"You want to use me to make all the Gods fear me?" Mykel asked as he held a cup of wine in the hall with the others staring at him.
"It's just an idea, and if you say you don't want to, then we can forget about this," Hera looked Mykel in the eye.
"No, that's a really good idea. I love it. Even if you don't use me, those Gods and Goddesses already look at me with fear," Mykel answered, and then drank his wine as he pointed his finger at the Gods in the hall. "So you will spread rumors about me?" Mykel put the cup on the table, and Dionysus filled it up immediately.
Loki sat on top of the table in front of Mykel with a smile on his face.
"Yes, and what kind of rumor do you want us to spread? A bad one, or a scary one?" Loki asked as he crossed his legs and rested his chin on his fist.
"Dionysus should know which one is the best for me since he should have been listening to all kinds of rumors about me," Mykel looked at Dionysus who was busy plucking the grapes on the table.
