Freya's palms pressed against her sides and her flailing stopped. She looked up at him a bit like a wet kicked puppy. "That's no fair. You have less ticklish spots than me." She really hated being so ticklish. It was something that only her brother exploded but then she'd never let herself be that close to someone before now.

"If you tickle me to much I'll flinch when you reach towards me. Just so you know." Tickling felt like more of a threat than pain.