Ack! I deeply apologize for this late chapter! Things have been busy recently with collage. Luckily everything's good and fine so far, but it's little stressful here and there. At first, I decided to make a long chapter with four soundtracks, then it dropped to three ones but finally I had enough of writing after getting a nasty writer's block on the third scene, so… yeah, only two soundtracks for this chapter. Luckily this chapter is long enough for you to enjoy.

Transformers © Hasbro

Earthspark © Spiritstrike

Ylva Uusitalo, Jokke and Kickan are © mine

Soundtracks:
First scene: Old Friends from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, Howard Shore

Second scene and final scene: Lucy Meets Mr. Tumnus from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Witch, The Lion and The Wardrobe, Harry Gregson-Williams


Chapter 2 – Paradise


"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Take it easy, Doc!"

"Stop whining like a sparkling, Mr. Hot-Head!"

The loud voices of Hot Shot and Ratchet echoed inside the Med Bay while Rodimus, Arcee, Bumblebee and Sideswipe were waiting outside. Rodimus was standing, leaning against the wall while glaring on the door to Med Bay as he continued to listen on the whining Hot Shot made and the yelling of Ratchet. He was surprisingly thoughtful, he had fallen deeply into his thoughts and trying to figure out many things at same time, though that will take a very long time just to figure out one thought at the time.

Rodimus had wondered a lot on why nobody was telling him the truth about the strangers he and his team met earlier.

During the flight back to base, he tried to ask Optimus and Ironhide about the strangers but got nothing in return. None of them said a word except that Optimus was talking with the strangers, although in their odd language and he had no idea what they were talking about. Even when they arrived back on base, Optimus had taken in the woman – Ylva Uusitalo – and her dogs. He had followed with Ironhide who brought Hot Shot immediately to the Med Bay where the medic was waiting for them.

That woman made him wonder a lot. He'd noticed something very unusual about Optimus when they met. It was a happiness he hadn't seen before. It was like… he missed her dearly, almost like a close person to him. But only that brought more questions than what his questions were answered. He knew something wasn't right here, and Rodimus was determined to find out.

"AJJJJ!"

Suddenly he jerked up his shoulders as he heard a very loud cry of pain. Rodimus stared widely like an idiot when the door opened and Ratchet came out with a limping Hot Shot. He looked like he'd been through the worst hell in his lifetime and came back alive. He was chewing on his bottom lip plate, making an almost funny grimace while he muttered to himself underneath his breath. Bumblebee hurried to help Hot Shot but the mech pushed him away, stubbornly trying to walk on his own.

"How's it going with your leg?" Sideswipe asked, more serious than concerned.

"Its fine, Sideswipe," Hot Shot hissed under his breath. "Doc has repaired it and nothing's broken."

"Just take it easy and it will not cause more pain for you," Ratchet told to the silver mech, though he didn't look over his shoulder at him.

"Ja, ja…" Hot Shot muttered almost inaudible for everybody's audio receptors to hear.

He gently limped forward, venting slowly as he tried to ignore the pain when he took a step forward without trying to limp. He felt instantly how the injured leg struck like thunder, forcing him to bite on his lip so hard that he thought he drew some Energon but didn't. He kept thinking 'I can do this' again and again. It helped to keep focus as he concentrated hard to keep one step at the time. The silver mech tried his best to walk in a straight line when he felt something clapping on his shoulder.

It was Rodimus who clapped and gave a gently squeeze on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"Heh, yeah," the silver mech huffed, though didn't try to be cocky this time. "I just need to take it easy and done."

The Prime didn't reply, instead he let his hand go as he slowly walked but not before he turned around to look again at Hot Shot and waited for him to come. It was time to guide him to the quarters he and his human partner will have. He slowed his pace for the other mech that had to walk slowly because of the pain while they walked through the corridors. The others joined them too. Sideswipe kept pretty close next to him. Optimus and Ironhide weren't the only ones who made the young Prime suspicious. His guardians were acting strange as well.

How long have they known Hot Shot? Rodimus wondered as he made a quick look over his shoulders to see the others, and soon noticed that his guardians seemed to be treating him like an old friend. Gently patting on his shoulders, chatting between each other in Cybertronian that he himself could not understand, he felt frustrated for not being able to understand it fully yet. Arcee on other hand walked beside him without him noticing her presence.

"Is something wrong, Roddy?" A soft question snapped his thoughts off and Rodimus shot his gaze to the byzantine femme.

"Oh, it's nothing," he replied softly.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" She sounded not convinced though. "You look like you're in deep thought."

