They play games.

Mostly unlike her best friend, Ylva was actually a bit of a gamer.

Not that much, mind you. She didn't spend every minute playing. She enjoyed good games, hard games, but she preferred to run or spar.

That being said, she loved one single thing:

Fighting games.

She could never understand nor explain why. Perhaps the fact that she got to kick other's people asses so rotundly once she memorized everything. Perhaps it was the satisfaction of championships amongst friends and family.

Or maybe she was just psychopathic.

Who knows.

The point is, right now, she was having fun. They had hooked up good 'ole MKX on her brother's PS4, and were currently locked in the throes of vivid, livid combat. They were toe to toe, neck to neck, with both of them spamming the dirtiest, most damaging combos on each other, their palms sweaty and their faces hot with emotion.

They were also 2 on 2 already.

And, as Ylva locked Amaia on the next combo, the ashen blonde spoke out.

"Ok, you facetious assaholic mother FUCKER! I will rip your intestines out and wring you dry with them!"

This elicited a major laugh from the Valkyrie, who simply continued her bullshit 258% combo, ending it with a nice little brutality. She turned to her best friend, a shit-eating grin to rival any shit-eating grin in her mouth, and spoke.

"Tired of losing, dear? Or do you want me to kick your spamming ass one more time?"

Amaia growled, and finally, raised the stakes.

"If you win again, I will do whatever the fuck you want."

"And?"

"If I win, you're going to do three things, of whatever the fuck I want."

Ylva grinned. They had begun to bet.

Good.