Gunderkeen one-shots

Jealous Halfborn

Mallory's POV:
Halfborn and I were on a mission together, without T.J. It was odd not having the little ball of sunshine around. We had taken care of the kraken in Great Britain, and were now sitting in our Valhalla issued boat soaked to the bone.
"Let's stop at one of the ports before we get back to the hotel." Halfborn said from the rudder.
"That is the first good idea that has come out of your stupid mouth for a while." I say as I wring the water from my hair.
We ported in Iceland, tying up the boat and headed into town. Halfborn and I walked past shops until we get to a local diner, entering we sit at the counter and order.
As we waited for our food, we bickered and laughed about our battle with the kraken. I left to stand outside as Halfborn paid.
A man stood next to me, he was probably tall and muscular compared to living people but spending an afterlife with over seven feet tall and super ripped einherji, regular good looking men fall a bit flat.
"What's a thing like you doing out here all alone?" He said leaning towards me. "Currently? Debating ways to stick a knife in you." I reply not missing a beat.
The man just chuckles and twists one of my curls around his finger. I take a step back, cursing in Celtic I reach for one of my knives.
Before I can even unsheathed it, Halfborn steps in. He stands next to the man, towering over him.
"And who would this arse be?" Halfborn says, a growl laced his words. The man looks up at Halfborn and I swear I hear the swine gulp.
"I'll just be going." He says quickly before scrambling away. I throw my knife at him nicking his ear.
He looks back at me, horror written across his features, he then turns and runs. I watch him go, was Halfborn jealous? I blushed at the thought, then was angry at myself for blushing, turning I glared at Halfborn.
       "I had that!" I then walk away and grab my knife from where it had implanted itself in the wood siding of a clothing store. Halfborn follows me and leans against the wall.
       "Right, the only thing you were going to have was a dead body." He said. "And bodies around here don't wake up in their rooms feeling fine."
       "I wasn't going to kill him! I was just going to scare him away!" I say my annoyance rising.
     "Chopping off a hand isn't going to settle well when the staff at Valhalla find out, which they do." He replies.
       "Oh lay off, oaf!" Turning on my heel I start back to the boat.
       "Trouble with your boyfriend, Miss?" A different young man asks.
       "He is not my boyfriend!" I scream, cursing in Celtic, my face matching my hair.
Halfborn's POV:
       Mallory and I walked back to the boat, I made sure to stay out of arms reach in order to avoid a knife in me.
        It wasn't that I liked Mal or anything, no I just didn't want to have to be blamed for her killing the mortal.
Thats why my blood boiled when I saw that alocarl hanging on her, it was disgusting, and disrespectful.
       I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, and admiring her fierce green eyes and freckles that were sprinkled around her still blushing face from the other man who called me her boyfriend.
        As if, I mean, we're shield siblings. We are not dating, nor would we ever, what a ridiculous idea.
       We untied our boat and set sail for Valhalla. Not saying much for about an hour, until I decided to break the silence.
       "Nice throw by the way." Mallory glances up at me as I say this, "You know, if that's what you were aiming for."
       She smirks, pride flickers in her green and orange speckled eyes. I could watch those eyes all my afterlife, watch her emotions shine in them.
       "That's what I meant to do, oaf." She retorts breaking me from my thoughts.
       The rest of the ride was filled with comfortable chatter.
       I didn't like Mallory Keen, that was absurd. What would be more absurd if Miss Keen liked me back.