Hello and welcome to another one of my brain children ^^ I'm trying something different this time and have decided to go a cross-over, picture it, Eric Northman, tall, handsome, muscular, basically a blonde haired blue eyed bombshell in the same story as the delectable, gorgeous, Thor Odinson. Imagine them standing next to each other craving your affection...see? It's perfect for a fanfiction! :D I hope you enjoy this as much as I do *^-^*

I was having a day, a very bad day. The washing machine broke down and flooded the kitchen, the shower broke down while I was washing my hair so I ended up rinsing my hair under the tap and my clapped out old car finally broke down on the way to work. It's a good job that the way to work from my house is downhill so all I had to do was take the handbrake off and let it roll, parking sloppily in the employee car park. I sighed as the lights on the dashboard finally died and the car came to grinding halt. I got out and called my friend Matt at his garage, sitting on the smoking bonnet.

"Hey Matt, yeah it's completely dead, it didn't even last two weeks." I said as he picked up.

Matt sighed and hesitated for a while. "Alright, I'm coming, I'll collect it and scrap it, it's not worth selling on, that and it would be too dangerous."

"Thanks, you're the best."

"I know, you need a ride back from work later?"

"Nah, I'll get picked up by Thor or Ereka when I finish, depends on who's available." I said, taking my bag and possessions out the car.

"Alright, I'll be there in half an hour." Matt said.

"Well, it's not going anywhere, I'll be in the diner, see you soon."

"See ya."

And with that we hung up, I looked down at my phone, three missed calls from last night, two from from Thor and one from Eric Northman. I sighed and shook my head. I am in a love triangle with Thor and Eric Northman. Most people would kill to be in my position but I have to say it is the most annoying situation I have ever been in. I mean come on now! They are both drop dead gorgeous and I'm lucky to be able to call them my friends but the fact that they constantly try and get one up on each other and try and attract my affections is maddening. Thor winds up Eric, Eric winds up Thor, they both have a stand off usually with me in the middle. One of these days they are gonna go for each other and I'm gonna get caught up in the crossfire. They need their heads banging together.

"Today is going to be a good day," I said to myself as I walked through the parking lot. "There is gonna be no drama, the diner is doing well, the staff are happy, everyone is gonna have a good time and Thor and Eric are going to get along."

I knew my last statement was completely naive but there is no harm in hoping. I walked into to the diner I worked at in town. The diner, Karl's Inn, is my dad's creation, it isn't much nor is it special, but it is thriving and always buzzing with customers. It's his greatest achievement, he had scrimped and saved to buy it outright from my Uncle Karl who was moving away to Chicago, when Uncle Karl had been running the diner it had been a failing business that was losing more money than it was making, but once dad redecorated, changed the menu, spent a fair bit of money on advertising and gained his license to sell alcohol, Karl's Inn was a booming success, I had done the accounts for the diner and had strongly advised him against buying the place, but he was adamant that he wanted something he could proudly say was his own.

The diner was already open when I got there and dad was restocking the bar, I waved at him and hung my coat and bag up in my locker, checking that my ginger hair was neat its bun in the mirror on the back of the door, I made my way out to greet him properly.

"Hey kiddo." Dad smiled, pulling me into a bear - hug.

"Hey dad." I said, muffled in his shoulder as he picked me up at least a good few inches off the ground before putting me down again.

My dad stood at 6 foot 1, was of stocky build and hairy, sort of like a ginger grizzly bear. He looked like a typical woodcutter, you know, always wearing a flannel shirt, jeans and beige boots, likes his beer and steak and his sports, and really really loves his custom made Harley - Davidson that he bought when he made his first $100,000.

"Your Mom called last night." Dad said, putting me down.

I rolled my eyes, I did not want to talk to that woman. She and dad split up when I was 13, she left for her mother's and never looked back, leaving me with a broken dad, I had to grow up pretty quickly and look after him, I made sure he ate, went to bed on time so he could get up in the morning for work, weekends I'd let him sleep in but would bring him breakfast in bed and we'd sit there watching the midday news together, it was in silence but I knew he appreciated it. I never complained, never moaned to anyone, never let my grades slip because of my family problems, I just got on with it until one morning I woke up to get ready for school, I knew dad was on the late shift so I didn't bother checking up on him. I went down for breakfast and found my dad at the stove making pancakes and frying bacon. I stood there watching him until he turned round with my favourite mug in his hand and huge plate of food.

"It's time I started looking after you kiddo." He smiled.

I vowed from that day onwards that mom would never get a second chance to ruin our lives. I don't know if I could cope if he had another breakdown because of her.

"She just wants to talk, that's all Adele." Dad said.

I let go of dad and tutted, holding my arms. "No thanks, last time we talked I nearly slapped her in her stupid face."

"Calm down, she just wants to straighten things out." He said, sighing.

"I am calm!" I snapped. "I don't want to talk to her! All she wants to do is spread lies about you and how the divorce was your fault, making me hate you. I really don't care about what went down between you two, I just don't want to hear her badmouth you."

"Okay, fair enough," Dad said, putting his hands up. "But she just wants to talk."

"Yeah well she can kiss my ass." I said walking past him and into the office, slamming the door shut behind me.

I wasn't mad with dad, I was mad at her, I don't want her coming back messing with his head, she can eat bricks before I let that happen.