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"Hello, Mother! Hello, Father! Here I am at… Camp Granada!" Thor sang loudly, throwing his head back and letting it rip. Loki slammed his hand down on his seat, turning his head round to face his older brother.

"Thor! Shut up! I'm trying to read here!"

"That can't be very interesting!" Thor grinned. "I can entertain you instead!"

"Yeah, and I can go and become Father's favourite by yelling out curse words in his face. That's impossible, brother. You can never entertain me. My books are all the entertainment I need."

Thor's face fell.

"Oh, ok…"

He sat down in his seat, slouching with full pouted lips.

Loki sighed, closing his book. He turned around again.

"Listen, Thor… Can you just be quiet for 10 minutes? I need to finish this chapter."

Thor leaned over to take a look. "What are you reading?"

"Something called 'Jekyll and Hyde'. It's quite interesting, actually."

Thor started to sing again.

"Thor!" Loki slammed the book down. "Can you just be quiet for 10 minutes!?"

Thor grinned.

"You know that Jekyll and Hyde are the same person, right? And that Hyde kills himself at the end?"

"OH, THANKS A LOT!"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"THOR, YOU FUCKING OAF!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME, LOKI!"

"OH NO I DON'T!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"SHUT UP!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Loki slumped back in his seat, arms folded, lips pouting.

"You bastard…"

The coach pulled into the Dover Ferry Station. They waited for about 10 minutes outside until the coach finally pulled into the giant ferry.

"Wow! A ferry that is big enough for coaches and cars! I always imagined them to be smaller! Like boats!" Sigyn looked around, wide-eyed, before turning to Loki, who grinned. "It's so big!"

"I know, Pet," Loki smirked. "It's grand."

He kissed the top of her head.

"And we'll be living together in paradise."

"I've always been living in paradise," Sigyn stated. Loki looked surprised.

"I've been with you. You're my paradise, Loki."

"I'm your dark paradise," Loki said. "I'm not the paradise you deserve, Pet. I'm not good enough to be your paradise. Thor is."

Sigyn cupped his cheek in a hand, stroking it with her fingers. Loki sighed into her touch.

"Loki, I don't care if you're a Jotun or a Troll, you're all I want. You don't give yourself enough credit. You're my prince, be it of light or darkness."

"…Thank you, Sigyn. I truly appreciate it. Thank you, Pet."

She tapped him on the nose. "Kitten, you're so cute when you smile."

"What, like this?"

"Yep!"

"Awww, thank you, Little Bird. You're such a dainty thing."

"Hey! I'm as tough as Thor. Don't push it!"

"Ehehehehe, I won't!"

"Good!"

Loki pulled her closer toward him. She rested her head on his shoulder. He stroked her hair, loving the way it felt underneath his lean fingers. He leant over and kissed he head, then her nose, then her lips, before pulling away and smiling with fine, perfect white teeth.

"Someday, Pet, I will make you mine."

"I always have been."

"No, I mean in the eyes of Asgard."

"How?"

"By marrying you."

"Oh Loki, you know we can't."

"We will."

"How?"

"By getting rid of that brute, Theoric."

"Loki, don't do something stupid."

"I am the God of Mischief. I am a master of deception. Do you doubt me?"

"No, of course not."

"Good. Just trust me, Pet. We will be married. And I promise that I will do it legally."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"How do I know that you're not lying?"

Loki's brows clicked together in hurt and his eyes narrowed. "Pet, how can you doubt me? Every promise that I make to you is true. I will do it legally. I promise."

"I'm sorry, Loki."

"It's okay, Sigyn. I guess my reputation hasn't helped me, eh?"

"No."

"Well, I promise you that I am not lying. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Doubt me?"

"No."

"Then what have you to fear?"

"Nothing… I guess."

Loki leaned over and kissed her lips again. "Then, my dear, we should not concern ourselves with this any longer." And he stretched out his legs.

"Look. We're allowed to get off now. Let's wander around the ferry and eat something."

"Ok, but bathroom break first!"

Loki laughed.

"Yes, break first!" he smiled.

The students awoke in the coach to the sun blaring through the windows.

"Are we in France yet?" Hal asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Yes," Warwick said. He looked out of his window. "We'll be stopping off for breakfast soon."

"Yay! Breakfast!" Mercutio chirped, sitting up straight in his seat. "I'm starving!"

Slim nudged George in the arm. "George," he whispered. "George!"

"No, Lennie, shut up," George mumbled drowsily. "Shut up 'bout them rabbits and let me sleep."

"George. Wake up. We're getting breakfast soon."

"Lennie, shut up!" George snapped, pressing himself closer against the window. "It's too early to wake up."

Slim sighed and leaned back against his seat. George obviously wasn't going to wake up yet.

"Hey, Slim," Richard leaned over his seat to speak to him, "how's George?"

