Tord's Perspective

I awoke the next morning to feel Patryk gently pulling away from me, attempting to not wake me up. "Papa.. Papa." I muttered half-awake and grabbed him, keeping him from leaving the bed. Pat stopped and gently rubbed my hand. "Yes son?" He responded quietly and I opened my good eye. "Don't go." I said and gently tugged on his shirt. He chuckled and laid next to me, gently kissing my cheek. I turned to face him and stared at him tiredly. "I guess I can't argue with you, you are my boss." He said with a smile and settled down, holding me close. I happily snuggled up to his warm body, purring loudly. I smiled when Paul tiredly pulled the both of us into a hug. "Will you two stop moving around-." He tiredly grunted and Patryk chuckled. "Yes of course love, I'm sorry." He said and got comfortable holding me. I rested my head under his chin and calmed my breathing as my sleepy state coaxed me into a second round of rest.

I was later awoken by the feeling of Patryk's hand slowly stroking my cheek. "Tord sweetheart, you have to wake up." He said in a soft voice and I shifted, groaning. "Nooo- five more minutes mom." I tiredly grumbled and smiled slightly when he laughed. "Tord, you can't sleep forever. You need to be a big boy and lead your army." He told me and I huffed. "Pleaaase- at least give me time to wake up-." I pleaded and yawned. "Yes of course... breakfast is ready when you're up for it." He told me and covered me up with the fluffy blanket that was loosely draped on me. After a few minutes of letting my brain wake up, the smell of bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls kicked in. I sat up and looked around the room excitedly, wanting to see the delicious breakfast I had sensed. Patryk was happily munching on a cinnamon roll as Paul helped him put on his boots. It was a cute sight. I carefully got out of bed and winced, feeling my robotic arm malfunction again. I had slept on it, and now it was more injured than before.

"Papa, can you help me take off my arm? It's really hurting me." I said and approached the man who had just finished his glazed cinnamon roll. "Oh yeah, sure sweetheart. Just wait a moment." He said and I sat down next to him. I watched as Paul playfully kissed Patryk's hand and stood up. "I better be off to my shift now, good-bye kiddies." He said and Patryk gently pulled him down by his collar. "You better give me a kiss, or we're gonna have some problems." He said with a smirk. Paul grinned and gently kissed him before kissing my forehead. "Bye bye you two, I'll see you for dinner." He said with a warm smile and left the room. "Father's so nice, isn't he?" I commented and Paul gently pulled up the sleeve near my robotic arm. "Yes he is." He hummed and carefully disconnected my robotic arm. "Do you want me to take off the connective plate too?" He asked and I rubbed my sore shoulder. "... Yeah, I think so." I replied unsurely and watched him take out the med-kit.

"Don't look Tord, you know how sensitive you are." He said in a soft voice. I turned away and closed my eyes, wincing when the plate disconnected from my shoulder. It burned and made me feel ten times worse than getting a shot, but it didn't last long. I felt an alcohol wipe gently wipe my injured skin. "You can look if you'd like, I'm about to cover it up though." He told me and I hesitantly looked at my injured shoulder. It looked pretty pathetic, but at least it's not any worse. Patryk carefully wrapped up my scrapped shoulder and picked up the robotic parts. "I'm guessing you want to go down to your lab to finish up your new arm?" He guessed and I attempted to rub my shoulder, being gently reminded not to. "Yeah, but first I'd like some breakfast." I responded and watched him set down the pieces, taking out a full plate from the mini-fridge. "I'll help you eat, I know how hard it is for you to use just one arm for most things." Patryk said and helped me to eat a delicious breakfast.

"So what do you have planned for today Red Leader?" He asked and I licked my lips to taste the blueberries I had just eaten once more. "Well, after I finish up my new arm, I'll go give Thomas hell as always." I told him confidently and smiled when he ruffled my hair. "You little demon~ you're so evil." He teased and I purred. "Well, let's go Tord." He said and helped me get up. He picked up the robotic pieces and lead me through the halls towards my personal laboratory. "So what's all this I've been hearing about your new arm having a blaster built in? You tryin' to be Tony Stark?" He joked and opened the door for me. I snorted and shook my head, knowing that the scientists who had cracked that joke and spread it were messing around. "No, no blaster. It's just a normal, very strong robotic arm that's more durable than the one I have now. It is able to sync to my computer systems though, which is nice. I'll show you how it works when I've finished the outer layer of waterproof and scratch resistant coating. I'm basically done." I told him and walked into the lab.

