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-- tord, he had lost everything. His army; soldiers and last but not least the men whom called him their friend. He sat at his desk with a look of sorrow being expressed, the last words he heard from the green hoodied Brit stood on repeat.

“ but I...”

He cringed and hid his face into his hands.

“ thought we were friends! ”

He shivered at the words, during the time this had occured tord only laughed at the Brits words. Not feeling a pang of regret after, just the feeling of domination.

But now, it him like a bus. He had scars to remind him of the scenerio, making sure he wouldn't forget of his mistake.

-- he laughed.

He laughed and slammed his hands onto the desk, his eyes forming tears as they rolled down the mans burnt cheek. Insanity had formed over time, which is why he was so unstable.

"What would I need friends for!" He laughed and cried, leaning Back into his chair as he rested his legs onto the table. He shook his head and giggled, sitting Back up as he shook his head with a few soft chuckles;  re organizing the paper work that had scrambled across the wooden stand.

-- once that had been fixed he looked to his phone, raising a brow as he picked it up and brought it to his face. Using a zig-zag like method to unlock his phone he was immediantly greeted by the chat. the Norwegian spread his legs and rested a Hand onto his knee, all being seen at the bottom right corner was;

“ seen. ”

The Norwegian smiled in relief and turned the phone off, tossing it to the desk as he sat back into his chair and propped his legs back onto his desk. His organic hand ran through his sandy brown hair, he could only hope that the narcissist would be up for the man.

"Of course," he stood from his desk and pushed the rolling chair to the side, earning a soft screech from the hard wood floor. He tapped his chin and slowly approached a small picture that hung above his mettalic head. He gripped the edge and examined the picture closely, squinting his eyes as he rubbed his chin with thought.

Matt.

The man was sitting on the edge of a water fountain, a bright smile lit across his face while his legs were crossed with manor. The Norwegian gave a smile "we were friends." He let the picture slip from his fingers as his arms crossed behind his back. Almost as though he was ready to stare at the painting for the rest of the night. But of course he sighed and shook his head with a soft snicker, walking back to his desk.

"Tomorrow.."