"He's mumbling to himself. Whenever I try to wake him, he says 'Shut up, Lennie' and won't wake up."

"Maybe we should just let him sleep."

"My idea exactly."

"Lennie, shut up!" George moaned. "Leave me alone! Go away! I hate you!"

Richard and Slim's eyes widened.

"What exactly happened when Lennie ran away?" Richard asked.

"I don't know," Slim replied. "But it wasn't good, whatever the cause of it was."

"I don't understand. Lennie's devoted to George. He never leaves his side. He's got the mind of a 5-year-old. He can't look after himself. What did George do to drive him away?"

"Something big. Do you think Lennie's alive?"

Richard looked at George in silence for a few moments, then sighed and shook his head. "No. He has to be dead. Lennie is just… too mentally challenged to look after himself."

"I think he is as well. George has to move on at some point in time. Look at him: he's seriously ill. I'm surprised that Warwick let him come on this trip."

"He's a part of the Gang."

"Even so, he needs medical and psychological treatment, not concerts and long journeys on ferries and coaches. He's going to die if he continues living like this!"

"Lennie!" George cried out. "Leave me alone!"

"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Richard asked, eyes wide at the sudden outburst from George as he lay sleeping.

"I suggest that we… that we… get him to seek help."

"He doesn't want to."

"Correction. He thinks that he doesn't want to. We need to convince him that he does."

"How are we going to do that?"

"With patience and hard work," Slim sighed, looking over to his friend curled up near the window. "None of this will be easy. We need to do this at a steady pace. George needs time and support from all of us. We can't rush him."

"It'll have to be done back in England," Richard said, nodding in approval. "We can't do this in France. It needs to be long term and we're only here for two months singing and practising for this competition."

"Yes," Slim nodded. "It does."

"Lennie!" George cried. "Please! Come back!"

"Oh, George," Richard sighed. "Please get better soon. For yourself. For all of us…"

"Welcome to the Hôtel de Paris!" a well built, French man said in a surprisingly good English accent. "I hope that you enjoy your time here!"

"He speaks English really well!" Hal remarked to Mercutio.

"Probably because he's been learning it, Hal," Mercutio replied.

"There are rooms that fit up to eight people inside. Will someone from each group come forward and take a key?"

"Wait!" Warwick said, lifting up a clipboard and pen. "I need to do the register, first!"

"Oh boy…" Geoff groaned.

"Richard?"

"Here."

"Anne?"

"Here, Father."

"Isabel?"

"Yes, Father."

"Clarence?"

"Yep."

"Edward?"

"Yep!"

"Edmund?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Geoffrey?"

"Yes."

"Hal?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Macbeth?"

"Aye."

"Banquo?"

"Aye!"

"Loki?"

"Here."

"Thor?"

"Yes!"

"Sigyn?"

"Here."

"George?"

"Yeah."

"Slim?"

"Yeah."

"Mercutio?"

"Yes!"

"Benvolio?"

"Here, Sir."

"Romeo?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Harry?"

"Good morning!"

"Valmont?"

"Hello."

"Tudor?"

"Yes, hello."

"Hermia?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Kate?"

"Here!"

"Juliet?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Right!" Warwick lifted up his head to look at them all. "That's 24 people. That's 4 groups of six or six groups of four-"

"THOR!" Thor shouted, lifting up his hammer proudly.

"Yes, hello, Thor," Warwick sighed. "Alright, make your pick."

There was a shuffle as students went to stand by their friends.

Hal stood with Mercutio, Clarence, Richard, Benvolio and Anne.

Edward stood with Edmund, Macbeth, Banquo, Romeo and Tudor.

Kate stood with Juliet, Isabel, Hermia, Valmont and Sigyn.

Thor stood with Loki, George, Slim, Geoffrey and Harry.

"Good!" Warwick praised. "And you haven't gone with your partners! Don't go out in the middle of the night into someone else's room! I'll be watching you all."

"Hey! What about Richard and Anne?" Clarence protested. "They're together in the same room!"

"They're allowed to," Warwick replied. "They're mature and responsible young adults."

"And I'm not?"

"No. You've got the brain of a retarded monkey."

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" the others jeered. "Told! Told! Burn! Burn!"

"And they've just had a kid together so they're kinda entitled to share the same room."

"Not necessarily-" Clarence started to retort but was cut off as Warwick walked past him.

"Asshole!" Clarence seethed, giving him the finger behind his back.

"I heard, and saw that," Warwick replied, stopping for a moment in front of the doors. "Right. Come and collect your keys. One group at a time. Then go up to your rooms. Ned, Ed, you two help unload the suitcases from the coach."

"I'm strong, can I help too?" Thor asked.

"Yes, the more the merrier," Warwick smiled.

"I'm hungry!" Mercutio wailed.