I opened up the casing for my new arm with the help of Patryk and took out the robotic arm as well as the connector. "This model is much more suited to my body and has better movement." I informed him and opened up the special coating can. After carefully dipping both pieces in the substance multiple times, I hung them by strings on a rack to dry. "Now that those are drying, how about we go over my schedule? I'll be keeping you with me today as an aid, because of my missing arm." I said and pulled out my FHD. You may ask, what is an FHD? It's a futuristic holographic device, and i named it that to sound cool. I scrolled through it to find my schedule and looked for the current time. "Today is drill 5 day, oh joy." I said sarcastically and sighed. I pulled the hand radio from my belt and turned it on. "Initiate Drill 5, Treat this drill as a real attack. Please evacuate the building immediately, and bring the prisoners with in a secure fashion." I spoke in a serious tone and cleared my throat.

"Start øvelse 5, behandle denne øvelsen som et ekte angrep. Vennligst evakuer bygningen umiddelbart, og ta med fangene på en sikker måte." I repeated in Norwegian. I got up and walked at a brisk pace with Patryk, exiting the building as many other soldiers raced out of the building in an orderly fashion. Once we were all in bunkers or in defensive positions against attackers, The drill was terminated and everybody celebrated. "Back to base everybody, please resume your tasks." I announced on the radio and walked into the building, soldiers staying behind me at all times as to not disrupt me or disrespect me. Patryk stood next to me and followed me back to the lab, seeing that the parts for my new arm were dry. "Well, that wasn't so bad after all. The newbies even followed the procedure perfectly, and I'd expect no less." I muttered to myself as Patryk helped me set the newly dried pieces on the workspace.

"Father, what color do you think would be best?" I asked and held out the lightweight metal arm. "Hm.. You should paint a demonic design on it, like it's a tattoo." He suggested and opened up the paint buckets I had available. "Mind if I try? Paul is much better at it, but still.." He said self-consciously and dipped the paint brush in black paint. "Sure, I'll get some seats." I said and dragged two of my stools over to the workbench. He sat down and coated the arm in black before carefully drawing out a long tail outline in red. He then made a small imp tail end and added more little details As he went along. "Well, what do you think?" He asked and stopped painting. "I think it's beautiful dad. I'll keep it forever." I said and smiled warmly at him. He smiled and kissed my cheek before continuing his little painting project. He drew little insignificant details like tiny flowers or small evil signs. He ended the painting with horns on two of the knuckles down the fingers.

"Is that good?" He asked and let the paint dry. "I love it father." I said with a grin and Patryk gently hugged me. "I love you Tord." He said and kissed my cheek. I hugged him with my one arm and rested my head on his shoulder. "I love you too papa." I responded quietly and relaxed. I loved being in the arms of my papa. I could hear myself purring loudly, and it embarrassed me. I was okay with it though, because I was only purring in front of my father. I snuggled up to him and gently nuzzled his neck. "Papa, never leave me please." I whispered and held him tightly. Patryk gently rubbed my back and smiled. "Of course I won't leave you Tord. I'm here for you always." He told me and I stared at my new robotic arm. "Can we put it on now?" I asked, a bit distracted. Patryk let go of me and picked up the connection disk, looking at my covered arm. "A new disk will hurt a lot." The soldier warned me and pulled up my sleeve again.

He carefully uncovered my injured arm and picked up the disk, trying to figure out how to best way to fit it on would be. "Are you sure you don't want to have it surgically added-? That seems less painful-." He asked and I shook my head. "I have no time for an unnecessary procedure, just put it on. I've adjusted it to be worn this way anyways, all you have to do is find the puncture marks from the last connector." I told him and he looked at me unsurely. "It won't damage your nerves any further?" He asked worriedly and I shook my head. "No, just go ahead." I told him and clenched my teeth, looking away. I definitely didn't want it to hurt, but there's no way around it. I gripped the edge of my workbench and closed my eyes in preparation. "Alright... I'll try to be careful, just relax Tord." He instructed me and gave me a gentle kiss before running his hand along my scarred shoulder. After finding the correct way to put it in, He took out the med-kit in preparation. I wouldn't have known if he hadn't accidentally dropped it.

He put the connector into position before ever-so-gently pushing the actual connective part into their respective metal holes. That wasn't the painful part. I let out a pained yelp when he pushed it all the way in. That still was not the worst part. I held back a scream as he carefully attached the arm, which involved shoving it into the secondary slots for my nerves. He did a few other things that I didn't care about as I seethed in pain, but I could feel him inject my shoulder with painkillers. "It'll be alright Tord, that will kick in soon." Patryk told me in an attempt to comfort me. Thank god it isn't this painful after my shoulder gets used to the new arm and connective disk. I'll have to wear it like you'd wear a new piercing, not taking it off for months so that my body may adjust and heal properly around the disk. After a minute or so of almost agony, the pain in my shoulder died down rather quickly. Patryk smiled in relief as I relaxed and stared at my new arm. "Thank you papa." I said with a smile and leaned into his touch as he stroked my cheek. Now that I had my new arm, my life would be much easier.