Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter thirty six

Sealand woke after hearing a loud gunshot, the boy clung to the female.
He saw the 2p swede being chased by Thurston, he wondered what made the Finn mad at the swede.
The small boy stretched and looked up, (y/n) was awake again.
Her eyes looked ahead of her, the blond boy hugged her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you.", the boy apologized.

"So you did it you little shit."

Loki had walked in while Sealand apologized, his grip on the tray left marks.
The boy was fearful of the man, Finland told him that the 2p Nordics were quite dangerous.
The blond boy felt the arms of the female tighten slightly around him, Loki scoffed.
"You're protecting the one who hurt you.", the Norwegian man said to the female, "This little brat has to be punished."
Sealand heard how Loki spoke like he knew the female.
"Kanin, I'm kind of disappointed with how sweet you can be sometimes.", the burned man sighed, "I never thought my sister would be so forgiving."
Sister, she was their sister.
But wasn't she Denmark's sister?

Sealand was confused, she acted more like a 1p than a 2p.
Loki hissed out a sigh, "fine. But we have the last say about what happens when this is all over,"
Who was Loki talking to?
(Y/n) was silent. Could he somehow read into her mind or see something in her eyes?
The head of the female tilted forward onto Sealand's, her warm breath heated up his hair.
"I'll let you keep him for now.", the burned man hissed and set the tray down, "move brat."
A scream made Sealand jump, Loki did not care.
"Thurston sure is more pissy than usual huh Kanin?", the Norwegian asked and picked up one of the cups, "Bernard told me you were able to eat solids again. So I got you some soft fruit."

The Norwegian motioned for the boy to move, Sealand did so and hid behind the female.
The boy held onto the silver haired female's dress as Loki held up the fruit for (y/n) to eat, she took the fruit from his fingers.
The blond British boy held onto the female's arm as she was fed, Loki put the cup down and picked up the other.
The Norwegian was about to give her the liquid in the cup when he was startled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
Loki dropped the cup onto (y/n) and the liquid splashed everywhere on her.
The burned man turned and looked at the intruder with an annoyed expression, "I was giving her lunch. Now she needs to be cleaned up."

The intruder, Thurston huffed.
"Throw the brat back into the Dungeon, I'll take care of Kulta.", The Finnish man hissed as he picked up the female.
Sealand tried to grasp (y/n)'s sleeve when Thurston walked away with her, the boy was stopped by Loki.
"You should wait in the dungeon, you'll be okay.", The burned man spoke, "Nobody will hurt you if she wants you safe."
The strawberry blond Norwegian warped into the dungeons with the boy, he put the boy in a cell that was intact.
"I really should fix these things. Far did a number on them.", the man sighed and warped out.
The British boy looked at the cells across from him, three had a skeleton in each.
All the skeletons were male, one was tall and wide, another was normal sized, the final was a smaller stature.
He could not help but wonder who they were.

What seemed like hours passed, the air in the dungeon became colder.
Sealand found an old blanket, thick and warm on the ground.
He draped it over him.
The boy was still worried for (y/n) even though these men did not seem to want to hurt her, they were dangerous.
His eyes closed and he let out a breath, he dropped unknowingly into sleep.

"THURSTON STOP, DON'T DO THIS!"

Sealand's eyes snapped open, he heard a voice.
But nobody was there with him.
The voice sounded like a man's, it was begging Thurston for some reason.
He listened more, Hoping to find out why he heard the voice.
Again he closed his eyes.

"THURSTON PLEASE! SHE'S MY DAUGHTER! SHE NEEDS ME!"
"She does not need you."

Sealand jumped again, Thurston's voice and the man's voice from before.
The boy looked to where he heard the voice come from, the largest skeleton with a hole in his head and gnaw marks on his bones.
That had to be the body of (y/n)'s father, the others had to be the other fathers.
Each skeleton had gnaw marks on them from sharpened teeth, but each was killed in a different fashion.
The boy felt sick, these men killed their fathers.