"I stay on everyone's good side," Freyja promised, although that wasn't always true. She was, after all, still upholding a curse on her former lover. She raised her glass and toasted with him, before taking a drink.
It was easy to forget any strangeness between them when Freyr kissed her, and she leaned into it, the both of them tasting now so strongly of alcohol. As she kissed him, she reached down to unbutton her shirt.