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Her other half. It was weird, knowing that after everything she'd been through, he was there, waiting. The rest of her. Just waiting until she was ready to be whole.

She put her head in the crook of his neck, and made believe, for just a moment, that she was just a part of him, and not her own messed up person.

"Half of you needs a shower, Hooter." Freya murmured playfully into his neck, nibbling at the skin before rolling off of him. "And not the half that already took it." They were on a schedule, after all. Spending the entire day mooning over how much she adored him was just as dangerous of a distraction as.. that other thing that almost got her.

"Augh gross-" Freya pushed herself away from her other half, and started searching around for her shoes. Had he packed them, too? What was she even going to wear then? "Did yeh puts away all my shoes, Hooter?" She murmured, looking under the bed for a pair. Or at least, a pair that matched her outfit. Priorities.

"May-" When she stood back up to look at him, he was already gone. "-.. the ********?" Her eyes squinted in suspicion, and she immediately went for her luggage, ready to tear it apart until she found her shoes. If he'd done something to them...

She was going to tear her other half in half.

She opened the bag up and filched through it, quickly finding the shoes she was looking for and taking them out. Kettil was safe.. for now. He was just teasing her again.. as usual.

She closed up her luggage and put her shoes next to the door.

Freya, having done everything she needed to do to get ready, was spending her time being nosy all over Kettil's room. She'd just managed to sit at his desk and start messing with his computer when he walked in, dressed in nothing but a towel, and asked for help.

She gave him no such help. She just leaned back in the chair, and took him in, from head to toe. Her eyes drank in his features like an alcoholic takes his first shot of the day.

Gods, he was beautiful.

And she still wasn't helping him find any clothes.

"Mmmmm." She practically purred, bending even further back so she was able to get just the right view when he went for his luggage. "Ja.. I found what I was looking for."

Oh, and her shoes, too.

She might have been leaning just enough to try and reach out, fingertips stretching carefully in hopes of snagging the edge of that towel..

Freya pouted childishly when she was swatted away, and sat back up in the chair, huffing with indignation. "Wasn't tryings teh does nothing but looks." She muttered, even though that was a bold faced lie and they both knew she wouldn't have been able to stop herself.

But it was nice to dream.

"Yehr just so pretty, Hooter." She sighed, as she rested her head on the back of the chair and stared at his body openly. The lines of his muscles, the way his stomach curved down and led further, to things hidden by stupid, stupid towels..

"NO-" She scrambled so quickly as she screeched, that she actually fell out of the chair, crumbling to the ground before hopping back up to her feet. "No." She repeated, this time calmer. "I'm fine. Just get changed. I'm fine. I can just enjoy the view, I have some self-control. Gosh, Hooter, what do yeh thinks I am, anyway?"

Exactly what she was, probably. Obsessed with every part of him.

She was definitely watching.

When Kettil was fully dressed, Freya looked overly disappointed. "Much worse!" She barked out like a brat, before the disappoint faded into a childish grin. "But at the same times, very good too. Yeh looks good. Better a minute ago.. but at least now we can walk outsides."

And finally, because all that leaning meant it had to happen eventually.. the chair leaned back too far and Freya flailed as she toppled overboard.