"Ah, it's nothing to worry about, Arcee." Rodimus sighed, gently patting on her shoulder, "I'm fine."

Although the femme didn't give a word, her glaring gaze made him aware that she knew something wasn't right. She was worried he could tell, looking after any signs of bad things that would affect his wellbeing. Then she was worrying too much unnecessarily. But he knew she cared a lot for him so much. Then he moved his gaze to look in front to immediately discover that they'd arrived on the door to the quarters that will be Hot Shot and his human partner's new place.

He hurried to the key desk, pushed the buttons to code up the key and the door opened sideways. "Here we are, Hot Shot," he told to the silver mech. "Come in."

"Guys, you can go now. I need some space for myself," Hot Shot told to the silver warrior and the yellow scout.

They nodded in respect. "Of course, Shotty," Bumblebee told to him. "But call us if something happens."

"Ja," came a simple answer from the silver mech as he took slow steps forward, now limping less and nearly walk properly. Though his face told he was still in pain. Rodimus' guardians turned around to walk together on a separate way from the others. Hot Shot crewed on his bottom lip plate, concentrating hard to ignore the pain when he felt something soft patting on his shoulder and his light blue optics met the worried blue optics of Arcee.

"You really look like you're in pain," the femme sounded really worried.

The soft voice made the mech to soften up, though he did frown. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry too much," he sounded different this time. Instead being cocky, the tone was soft and honest.

Arcee never spoke another word again while she watched the limping mech slowly walking into the room, though she followed after him and the door closed behind her.

Hot Shot didn't speak a word when they walked inside. The quarters were rather simple with a private shower rack, a large berth, a desk and two empty shelves. He walked around, inspecting everything and he was precise on the details. Rodimus said nothing but waited until the silver mech inspected everything. He took it in rather a good time. Also Arcee was silent as well while they stood, her gaze following the stranger as if she was a hawk.

"It looks pretty nice," the silver mech said. "I like it."

"Good," Rodimus replied. "Anything else you need?"

"Nah, not much. All I need here is perfect. Not too much or too less. It's lagom."

"La… lagom?" Rodimus and Arcee became confused. Both of them had a raised optic ridge as they stared.

Hot Shot suddenly laughed as he swirled around to face the confused mech and femme. "You don't get it, huh, kid?" He teased to Rodimus with a twist on his lips.

"Stop calling me kid!" The Prime snapped, already annoyed.

"Ja, ja," the silver mech cut in without warning, waving it off and closed his mouth while folding his arms over his chest as he shook his head. "Though you're acting like a kid to be quite honest."

"Me acting like a kid?" Dismayed, Rodimus stared at him when he – without thinking – walked towards to him and stood in front of him as he shot daggers on the stranger. "You think I'm acting like a kid, huh? Then you're very wrong about it."

"Heh, you think you're tough when you were clumsy enough to nearly knock me. You were driving like drunk."

"Hey! I wasn't driving like that!"

"You did it on purpose."

"No, I didn't. You were distracting me."

"Distracting you? Distracting you?! Pft. I've heard excuses that were far worse than that one."

"Oh yeah?" Rodimus came closer, so close that their faces could be touched by their nose plates. Warm breaths touched on their metal cheeks, tickling a bit.

"Heh, you're not scaring me that easily, kid." Hot Shot hissed warningly, still not backing off.

"You better be careful when you're dealing with me," Rodimus rose up a finger, pressing it on the silver mech's chest. "I'm a Prime, you should know that."

"A Prime? Pft. You're nothing compare to Optimus Prime."

Suddenly the young Prime made a hasty movement that the stranger didn't react quickly before he was pushed backwards. Then Hot Shot made the foolish mistake to fight back. Despite his injured leg, he was surprisingly quick, quicker than Rodimus thought when he received a nasty blow as their foreheads clashed with a loud metallic bang. He threw up his hands, gripping his attacker's hands and held them in the air. Like a pair of challenging elks, the mechs tried to push themselves by pressing their heads hard and noisy groans escaped from them.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

As it happened, Arcee placed herself between the mechs, putting her hands on their chests like a wall to prevent them from making any charge. "Enough both of you!" she pleaded. "You have to knock it off! BOTH OF YOU!"

Having a femme between them wasn't a good idea to try to dare fighting anymore. Besides, why paying mind to fight when there are other, better solutions to solve their problems? Even if none of them would attack now with a femme between them, the mechs continued to stare at each other, intensive optics that shot thunders upon themselves. Rodimus could sense how his chest burned underneath his throat, his spark pulsing hard in anger.

