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A blowdryer? She tried to look back at her wings, and wiggled them. Imagining taking a blowdryer to them sounded a little silly.. and she wondered if it would make her wings fluff the way it made hair fluff, to use. "I usually just lays outsides in the sun until they are dry, though in this case.." She'd fall asleep before she hit the grass. "Is okay. They will dry eventually, I will put towels under them and sleeps on the floor teh keeps yehr bed dry." This wasn't the first, nor the last time she'd have to deal with wet wings. She was used to it.

"And if they are not dry by the time we wakes up, I guess we could use a blowdryer.. but not now! It will wakes people up." She felt like she'd caused enough trouble. Being noisy in the wee hours of the morning was not high on her list of additions to her crime list.

She felt the squeeze of his hand, and turned wide eyes up to look at him. His smile made her feel warmer than the sun could, and she felt her lips returning it automatically. Her head moved to rest on his shoulder.

"Is morning, soon." She whispered, with a voice that didn't sound as though she was unhappy about it at all.

A blanket fort sounded awesome. She squealed in delight, clearly approving of this plan. "Yeh knows me too well, Hooter." She murmured, now imagining all the different ways they could make their blanket fort the most intricate and amazing thing ever..

And then, maybe, his parents wouldn't think she was a floozie. Because only adorable people make blanket forts.

She ducked her head when he kissed it, and turned to look at the lightening sky, just before the sun rose from it. "We does it too much. We keeps stayings up so late.." Oh, who was she kidding. She loved staying up late with Kettil. They would talk, so much.. she'd never told anyone half the things she'd told Kettil. Hours and hours spent just lying there, cuddled for warmth, spilling their lives and thoughts out piece by piece.

Kettil knew Freya inside and out. She hoped she knew him just as well by now, too.

She gave him a wry smile. "I loves it, too."

It was as if the world was waiting for him to speak. At least, that was how it felt to her. The sun broke through the horizon, its thin edge of blazing light already brightening the scenery around them. She turned away from him to look at it, and let out a little gasp of excitement, her hand clinging tighter as she bounced on her toes.

"Do yeh thinks I can fly fast enough to run aways from teh sun?" She breathed out, a lazy smile on her face. "Not that I'd want teh runs from it. But I wonders how fast yeh'd have teh be teh keeps up with teh sunrise."

She swayed on her feet, and a giant yawn forcefully quieted her musing.

Freya liked that answer. She turned to him to tell him so, but it was only then that she realized he'd been staring at her, and not the sunrise, and her mouth snapped shut. The hint of color in her cheeks was all but hidden by the blazing colors the sunrise shone down on her skin. She ducked her head, before shyly butting her face against his chest, and immediately turning to walk into the house.

Once they reached the door, however, she was tiptoeing very quietly. She didn't know how early his family woke up, but she was determined to be a ninja if they were already asleep.

Freya held her breath when she walked in, and tiptoed ridiculously up the stairs. When Kettil whispered, she turned around and flailed her hands madly, before putting them over his mouth. Then she took them off and put her finger to her lips, before walking back up the stairs again.

She found his room as if it had already been hers, and tried to open the door with as little noise as possible. Then she slid inside, and waited for him to join her.

Only then, did she release her breath, and flop on the floor in sheer exhaustion of such a Mission Impossible.

GODS HER BOILFRIEND WAS SO GROSS SOMETIMES but secretly she loved it.

When he locked her in the room, she didn't notice. Freya had hit the ground, and she was already half-asleep, flopped on her back with her eyes closed. Trying to catch her breath was complete, and now she was just basking in the feeling of not standing up. She wanted that door locked, anyway, to give her the comfort of knowing she could get out of her wet clothes and into some pajamas without someone walking in on them. So when she heard the door closed, she wiggled, trying to get enough strength and consciousness to actually get out of her clothes.

Freya flopped like a fish on the floor.

Freya tried not to struggle or give Kettil any trouble as he undressed her. It was difficult, because every once in a while she made noises that sounded like she was about to wake up and accost him. Her hand would flop around his waist, and then slide, slowly, right back to the ground.

Freya was tired.

Lying naked on Kettil's childhood floor seemed to make her giggle, though. She was far more comfortable when her pajamas were on, so when he finished, she curled up into fetal position and started breathing slower. Behind her, her wet wings had already gotten the back of her pajamas wet, but she laid on her side to keep it from soaking through.

"Mmmmf.." She muffled out a sound, and turned her face into the pillow he'd laid out for her.