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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:26 pm
Herryk couldn't explain the burning need he felt to see Freya. After the trials, the only thing he could think of was how desperately he needed to talk to her, to explain to her that he needed her like he needed the FEAR that pulsed through him. She was a part of him that he simply couldn't live without. If anything happened to her, he would go mad.
More than anything, he wanted her to know beyond a shadow of doubt that he loved her, only her, forever her. He had to know that Freya understood.
With a blind purpose made obvious by each and every movement he made, Herryk did not bother to knock when he entered Freya's dorm. He wasn't even sure if she was home, but when his eyes landed on the body that he so loved, Herryk brought himself before her. He fell to a knee, buried his face against her stomach, wrapped his arms around her waist... and just squeezed.
Thankfully Robert was nowhere to be seen.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:28 pm
Freya was annoyed that she'd been sent back to the dorms without word on how the groups were doing for the final challenge. The horsemen were such a bunch of bullies! She didn't know if she really wanted them coming to Amityville, after how they kept tossing stupid tasks at her poor baby boil, when it was obvious he was already the worthiest of heroes just by looking at him. It was so stupid. The entire horsemen group were stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
She been popping peanuts thoughtlessly into her mouth, and choked on one when the knock at the door startled her. She pounded her fist against her chest a few time to dislodge it, before hopping over to open the door. It wasn't necessarily a surprise that Herryk was standing there, but she still lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw him. All she had time to do was suck in a breath before he was down on his knees, grabbing her by the middle and squeezing her against him. His arms were holding her so forcefully, it actually hurt - and a little twinge of worry itched at her, as she wondered what had put him in so desperate of a mood.
"Hey.." She whispered, brushing both of her hands into his hair. "Baby boil, hey. Come on. I wants teh hugs yeh too, yeh know." She let out a little giggle, and leaned forward to close the door behind him, before wrapping her arms as best as she could around his shoulders. They mostly flopped against his back, because she had no real room to hug him.
The poor thing looked so rattled. Oh, great, what had those stupid horsemen done now? She was so glad she hadn't signed up for their little games.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:07 pm
"Freya can hug Herryk when Herryk is finished," the draugr mumbled against her stomach, nuzzling closer. Right now he just wanted to surround himself with the ghoul he clutched so desperately - maybe he'd talk more at some point, but right now he was perfectly happy just where he was.
Well.. maybe he needed a kiss.
Reluctantly pulling himself away from her, Herryk rested his hands on her hips and just stared up at her for a long moment.
"Herryk woke in his dorm. There was a paper there - Herryk didn't read it. Herryk just came here." He shook his head, leaning his head forward to rest his forehead against her for a brief moment.
"Herryk still does not know what happened. Herryk's team.. died.. except. Herryk does not know. It was... different than before."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:28 pm
The vibration of sound against her tummy made her giggle again. Truly she could wait for her hugs, if it meant he was going to drape all over her like this for a while. Who wouldn't like someone prostrating themselves against their body? She wiggled in his hold, stopping once he actually pulled himself away and stared down at her.
His eyes, those haunted eyes she remembered from the last time, were back. They made her smile disappear in moments. She continued to stare up at him cautiously, even as he rested against her forehead. But when he mentioned dying..
"Ugh!" Freya's foot stamped and she huffled angrily. "Are yeh kiddings me? They killed yeh again? Why are we evens listenings teh these horsemen people when all they're doings is playings with us!" Her hands left him, and folded in front of her, as she pouted. "That whole stupid trial was just.. just.. so STUPID!"
Freya did not like the horsemen. Freya did not like them at all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:45 pm
"Freya," Herryk rose to his feet to clasp his hands over her shoulders before slipping them down to cup her elbows, "Herryk is not kidding. This was... different. The feeling of it all. It felt nothing like the times before. It felt like the end. The real ...end." He shook his head.
"Emily was frightened of the fog.. and when we went to the Heights, there was nothing there anymore. And there were beasts made of mist, Freya. These beasts spoke of home." Herryk shook his head, looking concerned.
"These Horsemen classes... Herryk would feel better if Freya did not take part. Please." He paused, jaw clenching.
"Before the trials, Herryk was upset. Herryk was depressed, even. After everything that happened ... between Kettil and Freya - and then after talking to Kettil, especially." He tilted his head to the side, watching her carefully. Herryk leaned in, his expression earnest as he continued. "If.. Herryk .. if anything happens to Herryk - anything permanent - Freya knows that.. Freya knows how much Herryk loves his Freya, hmm? It is important."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:53 pm
Freya looked startled as Herryk struggled to get her to understand the magnitude of the situation, and her eyes widened in fear. When he spoke of Emily, her heart leapt, and her pout returned, but out of sadness this time, instead of anger.
She let out a little huff when he asked her not to join the classes, and looked as though she was about to be stubborn as usual, but her response was just the opposite. "Hah, as if yeh had teh tells me teh do that. I wouldn't come nears anything those horsiemens are planning if my life depended on it. They can goes back to their horsielands for all I cares, we should be takings care of ourselves! And not playings in the sand and makings believe we are dying."
