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Maybe Onyx expected her to blush. Maybe he expected her to shy away, or look embarrassed, or even cry. What he got, was probably the least of what he expected. At least, the second least - least of which being acceptance.

Freya just chuckled in his face.

"That just means yeh has a lot more STDs." She informed him, patting his arm. "Let it go, Onyx. Kettil is a thousand times more of a man than yeh'll ever be - and he didn't need teh sticks another ghoul just eh learns how."

And now, Freya was getting a little angry. This was Kettil's brother - did he really have no sense of familial bonds? How could he say something like that about his own flesh and blood?

Her blood started to run hot in her veins, and her hands tightened into fists. "And I'm too stupidly in love teh ever duu such a thing. So let me pass." Her voice had become a low growl. "And stop being the world's worst brother."

Just as Onyx hadn't dignified her insult with a response, so did Freya refuse to say a word after he'd just basically called her a slut. Her smile turned vicious, and dark. Really, it could send mixed signals, but it wouldn't matter - because she put both of her hands on his shoulders, leaned in close, batted her eyelashes..

And kneed him with every ounce of force she could muster, right in the groin.

Freya grinned happily, snatching her imaginary power up from out of the air and hopping over his body to head back to Kettil's room. She dropped off her pajamas, closed the door, and floated down the stairs, looking all too happy with herself when she arrived.

"Good mornings everyone!" Had they all heard Onyx screaming b***h? Maybe. Did she look like she cared this time? Not even a little bit.

Freya flopped down on the chair instantly. "Ya we sees all the places! This town is so beautifuls, is like a dream!" Her breakfast wasn't much of a dream, however. As easily as oatmeal would be on her stomach, which should have been her greatest concern, she was.. not impressed. After her stunt with Onyx, Freya was feeling, perhaps, a little more herself than usual. And that meant that any food, especially sweet food, did not live up to her trademark meats.

So she made a face, her nose crunching up, and poked at the oatmeal with a spoon before taking some into her mouth.

She knew that the days of plates of ham and bacon and sausage and eggs were no longer hers. It was sad, but at least she wouldn't get fat.

Freya gave Kettil the guiltiest of looks. She didn't want to say it. She knew she'd regret it, if she went back down that road, so she just took another spoonful of oatmeal, and sucked the spoon with the most childish of pouts.

Then the spoon popped out and she was back to normal, responding to the parents. "My papa is as big as yeh! Maybe even bigger. We are norse, we comes pretty big. That is why my Mama says she had nothings but ghouls over and over, because a Valkyrie boil is as big as a house, and she dinnit want teh birth that!"

Classy, to the letter. She grinned up at Liseli. "He's right, yeh ARE like a beautiful doll!"

Freya wouldn't mind seeing her father and Kettil's father in the same room, either. They would probably destroy the place. It would be... amazing.

"Yeh sure yeh don't has some viking bloods in yeh, Papa Blacke?" She squinted at him, trying to see if she could find any hint of a viking somewhere in there. But instead, what she found was bacon. And not just any bacon, lean bacon. Freya's eyes rested completely on Kettil now, growing wider by the minute and filling with tears. She was becoming emotional over bacon.

She was becoming ridiculously emotional over bacon.

This was nothing new for Freya.

She sniffed, and then threw her arms around Kettil, grabbing him in a bone-crushing neck hug. Then wordlessly, she let go and turned back to her plate-

And the bacon was gone.

She ate it so fast you couldn't even see it.

Freya took another spoonful of oatmeal, now eating automatically simply because she was enraptured. "Yeh does that too? My family, they does that. Is funny, we were all arranged by birth to be married, by my grandmama. But then she dies, and my parents likes us ghouls at home a little too much, so they dissolved all of them. They lets us choose now. Which is good, because I don't knows how anyone will ever convince any of my sisters teh gets married teh someones they don't choose." She rolled her eyes. "Too much fights in us."

She let the spoon stay in her mouth when Kettil offered more bacon, and she thought about it, before lighting up in happiness and nodding her head. Yes, yes she wanted more bacon. A plate would be acceptable offering, yes.