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Tom stretched, hugging the other male. He felt warm and tired, happy to be cuddling with Tord. He looked up at the sky, a habit he had. Tord suddenly stiffened up, his gaze locked on something that Tom couldn't see from the angle he was at. "Are you alright, Tord?" He asked, looking at him. Tord just stood up, pulling Tom up with him. "What happened?" Tom asked, really confused and startled. "Two certain people that are looking for me... Let's just say I'm fucking screwed if they do," Tord muttered, starting to speedwalk in the direction of the house.

Tom followed after Tord, looking over his shoulder, seeing two figures. One of them had brown hair with bangs and the other had messy darker brown hair with a cigarette poking out of his mouth and, for some reason, oversized eyebrows. His eyes widened when he saw that both of them were wearing uniforms. He sped up a little bit so he was next to Tord. "Who are they?" He asked with a hint of panic in his voice. "Um... two of my soldiers...?" Tord answered slowly.

"WHAT?" Tom asked, stopping and looking at the other male. "Shutupshutupshutup-" Tord grabbed Tom's hand and broke into the run. Tom looked behind once more to see the taller of the two point in their direction and start walking towards them. He started running, panicking. "What happens if they catch up?!" He asked, panting. "Then they'll try to get me to come back to the army... and if I decline, then odds are they'll just force me to..." Tord replied, not stopping, and not even looking tired for some reason.

Suddenly, they were both knocked sideways, the breath knocked out of them. Tom hadn't even caught his breath before his arms were pinned behind his back, so he virtually couldn't move. He tried squirming around, but the other's grip only got tighter. Breathing heavily, he looked around for Tord, and saw that he was struggling with the other male, the taller one with bangs.

Eventually, Tord got pinned down as well, similar to Tom. "God damn it Pat!" Tord yelled, obviously pissed. Tom tried to squirm away from whoever was holding him down, the other one, he guessed. He heard him mutter a few curses, and knew that he was giving him a hard time. He continued squirming around, desperate to get away from everything and help Tord.

"Fuck... Can't I just knock this guy out?" The male finally yelled out, obviously to Pat or whatever his name was. "Just knock him out and take him with us.. It would seem Tord here cares about him.. Maybe he'd be more willing to stay if we took him too.." Pat replied, glaring daggers at Tord, who was looking at the ground. Tom started squirming around again. "God, you guys are so lame," He mumbled, before straining as much as he could, feeling the grip loosening a bit.

Suddenly, he was hit in the back of his head, causing his vision to go blurry. Fuck... He thought, knowing that he would pass out in a minute. Tord yelled something in Nowegian, then went silent as he was knocked out as well. The last thing Tom saw before he passed out were the two stupid guys that would do God knows what to them.

(Timeskip)

Tom woke up with a pounding headache. He looked around, blinking until his vision wasn't blurry anymore. He was in a stone walled room, obviously a cell. "-Tord!" Tom said to nobody in particular, seeing that the Norwegian wasn't there. He started to get up, then realized that he was tied up tightly. Growling quietly, he started squirming around, trying to at least loosen the ropes so he wasn't almost being strangled.

How the hell did I get myself pulled into this? He thought to himself, wishing that he could know for sure that Tord was okay. He just stared at the floor, thinking, until he heard a familiar voice yelling curses in Norwegian, obviously pissed. Tom sat up, instantly recognizing it as Tord. A few seconds later, he saw Tord being forced over to the cell by the two men who had brought them there. Tom growled quietly, glaring at them. The one he was pretty sure was Pat unlocked the cell and the other one just pushed Tord in and slammed the door shut, then they both walked off, talking to each other in low mutters, both of them sounding pissed off. Tom squirmed around until he was next to Tord, and leaned against him as much as hs could in his current situation.

Tord looked over at Tom, having a black eye. "You okay? I'm sorry you got dragged into this..." He muttered. Tom's eyes widened when he saw Tord's injuries. "Did you try to attack them...?" He asked. Tord nodded, starting to untie him, much to Tom's relief. As soon as Tord was finished, Tom hugged the other tightly, despite everything that had happened in the past few hours. "What did they do to you?" Tom asked as Tord hugged him back. "Well, they tried to get me to agree to stay as their leader... And I declined... They got pissed.. Mostly because I was fucking pissed..." Tord sighed, pulling away from the hug.

"I'm honestly surprised they made sure to block any ways I could get out of here," Tom looked at him. "You've done this MULTIPLE TIMES before?" He asked, surprised. "Yeah... They've really been trying to stop me from just running away from the situation.. So we won't be getting out of here anytime soon, unless Paul and Pat have a sudden change of heart, which is highly unlikely," Tord shifted over so he was sitting against the wall, looking at Tom. "Well.. At least you're not alone this time.." Tom said, feeling sick that he was trying to be optimistic for once. Tord just looked over at Tom. "Wow.. That's rare.. The wild Tom trying to be positive," He smirked, earning a punch on the shoulder. from Tom.

