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Hel snorted again, because that was pretty funny. Her not getting into trouble? “Ya. Honorable like you.” She murmured, and then made a soft surprised noise. Carry her to bed, huh? Who was this mysterious and confident boil and what had he done with Mot? Hel seemed stubborn like usual though, and she didn’t want to go to sleep anytime soon, not when she could spend time with the cowboil.

Whether he was done massaging her or not, the valkyrie shifted on his lap, still lying on her stomach, but she curled towards his torso now. She nestled her head in the crook of his elbow and wrapped one of her arms around his waist and just sighed softly. Just to make this scene even more diabetic, Heimdall had came scampering back, and the little poof climbed his way up one of Mot’s pant legs until he was now padding across Hel’s bottom. The ghoul made a soft sound of amusement as she felt the fox fire walking along, and a bit of a smile pulled at her lips as she felt the rainbow poof settle in the dip of her lower back, bouncy ball and all.

“…Oi…Mot?” She ghoul murmured. “Does this mean I will get ‘get out of trouble free’ passes in the future?” She grinned a bit. “You would not throw me in the pokey, would you?” She was teasing.

Heimdall wagged his little tail and rolled onto his back, on Hel’s back, to get his tummy rubs.

Hel made a scoffing sound. “What? You would not get me out of trouble with your law powers?” She gasped. “You would throw me into the pokey? That is simply, terrible, Mot. I can not believe you would not turn a blind eye to my mischief making.” It felt…good to be bantering with him like this again. Like when they first met. Smiling and laughing and…just being amused, enjoying each other’s company…

Hel paused, and seemed rather thoughtful.

After a moment she tilted her head onto its side on Mot’s arm and grinned up at the boil. Her other hand moved, sliding through her hair until she found his hand and she interlocked her fingers with his. Hel pulled on the reaper’s hand, bring it to her lips where she brushed them across his knuckles before planting a more firm kiss on each one. “That sounds like a challenge, Mot.” She murmured against his hand.

“You know how I feel about challenges…” Her grin widened.

The ghoul pressed his hand to her cheek and grinned a bit longer before closing her eyes and nuzzling against his arm.

“Well, as long as you know. All is fair in love and war…or so they say…whoever they is.” She snorted a bit. Hel was content to stay like that for a bit longer before piping up again. “…Ah…I suppose I should let you off the floor, ya? Not a good place to fall asleep on…”

“Oh I suppose…” Hel relented, which a big yawn came soon after. Heimdall let out a bit of a squeak as Mot took him off of Hel’s warm pack and put him on the floor. The little poof stood there for a moment, still holding onto the string of his bouncy ball, and then shook and scampered under Hel’s bed.

The ghoul let out a rather uncharacteristic and surprised squeak of her own as Mot suddenly lifted her bridal style. Hel went wide eyed and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, one, out of surprise, two, because she was still kind of funny about leaving the ground, and three…because she may or may not have swooned. Next thing she knew, she was being placed on her bed, and her arms loosened from around his neck. “…Heh…” She leaned over to her dresser and pulled out another simple and loose tunic top, pulling it over her head.

“…Um…Do…you have other…plans tonight?” She asked, looking down at her tunic as she smoothed it out.

Hel finished smoothing out her tunic and looked up at the cowboil. Mot was not imagining the slight hopeful look in her eyes. “…Well…ya…but…will you stay tonight, as well?” She didn’t know why she got nervous and hesitant about asking all of a sudden.

She seemed worried like if she was herself too much, she might upset the nice balance they got back.

She seemed to relax once he agreed, and she smiled a bit as she started to push back her pile of quilts.

“…I…I am glad.” She murmured, and reached out to turn off the lamp on her dresser, casting the room into darkness with the exception of the moonlight through the open window. “…Oops. I hope you did not want to go back to your room? Er…I can turn it back on…?” Despite saying that, she crawled under her pile of quilts anyways, and waited for him.

“No, I do not.”

Hel may have answered that…a little too fast.

She was also suddenly and mentally cursing that she had just turned off the lamp. She was also now imagining snuggling up to a shirtless grim reaper and was anticipating that a bit too much. Hurry Mot, hurry.

Hel was staring at him in the dark expectantly. Waiting.