Hallbjorn could sense a change take over Kara just before her fingers tangled in his hair. The large man guessed that she was experiencing a bout of the increased sexual that was part of the transition to immortality. It was the strangest, most curious part of that transition. There was no time to consider further why immortals were subjected to it. He prepared himself to explain that it was just a physical impulse that she was feeling and to tell her to take a shower - either a long one or a cold, depending on her preference. The woman's low, sultry words challenged the control that he had over himself. Fate's connection to her struck him powerfully.<br/><br/>Her lips were very close to his skin and she whispered that she needed, but Hallbjorn knew that he could not help her in this. She was not yet immortal and if they were together he would destroy her. With immortals, age meant power, and Hallbjorn was<em>old</em>. She was twenty-five, and if he lost control she would never be any older.<br/><br/>Her sudden gasp brought him relief, because it came with a very different timber than her yearning-filled whispers. She released his hair and moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting her glowing amber ones. The Berserker's face was a schooled mask of impassive, unbetraying stillness. He could see that her desire was not completely abated, and other senses reinforced what his eyes told him.<br/><br/>"Valkyries are unpredictable, and Nix most of all . . ." Hallbjorn began, but then he paused. Before the man could say any more, his phone began to ring. His brows knit together, and Hallbjorn grabbed his coat to retrieve it. The call display on the screen did not make the moment anymore pleasant and Hallbjorn raised the device to his ear.<br/><br/>"No! No! You gotta put me on speaker phone. Imma not be saying this twice. Put Nixie on speaker phone." The familiar voice insisted. Hallbjorn complied, depressing a button on the phone to do just that.<br/><br/>"Alright! No! Bad Bertil! That's momma's best- wait, who is this?"<br/><br/>"Hallbjorn." The Berserker supplied.<br/><br/>"Oh. Oh right." Then the voice at the other end began to hum to herself. It was a tune. Hallbjorn did not recognize it as the theme song of 'I Dream Of Jeannie.' "Bet Lamebjorn doesn't recognize that, but you get it, right Kara? It's just like in Winchester Brothers Magical Shirtless Adventure Hour Featuring Boy Abs! Anyway that's our show for tonight! Play us out Bertil! Give it up for Bertil, everybody!" The sounds of an uncooperative bat sounded through the phone, and the call ended as abruptly as it began.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn turned his gaze from the phone over to Kara, expecting her to enlighten him. Because for the life of him, Nix had once again made no fucking sense.