Pack [Eddsworld]

CHAPTER SIX

"I've been tipped off about the new meeting location of the Burning Tygers." Ylva muttered to Tord over dinner a couple of weeks later; they'd had nothing to do but pretend they were a happy, ordinary couple, and tensions were running high between the pair.

"Oh, thank God." He hissed back to her, before catching Tom's suspicious look across the table and hastily spooning some soup into his mouth.

She pretended to lean over and place a loving kiss on his cheek, instead murmuring in his ear. "Jeg antar vi drar i kveld, herr?" (I'm assuming we are leaving tonight, sir?)

A smile curved up his lips. "Som alltid, soldat. Jeg kommer til å trenge å hjelpe meg gå under dekke igjen..." (As always, soldier. I'm going to need you to help me go undercover again...)

"Ooh, with pleasure." She giggled and went back to her meal, the other boys confused at the exchange of foreign words.

"Uh... What was that about?" Tom had raised one eyebrow, "it's really unsettling when you speak in Norwegian."

"Yeah, it's unfair that you have a secret language!" Matt piped up, not seeming completely sure about what the argument was about.

"If you want, Matt, I'm sure Tord and myself could find some time to teach you some words and phrases." Ylva placed her hand over Matt's, gaining a look of wonder from his sparkling blue eyes.

"That's so kind of you both!" Edd chuckled at his friend's elated expression. "Matt, what do you say?"

Practically throwing himself across the table and spilling both Tord and Tom's bowls of soup onto their laps in the process, Matt threw his arms around Ylva's neck and hugged her tightly, squishing their cheeks together. "Thank you!"

She patted his back awkwardly, "ah, you're welcome, Mattie."

"Yep... Very welcome." Tord managed to spit out through gritten teeth, his crotch burning from the boiling soup spilled over his trousers.

"You know, Matt, I'm really glad you're going to learn Norwegian." Tom stood up with a wince, waddling to the doorway but pausing with his hand on the doorframe to look over his shoulder. "Then you'll have millions of other people to annoy instead of me."

"Am I really annoying?" Matt looked heartbroken, tears building in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks.

"Ah, Matt, no! Of course not!" Tord comforted the tearful ginger, helping Ylva by pulling him away and placing him back on his feet. "C'mon, let's go to the living room and we'll start your first lesson, my brave little soldier."

"I'll go grab you some of Tom's clothes, Tord. I think you're his size." Edd stood up from the table, pretending that he wasn't incredibly touched by the sweet moment before him.

"Thank you, Edd." Tord smiled and led Matt from the room.

Ylva blinked at the dirty dishes covering the table. She was the only one left in the room, meaning the responsibility to clean them fell onto her shoulders. Her eyebrows dropped into a frown and she stood up, carrying bowls over to the sink and swearing in Norwegian under her breath.

This is not what I signed up for...

In the living room, Tord had removed his hoodie and trousers because they'd been brutally attacked by his soup. That left him in a white T-shirt and boxers, but Matt didn't seem to be bothered and was instead excited to learn something new.

"So, where do you want to start?" Tord settled down next to the ginger on the sofa, crossing his arms with a little difficulty.

"What were you and Ylva talking about just now?" Matt inquired with an innocent glance, shoving his hands inside his hoodie pocket.

Figuring he would probably forget in a second anyway, Tord didn't see any harm in telling his new student at least some of the truth. "Well, we've heard there's a big gang around here and we wanted to check it out to make sure no one was in danger."

"That's sweet of you, Tord." Edd entered the room with a bundle of blue and black clothes in his arms. "But won't you get hurt if they are dangerous?"

"Oh, pfft, don't worry about me, Edd. You really think they'd mess with a face this attractive?" Tord smirked slightly, trying to cover how flustered he was with the young man's sudden appearance; his teeth were white against his tanned and scarred skin.

Edd dropped the clean clothes on the sofa next to Tord, laughing lightly. "I think you've spent too much time around Matt. Anyway, try these on for size. I'll be in my room if you need me."

"Can I help you find this gang? It sounds like fun!" The ginger asked with an excited little bounce, sitting up straight with wide eyes.

Tord struggled into the hoodie, pulling it over his head and trying not to think about who it belonged to. "Mmf- I don't think so, Matt. I don't want to put you in danger as well."

"Aw. Please, Tord?" He squirmed around on the sofa until his legs were on the backrest and his back was on the seat, his head hanging off the edge and his gaze upon an upside-down Norwegian as he wiggled into the tight, black jeans.

"No- hnng- you can't go with me, I'm sorry." Tord sighed with relief as he was fully clothes again, slumping back down onto the sofa and making Matt slip off onto his head.

Ylva walked into the room, getting frustrated with the damn black cat winding around her legs and meowing. She saw the boys settled on the couch together and tightened her fists, but then forced herself to relax and sit on Tord's lap as if it was a normal occurrence for them. He was a little surprised but quickly wrapped his arms around her and let her lean back into him, silently hoping he wouldn't get too excited. Matt picked himself up off the floor, his hair flattened and messed up.

"Where are we in the lesson?" Ylva offered a hand to the Brit, pulling him close so he was sandwiching Tord.

"Actually, uh-" Tord didn't even get a chance to speak before he was interrupted.

Matt made puppy eyes at the girl, hoping she would change the final verdict. "Tord won't let me go and beat up the gang with you two-- tell him I can go, Ylva!"

Ylva's sweet look instantly soured as she heard those words, her eyes flicking sideways to glare at her husband. "Du fortalte ham?" (You told him?)

"Ikke fullt! Han vet ikke sannheten om oss." Tord tried to withdraw from her burning eyes, smiling nervously and not aware that their supposed roles had so easily reversed. (Not fully! He doesn't know the truth about us.)

Matt's head was turning between the two as if he was watching a game of tennis. His expression was thoughtful, as if he was trying to work out what they were saying and whether they were complimenting his pretty, pretty face.

Ylva sighed, giving up. "Let's start the lesson with something basic, like..." She spotted Ringo slinking around behind the TV. "Cat. Cat in Norwegian is quite simple: katt."

"Katt." Matt tried out, the word rolling off his tongue easily. "Cool!"

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Forgot to post the last two weeks and then didn't have time yesterday /:

Hope you enjoyed, regardless (: