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Fulla squirmed every second she was being carried, but when she was thrown in a room and the door closed, she sat there for a moment and stared at the door. Then she fell to the ground, on her back, and her hands flared out beside her as she stared at the ceiling.

"That. Was. So. HOT."

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Freya, on the other hand, had a very large draugr staring at her angrily. She was red in the face, her hair was wild, unbraided, and untamed, and her pajama shirt was half tucked into her pants. All in all she looked ridiculous - and her head reared back slightly when she registered the anger on Herryk's face.

".. What?" She almost barked at him. "Why yeh lookings at me like I did somethings wrong?"

But she loved to argue.

Nonetheless, still huffing as she came down from the high of a good fight, she took a long step forward, holding her hands behind her back as she peeked up from underneath her lashes at him and gave him her more innocent glance.

"Seriouslyyyy. What I did?"

The over-exaggerated look of guilt melted when she was gathered up, and she squealed in delight, curling into a ball as soon as she was planted into his lap. After giggling from the growl tickling her neck, she stretched out her fingers and nodded smugly.

"I gots to do what I gots to do." She ducked in and bit his lower lip, holding it between her teeth as she growled out her own words. "Nobody kisses my baby boil but me."

Letting go of his lip with a grin, she kissed it all better, and snuggled down comfortably. It would be difficult to fall asleep when, right above her, a beautiful face loomed down, but she'd done it once before. Exhaustion, and blissful comfort would eventually do the trick, and once she was out, she was out.

Hel crawled under her blankets, and kept facing Mot as she snuggled underneath them. Like she had said, the reaper sang another lullaby for them, until eventually she drifted off to sleep.

If their arrival the night before had been busy, the morning they woke up to was absolute chaos.

The Brynhildr property was now a festival in the process of setting up. A large, grand tent was put into place, the aisle, the chairs, the altar, followed by smaller tents, lanterns, streamers, withered flowers, instruments and of course, fire pits for the food. Tons of food, never not food at a valkyrie celebration. In addition to all these new objects on the property, there were a ton of beings on the property as well. A ton of valkyries, a large majority of grims, and overall? Mostly reapers, with the occasional monster pal here and there. Laughing, talking, boasting, quarreling, it was all happening as everyone help to set up for the celebration today.

Inside the cottage, was mad house as well. A lot of the sisters were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, whether it’d be doing their hair or each other’s hair, helping each other into their dresses, and most importantly, getting the bride ready for her day as well. Valdis was helping to oversee Sif and the others, though the oldest valkyrie was all ready to go, donning her best dressed and her long, pale blonde hair pulled into an elaborate braided hair style completed with a flower circlet.

Hel? She was still in her sleep clothes, sitting in her mama’s den. But she was doing something very important. She was doing Mot’s hair. Because he said she could.

“Heeee.” The reaper was grinning with delight as her fingers worked diligently in braiding small sections of the cowboil’s hair. She was sitting on the couch, and made Mot sit in front of her on the floor so that she had easier access (blast him for being so tall). "I think I’d rather be doing this all day!”

Hels song as enough to settle Mot enough to fall to sleep. True to form though, he woke up after a couple of hours, and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.

Needless to say he was awake before anyone else in the house.

The morning was crazy, and Mot felt it was a mixed blessing that he had little to worry about in terms of what to do. Hel was with him, which was the only reason he felt calm.
He sat patiently as Hel played with his hair. He'd never really had anyone do something like that before. No one but Hel. Lizzy often ruffled it, but this was way nicer.

"Me too." Mot agreed, lifting his head backward to grin at Hel. "Maybe we can hide and they'll forget we're here."

Freya took this moment, after she'd received her morning kiss, to stretch every single limb out and let out the most ridiculous groan, before shrinking back in and patting Herryk's cheek.

"I slept likes the happy little baby." She coo'd up at him, before climbing out of his lap and stretching to her toes. "I has to gets ready. Yeh gets dressed too, okay?"

She bent in and stole one quick kiss from his lips, before bouncing up the stairs - then she bounced back down, bent her head upside down over the chair, and stole a second kiss before running off again.

Herryk grinned into the first kiss and chuckled into the second. He nodded and watched her bounce up the stairs, his gaze lingering a little too long before he shook himself out of his thoughts and gathered up his belongings. Though Hel had told him to wear his very best clothes, Herryk hadn't thought that his fur cape and his loincloth would be very proper for wedding attire.

He left his shorts on -- after all, the were the closest things to britches he owned -- and over those he pulled on a pair of black slacks. These had been purchased specifically for the wedding. His shirt was a long-sleeved black button-up dress shirt that was threaded with silver pinstripes. Since Hel had said that Mot was going to wear some type of vest, Herryk had purchased one, as well -- a black affair with a silk back. He'd even bought shoes, shiny black ones with somewhat pointy toes. These would never, ever be worn again. "Girl shoes," Herryk muttered to himself as he tied the laces.

Tying his hair back, Herryk grunted and peered out the window. There were ... way too many folk out and about. With a sigh, Herryk crossed his arms over his chest and waited for ... he didn't know what.