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Brushing against Freya's nose made her feel like she was 12 years old. In fact, Kettil made her feel like a kid very often. Perhaps that was why he was her best friend. In his arms, she felt like she did when she was young, and free, and had no cares. Especially at a time like this, it always felt so good to feel carefree.

She smushed her nose against his, hard, then leaned up and gave him a second's worth of a kiss. "Okays, good teh knows I'm stuck with yeh. I'm goings teh gets ready for bed. Get off me." She grinned up at him cheekily, and squirmed to try and get free.

Poor Kettil's breakdown was sadly missed by the valkyrie, as she popped up off the couch and rubbed her face with her hands as she walked to her bed. Her pajamas were sitting there in a pile waiting for her, and she gave a quick glance over to the couch to make sure Kettil wasn't being a pervert, before pulling her shirt off over her head.

"I feels like I owes yeh something for all yeh does for me, Hooter." Freya chirped out from where she was dressing. "Name yehr price. What can I gives yeh? Anything yeh wants!" She pulled her pajama top over her head, and pulled down her sweatpants. Then she held them up, and gave them a distasteful glance.

Being anorexic had affected her sense of style..

He was right, of course. But damn if she wouldn't feel better if she could make it up to him. "Is not about price, is about makings me feels better! Yehr.. there for me. When I needs yeh. And that's, that's a big deals. Okay?" She fidgeted with the hair behind her ear awkwardly. "And I just want teh does something so I feels like.. like betters about it. Jack!" She punched him in the shoulder. "Just tells me something already!"

She threw her sweatpants around his shoulders, tied them around his neck, and then tightened it enough to choke him with it. Because that's what best friends are for.

Her pajama bottoms were right at her hands level, so she just picked them up and started hopping on one foot to get them on.

Freya pulled the drawstring of her ridiculous pajama pants, and her entire body looked like it lost all its bone mass as she shrugged dramatically at his response. "Noooo, why are yeh doings this teh me. Okays, look. I tells yeh what. I gives yeh times teh thinks about some way I can pays yeh backs for.. well.. honestly? I thinks yeh and Hel are kind of savings me from.. well, I don't knows what. Somethings worse than death. All I knows is, I owes yeh my life, and yehr not getting away from me until I've managed teh does SOMETHING teh makes up for likes, this teeeeny tiny bits of what yeh dones for me. So shuts up." She got up on her tiptoes and kissed his chin, then dropped back down and gave him a cursory glance, one eyebrow lifting. "Yeh feels hot. Yehr not sick, are yeh?" She reached up to feel his head with the back of her hand, but when she touched his skin, she realized he was blushing.

Heaviness fell on her. Her brows creased deep in thought. She just watched him for a moment, brushing her hand away from his forehead, down his face, and eventually falling back down to her side.

"Hooter, if I'm makings yeh uncomfortable," She whispered, worry lacing through her voice. "Yeh don't has teh stays with me."

But even as she said it, she realized that falling asleep alone tonight would break her. She kept the truth to herself, because Kettil's needs came first.

Freya watched him very carefully, her blue eyes calculating for a moment, before she let it go - for now. She took his handkerchief as soon as he dropped it, wrapped it around her forehead, and then crawled onto the bed. When she was at the head of it, she flopped around and sat there, giving him an amused glance.

"Not evens teh gets some pajamas..?" She was looking at those pants you were wearing, Kettil. They did not look comfortable. And sleeping naked was not an option.

Freya looked absolutely startled. For all the times she'd said she was his best friend, and all the nights they'd stayed up forever talking about one another, and being complete idiots, she realized one very pathetic thing.

She'd always fallen asleep first. Always.

"Jack damnit, I'm buyings yeh some pajamas next time I am at the store." She gave his pants another unamused look. "If yeh rubs against me with those pants while I'm asleep, I'm goings teh punch yeh in the balls." She'd never had a problem with it before, but she was a heavy sleeper. Now that she was awake and contemplating it, however, it looked absolutely frightful.

"OWLS!"

This was Freya's reaction to Kettil's boxers.

"Endy, did yeh gets him teh buys those? Look how cutes they are! I wants a pair, where did yeh buys them? Ah, looks at the cute little-"

This was around the moment Freya realizing she was cooing at Kettil's lower region, and quit being a complete idiot.

"Right. Yes. Better! Okays." She lifted her legs up, slid them under the thick, plushed covers, and buried herself in them up to the neck. It made her look small, but most things did nowadays.

Then she realized the light was still on. "Oh." She crossed her eyes at her stupidity, and crawled back out of the bed, tiptoeing over to the lightswitch. Once she flipped it closed, the room went dark, but the moon flooded its quiet light in through the window.

She scampered back to the bed, anxious to get back under the covers.