Drabble prompt: fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours
Fandral paced back and forth in the castle gardens, starting and abruptly stopping his sentences as he attempted to work out what he wished to say, hidden amount the large rose bushes the smelt so sweet but has such wicked thorns. The golden god smiled, how like Lady Loki they were, so much promise and beauty but were to be stayed away from due to their thorny nature. Fandral ran his hand gently over a pure white rose petal, he jerked his hand back cursing as a thorn knicked his thumb. A drop of golden blood gleamed on the white rose bud, making it shine magnificently in the sun. Fandral looked between the bleeding scratch and the rose and smiled as an idea came to mind.
Loki sighed and put down her brush she had be running through her long locks. What an agonisingly boring day it had been! Her reflection wrinkled its nose at the thought of nothing happening, no trouble to be had and mischief caused. She stood on intent to find Fandral to see if the fine face scoundrel had any good ideas that prevent her from skinning someone's pet out of boredom but there was a knock at the door. Loki frowned and answered it, but found no one, she growled in frustration thinking it was some child trying to trick her, well they would find themselves turned into a beast of burden for Volstagg to ride… or eat. As she stepped out she crushed something under her feet, she gasped and stepped back, realizing she had stepped on roses! Not just a dozen roses, but a dozen golden roses like none she had ever seen before. Scooping them up and they smelled sweetly of roses and blood, both scents she enjoyed immensely. She blinked as she cut her finger on the edge of a card.
~Lady Loki, today on Midgard they have a day where they take time to appreciate their loved one in their life. They shower them with gifts of appreciation; I hope you find these roses to be satisfactory for such a day.
Your Valentine~