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The nipping didn't stop until she heard him sigh, and then she kissed the last spot she'd bit and pulled her head up, cocking it in a moment of confusion. It only lasted a moment - the blush on his skin was beautiful, and telling. Her questioning gaze melted away in place of absolute giddy pride, and she grinned widely, as a single giggle escaped her in a bubble of movement.

"Good. No punishments. We just plays the bitings game until yeh thinks of a better game teh plays." She leaned in and bit the tip of his nose, very softly.

Her heart felt sore and full. She loved the sweet, sighing, blushing man that held her in his warm arms. She loved him so very much.

Freya liked the kissing game. She was ready to buckle down and play it, without squirming away this time, but Kettil had to go and try to taunt her with the threat of other games. Her face squished up, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"No no I don't wants teh plays that game. We can plays the kissing game unless yeh makes me squirm, because if yeh plays that game, I will plays the 'gets away from Hooter' game. I like that game, I won it last time by going under the bed! I does it again if yehr not nice.."

Was she threatening him? By golly, she was.

Bam.

Freya's cheeks flooded with the brightest burst of color, and she let out a sudden snort, biting her lips to keep from laughing out loud. She still wasn't used to Kettil being so forward in discussion of.. well.. that. It delighted her just as much as it embarrassed her, and it made her laugh most of all. She punched him right in the chest, keeping her lips pulled in by her teeth to keep from laughing. "I don't thinks I was squirmings very much there, Hooter. There wasn't much room for it. If yehr talkings about the squirmings game, is one thing. If yehr talkings about the keep Freya quiet so we don't get arrested game, is another."

..Okay. In truth, she liked both games. But for the sake of argument, she was sticking to her guns on this one.

She couldn't argue that, even if she wanted to. "It was fun." She whispered, looking at him sheepishly. "And I do, too."

It didn't matter what they were doing. Even if they were curled up on the floor, picking up the pieces of her broken heart, somehow, Freya found herself having fun because she was with Kettil. It wasn't fair, sometimes, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

She brushed her hand across his hair lovingly, just appreciating his presence, and the simple fact that somehow, he loved her. He wanted her. The beautiful angel that held her in his arms had decided that she was the one for him. She was reveling in the thought, soaking in every moment of her good fortune.

"I wants teh do something.. completely normal with yeh tonight, Hooter." It was a strange request, but she thought he would understand, eventually. "I don't wants teh goes out, I don't wants teh does anything remarkable or amazing or mind-blowing. I wants teh be with yeh, just be with yeh, and have a completely normal day."

They'd shared so many perfectly normal days. So many lovely, mundane, ridiculously ordinary days. Curled up in blankets and pajamas watching movies, playing games, or even just whispering their secrets to each other under the covers and making each other laugh. She wanted one of those nights, more than anything. She wanted to feel like everything was going to be all right, one day.

Because it wasn't, yet. Not just yet. But it had to be. One day.

Freya tilted her head to look at the mattress and let out a bark of a laugh. Then she lifted it up just enough to try and shove him back down under it. "OKAYS IT BELONGS ON TOP OF YEH!" She bellowed, as she tried to shove her boilfriend under her bed.

She was a tiny little thing, so easily picked up as he stood with her still in his arms, and she yelped when the floor and the bed were both out of her reach, clinging to him warily as though he would ever drop her. "Ach, but yehr so dirty!" She grumbled, leaning in to sniff his neck and make a face of disgust. "Smells like yeh been digging graves all night. Which might actually be a good smell on another man." OH BURN.

"Ja, yeh needs a shower, I can smells yeh from - HAY!" She had just realized that he was carrying her off with him, and she started to bite his neck again in an effort to get him to let go. Which - of course - would prove to do nothing of the sort. "Yehr the one that needs a shower, not me! I smells like autumn damn flowers!"

She probably didn't smell that nice, since she hadn't taken a shower in days, to be quite honest. And if he'd asked her to shower earlier that day, she would have forced him to come with her. But now, things were different. Kettil had broken that mysterious spell that had held her so captive, and suddenly she was trying her best to get out of his arms, laughing through it all.

So they'd managed to play the squirming game, after all.

Freya struggled for all of a minute more, and then she fell limp in his arms, acting like a dead body. Her head lolled over his arm, and she was dead weight, completely unhelpful in any way.

She let out a long sigh, as if it were her last breath, and fluttered her eyes shut.

Freya Brynhildr had fled this mortal coil.