"I'm thirsty!" Hal moaned.

"I'm tired!" Harry whined.

"I need the bathroom!" Clarence complained, hopping from foot to foot.

"SHUT UP!" Warwick yelled. "Get your keys and go upstairs to your rooms! Now!"

The class scattered.

"Yay! Bouncy beds!" Mercutio squealed delightedly, jumping up and down on his bed next to Hal's. "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy!"

"Hey, me too!" Hal laughed, climbing up and jumping with vigour on his own bed.

"King Hal wants to bounce on his bed!"

"Why don't you go and visit your wife then?" Mercutio sniggered.

"Oh, I will!"

"Has she got nice, big-"

"Mercutio!" Benvolio yelled. "Don't be so disgusting!"

"Relax, Benny! We're on holiday!"

"No, we're not! This is a music competition. If it wasn't on, then we'd still be in school!"

"School ends in a month! Relax!"

"You are the most annoying person that I have ever met!" Benvolio moaned, running his hands over his face in exhaustion. "Mercutio, please stop before you break the-"

The bed gave way under Mercutio's bounces.

"Bed…"

"Oh well!" Mercutio smiled. "I hope you like sharing beds, Hal!"

"PATER noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen."

(OUR Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.)

Harry clutched the cross he held tightly as he prayed on his knees on the floor by his bed. He made the sign of the cross before climbing into bed.

Loki skimmed through a book on his bed, sighing with boredom. "Thor, why is this place so boring?"

Thor burst out laughing. "Nothing fun has happened yet, brother!" he chortled, ruffling Loki's hair, much to his younger brother's disgust. "There'll be fun soon, just you wait!"

"I'm waiting…" Loki grumbled, smoothing out his hair. "And nothing is happening."

"Loki, you're the master of tricks here! Why not pull a prank on someone?" Thor whispered in his ear.

Loki smirked. "Already have done, brother. They won't be sleeping well tonight! Ehehehehe!"

Just them, a loud scream was heard down the corridor, and Loki fell about laughing on his bed, clutching his sides.

Thor grinned and ruffled his brother's hair again. "Good night, brother…" he chuckled, walking away to his own bed opposite the door. "Sweet dreams…"

"Banquo, where are my ear warmers?"

"Ear warmers?! We're in France! It's summertime! What the hell do ye need ear warmers for?"

"Ye know that my ears get cold easily!"

"Oh, well so does your brain!"

"Why ye-"

"GUYS!" Tudor yelled. "Shut up! Macbeth, tell him where his ear warmers are! Banquo put them on! Tudor, sit and read your book like a good boy! There! Done! Happy! Good!"

The others stared at him and then burst out laughing. Tudor smiled and laughed as well."

"God, Tudor, you're so funny!" Ned snorted. "Is that an imitation of your mother?"

"Yes!" Tudor giggled. "She's like that at home!" He climbed onto his feet, standing on his bed with hands on hips. He pointed to each of them. "She's like: 'Jasper! Fetch me my coffee! Henry! Sit up straight in your chair like a proper gentleman! Margaret! Sit down ad watch EastEnders! Everybody happy? No? Deal with it!' It's mental, man!"

Ned burst out laughing again. He climbed up and stood next to Tudor, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "Well, here you can do all you want, Tudor! Do what your heart desires! No need to obey any orders from any nagging old-bitches for two months! Consider yourself free, Tudor! Free! You're a rock star now! You do what you want!"

"Yeah! I do what I want!" Tudor whooped. He leapt off of the bed in one giant leap. "I'll start by messing up this place! 1. Kick over bin-"

He kicked the bin over.

"2. Mess up my desk-"

He threw everything on his desk onto the floor.

"3. Play music really loud-"

He cranked up the MP3 player on Ned's bedside to an ear-piercing octave.

"4. DANCE LIKE CRAZY WITH YOUR SHIRT OFF!"

He tore his pyjama top off and danced on his bed like crazy. Ned laughed.

"Looks like you've turned into Hyde, Tudor!"

"YEAH! AND I'M FUCKING LOVING IT!" Tudor yelled, kicking his legs about and flailing his arms like madman. "WOOOO! YEAH!"

The door burst open. Richard stared in amazement at the scene before him. Behind him, Hal and Mercutio popped their heads around the door, whooping with delight.

"Wow! Look at Tudor!" Mercutio marvelled.

"He's gone mad!" Hal exclaimed

"What changed him?"

"He's gone from Jekyll to Hyde! Wow!"

"A partying Hyde!" Mercutio cheered. He ran into the room and leapt onto Tudor's bed. "Shake it, Hyde! Shake it like there's no tomorrow!"

Richard shook his head, chuckling. "Tudor has finally lost it… Why is that not a surprise for me?"

