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Freya laughed softly, her chin tilting her head up towards the sky. "You did watch the Lion King right. The souls of the dead who've found their way into the sky. Protecting and guiding us." Musfasa had said something similar though Freya wasn't sure how much Thorfinn had paid attention to that movie. "Everyone things something different." There was no way to prove it.

She stepped until the water swirled and rippled around her waist. It was cold but Freya welcomed the icy chill. For reasons different than Thorfinn's. He never bothered her, she knew the bodies natural reaction to seeing someone of the opposite sex naked and she took it as a form of flattery. Unlike him, she could hide that sort of thing.

Freya looked over towards Thorfinn and moved to stand by his side. "Look at the surface of the water." She pointed down where the stars reflected along the water. "Við getum synda með stjörnum." (We can swim with the stars.)The pronunciation wasn't perfect but Freya was trying and it was fun to try. The phone's were far enough away now that they'd do little to translate between them.

Thorfinn floated around in the water more at ease in water, than not. "I've always thought so even before the movie." He admitted.

He liked the cold anyway though he would never willingly take a cold bath indoors. But in open water he loved the cold.

He looked to the water when she motioned down. Seeing both of them and the water, a smile worked across his face hearing her speak his language. He was silent a moment just smiling at her softly before nodding his heavy english coming forth. "Yes... lets."

Freya's smile widened when she realized that she said that correctly. She had practiced with Thorfinn and then some in private. She had a skill for languages more so than she did with mechanics. Everything had set rules that were memorized and then followed. It didn't involve a lot of creativity. Freya wasn't very creative on her own. She borrowed and bent ideas that originally belonged to others.

She rose her arms over head and then dove into the water. When she broke the surface of the water she flicked her hair over her head feeling dots of moisture trickle over her shoulders. It took her a moment to find Thorfinn again and swim closer.

Freya hadn't meant to end up so far away. "Hi." She placed her palms on his shoulder and lifted her out of the water some. She knew she could push him under the water if she tried but right now she was just trying to lift herself up some.

"Okay." She reached forward and traced a scar along his arm. "Hvað er þetta frá?" (what's this from?) Again it sounds awkward and her phrasing is very simple but she sees no reason not to practice while they're out swimming in the water.

Thorfinn had still been looking to the stars when she went under. One thing when he took to drink he tended to space a little and get distracted. The stars were enchanting.

He loved that she was learning his language. And it helped him with his English to speak it to her since he didn't want anyone knowing he could speak it yet.

Hearing her voice he looked back in time for her to say hi. When she traced the scar he looked down at it tipping his head. This was one of the harsher ones on his arms. He had no issue keeping her up in fact he enjoyed having her holding onto him. "I got it in a duel, I misjudged the distance I needed to move and I was caught with a long sword... I was around 10 If I recall."

Freya could understand spacing. She did it a lot, even without drinking. It was as if the sky and the wind would call to her; whispering sweet promises in her ear.

Tonight, she wanted to talk and laugh and let go. Her legs kicked slowly in the water, keeping some of her weight off of Thorfinn's while lightly brushing against his side with her calf. She was half floating, allowing the currents of the water to pull her.

"Og þetta?" (And this one?) She pointed to a scar across his chest. It wasn't very long but it looks like he was stabbed. Freya couldn't help but wonder about each and every cut. Maybe over time she'd learn them all but right now she wanted to point to a few. His story was written all over his body, memories that he had to face despite their difficulty. It was admirable in a way. A painting of the past.

It was kind of nice to have someone ask. The only person who had before was Lydia Martin when he first arrived and she asked about them after chastising him for bathing in the ocean. He shifted his weight in the water as he kicked his legs a bit to keep them a float. One hand moving up to hold onto one of her hands around his shoulder.

"Battle in Mercia. Bitch got me with the sword while I killer his captain. If you looK at my back it went clean through. We expected that one to kill me but it kissed the vitals."

Freya looked at his hand when it moved over hers. "I'm not hurting you am I? I thought this was your good shoulder?" She peered over to see the large gash near his other shoulder. Considering Freya's tendency to turn anything into a spring board she had decided to lean on his good shoulder, despite the fact that she was barely putting any pressure on him.

"Oh wow." She looked down his back and saw the matching scar. She moved the hand that he wasn't holding and lightly traced over the scar. Scaring was so fascinating to her, as if it was a peek into a different world. She always thought of them as stories but unlike tattoo's you usually didn't pick what scarred.

"þetta?" (This one) Freya's finger was lightly tracing a scar that was near his shoulder blade.

"It is, and your not hurting me at all Freya, it just felt like the thing to do. Stop worrying about my shoulder, I can tell that's what your doing and meaning. You have to hit it hard or I have to do a lot of lifting or cold weather before it bothers me. I will tell you if you hurt me." He was a proud little norsemen, he didn't want herher going easy on him or worrying.

