nefariiam

                     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. ’