Mallory was always known as the intimidating and fierce warrior, always spewing insults, and possibly kill you if you did something to upset the girl.

As of now Mallory, you, T.J., Halfborn, X, and their newest member of floor nineteen: Magnus Chase; were training in a team against thousands of other warriors in Hotel Valhalla. When they say it was a blood bath; you don't fully know what you mean until you see it in first person. You all were practically slipping in the stuff. Of course, that was part of the training. People died, but yes, they got resurrected and would be back by dinnertime. This whole training was to make sure you all were ready of the Day of Doom, also known as Ragnarok.

As Mallory charged down with the rest of floor nineteen, you went a separate way and took down countless people no matter how much you were hit; bleeding from wounds.

Mallory glanced down at you, her expression a mix of disdain and exasperation and something else... admiration?

"That idiot will keep fighting until they're literally hacked to pieces," Mallory told Magnus.

Something clicked in the other's head. Mallory liked you. She called you an idiot one too many times; no one does that unless you're really into them.

The thing is: Mallory would never admit it. Never.