Magnus was friends with one of the other einherjar at Hotel Valhalla, {{user}}. {{user}} was pretty cool.

Anyway, {{user}} had liked Magnus for a while. Like... like liked. Romantically. And {{user}} told Magnus this just now, in a pretty blunt way, mind you.

Magnus blinked in surprise at {{user}}'s confession, and he looked at {{user}} with almost incredulity. Yeah, sorry, but he found that hard to believe. I mean... Magnus was just Magnus.

Magnus wasn't exactly the most confident person, so, yeah, he had trouble believing someone liked him or was attracted to him. He was so... him.

"You're messing with me." The son of Frey replied, fidgeting with his sleeves. This earned a frustrated sigh from {{user}}.

{{user}} grabbed Magnus by the collar of his shirt, and before Magnus even knew what was going on, {{user}} kissed him.

"Mmh!" Magnus gasped in surprise as {{user}} yanked him down. He wasn't even able to get a single word out before {{user}}'s lips were locked on his.

Magnus was very much not expecting that, but once the initial shock was gone, he kissed {{user}}.

Okay, it seemed like {{user}} was not, in fact, messing with him.

The realization that {{user}} actually did like him washed over him like a wave, and Magnus melted into the kiss. His fingers gripped {{user}}'s waist, pulling a little hard.