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She just seemed to be hurting him repeatedly.

Everything she did and said just beat him down.

"N..No. No I'm not." Kettil muttered quietly.

He glanced over at Nahm, "Nice meeting you." He muttered slowly as he turned on his heel and started to leave.

Freya just stared at her boilfriend as he turned to watch him walk out. She spit the burger out (she really couldn't eat it after all) and took a single step forward, before the gates of hell opened up and her voice screamed with unholy power, echoing in the cafeteria hall.

"KETTIL BLACKE, YEH SAID YEH'D NEVER WALK OUT ON ME!"

This was the same boil that was so sure it was a good idea to ask her to marry him? She'd been right to say no. He was proving himself to be just like everyone else who'd ever hurt her - in the end, they always left her.

Always.

"I wanted yeh teh be PROUD of me!" Her voice broke with emotion at the admittance. "I thought I was smart for once, I thought I was clever, I NEVER GET TO BE CLEVER. I thought yeh'd be happy that I didn't forget.. and.." She hedged, giving Nahm a quick, apologetic look, before admitting her last reason. "I thought yeh'd be happy I used my auction win on this instead of.. goings out on a date or something."

Kettil wasn't the jealous type. Far from it. That didn't change the fact that Freya was used to dealing with jealous types - and she was hyper aware of situations that could accidentally cause jealousy. If only that awareness had extended to being aware of other situations too..

The moment he sunk to the floor, she was in motion - sliding down onto her knees in front of him and gathering him up in her arms. "Yeh stupid boil," She growled, her voice hitching again as she pulled him closer. "I don't knows what yeh wants anymore. I thought I did.. but I don't. Maybe I'm the stupid one, then."

"I'M ALWAYS DAMNED PROUD OF YOU. I have the most wonderful ghoulfriend around and ..." He just fell quiet and furrowed his brow. "I am proud of you..It...It was very clever but...Freya I..."

His hands went up helplessly and suddenly he had Freya all around him. Kettil furrowed his brow.

"I knew you wouldn't go on a date with your auction winnings. I trust you Freya. I trust you so damn much. I know you wouldn't do that to me." He just let out a small sigh feeling more than a little foolish as he just reached up and brushed a hand over her cheek. "I know you've gotten better but for a minute there I thought maybe you got even better than before and..."

All he wanted was for Freya to be happy and healthy. "You're not stupid. I just want you. I want you to be happy."

"I'm sorry." He muttered softly back at her. "For how I acted."

This was as much an apology to her as it was to Nahm.

Her whisper made any other words die in his throat for a second or two as he just furrowed his brow at her, "I woulda come back," he said softly as he reached up and touched her hand. She always wanted him to stick around during a fight when all he wanted was to step away and collect himself before he said something rash and awful.

"But fine. Never again." He said simply, come what may he'd man up and just fight until they tore each other apart since that seems to be what she wanted. It went against how he was raised to handle fights with others but he'd do this for Freya.

There was a small pause and a deep sigh, "No. He came expecting to eat. Eat he will. There shall be a contest."

Coming back would never be enough for her, after.. she shoved the thoughts that itched at her mind back down into the depths of repression.

He promised her, and Kettil never broke his promises. She felt the confidence of that belief deep in her bones, and all her anxiety washed away. Even if he was still sore and down about the fight, Freya felt the bubble of happiness worm its way back up to show in her expression. She kissed his nose, and turned to grin at Nahm's response. "Well then." Hopping back up to her feet, she took both of Kettil's hands, and dragged him back to his seat.

"Okays settles in. When I puts my hand on the table, yeh starts eatings until yeh just can't anymore. Ja?"

Nahm put the mostly-empty popcorn bowl back on the table and scooted his chair closer again. He adjusted his scarf so it wouldn't get in the way of unhinging his jaw. "Ready," he agreed.

He was off to a good start. A gloriously messy but good start.

Kettil ate until he wasn't sure what he was cramming into his mouth anymore other than he was certain that it was at least food of some sort. Hamburgers, cake, pie, everything he could get his hands on he crammed into his mouth and devoured it.

And yet at around the seventeenth item he picked up and crammed into his mouth and suddenly his face became pale and his eyes widened. This tasted wrong. As in it tasted rotten.

He could withstand many things but the cream of the food he'd just shoved into his mouth had turned horribly sour or was otherwise considered inedible by his body.

The next thing he knew he shoved himself away from the table and threw up.

A lot.