imcallingathing (imcallingathing) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-01-13 17:42:00 |
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Who: Olaf and Anders and open to pub people if you ask first
Where: Beach to the pub
What: Wrongness
When: Monday
Rating: High for language
Open: See up there
Status: Ongoing
Olaf hated the fucking cold. It was January by his oracle-counting ways and yet he was freezing his bollocks off on a beach that wasn't actually connected to the other oceans. Olaf knew that the island was wrong in all senses of the word but he could sense something bigger than that, something more terrifying on the periphery. He knew Loki was out there but fuck, it was so much worse than he'd ever felt.
Naked from swimming in the surf, Olaf was finally cold enough to pull on the board shorts and t-shirt he'd arrived in and waited for Anders to come get him and fuel him with booze and some good hash before Olaf would let anything on about Loki.