The bucket list of two gods

This is the story of two gods, being Loki and Knight, checking off their bucket list. Why? Because they are old and their son, being Sci Lokison, is now ruling Asgard under his reign. The year is 5010 for Midgard and what awaits it is purely a year of the least unexpected old couple having fun checking off their bucket list. The bucket list of two gods.
This story is in Loki's perspective.
Started: 5.10.2015.
Completed: 5.17.2015 at 7:06 AM.
This is the last book about the couple from Wattpadheim known as 'LoKnight'. Their story as a couple ends here.


7. Strawberry stand



...January 10th..5010...2:43 PM...


"How do we get everyone to get dressed in strawberry costumes?" Knight asks.


"Simple, Knighty," I said, making a stage appear replacing a city park near the beach. I flash a devious smile. "I am putting on a show."


I create a boy band out of the blue crafting their personality and appearance by experience on Midgard so many years ago being exposed to their obnoxious music. Five boys with each random styled hair being the common hair color of the day, loose pants, simple shirts, arm bands, and sneakers.


Tomlin, Bruce, Soncho, Ron,and Fain.


"I can be your Prince Philip!" The lead singer, Tomlin, starts holding the microphone. "And you can be my Cinderella or maybe my Aurora but who the hell wants to remain in a perpetual sleep?"


The entire crowd of people face towards the band.


"No one wants to be the forever sleeping beauty," Bruce continues in a high pitch womanly voice. "Waiting on a bed, guarded by thorns,and a ugly black dragon!"


The crowd roars.


"I can be your Prince Philip!" Soncho and Ron sang at once.


"Sing it with us!" Fain shouts.


"I CAN BE YOUR PRINCE PHILIP!" The crowd sings.


I check off 'Make a sea of Midgardians sing a Disney version of "I can be your boyfriend" using a made up band' on the list then put a check mark near the 'make everyone believe it is law to wear strawberry costumes and advertise them like silly' one.


"I can be your Prince Philip!" Tomlin sings, his right arm reached out towards the young women close to the stage. "Prince Philip has all that swag, he knows how to fag, and join JAG!"


"I can be your Prince Philip!" Soncho and Ron sings.


"So can I!" Tomlin did a exaggerated singing tune of 'I' just well drawn out.


A beach ball surfs the waves of mortals.


"I CAN BE YOUR PRINCE PHILIP!" The teenagers sing.


"Say what you want and I will give you it in a heart beat," Tomlin sings, patting on his chest. "My heart does not skip a beat when I see you, but my feet feel light on the ground, rescuing my little mermaid from hell knows what is all in a days work."


"I CAN BE YOUR PRINCE PHILIP!" The crowed sings.


Knight went to a nearby shop while I made their little act very convincing. I summon out numerous strawberry costumes in boxes at the right hand side of the stage as fans did not notice it at all. It is surprising how mortals are so easily distracted by boy bands during the preparation of a temporary strawberry stand. Knight came back pulling a line of carts holding little boxes of recently washed strawberries. I can tell they had been recently washed because the boxes are dripping wet spilling water at each movement made by the wheels.


Getting ready for our little plan took 15 minutes.


"Okay folks!" Tomlin shouts, lowering the microphone down. "We have a important visit from The President!"


I shapeshift myself into Doctor Henry Morgan walking on to the stage.


It is important to note Henry is a Doctor at heart.


"Why thank you for the warm introduction,Tomlin," I greet Tomlin then face towards the sea of mortals.


I had Knight be disguised as a young blonde woman-using trickery, of course-just to make it less awkward. Because normally The President of America has young appealing members while the representatives voting on laws are very old. Just like me except more in their fifties to their eighties. I summon a umbrella in my right hand then click it open. I hold it to my side where tomatoes shout out from the audience.


"Hold your fire," Ron said. "He is not all that bad."


"And drop the tomatoes," Tomlin adds. "Here, man of the day, the microphone is yours."


I take the microphone out of Tomlin's hand then face towards the crowd.


"It is mandatory law you dress up as strawberries and advertise them," I said. "At..." I look down towards my wrist watch, briefly, and then look back up. "At 3:08 PM on such clear summer days as today."


"You want us to dance?" One man from the crowd hollers.


"For a good hour," I said. "So of course I do!" I gesture over towards Knight-who is in a strawberry costume eating a strawberry-blindly going over the fact. "Take many as you want and sing a song about strawberries until everyone in the other states buy the lot of them."


"I love strawberries!" Knight said, delighted. "And looky, here is a golden strawberry!"


Knight is eating a golden strawberry.


"And we have much,much,much more of them," I add. "And none of them are chocolate."


Before my eyes I witness crowds of mortals get dressed into strawberry costumes and begin madly searching in the wet boxes for a golden strawberry. Mortals are so gullible. Knight had eaten a orange not a strawberry-I disguised the orange as a strawberry-to the public eye. It is the intention of trickery to deceive eyes.
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