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Herryk was utterly distracted from whatever Sif was going to say when he turned to peer at Freya and Thor, moments before the giant valkyrie male was attacked by something. Herryk saw Thor grasp Freya's chin, and it was a good thing that Sif had been bitten by something, too. Herryk had been on the move, already pulling back his fist so he could smash it directly into Thor's pretty face.

Instead of smashing his fist into Thor's face, though, Herryk now had Sif hanging off of him.

The draugr was just about finished with the whole thing.

Gracelessly shrugging Sif off of his broad form, Herryk took a step closer to Thor.

"If Thor ever." He punctuated the word by increasing in size. Herryk had no control over himself. It was obvious that he was being fueled by a mixture of rage and protectiveness over his ladybird, "ever touches Freya again," Herryk almost seemed to pulse with fury, "Herryk will make Thor regret it in so many, many ways."

That being said, Herryk grabbed Freya's wrist in one huge hand and fairly dragged her out of the tent. He passed the house and just kept on walking.

Hel was still just too delighted to notice that Mot was no longer home, and she peered out from underneath the table to notice Herryk shrug off Sif, and then threaten Thor. This was…fantastic. Everything was still in chaos, no one had any idea what was going on, and then Herryk was fleeing the tent with Freya.

The reaper took that as her cue to leave as well! Hel’s hand moved to grasp Mot’s wrist firmly, and she leapt out from underneath the table with the cowboil in tow. On her way out, she passed the table that held the extravagant cake, and stopped dead in her tracks. She felt the weight of Mot against the back of her at her sudden stop, but that did nothing to alert her to his veggie state as she moved around him and back to the cake. Hey. You couldn’t leave the wedding without some, right? Hel grinned devilishly as her free hand reached out and just plunged into the cake, grabbing a nice chunk of it before she was fleeing like a bat out of hell once more.

Instead of running past the house though, the ghoul ran into the cottage with her cake trophy in hand and Mot’s wrist in another. The reaper didn’t stop until she was in the safety of her mother’s den, kicking the sliding door shut behind her and led Mot over to the couch. There, she flopped down onto it, and pulled him down next to her. She then laughed like a banshee.

Hel laughed until her cheeks and stomach ached, and after a while, it eventually died down to just chuckles. The reaper shifted, sitting now on the edge of the couch as she turned towards Mot. “Mot!” She called out, reaching forward to place a hand on his knee and shake it lightly. “Halloween to Mot ~” She cooed, now picking up on the vacant look on the cowboil’s face. She reached forward with her other hand, offering him some of the stolen cake.

“No party is complete without cake!”

When Herryk let her go, the first thing Freya did was rub her wrist. It stung, and when she looked at it, imprints of Herryk's fingers were reddening and leaving quickly forming bruises. She stared at his back for a moment, torn between elation and utter confusion, so she settled with reaching around from behind and wrapping her arms around his body. She couldn't even reach her own hands, he was so thick.

"Baby boil?" She whispered up to the mass of black wall in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Hel was just beaming, pleased to see Mot come back around.

“You were amazing, Mot!” Hel cried out, cackling all over again as she watched him take a test taste of the icing. “Is it good?” She question, reaching with her freehand to pull a piece of the cake off and popped it into her mother. “Oooh good cake!” Hel replied with her mouth full and then swallowed. “That was the most fun, just…so…wonderful! This cake is really good!” Probably because it was stolen. “Have some more, friend!”

Freya's eyes closed when she heard, no, she could feel the anger coming off of Herryk in waves. All for Thor. All because he'd just touched her. Freya's breath left her, she couldn't even inhale, it was just too much. She'd never felt so much for someone before. It hurt, to have this much love, passion, lust, every emotion available forcing its way out of her so painfully that she felt like her heart was bottlenecked and straining from the force. He was so angry at Thor. So angry. She didn't want to see Herryk upset, but to see him upset over this was driving her wild. She almost felt guilty for feeling so exhilirated about it.

Almost.

"Yehr right." She whispered, barely managing to speak with as little air she could suck in before letting it out. "They're perfect for each other." She slid her arms around, trying to get Herryk to turn to face her, just so she could bury her face into his chest. "Herryk." She murmured into his skin. "I don't want to see you suffer." She admitted, though her next words came out with a little more guilt as she turned her puppy dog eyes up to him. "But it means so much to me that yeh wants to rip that a*****e apart."

Herryk turned in Freya's arms, wrapping his own arms around her so that he could clasp the ghoul to his chest. Burying his face in her neck, Herryk gave another choked sound as his entire body began to shake.

And shake.

And shake.

A quiet sound was muffled against Freya's neck as the draugr trembled, clutching Freya to his chest.