Gunderkeen one-shots

Arrival

A/N
Oh my gosh, I was going through my chapters and I noticed I hadn't done when Mallory Keen arrived! What should have been one of the first chapters is chapter 24! Anyway, sorry about that, I'll get to the story now.

Mallory's POV:
        Why is my bed so hard? Why do my eyes hurt? Wait, the bomb!
       My eyes snap open and I scramble to my feet. I was in a court yard, on a front step. The door behind me had a wolf door knocker. A wall of stone enclosed the yard, trees in full bloom bordering it.
        I could see the tops of unfamiliar buildings over the wall. Where was I?
Determined for answers I opened the door about to march inside.
         A blinding gold light shined through the doors, a man's figured appeared. "You are checking in I assume?" He said.
      "Checking in?"
"You're dead right?"
        I just stood there, a thousand questions running through my head. Finally the man, grabbed my elbow and pulled me inside slamming the door behind me.
      The light faded and we walked down a hallway filled with old carvings and artifacts. The hall opened into a spacious room, people fighting and doing all sorts of activities.
        We walked past them and to a desk. The name plate read Helgi, glancing at the man, I know noticed a doorman's outfit and a name tag that read Hunding.
"Baggage?" Helgi asked. I glanced down at myself. Jeans, combat boots, sweater, I had been wearing earlier. Though now I noticed, knives, the same twin daggers that the lady had given me.
        "Just these?" I say, questionably.
"Okay," he writes something down, "your room is on floor 19." He says.
      "Wait what? I'm not staying here!" I exclaim, panic rushing through me.
     "You're dead, I don't have time to walk you through this." He says with an eye roll. "Oh, there's your Valkyrie." He looks over my shoulder and I see a brown haired girl, a little older then me, with similar armor to what I saw in the hall way.
        "Next!" Helgi shouted and girl pulled me aside.
      I shook her hand off of me, "okay, Mallory Keen, follow me." She said and against my better judgment, followed her to an elevator.
     "Answers now." I snap.
"You're dead, you died when you tried to defuse the bomb from that bus." She paused and I processed this information.
"Right now we are in Valhalla, everyone here, except for the Valkyries, that's me, and some staff, are here because they died doing a selfless, brave deed. You are an einherjar, Odin's warriors. Oh, I'm Meg by the way." She stick her hand out for me to shake and I did begrudgingly.
       "How much do you know about Norse mythology?" She asked.
"Not much." I failed the small unit we had in school about Norse myths and folklore. At the time it had seemed useless.
       "I suggest reading up. Anyway, while you're here, you'll train nearly everyday, in training you'll 'die' but you'll wake up in your room in a few hours later. This is until Ragnarok, doomsday."
        "When's that?"
"No one knows, there are some einherji that have been here for thousands of years waiting for it."
"Great." I mutter. Stuck in a mystery hotel, where I am going to train for some day that may never come.
        The elevator beeps and we step out. A skinny, dark skinned boy is pounding his fists on a door.
     He looks at me and smiles, "hello, I'm Thomas Jefferson Jr, but I mostly go by TJ." He says, he seems to be wearing some sort of blue military uniform, a musket and bayonet slung over his shoulder.
TJ gives me a tour of the hotel. It was huge, I had never seen someplace so big. There was a library, a training area, a weapons closet, a spa and more.
We get back to floor 19,
"It'll take a few months for you to get used to it but that's the jist of the hotel-" TJ is cut off by some stomping in a room behind him.
"Jefferson!" A voice bellows.
"Ugh, give it a rest berserker!" He yells.
A giant man comes out, he's freakishly tall and burly. And he's not wearing a shirt, showing off his abs, and a hairy chest with symbols tattooed into it. He had a wild brown beard and his hair on his head was equally long and wild. His trousers were made of animal pelts and, oh, he was swinging a battle axe.
"Where did you-" the man stops abruptly, noticing me. "And who is the pretty woman?"
I glare at him, then knee the idiot in the balls.
"Watch your tone, oaf." I hiss at him, as he groans in pain. TJ is laughing his head off next to me.
"Mallory Keen, meet Halfborn Gunderson." He says between laughs.
I roll my eyes and stomp to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I now took the time to look around my room. A sitting area with a large, worn leather couch, an armchair that exactly matched the one at my grandmother's house, before she passed away. A large bookshelf full of some of my favorites, and a Hotel Valhalla brochure. There was also a fireplace in the wall. A kitchen with basic utilities. A giant bathroom, with a spa tub, and a separate large walk in shower.
The last room had a queen sized bed pushed into a corner. I had never liked my bed in the center of the room, it made me feel venerable. Quilts I recognize from home, and even an old stuffed bear.
The fireplace from the living room, was double sided and some older pictures of me and family and friends were on the mantel as well as hanging the walls.
I wandered back into the living room, I grabbed the hotel brochure and the Norse mycology book next to it and began studying.
Meg knocked on my door about an hour later, saying it was dinner time.
The mess hall was, well, a mess. People were throwing food and weapons, also it was incredibly loud.
She led me to a table with other dead guys with their Valkyries. We ate, the food was delicious and I kept the talking to a minimum.
Helgi quiets everyone and announces. "Mallory Kenn, tell us of your daring tale." I glare at him and keep my mouth shut. Meg stands, clearing her throat, "Mallory Keen, has died a worthy death. Her fellow brothers and sisters wished for revenge but only Mallory takes action. Setting a bomb on a bus, she later learns that the bus is full of children. She is able to get the children off the bus. Though she meets her death, trying to cut through her bomb made difficultly by her own hand."
Cheers are heard throughout the hall. I glare at my potatoes, that wasn't the whole story but I wasn't going to correct her.
"Mallory Keen, we declare you a worthy einherji of Valhalla!" Helgi declares.
"Gee, thanks." I mutter.
After dinner I leave for my room, "Keen! Wait up!" I hear someone shout. It was Halfborn, I push the button for the nineteenth floor. I didn't want to get stuck in a confined space with him.
Just before the doors close, Halfborn sticks his hand in the gap, halting the doors. I glare at him, "we got off on the wrong foot, Halfborn Gunderson." He sticks his hand out for me to shake, I just glare at him, and lean against the wall.
"Feisty." He laughs.
I stab him in the stomach, remembering we can do that here. He just laughs some more, while he bleeds from his stomach.
"The hell?" Why wasn't he dead, I move to stab him again but he stops me.
"I'm a berserker, I can keep fighting until I'm literally hacked to pieces."
"Great," I mutter, putting my knives back in my belt.
The doors open and I march out. "Enjoy your afterlife, Keen!" He shouts after me, I flick him off and slam the door.