Just then, a knock was heard from the door. Rodimus turned his head over his shoulder just when the door opened automatic and a black mech stepped in.

"I see you've come to your quarters, Hot Shot," Ironhide greeted. "Like it so far I guess?"

"Yeah, this room is good enough, Ironhide," Hot Shot answered, though he shifted his gaze back and forth between the black elder, the young Prime and the byzantine femme.

"Anything good between you so far?"

That question caused the Autobots to stare at the elder bot in confusion. It was meant to Rodimus and Hot Shot. None of them moved a muscle cable as they carefully thought through while Ironhide was waiting for them in patience, knowing they mustn't rush to give him the answer, although his faceplates were unreadable. Eventually, it was Hot Shot who spoke up. "Everything's fine between us so far."

Liar, was the first thought Rodimus had in his processor. Nothing was fine between them. He still felt tense after all. He had many questions that needed to be answered, and he wanted those answers now.

"It goes fine between them so far, Ironhide," Arcee suddenly said softly, although that was a total lie. "However, I'm concerned about his leg."

"I see," Ironhide frowned. "Arcee, I need to speak with them. Privately."

"Of course…" it was the last words from the femme when she reluctantly bowed her head in respect and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Rodimus suddenly felt uncomfortable now when he was alone with only Ironhide and the stranger. "Has anything gone badly between you?" Now Ironhide sounded serious, glaring sharply at the young mechs with shifting optics back and forth, no doubt that he sensed the tension between them.

"I've told you it's fine between us, 'Hide," Hot Shot snorted as he folded his arms over his chest, glaring at the black mech.

Ironhide wasn't so easily convinced. "I don't think so, Shotty."

"Ironhide, nothing has gone bad between us," Rodimus gave an unexpected snarl, which surprised both the black mech and the silver mech. "So you can just relax."

"I rather concern myself about Hot Shot here than you, Rodi –"

Ironhide stopped when the door knocked again, opened up and a large, blue frame with red flames stepped in. It was Optimus. He looked surprisingly happy for some strange reason that made Rodimus to wonder why.

Then he noticed that Optimus was alone. "Where's Ylva, Optimus?" Hot Shot questioned once he noticed that his partner wasn't with the former Prime.

"She's fine, Hot Shot," Optimus replied softly and calm. "She's at the lake with her dogs."

"The lake?" The mech blinked twice with a confused expression.

"I know where it is," Rodimus cut in, looking on the silver mech. "Do you want me to guide you?"

"There's no need to rush to her," Optimus suddenly spoke. "She told me that she wants to be alone for the moment."

"Oh… I see," Hot Shot's face saddened with a frown.

The former Autobot Commander walked to him, laying his hand on the silver mech's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry. She's fine at the moment. Besides…" he then unexpectedly moved his gaze to look on the young Prime, "I think Rodimus would like to talk with her."

At first, Rodimus had no idea what to say. Did he just say that? He wasn't sure what to believe. He stared widely in disbelief so much that he failed to notice how idiotic he looked like. "Are you alright, Rodimus?" a worried baritone pieced through his audio receptors. He jerked up his shoulders in reaction and then shot a glare up on the tall former Autobot Commander.

"I'm fine, Father," he sounded foolishly. "I would be glad to meet her. If that's okay for you, Hot Shot."

The silver mech didn't answer directly, though he made a head movement. "That's fine for me," he finally answered once he sat down on the edge of the berth.

Rodimus made a slight nod to him but didn't say a word for Hot Shot slowly lay on the berth when he, along the elders, left the quarters. As they walked through the corridors, he was in his thoughts again. He shifted his gaze back and forth between the elders that weren't noticing a single thing. The young Prime read on their faces. They were silent but he knew that they were hiding the truth for him.

Without saying a word, he walked on his separate way from the elders, but once they were walking in the opposite direction… he stopped and turned around. He knew he must find out the truth, and the only way was to stalk after them and listening to them in secret. Using his sensitive audio receptors, he listened carefully while walking silently on his feet as he tried to stalk after the elder mechs, who seemed were completely unaware for the stalker.

Once he was pretty close, yet a good distance from getting spotted, Rodimus placed himself against the wall. He stood around the corner just when he thought heard voices that were coming from the elders.

"Optimus… how is she?" The first voice came from Ironhide.

"I'm worried, old friend… she looks very exhausted," the deep baritone sounded very worried.

