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She caught the sight of his blush, and she bent in to rub her cheek against the warm skin. She loved the way he looked, when he blushed for her. It had been so rare, before they were dating. Now, a touch, a look, a word, and Kettil's skin lit up. It delighted her to know she did that to him. She kissed his cheek, and then straightened up again.

"Of course I'm likings this. If yeh didn't realize that by now, yehr crazy. Why would I ask teh does this if I didn't know I was goings teh has fun touching yeh?" She tugged on the next dread she'd chosen to work on. "Besides, half of why I'm enjoying it is because yehr enjoying it. Aren'tcyeh?" One of her fingers poked his blushing cheek.

The idea of anyone else doing this to Kettil made Freya have to stop for a moment, as a surge of unabashed jealousy ran rampant through her. Of course, there was no one doing it to him, but the mere idea that someone could ever have the balls to touch her Kettil like this-

For the second time, Freya tried to calm herself from her irrational anger over an imaginary person. She ran her fingers through Kettil's free hair, over and over, just claiming him with her hands. "Yehr about halfway done, yeh knows." She purred out as she massaged his scalp. "Then I just don't knows what we're goings teh do." She bent all the way to the side and pulled out one of the snacks, unwrapped it, and put the sticks in her mouth.

Freya pulled the Slim Grim out of her mouth. "Ideas? Tell me! I wants teh knows what yehr ideas are!" She was pretending to sound equally innocent - two could play this game. She bit the Slim Grim one more time, before putting it down and getting back to work.

"Well, I thinks, once I figured out exactly what I was doings, it started to get easier. I did looks it up and reads a lot, yeh knows. I wanted teh makes sure I was doings it right. Here-" She slid all of her fingers into his hair, and her nails raked lightly down the scalp, all the way to his neck, before they crept back upward slowly in massaging strokes. "That feels better, ja?"

Freya's fingers stilled on his scalp, and she froze in place. Kettil wasn't being innocent anymore, was he? She supposed that game was over, in place of a new game - see how hard he could make Freya blush. He was winning that game pretty well, right about now. But apparently, that wasn't enough. He had to go for extra innings.

Freya bent down when he whispered in her ear, and her jaw dropped when she heard his suggestion. She just stayed where she was, staring unseeingly at the skelevision that still played the noisy little cartoon. When she blinked and her sight returned to her, she turned to give Kettil a disbelieving stare. It was a moment later before she grinned foolishly at him.

"I turned yeh naughty!" She cried out, hands lifted up into the air in some sort of victory pose. "Looks how much of a bad influence I am! Hurray!"

What an odd thing to be proud of.

"I am!" She chirped up quickly, pushing herself back on the couch when he turned around and leaned into her. It made him have to work harder to get that kiss, but she jutted her chin out as soon as his lips met it. He was so sweet, and adorable, and-

Those words, spoken with quiet and calm honesty, made her stomach plummet in anticipation. That was completely unfair. Kettil wasn't letting her win any of the games today. She was lost, completely lost, once again.

Her proud little smile vanished, and her breathing shallowed. She looked into Kettil's eyes, and saw just how serious he was.

She had created a monster.

"I needed a break anyway." She threw the comb and bottle out of her hands, and wrapped them around Kettil, wrestling him onto the couch.

Finn and Jake were never meant to see something like this. The show, and the world, faded to black.

Freya felt like the couch was eating her alive.

When Kettil returned, she was fading in and out of sleep, buried so far into the pillows of her couch that some of her wasn't even visible anymore. She heard his voice and slit her eyes open, making some sort of grumbly noise before pulling him back down and wrapping her arms around him. She let his back settle against her, and cuddled him like a teddy bear.

"I don't knows if I likes that show. My sister has weird tastes." It was hard to make a real opinion of the show.. she'd managed to actually register maybe one episode before everything about Kettil distracted her. His hair was the only thing she wanted to continue to deal with, and she ran her fingers across the remaining dreads sleepily. "Did yeh likes it? Yeh can puts it on while I finish yehr hair, if yeh wants. I don't cares what we watch." She bent in and nuzzled her nose against his neck. She felt like purring. If she was a cat, she would be. He made her so damn happy.

Music sounded nice, actually. She was going to agree to it, when he offered an alternative. She realized the reason they never sat and listened to music together was because Freya and Kettil always had something to talk about. She didn't know if there had ever been a moment where the two of them were together, and weren't chattering about some nonsensical topic or other. In fact, now that she thought about it, she didn't even know what kinds of music he liked because of it.

Which was, of course, now a topic of conversation.

"Oh, ja, it will settle! It has been all cooped up for a very long times, it needs more times teh calms down, though when yeh wash it that will helps!" She turned to look at him, with half dreaded hair and the other half gooped up and fluffy, and then snickered.

"No."

Never not honest with her Kettil.

"But yeh'll look beautiful when we're done!" She assured him, biting her tongue between her teeth playfully. "Okays, sits in fronts of me again, let's gets backs teh works!" She slowly got out of the hole he'd managed to bury her into in the couch, and started grabbing her supplies again.