Mine

Chapter 9

~Tord's P.O.V~

It hurt, oh god they hurt. I flapped my wings, trying to get my rhythm as we continued to fall, twisting as each flap of my wings seemed to spiral us. I tightened my grip around Tom, voice catching in my throat as I cast a glance to my wings. They were in tatters, holes peppered throughout the thin membrane. How was I meant to fly with these?!

Looking around frantically I angled my wings and gave a hard flap, wind whistling through the holes of my wings was painful, and sometimes forceful enough to widen them. It was enough to send us towards the cliff-face, switching my grip I aimed to grab a branch, widening my wings the wind catching along the membrane enough to slow our fall somewhat.

Taking a breath I swiped my hand, fingers closing around the branch I frantically flapped, anything to keep my arm from snapping out of its socket. It still hurt as my arm was jerked as our combined weight came to a sudden stop. We had nowhere to go, but at least we weren't falling anymore. Exhaustion tempted me to release yet I refused, opting to focus my attention to Tom. "Tomas..?" I tried, giving a light flap of my wings to shake the both of us.

Tom groaned, his blackened voids slowly opening. "Why..?" He froze, body going rigid. "Why are we hanging off a cliff?!" He went to wriggle around as one of his hands grazed my wings he paused, casting a glance down. "How do you have wings!?" This was too much shouting for one day.

"Never mind that, can you fly Tomas?" He opened his wings slowly. "Uh yeah, you'll have to let go of that branch though." I shifted around, pulling up hard, my arm shaking with the effort. Tom stretched his arm up, clasping the branch near my own hand. With his grip firm I let go of him, his arm wrapping tightly around my hips. "Ready?" I nodded stiffly, not really looking forward to near death.

Taking a breath Tom kicked off on the cliff, releasing his hand as we fell back from the cliffside. Rolling us over his wings snapped open, catching the wind it sent us up, away from certain death if we had fallen. Slowly Tom adjusted his grip on me until my back was pressed into his chest, my wings curled to be around my arms. Tom's wings held out wide, lazily flapping when required as we glided.

"Tord, open your wings and copy me." I blinked, but my wings will... shaking my head I took a breath, spreading my wings out like Tom, blinking in surprise. With his wings positioned above mine the wind didn't rip violently through the holes. With his wings being a bit bigger then mine when he curved them down to flap it felt natural to flap mine at the same pace. "This is..." "amazing?" He finished for me, when I glanced up he had a smile for once. "Yeah." I hummed in reply as we glided back towards the beach.

Curving his wings he flapped hard, his knees bending as we landed. Flapping his wings a few slow times to keep us from falling he eventually let go of my waist, his voids drawn to my wings. I couldn't help but tilt my head down, my wings weren't anything special, if anything they were a liability. "Tord... why didn't you tell us?" Tom sounded confused above anything else, his own wings curling to rest neatly against his back.

Old memories seemed to grasp at my vocals, keeping me silent as I merely tilted my head down to stare at my boots. Tom sighed, walking forward he poked my forehead kind of hard, glaring as I looked up to meet his cocky smirk. A plane passed over head, Tom grinning I couldn't help the feeling of dread. "Tomas.."

I had no time to react as he lunged, arms wrapping around my waist as his wings flapped hard. We were flying yet again, at a steadily increasing pace. "Tomas if you drop me I swear I'll kill you!" Honestly if he heard my threat he probably just didn't care, cocky bastard. He quite easily tailed the plane, the air currents meaning all he had to do was really just glide, flapping lazily now and then. "Honestly Tord just sleep, I'll wake you up when we actually reach land."

His idea was tempting, eventually I found myself giving in to the darkness creeping into my vision.

~Dream No P.O.V~

They stood above him, small body trapped beneath harsh lights. Lighters in hand they pulled at his small wings, tears threatening to escape his stormy grey eyes. "Mamma! Pappa! Stop please!" His cries fell on deaf ears, pain wracking through the small Norwegian's entire being.

Flames licked at his wings, burning straight through the thin skin. He was screaming, thrashing against his restraints, head smacking into the table time and time again as he tried in vain to escape to loosen his bonds. The flames caught his clothes alight, burning along the cloth it melted through the leather restraint.

With a free hand he grabbed a glass containing scissors, throwing it at his parents. A string of curses escaping his young lips, words no child should know the meaning of. "I hate you! I fucking hate you, I'll kill you! You hear me!? You'll burn you sadistic bastards!"

~Tord's P.O.V~

"Tord? Tord!" I gasped, my hands gripping Tom's arm instinctively. "We're at an airport, wake up." When my breathing calmed I took a moment to look around. A jacket had been draped over my wings, Tom having new but similar attire to hide his own. "I took the liberty to call up Edd so we can go home. Paul and Pat are pissed." I sighed, smiling despite myself. Those two were honestly the best thing that happened to me.

"How long was I asleep?" "A good few hours would be my best guess." Slowly I nodded, my gaze turning to people walking quickly by to reach their destinations. It felt odd, none paying us any mind. "Hungry?" I stiffly nodded, Tom standing up, his arm leaving my grasp as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. I joined him in his search for food, slipping my arms into the sleeves of the jacket.

Eventually we reached a vending machine. Casting a brief glance around Tom transformed his fist, punching straight through the glass. "Tomas!" He gave me a pointed look, I opted to shut up as he tossed me a bag of chips. Not that it was exactly filling but it was certainly distracting as I popped one into my mouth.

We walked around the airport for a bit simply to kill time.. and avoid anyone linking us to the broken vending machine. I paused, distant voices sounding familiar, Tom glanced at me in curiosity. "Wh-" "Tord you bastard!"

A/N~
Pardon all the republishing, there were some things I didn't find to be uniform and felt the need to change it, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!
(I promise EddMatt and Paultryck are coming~)