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Look, Juno hadn't meant to drop Percy Jackson into a lake.
There was a lot going on! And despite her typical immaculacy she had been... struggling, as of late... it wasn't her fault that the next great prophecy had been spoken- goddess forbid she stays out of it, not after last time. There wasn't a chance in Tartarus that her husband was going to handle it well, he would probably do something stupid like force his brothers into celibacy again (while she had to admit that it was amusing watch him squirm under the impossible task, it really hadn't helped anything) or something even worse like sequester every god to Mount Olympus until his say so.
So, she took matters into her own hands and carefully selected two champions to bring together the mirrored pantheons; her wonderful boy, Jason Grace, Praetor of the twelfth legion, Slayer of Krios and the man who toppled Mount Othrys. He truly was the perfect choice, he was brave and battle-hardened even without his memories, he was truly a natural born leader and would ultimately save Olympus from the soon-to-be schism. And who knows, the memory loss might be good for him? He certainly wouldn't complain about a short break from his trauma, no?
Then there was Percy Jackson; He had his merits, no doubt. Ju- Hera had to acknowledge that he had ultimately saved Olympus in the battle of Manhattan, so there was that, but she didn't have to like the boy. He was demanding, crude and has no sense of respect or etiquette for higher beings than himself, no decorum or fear. Pah! he was nothing compared to Jason. Jason, who hadn't needed the Curse of Achilles to lay siege or slaughter a titan, who had a vastly more potent gift from his father, the ability to summon lightning. Jackson's only true saving grace was his affection to the Chase girl, he was immensely loyal (even to the point of his own destruction) and she sensed he would never dream of breaking any wedding vows to her if he were to speak them to the girl.
He was so loyal, in fact, that he. would. not. forget her. It was frustrating to no end! Hera had spent so much energy locking away all his memories and he just wouldn't forget! His unconscious insolence was going to foil her plan before ii even started!
All that power she used, it was getting to her, but Hera was so focused on getting the damn girl out of his head that is might have... slipped her by... then (as she was currently transporting him for safe keeping) she passed into the roman's territory, and suddenly she was Juno again. The switch was sudden to someone so wrapped up in thoughts and magic as herself that she actually flinched! The flinch, in combination with her dwindling energy supply, led to a more literal slip; of the the hand, in fact.
The limp demigod tumbled through the sky, his limbs flapped pathetically from the air resistance as his prone form made a rapid descent. Juno... and anyone who mentioned this to any other god would feel the brunt of her wrath! by the way!... froze, her mouth agape, staring on at the practical sack of potatoes hurtling toward the ground. As the mortals might say... whoops...?
There was a splash, and a column of water erupted from the lake she hovered above. A small wave of relief washed over her when she realised that none of the spray had reached her... AND THAT THE BOY HAD A SOFT LANDING! of course...
Juno was now left with two options; fish around in a musty lake for the boy, quite possibly getting noticed by the local lake spirit who would surely report back to Poseidon about her throwing his son in its waters. Or, she could just... leave him there. In all honestly she was very enthusiastic about that latter option, she had already put him in a magic coma, she was ninety percent sure that he could breathe underwater too and if he died Juno could just use his girlfriend instead.
It wasn't like she hadn't planned on just leaving the boy in the woods outside the wolf house for those months anyway, this wasn't that different. She could just get him when the time came, he would be awake by then and probably confused about being at the bottom of a lake, she could guide him to the wolf house from there!
Satisfied in her justification and actions, Juno whisked herself away from the lake and back to her quarters. She sighed, throwing herself into the copious layers of her peacock down duvet. She plucked a few squares of ambrosia from the dish of her beside, washing it down with a chalice of nectar, it tasted just like the wine on her wedding night. She could go for some wine right about now... maybe she could borrow some from Dionysus' old stash? No, Apollo and Aphrodite had probably emptied every one of his cellars on Olympus by now, if Hermes hadn't got there first.
Regardless, she decided to just do her favourite thing at the moment and watch Jason. He had recently developed what seemed like a budding romance with his co-leader, Praetor Ramírez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona. She sent a small fraction of herself to observe the current senate meeting they were in, something about imperial gold...
...and forgot completely about the boy at the bottom of the lake.