The voices were deeply in concern while Rodimus thief-listened. What are you two talking about? Rodimus mentally questioned as he dared to take another step closer to the edge of the corner, enough to give him some slight look around the corner. He barely saw Optimus and Ironhide, though he was able to see the deeply concerned face of Optimus. He'd never seen such a worried face before, though it had been times when he'd been extremely worried for his sake of course.

"Tell me."

"Ylva has told me about many things, old friend."

"Yes…?"

"She told me about her dad's kidnapping. Also they'd been hunted by the Swedish government along the other governments of the Nordic countries and… a top secret government group since the battle in Chicago years ago."

"Are they looking for her…?"

"Yes. I'm afraid so, Ironhide. They're looking for her arms, and they desperately want to get them."

While thief-listening on them, Rodimus wondered a lot. What the heck have they been through together?, he wondered thoughtfully. And what does Father mean with Ylva's arms?

"Optimus, we've gotta help them! We cannot allow the humans to catch them and do whatever they want to them."

"I know. But that's not the worst thing…"

"What do you mean not the worst thing?"

Without warning, the young Prime suddenly felt something not right. He felt that he must get the hell away from there now before he'd get spotted by anything or anybody. But when he tried to leave by sneaking away, Rodimus' foot accidentally slammed loudly on the floor that echoed through the corridor. He mentally swore as he made a hasty swirl and ran as fast as he could. He didn't look behind his back because he thought he would get detected.

But he failed to notice that he got spotted.

"Looks like he's spying on us, Prime." It was Ironhide who spoke. The black mech held his optics after the fleeing Prime before he turned to Optimus, who stood behind him.

"Indeed," Optimus said, frowning a suspicious look on his face.

"Have you told him yet?"

"No. I haven't told him yet. And I won't break my promise to Ylva."


Bright sunlight hit on his sensitive optics when Rodimus came outside from the base, walking downhill on the rocky road towards the large Minaret Lake that glittered like bright crystals. The sky was clear of clouds as the bright sun stood at her highest peak. The landscape made him to remember the first time when he came out and saw the lake. Back then… he was Hot Rod. He hadn't forgotten his previous life but he didn't want to go back there again, not now when he had accepted his destiny as a Prime. However, he did miss the old times when he had the freedom in his life.

As he kept walking downhill, his memories flashed alive inside his optical system. The silence around him brought a sense of serenity upon him. He fell deeply into his thoughts when a howl echoed from the lake, cutting him off from his thoughts and he shot his gaze towards the direction towards the sound. It sounded like it was coming from a wolf. But there were no wolves in the area from what he knew. Rodimus sharpened his sensitive audio receptors to listen after the howling when he heard another noise, though this time it was a sharp barking.

Then it hit him in an instant. The howling and the barking were coming from the woman's dogs.

Rodimus changed his gait to a jog, heading downhill as fast as he could. As the young Prime jogged, the faster he ran, the louder the howling and the barking became. It didn't take long before he saw a figure standing near the lake and two furry animals playing around her. There stood Ylva.

"Hey!" he called.

The woman instantly shot her gaze towards the young Prime, the dogs howling and barking happily to see him coming and galloped to greet him with happy wiggling tails. She rose up a hand, making a waving movement. "Hi!"

Rodimus shifted his gaze back and forth between the woman and the dogs that were running around his feet. He tried to shoo them off when Ylva put two fingers in her mouth and blew a sharp whistle. The dogs galloped quickly back to their owner, sitting down on either side of her.

"Thank you," Rodimus smiled as he slowly approached her. "Your dogs are quite excited."

"Yeah," the woman kneeled down to scratch on the malamute's head. "They like to meet new people, especially Kickan. She's a people's dog."

Rodimus chuckled while he watched the scene. Without her noticing, he made a quick scan over her curved body with the long, raven-black ponytail that trailed over her back. The military camouflaged jacket and the ripped pair of jeans along the black walking shoes she wore were very dirty. But there was something that captured his attention. She was wearing gloves despite it being a hot, sunny day.

The young Prime slowly kneeled down. "So…" His blue optics met the clear gray eyes, and he lowered his gaze shyly.

"You're Rodimus Prime, am I correct?" Ylva asked softly as she tilted her head to my side, shaping an inclined grin and raised eyebrows.

"Yes, that's my name," Rodimus nodded. "And Ylva was your name?"

"That's right," she nodded.

"Eh, yes, I was thinking… ehh," Rodimus shuttered, trying to figure out what he should say. Unfortunately the words abandoned him alone, leaving him speechless.

