"Duh. the only thing we have in common is we're both blondes." Aphrodite sighed. "can we stop talking about my immortal enemy? It's so totally ruining my mood."
"I'm glad I've never had that happen for me. The horro! UGH!" aphrodite shook her head, imagining athena being mistaken for her. 'Horror' wasn't the right word, actually, thewre wasn't a right word in ANY language that could describe it.
"It'll never happen to me; Loki hates me so he's hardly going to take my shape. Tho, he'll deserve anything we do to him seeing as he got away from the punishment that Odin meted out to him for what he did."
"That" Aphrodite said "was mostly athena's fault. she tweaked the spell so only the very, very best at what they do would be saved." She said with a scowl. "of course a retard like Loki, who's only skill is doing things and trouble, would HAVE to be in it." Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "at least I can do more than that!"