Who: Loki and Myrene Carnegie Where: Nassau! The Bahamas. When: Earlier on Thursday afternoon. Warnings/Status: Language, cuteness, possible smut.
Loki had regained most of his strength, and relaxing on a beach with the beautiful, wonderful intelligent Myrene Carnegie? Yeah, that had something to do with the healing process. Only a tiny something, though. He was largely to blame for his own. .oh fuck it, he felt like she had spit the life right back into him, even though she hadn't even been nearby when it had been sucked strangely out while helping out Tess.
He was kicked back in the sand on the beach, a fruity drink in hand, with a colorful umbrella, toes buried in the warm sand. Wore only his swim trunks and sunglasses, no need for sun screen, the sun didn't burn him. But he was tanning rather nicely. "Okay, we need to be serious. .what after this? We have a few hours before we have to go back to the ship."