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As tempting as it was to get Herryk to take what little clothes he had off... he had a point! Her eyes opened to saucers. "SHOES." She practically screeched out, looking as though she was going to get up all over again. "I almost forgots I still has to pick out shoes!"

She wouldn't make it far, obviously, due to her own realizations coupled with Herryk likely stopping her. She pointed over to the closet instead, and let out a snicker. "Go takes off the tops of the boxes and find the ones that match with the clothes I had yeh puts in my bag, okay?"

Oh.

Boil.

This was going to be harder than she'd thought.

"I has to look good, okay? Shoes makes my legs looks good. And no, those are not goings to go with me. Take the red ones, and the black heels, and the silver ones, and the blue ones, and the white ones.."

There were three white ones.

"Oh and my sneakers. Just in case!"

"Yeh, the hooked black boots. Yeh sees them, in the corner? Not in a box. Those are my favorites. Puts those in, and that's it!" She felt a sense of accomplishment fill her - even though she hadn't lifted a finger. "And then, that box on my dresser, if yeh close and clasp it, and put it somewheres safe in a corner of the bag so it doesn't opens up and spills everythings everywhere. Ja?"

Wow, that silence was a little awkward. Her content little smile dropped, and then she started to bite her lip. Ooookaaay..

"So."

What, exactly, did they have to be awkward about? He had been cuddled against her not five minutes ago, and neither of them seemed to have a problem. It just seemed like now, now that they were planning on it, it was..

For lack of a better word, yes, awkward.

She gestured him over with one hand. "Yeh puts me to sleep now?"

Freya thought she had already moved as much as she could, but..

"Boil, yehr needy!" She piped up at him, snickering as she smushed to give him even more room. "Goings to wakes up and has a draugr crushings me one morning, I can already tells. Flat as pancakes. Poor Freya, died of being smushed. That is what my tombstones will say."

She turned on her side, and reached out to brush one finger down the lines that the muscles made in his back. There were so many muscles. How did one boil get that many muscles, anyway? Where did they all come from? They moved and shifted as he took his boots off. "Yehr very handsome." Freya whispered. "Yeh knows that, don't yeh?"

Freya settled in, both of her hands flattening against one another and slid under her head. She grinned when they were face to face, but her eyebrows both rose when he told her what he thought of herself. Freya knew she was pretty. She just assumed people as .. well, people like Herryk knew how yum they were, too.

"Yehve got to me kidding me." She breathed out, chuckling quietly. "Herryk. It's kinds of funny yeh don't realize.." One hand pulled away from her head and she brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. "Herryk is the hottest boil Freya has ever met. Ever. Yeh makes me feel all funny when yehr around. Like I don't thinks straight. It's.. haha. It's silly, I knows. But yehve got the most amazing body, and yehr so strong, and beautiful, and then yeh have to go and have the sweetest heart in the world too, and- and it's just not fair."

She'd started to stutter slightly in frustration at her inability to properly express just how perfect Herryk actually was.

"Yehr right. yeh do belongs to me. And don't yeh forget it." She scratched her nails down one of the flat planes of his upper chest when she said it, and made a very possessive face. "But it's not fair that yeh has that.. power. Makes me feel silly. Like I'm not worth it." Which she was, of course. Even as she said it she realized that wasn't quite what she felt. "Or like.. I need to be a better person. Because yehr the best person, and yeh wants.. me. So. I don't know. I'm not making sense, am I? I'm sorry."

She rose her hand up off his chest and put it on her mouth, effectively shutting herself up.