Gunderkeen one-shots

Ragnarok

A/N: WARNING: Angest ahead! Much tears! The feels will be terrible! Okay, now that we have that out of the way, let's get down to business. This had been a request by a lovely person who I can not for the life of me figure out. I've checked my inbox, and am unable to find them. If this is your request let me know and I will put your name on it. Grab your tissues everyone, this is going to be rough.

Mallory's POV: (Takes place many, many, many years after SOTD)

I smiled tiredly as I lazily rolled over as my brain began to wake. Halfborn's arm was around around my waist, limiting my movements, but I decided there was nowhere for me rush to. The last few years had been happy, yet rough. Sam had retired as a Valkyrie when she had graduated from college. Marrying Amir, they were happy with their two kids, twenty-seven year old Alizeh, and twenty-five year old Kabir. Along with her three grandchildren who I can't remember the names of. Sam had gotten some office job, but since that retirement she was flying airplanes wherever she wanted.

Blitz and Hearth were married and getting old, Blitz's hair had greyed, much to his dismay. Hearth is quite annoyed about the amount of time his husband takes in the bathroom, trying to hide his aging hair. Blitz's store was a huge success, and Hearth was the most talented mortal at rune magic across the nine worlds

Magnus and Alex had dated and had married two decades ago. They shared Magnus' room with the pottery equipment Alex had brought over. They were also happy, well has happy as one can be in a relationship with the green haired boy/girl. Kidding, Alex is great, ect.

The oaf and I had married about five years after Sam and Amir. After an argument, we ended up moving into my room. Halfborn's book and weapons joining us. We had a few, okay, a lot of fights, but most of them lasted a week tops. Other than that we were happy.

TJ, hasn't changed. Well none of us have but, he's still single and denying the fact that John Wilkes Booth killed Abraham Lincoln. He is happy as usual. No one had officially joined floor 19, two had come they but had not lasted long. We are all trying to keep fighting, but it's hard. I think Halfborn has been considering to fade. He's one of the oldest at Valhalla, and I think he's starting to slip away. When this has happened before I'll find a new paper for him to write, but I don't know how much longer that's going to help.

I bolt up at that thought, wipe my face, and glance at Halfborn. He muttered something in his sleep and rolled over. Getting up, I go to the bathroom and wash my face a few times, trying to wash the demons away. I curse a bit in Celtic, then go to lay back down when a horn sounds.

My husband snaps awake, "What the Hel?" he mutters, looking at me. I shrug and go to the hallway.

Our hallmates were there, as confused as I was.

"What was-" Magnus' question is cut off by a Helgi's voice.

"Warriors of Odin. Today is the day you have been preparing for since your death. R-Ragnarok has approached and y-you must fight alongside the Gods. Prepare quickly, the b-boats leaves in a few minutes to face your glorious final death and we h-hope you have enjoyed your stay at Hotel Valhalla!" Helgi's voice dies and we stare at each other in daze until I break the shock.

"Well, you heard him. Today's it. Grab your weapons we sail in a few minutes." I quickly build a wall around my emotions and return to my room to get ready.

I hear Halfborn come in behind me, I had my back to him as I got dressed in clothes and battle armor. He shuffles around a bit and I know he's doing the same.

I've gotten dressed and am grabbing my knives and a sword when a pair of arms wrapped around me.

"I hate you so much." He mutters into my hair.