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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - ʀᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 –
ʀᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ.
ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ – ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ

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FREYJA WAS AWAKENED
by the whispering of calloused fingertips trailing down the slope of her back. For a short moment, she tensed, her entire body, every muscle and limb tightening until she remembered the events of last night, became familiar with the ache between her thighs - a good kind of ache.

With her eyes still shut, a breath escaped the narrow parting of her lips. She buried her face further into the pillow, her body giving the physical reaction of a shiver as the fingers dipped lower along her spine.

A humourous smile softly traced Leofric's lips as he felt her body shift beside him. He didn't need to look at her face to know she was awake, and perhaps he should have felt guilty for startling her, but he couldn't help himself - he was far too fascinated by the ink markings trailing down the length of her spine.

It looked like runes, words that he could not understand, like a spell of some sorts, connecting in a steady line across her back.

"You mumble in your sleep." He whispered into the silence of dusk, daylight a silver slither across the marshlands. His fingers tiptoed across the skin, his eyes watching the path he created over and over and over like an obsession.

Freyja groaned sleepily, lifting her head inches from the pillow and pressing her cheek against it. She blinked wearily at the warrior, lips subtly twitching in amusement. "Don't lie."

Leofric let out a hearty chuckle, the noise vibrating against his chest and her skin, creating a tingling sensation to spread across her. "I don't lie." Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from the tattoo and met the shy of her sleepy gaze, half buried into the pillow. "You were saying how much you love me."

Now, she was certain that Leofric was lying.

Rolling her eyes, Freyja rolled partially to her side in order to free her arm from beneath her. "Are you sure I wasn't saying how much I loathe you?" She whacked her hand against his chest, listening to the music of his laughter as he caught her wrist and cradled it within his palm.

"Perhaps." He pressed a kiss to the ridges of her knuckles, his thumb swooping along the topside of her wrist. He watched her for a moment longer as she buried her face back into the pillow and he couldn't help but ponder if this was the longest she had slept.

After last night's events, Freyja had fallen asleep quicker than it took for him to blink. But he didn't mind one bit - he believed she needed at least one good night's rest.

His curiosity didn't linger long as his gaze fell back to the tattoo on her spine. This time, he didn't reach out to touch it despite how desperately he needed to - he didn't want to let go of her wrist.

"What does it mean?" He questioned ever so softly, unsure if Freyja had actually heard him due to how quiet his voice had come out.

Freyja's brows pinched and her eyelids fluttered open to find his face. In that moment, she noticed how little exhaustion plagued his features and she wondered how long he had been awake.

She was confused at first, as to what he was talking about, but then she searched the direction of his gaze and realised he was staring at her back.

Closing her eyes once again, she spoke. "The gods - not all but few of them."