[blargh i’m going to sleep now because i am like drunk clicking on things. the tireds have got me. night folks]
She was running her fingers along one of the pedals in her garden, like she always did - but she could feel a presence behind her. Frigga was always good at telling who it was without even having to look, “Loki,” She greeted softly as she began to walk a little deeper into the garden, “Come, join me. I would love to speak. How do you fare? Anything of new?”
The Lady smiled, for a moment, before moving to her mother’s side. She was perhaps the one Asgardian the Lady did not mind having in her company. “Mother, I fare…” The goddess paused for a moment thinking on the answer to the question before chuckling. “I suppose I fare well enough. Nothing new has happened, simply more of the same. The matters of court rarely ever bring anything other than complaints, and demands for justice. What of you, has this day treated you well?” Running her fingers over a petal gently the Lady watched her mother from the corner of her eye.
The Lady had recently had a new sword forged, the only place to find her after such a thing was down in the training pits with the soldiers. That’s exactly where Thor would find her this day, training with a young, and rather brash soldier. Or rather with her sword to his throat, and the dangerously sharp tip pressing just enough to elicit a small trickle of blood against the gleaming surface of the Lady’s sword. There was a smile on her face, a smile that fell away once the goddess sensed the presence of Thor.
“What do you want, Thor? Can’t you see I’m busy showing this brave fool that gender means little when it comes to battle.” Her tone was curt, and sharp, and not once did she bother to look up at the goddess that most would call her sister.
“Oh yes, I remember when they were so small they would ride atop my shoulder. And now they are of small hounds.” she said her boots crunched lightly in the dust of the road as she lead her through her camp. The dragons were the size of dogs. Drogon her biggest flew above them swooping in close to Daenerys her silver hair rustling as his black wings flapped close to her head. “That one is Drogon.” she told Lady, “Named for my late husband, Khal Drogo.”
The Lady eyed the black dragon as it flew about wondering when it would take notice of her, and how it would react to her being so close to what it looked at as its mother. The Lady’s own dragon was dangerously protective of her, and while the Lady was in no danger from these dragon’s the curiosity was still there. “Drogon, hmm a strong name, what of the other two? What are they called?”
More than I can deny.
It hasn’t been easy with you gone and while I know you have important duties to Asgard, I am known to be selfish on occasion. So I must request that you not leave for that length of time again.
I’m so glad that is a request, and not a demand. Yet I have a distinct that sooner or later you are going to demand that I make it up to you.
[okay things are in drafts i will try to do those replies tomorrow but no promises since monday is usually the day i don’t rp. either way replies will be done either tomorrow or tuesday.]
[-stares at clock, stares at hair- whhhhy did i decide now was a good time to do something about the curly nonsense that is my hair whhhhy]
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think that you’ve been hiding from me, darling.
I wouldn’t call it hiding, more like dealing with royal Asgardian pains in the ass. I take it you’ve missed me then?
You know what? Fine. Sure. Do whatever. You’re going to anyway.
Has anyone told you lately that you need to lighten up a bit. Honestly, it’s like you’ve had all the joy sucked out of you lately.
Can I rest my head against them? They look like they make great pillows.
Thor looked upon the woman, paying close attention to her features. He had not been expecting Loki of all people to come around.Honestly though, it was nice to see the trickster again. Although, she didn’t seem too happy to see him “Loki” he greeted her, trying to sound kind “How do you fair?”, he merely wanted to make light conversation, he wanted no trouble today.
“I fare well enough all things considered. What of you dear Thor, how does the mighty thunder god fare this day?”
Her words were laced with coldness, then again everything about her seemed cold on most days. It was another defense mechanism to keep others out, Yet she wasn’t entirely set on quarrelling with Thor this evening, then again that rarely ever stopped things from going south when they met.
Oh boy… what is it?
Have you tried a bra for those man breasts of yours? I’m quite sure it would stop them bouncing around when you have to run towards something.
:| it wasn’t me
are you sure