Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"Blame Ra," Nessa snorted.

[Miranda_]

"Believe me, I do," Set replied.

[spirit_queen]

"So... when would we go to this club?" Neph asked.

[Miranda_]

"Whenever's good for you," Set replied. "I don't normally work in the evenings and neither does Josh."

[spirit_queen]

"How about this upcoming Monday evening?" she asked.

[Miranda_]

"That would suit me perfectly," Set replied.

[spirit_queen]

"Fantastic," Nessa said. "I need a good stress-reliever."

~

Meanwhile, at the farmhouse, there came a knock -no, more like a thunderous pounding- at the door. The banging seemed to shake the whole house, and, finally, the poor door simply collapsed under the barrage. A deep but surprisingly child-like voice guiltily said, "Oops."

Svana, who'd been watching some Ponies on her laptop, ran over to the door and gasped. "Ooooh, mr. big man, I'm gonna tell on yoooouuu!" She sucked in a breath; "Daaaaaaaaaddy! A big man with orange hair broke the door!"

"But I didn't mean to!" the stranger protested.

[Miranda_]

Shaun sighed heavily as he went to the door, or rather, the doorway. When he got there, he stopped short.

"Thor?" he asked, incredulously.

[spirit_queen]

Despite missing his trademarked beard, he was unmistakably the god of Thunder; only Thor could compete with Loki for height, and only Thor could pair Hulk-like muscles with pale, pinkish, freckly skin and large, guileless blue eyes. "Heimdall, you look sharp!" The god of Thunder boomed, slapping the smaller blond on the back hard enough to at least bruise. He meant well, but had never been able to control his strength.

[Miranda_]

Shaun winced. "Won't you come in," he said to Thor.

"Loki's not here at the moment, he's out with Freya, but you can wait for him to come back if you like."