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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:58 pm
Auugh.
"Freya?"
What had he done? Why had he felt the urge to bring up Thor? He knew that the idiot had hurt Freya, so why couldn't he just keep his big, stupid mouth shut? He'd planned just to stop by, bring Freya some snacks and pack a few things for her before her trip.
And now look what he'd done.
With a groan Herryk climbed into the bed next to Freya, effectively pinning her under the covers without actually meaning to.
"Do not apologize, Freya," he said softly, rubbing her arm through the blanket. He felt terrible for even bringing the topic up.
"Please? Freya, please? The stitches..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:05 pm
Freya felt herself pinned in on both sides, and uncurled from her position to try and find some wiggle room. When that failed, she stuck her head up over the covers, but she only managed to get so far that everything above her nose was visible. She looked up at Herryk with tears in her eyes.
"Yehr nothing like Thor, Herryk." She whispered mournfully. "I knows that. Please believe me, I knows that. I don't remember why I ever said such an awful thing but is not true, yehr.. nothing like him. Yehr wonderful."
The head ducked just slightly back under the covers, so that only her eyes were visible now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:15 pm
Herryk... he would never leave Freya if she refused to make intimates with Herryk. But.. he couldn't help thinking about the way he'd acted during their first date. It tormented him, and badly, each time that he thought about Thor. Each time he thought about Freya, for that matter.
"Herryk believes Freya," he murmured, brushing her hair from her eyes before making an attempt at pulling the blanket from her face. He remembered Hel's words. They could never be forgotten.
"Freya is wonderful too, yes? And this is all that matters? The mirror room... it was a terrible place." Herryk shook his head. "It would make Herryk happy if Freya stopped crying." He smiled softly and tugged at the blanket again. "Maybe Freya can tell Herryk about this Thor another time. For now, Herryk wants to see his Freya smile."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:30 pm
Freya blinked the tears out of her eyes when he pulled the blanket away, and snuggled closer to him, pouting the thickest of pouts. "I would tells yeh anything yeh wanted, Herryk. I'll always tell yeh anything yeh wants. But if yeh wants a smile, that's gonna come at a price."
Her hand barely managed to squeeze out from under the covers, and she tapped her lips with a single finger. Her face looked solemn as she did so, completely serious.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:38 pm
If Herryk wasn't undead, Freya would assuredly be the very death of him. He wanted to woo her, an unfamiliar desire in and of itself, and she was tempting him sorely. He wasn't sure if she knew how badly he wanted to act the brute and simply do all the things he desired -- things he'd had a taste of before the field trip.
With a little half-smile, Herryk leaned over and with great restraint pressed a gentle kiss against Freya's lips.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:46 pm
She remembered the way he'd kissed her before the field trip. Before Thor had come into the picture. Just the mention of his name, and suddenly Herryk was holding himself back, kissing her like she had the pox. She didn't give him the smile she'd promised. Instead, her pout only got bigger.
She could explain to him why she wasn't smiling, but instead she lay there and pouted at him silently. Her eyes kept going back and forth from his eyes to his lips, as if gesturing just by that alone.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:54 pm
"Awwhh, Freya."
He knew what that look meant. He knew, and he wasn't going to give in. Herryk scowled. There was no way that Freya could know that he'd gotten the entire story from Hel, right? How could he explain that he felt terrible for the way he'd treated her back before the field trip, and twice as terrible after learning all the horrible things about Thor?
"Herryk wants... to... be a good boilfriend. He does not want to treat Freya like... " his mouth worked noiselessly as he searched for the proper words, "like... anything but the ladybird she is." Herryk stared mournfully at her lips for a long moment before lifting his gaze to her eyes. He tried to convey just how hard this was for him -- how important.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:13 pm
Freya sniffed miserably.
"Yeh don't give ladybirds proper kisses?" She muttered. "Do yeh thinks they're too fragile and broken to deserves it?"
Laying it on thick.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:28 pm
Herryk grit his teeth.
"No, Herryk told Freya that she is perfect and this means that she is not broken or ... fragile." He could hardly even think of the word 'fragile' and Freya combined in the same train of thought.
"Herryk just... Herryk wants to... " Yes, Herryk wants to kiss Freya like she'd never been kissed before but he just couldn't do it. He didn't want to lose control again, he didn't want to pressure her, he didn't want to end up with Freya regretting anything.
