dream 004 ♠ have a confetti shower
Warnings &hearts None.
Dream Effects [Optional] &hearts A general sense of resignation, a bit of anger with a dash of 'I hate the world, but I hate Freya more', and an undercurrent of contentment all throughout.
It was an unfortunately glorious day. Odin was hiding, Freya was wearing an atrocious shade of pink, and Thor was laughing uproariously like the great ninny that he was. You did not laugh when Freya was wearing anything remotely questionable, if you wanted to keep your manhood.
But then again...
"L-l-loki," Thor simpered drunkenly (and Loki felt quite violated), raising his tankard, "You - you - you - b-be - bosom friend an' all, but by Valhalla, you've got bigger breasts than - "
"Please don't finish that sen - damn it, Freya, watch where you're sticking those things - "
The goddess looked up at her and smiled innocently around the needles (pins, pins, whatever) in her mouth. Loki winced at the amount of violently vibrant fuschia spread across the floor (and pinned to her robes), and looked up again, wishing a couple of daggers into existence and sending them flying in Thor's direction. "I swear, Freya, I'm never going to make the old berk crossdress again - "
"Oh, but you'd make a lovelier muse, Trickster!" she cooed, and stuck one of the pins right in a thigh. She snarled, and wished at least one of the daggers would hit Thor; he wouldn't stop hitting on her. "Or should we say, Tricksteress?"
"I hate you," Loki informed her, and Freya just laughed, standing up in a flounce of pink ("Hey, guys, I found a new colour!" "Not again - ") and setting her hands on her hips.
"We must simply celebrate t-this - this new deve - develop - develap - celebrate your breasts! H-hurry up, Fre - Fre - whatshername - I want to h-have my way with - with - her - "
"Yes, yes, Thor," Freya waved to him dismissively, and floated a ways back, admiring her handiwork. "Oh my, Loki, Eros would love a visit, wouldn't he?"
"You can't - " There's a rush of fear at this point. Loki tried to step down from the pedestal she was on, and promptly tripped over the cloth and into the marble floor. She looked up at Freya (That goddess is evil. Evil, she tells you.) and wailed. "Zeus won't stop hitting on me!"
The goddess crouched down and stuck a single pink rose into her hair. "That's why I'm sending Thor to accompany you," she said thoughtfully, and her best friend looked like he'd gone to Valhalla and back.
Thor picked Loki up and slung her over his shoulder. Loki promised retribution, and Freya just wiggled her fingers in goodbye.
---
It's still dark when the dream ends, and the Dreamberry sails through the air only to hit the wall and shut off.
Dream Effects [Optional] &hearts A general sense of resignation, a bit of anger with a dash of 'I hate the world, but I hate Freya more', and an undercurrent of contentment all throughout.
It was an unfortunately glorious day. Odin was hiding, Freya was wearing an atrocious shade of pink, and Thor was laughing uproariously like the great ninny that he was. You did not laugh when Freya was wearing anything remotely questionable, if you wanted to keep your manhood.
But then again...
"L-l-loki," Thor simpered drunkenly (and Loki felt quite violated), raising his tankard, "You - you - you - b-be - bosom friend an' all, but by Valhalla, you've got bigger breasts than - "
"Please don't finish that sen - damn it, Freya, watch where you're sticking those things - "
The goddess looked up at her and smiled innocently around the needles (pins, pins, whatever) in her mouth. Loki winced at the amount of violently vibrant fuschia spread across the floor (and pinned to her robes), and looked up again, wishing a couple of daggers into existence and sending them flying in Thor's direction. "I swear, Freya, I'm never going to make the old berk crossdress again - "
"Oh, but you'd make a lovelier muse, Trickster!" she cooed, and stuck one of the pins right in a thigh. She snarled, and wished at least one of the daggers would hit Thor; he wouldn't stop hitting on her. "Or should we say, Tricksteress?"
"I hate you," Loki informed her, and Freya just laughed, standing up in a flounce of pink ("Hey, guys, I found a new colour!" "Not again - ") and setting her hands on her hips.
"We must simply celebrate t-this - this new deve - develop - develap - celebrate your breasts! H-hurry up, Fre - Fre - whatshername - I want to h-have my way with - with - her - "
"Yes, yes, Thor," Freya waved to him dismissively, and floated a ways back, admiring her handiwork. "Oh my, Loki, Eros would love a visit, wouldn't he?"
"You can't - " There's a rush of fear at this point. Loki tried to step down from the pedestal she was on, and promptly tripped over the cloth and into the marble floor. She looked up at Freya (That goddess is evil. Evil, she tells you.) and wailed. "Zeus won't stop hitting on me!"
The goddess crouched down and stuck a single pink rose into her hair. "That's why I'm sending Thor to accompany you," she said thoughtfully, and her best friend looked like he'd gone to Valhalla and back.
Thor picked Loki up and slung her over his shoulder. Loki promised retribution, and Freya just wiggled her fingers in goodbye.
---
It's still dark when the dream ends, and the Dreamberry sails through the air only to hit the wall and shut off.
