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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:01 pm
The minister waited for an appropriate amount of time, before..
"Well then, by the power vested in me by the state of Halloweentown, I now pronounce you, reaper and wife! Thor, you may now kiss the bride."
Thor's eyes were now focused on Sif, glimmering with victory - and perhaps a little hunger.
"Don't mind if I do." He murmured, bending the valkyrie by the waist and drinking her in deep.
Freya nudged her sister with an elbow and stuck her finger in her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:21 pm
The valkyrie nearly, nearly scowled at seeing Freya smile, but as the permission was given to kiss the bride, a smirk came to her lips instead. She was pulled into Thor’s arms, and kissed him back just as hungrily, which was rather surprising for the usually cool and collected valkyrie.
Hel was jostled out of her thoughts as Freya nudged her, and when she glanced over at her sister, she couldn’t help but snort.
The next sound to fill the tent before the wild cheers would be Valdis reaching over Mot to whap Hel up the back of her head.
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After much loud applause and cheering, everyone was herded over to another large, extravagantly decorated tent for the reception. Tons of food and tables were in place, in addition to a large wooden floor in place for dancing. Now that Hel was free of any other wedding obligations, she stuck rather close to Mot’s side, and for the most part the two were largely unbothered by any of the other guests, who were too busy swarming the newly wed couple anyways. Instead, Hel was hitting up the food table, of course.
“I know you don’t eat much, friend.” The valkyrie started, pointing at a few things, “But you should try this, this, and this! They’re very good, I promise! Then we’ll get a table, eh?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:43 pm
Mot hung around Hel as much as she was to him. He knew no one save for Valdis, Freya and Heryk. All of which were probably busy. Hel was his first choice to be with anyway.
He eyed the food wearily. It was a festive situation and food was indeed present. Mot did his best not to make faces at the scents that filled the area. It wasn't unpleasant, just a bit much for the picky eater.
He looked over the choices Hel was suggesting, taking a plate and putting small samples of each thing she'd pointed at on his plate. "I'll try." He said wearily, then shook off his discomfort in exchange for a grin at his friend.
"Shall we grab a seat?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:51 pm
Herryk was not so easily herded.
With a firm grasp on Freya's hand, Herryk held Freya back. When the last person had filtered out, Herryk grinned at Freya. He pulled her out of the tent and instead of following the others towards the other tent, Herryk tugged her alongside of the tent and then around so that they were safely out of sight.
"Give Herryk a kiss," he commanded playfully, "before Mother Valdis finds out we are missing."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:15 pm
"HOOOOHOHOHOHO!"
The roar could be heard from halfway across the field, as Odin stomped happily through the reception tent, going from table to table, greeting guests, putting food in his mouth and swallowing it whole, and just generally having the time of his life. He was paying for this party after all, and it was a wonderful time for his family - a proud moment! He had a SON NOW. YEAAAAAAH. SONNNNN. WOOOOO.
He wasn't going to let anyone forget it.
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Freya yelped when she was pulled away, stumbling in her steps as Herryk pulled her around the tent, out of the noise, and into a more private spot. Both of her eyebrows rose up in surprise at Herryk's bold move, and commanding nature. Soon enough, her eyes fluttered and she melted against him, reaching her arms up languidly around his neck. A long, heavy sigh preceded her thick, innuendo inflected words.
"Oh, Herryk." She swooned appropriately for the situation. "I'll gives yeh more than just a kiss, if yehr a good boil."
But for now, he'd have to make do with a kiss, to which she happily obliged.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:30 pm
Herryk enjoyed the kiss while it lasted, pulling away after a few moments before their absence was missed. He chuckled against her cheek as he moved to press a kiss against her forehead.
"Herryk is always good," he murmured softly, his own words rife with insinuation. Something about watching that sadness in Thor's face had him reeling with the urge to touch and kiss Freya. Reaching for her hand, twining his fingers with hers as he drew her alongside him, Herryk made his way back around the tent so they could head towards the reception.
"Is Freya hungry? Herryk can fix her a plate while Freya finds a seat? Near Hel and Mot?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:31 pm
Hel laughed at Mot’s reluctance to the food, and his attempts to stop from making it a face.
“You are a real solider, friend.” She commented happily. “Thank you for humoring me.” The reaper seemed in a good mood now that the ceremony was over and they could be left alone now. She grinned back at the reaper and gave a firm nod of her head, the ribbons in her hair swaying. “Hmmm…” She hummed as her gaze swept over the tent, wanting the furthest table from Sif and Thor. “Ah! This way!” She called out, leading the way over to a table in the corner, snagging two mugs of fruit punch on her way there. The ghoul set her stuff down, and then pulled out chair, glancing at her father as he stomped on by, making loud proclamations.
