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“Excuse you.” She shot back with a smirk, and then went about finishing the rest of dinner. As Mot set the table, she placed the food onto the table as well. The meat dumplings were ready to go, as were the baked potatoes, complete with all the toppings Hel wanted, like sour cream, cheese, bacon, butter…only the healthiest things…

With a mug of soft apple cider next to her as well, Hel took her usual seat at the table, scooping some dumplings onto her plate as well as a potato, loading it up. Now that the topic was open and on her mind…

Hrm.

She had some things weighing on her mind, some things she needed to resolve…

With Mot planning to move out soon, she realized that the time was truly coming when she’d be here…alone. Granted, yes, her familiar was here, but…it was different. It was very different. Another thing she was going to have to get used to. A big part of her wondered if she could get Mac to move in after he graduated…er…if he graduated? Hopefully when…but she wasn’t sure what he’d think of that idea, and she wasn’t sure how to approach the topic with him either. It just seemed silly for him to live somewhere else after graduation though…

Hrm.

While Hel thought, instead of eating, she ended up pushing her dumplings around on her plate, her eyes lidded.

“…I think I know why, now, I am so hung up on marriage.” She suddenly announced, a bit out of the blue, but still very much connected with all the thoughts swirling around her head right now. Luckily, with Mot, she could be sudden and abrupt, and he’d get it.

“Ya.” Hel pushed around the dumplings some more, before she snorted softly with amusement. “A lot of s**t I get hung up on stems from being a scareling I am realizing…heh. Just…you know how different it is where I am from, Mot. Things were stupidly simple, and the values were not what we have come to know at Amityville. Back home your worth was your battles and your looks, and as a scareling, well, back home I did not have any of those. Ya. They were ******** petty, because I was two toned back then I was not considered…good enough.”

She stabbed her fork into one of the dumplings.

“When I was young, mother was always very preoccupied with arranging marriages for my sisters, the eldest, most definitely, and day dreamed about the younger. All the time. But she never made plans for me…so when I was young, I was mad, and I told myself I would show them! I would get the best damn husband ever and I would be so ******** married it would make their heads spin! I hung onto this dream for a very long time, even since I was very little. It was very important to me to prove my worth. Then growing up with Freya…who mocked and ridiculed the dream I had…it really ran me ragged. She took it for granted and laughed at the idea, because she was never excluded from it…and that always bothered me. I think that is also what bothers me now.”

Hel shoved the dumpling into her mouth, and chewed on it viciously before she swallowed.

“I am happy for her. Her and Kettil. But…what she has, it goes against one of the core principles I believe in. I can do anything as long as I try and bust my a** for it. Freya did not have to bust her a**, and she did not even want it, and she is getting married.”

Hel stared at Mot with a lidded gaze, her lips pulled into an impassive line. “That crushed what I believe in...and I am not sitting here bitching about things being fair and unfair it is just…hard work and dedication, Mot. It means something, I know it does.”

“Ya…” Mot brought up a good point, too. “My family’s values…Since I cut them out, it is a good point you bring…I do not have anything to prove to them anymore…” Hel stabbed her fork into another dumpling, and pushed it around her plate, picking up some sour cream as her eyes lidded. This realization had her mulling over some more things. “…It feels….” She paused, and tested out the word carefully. “Weird. To have wanted something for so long, to be so sure and now…” Her lips twisted a bit. “I still want it but…Hrm.”

She stopped pushing her dumpling around on the plate.

“I feel…as if some weight has been lifted.”

The reaper looked up from her plate at Mot, while she was still trying to figure out exactly what this light feeling in her chest was. “…Ya. I do too.” She nodded her head a bit, but as Mot went on to truly praise her…well…she couldn’t help but blush a bit. The reaper scowled, turning her head to the side as if her mug was suddenly more interesting. It felt…really nice to be praised, when she, funny enough, was not looking for it. Grown a lot, huh? She was glad she was…she was glad Mot was seeing it…she hoped Gramps and Mac would see it too.

“..Can I still be mad at my sister, and still want to be married?” A pause. “Because I want it?”

Hel slowly nodded her head. Okay. Okay, you know what? Yeah. Yeah. She was about to say something when Mot went ahead and said something else that made her mouth hang open. She stared at him for a moment, touched, before she finally got herself back. “Well of course I would!” She exclaimed, though she was genuinely happy with his words. “Now I just need to convince him of that…!”

The reaper smiled as she popped another dumpling into her mouth. Convince him…hrm…

HRM…

That sounded like…a good challenge. Convince him. Make him…want it. Oh. Oh, this sounded very fun and challenging indeed…Hel oh so did love challenges…

The reaper snapped her fingers and then pointed at Mot.

“Hey, you are still marrying me if I am twenty-seven and unwed, ya?”

Hel grinned back at the boil. “Good.” She purred, and stuffed another dumpling into her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. She was amazed how in just a short amount of time explaining herself to Mot made her feel better.

“I suppose anything else that was a concern…it is more than likely not its time…and I shall cross those bridges when I get to them.” She concluded, nodding her head firmly.

Her lips quirked up as her eyes lidded. Yeah. She knew she could talk at, or call, him anytime so…

So everything was going to be okay, even when it was his time to move out.

“Most?” Hel echoed, incredulously, and raised a brow at him. “Not most, Motty!” She slammed her fist on the table. “ALL! I WILL ACCOMPLISH IT ALL! ALL AND THEN SOME!”