@mpfreya continued from here:
âYou forgot a very important detail there, Tohil,â Freya commented with a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkled up and cheeks blushed to the point it was impossible to say she was still absolutely sober. âFlirts, honey, you also stuff peopleâs hearts and souls with your avalanche of shameless flirts.â
The goddessâ statement lack a pinch of tact, but with whiskey in her veins and Tohil as her dinner-mate, Freya gave her bluntness a big zero care. Besides, this was getting a little bit tiring, dealing with Tohilâs swollen confidence and spoiled ego. Donât take her wrong, Freya still treasured the handsome guy sitting across the table to the core of her heart. It was just confusing and frustrating sometimes to read between the lines, to crack her head in order to check the validity in those sweet words he often showered her with, to see if there was any sign of seriouness in the way he looked at and touched her.
Honestly, Freya was fed up with spending every cell of her body to get a clue of what was going on in Tohilâs mind. And this late dinner seemed to be a golden chance for her to let it all out. âYouâll never be able to stop flirting with every living soul out there, am I right, Tohil?â She downed the rest of whiskey in her glass and poured herself a new one, while continued talking to him (even though it looked more like she was mumbling to herself). âEspecially to me. Always flirting to me, but of course, I should never expect anything more than smooth flirting from youâŚâ
tohil looks at freya as she contradicts him, already smiling bright and warmly because heâs out with the goddess, but gaining just that little bit extra spark in his gaze as she tells him he forgot the flirts. to him, those are considered part of the razzle dazzle, and heâs about to tell her just that when she continues on speaking, voice suddenly gaining a new quality, a somehow displeased note in it? heâs not entirely sure whether thatâs because she disapproves of his flirty nature in general or because she disapproves of the fact that he has never stopped doing it with her despite all the things she has - quite literally - thrown at him for it.
as she downs her whisky glass and keeps mumbling, he leans in just that tad bit closer to make sure he can catch what she says, and when her words reach him, itâs as if a sudden surge of lightning suddenly courses through him. there is nothing but a shocked silence in the entirety of him after that as he sits there, slightly leaned more towards freya, his hands still holding his cutlery, trying to figure out what exactly the meaning of those words is. does she want there to be more than flirting? does she want his words to mean something the way he continuously hopes she will see they do?
heâs many thousands of years passed sitting by in quiet expectation when an opportunity is raised to speak, though, so itâs not all that long before he seemingly shakes himself awake, straightens up lightly and puts his cutlery down on the sides of his plate so he can focus all of his attention on the goddess opposite him. without hesitation, he reaches out to take hold of her hands, gently prying her fingers away from the whiskey glass sheâd just refilled and capturing them in a soft hold that nonetheless doesnât allow her to pull away just like that.
âmy dear freya,â he says, and there is absolute seriousness in his eyes, but he canât help but keep that flirtatious tone. for there is always a chance that he interpreted wrong, or that she will still wish to attempt to brush off his words as a joke, and he doesnât want there to be no opportunity for that, for even if she rejects his advances, he is in no way willing to give up their friendship nor their playful banter at work. âyou can expect whatever you want from me and i will gladly deliver. if there was ever the slightest chance that you wanted to be with me as more than friends i would do everything in my capability to make it happen, and to make it last. iâve never seen you as âa conquestâ or whatever other unworthy term youâve thought up and i never will. if youâd be willing to give me your heart i would lay down my life to keep it safe.â
he decides to pause there, to allow her the time to take in those words, to see what her response would be to them and if she will even believe them. somehow she seems convinced that all he means with his numerous comments is to have a bit of a laugh, some shared fun. but it has never been that way with her, he has never wanted just some fun with her. but she is married, after all, and he would never truly try to get in between that, unless the person sparking his interest indicates he is more than welcome to, of course. and every ounce of his focus is trying to figure out if that is what freya is doing right now.