He couldn't help the light smile at feeling her trace his scars. "That one I fell off a horse and hit a sharp rock."

Freya lifted herself a little higher to look at Thorfinn's face as he spoke. Her front rested lightly against his back as her head rocked to the side, spilling wet clumpy gold hair over her shoulder. "Oh, okay. I guess I worried because I hurt it once." On accident.

She laughed softly, the tone vibrating against his ear. "Wait really? Oh, I was learning how to ride a horse. Jamie was teaching me. Usually horses are scared of me but I filled my pockets with apples so I didn't smell like wolf."

The memory made her smile.

He wasn't about to complain about the way she was against him, maybe from the front he would be self concious but the water was cold and he felt strong floating around with her hugging him from behind, even if she was light as could be. It felt right and he never wanted the feeling to go away. "You didn't know, and it would have hurt my pride more had you held back." He spoke honestly.

He chuckled a bit. "We are not all born good at everything it takes much learning." He explained. "Jamie is a good man. I like him, he will teach you right."

"Pride, huh?" She wasn't about to bring up the arm wrestling contest that they had when they first met. Freya, by nature, held back. She had to if she wanted to be seen as normal.

"Yes but horses don't like me and he is." Her smile widened. "We ate apples." She really liked apples. "And I rose, I know all the basics but I don't know what makes a good rider." It wasn't like she did any tricks on the horse, she just made it go forward and then in a circle and then back to the stables.

"You know Jamie?" She honestly didn't think that Thorfinn knew that many outside of the Roadhouse group.

Freya leaned forward, pushing herself part way over her shoulder as she spoke.

"All Norsemen are proud Freya, even those like me that don't see a reason in telling all of our tales." Oh he KNEW but he wasn't saying anything at this point. He didn't want to bring it up like so many thing.

"Lucky, I'd love to share an apple with a horse." He liked apple's to, he favored cider as a drink becuase it made him miss his mother and his youth. "It takes time," He reassured her when she leaned over his shoulder that bit and started moving so he could swim a little and pull her around slowly.

"Before I moved into the Roadhouse I would sleep in the stables a lot, so I met a lot of people who work there. Tell Delia you are a friend of mine one day, it's worth a laugh." He teased playfully.

"I think what you mean is that all men are proud." She smiled at him and felt herself falling over his shoulder. Freya wasn't really interested in face planting into the water so she curled using Thorfinn's shoulder and chest to bring her thin frame over his shoulder and plop into the water in front of him. Her hand was still holding herself up on his shoulders and her feet were positioned just above the surface of the water.

"Who is Delia? I feel like there is an inside joke that I'm missing here. Is it because you're a grumpy Norse-boy who doesn't like making friends." She blinked. "Oh.."

Freya poked a scar that was closer to his neck line. "Segðu mér um þetta líka." (Tell me about this one too.) She smiled up at him as the cold water rippled around them.

"I cant speak for all men." He spoke easily. "Just those I know." When she pulled herself he didnt really have to counter much just kept swiming around a little like a lake taxi.

He couldn't help the slight amusement. "The houses here confused me when I first arrived, I've slept in enough straw beds to find the Stables comfortable, don't think its anything depressing. I just enjoy being outdoors with what I know than indoors without." He spoke as he swam then.

"That one, ...I dont really remember who did it but it was during a summer raid on a small down. I had about 7 cuts all near deadly points. Bjorn and Askeladd were shaking their heads as Ears just ripped into me about being to young to Enter Valhalla.... I didnt feel most of them. WHich is the truth, in the head of the moment I feel no pain, its when I calm down the pain comes."

"The big one beside it, The one that goes down my chest. That was a battle axe, I was six... Bjorn got the back of my shirt and yanked me back. I was green then and had no place there. As much as I hate to say it I would have been dead. I dont remember much of after he pulled me back until the winter. The battle was in fall, I lost a few weeks of memory."

"Neither can I, but I've met a lot of men." And women but that felt like an irrelevant detail to the conversation. "They all have their pride, to different degrees but it's there." Freya leaned back, using Thorfinn to help herself float without exerting any real effort. Her hand continued to rest lightly on his shoulders and as she leaned back her hair separated and danced in the water.

She liked that Thorfinn was slowly moving around. It felt relaxing to have the force of the water slowly push against her side. Her gaze was positioned towards the stars before looking back at Thorfinn. She still wonders who Delia was but dropped it. Maybe it's someone she'll meet or someone who lived here. "You seem to like houses now." She pointed out with a bit of a smile.

Freya's legs kicked gently at the water. Small splashes echoed into the night and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to swim while drunk.

"Wow. You've really been through a lot." She watched him for a moment. "And you can still smile. You must be very strong."

Thorfinn wasn't sure what she was doing but he made sure to keep the same pace and just enjoy the closeness of them together in the water. It was relaxing and he was just tipsy enough to not be worried but not far enough gone to endanger them.