She turned to look at Mot, grimacing as she sat down. “Oh sweet Sally, that’s right! He’s my brother now! Gross. I’m not claiming him.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:40 pm
"Never a problem." Mot commented back. He loved to help his friends. More effort to those closer, of course. Hel being one of few.
He sat down with her, looking over his food objectively. He turned his head to watch Hel's father go stomping by in his jubilant rampage of jubilation, an amused smile playing at Mot's features. He seemed happy.
Mot turned to Hel, snorting at her grimace. "Eeeew not that!" Mot teased, sporting a toothy grin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:18 pm
Stolen kisses and food - what wouldn't Herryk to do make Freya happy?! She looked bright as the sun when he offered, hopping up to leave one last kiss on his cheek before letting him go, pointing out the table in question.
"Ja, there they are, I go sit and yeh brings me five of everything." She turned and gave Herryk a very serious look. "And don't skimps on me now, especially if yeh wants to share with me." She turned him around, smacked him promptly on the rear, and sent him off to the food tables.
A minute later, she was flopping down in a seat across from Hel and Mot, looking flushed and just a little too content, considering where they were.
"How yeh likes the wedding, Mot? And what did yeh thinks of my little crumpet, don't yeh just wants to eat her up?" She bit her tongue at her sister childishly, but her next words were said with genuine, and revered affection. "Most beautiful sister of us all."
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:28 pm
Mot looked up as Freya sat with them, smiling happily at the ghoul since she seemed so elated. The wedding? Ah, he was going to comment, but then she threw a different question at him.
Eat Hel up?
Ah, her looks? Mot turned his head, scratching his cheek to hide the faintest tint of a blush that might have formed. What a thing to ask! "She's looking lovely, yes." Mot answered nervously.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:18 pm
“Anything but that.” Hel agreed, taking a bite of a roll as her sister slipped into a chair across from them. The reaper raised a brow at her sister’s good mood, which she found to be a pleasant surprise…this wasn’t something she hadn’t expected her sister to be like, especially given the current event they were attending. Had…inviting Herryk really brought Freya some happi—
Wait.
Why was Freya asking if she was edible as well? Hel couldn’t help but blush again, as much as she tried to stop it, first at the eating comment, and then at Freya’s genuine words. The blush got worse again as she glanced over at Mot, who was scratching his cheek and then called her lovely once more. The ghoul reached up to rub her face with her free hand before waving it a bit at her sister, looking down at her plate now. “Oi, Freya, what do you want…?” Because obviously all these compliments…her sister wanted something.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:23 pm
After spending a good long while filling up not one plate, but three, Herryk finally made his way to the table where Freya, Hel and Mot were seated. He, too, was in an amazing mood, and as he set the plates down with a heavy thud and then settled into his seat, he beamed at Mot and then Hel and Freya.
"Herryk and Mot are so lucky," he boomed at the reaper boil, shoving both plates over to Freya. "Herryk and Mot have the prettiest dates at the wedding, hmm, Mot?" Herryk gave Hel and Freya both an incredibly cheeky grin before he turned his attention to the food.
With gusto, Herryk ripped open a roll and smeared it with something that looked like butter before offering it to Freya with a flourish.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:28 pm
Lucky?
Mot tilted his head curiously toward Herryk. "Ah, you're right. That we do." He offered a toothy smile, albeit a bashful one. His attention then dipped to his plate. He rubbed his neck, looking over the morsels he's picked from the platters.
Food was suddenly very very interesting!
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:35 pm
Freya widened her eyes in surprise at her sister's question, looking the part of complete innocence. She shook her head, though her face lit up when Herryk dropped next to her. Without thinking about it, her body gravitated towards the draugr, seat inching just a few squeaks closer, arms just barely brushing against one another.
"Herryk is very right. And that includes the bride, hah!" She took the offered bread, chewing on it thoughtfully as she eyed both her sister, and Mot..
And then her sister..
and then Mot..
The blushes between them could heat a small city.
She turned her eyes up to Herryk, barely checking to see if he was noticing how shy they both seemed, but she kept the bread in her mouth to keep herself from saying anything stupid.
For now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:44 pm
The reaper reached up to rub the back of her neck as Herryk then made some comments to, and she shot a suspicious look over at the draugr and her sister.
Hmmm…
Her gaze lingered on her sister and that faux innocent look, shooting her a look of her own that said you’re anything but innocent. The reaper picked at her roll, finishing it before moving on to some of the meat strips on her plate, missing the looks Freya was sending between her and Mot. Hel was quiet for a moment before piping up, “…This wasn’t as bad as I had expected.”
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