Gunderkeen one-shots

That Cold Day in Helheim

Based before Sword of Summer
Mallory's POV:
         I felt my face burn as Halfborn's brown eyes looked into mine as our swords locked together.  My teeth grind together in frustration at myself. I push back, swinging my hotel issued sword at the oaf's head.
      Gunderson blocked my attack and tries to kick my knee in.
"Dirty trick, bastard." I say, taking a step back to avoid is foot.
     He smirks and winks at me causing butterflies in my stomach much to my dismay. My anger gives me a burst of adrenaline and I make a few advancements towards Gunderson. My blade landing a deep gash on his upper arm.
        His blade swings with centuries of practice as I'm forced to take steps backwards. His face is close to mine.
      Against my will I blush again and die a little inside as I notice a freckle above his left eyebrow.
       Curse you Mallory Audrey Keen I scold myself internally. Suddenly the world goes black.
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       I wake up in my room. A groan erupts from my mouth at my stupidity. This has been happening for a while now. My face would get red and insects would fly around in my stomach over any attention thrown my way from my oafish neighbor.
        I burry myself in my quilt not wanting to see the light of day.
       He's an idiot with his stupid beard and long hair and gorgeous eyes and muscles and- "Ahhh!" I yelp falling out of bed.
       I can't. Nope. How laugh abl-
"Keen? What's with the screaming did you look in the mirror again?" I hear the dreaded berserker's voice through my door. Sending red heat to my face.
       "I-Ye-None of your damned business!" I curse at him. Halfborn Gunderson grumbles and stomps away as I breath a sigh of relief. 
        I jump in the shower, turning the water to Niflheim cold. Trying to wash the thoughts and emotions down the drain.
      When I was in dry cloths I met my hall-mates at the mess hall.
       "Mal!" TJ greets me.
     "Idiots." I say as a Valkyrie brings me a plate of meat, potatoes and mead.
"How was sparing with Gunderson, Mal?" The shit-eating grin on TJ's face made me nearly chock on my mead.
      "Fine." I say trying to appear casual.
"That's all you've got to say?" The ex-union solider prods.
     "Keen's just mad I cut her head off for the tenth time this month." Halfborn says. I glare at him, if only looks could kill. Damn the fact he was already dead.
       "Oaf." I retort.
"Swine." He says.
"Bearded lady."
"Wet cat."
      "Don't you two act like a old married couple." TJ breaks in. Halfborn and I go silent. We glare at him. Once again, if only looks could kill. My face was flushed with embarrassment.
       "Jefferson, I suggest you shut your tiny mouth before your head is used as a volleyball." I hiss, TJ mimics zippering his lips shut and locking them together.
        Though TJ had kept his mouth shut he was suggesting things with his eyes and eyebrows throughout the rest of the night.
       When I had turned in for the night, my head was swarming with thoughts. I destroyed my practice dummy trying to clear my head. After a few minutes I glared down at the mess that used to be the dummy. Sweat dripping from my brow.
       "Fine, I can like the thrice dammed oaf that is Halfborn Gunderson." I mutter to myself finally. Leaving the mess to go and take another shower.
      As I laid in bed I remembered one of my friends from back in Ireland saying, "it'll be a cold day in hell when Mallory Keen likes a guy." 
     I smirked. Hope the dead have their winter coats in Helheim.
      
A/N
Sorry about my lack of updates. I'm suffering from writer's block if any of you have a suggestion I would love to hear it. Have a great day and stay insane fellow fan-humans!