Paint The World Red With Me (An Eddsworld Tord x Reader)

Chapter 7: Adjusting To Life

Panic overtook me as we approached the private Red Army jet. The army symbol was painted on the side, along with 'NOR5K1' in bold black letters. Tord walked ahead of me at a brisk pace. During the month we had spent at the Britian base, his burns had began to heal into scars, he got an eyepatch, and he had adjusted to his robotic arm. Even after I was ok to get out of bed, I wasn't let out of the room and spent my time watching Tord do physical therapy.

Now we were headed to Norway. Tord climbed the steps of the plane, not even sparing a glance to the two soldiers on either side of it, saluting. I hesitated at the bottom of the steps. A nudge to my back made me turn around. It was Paul and Pat, Tord's right hand men.

Pat gave me a bit of a sympathetic look while Paul just gave a hardened gaze.

"Cmon, we'll be there before you know it."

"Yeah, and Boss will start bitching if you keep him waiting."

I sighed and climbed in, taking the seat beside Tord. Once Paul and Pat were seated, the plane started it's ascent.

***

"We're here. Get up."

My fingers managed to pry themselves from the armrests, crescent imprints from my nails left in the leather. I had been tense the entire flight, the same sentence repeating in my head. 'It'll happen again. It'll happen again.'

Outside, snow was falling heavily. We were on a runway, and I was just barely able to make out a big black building against the grey winter sky. It wasn't very big for a main base. Two red banners were draped on the outside walls, waving in the wind. All the soldiers that had been scurrying along suddenly stopped, quickly saluting their leader.

Tord did nothing to respond, instead he walked ahead. He was wearing a red button down shirt under a navy blue trenchcoat. Fur trim sat against his neck. I shivered and pulled my (F/C) jacket closer as I followed.

The halls inside the base were black, with marble floors that clicked with each step we took. We headed to an elevator and climbed in. Paul and Pat continued down the hall, leaving me with Tord. The elevator began going down. So the rest of the base was underground. Clever.

He addressed me after a brief silence, keeping his gaze on the silver doors.

"I do not expect you to train with the soldiers, I doubt someone like you could keep up. However, you will be helping me in my office, as my personal assistant."

Personal assistant? That sounded sketchy.

"And what kind of work will I be doing?"

He snorted.

"Don't use that tone. Trust me, I don't have any interest sleeping with you. You're mostly going to be doing paperwork I don't want or don't have time to, keeping track of my schedule, and taking down any notes I tell you to. After 6pm you have time to yourself, but if you're leaving your room you have to tell me where you're going. As of now, you only have access to the training room."

The elevator opened and he walked off, me in tow.

"At 6 am I will wake you up and you'll have 30 minutes to get ready. For the next thirty minutes you will join me in the training room for morning exercises to keep in shape. Breakfast is at 7 and I'll accompany you there. After breakfast you'll quickly shower and then be in my office no later than 8."

"Every day?"

"Every day."

Damn. Gray Army didn't have that strict of a schedule. We just had to be up before 8 or else we'd miss breakfast. Soon we reached a set of huge mahogany doors, gold intricately lining the wood. A gold plaque on the left door read 'Rød Leder's Office'. He pointed at a door right down the hall.