Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"Well, then, resist the temptation to order him around every ten seconds." Aphrodite said, scowling.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"I don't order him around when he sleeps."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah, but you do all the time he's awake. Cut him some slack, frigg." aphrodite said.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Did he tell you this?"

[spirit_queen]

"No, he's loyal for that. but I'm not deaf." Aphrodite jumped when the oven beeped, indicating that the meal was ready.

[Miranda_]

Heimdall was too tired to even wake up at the sound of the timer going off. He often spent a large proportion of both day and night running around after Frigg.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Maybe he likes doing things for me." Frigg said before looking at the food and adding, "I'm not eating that."

[spirit_queen]

"Fine. Starve." Aphrodite said, setting the trays on the top of the oven to coll for a minute.

[Miranda_]

Despite his tiredness, Heimdall didn't sleep well. With good reason; he was worrying, even in his sleep, about what Frigg would do now she had the address. He didn't want Athena to get hurt.

[spirit_queen]

Ooc: You mean he's viewing Athena as the damsel in distress? Bad idea...!

Aphrodite, as a Greek Goddess, loved the smell of meat but hated the taste. But she ate it anyway, seeing as how this was all she was going to get. The way she figured was that she had to buy cheaper meals now, because she had a feeling Frigg might start indulging herself with all sorts of needless things.