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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:27 pm
Buried under all of the covers, Freya was still fast asleep. She was balled up tight, the covers wrapping her from head to toe, so that she just looked like a big ball of fabric.
A little snore, muffled through the blankets, filtered out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:42 pm
He tilted his head a bit to the side as he leaned forward and gently poked her just to make sure she was alive before he wandered over toward his kitchen where he quietly went about making breakfast for the both of them. Kettil wasn't a fantastic cook but there were a couple of things he could cook well and breakfast happened to be a specialty of his.
Kettil seemed thoughtful for a moment before he got things out to make some pancakes. Pancakes sounded really good right now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:54 pm
The poke did not wake her, but the smell of food did. Once the pancakes were well underway, Freya's head slowly popped out from under the covers, and she started to wrap herself with the blankets and stand up. Cocoon!Freya shuffled over to the kitchen, and rested her chin on Kettil's shoulder.
"Huuungggggeeeee."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:09 pm
By the time she stirred and wandered over he'd already made a few nice pancakes and had set them on a plate, the feeling of her chin against his shoulder felt nice. It was comfortable and almost reassuring. He tilted his head toward her and chuckled, "Go have yourself a seat, Freya. I'll bring you your plate in a sec, I'm almost done." He was pouring the last bit of batter into his frying pan so that he could finish up and then sit to eat with Freya.
Something had begun to stir inside his mind. A question of sorts. Idle curiosity.
Yet he also wanted to wait a minute until she was more awake and had a bit of food in her stomach.
Okay so that was a lie there was one question that couldn't wait, "Want milk or juice?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:13 pm
"Uuuunnffgghhh." She groaned, unhappy that she couldn't just reached out and shove the pancakes into her mouth. She trudged over to the seat, flopped down into it, and let the covers fall off her shoulders. When the pancakes were put on the table, she sighed happily and dropped her chin to the table to stare up at them.
The question was answered with a resounding "Yes."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:21 pm
There was a stare associated with her answer. One of those long confused stares before he just got her a glass of juice and a glass of milk and set them down near her plate and then put down a container of syrup and a smaller plate with a bit of butter and then he got his own plate of pancakes and drink and moved to sit nearby so he could eat with her.
"I hope they taste good. I can make more if you're still hungry after that." He said cheerfully as he moved to eat his meal.
Endzela? She was still sleeping.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:47 pm
Freya snuck her knife and fork over to the stack, and started piling and cutting. She poured syrup all over her pile and munched away. "I think yeh forgets that I can just eats forever and not stops. I'd eatchyeh out of house and homes, hah!" Freya giggled and took a bite of the pancake on her fork, then into her mouth, and slinking down in happiness.
"Yeh makes good pancakes."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:59 am
He let out a short laugh of his own, "You have yet to prove you can eat more than me so I forgot nothing," despite the teasing tone something about it was somber as if something was upon his mind.
Kettil had lots of things on his mind.
"Thanks. I am glad you approve," he said sincerely to her with a small smile.
A small thought came in the form of 'I bet Herryk doesn't cook breakfast for you like *I* do.'
This thought was then squished because Kettil was pretty sure Herryk did all the things for Freya. A mildly depressing thought.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:58 pm
She shook her fork at him, before stabbing it with another piece of pancake. "Yeh better believes I'm goings teh proves it!" She put pancake in her mouth with a determined expression, her eyes going wide. Then she continued chewing and her blissful expression returned. "These are so goooooooood, whatchyeh makes them with?" Sharing cooking recipes? ******** yeah.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:35 pm
"Good cause I'm gonna drag you out real soon for that proof." Yes, drag her out against her will...Supposedly. So really the joke is on him since she'd go willingly. That is if his questions went over well.
Kettil peered over at her, "Well you know how to make pancakes, right? I just add some chocolate powder to it," he said cheerfully. By a bit it was more like a lot. It gave the pancakes a nice bit of cocoa-y flavor that he enjoyed now and again.
There was a pause as he ate his pancakes after he prepared them to his liking. Should he ask now? She seemed awake enough, "Hey Freya? I want to ask you a couple of questions before ya leave, would that be okay?"
He knew he couldn't keep her there forever.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:44 pm
Cocoa powder. So simple, and yet, it explained exactly why she was orgasming with every bite. She nodded at the answer, giving him a thumbs up before stuffing her face again. Then he asked her if he could ask her questions, which in and of itself seemed weird coming from him. She swallowed and gave him a curious look.
"Since when do yeh gots teh ask me if yeh can asks me something? Yeh knows I already promised yeh I'd tell yeh anythings yeh wanted. Come on, lays it on me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:49 pm
Unf. That Freya. So sexy.
"Well I was making sure you were awake enough so I asked first," he laughed a bit as he pushed some of his pancakes about as if trying to gather just the right amount to eat.
Kettil paused a bit before he looked over at Freya, "How did you know when...you loved Herryk?" he asked softly. He assumed she loved Herryk by now. He was selfish and didn't really go into asking for statuses for that particular pair, ever.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:54 pm
There was a piece of pancake still hanging out of her mouth when she stilled, and her eyes turned up to stare at him. She slurped up the piece, chewed, and swallowed, which made for a few moments of awkward, chewy silence, before she finally answered.
"It was when he came to my sister's wedding." She promised Kettil she would always be honest with him, she reminded herself. Always. Even if it hurt. "Thor had done things. Bad things. And I thoughts.. I don't knows. I thinks I am dirty. Broken. I do not deserves someone like Herryk. I do not deserves happiness."
She put down the fork, her appetite lost. "But I was givens it, anyway."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:02 pm
It hurt. It pummeled him straight in the chest and did not let up but he still sat there and nodded a small smile still on his face, "That's good," he couldn't bring himself to hate Herryk especially not now since he was there for her when she needed it most. He pushed his pancake around a bit thoughtfully before he said, "You aren't broken or dirty but you know I thought that from the very start. You're sweet and loyal and I admire that about you. I mean yeah you're pretty but I don't think ... I'd like you as much if you were mean and terrible person on the inside. You are everything but terrible on the inside."
He sighed a bit, "I know you don't love me the same way and ... Honest I can deal with that."
Just so long as you love me at all.
Kettil cleared his throat a bit, "So...If Herryk..wasn't in the picture..and it was just us would you..ever consider dating me then?"
No he wasn't going to kill or sabotage Herryk...Maybe. No promises.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:13 pm
Kettil could have tried to comfort her a million times, but there was no one who could ever convince her that she wasn't dirty, deep down inside. The damage had been done, far too long ago. All she could do was slap a band-aid on it and try to live her life regardless. This much was obvious by the way her eyes stared at the pancakes, and refused to look at him, even when he tried to talk it out of her.
But when he asked her that question, her eyes did flicker up, and her eyebrows tilted in a mixture of sadness and something else. Something strange.
"Yeh asked me that once before, yeh knows." She whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. She knew Herryk would always be there for her. But if he wasn't..
"And the answer hasn't changed." She reached up and poked her pancake with one finger. "Course I would. Yehr perfect."
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