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"Oh, helps, helps me, I am needs helps please someone!!" Freya was making a very high pitched voice as she cried out for help. She was also waving her Mitsu plushie from the K9 club in the air as she did it. On its head was a tiny little cone and some fabric, which made it look like a princess hat. "Helps me, please, I am traps in this castle with the big bad doggie guardings it!"

She dropped the Mitsu plush and grabbed her Demi plush, forcing it to stomp around. "RAWWWWWWWR BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK I AM EVIL AND EAT PRINCESSES RAWRRR." All of her tart pets, in their little pen, watched her curiously. She waved the Demi plush at them. "RAAAAAAAAAAAWR!!!!!!!"

Their tiny high pitched screams and little scampering feet were the perfect addition to her scenario.

"Is okays, princess Mitsu, I will comes and saves yeh!" Freya's voice was low pitched and super manly, as she picked up.. an empty cardboard roll of toilet paper.

With a frowny face drawn on it.

"I will gets yeh, evil doggie, takes that!" The cardboard roll smacked the Demi plush until it fell over on its side. "Jump, Princess Mitsu, I catch yeh!"

Freya picked up the Mitsu plush, held it high above her head, right above the toilet paper roll, and... dropped it.

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-SPLAT SHUN IS PANCAKES."

Freya screeched when she heard the voice behind her, and threw Mitsu directly at his face while scrambling away. She was seconds away from throwing Demi as well, when she actually realized who it was. She squinted her eyes at him carefully.. and then threw the Demi plush at him.

"HOOTER! Yeh scares me!" She laugh-yelled at him. No sooner had she decided to tell him off for sneaking up on her, had she noticed he came bearing a box.

All was forgiven.

"What's thaaaat?" She asked, poking it playfully.

Freya's head cocked to the side when she caught that blush. It seemed she was right, he'd brought her a gift, but it wasn't just something he went out and bought. He had made something. Just for her. Those were her favorite kinds of gifts from him! Was it more jewelry? Or feather accessory? Or maybe a frame with their picture inside of it so she could-

... a cupcake.

He'd made her.. a cupcake.

Freya's face didn't change much as she opened the box in his hands, so the confusion wasn't really visible in her expression. She just kind of stared at it for a minute, as she tried to reason why Kettil would have made her food. Fatty food, at that.

But then she started to notice things. Like how the cupcake was frosted pink. And it had little adorable flower sprinkles. And how hard he'd obviously worked on it, since the last time he'd attempted to make cupcakes they looked like tiny lumps of coal. This was at least a pretty, and definitely edible cupcake. Just a single cupcake. For her.

Freya's lips curved upwards in a soft, touched smile. She took the box out of his hands, and held it up to look at it closer. He'd tried so hard. Every stroke of frosting looked like he'd tried to make it perfect without knowing how. All the little crystals and sprinkles looked evened out, as if he'd put thought into each and every one.

She held the box in one hand, against her side, so she could stand flush again him. Then she got up on her tiptoes, and lifted herself to reach his lips, trapping them with her own.

"Shuts up." Freya whispered, pulling him back down to her by his hair. "I wasn't done kissings yeh yet." Her teeth pulled on his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, and then her lips molded into his, relishing the warmth and heat they brought. She realized before it was too late that she was getting flushed, and it was hard to think. It was then that she finally pulled away, and took a deep, cleansing breath.

Cupcake. Right.

"So.. workings on how teh bakes, hah?" She murmured, smiling up at him hazily. She brought the cupcake back up between them, and her nose pinched as she relished how cute it looked. "Is too pretty. I don't knows if I can eat it, then it will be gones and I will be sads.."

Drat. That had backfired on her. She chuckled softly and shook her head. "I don't thinks yeh has teh makes me any more food, but.." She held the box up to him, peeking over the cover innocently. "We shares it?" It didn't matter how many calories the cupcake had, or fat content, or whether the sugar was going to make her hyper. If it meant sharing it with Kettil, she knew she'd love every minute of it.

Fingers brushing against hers made her gaze flicker to her hands, brow furrowing curiously at the sensation. It was such a light touch, it was hard to tell if he realized how it made her heart flutter. Just a simple touch. It seemed so innocent. She wrapped her pinky around his finger as it slid away, and put her focus back on the cupcake.

Freya could smell the sweetness from here. She refused to let him see it, but her stomach twisted and turned in dismay. She watched the soft, moist cake pull apart in his fingertips, and swallowed thickly. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Looking from him, to the cake in his fingers, and back to him, she chose to focus on Kettil's eyes as her mouth opened and she took the piece of cupcake in. Her lips closed around his fingers, and the sweetness hit her tongue too hard. But she also tasted the salty subtleness of his fingertips. Her tongue focused on that, licking them clean. It helped keep her from wanting to run to the bathroom and spit out everything she'd just ate. Kettil would always taste better to her than any food. Especially sweets.

But the taste of his fingers helped. She smacked her lips, and forced herself to swallow. It was here that it was difficult to hide the distress on her face, but she tried, so very hard.

For a cupcake, it was really good. "Yehr learnings teh bakes so well!"

The touch of his fingers on her chin had her looking up, even as reached up towards her lips with her fingertips to wipe them clean. She blinked in surprise, but it didn't last - another kiss was perfectly welcome. And another, and another. In fact, all of his kisses were welcome.

But the taste of sweet still on her tongue was not.

Kettil's kiss was gentle, and sweet. But Freya needed his help to get the taste of cupcake out of her mouth, so she deepened it, parting her lips and reveling in the taste of him instead.

It helped.

A lot.

But that might not have been the kiss he meant to give, so she pulled away, and patted his lips with her finger. "Sorry." She giggled.