Gunderkeen one-shots

Fight With (songfic)

A/N

I've never done a songfic (that's what they're called, right?) before. Therefore if you have any pointers for any future songfics let me know. Thank you and enjoy! I do not own this song, "Fight With" by Carter Winter.

Halfborn's POV:

"It's like my mouths
Got a mind of its own
'Cause it's I don't love you
Then please don't go
Saying things that it don't mean
Coming in between us"

     Mallory Keen and I had always had a different relationship then most couples. We fought. A lot. 89% of those fights were just how we show affection, the other 11% well...

"Seriously, Keen!" I snap at my redheaded girlfriend.

"Oh, you want me to be serious. You're never serious! You treat everything as if it's some big joke!" Mallory laughs venomously.

"Sorry, I have a sense of humor."

"You know full well it's not about that." She knocks over her end table, as we were in her room.

"Breaking furniture isn't going to solve your problem." I say.

"You're my problem!" She snaps. "You! With your stupid mouth and your "I know everything" attitude." She mocks my voice.

"And I know relationships
Got their ups and downs
But damn, were in the ring
More than we're out
The only time we ain't keepin score
Is when our clothes are on the floor"

  "You're just annoyed because you can't comprehend what I study."

"I'm not stupid, Gunderson!"

"Spell stupid." I knew she could spell. I wasn't thinking clearly, she got under my skin sometimes and made me say dumb things.

"S-T-U-P-I-D." She throws a chair at me. "You should know that word it's used to describe you on any document."

"There aren't a lot of those I'm 1,200 years old." I dodge the chair, hearing it splinter behind me.

"Oh, did you need all your fingers and toes to count that out?"

"People don't have more than 20 total fingers and toes, woman." I throw one of her books at her.

"There's nobody I'd rather fight with
Stay up, make up all night with
Nobody I'd rather take this ride with
Or live this life with, than you
We take our lovin' to extremes
You get me on a high then on my knees
You ain't who I wanna fight with
But there's nobody that
I'd rather fight with, than you"

"Sorry I don't know how many fingers and toes a mutated rag doll has!" Mallory narrowly avoids the book.

"All rag dolls look mutated!"

"Just like you!"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You just can't comprehend it."

"Oh, comprehend that's a big word for you."

"Oh, big that's a big word for you." She mocks venomously.

"Your lack of brains makes my head hurt." Mallory picks up the dining table smashing it into my skull.

"I hate those times
When it gets this bad
But I love the face you make
When you're mad
Got something special
In a crazy way
The games we play,
You leave I chase"

"That make your hurt too?" She snaps, her face less then a foot from mine. It wasn't right, but I love her face when she was mad. Her speckled green eyes sharp with a fire raging behind them. Her red curls seeme to be even more wild and reflect her anger. Her nose scrunching up ever so slightly. I love her face  -well even more than usual- though I prefer when the fire of her anger isn't directed at me.

Mallory storms to the door, breaking me out of my thoughts, she reaches for the door handle then stops as if remembering something. "This is my room. Get your smelly ars out of it!"

"Don't have to tell my twice, I've got to regain my brain cells I lost from talking with you!" I storm out of the room, Mallory beating me to slamming the door.

This stupid red headed Irish vixen was going to be many deaths of me. I sigh, walking to the library to do some math equations of some sort to calm myself down and give my hotheaded girlfriend some time to cool.

"There's nobody I'd rather fight with
Stay up, make up all night with
Nobody I'd rather take this ride with
Or live this life with, than you
We take our lovin' to extremes
You get me on a high then on my knees
You ain't who I wanna fight with
But there's nobody that
I'd rather fight with, than you"

Dinner was approaching and I decide I would do one more topology problem before heading to get food. After I enter the elevator told me we were heading to the 19th floor before the mess hall.

The elevator beeps and Mallory Keen enters, she gives me half a smile and a shrug. I wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her curls before heading down to dinner.

"If you were any other girl
I would've gave up and been gone
And it's the fight in us
That keeps us hanging on"

"You going to help me put my room back together after dinner?" She asks as the elevator makes it journey to the mess hall.

"Doesn't housekeeping do that?" I ask, thankful, but not surprised things were a little cooler.

"They said they had other things to do then clean up my room after fights how many times a week." Her lips form a smirk.

"We do make a mess in there." I say, knowing that sentence could be taken in a few ways. Mallory picked up on it because her face was turning red and her elbow made contact with my stomach.

"There's nobody I'd rather fight with
Stay up, make up all night with
Nobody I'd rather take this ride with
Or live this life with, than you
We take our lovin' to extremes
You get me on a high then on my knees
You ain't who I wanna fight with
But there's nobody that
I'd rather fight with"

An oof escapes my lips. My girlfriend offers comfort with a satisfied smile at the pain she brought me.

I'll wipe that smile off her face. Grabbing her up her hips I kiss her lips. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, hearing her growl is rewarding.

The elevator doors open and we regain our composer before exiting -well I do, Mallory was flustered the rest of the night. I may or may not of been the cause of it, the recorders will never show.

A/N
Let me know if you guys want more songfics, or if you never want to read this again. Next will be a holiday chapter, I'm a little too excited for it. Have a great day and stay insane!