He finally gave birth to the triplets in his Mainverse and now his
Army baby count stands at 4 in that verse! :3 (on Skype XD)
Frey Stjarna Silfrson - firstborn son, 1 year old
Njósnari Mani Silfrdottir - daughter, 0 years old
Svienna Loka Silfrdottir - daughter, 0 years old
Thomas Agent* Silfrson - youngest son, 0 years old
He is happy and doing well. Probably not going to have any more babies for the time being :P
*King and Game still think that Phil Coulson’s first name is Agent. So poor Thomas has to live with that XD
WE LOVE YOU TOO DANI! <3 If you need anything let me know.
// I shall be following forever darling, and sending you good vibes! I hope things sort themselves out for you -hugs-
Thank you, darlings <3 you are too kind.
Removing coverings that had - for all intents and purposes - only been added for the point of blending from suspicious mortal gazes, Risk tentatively followed suit. Toes spreading against the salted grains, mild surprise at the pleasant texture bringing greens down to observe what Gold had referred to as sand.
“T’would be quite the place for meditation, yes. Though I suspect this…sand…would end up in places that might become uncomfortable.”
Despite the reservation in his words the King crouched beside his counterpart. Tentatively reaching out to tuck a loosened sable strand from the smaller’s face, “Do you venture here often then?”
The laughter that left in a childish trill from his throat erupted through his toothy grin in amusement.
“It can get everywhere, indeed.”
Blinking as a large hand ventured near his face, the monarch sighed into his nod of affirmation, answering with words warmed by a gilded tongue.
“Yes. As you say-
it is a place for escaping
the busy monotony
of mortal life in this realm.
A sanctuary, if you will.
And yet Fortune will not
allow me to return
as often as I would like.”
A soft sigh left Loki’s lips and he looked down to the ubiquitous grains below before returning his attention with a smile that concealed some deep and hurtful memory of sands lost to him; a world he would never see again.
”Perhaps I shall make
a permanent link
between this place
and my palace so
you may come here
whenever you wish?”
"Brother… where are you? I miss you…"
“You have but to ask, my sweet sibling…”
With a soft hum the Trickster faded into existence beside his aggrieved brother, bright eyes shining out through the shadows of his transparency.
“Ask and you shall receive what your heart desires.”
Finally changed my theme. Feel free to explore :P I also have one of these now because I thought it would be a hell of a lot of fun XD
As always, I’m open to any and all suggestions.