She was adamant, and strong-willed, but as soon as the topic turned to Kettil, her body crumpled in guilt. She didn't want to bring that up anymore.. she didn't even want to think about it. Anything but that.
But she would have been happy to talk about Kettil, after hearing Herryk discuss permanent happenings.
"Stop it." She whispered harshly, as her eyes filled with pain. "Don't talks like that. I can't even thinks - no, just, nothings going to happens teh yeh. Don't.. don't talks like that." She wrapped her arms around his waist, and slammed the side of her face against his stomach. "I needs yeh forevers. Nothing can happens teh yeh that is permanent.. except for me."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:06 pm
Herryk's voice was a low, hoarse whisper.
"Freya cannot promise that nothing will happen to Herryk, just like Herryk cannot promise that everything will be fine." He wrapped his thick arms around her, clasping her tightly against his chest. After seeing the mist, after seeing the remnants of their home, Herryk knew that it was worth protecting. This was home. This was where he belonged. Right here, in the slender arms that wrapped around him with such deceptive strength.
This was worth protecting if nothing else was. Herryk didn't know what the Clans had in store for those that signed up, but after the terrifying sense of forever that Herryk had faced...
"Herryk just has to make sure that Freya knows. Before all this happens... Herryk just has to make sure that Freya knows how much Herryk loves her."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:36 am
Herryk was starting to really agitate her, and she was tensing up in his arms, wiggly and unhappy with the direction the conversation had turned. But once he was done, Freya's brow furrowed deeply as she really looked at him, and her shoulders slumped. "Herryk.." Her whisper sounded slightly chastising, in the gentlest of ways. "I know yeh loves me. I'll always know that. Just like yeh knows I'll always love yeh. Why would yeh even worries about that? If there's one thing in this stupid place I've always been able teh counts on, it's always been yeh." She lifted her hand up and let it sit on his cheek, her fingers splayed against his dark skin. "Do yeh knows how much I loves yeh?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:00 am
"Yes."
After all they'd been through and everything they'd shared - even after the little bumps here and there, Herryk could say with certainty that he knew exactly how much Freya loved him. He despised himself for upsetting her like this, but during his last moments at the trials he'd been the only thing that he'd thought about. The last thoughts he had hadn't been of anyone else.
Turning his face to press a soft kiss against the palm of her hand, Herryk closed his eyes. He was just... exhausted. Every inch of him ached down to the very core of him, the sort of tiredness went beyond muscle, bone and skin. It was a hellish thing, one that would not go away with mere rest and relaxation.
With a slight smile the draugr leaned his forehead forward and closed his eyes.
"Freya loves Herryk as much as Herryk loves Freya." He paused, opened one eye to peer down at her before whispering cheekily, "Well, Herryk might love Freya just a little more - Herryk will not be outdone."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:22 am
A happy little comfort settled over Freya when Herryk seemed content with her answer. She smiled, even though the way he slumped against her spoke of his exhaustion, and took his hand to lead him to the couch. His last words stopped her before she could move, however, and all worry about his exhaustion or sadness flew out the window.
"Oh. Ohohoho. Ho. Is that a challenge?" her eyes narrowed dangerously, but her smile remained.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:36 am
Despite his tiredness, Herryk couldn't help the way his body quickened when presented with Freya's words. A challenge?
Herryk's lips parted in a mischievously taunting grin.
"Herryk would not challenge Freya to something Freya could not hope to win, beloved." His grip tightened around her, tensing with something that could only be described as need. Always need, always for Freya.
One brow twitched upwards, fingertips digging into the supple flesh beneath them. So maybe it was a challenge - one that Herryk was ready to take up standing here, against the wall, the couch, the floor, the bed...
Suddenly he wasn't feeling quite so exhausted.
"Yes. This is a challenge."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:03 pm
Damn him. Damn that thick, stubborn giant and his taunting glares, and the way he made her blood boil. Damn him! She already forgot what it was they were competing over, overwhelmed by the mere thought of competition itself. She would win! She didn't know what she would win, but oh, she would win. She growled up at him ferally, and backed away a step, bending down just enough to give her a boost as she leapt up at him, chaining him with her arms and legs. She almost headbutted him, because, again, she'd forgotten what it was they were competing over, but stopped herself just in time and pressed her forehead against his, instead.
"Challenge accepted." She hissed through clenched teeth, which then opened just to lean in and bite his lower lip with. She was totally going to win.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:02 pm
Herryk wiggled his hands loose, promptly gripping the back of her thighs. He gave her entire body a quick readjusting against his front, grunting loudly as he dug his fingers into her soft, pale skin. Herryk snarled softly at the raw bite she delivered to his lip, brows dropping as his eyes narrowed.
He moved to the nearest wall, pinning her against it as he gripped her forearms and pulling them away from his body only to press them forcefully against the wall. He would never tire ofthe soft give of her body, the way her woman's curves gave way to his harder form.
"Freya wins," he growled roughly against her mouth, "now let Herryk give Freya her prize."
And then they played a game of pin the Herryk on the Freya. Herryk won.
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