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Freya knew he was coming up behind her, but the hand on her a** made her choke in laughter, and she almost tipped herself over the chair. It was her saving grace that he chose to pull her in the other direction, plopping her in his lap all sprawled out, limbs everywhere. She held up one finger to say something, and then flopped like a fish in his arms, limp as a noodle, and reached out with both hands.

A moment later, she sprung back to life, unwrapped something quickly, and popped the found candy in her mouth.

"I founds it!" She announced victoriously, crumbling up the wrapper and throwing it down his shirt.

Freya laughed freely when he pulled her into his arms, and she threw her own arms around his neck. "Ach, my Herryk. My sweet, sweet Herryk. I missed yeh so much while yeh were gones. It was so lonely heres. I tells yeh, even if it means going teh all the school field trips with all teh horsemen and facing all teh false reapers in teh worlds, I will never lets yeh goes on these trips alone again."

She snuggled in closer, turning just slightly so her hip pressed against him. "I attach teh yeh by the hips now. Forevers."

She leaned up and kissed his nose, before squirming. "Come on. Yeh sounds like yeh needs sleep, which is funny because.. yeh knows." She snickered, and her hands pulled away, pressing both of her palms against his chest.

"Even if it don't beats no more, its so big and full of love." She ducked her head in and kissed his chest, before rising up again. "Okays. Bed. Now!"

Freya flopped back against him, rather surprised that he hadn't let her tug him to bed, and put her arms back around his neck. If he really wasn't ready to sleep, she wouldn't force him - she would make sure he got the rest he needed right there in her arms. While standing up. No, she realized, that wasn't very restful, and her mind quickly started wandering off in some random direction as she started to wonder if someone could fall asleep standing up, and how restful that kind of sleep could possibly be.

"Hah..?" She murmured distractedly, forcing herself to focus back on him when she heard the serious tone in his voice. She worried just slightly that he was going to ban her from ever going to those trips, when she'd just said..

Her lower lip jutted out slightly in a pout, but she waited silently. There was no sense in getting upset over something yet unsaid.

Freya let out the predictable squeal when she was picked up off the ground and flung onto the bed. Several of the foxfires in their pen started yipping madly at the sudden action, and they ran over one another in excitement.

Freya, once she stopped bouncing, rose both of her arms out into the air in a welcoming gesture. Her face had quickly flushed when she was thrown, and on her lips was an ear-to-ear grin.

"Of COURSE Freya is staying. Freya is staying forevers."

Freya's bubbly grin faded as Herryk started in on his dramatics, with an impeccable performance that would have made any actor proud. She, of course, was not proud - she was trying very hard not to laugh directly into his face.

When he rolled onto his back, she rolled to her side to follow, and her body slid into the curve of Herryk's body, where it felt like he had been carved to fit her perfectly, and she the same.

"My poor, selfless baby boil." She coo'd, leaning in to kiss his chest before resting her head on his shoulder. "I would never put my needs in front of yeh. I am perfectly happy lyings here, besides yeh, and not touching any of yehr naughty bits. My hands will stay at my sides, and definitely will not slide down under these silly pants yehr wearing or anything awful like that."

She nodded her head sagely and closed her eyes, seemingly prepared to sleep right then and there.

Freya did not ever remember Herryk snoring. She thought about it, and realized this was because you needed to breathe when you snored. It was clear Herryk was toying with her, and she was ready to play the game. Only, she was far better at it, because unlike Herryk, once she started snoring, it meant she really was asleep.

So she snuggled deeper into her beloved baby boil, and buried her face against his body, finding as much comfort as possible before finally letting herself start to drift off. If Herryk had thought his game was going to lure her, he was right - it would lure her right into the depths of sweet oblivion.