Ok. Let's see how this goes. I've been really out of my element today, and I wanted to write some oneshots, but I couldn't find a picture to base my plot on, plus I was really stuck for ideas. I decided to continue writing this fanfiction. I actually wrote this on the 5th of January, but I uploaded it today, 'cause I was finding it difficult to write it, and I made loads, and loads of mistakes. I hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

After my encounter with Surt and Magnus, I felt like a complete failure. I went to Boston to destroy Surt, and delay Ragnarok, but all I'd done was – hopefully – stall him. I wanted to believe that Surt was dead, but I knew I was kidding myself. A fall like that might've killed Magnus, and my injuries might've killed me, but a fire giant like Surt? The impact would have only managed to weaken him. All the pain I'd endured was for nothing. I had failed on my own quest.

I scanned the lobby, hoping that Magnus would enter soon – sword in hand – but nobody came through the wooden doors. I would just have to wait and hope he came soon.

I sat in a leather armchair, fidgeting impatiently, running my hands up and down the arms of the chair; bouncing the balls of my feet up and down on the soft carpet. I'm not what you call… "patient," when it comes to these things. C'mon, Magnus, hurry up, I silently pleaded. Before they come, c'mon. Finally – after what seemed like forever – Magnus walked into the lobby. Magnus was accompanied by Hunding, who was leading him to Helgi's front desk. I hesitated – Helgi could get quite flustered when interrupted, but I decided it was worth the risk. I speed-walked up to the two. "Magnus!" I yelled. He flinched, then turned his head in my direction. "Oh. You. The one on the bridge.

"Yeah, me, Alex, no time for introductions – where is Sumarbrander?" Magnus looked extremely confused. "Sumo-brandon?" he asked. "I don't –"

"Your sword! Where is your sword?!" I shouted. It felt wrong, ambushing Magnus with questions, when he obviously didn't understand, but I was running out of time, and I needed answers quick. "My sword? Oh. My sword wasn't dragged along to this place with me, for some reason," he said, looking around. "Where are we anyway?" I sighed. I really, really didn't have time for this. I opened my mouth to tell Magnus that I would explain later, when Helgi decided he wanted to contribute to the conversation. "Alex, who gave you permission to interrupt this extremely important process?" He chided. Hunding joined our discussion as well–

"It's just a minibar key, Helgi, it's not like-" He stopped, mid-sentence when Helgi gave Hunding a look I like to call 'the death stare.' "Just a minibar key?!" Helgi screeched. "Just a minibar key?! Why, I'll have you know - this minibar key unlocks wonders that you could only imagine!" Helgi's face turned red, as he started to list various foods and drinks: "There's Pepsi, there are Snickers, and M&Ms, and-and-"

"Yeah, don't strain yourself, Helgi," I cut in. I turned back to Magnus. "As I was saying –"

"ALEX THORNE!" An unseen booming voice echoed through the room. Hunding just looked at me.

"What have you done now, Alex?" My eyes flittered nervously from side to side, as I replied with:

"Nothing… Why are you looking at me like that, Hunding?! I did absolutely nothing!"

"Mmhmm. No, I believe you." Beads of sweat started to form on my forehead.

"Okay… I might've done some stuff, but it-it was justified, and –"

"ALEX THORNE! REPORT MY ROOM NOW!"

"And I have to go now, so, uh, talk to you later, 'kay?" I ran to his room, heroically tripping over the carpet on my way.

I hope you like this; if you do, then please follow, favourite, review and all that schist. If you guys have any ideas that you think I should incorporate into this fanfiction, please let me know. And while you're here, please check out my oneshots - my other work. Alex is a girl, by the way, if you didn't know. So, yeah.

Created by one of your fellow einherjar,

MarshmallowSkies.