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Thomas and Tord has visited each other every night. Edward and Mathew had no idea that Thomas did this. But for Tord, only his parents knew.
Tord learned that Thomas likes the colour blue, checkered things, Smirnoff, kittens, and his family/friends. He also learned that Thomas dislikes diet Smirnoff, the army invasion, and Christmas. Also that Thomas gets over protective of his friends. He still doesn't know his backstory.
Thomas learned that Tord likes the colour red, guns, and Norway. He dislikes the song sunshine and lollipops. He still doesn't know where he came from or his backstory, only that his parents are gay. Tord also has a Norwegian accent. But most things are still a mystery about this male.
The two have been visiting each other for quite sometime now. Maybe almost a month. Currently, Tord and Thomas were at the place they met. Almost nearing morning.
"Bye Thomas." Tord chirped, sitting by the waters edge.
"Bye Tord, til tomorrow!" Thomas called, walking out of sight.
Tords grin immediately turned into a soft frown. He hates when Thomas leaves him and he hated it more that he hid his real self from him, but it was for the best, right? Right.
Tord sighed, standing up and walking the opposite way Thomas went. After about an hour of walking, he made it to his home.
The Red Army base.
Yes, Tord is apart of the Red Army. Wait, even better. He's the very Red Leader. Wow, amazing! Wrong, it's the most dangerous life anyone could get.
He's being hunted down by other country army's and the new uprising one. The black army. Only a few know what Tord looks like though. Half of his army and Thomas. Even his own army doesn't know what he looks like! Well, half.
Tord huffed, straightening his posture. He headed in the two story building. The big metal doors open as he pushes them.
A small room. Hooks on the walls, only a few with navy blue trench coats. One that belongs to Tord.
Tord grabbed his coat, pulling it on as he made his way through the single dark oak door. His tag read 'Red Leader'
As he entered the main hall of the base, he sighed. He hates it here, but he had to stick with his past self choices.
An elevator and staircase was to his left. This place is not only two levels. In fact, many, many more. Around 50? They have a lot of things going on.
Tord walked down the long halls. The two floors that was above the ground held the main training areas, his office, and rooms of some of the important officers that work around here.
The rest of the army rooms were below this floor, along with the cafeteria/meeting area. Then came the failed experiments. Then all the other departments. And finally, the most important, the floors where scientists work.
Tord opened the dark oak door that belonged to his office. Letters carved into that door read, 'Red Leaders Office', on a golden plate.
When Tord looked up from the ground, he sighed. His two fathers stood before him. One with bushy eyebrows had a cigarette loosely hanging in his lips. The other was taller and had bangs parting two different ways.
"Hello dad, papa, what brings you to my office?" Tord asked nervously, smiling awkwardly.
"Well, I think Patryk should go first." The one with bushy eyebrows spoke.
"Paul! Don't make me the bad father in this!" Patryk complained, crossing his arms.
The two parents argued about being 'the bad father' while Tord just stood there awkwardly.
Tord 'ahem'ed, gaining his parents attention. "Just spit it out before I order you to train the newbies." Tord huffed.
Every hated training newbies.
Patryk spoke up first. "Well, were you visiting your boyfriend again?" He asked.
"He isn't my boyfriend! He's just some friend that I visit every night because it's better then this place!" Tord whined.
"Tord, you need to stop visiting him. What if a spy follows you? Then he will be dead. He's a weakness because you have a crush on him!" Paul argued, his voice rough as he scolded his child and crossed his arms.
"But papa!"
"No. No, buts young man. You need to take responsibility instead of being irresponsible with some, some theif!" Paul growled.
"He isn't a theif!"
"Yes he is! How did he get one of our guns? He stole it!"
"No he didn't! His parents did!"
"Meaning he shall follow in their footsteps!"
"But he won't!"
"How would you know?! You've only known this man for a month!! How do you know?!!"
"Because he protects his friends, he would do anything for them unlike me! He cares for them! He.. he's better then you ever were!"
With that, Tord stormed to the dark oak door behind his desk. That door belonged to his room. Tord slammed the door shut, like how a moody teenager would.
Paul sighed, letting his arms drop to his sides. "That was not how I intended this to go..." He muttered, leaning on Patryks shoulder.
"I know, I know. But Paul, you need to let Tord have this friend of his. You know when we were in charge? It was chaos!" Patryk chuckles, resting his arm around his partner.
"That was until he was sixteen! That was when everything came to order when he was in control." Paul agreed.
"Then let him have this. He has never had a friend before." Patryk placed both his hands on his lovers shoulders, making Paul face him. "He even never had a lover. What if this 'Thomas' guy is the one?"
Paul huffed, crossing his arms. "I don't like the idea of our son dating someone..." Paul muttered.
Patryk chuckled. "Now you sound like my mother when we met in high school."
Paul rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever..."
Tord had his ear placed against the door the whole time, listening to his parents words. A soft smile on his lips. He could see Thomas again!
But he has to keep this life of his a secret for as long as he can.
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Now you know who Tord really is.
Your welcome. Next chapter is when Thomas went home but same time as this chapter. If y'all know what I mean.
Anyway, hope you like this story so far, I'm planning on starting another one. Inspired by a tv show I use to watch, that I now have to watch at school... yeah.
Once the first chapter is out, I would like some people to draw a cover for me. Since, I cannot draw digitally and I don't like hand drawn drawings as my covers. I dunno. But now you have a chance to draw for one of my stories covers! Yay! More details when the story is out.
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