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She was angry. SO ANGRY. She slapped the water just once, to vent her frustrations on it with force, when a pair of arms wrapped around her. It was inevitable, of course. She knew the moment she fell into the water that she was going to get caught, but she had no idea just how much she was going to like it. All of her anger fizzled like a dying flame in the wake of Kettil's possessive and affectionate barrage. She melted in his arms, letting out little keening noises of bliss, and her arms flailed out, as if to abandon herself to his whims.

"Yeh gots me, yeh wins, I gives up forever!" If this was Kettil's idea of winning, she wanted to lose every single game they ever played for the rest of her life.

It was difficult to answer Kettil when he was being so affectionate, because the only sounds that managed to come out of her were helpless little mewls, whimpers of pleasure that snuck past her lips. He really knew how to cheat at the game, but she'd already given in, and couldn't think straight anymore; so her ability to hold a grudge was impaired. Instead, she screeched and clung to him as the world swirled around them, flipping over to face him once everything stopped spinning and clinging to his shoulders affectionately.

"Ja, Hooter," She giggled out breathlessly. "I am yehr prize. And no trade ins. I'm all yehr ever goings teh gets."

The original. Freya thought about that for a moment, and her face soured. "But I am not the original." She pointed out. "My eldest sister, she would be. Are yeh sayings yehr goings teh-"

And then she stopped, because the pang of pain in her heart killed any chance of her finishing the teasing joke she was going to make. No, she couldn't joke with Kettil about taking Sif over her. That hit too close to home. Far too close. So instead, she stuck her tongue out, and slunk down into the water, until her bottom hit the floor again. "I do says silly things." She admitted sourly. "I can't helps myself."

It was such a simple thing to say, and so expected. Despite that, just hearing those words made Freya fill with a warmth that dug straight into her core. She wanted to be the only one Kettil loved. Oh, how she wanted to be the only one he ever looked at like that. The only one he ever kissed, or touched, or held. It was almost hypocritical, for how affectionate she was - and she couldn't help herself. She wanted it so badly it made her skin itch. She pulled him closer, her body claiming him possessively within her embrace.

"'jika." Freya's whisper was shaky, trembling with the sheer amount of love that her heart felt like it would burst with. She didn't know how to live this way. She was sure she would die from heart failure if it kept beating this hard, this fiercely.

She'd promised herself she would never believe in forever again.

She'd broken so many other promises already. This was no different.

"Yeh has me." She whispered up at him. "For all times."

She believed him. Despite all of the reasons deeply embedded in her that gave her every right not to believe those few words, she truly did. Kettil had his arms around her, and his heart buried deep within hers, and she couldn't bring herself to find a single ounce of doubt. In his kiss, she felt the completion of their love, culminated through a friendship so deep it transcended words. There was nothing she could do but believe him, anymore. It wasn't a matter of taking the risk, or feeling that it was worth the chance of getting hurt again.

This was simply where she had to be.

"Yes." It wasn't a word she said very well, normally - her accent usually morphed it, and changed it into something else. But now, she said it formally, with the conviction of someone who was answering a question that wasn't being asked. At least, not at the moment.

She didn't explain. It was better left unsaid.

Unlike Kettil, Freya was actually very warm, in the water. His body pressed against hers, and she felt a content unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She didn't really want the moment, or the magic this place held, to end. So instead of agreeing with him, she let go and let him move, just enough to snake away like an escaping fish and slide back deeper into the water. She didn't go far - she couldn't, really. She just went far enough to keep her neck deep in the water. Her expression was playful and mischievous.

"Don't wants teh." She informed him. "I likes it here, where it's wet."

Something slapped him in the face - soaked cloth, it seemed like. When he looked again, she was gone, disappeared under the water. Waiting like a shark. A topless shark.

It's later.

"Are yeh sure we're not goings teh gets in trouble? It's so late.." She couldn't tell for sure what time it was, but the sky was too light, warning the signs of an oncoming dawn. For all she knew, the sun was about to break right before them, as they walked, hand in hand and barefoot, back to Kettil's home. Freya's wings dripped long trails of water, not even close to being dry. She fluttered them every so often, but all it did was send showers of water flying, just to settle back into the thick folds of her feathers.

The world was so quiet, so peaceful, so very much theirs at that moment. The only thing that interrupted the peace was her voice, and the sounds of birds chirping to signal the impending dawn.