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A low growl emitted from Freya's throat, before it died out suddenly and her eyes flickered up to his hair.

Oh. Right.

"First, I finish yehr hair, so I has something teh grabs onto when I wrestles yeh teh death. Then, I wipe that pretty smile off yehr face." She reached as far as she could and spanked him right on the a**. "Up. Lets me gets backs teh works."

Pressing against her body wasn't a defiance. It was more of a reminder of better things than wrestling, and it clouded her mind away from finishing his hair. "Hum." She murmured, her eyes cloudy and unfocused. "I guess that is okay too."

Kissing her felt like the start of something good. She took it as a sign to move forward, and parted her lips, begging for more. Instead, she got words. Stupid, stupid words.

She blinked in a daze, watched him pull away, and just laid there for a few seconds, wondering where things had taken a turn for the not sexy.

Then she pursed her lips and shook herself out of it.

"I didn't laughs at yeh before, did I?" She mumbled, sounding just a little put out. "Don't knows why yeh'd think I'd laugh now." She sat up, and plucked her tools from the side of the couch, where she'd left them, before immediately getting back to work on his hair. Joanie was still crooning away in the background, and the mood shifted back to comfort quicker than expected.

"But I guess I can waits." She bent in to murmur into his neck.

Freya was rolling those dreads. She was rolling them hard. Maybe she was going faster than before because she had a goal now. Or maybe, she was just being a brat about it. Whatever the case may be, she wasn't massaging his scalp playfully anymore. She was hard at work, getting his hair back out of the dreads one by one.

"Okays. If yeh says so. So what do yeh thinks of Joanie's new album so far?" Had he even been listening to it? She sure hadn't. What with drama, and then the promise of passion, really, she was surprised the album wasn't finished already.

Freya snickered at his answer. "Well of course she does. They keeps shovings new Joanies in there. I don't knows if any two Joanie albums are teh sames. But I thinks their second album is my favorites, because they does that song with JD, and because is mostly hard rock. Not that I didn't likes teh ballads in this one, but when I puts on Joanie, I usually puts her on teh dance."

And she did so like to dance.

"This album has a few good rock songs, but they keeps getting interrupted. They're trying teh stretch out teh other fans, I knows, I knooows.."

Seriously. Freya read teen magazines from cover to cover. It was like she was regurgitating them, word for word.

As soon as Kettil started to relax, Freya's hands slowed down, and her fingers crept up into his scalp again. She couldn't help herself. At this point, she was able to put her hands through his hair, and not be trapped forever. And that felt good. She couldn't wait until it wasn't all gooped up.

While she massaged his scalp with her fingertips, she caught him looking at a bit of his own hair. Her lips tugged with a quirked smile. "Having second thoughts?" Bad time for it, if so.

Freya shuddered at the idea of cutting her hair. "I'd do more than worry for a few seconds. I think I would cries for days. Cutting our hair is a sign of disrespects, of weakness. Our hair is a great symbol.."

And Hel had cut all of hers off. On purpose.

Freya shuddered again.

"But with yeh, I can already tells yehr goings teh look good. But I might be biased." She slipped her hands out of his hair, just to slide around his neck, shoulders, and then eventually his chest. Her nails scratched at his skin as she purred into his ear. "I thinks yehr sexy no matter what."

Freya's hands crept away from his chest and got back to his dreads.

"Nope."