“I have to admit, you’re the last face I had expected to see here.” Freyja says with an enchanting smile. She’s been here for years and, while she’s seen her fair share of the gods vacationing on the mortal plane, she’d never in all her years expected to see Loki himself messing around down here. She supposed it made sense though, being the god of chaos and all. For her herself, she had a reasonable excuse to linger in this realm.
Many of her children lived on earth, raised by mortals until they were old enough to find their true purpose. Created from ventures of passion and enjoyment, she’d spread her lifeblood far and wide across the mortal plane, not really minding the damages it could cause. Mortals were just too fun to not mess with. Partying and drinking, dancing and kissing. She was fond of it all and lovemaking was just part of it. In her mind, she was here to watch over her children and take part in the wonders of humans. Al good things, she’d like to argue. But there was only one thing that Loki could be here for and, if it were true, Freyja would surely have no part of it. “Don’t tell me you’re here to ruin my fun.” @mochiwrite