Gunderkeen one-shots

Determined Kisses

A/N

Okay, so I know in the first date chapter Mack and Halfborn had there first kiss then. However I love this idea and it fit so well with Mack's personality. It's also really cute and makes me squeal like the insane fan-girl I am. Anywho you can ignore the kissing part of the first date chapter, ignore this chapter, whatever. Please enjoy.

Mallory's POV: between sword of summer and hammer of thor

I was frustrated with myself. This wasn't anything new, just increasingly annoying. Halfborn and I had had our fourth date a few days ago. Everything was going fine and I shouldn't push it, but...

My eyes automatically moved to my current boyfriend. Floor 19 had only been sentenced to two months of laundry duty due to our little rouge mission with Magnus. Halfborn was loading up Valhalla's ginormous washing machine. He looked disgusted as he loaded pair of giant foul smelling underwear.

I snorted at his features in amusement. His eyes shot in my direction, glaring at me playfully. I had dryer duty. All I had to do was move the clothes from washer to the dryer; naturally, I got to work with the clean cloths. Therefore I was currently sitting on top of the dryer, enjoying my break as I waited for the cloths to be done. Magnus and TJ were folding and ironing not paying attention to the new couple, not they knew about us being a couple.

"Want to switch?" He asked after throwing the gross undercloth in the with the rest of the clothes.

"Ha, nope." I scoff, swinging my legs.

"Stubborn Irish vixen." He grumbles. A snicker forms on my lips. Leaning back, I stare up at the ceiling of the laundry room. My issue lately had been not with Halfborn but about Halfborn. Not that that made any real sense. I glance at the oaf again. His large arms, covered in tattoos, wild hair and beard and, the source of my issue, Halfborn's lips.

The last two days or so I had been getting urges to kiss the bastard. Obviously I had gotten nowhere.

"See something you like?" I hadn't noticed I has staring.

"Just the wall behind you." I say, though I feel my face turning bright red in embarrassment.

"You're a terrible liar." His smirk was internally killing me. Seriously I needed to get a grip.

"I'm a great liar." I retort, hoping some banter will maybe -probably not- maybe take my mind off of press my lips to a certain idiot's.

"Your face gives you away very time." Halfborn finishes loading the washer and leans against it. I sit up, feeling too vulnerable on my back.

"Does not."

"I bet you've never won a game of cards in your life." We were at eye level, with the dryer adding to my seated height.

"I won against you." I recalled.

"I said life not afterlife."

"I have won many poker games in my life and afterlife time, I'll have you know." I stated proudly, this was true, I had won many poker games when I was alive. My winnings had been my main source of income.

     "Whatever you say, Keen." He draws out. The dyer beeps and I begin unloading the many articles of clothing.

"That's what people say when they loose." I say.

I turn my back to him to hang up some dresses when I feel someone warm breath down my neck. I glance to see Halfborn grabbing some more detergent from the shelf right above my head. A blush creeps up my cheeks and down my neck. I stiffen, Halfborn moved away far too quick for my taste.