Almost like he remembered he hadn't answered, which he realized at that moment he added. "Delia is someone that works at the dress shop and stables. She has a dog named Soriel" he spoke "I forgot to say that, she's cool." Then he shrugged his shoulders without throwing off his pace. "Their nice, I miss the houses I know though these are all different. Though to be honest Im used to sleeping outdoors or in barns. And I am strong in some ways, not so much in others... everyone has strengths Freya. I dont still smile, I have learned again how to... you have helped."

Freya listened as she gently kicked her legs. She liked the feeling of the water dripping over her calves before dropping her leg back into the lake. She never had problems touching people she considered close. It was a wolf thing but also something she had missed over the years. She didn't understand the reasons herself, it just felt right.

Her head tilted to the side, her hair continuing to fan out like a halo. "I've seen you smile." Freya was sure of that much. "I'm used to sleeping outside too. I thought, maybe that's why I can't just move into a place but I don't know." She's gotten a lot of offers but nothing has felt right and after a few days she feels restless and ends up moving somewhere else.

"I don't think I have any strengths." Freya continued to look up at him, watching him against the backdrop of the sky. The sky behind Thorfinn looked so fake compared to him. A flash of a memory, a dream, entered Freya's thoughts. She felt her hand release from Thorfinn's shoulder and in a moment of panic her face sank into the water. She kicked herself up looking a bit like a surprised and alarmed puppy.

Thorfinn found something calming in swiming, something warming in having her against him as she was. It made him feel a little easier about himself, the more he was around her the more he felt he could understand himself, but the risks worried him a lot. She showed no signs of remembering so this was enough. It was more than enough.

"Not as much... you've helped with that. I used to never smile.. I saw no...Freya?" He heard her sputter as soon as she let go of his shoulder. He twisted himself in the water so he could turn to try help, but instead he laughed a little. She was adorable, and clearly not drowning.

She spat out water and coughed. Freya looked up at Thorfinn with a bit of a pout pulling at her lips and a soft flush on her cheeks. Her hair feel in heavy strands and then flared and moved where it dipped into the water. "It's not funny!" Except she knew it was. She probably looked absolutely ridiculous.

Her palms rested on his chest and she lightly pushed him, enough for him to feel the force but light enough that he could easily fight her shove.

"You saw no what?" She didn't really want to focus on her struggling fight with the surface of the water where she'd clearly lost.

He laughed more at her reaction, and the shove, just to be contrary he didnt let himself move much. He just chuckled more.

"Bull fucking shit, that was funny. You would laugh at me if our roles were reversed." he came back easily enough. "saw no point in smiling before I met you and others. Now, what happened? What made you choke on your hair." he teased. He liked her hair.

"Yes but it was me and not you." It wasn't much of a counter but she felt justified all the same. Her pout wasn't relenting nor was that flush that crept over her lips. "And I didn't choke on my hair." She choked on the water where her hair happened to be.

Freya shook her head before she lightly placed her fist on his chest. It looked as if she was getting ready to punch him but the threat was silent.

"Why do my and others make you smile?" She asked, not wanting to tell him what she'd been thinking of.

"I am not apologizing, I'm not sorry." He replied in true bratish fashion. Giving her a look, before moving in a little closer to help move her hair from her face. He didn't care to ask permission he just did it.

He looked down at her hand before grinning more, ready for it. "You because I like you, we get along well. Others for reasons alike but not as much.. Little things I guess. It's easier to relax here than home. Easier to see people as people and now objects in my way."

Freya let him move the hair from her face as he spoke. It'd have been incredibly cute except that she was seriously contemplating hitting him and how hard she'd hit him. Her final decision involved a hard punch to his good shoulder. It didn't feel like enough. Freya placed her palms on his shoulders and using both her strength and her body weight she pressed down dunking him under the water.

There, that'll show him.

When he broke the crest of the water Freya spoke though she didn't know if he'd hear her. "That's because I'm awesome." And not at all a clutz, well, only sometimes a clutz. It was because he'd caught her off guard or the image did anyway.

Before he could even react he was dunked, holding his beath when she shoved him down hadn't been enough it still got in his nose and whens he let go he came sputtering up coughing up water and splashed a bit her way.

He could never leave well enough alone.

He had heard her but he made no notion that he had. His hair caked to his face, he tried to push it away, lifting both hands to do so.

Freya moved a few inches back as Thorfinn pulled himself free of the water. There was a smile on her lips and her light gray eyes shined with the reflection of the stars. Her eyes closed somewhat as what drops showered the space between them.

"Hey." Her palms lifted up to shield her face though it didn't really stop his splash. She returned fire, skimming her palm along the water surface and spraying Thorfinn.

	Are you coming tonight?
	You know I wouldn't miss it. Name the when and where. I need to hit up some stops before then.
	9:00 pm @ the grand ball room.
	What are you wearing?
	You have to wait and find out ;p

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