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♪~       The end was nigh. The sun was up and the beach was packed. The place was warm, crowded, and full of fun, but for some reason the end was nigh. Why was this, anyone may ask? People were having fun, it was a perfect way to get people to come together as a group, it was full of socialising and relaxing, and playing.

Until, Loki Laevatein got his hands on a water pistol. 

And he was looking to strike. He knew all too well how these things worked, and he was ready to cause some trouble. That was in his nature after all, it was something he did on a constant basis. He spied around, tiptoeing across the sand to look for his first victim. He wasn’t necessarily fussed on who it was, however, he needed it to be the right person. He need it to be...

That familiar hairstyle. That posture, that face. Ah yes, Thor was first. If Loki couldn’t get the likes of Thoth back for the punch to the face, he’d surely have some light-hearted fun with his best friend whilst he was here. Although just before he’d reached Thor, Loki couldn’t help but noticed the likes of Tsukito standing nearby too.

Oh, now he was just spoiled for choice.

Unless he ambushed them, he had to think clearly. Poising a finger at his lips, Loki looked around, his sights locked on another pistol placed unceremoniously in the sand. Oh who said the trickster God was going to play fair now. With haste he lifted it, running to the water to fill it up, keeping an eye on the other two Gods as he’d down so. Once this was completed, a war cry left the deity, as he darted towards the other two, spraying them mercilessly with the powerful jets of water, aiming for faces to catch them off guard.

THOR

Battle Theme: The God-Slaying SwordBattle intro: Thor... Why’d it come down to this. You better not hold back now that we’re here.Victory: I’m sorry... I guess I was a good enough liar.Defeat: No! We all promised... We’d always be together... Assist: Always here and ready to lend a hand~! All you had to do was ask!Taunt: Is that really all you got! Then again, you let an old woman kick your ass in the past so~!Reacting to Taunt: Pssht, shut up, you’ll distract yourself!Tie: Guess we’ve spent too much time together, huh...!Perfect Victory: I’m not gonna spite you even more than this... 

Everywhere people live, the word for it changes. 

Some say that there are invisible threads that tie strangers hand to hand together. Some people leave their love in lock and key on bridges, some braid ropes into the branches of trees to remember love lost, but always eternal. Some wear necklaces with many shared halves, bracelets with words that complete friendship promises and gentle vows, and others etch their bonds like paintings into their very skin. 

Wherever one goes, they’ll find that people celebrate the things that tie them together. In many traditions, spoken and silent, physical and intangible, the word for bonds and precious connections changes, but at heart, it always stays the same.

People will always find ways to be together, even when apart. 

Balder dropped the bag of he’d been carrying right at his feet, staring. A single apple from inside rolled out across the street, leading the way.

That’s...

Am I dreaming?

Did it matter? One glimpse of familiar red and dark green was all it took to send him rushing right through oncoming traffic. Honking horns didn’t stop him, not even the crash and furious yells of a driver that had swerved right into a fire hydrant. Water sprayed in all directions and soaked one side of his jacket but he kept going, no matter what. The apple he’d lost rolled into the curb of the sidewalk seconds before his feet touched down. 

And he kept running, as fast as he possibly could.

“Loki! Thor!”

Just before he reached them, Balder’s foot snagged on a jagged piece of concrete. He was sent flying head over heels at his friends’ backs, arms open wide to grab on.