A Father's Love
POSTED ON Aug 23, 2013 14:19:32 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 14:19:32 GMT -8
loki
Ah the little Camp Midgard. He rarely visited – mostly because if he visited, there was a huge chance one of the other gods would find out and come for his head. He wasn’t on the best standing with, well, anyone. But when had he ever let someone else stop him? Especially when he could say he was visiting one of his children and use them as an excuse.
Loki had never visited any of his children, or at least the demigods. Why? It was simple. Unless they needed him, why should he bother to interact with them? To put it lightly, he wasn’t the best dad and he knew that. Hell, he was even a mother to some of his children. He shuddered at the memory. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to talk about. It was still a joke amongst the other gods. He wanted to slap someone whenever it was brought up.
The trickster walked through the forest and came across the Shipwreck. Beyond it, he could see the camp with the little campers running about and doing their little activities. They amused him. How simple their lives seemed, for now. He smirked to himself at the thought of what he was planning. They were unaware. All they seemed to know was that there was an issue between the Romans and Greeks. They had no idea that he planned on getting them involved.
He paused to think about how it would affect his demigod children. If he started a war, some of them could very well die. He pushed the thought away with a roll of his eyes. He told himself that he didn’t care. He just wanted to finally get some decent entertainment. He could only kill other gods and goddesses so often for giggles. They just seemed to come back and have their own little demigod spawns. And if they had an issue with him, he had no doubt that their children would too.
Hell, even the Egyptians, Romans, and Greeks didn’t like him. But that was fine for him. He wasn’t there to entertain people. He was there to annoy them to no end and laugh at them. He was there to make their lives miserable and his own wonderful. He leaned back against the Shipwreck and looked over when he saw a familiar face. Though he had never met his children, that didn’t mean he didn’t know what they looked like. He occasionally watched over them. He tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly and smirked. “What’s a young girl like you doing all by yourself?”
WORDS:; 422
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Rosa <3
NOTES: Hope you like it! <3
Loki had never visited any of his children, or at least the demigods. Why? It was simple. Unless they needed him, why should he bother to interact with them? To put it lightly, he wasn’t the best dad and he knew that. Hell, he was even a mother to some of his children. He shuddered at the memory. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to talk about. It was still a joke amongst the other gods. He wanted to slap someone whenever it was brought up.
The trickster walked through the forest and came across the Shipwreck. Beyond it, he could see the camp with the little campers running about and doing their little activities. They amused him. How simple their lives seemed, for now. He smirked to himself at the thought of what he was planning. They were unaware. All they seemed to know was that there was an issue between the Romans and Greeks. They had no idea that he planned on getting them involved.
He paused to think about how it would affect his demigod children. If he started a war, some of them could very well die. He pushed the thought away with a roll of his eyes. He told himself that he didn’t care. He just wanted to finally get some decent entertainment. He could only kill other gods and goddesses so often for giggles. They just seemed to come back and have their own little demigod spawns. And if they had an issue with him, he had no doubt that their children would too.
Hell, even the Egyptians, Romans, and Greeks didn’t like him. But that was fine for him. He wasn’t there to entertain people. He was there to annoy them to no end and laugh at them. He was there to make their lives miserable and his own wonderful. He leaned back against the Shipwreck and looked over when he saw a familiar face. Though he had never met his children, that didn’t mean he didn’t know what they looked like. He occasionally watched over them. He tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly and smirked. “What’s a young girl like you doing all by yourself?”
WORDS:; 422
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Rosa <3
NOTES: Hope you like it! <3
credit to Delusional