Finding

(53) Question

Author Notes:

Hello, everyone.

To those who support and read my story, thank you for having the patience to still continue reading this fic. I know that my pace for updating has began to slow down but I do hope you would still find the interest in giving this a chance even with the slower updates.

I mean, real has begun to catch up to me which is why I am currently finding myself busy most of the time. Hence, my time and inspiration for this story's continuance is getting side tracked a bit.

Anyway, I apologize for the delay.

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Tord felt so warm and comfortable.

The silvernette haven't felt something like this for a long time now.

To feel so protected and loved...

Burrowing deeper in the embrace of whoever it was that was holding him, Tord heard a smooth masculine voice laugh as what felt like a chaste kiss was placed on his lips. The scent of pineapples with a touch of faint vodka made Tord's heart beat a loud 'Badump' a couple of few times.

"Thomas?" The Norwegian groggily asked.

"Shh.... It's the start of our vacation today, Princess. We don't have to wake up early and deal with the Empire the coming two weeks," the brunet replied as strong well-defined arms gently squeezed Tord's sides that had the Norski opening his green gem-like eye.

It was a familiar matured face that had a pleased smile on it which greeted Tord's sight. Thomas was gently smiling at him with his visor not on his face and the silvernette was glad to see the Brit's dark voids staring at him.

Raising his hands, both robotic and human appendages traced the eyeless man's features and Tord felt the strong urge kiss the brunet and just savor the moment. So, kiss he did. Tord kissed Thomas and licked the other man's lips as to silently ask for entrance.

With their tongues intertwined, Tord felt as if he was where he belonged. He felt as if he was...

The devil horned male then pulled himself back as a sudden sob found its way out of him as the sudden memory of blood on a snowy cliff during Christmas got him wondering if this was real. Was this reality or simply a dream?

The thought of permanently losing Thomas was so jarringly painful that he stared at the Brit's dark voids and begged, "Please tell me that this is real. That you're real.

You didn't die that Christmas, right? I didn't experience what it meant to go back in time and even re-do most of my life. I...You're here with, right?

Please...."

A sad smile then found its way in the eyeless man's face and fight worn hands wiped the Norwegian's tears. "I see that my gift had, fortunately, come into your possession even when I wasn't able to give it," he remarked.

Tord took a deep shuddering breath at such words as he closed his eyes and tried to deny the truth that was being presented to him. "No. NoNononono....."

"My love—"

"No, stop! If you're dead then I had failed you. Not only was I incapable of loving you back but I have also killed you. I don't deserve to be called 'your love.'

I don't deserve you at all!" Tord cried as he brought his hands on his face and refused to look Thomas' way.

"I may be dead things but have not changed on how I feel, Tord. Always know that my heart had always been yours. The day I told you that I love you and had you acknowledge the officialness of our relationship, do you remember it?"