Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

When she saw it, she swam away form it at the right moment... then let herself ride the wave.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"I'm with a guy here and I would like it if you were a bit more respectful." Freya glared.

[Miranda_]

"Don't see why... if it looks like a wh*re, walks like a wh*re; then it probably is one. Truth hurt?" Loki was enjoying Freya's discomfort. "You know, would be a shame if that guy you picked up couldn't perform..."

Heimdall gasped as the wave crashed over him.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"I can perform!" Sean objected.
"Quiet, Ron."
"It's Sean!"
"Whatever. And how dare you! You're just jealous you're not the one heading to bed with me. You were always so rude."

[spirit_queen]

Athena soon stood back up. "Woo! That was fun!" she said, peeling a few peices of seaw'eed from her body.

[Miranda_]

Loki laughed. "Yeah, right. I've got someone in my bed already; someone who's definitely not a wh*re and worth ten of you. You do know, don't you, that if I just happened to change and bring forth a goddess named Hecate, that a simple spell could ensure your little boy toy couldn't do anything for you at all? Would be such a shame... then again, you did your best to wreck everything for me, so I might as well return the favour."

"Yeah; I could stay out here all night."

[spirit_queen]

She kissed him, then wrinkled her nose. "You taste like seasalt." Then she laughed, as that should've been obvious.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Just move already!!" Freya yelled at him, then muttered, "Please..."

[spirit_queen]

"Will you two shut up?" Hel asked form on the stairs. "You bickering is highly annoying."

[Miranda_]

"I'm not moving; and it's all Freya's fault, as per usual. No surprises there."

Heimdall put his arms around Athena, dragging her down into the sea with him.