For A s g a r d ! -[Open!]-

[Captain. A. Stark.]

-[Takes Place Before Ragnarok]-

The beautiful city of Asgard was everything to the people. The city was fresh, thriving, and blossoming with life. Their king, Odin, was very pleased with the kingdom's state. And for a while, he let the city run itself, and took more time with his sons, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson. Currently, they were only wandering the halls of the palace. This wasn't right at all. "To become king, you must know your people." he told both sons and placed a hand softly on their shoulder, before pushing both out into the bright sunshine.

Both children were under pressure. They were gods and princes, yes, but they had never thought that their father would push them out of the palace! They were to spend as much time as they could outside, mixing and mingling, and only return home when necessary. They were also allowed to bring friends in and out of the palace.

Befriend them, please?

-[Rules]-

1. All of Tess's rules apply.
2. Watch your language please.
3. Signatures can be turned on or off. It's up to you.
4. Fade to black when needed.
5. You may have romantic relationships with any character you wish, but keep it child-friendly?
6. Your character can have powers, but nothing over-powered.
7. Please post all forms on the discussion thread. Character forms will be found there.
8. You may have drama, but please inform me before causing anything major.
9. Your characters can be anybody Marvel or from Norse mythology (ex. Hel, Fenrir, Freya..)
10. Have fun!

Elora - SpotSong

Bryn Adolvsson - Captain. A. Stark.



Loki Laufeyson - Captain. A. Stark.
Fandral - SpotSong

Frey Njordson - cupcakekittygirl

Fenrir - cupcakekittygirl

Hlin - thank my lucky stars

Freya - Anything.

Idunn - ._.turtle._.

-[Relationships]-

Key:

Blue = Male
Pink = Female
Green = Genderfluid/Transgender

[Captain. A. Stark.]

just in case

[SpotSong]

Elora was quietly going about the town/city like center on a mission. Her dark locks of hair loose and trailing behind her as she collected different foods from the markets and different necessities she had been asked to buy. She was rather focused on the task at hand and seemed in her own world.

Fandral was within the training grounds within the palace. He had his armour on and his weapon in hand as he played around with it ever so slightly before grinning and swinging it in mock battle with the air.

[Captain. A. Stark.]

Loki - Tags: (Open)
He gawked as the doors shut behind him, partially baffled as to why his father had given him the boot. Great. There went the plan of spending the day reading and playing jokes on the servants. His gaze calmed down as he took in his surroundings. Loki had ended up in an open air market place? With people? He grinned, immeadiatley jumping into the crowd, but still very easy to notice. His tall posture and black hair didn't help him fit in one bit, but that was the point.

Bryn - Tags: Fandral
Her mouth hung slightly open as her "guide" continued to proceed. This was amazing! Never did the girl think she would get beyond the mud-caked walls of her village home. And it had taken a lot to get into the palace, but everything was going according to the plan. The dreaded princes were outside, flirting, she supposed, but that made the payload easier to escort. Her hands were frustratingly cuffed together. Bryn'd mind was still working out how to discreetly free her hands when she spotted a guy proudly swinging a weapon at thin air. "Hey you! Nice opponent! This is why you have no friends!" she called out snarkily, half grinning with pleasure and half stifling uncontrollable laughter.

[SpotSong]

Elora was so busy when she noticed Prince Loki she had gone pale and instantly squeezed herself away from him as much as possible. He was such a tease and wished to be as far from him as possible. Heading back to the palace.

Fandral heard a woman and turned raising a brow. "Who needs friends?" he chimed back cockily and put the weapon at his side and walked over to her. "Who might you be little lady?" he asked her curiously.

[Captain. A. Stark.]

Loki - Tags: Elora
As usual, he was looking around for his victim. The unusual one. And he found her. That girl was the only one trying to get away from him. He pushed his way through the crowd, apologizing to those he actually managed to make stumble, finally reaching the girl. He was on her tail. "Hello, darling. What are you up to?" he called mischeviously, voicing a troublemaker tone, hoping to hint that it wasn't going to be a friendly chat.

Bryn - Tags: Fandral
"If I'm little, you're a big lug." she retorted rudely, not liking it when people referred to her shortness. "I'm Prisoner 23, according to these disgusting hillbilles." she smiled cautiously, earning glared from the guards around her.

[SpotSong]

She winced and sighed heavily. Turning on her heel to look at the God with a slight scowl as she knew what he was up to and was not pleased. "What do you want Prince Loki?" she grumbled bitterly and crossed her arms slightly.

Fandral couldn't help the charming smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. "Prisoner 23 huh? Well it's a pleasure to meet you" he mused along with her. "I am Fandral of the warriors 3" he said and poked at her nose.

[Captain. A. Stark.]

Loki - Tags: Elora
"Well, that's not a way to respect your heir." he quipped with a slight frown.

Bryn - Tags: Fandral
She recoiled from him, frowning. "You mean that dude that everyone calls charming? It seems a myth at the moment."

[SpotSong]

Elora sighed a little and rolled her eyes but did respectfully crouch down for a moment in a curtsy. "Alright my apologies your gracious... Now what is it you need?" she asked him.

He seemed rather thoroughly amused by her and shrugs. "Hey to each their own my dear. Everyone is different along with their opinion... Though you don't exactly look like a prisoner"

[thank my lucky stars]

hlin | the protectress | tagged; n/a

hlin walked through the village, smiling as she watched the children playing. they were truly a gift, something far more precious than gold. one of the children tripped and started crying, and hlin rushed over. "what hurts, little one?" she asked calmly, and the boy sniffled and rolled up his pant leg. he had a nasty scratch, not deep thank odin, but it was bleeding. she took a breath and rested her hands over the wound, the boy gasping as his skin knitted back together.