Er...sorry?

Ethan wasn't looking forward to dinner. He really, really wasn't.
But when his floor mate Mundigern broke his door down with a German axe, he guessed it was his cue.
Floor 22 had only seven occupants so they all knew each other pretty well. They crammed together in one of Hotel Valhalla's spear-lined lifts sharing the funny stories of the day, which led to Ethan telling everyone how he'd managed to kill Dana just because she wanted to heal his broken arm. Mundigern the Goth bellowed with laughter while his twin brother Alaric slammed his hand on his back. "Now theres a real man!" He guffawed. Ethan's eyeballs wobbled.

They streamed into the Feast Hall with the other teenage einherjar and found a free table in one of the upper rows. Ethan sat down with the others, stealing glances around in search for Dana. He almost expected her to charge in with her sword and axe, ready to chop him up. The Feast Hall was a no-killing zone... right?
Oh damn. There she was.

As soon as he saw her, Ethan buried his face in his plate. Unfortunately his mashed potatoes sucked at camouflage so he had to look back up, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Oh hey Dana! Hola. Hi. Dana. Hey there."
In his three years in Valhalla, he'd never killed a friend on accident like that. Frankly, it felt like crap. Everyone at the table was laughing it off and treating it like one big joke, but it was bad enough that it had happened in Hotel Valhalla. What if it happened at Ragnarök? Or somewhere in the mortal world?

Ethan had a frozen smile during the whole meal and tried drowning a few times in his cup of mead just to save himself the embarrassment of getting through with dinner. Unfortunately, Mundigern saw through his clever plan and kept patting him on the back so hard he spewed out his drink through his nose.

"So guys! Clubbing to the death after this?" Miro asked during dessert. She was a daughter of Thor and her real name was Miroslava, but everyone called her Miro. "The 16th floor got another party tonight and they said it'd be savage."

Raves weren't usually Ethan's style, but he'd go anywhere with his floor 22 crew. They were all as tight-knit as a grandma scarf, so there was no reason he'd let them down tonight.
He was just finishing up his shower when a knock rang in his room. Hastily stepping out of his hot tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist in all emergency and went to answer before anyone hacked his door down again. Poor thing had been through enough tonight.
He was quite surprised not to see the towering frames of the Goth twins or even Miro's burly shoulders. Instead he was greeted with the short stature and elfin features of Dana Le Cor.
"What's up?" he asked, grabbing at his towel before it slipped down his legs.

Ethan finally managed a smile. "So no hard feelings about being pushed off a cliff then?"

At that moment, the rest of the einherjar group streamed over. All of them were dressed in bright colours and skimpy clothing, Viking tattoos spread on their skin with glow paint. The Goth twins had matching rhinestone swirls.

"Ethan, my my!" Jormund cooed. "Is that your oufit? I like it!"

"Much better than Dana's" Miro tutted. With her braided hair and extravagant feather bikini she looked like the Viking edition of Victoria's Secret. "Gods of Asgard, woman, where are the rhinestones, the flowers, the bralet? Do you seriously have a shirt on right now?"