Yours, Forever & Always.

Feel My Wrath and Extreme Self Doubt.

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Tom woke up and rolled over. He felt Tord arms wrap around his waist. He smiled and looked up at Tord. Tord smiled back down at Tom. Tom sat up and stretched. He sighed. Last night was amazing! He had never felt so loved and special before! But then he remembered.

Marie.

"Oh god..." Tom said running his hands through his hair.

Tord sighed. "If you're going to ask, no, I don't have anything on underneath of the sheets."

"No! I mean, we did this, and Marie is still out there at the Rebellion! I just...I don't feel too good about this." Tom said frowning.

Tord pulled Tom onto his lap. "Tom, at least we had some time together before you leave...Though, you shouldn't have too. I want you to stay here with me."

Tom sighed. "I know! I'm...kinda afraid to go there. I don't want to have to deal with their shit again. And have Marie there..."

Tord gently kissed Tom. "When are you leaving?"

"Soon. I need to shower though, but after...I'm gone." Tom mumbled.

Tord smiled. "Room for two in there?"

"Sure. But we're actually going to shower? Right?" Tom smirked.

"Yes, yes. We will." Tord smiled.

Tom walked out of the bathroom and got dressed. Tord sighed and wrapped his hands around Tom's waist. Tom turned around and sat on the dresser. Tord grabbed his uniform from his drawer and put on some pants and a pair of boxers. He bent his head down to get dressed, and when he brought his head up, he notices Tom sitting in a fairly seductive pose. Tord smirked and pulled Tom closer to him.

"I thought you had to leave?" Tord said seductively.

Tom shrugged. "I do, but I may have a couple of hours."

Tord leaned in to kiss Tom when his phone rang.

"Seriously? What the fuck?" Tord groaned.

Tom frowned and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

There was silence, and Tom hung up the phone.

"E-Edd sent a plane. I gotta go." Tom mumbled before walking out of the room.

Tord quickly threw on some more clothes and ran out after him. He was panting as he ran down hallways, up the lifts, and eventually until he got to the hanger, where he saw a large plane with the Rebellion symbol on the side. Fucking hell. Edd, what the hell have you done?!

Tord ran down to see Tom walking onto the plane.

"TOM! WAIT!" Tord cried.

Tom turned to look at Tord. He sighed in relief. "Tord." He ran towards Tord and they met in an embrace.

"You, weren't gonna say bye?" Tord said with a bit more of a sad tone then he would've liked.

"No, I mean...J-Just...They have Marie." Tom said softly.

Tord looked towards the plane and was shocked, stunned, and down-right, pissed. Marie was clearly not taken care off. Her diaper was still dirty, she was tired, fussy and cranky.

Tom sighed. "Tord, we should go get her. I mean it." Tord nodded. They both ran towards the the plane. They both kept their eyes on Marie. Tord almost had Marie in his grasp, when he was pulled back.

"No! What?! Let me go!" Tord cried struggling to get out of the tight grip he was trapped in.

"TORD! HELP!"

Tord knew that's voice. It's Tom's. He turned to see Tom. He was being grabbed and pulled into the plane. "NO!" Tord shouted. He knew that he needed to help Tom. He elbowed the soldier in the nose, only to see another try to fend him off. Tord fought back against the soldiers as more, and more soldiers jumped on him.

Tord. Was. Pissed.

Tom looked at Tord to see some soldiers decide to tag team against him. They grabbed his neck and put him into a chokehold. While the other attacked him.

Tom couldn't stand him getting hurt, at this point, he was almost inside of the plane. Tom panicked. He needed to do something! But, this wasn't something that he usually did! But still, change is good, and Tord has shown so much love and compassion to him, the least he could do was help him.

Tom looked again at Tord to see a thick gash on his forehead. His face was gushing with blood. Tom couldn't stand it anymore.

"STOP OKAY?!" He screamed. Everyone stopped and stared at Tom. He could feel his knees go weak. He could tell he was shaking.

"PLEASE! DON' HURT HIM!" Tom cried. The soldiers holding on to Tom let go, and Tom ran to Tord's aid as the soldiers attacking Tord walked away awkwardly.

"Tord? Tord? Please tell me you're okay!" Tom cried.

Tord held his hand up to his forehead. "Thomas...I'm fine. It's just a scratch."

Tom wrapped his arms around Tord's neck. "Oh thank Jehovah!" Tom sobbed into Tord's shirt. Tord wrapped his arms around Tom and they both loved the embrace. Tom pulled away and sniffled. He stood up and the soldiers began to edge closer towards Tord, when Tom intervened.

"ZACK, PHILLP AND DEZ!" Three soldiers froze at Tom's stern voice. "BACK UP. ALL OF YOU. DON'T-..." Tom's voiced trailed off. "Don't hurt him. Please."

He walked back to the soldiers walking him into the plane. He sighed. He took a deep breath. All week he's been practicing Norwegian. One phrase in particular, jeg elsker deg. He wanted it to be a small thing to whisper to Tord when the time felt right. And by god the time felt right. He was abandoning Tord! He didn't want too, but he had too. For Marie. He exhaled.

"Tord." Tord turned to face Tom. What? Is he planning something? God Thomas, help me fix this.

Tom smiled sadly. "Jeg elsker deg."

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Translations.

Far- dad

Jeg elsker deg- I love you