Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

Chapter ten.

The three males took (y/n) out if the base and into the town.
They gave her the instructions of not running, not telling anyone anything, and to stay within eyeshot.
They would shoot out someone's eye, that's what they said.
The three took her into their favorite hangout area, a bar.
The males got their favorite alcohol while (y/n) asked for a soda, Bernard had his arm over the female's shoulder.
"I'm hitting the head.", Loki said and went to the restroom.
Egil saw an area with games and shook Bernard's arm, "Look! Games!"
"Ooh, fun.", Bernard grinned, "I bet I can beat you."
"Hundred says you're wrong.", Egil smirked.
"You're on.", The swede chuckled and went to the games area with the Icelander.
The silver haired female thought they were using her birthday as an excuse to have a drink and mess around.

The female sipped on her drink when she smelled blood and some strong cologne, the girl followed the smell to the arm that was now draped over her.
"Hey there dollfa- oh for Fucks sake.", the American known as Allen groaned, "you are a thorn in my side."
The silver haired female took his hand between her finger and thumb then dropped it off of her, "please don't touch me."
the auburn haired male put his arm back over her, "You owe me. I do what I want."
"You are going to get hurt if you keep messing with me Allen.", (y/n) said.
"You think you can hurt me again?", The male scoffed, "how do you know my name?"
"I was told your name", the female answered, "and it is not me you have to be wary of, even though I can kick your ass again."
the tanned man gabbed her hand roughly, "What was that?"
(Y/n) gave him a bored look, "you need to visit an Audiologist?"
"Are you being a smart-ass again?", Allen growled and glared at her with his red eyes.
"Maybe I am.", the female answered and crushed the Male's hand to get his off of hers.
The tanned American hissed in pain.

(Y/n) gave him another kick to the gut and the male went flying into the games area, he ran into the darts rack and the sharp metal noses stuck into his skin.
Egil and Bernard looked behind them to the male then the female who was now sitting down, The large swede picked the American male up by his neck.
"Allen, You were not bothering her were you?", The Ginger male grinned as his blood colored eyes leered at Allen.
"None of your business, fucker.", Allen spat back to the Swedish man.
Egil hissed viciously to the American, "I thought you learned your lesson last time."
The tanned American pulled a few darts from his back and threw then at the two angered males, He ran after Bernard dropped him.

Loki came back and sat next to (y/n), "How is my liten kanin?~"
"Not good.", the silver haired female replied, "this is boring."
The burned Norwegian petted his sister's hair, "I'm sorry we scared you Kanin, but we had to get you home before another found you."
"Who?", the Scandinavian girl asked, "who could possibly be that big of a threat it me?"
"The one who made you forget us in the first place.", Loki answered and held his sister in a side hug with her head on his shoulder.
"Who is that?", the female continued to inquire.
"Someone that you won't meet as long as we protect you.", the burned man said and nuzzled his sister's hair, "Dear sweet kanin."
"Why do you call me a rabbit?", (y/n) inquired.
Loki smiled softly, "because you are so sweet, cute, and soft."
The silver haired female surrendered to him petting her head like she actually was a soft little rabbit.

The eighteen year old smiled and liked how he was petting her like he used to.
(Y/n)'s heart stopped when she realized it, she remembered Loki. Not Norway.
She remembered that Magnus used to do his work with her sitting in his lap, Egil used to play with her when she was lonely.
Bernard carried her around like a doll when he was bored and took her on errands he did.
Thurston was the one who took care of her when she was sick or injured.
They all took care of her.
Not the other ones, these men were her brothers. Not Matthias and the others.
A cool hand on her cheek brought her out of her trance, "Blóm? Is something wrong?"
"No. Nothing is wrong... Stóri bróðir.", (y/n) said and Egil gasped.
The Icelander hugged and kissed the Female's cheek, "you called me Stóri bróðir!"
The platinum haired male snuggled her, "Happy birthday Litla systir."
"Hey, want to go get some cupcakes?", Loki asked with a grin, "I know a guy."
The silver haired female smiled and nodded.
Bernard picked the female up and carried her out of the bar.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, the girl noticed that her clothing changed.
She was not wearing the cream colored sundress anymore, but a shirt long enough to be a dress and black leggings. Her hat sat atop her head while she had a choker with a silver cross on it.