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Even when she was typing, Freya had already been half asleep. It was no wonder then, when the door creaked open, she didn't stir from the bed. Kettil's voice had her eyes fluttering in recognition, however, and she muffled something inaudible into her pillow. Her new bed had arrived, and it was soft, and fluffy, and wonderful. As soon as she had sunk into it, it was hard to keep her eyes open. Even waiting for Kettil, those sparse minutes it took for him to walk from his dorm to hers, was enough to have her nodding off.

"Mmmmmmpppph."

That was all she could get out before her body twisted, trying to manage some form of wakefulness, despite the way her face kept trying to bury itself into her big fluffy pillow. So really, she looked very uncomfortable, twisted one way with her head twisted another.

But it was impossible to be uncomfortable in this bed.

"Amfpfhhnnn."

Kettil didn't have to help much. As soon as his weight disturbed the proportional balance of the bed, and she rolled into the middle as it sunk further down, she splattered against him. Her right limbs both fell around his body, and he became the body pillow she was missing to make this the most comfortable bed ever. She squeezed him effortlessly, and turned her head away from the pillow to rest on something much nicer; the crook of his neck.

"Missed yeh." She mumbled into his skin, before yawning once and finally opening her eyes. Her lights were off in the room, but the moon gave up a fair share of light through the windows. It was just enough to see his face, and that was just enough for her.

"Didyeh has fun at teh party? With Than?"

She looked sleepy and content when he talked about Than. But when she was reminded of her conversation with Hel, all the sleepiness seeped out of her, and her body went rigid. Her eyes opened fully, really looking at him now. The warm fuzziness of being half asleep in the arms of the one you love was already fading away. In place of it, all she felt was the sadness that had exhausted her in the first place.

"She hates me." Freya's voice sounded resigned to the fate. "My own sister, she hates me. Everything I does, she hates. I thinks she would be happy if she never sees me again."

Freya curled up tighter, and her head bent in to smush against his shoulder. "I fails at being a good sister, Hooter." She failed everything she'd set out to do, with Hel. "I should have just stayed home and never comes here."

Kettil spoke, words that she could have easily told herself if she had any sense, but coming from him made her digest and believe them, as always. Kettil had siblings, there was no way he didn't understand the situation. She just wished she could explain how much Hel's appreciation, Hel's love meant to her. Just when she thought she'd gotten her back..

Kettil's sweet admission made Freya's eyes pinch closed, before opening back up to look at him. She leaned up enough to kiss a trail along the line of his jaw, ending at the tip of his ear, and then pulling herself up so she could rest on the pillow next to him. "I'd have found yeh." She whispered, confident that what she was saying was true. "One way or another."

Freya considered the options, and realized that Kettil was right. Even though it took them long enough, waiting until they might have found one another somewhere other than Amity could have meant.. a long time spent apart. She would never have even had him as a friend - and maybe she would have gotten far too lost without him to guide her, and bring her back where she belonged.

Freya's skin flushed hot when he complimented her, but the color was invisible in the dark blues of night. She reveled in the feel of his fingers on her cheek, and refused to move as if to savor every moment of the feeling.

She lifted a finger, and crooked it. "Come here, please."

She did want to share a secret with him. It was a gentle, silent secret, but when she leaned her head up to press it against his lips tenderly, the secret was out.

She stayed there, feeling his warmth against her night-chilled lips, but they didn't move. She just felt his soft, willing lips. They kept her secret safe.

Freya's eyes crinkled with happiness the moment his opened to look at her. They were so pretty. She could hardly see him, since his back was to the window, but she saw enough to make her heart flutter playfully. The reminder that he was going to sing had her lips parting in a grin, and she nodded, cuddling up against him. "Ja." She whispered. "Do yeh remembers teh song yeh sang teh me on teh video?" She could still hear an echo of that voice, but it wasn't enough now that she had the real thing. And the words, the sentiment in his song..

Now that she was allowed to return those feelings, she wanted to, very much.