Pairing: Fenrir/Freya! About time, ne? :P
Having reverted back to her child form, Reiya held Fenrir in her arms, petting him absently. He nuzzled into her hand, content at the attention he was getting. They hadn't gone far from the park, when they'd heard the most amusing, and unbelievable exchange either had ever witnessed in all their long lives.
Loki and Heimdall were actually talking…TALKING! Granted, it wasn't very civil, but they weren't trying to kill each other, which was a big plus. Reiya suddenly turned red and gasped at what Loki had pulled from Heimdall's bag.
Blushing furiously, she ran in the opposite direction, shaking her head. Who would have thought that Heimdall was a crossdresser?
Leaving the familiar area of the market, Reiya soon found herself near the downtown district. Fliers were posted everywhere, advertising the new outdoor ice skating rink that she'd seen Loki and Mayura at earlier that day. Fenrir gave a bark, indicating he would like to go there too.
The two set off down the street, Reiya getting into a festive mood. There were multi-colored lights strung all over the streets and the whole of downtown had a festive charm to it all. She took a deep breath, then darted into an alley. When she came out, she was once more her true self.
Freya didn't notice the men and women that looked her over while she walked down the street. She'd been so preoccupied in the park that she hadn't noticed it before. She certainly did catch the eye of many a man and woman and she felt her confidence soar. At least she hadn't lost her touch in that regard.
She was surprised when Fenrir all of a sudden jumped out of her arms and dashed down a nearby street. "Fenrir!" She called out to him but it was too late, he was already gone. Disturbed at his sudden disappearance, she followed him down the street.
The street opened up to one end of the skating rink and she looked around, looking for a little black Labrador puppy. If he was there, she couldn't see him. A pout spread over her lips and she stomped her foot. Was she destined to have every man run away from her?
Freya gave a startled yelp when a pair of masculine arms wrapped around her waist. She stiffened in the arms of whoever held her, ready to defend herself with all the Valkyrie training she had within her.
She stopped when a hot whisper of breath caressed the side of her neck. She pulled back and turned to stare at the man that dared to hold her.
He winked at her, striking a dramatic pose. "So?"
"Who are you?" Freya asked cautiously, suspicious of this man. Suspicious, but attracted. He was quite handsome.
The man smirked and winked. "Why Freya! I'm hurt that you would forget me so soon!"
She frowned for a moment before her eyes widened. "Fenrir?!"
"None other," Fenrir winked at her, brushing aside his curly onyx hair. His hair was as black as the night, though one could see the reddish-gold highlights in his hair. His obsidian eyes gazed back at her, an obvious amused expression on his face. His curly hair framed his face, a pair of wire framed glasses covered his eyes and it was obvious he was no weakling in the muscle department. He exuded strength and poise and she shivered at the sight of him. He certainly went beyond handsome into the realm of gorgeous!
Smiling coyly, she extended her arm to him and he took it with a mischievous grin, reminiscent of his father's. Without another word, he led her out onto the skating rink. Winter certainly was his favorite time of year!