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Freya could hardly hear Kettil, because from the moment she'd arrived, all she could hear was the sound of fashion. Ohhh, she wanted it all. She wanted it all and she didn't know where to start.

"Ja." She breathed, inching closer and closer to a stall selling the sexiest little mini skirts she'd ever seen in her life. Were they even miniskirts? Or handkerchiefs?

She didn't care. She'd wear that as a miniskirt. And she'd rock the hell out of it.

Oh dear Jack, fresh fashion. Freya's eyes glittered like giant diamonds as she took one of the red ones down, and held it up to her figure. It would fit perfectly.. she couldn't wear it here, of course, far too short for parent time - but back at Amity, or even just for Kettil-

Kettie?!

Freya almost dropped the skirt when she heard the squeal. She looked at the ghoul with confusion, before turning to Kettil and reading his expression like a book. But, in the end, he made it far easier for her to know what was going on when he said that name.

That name.

Freya's face turned just as sour, and she shoved the miniskirt back on the rack with a flourish. No amount of fashion sense was going to make her buy anything from this b***h.

The sound of Freya's knuckles cracking was audible. She didn't mind being ignored. It would make it easier to rip this ghoul's hair out. She reached out for it - but Kettil's arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, and her eyes widened just slightly. She looked up at him, and a goofy smile played on her face for just a minute. She knew exactly who Lena was, but she was too giddy off the way he claimed her so quickly as his own.

That is, until Lena talked down to her like she was a pet.

"Ja, he's real nice like that." Freya's goofy smile was gone, and a smug, satisfied one took its place as she turned to look at Lena. "Takings me out all the time. Today's special though." The smug smile had just a hint of highschoolbitch in it. "He's takings me out shoppings for engagement rings."

No, no, just no.

"Lisa, is it? So nice teh meets someone from Kettil's past."

She saw that flicker, Lena. She sees u thar.

She heard the insinuation. Her hand itched to summon her axe and show Lena just how beneath her she was, by putting her severed head on the floor beneath her feet. The rage boiled just beneath the surface, ready to intensify at any second.

This wasn't about jealousy. This was about knowing what the cold hearted b***h in front of her did to Kettil, so long ago. Freya wanted revenge, for him - and she wanted it in warm, gushing blood.

But she had to settle for Lena's tasty, tasty regret.

"Yehr right." She murmured, turning up to look at Kettil. He seemed so happy. So content to have her by his side. So blissful. So..

"He takes such good care of me." Freya's voice was soft, as a blanket of understanding fell over her. Lena might have been the dirt under her feet, but she wasn't wrong. Kettil had saved her from herself, so many times. He took care of her, and she depended on him for more than just love. More than just friendship. She depended on him to keep her head above water.

And here she was getting his hopes up about marriage just to spite a stupid ghoul.

Her head tilted down, and she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm a lucky, lucky ghoul."

Speaking of crashing illusions down. Or, stalls. Crashing stalls down.

Freya went from the sappy love-soaked ghoul in Kettil's hands, to a harpie that flung herself at the stall, both hands reaching to wrap around her tiny little neck. She was hissing at the ghoul, something that sounded quite a lot like He is ourssssssssss oursssssssssssssssssssssssss, when she kicked the front of the stall with her heels and tried to climb over it so she could bring Lena to the ground.

Catfight much?

Freya was, of course, easy to pick up and pull away. She still flailed every limb she had for every second she was close enough to inflict damage, and she was pretty sure she'd just ripped a strand of hair out, which she clutched victoriously in her hands. Her hair had suffered a similar fate, but there was so much of it, it was impossible to even tell that a few thin tendrils had gone missing.

She went limp when Kettil finally held her, looking much like a cat giving up the fight and playing dead in his arms. Then she came to life again, and wrapped herself around his waist, before climbing with an agile grace up around to rest on his back. Once there, Freya's arms rose up in the air and her eyes looked as though a fire raged within.

"Ouuuuurrrrssss."

She was not done being crazy.

That was true. She was, definitely, insane. There was no reason why Kettil should have loved her as much as he did.

But he did. And she loved him back, just as fiercely, and just as completely.

The beast on Kettil's back melted into something less frightening when she heard him claim her, and she bent her head all the way forward to claim his lips with her upside down mouth. She giggled, feeling the bounce as he walked away with her on his back, and she turned to wave her fingers cheekily at Lena. Instead, a moment later, she turned back to Kettil and whispered something into his ear.

"Baby." Her voice sounded.. a little embarrassed. "I changed my mind. I think I do wants one of those skirts."

Fashion had won out, after all.

Freya leaned in, arms up in the air again, and she hissed out quietly.

"We'll pay seven."