"I'm Crazy, but you Like That"

Chapter 16

"But, (Y/N) and Tom are already shopping," Edd said as Tord pushed him and Matt out the door.

"Really?" Tord said, struggling to keep his tone sweet through clenched teeth, "Why don't you two help them then? Those bags must be awfully heavy to carry!"

Edd raised a brow at Tord's urgency to get Matt and him out of the house. But, with a sigh, Edd agreed to take Matt with him to help Tom and (Y/N) with their shopping. Tord gave the two British men a giant grin before waving goodbye to them and slamming the door in their faces. After a small breather, Tord checked outside to see if Matt and Edd were still there and once he confirmed they were gone, he made his way to a picture frame that was placed in Tom's room.

The picture that was held was of Tord smoking a cigarette, the picture was tainted by black marker. Multiple markings were made from horns painted upon his brown locks to a mustache. The words, "Tord smells," written in big letters were next to him. Tord rolled his eyes at Tom's work, ticked by the fact Tom was childish enough to have done something like this. Tord clicked his tongue before taking the picture frame off the wall to reveal another picture frame.

This time, the picture was of a red button, that seemed to be in a box of sorts. The box was trimmed with caution tape, a plaque with the words, "Danger," engraved on it and placed above the bright red button with a skull. Tord went to press the button before remembering that it wasn't an actual button. "Man, I'm dumb," Tord muttered before pulling the picture frame off the wall to reveal a lever in an square hole Tord had made in the wall when the room was once his.

A symbol had been painted on the steel that decorated the hole and it rested behind a giant lever. Tord dropped the picture frame that was in tucked under his arm before pulling the lever. As he did so, the wall beside Tord slowly raised itself. Once the wall had been fully lifted, it revealed a secret room.

Tord looked around the room, a deep sigh left his mouth as he took in all the things that decorated the room. A slight look of awe in his eyes as he examined the blueprints that were pinned on the wall along with the posters he had put up. He blew the dust off the gun rack that was currently unused, not a single gun in sight. After taking in all he could, his eyes darted to the big red button that was placed in the center of the room. The button was obvious to see, but Tord had been ignoring it. The negative thoughts returning as he stared at the button.

"M-Maybe I shouldn't be doing this," he muttered to himself, but he had gone too far. There's no turning back now.

And with a sigh, Tord reached out to press the button, his hand just inches away as the sound of the front door being slammed open made Tord jump in fright. Fast footsteps being the next thing that Tord heard as he turned around to be faced with a more than upset Tom and a disappointed (Y/N).

"Ah! Tom, (Y/N). What are you doing here?" Tord said, a slight waiver to his voice. While Tord was still recovering from the sudden fright, his eyes were on a specific someone. That someone being (Y/N), who refused to look him in the eyes, though Tom was a whole different story.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Tom responded, his eyes squinted as he crossed his arms and stared right into Tord's light blue eyes. "Why are you," Tom pointed an accusing finger at Tord before directing his finger to the poster he had pulled out from the pocket of his hoodie, "here?"

Tord's face paled at the sight of the poster. The familiar blue coat brought back some unwanted memories, but Tord couldn't look away. Instead, he looked into (Y/N)'s confused eyes. "I-I, um--"

As Tord stuttered, (Y/N) tried getting closer to the shaking norski, but she was pushed back by Tom. Who shook his head and kept his arm out until he was certain that (Y/N) had stopped trying to walk towards Tord.

"You what? Just spit it out alre--"

"I'M SORRY!"

(Y/N) held onto Tom's arm out of shock, even Tom himself was shocked by Tord's sudden outburst. "I-I'm so, so sorry," Tord said, his voice no louder than a whisper. He held his head in his hands as he began to reconsider his decision.

"Tord," the Norwegian looked up to see (Y/N) kneeling down next to him. He felt a sort of comfort wash over him as he stared into (Y/N)'s kind eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips, but it didn't remove the frown that he had.

No, this isn't suppose to happen.

"I really am sorry," Tord said as he pushed himself up and off the floor. Once he stood on his own two feet, he pressed the red button, a black Pickelhaube dropped down from a chute, the hat landing in Tord's hands. "I hope that maybe... someday, you can forgive me,"

(Y/N) raised a brow, unsure of why Tord was speaking such nonsense. "What are you taking about? Why wouldn't I forgive you?" (Y/N) tried to get closer to Tord, but he moved back with every step she took toward.

"Just a hunch," Tord sighed, fidgeting with the German hat that laid in his hands, "You deserve to know the truth," he muttered, facing both Tom and (Y/N).

"What truth?" Tom yelled, shoving the poster in Tord's face as he spoke, "The fact that you're a WANTED CRIMINAL?!" Tord tried his best to keep a straight face. He thought if he could stand against Tom's fury, maybe, just maybe, he could stand against the growing guilt that he held in his heart. "If you don't want to tell me, then at least tell her,"

Tord was struck out of his thoughts by the mention of (Y/N). He glanced at the girl, who stood behind Tom with a look of concern. Tord looked down at the floor, contemplating if he was really about to do this. A sigh later and Tord began to open his mouth, telling the two about his position.

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Tord started from the beginning, how he failed to make it big in the city, but was too embarrassed to come back. He was afraid of being made fun of and getting called a failure. He also spoke about how he had joined the army and had forgotten about the group.

Tom and (Y/N) stared at the man with a blank look on their faces. That was until Tord began ranting and talking about how he was choosing the army over them. He ended the rant with another apology. Now that the truth was out, (Y/N) walked up to the pitiful man, her eyes just as glossy as Tord's. She began to speak, the words that left her mouth broke Tord more than the guilt that had been crushing him this whole time.