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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:30 pm
Freya sniffed. She lifted her head when she heard her name, and rolled herself off the bed, barely managing to stand up as she trudged to the door and opened it. Her face was red, her nose even redder, and her eyes looked like she had been crying - but she had not been crying.
She would not give in. Sif could never make her cry.
She rubbed one eye with her fist and then rubbed her nose. Her voice sounded hoarse and grainy when she spoke. "Papa finally let yeh go, hah?"
She didn't wait for the answer, but instead just left the door open, turned back to the bedroll, and flopped back on it facedown.
Things were looking just fantastic.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:36 pm
Herryk followed the sound of a door opening only to hear Freya's voice call out to him. She sounded ... off to Herryk's ears, and he picked up the pace so that he could step through the door. Closing it quietly behind him, Herryk exhaled loudly and leaned weakly against the door. It creaked beneath his weight. Herryk frowned and turned his attention to Freya.
She looked and sounded suspiciously like she'd been crying. This infuriated Herryk, but he wouldn't give voice to it. He didn't want to upset anyone in Freya's family (most of all his Freya) and so he merely sat down next to the valkyrie and rubbed her back with a wide hand.
"Mmm, Freya's father is a very nice man," he said softly, "and Valdis is a most kind and generous woman."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:25 pm
Herryk's hand on her back was the nicest feeling in the world. All the terrible things in this household melted away, when she felt his hand. She wished she could walk down the aisle, holding those infernal rings, with Herryk's hand against her back. Then she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't care.
Everything would be just wonderful.
She let out a terribly cute little sigh of happiness, and turned around to face him, taking his hand and holding it against her stomach before he could pull away and ruin everything. She even managed a little smile. "Everyones here is crazy." Freya whispered, with not even half the anger and disgust she had just a moment ago. Herryk was putting her in a lucid, floaty state.
But then she remembered. And she sobered up real quick.
"And so, yeh snuck in to this little family reunion rather sneakily, didn't yeh, hah?" Her eyes flattened just slightly. Oh yes, she had not forgotten.
---
Was Odin being kicked out of his own den, his room of manliness, by this puny little-
The giant man slumped in his chair like a kicked puppy, climbed out, and pouted - and suddenly it was clear where his daughters had gotten that from, as well.
"What's a Papa gotta do to git some respects around here, hah.." He grumbled under his breath sorely as he proceeded to pound his way back to the dinner table.
Only to find they were cleaning up.
"PAPA'S STILL HUNGRY AND NO ONE'S KICKING ME OUTS OF THIS ROOM, YEH HEARS ME NOW WIMMENS!!?"
Flop when the daddy, and he proceeded to help clean the table - with his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:41 pm
For a long moment Herryk stared down at his hand that was flush against her stomach. Pinky finger to thumb, the breadth of his hand nearly spanned her belly. Herryk liked how that looked. He liked how small of form she was compared to him. It brought out a soft, protective feeling that blossomed in his belly. So intent was he on the comparison of his hand against Freya's stomach that he almost didn't hear her question. He did hear it, though, and he did proceed to promptly ignore it.
He slid his hand down to her hip and gave a squeeze, his gaze still not meeting hers until he lifted his eyes a second before he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead.
"Herryk... has a present for Freya." He peered around the room as if the world suddenly came back into focus, the glazed look in his eyes dissipating. "It is not much. It is in Herryk's bags. Where.." he cleared his throat, "where is Herryk's pack?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:00 pm
Herryk thought he was going to distract her out of the conversation.
That was cute.
She pushed herself up to rest on her elbows, eyeing him warily.
"Yehr bags are in the room next door. Yeh should get them anyways, before the ghouls get upstairs and starts going through yehr things. Which will happen, inevitably."
Her face still looked red from emotion, but her expression betrayed how she really felt. Herryk was the most comforting presence her entire life had known - and even if she was still mad at him for sneaking in on this trip, she was infinitely glad he was here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:05 pm
"Eep!" Mot yelped despite himself, his legs curling up onto the chair as Odin ripped off an arm rest.Yep. Yep, he had just imagined Odin doing that to his head. He'd never wrong a ghoul, but now? Now it was out of fear rather than chivalry.
Hel returned, and Mot found his posture relaxing. While her father was scary beyond all reason, the talk hadn't gone as badly as he imagined. Mostly because he was not being digested in the large man's stomach.
The big lug looked pathetic as he gave in to his small daughter's demand, lumbering off into the kitchen.
"Ah." Mot stared, then shook his head, getting up from the chair he was in to approach Hel. "How'd you do that?" Mot didn't understand the relationships between fathers and daughters, after all.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:44 pm
Hel waited until her father was out of the den to turn towards Mot, relief on her face as she waved a hand at him. “Bah, that is nothing, friend! Papa is a push over for us ghouls, eh? But don’t repeat that, or he’ll fuss.” The reaper chuckled a bit, and then frowned lightly. “Ah…I am sorry about that…he…didn’t say or do anything too…terrible, did he?” Hel’s brows furrowed, and as she waited for a response, the ghoul shuffled over to a nearby closet, where she started to pull out large, plush bed rolls, pillows and blankets. She tossed quite a few on the floor, in front of the fire place, and started to get them straightened out.
