"What's with the scowl, Athena?" Loki inquired, his feet kicked up on a desk in a Myriad nightclub, watching Aphrodite flirt on the security camera screens. "I thought you'd be pleased. After all, your bundle of teenage angst has finally gained power and is now entwined in that cycle."
"While I'm not opposed to the outcome, my issue lies with you being the mastermind behind it," Athena responded.
"Who me?" he asked, pointing at his chest with wide eyes. "Have I ever been known for deceit or disloyalty?"
The war goddess summoned a golden balancing scale and placed it on the table, causing Loki's eyes to widen in shock. "Hey, hey, there's no need for the drama," he exclaimed. "At least settle down with some cranberry juice—"
SLAM!
"Fine!" Loki conceded, using stabilization magic to prevent himself from falling backward, when Athena slammed the table with her hands. "I admit it. I was the one who orchestrated that event."
