Yeah, right. She’d had the displeasure of MEETING Loki once– the
falsified god of her own title. Chaos, mischief, father many a terrible
thing. But she couldn’t imagine the ACTUAL GOD ever having a fling
with some brown-headed human, much less this scientist. Eris pretended
to understand the hardships of colledge, biting the inside of her lip
in thought.
’ Eris. Kind of like the god. ’