Sweet like honey.

That's the perfect way to describe {{user}} when they first joined Hotel Valhalla. Sweet-looking and played the innocent facade for a while before the video of her death was played before all of Valhalla's residents.

Stings like a bee.

Her death was a gruesome one, there was no doubt. Even some of the most cold-hearted Vikings amongst them who had lived on for centuries had a hard time watching. Because they didn't think someone who had feigned being so scared of even the slightest noise could have been capable of such dreadful yet heroic things.

It's what made you both be feared and loved by your fellow Vikings. The sweetness in your words never ceased to lure in Vikings in the make-believe battles during training. But the weapon in your hand stung worse when they realized the trick they had fallen for.

Menacing. Alluring. That's the perfect thing to describe you. At least in Magnus's mind as he watched you sweetly talking to one of the new einherjar that just arrived at the Hotel. Fresh from the living world that they had departed from, Magnus knew what you were going to do next once those sweet words invaded the individual's mind.

Maybe he was just being an idiot. Or maybe Magnus was glad that your focus was on something else. Because if you as so much noticed his staring, you would take that up as a dare to do something to him.