I wish to see my son."
Hera shifted nervously. "Lord, if I may, Hephaestus isn't yours."
Zeus had raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Hera paused, tears streaming down her cheek.

"I did not cheat on you, my lord. Merely on my own."
Zeus had nodded. "Let me see him."
Hera passed the bundle to her husband.
He had taken one look...
and laughed.
"He's sure to break a women's heart someday."

Hera bit her lips to stop the words threatening to burst.

Hera's fists shook.

"He is my son."
Zeus had laughed, and it seemed as though her brother had accepted Hephaestus.

Hera laughed bitterly. As if...

Then, it happened.

During the night, when she was sleeping.
A crying sound woke her up. A baby, wailing. It was her baby.

Hera rushed out. She saw him. She saw the monster. Zeus lifted the baby, and threw him.
"NO!" Hera wailed, nearly throwing herself out the window. Zeus held her back.

"LET ME GO, YOU VILE MONSTER!"
Hera screamed, struggling.
"It's fine, sweetie. We're better off without him. He was ugly."

Hera thought, Ugly, but a whole lot nicer than you.

She lost her strength. The goddess heard her child calling out for her.

Zeus had forced her to not tell anyone. She couldn't see him, until Hephaestus finally came.

When he had trapped her in a chair. Hera had cried. But not of self-pity. She cried because of guilt.

Whenever Hephaestus glared, she wanted to sob.

Hera glanced up at the sound of a familiar metal

Her son had come. She wanted to embrace him. But she couldn't.
He hated her.
Hera wanted to curse her husband.

Hephaestus glared at her once, before going into his "little" forge.

Hera fought back the tears. You came home. You're so close, yet you're so far...

Hera broke down that day, weeping.
Hephaestus watched all this through the open doorway with curious eyes

He smiled a little.

It looked like she cared.

He used the code he learned from Esperanza a few years ago. I love you.

(A/N bored... Hope you enjoyed! ;D)