Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

Heimdall looked depressed. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but it wasn't exactly my fault. I still hate even talking about that."

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite snorted. "I could understand."

[Miranda_]

"Nothing to do with Frigg. Just that it was disrespectful and I'd never be like that if I hadn't been drugged."

[spirit_queen]

"'Disrespectful'? Please, I've seen much, much worse with a guy dealing with the subject of sex than that! That was just over-the-top, drug-induced l'ust." she snorted again. "But, yeah; not your style."

[Miranda_]

"More like Loki's style."

[spirit_queen]

"or just about and 'pimp' God there ever was." she added. "but, yeah."

[Miranda_]

Heimdall sighed. "I prefer to date first, and I always treat women with respect. I never hit them, or treat them like crap."

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite absently twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger "That makes you rare; I don't think I've met, like, even five other deities that are men like that." she admitted, and it was true; a God could f*ck just about anybody, immortal or mortal, and get away with it. Here was one who chose to ignore that privilege.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Frigg sighed, "Maybe we should just do this fast, okay? No more talk about sex. Please..."

[spirit_queen]

Aphrodite nodded, then slipped on her flip-flops. "i guess we should head out and find a middle-schooler, huh?"