"What's going to happen now? God.. Edd and Matt'll be so w-worried.." Tom mumbled, his voice cracking. He hugged himself, really not wanting to start crying. But the more he thought about it, the worse he felt. Tord pulled him into a hug. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Tom.. It won't be too long.. Calm down.." He tried to comfort the other male. He started running his hand through the other's hair, muttering soothing words in Norwegian. Eventually, Tom dozed off, exhausted from the events that had happened. Tord just held him in his lap, playing with his hair.

Suddenly, he heard keys rattling and knew without even looking that it was either Paul or Patryk. He looked up, not even startled or worried at the least, and saw both Paul and Pat for some reason. They walked over to Tom and Tord, and stopped in front of them. Patryk, being the nicer one, looked slightly nervous. Paul just looked, well, like Paul. "Tord. Look, we understand you don't want to come back, but the army is falling apart without you.. I know we took both of you guys by force, but you had given us no other choice-" Patryk started, but was cut off by Tord. "I'm not going to fucking come back, no matter what you guys do." Tord said, standing up to look at least a little bit intimidating, but it was kind of hard, due to the height distance between him and Paul and Pat.

Tord glared up at them, his hands curling into fists. "Well... Then I guess we don't have a choice with this one.." Paul said, before grabbing Tord and getting him into a headlock. "What the-? Get the hell away from me!" Tord yelled. All of the yelling caused Tom to wake up, but mainly because Pat grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder, an easy feat due to Tom being so short. "What are you doing- HEY WHAT THE FUCK?" Tom yelled, realizing that it wasn't Tord who had picked him up. He started kicking Pat and squirming around, trying to get out of his grip. Pat, however, just yawned, not even stunned. Tom growled loudly, obviously pissed. Tord, meanwhile, was having similar difficulties. He was almost being choked by Paul dud to struggling and trying to get away. He eventually just stopped struggling, glaring at Pat.

"What are you doing with him?" Tord spat, gripping Paul's arm, trying to make sure he didn't choke. "Well, maybe if his life was on the line, you'd be more cooperative with staying here." Paul answered simply as Pat carried Tom out of the cell. Tom froze, completely stiffening up in fear. "Wha- no!!" Tord yelled, trying with all of his strength to pull away from Paul, who let go, causing Tord to fall. He walked over to the cell door and shut it before Tord could get up. "We'll come to get you in a bit. Just- think about what'll happen if you deny again." Paul said before following in the direction Pat went. Tord just stood up and rammed against the cell door. "Paul!! Pat!! Don't fucking do this!!" He started pacing the cell with his head in his hands, trying to think frantically of something to do. A few minutes later, Paul came back into the cell and led Tord out of the cell, pinning his arms behind his back just in case. Tord didn't struggle; He was too busy thinking of anything he could do to get out of this. He was walked to a clearing, one he had always used to make announcements to the army.

But now it was empty, except for Pat, Tom, and now him and Paul. Tom was sitting on his knees, his arms handcuffed behind his back. He had his head bent low, crying silently. Pat looked like he was regretting most of his life choices, which he probablh was. He held a gun in his hand, and was looking at it until he heard Paul and Tord. He looked up and flashed Tord a look of shame mixed with fear. Tord just looked ay him for a moment, then looked down, feeling like shit for dragging Tom into all of this. Paul kept Tord's arms pinned behind his back, looking worried for some reason.

Tord shut his eyes tightly, still trying to think of something, anything, that he could do to stop this from happening. But he knew that the only choice he had was to accept himself back into the army. "So... Tord. Are you going go agree to join us again? It would be a shame if we had to fire his brains out, if he has any." Paul said with a slight smirk. That was the breaking point for Tord. He drew his leg back, then kicked Paul in the crotch as hard as he could. Paul let out a squeak of pain and fell to his knees, holding himself. He tried to say something, but all that came out was wheezes and whimpers of pain. Tord. didn't waste a second and went for Pat next. He grabbed the other male by the collar of his uniform, glaring daggers at him. "Don't fucking come near us again." He growled, and Pat nodded quickly, just wanting to make sure Paul was okay.

Tord let go of him and picked up Tom, who was looking scared and confused, but somewhat relieved. Tord just started running to the entrance of the base and outside, looking around. He saw the helicopter that Paul and Pat had probably flown to get there. He opened the door and jumped into the pilot's seat, and put Tom into the co-pilot's seat. Once Tom had found his voice, he looked at Tord. "T-thanks, c-commie.." He stammered, still terrified after what had almost happened. Tord just smiled. "No problem, Jehovah." He replied, starting up the helicopter and getting it into the air shakily. "B-But I'm surprised I'm actually trusting you to be able to fly this thing..." Tom added sarcastically. "Where are we, anyways?" He asked. "Um... Norway...?" Tord answered slowly. "What-" The other male looked at him.

"Yeah... But anyways, I don't think they'll try to come back anytime soon. So I guess we're good for now?" Tord said. "Oh. Then that's good, right? And I just had a question.. Paul's the one with the oversized eyebrows, right?" Tom asked, surprised when Tord burst out laughing. "Yup!" He snickered. "And let's just say Paul and Pat are fucking gay for each other." Tom just grinned. "Like us."