Chained In Servility

11

TWs: Slight arguing, fear/nervousness, slightly gay moment

Tord gasped as he woke up, now wide awake after that dream.

'More like a nightmare...' He thought as he put his left hand over his face, breathing in and out slowly.

After he got his breathing under control, he started to hear bickering in the cockpit. A few seconds went by, and Tord got tired of hearing them arguing, so he went to check on them.

"What are you two dvergpapegøyer going on about?" Tord cut them off.

Pau noticeably blushed at the comment, but Pat continued, "Apparently, someone forgot to check our fuel before we left."

The taller then glared at him, "I thought you were doing it."

"I specifically asked you to check it!" Pat fumed.

"I could've sworn we had enough-"

"Really? Cause it looks to me like the engine tank is almost empty!" Pat pointed his finger at the gauge.

Tord's eye twitched as they kept arguing. He breathed in, then shouted, "Det er nok!"

Pat and Pau immediately stopped, looking at the fuming Tord. His metal arm was shaking slightly, probably due to how hard he was clenching it.

"How about instead of arguing... you land the thing!?" He snapped.

"Yes, sir." They both said, turning to figure out where to land.

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Pat decided to land somewhere away from the city, and with a little greenery around.

"Steady." Pau said as Pat was landing, "Steady..."

After the third 'steady,' Pat glared at him, "I know what I'm doing, idiot."

"The last few plane incidents didn't look like you knew what you were doing," Pau smirked. Pat rolled his eyes, saying nothing when a fourth 'steady' came out of Pau's mouth.

As soon as they landed and Pat opened the cargo hold, Tord decided to look around. Glancing around a bit, he saw the city that was about two miles away.

He recognized it instantly, even when the sun was barely up.

"We're in England," Tord spoke.

"Seems that way." Pau spoke behind him, "Sorry about the fuel tank, it slipped my mind to check."

"It's alright." Tord thought about it. Living in England wasn't that bad. He had a lot of fun living there without his nagging father. Well, he did bother Tord a bit, only in texts telling him that the 'world-domination weapon' he was building better be ready by an unknown due date.

The 'world-domination weapon' being the giant robot.

Other than that, England was alright. He had friends, excluding Tom, and they went on various adventures together.

It was good.

Tord glimpsed back at Pau, "You know, I don't mind living in England again."

Pau didn't seem surprised when Tord said that. He only nodded, "Hopefully we'll find affordable flats here."

Tord grimaced. He brought all the money he had saved up with him, and even then he didn't think that was enough.

'Damn, capitalist countries...' Tord thought mournfully. He wasn't one to talk though, considering Norway was capitalist with a socialist government.