TWs: More training, detailed(?) panic attack/phantom pain. Stay safe :)

"How was- that?" Clay panted as he met up with Tord at the end of the course.

"Better." Tord nodded, marking his time down.

"Better...? That's it?" Clay frowned.

"It's better than the average, Clay. Besides, I doubt we'll be doing much jumping around." Tord smiled reassuringly, "Come on, let's take a break."

Clay huffed. Day three of training, and he wasn't feeling up to the task as he had a few days ago. Without Kim training by his side, Clay deemed himself inadequate. He sensed he was disappointing Tord regarding training, discussing the plan, and how they'll end Doomsday.

"Let's stop by the Rundthus and see how the others are doing," Tord spoke, taking a left. Clay merely nodded, following after him. The Rundthus was a training arena, except underground; it was as big as a baseball field but smaller than the base of an average industrial building. It took Tord a year to dig it out properly using all his tools and equipment. Contrary to its name, the room wasn't round but square, "They should be done by-"

Tord was cut off by the ground lightly shaking, the lights above flickering just a bit.

"Now," The leader finished, frowning as he nearly ripped the door off its hinges as he entered the Rundthus. A half-transformed Pau stood in the middle, staring at the pile of toppled-over boxes with a few limbs sticking out. He took a small gasp of air as he patted down the rising fur on his forearms.

"Uh-" He glanced at Tord in the entrance, reaching up to his head, "I may have gone overboard."

Tord was shoved out of the way as Matt pushed into the room, "I sensed a disturbance; where's-? Tom!" The ginger vanished before popping up next to the boxes, "Are you okay!?"

Tom gave a thumbs-up, groaning as he pushed a box off him, "Never better."

"Keep your eyes closed! I need to get your visor." Matt sat him upright on the floor, ensuring he stayed there as he went to get his futuristic glasses.

Tord looked at Pau, raising an eyebrow. The older shrugged, "What? He provoked me."

"In what way?"

The ruffled brunette hesitated, "...He insulted my outfit."

Clay laughed behind them as the leader's eyes twitched. There were a few beats of silence as they heard Matt continue to talk to Tom.

Tord sharply inhaled, "How about a break? How does that sound?"

"I just baked cookies!" Matt spoke up as he smiled.

"I want white macadamia nut!" Clay shouted, pumping the air as he was halfway out the door, "The last one there has to do extra training tomorrow!"

Tord quirked an eyebrow at the statement as he turned to the others but was met with them leaving in a hurry. He huffed, following them out.

His bones ached. His mind was restless. He could barely comprehend the ticking of his digital clock as the hour changed.

4 AM. What a good time to be alone with his thoughts.

He could feel a stinging sensation throughout one portion of his body, tiny needles stabbing into him multiple times over and over again. He didn't want to deal with this now. He couldn't.

Tord finally opened his eyes, squinting into the darkness, peering up at the ceiling. He tried not to let his eyes wander, his heart beating against his chest loudly. The void was swallowing him whole, and it was then where the Norsk found himself gasping for air. His chest felt heavier, and his eyes grew wearier.

"Tord...?"

A familiar voice sounded from the darkness, a faint memory of when it was all okay. No matter what, and against all odds, they were going to stay together.

"I need you to breathe with me, Tord. In and out."

Tord choked, muffling the sounds of his coughing into the pillow. He yanked at his hair, pulling harshly, as he curled in on himself. His body shook as he tried to labor his breathing, covering his mouth with the bedsheets. He could feel the wetness from his tears staining the sheets. He wiped at his eyes, trying to alleviate the emotion.

He took a few more gasps of air as his breathing was somewhat slower. He waited for his heart to do the same.

Tord's eyes blinked slowly, two or three tears gradually slipping down his face. His bones still ached even more now that he moved to his side. He didn't think he could move. He didn't have the energy to do so. He was exhausted.

His eyes glanced over to his clock, almost 5 AM.

Tord was usually up at this time, planning out everyone's schedules for training, yet this time, the Norsk didn't care.

He let out a breath as his eyes slipped close, falling into a deep sleep.

Katya was supposed to be patrolling the main entrance, yet she found her eyes slipping close. She was awake all day; she figured no one would notice her napping on the job.

SCREEECH

The pony-tailed blonde nearly fell out of the chair as she opened her eyes, rubbing at them quickly before grabbing her spear. She wasn't going to use it, but she figured it was a good threatening tactic.

She held it up, pointing in the direction of the ladder leading up to the outside.

"Vem går där?" Katya spoke, slipping into her mother tongue. She heard the person coming down pause in their steps.

"Katya-?" A deep emulated voice spoke from the drain before climbing the rest of the way.

"Uh-?" Katya hesitated when she saw the person in a Black Army uniform, "Who-?"

The person laughed, pulling down their mask and hoodie, "It's me! Din fru...?"

"Kim!?" The pony-tailed blonde nearly dropped her weapon in shock. She discarded it before rushing forward, "Kim!"

Katya tackled her in a hug, holding onto the other tightly. Tears slipped out of her eyes before she knew it as she cried into her wife's shoulder.

Kim laughed, exasperated, as she returned the hug, and tears fell, "You remember me..."

"Of course, I remember you! You're my soulmate, forever until eternity, remember?" Katya sniffled.

"I know." Kim tried her best to give Katya a reassuring smile, but it looked awkward and uneven.

Katya moved a hand up to her wife's cheek, wiping away a few tears, "I'm so sorry... this is probably my fault that you're here."

Kim reached up, placing her hand with Katya's, "Don't blame yourself, Kat. If anything, blame the Black Army; they're the ones behind this mess."

"I guess so." Katya nodded.

"It is so." Kim bumped foreheads with her, "Jag älskar dig."

"Jag älskar dig mer." Katya smiled.

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Norwegian =

Rundthus - Roundhouse

Swedish =

Vem går där - Who goes there
Din fru - Your wife
Jag älskar dig - I love you
Jag älskar dig mer - I love you more

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I love the wives sm 333

Hope you're enjoying this so far, cause I am sure looking forward to kill- ending this series :)

Yep.

Nothing else :)

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