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Warwick bellowed, pushing his way in. "TURN THAT CRAP OFF!"

"How dare you diss Maroon 5?!" Ned gasped. "I'm insulted!"

"OFF! NOW!"

"Hypocrite…" Ned murmured, turning the music down before pressing the off button.

"TUDOR! PUT YOUR SHIRT ON!"

"You're not my mother!" Tudor answered back. Warwick took a deep breath.

"NOW!"

"Hypocrite…" Tudor grumbled, bending down and picking up his shirt. He put it on. "There! Happy? Good!"

Ned giggled.

"DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH, EDWARD PLANATEGNET!"

Ned laughed.

"RIGHT! EVERYONE GO BACK TO YOUR ROOMS AND GO TO BED! NOW!"

The crowd behind Warwick dispersed, and Mercutio quickly followed them- laughing like a loon.

Warwick turned back to the others. "Tudor, you're a good student. Why were you dancing with your shirt off?"

In past times, Tudor would have told Warwick the truth- well, most of it- but for some reason; he didn't feel like doing that anymore. He felt happy. Ned was right, it was time to let loose a little bit. After all, he was only 15; he'd have time to be a grouchy git when he was an old man. He was a youth, and he was for once going to act like one.

He looked to Ned, who looked worried. Was Tudor going to be the snitch he often was and tell on him?

"I just felt like it, Sir," Tudor answered.

"You 'just felt like it'?" Warwick raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have a better excuse than that? Surely Ned had something to do with it?"

"Nope. I just felt like it. Stress from being at home."

Warwick lifted up a finger. "Not a valid excuse. I'll decide what to do with you later. And I'll be keeping an eye on you, Ned. I'm not so convinced about your innocence in this. Go to bed. All of you."

"Yes, Sir," the six teens replied.

Warwick walked out, shutting the door behind him.

The teens all looked at each other. Ned let out a whoop of joy and launched himself at Tudor, crushing him in a bear-like hug.

"You didn't snitch!" he exclaimed. "And I thought you were just a two-timing, know-it-all, mummy's-boy! "

"I'm not as innocent as you think!" Tudor grinned. "I'm just as devious as you!"

"Well, I was wrong. Tudor-" he held out a hand. "Welcome to the club. I now consider you an ally to York. It's not your fault you mother's a bitch!"

"Hey, that's my mother you're talking about! I still care for her you know! She is my mother, after all!"

"Of course you do! I care for my mother, and she's a total dominatrix!" Ned laughed.

"But, point taken, my mother can be a total matriarch at times," Tudor smiled. "Thank you, Ned."

He shook Ned's hand.

"What about Clarence and Gloucester? They won't be happy about this at all!"

Ned ruffled his hair. "No sweat, Tudor! I'll deal with my little brothers!"

"Gloucester hates me," Tudor replied. "But I haven't done anything against him. I even offered to protect their son from Edouard and he responded by saying that I wasn't a good man. I hate the Allies, yet he thinks I'm with them! I hate their guts, Ned!"

"You're a good man, Tudor. My daughter definitely thinks so. She talks about you all the time!"

"She's a sweet kid, Ned. She feels that she's no longer important to you and Bess because you've got your son now as your heir."

Ned fiercely shook his head.

"No. She is my favourite child. She is the pearl of my world."

"Then tell her, Ned. She feels inferior to her younger brother. Bess shows no attention to her."

"Bess has always been disappointed in Lizzie because she wasn't a boy…" Ned sighed. "And now we have Eddie, she spends no time with her."

"She's a great kid," Tudor said. "Bess needs to give her a chance."

"You're right, Tudor, you're right. She does. When I get back, I'll make sure that she does."

Tudor smiled. "Good. Very good."

Ned patted him on the back. "Don't worry about Gloucester. He'll come round. I'll make him come round."

"Not at home?" Tudor grinned.

Ned shook his head, laughing. "No, here! The sooner we start, the better!"

"Good night, Edward," Tudor said, climbing into his bed.

"Goodnight, Henry," Ned replied, heading towards his own. "Goodnight everyone."

"Goodnight," the others responded.

Ned smiled at Tudor before turning off the lights.

Maybe things would be better for them now…

As Loki slept, It materialised beside him. He leant over and whispered something in his ear, stroking his cheek. He then placed something on Loki's bedside and disappeared. "Good night, Trickster. Goodnight, Loki. Goodnight, me. Ehehehehehe!"

It was a lock of black hair splattered in blood.

George lay in his bed with his guitar perched against the wall beside him. He had actually been able to sleep for once- the first sleep filled night he'd had in a long time.

Lightning flashed and the window lit up for a split second, revealing the darkness outside. When it flashed again, a faint silhouette could be seen next to the window outside- its hair wild and matted, a hand on the cold, wet glass. When the lightning struck again, the silhouette was gone.