[Tom's Point Of View]

The past 3 weeks had been mentally rough on me. With Tord in the hospital in critical condition, I couldn't help but feel guilty. He had assigned me as his body guard, I was supposed to protect him. I should've been there - but I wasn't.

Sitting out in the courtyard of the base, I rubbed my forehead with my palms.

'Dammit, Tord...'

I ran my fingers through my hair, massaging the side of my head. This was seriously messing with my head. Why would I care about the stupid Commie's well being? It's not like I loved him.... Did I?

To my frustration, Pau and Pat wouldn't let me go near Tord or his room - When I would protest they'd simply respond by saying that only immediate family were allowed inside. Eventually, I gave up trying to persuade them on letting me in, so I asked for them to check on him for me.

They'd always come out with the same answer.

"He's fine Thomas, Tord has already survived one explosion!"

I smirked softly, hoping they were right.

"Thomas." I heard Pau's firm voice call my name causing me to jerk up. "Yes, Pau? Is everything okay with Tord?" Pau chuckled faintly, nodding. "Yes, he's up today." I let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling my nerves calm down slightly. "He wants to see you, Thomas." I looked up, trying my best to look calm, but I couldn't help but feel excited. It's been 3 weeks and 4 days since I've last seen Tord properly. Before Pau could even finish his sentence, I bolted past him and into the infirmary. I didn't bother at the desk, the people take too long to register you. Making my way to Tord's room, I stumbled in.

"TORD!!"

I ran over to his bedside, hugging him by his waist tightly.

"Don't you EVER do something as stupid as that you Commie bastard...." I whispered softly into his stomach. Tord only chuckled, smoothing my hair down.

"Sorry min onde prins(my wicked prince), I hadn't meant to get blown up~" His voice was teasing and sweet, like music to my ears to hear his voice again.

"Tord...."

"Yes Tommy?~"

"I'm serious... Please be more careful next time..."

"Bah, live a little more Jehovah~"

"Tord," I spoke sternly, raising my eyes up to him. "You could've-"

I was cut off, as Tord pulled me into a kiss. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I felt Tord's warm lips press against mine. The kiss was sweet and soft, my eyes fluttering slightly. When Tord nibbled on my lower lip asking for entrance, I pushed away.

"Fucking... What the hell was that, commie?"

Tord's grin seemed to have slowly melted away with his spirit, but he forced a smile trying to seem unbothered. "Thought it would be a good way to shut ya up Jehovah... It worked. For the most part at least..." He mumbled to himself, before clearing his throat. Still flushing, I sat up a bit. "Uhm, anyways... I.. Should be released later on today."

I nodded gently, staying by Tord's side until he was released.

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It was late at night and the whole base was up partying. Not only did we crush the rebels but the Red Leader had recovered from his incident. I was sitting in the far corner, chugging my third bottle of Smirnoff. I was never one for parties, but boy did I sure love a drink.

Irritated from all of the flashing bright lights in my face, and the booming noise I grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff before stepping out into the hallway and made my way up to the second floor. I was so wasted with alcohol, I hadn't noticed the small redheaded woman that was following me.

I felt her body push into mine, pinning me to the wall. She had messed with her uniform to expose some cleavage as she grinned a devilish smirk. Her lips were a glossy wine color, her eyes were coal black. She had pale skin that was dotted with freckles.

"Jeg skal ha så mye moro med deg, sexy(I'm gonna have so much fun with you, sexy)~"

I pushed her away, stumbling to my right side. "What the fuck man, no hetero." I slurred, stumbling more to my right. The woman came towards me again, kissing the side of my neck.

"Nooo, that's straight...." I groaned, pressing my hands on her chest pulling her away. "Stop it...." I growled, my head shaking loosely. The next thing I knew, I saw a taller male figure with devil horns.

"Satan is that you?" I whispered quietly, hearing a foreign dialogue between the two figures.

"Tilbake av soldat(Step off soldier)!"

"Rød leder, I(Red Leader, I)-"

"Goddammet du full hore, sa jeg av deg! Gå nå tilbake nede(Goddammit you drunk whore, I said step off! Now go back downstairs)!"

"Ja Sir...(yes sir)"

Quickly walking away, the redhead gave me a pained glance before walking downstairs. The male figure stepped closer to me, placing his hand softly on my cheek.

"Thomas, are you okay?"

The voice had a thick Norwegian accent, and right then I immediately knew it was Tord.

"Ohhhhh hey Toooorddd~" I cooed, giving him a toothy grin. I heard him sigh softly, picking me up bridal style.

"Oh-Whoo! Are we on our honey moon?!~" I gasped, feeling my stomach flutter although it could've just been the alcohol I had consumed.

Tord was pretty quiet, but I could feel his heart pounding. Deciding to stay somewhat quiet, I just hummed while he carried me to my room. Placing me in my bed, he turned to leave.

Before he could, I quickly grabbed his wrist pulling him into the bed giggling.

"T-Tom, what are you-"

Before Tord could finish his sentence, I kissed him in a drunken state. It was a sloppy slanted kiss to his jaw, as my lips searched for his lips. Finally finding his lips, I shoved my tongue into his mouth. Tord let out a grunt, placing his hands on my hips.

Pulling away, I felt a bead of drool drip down my chin.

"Thomas.." Tord whispered softly, his breathing hitched as I began to plant slobbery kisses on the side of his neck. Slowly leading my hands down to his waist. Suddenly, Tord flipped me onto my back, giving me a lustful glare. Next thing I knew, lights were out.

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I felt a throbbing pain in my head and a burning sting in my neck. Letting out a groan I rolled over to my side. I noticed a pillow was gone, but I didn't really seem to mind. Feeling my stomach churn, I went to the bathroom to vomit up all that I drank last night.

After a good solid 10 minutes of vomitting, I heard Tord's voice behind me.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice groggy and rough. Jerking my head from the toilet bowl, I saw Tord in the bathtub, wearing only an undershirt and his underwear.

"WHAT THE-"

I looked away to hurl once more before wiping my mouth clean.

"Tord, W- Why are you in my tub?"

I could hear Tord chuckle softly. "Ah, sorry... I wanted to make sure you were safe, but you kept trying to molest me so I barricaded myself in the bathroom..."

I felt my face flush brightly at the thought of me on top of Tord. "I- I what?"

Tord looked up at me, his cheeks going red. "You.... Were well, saying things last night."

I quickly covered my face, feeling the colors being sucked out of my body.

"Oh my GOD, Tord I am so sorry!"

I could hear Tord laugh, as he got out of the bathtub.

"It's alright Thomas.. If you weren't drunk, I would've taken up on your offer~" He cooed, caressing the side of my face. "If you want, we could-"

"Not a chance in hell commie." He grunted, pulling away. Tord couldn't help but laugh in amusement. "I figured~"

I only scoffed, crossing my arms as I raised my chin. "Why Tord, I'm a classy man. You gotta buy me dinner first!~" I struck a little pose, being sarcastic of course.

Tord grinned at me, standing up. "Alright, dinner tonight at 7."

"Wait-"

"See you then sweet cheeks~" Tord cooed, walking out of the bathroom.

"Tord-"

"Bye!~" He grinned, waving at me holding his clothes in his good arm before leaving.

I stood there feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I was still trying to process what just happened.

"Well sugar honey iced tea, why does it have to be me...?"

I grunted, narrowing my eyes in confinement.