"You people are impossible." She mumbled. She sat down on rock, noticing that she suddenly had a long dress on. "Uh...people, I think something just happened." She looked on her shoulder and saw long silvery hair that shined in the moonlight.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
She folded her arms. "You might want to think over all your children. Oh, I forgot, you had so many, you probably can't remember even half of their names." Freya took a deep breath and gazed at Morgana. "What now?"
"I just remembered something. YOU demanded to marry me once. Bind thee, Freya, in bridal raiment, for we two must drive to Jotunheim." She paused. "And of course we were right,"
"I have to, cuz no-one ever gives me credit for anything. And I don't remember that; why on earth would I want to marry someone like you? Who knows how many guys have had you?" Loki rolled his eyes.