TWs: Slight arguing, fear/nervousness, slightly gay moment
Tord gasped as he woke up, now wide awake after that dream.
'More like a nightmare...' He thought as he put his left hand over his face, breathing in and out slowly.
After he got his breathing under control, he started to hear bickering in the cockpit. A few seconds went by, and Tord got tired of hearing them arguing, so he went to check on them.
"What are you two dvergpapegøyer going on about?" Tord cut them off.
Pau noticeably blushed at the comment, but Pat continued, "Apparently, someone forgot to check our fuel before we left."
The taller then glared at him, "I thought you were doing it."
"I specifically asked you to check it!" Pat fumed.
"I could've sworn we had enough-"
"Really? Cause it looks to me like the engine tank is almost empty!" Pat pointed his finger at the gauge.
Tord's eye twitched as they kept arguing. He breathed in, then shouted, "Det er nok!"
Pat and Pau immediately stopped, looking at the fuming Tord. His metal arm was shaking slightly, probably due to how hard he was clenching it.
"How about instead of arguing... you land the thing!?" He snapped.
"Yes, sir." They both said, turning to figure out where to land.
Pat decided to land somewhere away from the city and with a little greenery around.
"Steady." Pau said as Pat was landing, "Steady..."
After the third 'steady,' Pat glared at him, "I know what I'm doing, idiot."
"The last few plane incidents didn't look like you knew what you were doing," Pau smirked. Pat rolled his eyes, saying nothing when a fourth 'steady' came out of Pau's mouth.
As soon as they landed and Pat opened the cargo hold, Tord decided to look around. Glancing around a bit, he saw the city that was about two miles away.
He recognized it instantly, even when the sun was barely up.
"We're in England," Tord spoke.
"Seems that way." Pau spoke behind him, "Sorry about the fuel tank, it slipped my mind to check."
"It's alright." Tord thought about it. Living in England wasn't that bad. He had a lot of fun living there without his nagging father. Well, he did bother Tord a bit, only in texts telling him that the 'world-domination weapon' he was building better be ready by an unknown due date.
The 'world-domination weapon' being the giant robot.
Other than that, England was alright. He had friends, excluding Tom, and they went on various adventures together.
It was good.
Tord glimpsed back at Pau, "You know, I don't mind living in England again."
Pau didn't seem surprised when Tord said that. He only nodded, "Hopefully we'll find affordable flats here."
Tord grimaced. He brought all the money he had saved up with him, and even then he didn't think that was enough.
'Damn, capitalist countries...' Tord thought mournfully. He wasn't one to talk though, considering Norway was capitalist with a socialist government.
"Alright, we can head out now if you want." Pat stepped off the plane, pressing a button on a controller that closed the cargo hold.
"We might as well find the nearest complex," Pau said.
The other two nodded, Tord leading them to an overgrown path.
"Anyone have the time?" He asked, barely looking back.
"About 0500 hours," Pat responded.
Tord nodded.
After what seemed like forever, but was only 45 minutes, they finally arrived at the city. It was quiet, with a few cars passing now and then.
Tord tried to push down the varying emotions he was feeling. He remembered a lot about this city.
There was the theatre where he and his friends saw that one movie that made a director create thousands of clones of them. That was nice.
There was an arcade that they loved to waste time in, even though he was pretty sure most of the games there were rigged.
There was also a diner that they visited. Sometimes Edd got a 5-gallon jug of cola from there, and it took up most of the fridge space.
Pat and Pau let Tord reminisce, them being the ones to actually scout for apartment complexes.
That's when Pat noticed one ahead of them. He gently placed a hand on Tord's shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts, "Head's up."
Tord looked ahead of them, also noticing the foldable sign that said 'now leasing'.
The lights on the ground floor were on. The Norsk checked the door. Seeing that it was unlocked, the three walked inside.
The inside seemed cozy, with lounge chairs and a coffee table to the right, and a receptionist desk on the left. Straight ahead was the lift.
Tord walked up to the desk while Pau and Pat inspected everything. There was a silver bell atop the surface. He tapped it, causing a small ding to sound out.
There was a muffled noise behind the door of the reception. The door opened, and a woman with medium-length brown hair exited her office.
She gave Tord a smile, "Hello, how may I help you?"
She spoke with a soft voice as she glanced between the men.
"Yes, how much do your flats cost?" Tord asked
The woman thought for a moment, "For single-room apartments, it's about 1,259 pounds. If you're looking for two-bedroom apartments, it's about 1,302 pounds."
Tord felt sick at hearing her say that. He didn't have that much money.
He sighed. All he wanted to do was sleep, and probably never wake up.
"Do you take other currency?" Pau cut in, interrupting Tord's deprecation.
"Hm? Oh, yes!" The woman nodded.
Tord looked at his companions, "What are you doing?"
"We're in this together, remember?" Pat assured.
The two soldiers emptied their pockets, counting all the Krones they had.
"We need 1600 more Krones." He heard Pat whisper.
Tord answered by getting out his wallet and emptying it as well. All that was left was 12.77 Krones, which was equivalent to 1 pound.
"That's 1,302 in Krones," Tord said.
"I know, I've been to Norway before." The woman replied before counting the money at an incredible speed and placing it in a drawer, "Wait here a moment."
She sped into the back, sounds of some rustling movements, and items dropping, then she returned with a few keys.
"Here are your keys. Your flat is on the fourth floor. The rent is due next month on the 30th, don't be late." She smiled, "Also feel free to make copies of your keys if you were to lose one."
"Thank you." Tord smiled awkwardly. The trio started to walk towards the lift.
"Who knew renting a flat would be so easy?" Pat acknowledged.
Tord chuckled, then turned towards the lift.
His smile faded as he slowed down till he stopped altogether, making Pau and Pat turn to him.
"Tord?" Pau looked at him in concern.
The Norsk looked at the lift, his heart thumping hard in his ribcage.
"Uhm..." Tord glanced around his eye soon landing on an emergency exit, "You know what? I'm going to take the stairs. Exercise and... all that."
Tord hurried off to the stairwell, leaving Pat and Pau.
Of course, they weren't going to question why he was suddenly afraid of lifts.
Once they opened the door to the flat, Tord immediately went to explore.
"I call dibs on the bigger room!" He said as he left the other two standing in the doorway.
They both shook their head at his antics, taking their time to look around the place.
That's when they both realized this was a flat that had two bedrooms. They looked at each other awkwardly, Pau clearing his throat.
"I can always sleep on the couch." He muttered.
"Oh, please. That couch could barely fit all three of us." Pat crossed his arms.
He was right, that couch looked ready to break if someone sat on it wrong.
"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable." Pau frowned.
"Sleeping with you doesn't make me uncomfortable," Pat spoke without thinking.
Pau blushed, immediately looking at him, "Want to rephrase that?"
Pat blinked, "What did I say?"
He either genuinely didn't seem to think when saying that or he found nothing wrong with his statement. Pau grumbled, "Nevermind..."
Pat shrugged, "Anyway, let's just choose who gets which side-"
"Right." Pau cut him off.
"Why do you always pick right?" Pat raised an eyebrow.
"I just like picking right," Pau grunted.
"Well alright then, guess I'm sleeping on the left side."
While they were deciding on that, Tord was nuzzled on the bed he chose. It was considerably softer than the one back at the base.
He sighed as he slowly removed his metal arm, making sure it was secure before putting it on the bedside table.
The Norsk wrapped himself up in the sheets before closing his eyes, hopefully, no nightmares this time.
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Norwegian =
Dvergpapegøyer - Lovebirds