Stranded

Dawn

(Tord's POV)

I'm not sure when I fell asleep. Perhaps I passed out? Doesn't matter. All I know is that, judging by the calming purple hue spread across the sky with the clouds blending into the colors like a work of art, I'd assume it's dawn. The ship is nowhere to be seen. We must've drifted off.

Shit...

My mind comes back into focus when I hear Tom mumble something beside me. I jolt up and face him, narrowing my eyes at the sight of the smirk plastered on his face.

"What did you do."

He lets out a few snickers in return and continues to watch me.

"Oh, it's nothing important. Not to me at least." He hums, his smirk growing wider by the second.

I stand up, visibly twitching as I tower over him. He shrinks back slightly but remains smug.

"I'll repeat this one last time," I growl at him, grabbing the strings of his hoodie and pulling him up to face me.

"What. Did. You. Do."