"Can't you speak properly? You're sounding like a kid…" Ylva snapped, sounding irritated as she swirled around and walked away from him. "Jävla mög."

The woman walked towards the shore, the dogs trotting along aide her when she sat down on the soft grass. She then grabbed a small rock to toss it over to the dark water, the surface splashed as the rock sank beneath its clear surface. The dogs ran down to the water, the malamute bowed his head down to drink while the lapphund splashed around playfully, barking happily. Kickan's fur all wet from the water, she stuck her nose beneath the surface and blew tiny bubbles from her snout before she tossed the water into the air and bounced around like a gazelle.

The young Prime then walked over to the sitting human, sitting next to her and wrapped his arms around his legs that were pressed against his chest. He turned his optics from the dogs to the human. "I didn't mean to upset you," Rodimus tried to apologize, though he soon fell into silence once he noticed that the woman seemed to be ignoring him.

Silently, he moved his optics to look on the dogs while trying to figure what he should do next. Then Rodimus noticed Kickan was trotting towards him. He released one of his hands of his legs, laying it down on the ground as the wet lapphund greeted him with a sharp bark. "Hey, you," he greeted in a friendly manner, gently lifting the index finger above the lapphund's height to allow Kickan to smell him.

She sniffed on the tip of the index finger, though her curled fluffy tail stood high over the spine. Rodimus quickly made a scan over the dog's body, sensing how the dog's body temperature was high as he heard the fast panting Kickan made to keep her body cool. He'd never seen such a fluffy dog before and already he found her very cute and adorable. The lapphund then sat down, rising up her right paw to put it on the tip of his finger as she wiggled excitedly and gave a bark.

Rodimus shaped a small but warm smile when he showed his open palm for Kickan. "Come." He told to Kickan, although she had already jumped up on his hand and lay down. The young Prime then slowly carried Kickan up, holding her above his chest. Then the lapphund immediately leaped up towards his faceplates to give him wet kisses as she licked on his lip plats and the tip of his nose plate.

Rodimus giggled like a happy sparkling by the ticklish tongue, though he did jerk up his nose plate by the smell of wet dog. "Hey, that tickles! Stop that!" he pleaded, but he didn't want to grab her because he was little afraid to harm the small dog.

"Looks like Kickan likes you," a soft melodic voice captured his audio receptors. Rodimus gently put the dog away from his faceplates, moving his optics to look on the woman and met her eyes.

"Yeah, seems like it," he answered, grimacing while struggling to hold Kickan from kissing him more without harming.

"Ja," was Ylva's only answer, then falling back in silence. Just then, the malamute slowly walked back towards her and sat down beside her. The huge wolf-like dog gave a tired sigh as if he was very old. "Jokke," she said his name as she patted on Jokke's head, gently stroking while scratching the fur.

However, Rodimus held his optics on the woman under a long, silent moment despite she had moved her eyes from him. Ylva looked so beautiful. So sweet… He'd never seen any beauty like her before. She reminded so much… so very much of Tracy. Suddenly his spark pulsed on a high rate, beating hard under his throat. His chest raged in a firestorm that burned through his frame as Rodimus suddenly saw an image inside his optical system that made him to gasp and hold his breath in terror. He hadn't seen the image for a very long time. The image of his beloved human Tracy flashed before him.

"Are you alright?"

He shook his optics, blinking them twice. The image vanished quickly away as Rodimus glanced over at Ylva, who was standing up and looking at him with concern. He carefully moved Kickan back on the ground before he stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said with a nod, though he did sound okay.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Ylva didn't sound convinced as she narrowed her eyes, putting her gloved hands on her hips. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm absolutely fine, Ylva," Rodimus half-lied.

The human narrowed more of her eyes but then softened her face. "I see," she said.

A pause took shape between them as the woman swirled around to then kneel down next to the malamute. She scratched behind Jokke's ears when the young Prime kneeled down. "Your name isn't very common here," he stated, though receiving a slightly annoyed gaze.

"I know. It's Swedish, and my last name is Finnish," she replied as she was quickly up on her feet again.

"Swedish and Finnish? Wait, are you –"

"I'm half Swedish, half Finnish. My last name, Uusitalo, comes from mom's side."

"Oh, I see…" Rodimus frowned softly a bit, the tune in his voice a little sheepish. "I've never met somebody like you."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, though the young Prime could see that she looked surprised like she didn't expect him saying that. He did even see how her smooth rounded cheeks blushed up. "You've never met someone like me before?" Ylva inquired, trying to hide the shy tune.

"No. Never," He was honest to answer as he continued to stare.

Ylva then glanced down on the ground, the blushing redder than before and a silence dragged upon them. The pants from the dogs were the only thing they heard. Rodimus observed the body language as he made a very quick scan over her body, sensing the body temperature when he detected something odd. Most of her body showed steady body temperature, but the arms and the shoulder blades told another story.

Her arms are colder than the rest of the body, Rodimus thought, but then he thought on the one thing Optimus said earlier: Many were looking for her arms. But that only led to more questions than answers. What was she hiding from the rest of the world that very few knew about? He narrowed his optics thoughtfully, trying to think many thoughts on short time, though it didn't last long.

"How's going with Shotty?" Ylva questioned as she looked up on him.

"Shotty?" Rodimus sounded sheepishly but quickly he realized who she meant. "Ah, it's going fine with Hot Shot so far."

"That's good," Ylva said. "I'm glad. And I'm sorry about his behavior earlier. That lazy hound pretends he's the best of all, but the truth is he doesn't."

Rodimus chuckled by her joke. "Yeah. Although I don't think he'll be a huge problem for me."

"Nä, he's always acts like that when he meets new people," the woman explained. "But once you get to know him well, he's completely different than you think."

"Heh, I hope so," Rodimus grinned when they heard a small howling noise. The young Prime and the woman looked over at Jokke who stood in front of Rodimus, looking up at him with curious but old brown eyes. Panting heavily by the heat, the old malamute sat down with submissive ears and wagging his curled tail as he gave another howling noise that almost sounded like he said a word.

"Jokkmokke," Ylva kneeled next to him, laying a hand on his neck and carefully grabbed the colorful collar around his throat. "Vad är det, gubben?"

Jokke turned his head to his owner, touching on her lips with the snout and licked smoothly. As it happened, the lapphund came to them and whined loudly while she licked hastily on her owner's cheek. "Hey, hey, Kickan," she tried to push Kickan away from getting overwhelmed by the kissing. "Det räcker, gumman!"

Confused, Rodimus scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "De…What?" he looked and sounded just like a dumb idiot with wide optics in total confusion. Not surprising when you aren't familiar with an unknown language you had never heard before.

"Sorry," Ylva made a quick apologize. "I prefer to speak on my mother language. If you don't mind it of course."

"No, no, not at all," Rodimus denied, waving a hand gesture, "However I found your language to be very confusing to be quite honest."

"Ja, ja. You'll get to use that, Stoffe-Puffe."

That wasn't he expected to hear Ylva calling him that and made him surprised as he stared straight on the woman, only to hear a soft giggle. "Pardon?" was all he could say.

"Stoffe-Puffe. That'll be your nickname," Ylva explained grinning.

The young Prime just blinked twice, even more surprised, before he rose up an optic ridge, inclining a twist of his lip plates. "My nickname you say… that sounds a bit off," he chuckled, his faceplates twisting in disdain of the nickname.

"Hehe, that's how it's supposed to be, Stoffe-Puffe," Ylva teased with a small smile as she rose up her eyebrows and wiggled them teasingly. "A funny nickname that fits the person well, like Masse for example."

"Yeah, yeah," Rodimus waved it off as he shook on his head. "Whatever. Just don't make fun of me."

"Hehe," the woman teased again, "då ligger du risigt till, kaa."

It caused him to glare in annoyance and confusion, though the face plates quickly softened up once he heard the teasing laughter and couldn't help but chuckle. The young Prime and the woman stayed by the lake for a long time, playing with the dogs and giving them a lot of exercise until it was time to head back to base. When they walked uphill, the sun was slowly setting on its route across the afternoon sky and appearing clouds were thickening up the bright sky into gray.

But as they kept walking, Rodimus noticed soon that Ylva was slowing down as he could hear how heavily she breathed. She sounded very exhausted despite how well-trained she appeared, though he quickly stopped and turned around once she had stopped and sat down on a big rock. "Are you alright?" he asked as he frowned worriedly. When the woman didn't reply, he wrapped one hand behind her back and – with extreme care he'd ever had in his life – carried her up. None of them spoke a word while they continued their road back to base.


I hope you enjoyed so far :3

Translation

Lagom – Enough

Jävla mög – Bloody shit

Nä - Nah

Vad är det, gubben – What is it, old man

Det räcker, gumman – That's enough, sweetie

Då ligger du risigt till, kaa – Then you're in big trouble, man