[Tord's Point Of View]

'Goddamn, he's just so cute...'

I thought to myself, smiling faintly. Tom and I were reviewing the upcoming plans for our battles. I had already taken over half of Norway, but there were a group of rebels who were unhappy with my rule. Our first objective would be to kill over the rebels, before executing any other plans.

"So, our first move is to stifle a rebel group?" Tom asked, sounding sadistically eager. I chuckled softly, raising his chin towards me. "Yes, min onde prins(my wicked prince)~." Tom nodded, leaning nonchalantly on his chair, "So, when do we leave?" he asked, tilting his head. "Once the jets and tanks are fueled and loaded, we'll be on our way." Tom nodded, sitting up properly.

"And then what?"

"We attack London."

There was an awkward pause of silence, as I noticed the way Tom had shifted. "What's wrong, min kjærlighet(my love)?" I cooed, cupping Tom's right cheek. I winced slightly as Tom jerked away. "It's nothing." He responded, not meeting my gaze. I took a moment, before remembering a very important detail... Tom was born in London, in fact, Tom lived in London for all his life. I felt my body tense up, as I tried to reach out to Tom. "Tom I-" Tom jerked away from me, swatting my hand away. "It's whatever Tord, I get it - World dominant is important, you never let any forget it." Tom retorted before getting up, "I'm gonna get ready for this blasted mission." He grumbled. I sat up to demand him to come back here but he already left the room. In frustration, I slammed my fist onto the desk. "God...DAMMIT!"

I let out a hiss of annoyance, clutching the side of my head. Today had seemed like a good day like everything was okay. But then I told him that I was planning on attacking London, a place that harboured many memories of our friendship. Rubbing my forehead, I grumbled and stormed off into my personal armoury.

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"We're ready sir." A soldier reported from behind, saluting me stiffly. I glanced over my shoulder and smirked. "Good... Get the soldiers, we're going to have a talk with our 'friends'~" I sneered, feeling my body pulsing with adrenaline.

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Slight Gore - War Scene

We were standing in the woods, looking at the base below. Licking my lips, I heard Paul's voice behind me.

"Tord, we're waiting on your order."

I smirked, turning to my men. Giving them a thumbs-up, I make a sign for execution.

A wave of sadistic eagerness filled the camp, as soldiers charged out from the forest. The tanks rolled down, starting to shoot above at the guards. Stepping into a T-34, I began to charge into the walls of their main base. I began to shoot blindly, hearing the sounds of rebels screaming, the sounds of bodies crunching under my tank.

I took in a breath, feeling my heart beat fast. I began to fire like crazy, feeling a sensation in my body as I heard the sounds of helpless cries. It was like music to my ears to hear the sound of death.

No longer being able to resist, I stepped out of the tank and grinned seeing a trail of dead bodies and destruction. While on my rampage, I had crashed into the main building. I saw groups of my men storm in with their loaded guns shooting at any rebels that were on the bottom floor.

"Spread out! I want no survivors, but bring the leader to me alive!"

Getting a nod from the team leaders, they spread out. Heading up the stairs, I pulled out my revolver and shot any rebel I came into contact with. When I ran out of bullets, I carelessly threw the gun to the floor and charged up my robotic arm. Shooting with the base of my palm, I created a hole in the wall for the thrill of it - Like a warning to the rebel leader that I was coming. Kicking down the door to his office, I look around to find where the leader was hiding. I saw some movement shuffling in a dark corner as I grinned.

"Daddy's home!~"

I sneered, gripping my fist. I felt another surge of adrenaline run through my body as the blood lust got stronger. Lifting my palm up again, I shot another laser creating another hole. Hearing the click of a gun, I turned around seeing the leader behind me holding a shotgun.

"S-Stay away!"

'Pathetic' I thought to myself.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of a toy like that?~" I growled inching closer to the leader. Fear radiated off of him, as I was inches in front of him. He lifted his shotgun to shoot, but I cut him off. Grabbing the front end of the shotgun, I twisted the barrel upwards. The leader then lets out a scream of terror. Grabbing the stock of the shotgun, I threw it to the side and cracked my knuckles.

"Now... Where were we?~" I cooed cornering him. Before I could make any more movements, I noticed the Rebel Leader fly up a latch and slam onto a button.

I felt the floor beneath me crumble, as I realised the damn bastard self-destructed. Slipping, I began to free fall.

'God-fucking-dammit...'

I hissed to myself in annoyance. I could hear the chaos and screams below.

"TORD!"

"TORD NO!"

Everything went black.

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"Tord?"

"Tord?!"

"Tord wake up!"

"Goddammit you commie ass, wake up!"

"Please... Don't leave me..."

"....Tord..."

"Tord... I-..."

"Tord!"

"Oh thank god- He has a pulse! HE HAS A PULSE!"

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"Mmgh.... Thomas...?"

My voice was raspy and fragile, I could barely see Tom in this thick cloud of smoke.

"T-Tord?! Yes? What do you need? Don't worry, help is coming...! Just hold on, hold on a little longer, okay..?"

Tom's voice was scratchy and worried, I could feel his warm palm pressing against my cheek. I nodded slowly, not moving too much.

"Okay Thomas... I-I'm gonna take a nap... I'm really tired.... natti natt(nighty night)~"

I couldn't hear what Tom was screaming about because just then, I blacked out and slipped into limbo.