"Herryk wants to do things right." Whatever that meant.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:33 pm
"Herryk."
She used as much strength as she could to squirm out of the sheets, and sit up in the bed. She still needed to lean on him heavily to do it, but at least she was up, so that this conversation wasn't being done while they were lying in bed. If anything, it was kind of funny how the roles had been reversed.
Only a little bit, though.
She wrapped one hand around his neck, and pulled him up so he was face to face with her. Her psuedo-serious face from earlier was shown to be a sham as her true stern expression showed itself. "Yehr goings to do things right. Yehr goings to do all the things right. If I didn't already believes that, yeh wouldn't be here right now, next to me, anywhere near this bed. If I didn't trust yeh to do the right things, I wouldn't have said yes when yeh asked to be my boilfriend. I trusts yeh."
She tugged him closer.
"But that don't mean I don't gets proper kisses. Cause yehr not makings me do anything I don't wants to do. This is what I wants."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:43 pm
Herryk wanted it too. He wanted it really, really bad, and he was in no position to turn Freya down. Not when she said what she said.
"Død av meg," Herryk murmured a moment before he pressed his lips to Freya's once more, one hand moving up to cup her cheek. The pad of his thumb traced against her delicate cheekbone while the rest of his fingers tunneled into her hair, effectively holding her captive.
Now this was a proper kiss. Herryk didn't dare deepen the kiss -- his tenuous grasp on control was already slowly slipping.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:48 pm
It was sweet, and it was far better than the sad little peck he'd tried to give Freya before. But, unfortunately for poor Herryk, Freya had a different definition of the term proper kiss. And she didn't really understand just how difficult it was for him, just yet.
So, instead of being content with what she was given, like the little brat she was, she furrowed her brow and parted her lips, forcing him to part his in the same movement. She deepened the kiss without asking silent permission, and simply kissed him the way she thought a boil and ghoul ought to kiss when they liked each other this much.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:24 am
Just a little longer, the draugr's thoughts were muddled, boundaries blurring, just a little longer and then Herryk can stop.
Oh, if only things were that simple. If only he didn't slant his head, effectively deepening the kiss even further. The taste of her was sweet from the cupcakes she'd eaten and he was probably getting frosting all over his face because at this moment he couldn't remember if she'd wiped it away or not and it didn't even matter because Freya's kiss tasted. So. Good.
He could stop. The control was still there, right in his grasp, kinda sorta. Almost.
No, he had to.
With a rough noise Herryk pulled away, wrenching himself off the bed in a quick and powerful movement. He stood at the side of the bed, facing away from Freya, with his hands on his hips. His shoulders were dropped, head down.
"What," Herryk's voice broke, and he cleared his throat to try again, "What things does Freya need to bring on her trip? Nice clothes?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:16 pm
Heaven tasted like draugr and cupcakes.
The feel of Herryk ripping away from her when she'd just gotten him to let go was like ripping a bandaid off an open wound. The sound of childish agony she let out was drowned out by his more powerful noise of discontent, and she looked up at the side of his face -
And snickered.
"Yehr covered in cupcake." She snickered out, pointing at his face. The snickers died off as she made the slow connection, pointing in sudden awe at her own face. "That means I am covered in cupcake, aiyaaa.."
She brushed her fingers against her cheek, and then cringed as she felt the soft stickiness. The resulting action was quick, as she buried her head into her pillow and rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed the cupcake off her face with swift burrowing movements.
When she lifted her head again, she turned her frosted pillow over and rubbed some more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:33 pm
Herryk shot Freya a very serious look. It was so serious that the corners of his mouth twitched. He wouldn't smile. No, no.
"Freya is getting her bed all filthy," he complained quietly, still battling the urge to smile. Grunting, he reached up a hand to brush against his cheek and mouth. When he pulled it away, his fingers and palm were indeed covered with cupcake.
Well.
"Now Herryk will have to change the pillowcase." He was seriously starting to sound like a mother hen. At least it hadn't turned into a full blown food fight, and the smears on the pillowcase would be easily remedied by replacing the linens. "And Freya's face will still be sticky." He tsk'd, shaking his head.
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