Yes Sir - (TordTom)

Fjords - 19

-TOM'S POV-

I really wish I didn't break, I'm so stupid. He's going to get rid of me, I'm going to get hurt. Why did I do this even when I knew it was wrong? "I-I'm so sorry..." I stammered helplessly, looking up at the Leader in front of me. I wish things could go back to the way they were. "It's not your fault." He offered out his arms and so I crawled into them. "Why don't we get you some breakfast?" He inquired. I'm not sure I'm ready yet, but despite that I agree.

"I'll take you to the Morning Cafe, I think you'll like it there. It's next to a fjord where the sun comes up, it's super peaceful and not very busy." The leader gave an enchanting smile and we took our time getting ready. I decided to wear his hoodie and some sweatpants, it was comfortable and cool outside so it seemed fitting at the time. Maybe it was a little too skimpy, but neither of us minded. If anything Tord enjoyed it.

We got into the creepy van and drove off. I was starting to understand things now, and even thinking that I'm better off at this camp than at my dad's place. I still miss home, I still miss my friends... but sometimes things change. "I didn't want to enthuse about it before, but... I want to know more about Norway." I looked out the window into the clear skies. "That's understandable. Why don't you ask me once we get our food?" Tord chuckled a bit and parked the car. No 'bad guys' should be out this early, but I guess you never know whats coming.

We walked inside, I think I'm visibly paranoid now. I asked for a hot chocolate and he got himself a coffee then we sat down and waited at a booth by a window. "Ask ahead!" Tord smiled, excited to speak of his homeland. "What do Norwegians think of Holland?" I smiled, interested. "We think they're very nice, in-fact I think everyone else thinks we're mean. We can be, but It's really just a stereotype!" I nodded with a slight giggle following afterward.

"And what do you think of Americans and Brits?" I said a little more intrigued this time. "We think you're very loud, and sociable... we tend to be kind of shy at first,then get louder later on." Tord chuckled but paused to continue, "Everyone is different though of course!" I nodded and tried to think. "Do you have many large cities?" Tord shook his head, "I don't think you'd call them cities, they're more of towns than cities. We mostly have villages usually under a thousand people."

"That's small!" I gasped a bit but calmed myself down as our drinks came. "It's nice though, we get to know everybody and share our things." I held in a laugh. "What?" He seemed a bit concerned at that. "S-So you're communists?" I snickered lowly. "No!" Tord hissed and face-palmed right after. "So you're capitalist?" I questioned, now genuinely confused. "We're both! I mean we're socialists!"

"I thought you just said you guys aren't very social." I glared. "Thomas you don't know what you're talking about." Tord groaned in mental agony. "It was a joke!" I insisted, and it sort of was. "We're really not that different actually, and we don't look all too different. Although according to Google we're the sexiest people in the world." The smug leader grinned proudly. I just huffed in return, making him look at me. "But you Brits are the cutest~" He cooed and looked into my voids.

"Oh shush! Just drink your coffee... hey what's coffee in Norwegian?" I blushed and tried to change the subject. "Uh, kaffe." Tord looked down at his drink. "Did you almost forget?" I giggled. "Well it's not a word I use often, where I live we didn't drink... kaffe." Leader took the cup's cap off and blew, cooling it off before drinking some. "Must be a tough life back in the fjords of Norway." I nearly hysterically laughed.

"We're in the fjords of Norway right now for fucks sake Thomas."