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Freya was a lump of potatoes, slung over Kettil's shoulder, and she whined, reaching around behind him to tickle his sides. "Lets me dooown, I'm up, I'm upppp.." Her movements slowed, stopped, and then..

...

Was she snoring..?

That, above all things, had her up and awake with a screech, flailing to get out of his grasp and away from his teeth. She fussed and fought, squirming until she managed to get down onto her own feet, and when she did, she put her hands up like she was about to go kung-fu on him.

"NO YEH." She screamed, reaching out to pinch him right on the stomach before she finally pushed all of her hair back out of her face and stopped looking like a crazed woman. She took a deep breath, and then moved to push him on the shoulder one last time. "So many better ways teh wakes yehr ghoulfriend up, gods." She grumbled, walking away to bend down and grab clothing from her bag. "Do yeh needs teh showers first or can I?"

Since her back was to him when she'd bent to get her clothes, he couldn't see the look of clocked out shock on her face when she straightened up again. What had she turned her poor Kettil into? Those were supposed to be HER lines, when did he turn the tables on her?

She smoothed the shock out of her face, and turned around, smirking as she threw one of her shirts at his face. "Enough of that now, or I won't actually gets teh the shower." She warned, picking up her clothing quickly and leaving the room before he really did manage to distract her.

They had an actual deadline, even if it was hours away - distraction was a dangerous lure.

"Okays, be right back after I steals all yehr hot water."

There might have been a cackle of delight coming from the hallway before the bathroom door closed and Freya enjoyed a nice, long, hot shower.

When she returned to his room, she was dressed, but her hair was up in a giant towel, wrapped like a turban. She had a pair of white half stockings in her hand, and she sat down on his bed, immediately beginning to pull them up until they reached her thigh. "Did yeh packs for me, too?" She asked, with an innocent grin.

Freya's grin shattered into absolute horror for a full second before disbelief hit her like a brick, and she looked at the luggage he packed. Why did she even let herself fall for that for ONE second? As if he'd ever..

"I was goings teh be SO grateful if yeh'd done it, yeh knows." She pulled her last stocking up, and pushed off the bed, moving up until she stood right next to him. Her body leaned just enough to be close, without touching. "I was goings teh be like, oh, my Hooter, yehr so thoughtful, let me makes it up teh yeh.." She touched his lips with her finger, and then flicked his nose.

"But then yeh has teh says such terrible things. Gratefulness over!"

Kettil was the perfect man for Freya.

As she flopped down on top of his dead body and stared up at the ceiling, Freya sighed a very content sigh, and spread her arms out on either side.

"Hooter?" She whispered up into the air.

Freya pulled his arms tighter around her, wrapping herself up in his embrace.

"I really loves yeh." Her head tilted, just enough to see him through her side glance. "I knows I says it a lot, and I knows that yeh knows, but, yeh don't knows." She let out a soft sound of dismay, before turning around in his arms and crumpling against him.

"I believe in us." Maybe that explained what she was trying to say, better. She never could really find the words for moments like these.