“Ah also…” Hel started, glancing up at the cowboil with a flat expression. “…Tomorrow…you can not laugh at me…or say the…the ‘C’ word.” She grimaced.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:45 pm
Herryk rose to his feet slowly, lumbering to the door of Freya's room before he turned to glance at her over his shoulder.
"Is Herryk sleeping in the den with Mot?" It wasn't that Herryk was going to sleep, really, and he didn't want to presuuuume that he would be allowed to sleep in Freya's room under her father's roof. That would be the best case scenario, but Herryk did not want to make assumptions that only made a fool out of him. Besides, sleeping arrangements hadn't been discussed. "Or should Herryk speak to Freya's mother about where he should rest tonight?"
There was a soft sort of smile on his face as he gazed at her. If she was truly, truly angry with him, she'd have never let him come into her room. That made him feel a little better about his deceit. Well, almost-deceit.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:05 pm
Freya turned to her side, impeccable in her lounging abilities that it was hard not to pose at him. "Yehr sleeping with Mot, downstairs." She answered, shooing him away with one hand. "I'll be ups here with all my sisters. Makings sure none of them try to sneaks down and shows yeh Brynhildr hospitality. Now go, bring me presents."
She hadn't actually asked where Herryk was sleeping, but she certainly assumed he would sleep with Mot - that's how her parents would have wanted it, after all. And like hell was she letting him sleeping anywhere near Fulla tonight. She'd seen that look in her sister's eye. She was hungry for more than just turkey legs at that dinner table.
Their father really needed to marry that ghoul off already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:32 pm
Herryk rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he slipped from the room. He moved into the next room over with a quickness that belied his massive form, snatching up his pack in one fluid movement before returning back to Freya's room. He wasn't going to give her the gift until he was on his way downstairs -- while presenting her with a present made him feel good, Herryk was not... confident of his prowess in writing poems. If she laughed while she read it, well, at least he didn't have to look at her face.
He'd worked almost a week on the poem, after all.
Leaving the door open this time, Herryk made himself comfortable on the floor with his legs crossed. He settled his little leather knapsack in his lap and then just ... stared at Freya for a moment before speaking.
"Herryk will give Freya her gift before he goes back down to the den." He was not sure what time everyone was going to bed. Sleep meant little to the draugr.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:33 pm
Mot smiled, shaking his head. "No, not really. I'm in one piece and everything." He chuckled, spreading his arms to show nothing was missing. "He just wanted to talk." About pumpkin making, evidently. Shiver.
He wondered if it was okay that he evaded the fact that he and Hel were not an item. He understood how the father came to such a conclusions; ghoul brings boil to wedding = date? However, in this house hold, Mot was not really husband material. Though Odin seemed to think some burgers and dumbbells would solve that problem, Mot was in no rush to look like Herryk. He was pretty certain that was physically impossible for him anyway.
He watched as Hel set things up, inwardly thinking a cot for him was useless, unless he was lucky and managed an hour or two of slumber.
Mot raised a brow at Hel's demand. "C word...? ...Oooooh.." Mot grinned a Cheshire's grin, leaning down to Hel. "Hmmm~... I make no promises." He teased.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:57 pm
“Ah, I am relieved to see and hear that, truly.” The reaper replied, sighing a bit as she fixed up the bed rolls along the floor, along with their proper pillows and blankets. “What did he talk about?” Hel thought she may have had some…ideas…and they were kind of mortifying. She knew how her family operated, especially considering the event they were all gathered here for. She also knew that setting up a bed for Mot was pointless but…that didn’t stop her from doing it anyways, and making sure it was the best it could be.
Hel scowled as Mot ‘ooooh’ed and paused, looking up at him as he leaned down towards her. A dark hand reached up to pinch his nose momentarily. “No ‘C’ words tomorrow. None.” She released his nose. “No pictures either.” She smoothed out the blankets on the roll that would be Mot’s. “…I’m…I’m going to be the….flower ghoul tomorrow.” She muttered.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:03 pm
Unacceptable.
Freya pushed herself up as soon as he'd spoken, and stretched out her back.
"I gots a better idea." She purred, reaching her hand out for him. "I needs to gets out of here for a bit. Do yeh wants to take a walk? Let Freya shows yeh all around where she grew up? And yeh gives Freya her present while we walk."
Her fingers curled quickly, gesturing for him to get up. She did not expect no to be an answer,
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:10 pm
. . .
Mot smirked. He smirked and then clamped his hand over his mouth, turning his upper body away from Hel, stifiling laughter.
He really was trying.
Very hard..
"I'mnotlaughingIswear--" Mot spoke through gritted teeth, bits of laughter coming out despite his efforts. Rough and tough Hel as a Flower Ghoul! Poofy dress? Flowers? Oh...Oh Jack!
Mot lost it, rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:10 pm
Herryk groaned.
"Fine, fine. A walk is good. While Freya shows Herryk all of these things, perhaps we can talk about the pumpkin-making? Odin seemed very worried that Herryk and Mot would not have enough Fear to do something about pumpkins, but Herryk did not know what Odin spoke of, and Mot did not seem willing to explain."
While he spoke, Herryk grabbed his pack and slung it over one shoulder. He'd best bring it with him. The thought of six or seven sisters rifling through his belongings did not sound too nice. Ready for this walk, Herryk made his way to the hallway.
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