My Lullaby (MPREG) (COMPLETED!; BEING REVISED!; SEQUEL IN PROGRESS!)

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Edd forced a smile on his face as he opened the door wider.  They walked in and looked around a bit.  "Nice place you've got here, Edd." Patryck said, deciding to sit on the couch.  Might as well follow him.  Paul thought as he sat next to Patryck.  They heard the sound of a tea kettle go off, and Edd left the living room to go handle that.

As they waited for Edd to return, Idden walked into the room and decided to strike a conversation with them.

"So...what are your names?" Idden asked, tilting her head.  "Oh, did we not tell you?  Silly us, where are our manners?  I'm Patryck, and this is my twin brother, Paul!" Patryck said, wrapping his arm around Paul's shoulder.  "Hello, Paul and Patryck!  I'm Idden Larsinn!" Idden introduced herself.  Paul and Patryck smiled now that they knew for sure that Idden was Tord's kid.  "Where's your papa?  Is your papa home?" Patryck asked, "No...I've never met my papa before..." Idden replied, frowning a little bit.  Their smiles faded, now they're concerned and slightly on edge.  "Well, you know how Paul and I are twins?  Well, your papa is our older brother...we've been looking for him for quite some time, and since your mom was also friends with Edd, Matt, and Tom, we figured he was staying here." Patryck explained.  "Isn't the parent having a baby supposed to be a girl though?" Idden asked, tilting her head in confusion.  "Well...your papa was born half boy and half girl, but he likes to be a boy more." Patryck explained in the most child friendly way he could think of.  "REALLY?!  Wow!  Papa's so cool!" Idden exclaimed, sparkles in her eyes.  Paul and Patryck giggled a bit, but that stopped once Edd stepped in with some mugs.

"Tea anybo-?" "Where is Tord?" Patryck interrupted with a sharp, serious tone.  Edd didn't answer, and instead put the mugs on the coffee table.  "My brother asked you a question.  Where.  Is he?" Paul said, obviously getting mad, but he's only keeping his cool because Idden is still in the room.

"Idden, please go to your room and play with your toys." Edd said, again dodging the question, which Idden only left the room because she wanted to get away from the tense atmosphere, but she stayed behind the closed door to listen in since something within the deep depths of her soul told her to.

"We aren't asking you, Edward Gerald." Patryck said, his tone dark and intimidating.  "And I'm not telling y-!" Edd was interrupted by Paul punching him in the face, then Paul grabbed the cola addicted Brit by the hoodie, pulling him close to the point where their faces were almost touching.  "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" Paul shouted, his face becoming red with rage.  "Paul, stop it!  You're not solving anything!  Look, I'm just as confused, hurt, and angry as you are, but we aren't gonna find Tord if you act like that!" Patryck said, prying Paul's hand off of Edd's hoodie, then he held his twin close.  Paul's angry fuming became sobs within the time span of a few seconds (Paul tends to hide his emotions, so when he snaps, it's good for him, but bad for whoever he's snapping at).  "I-I-I'm sorry...I just miss him a lot..." Paul said, clutching his twin's uniform tightly, "I know you do...I miss him, too..." Patryck replied, soothing Paul to the best of his ability.  "Edd, please...just tell us where he is...it's not that hard." Patryck said, feeling a lot of things at once.  Stress, hurt, confusion, anger, grief.

"Fine.  We kicked him out of the house after he had Idden." Edd gave in.

"W-What...?" Edd froze and saw Idden peeking her head through the doorway, tears rolling down her face.  "Idden...l-let me expla-!" "NO!  YOU TOOK PAPA AWAY FROM ME!" Idden shouted, the small tears becoming waterfalls that streamed down her now pale, chubby cheeks.  "Why...?" Patryck demanded, his lip trembling in anger.

"Now don't fucking lay that sappy bullshit on us.  It's his own fucking fault for being a backstabbing traitor!" Tom said, walking into the room with his arms crossed.

"IT'S NOT LIKE HE WANTED TO DO THAT!  DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE HE DIDN'T WILLINGLY BETRAY YOU?!" Patryck snapped back.  "BULLSHIT!  HE ALWAYS ACTED LIKE THE COMMUNIST HE IS!  HE WAS A TRAITOR FROM THE VERY START!  DON'T ACT LIKE HE'S FUCKING INNOCENT!" Tom shouted.  "THE ONLY REASON HE ACTED LIKE THAT WAS BECAUSE WE WERE BORN AND RAISED INTO IT!  DO YOU THINK HE WANTED TO BE RED LEADER?!  NO!  THE ONLY REASON HE DID SO WAS BECAUSE OUR FATHER FORCED HIM TO!  DO YOU THINK HE GOT A FUCKING SAY IN WHAT HE WANTED TO BE WHEN HE GREW UP?!  NO!  HIS FATE WAS SET IN STONE THE MERE SECOND HE WAS BORN BECAUSE OF OUR FUCKED UP, POWER HANGRY, BASTARD OF A FATHER!" Paul shouted.  The room became silent after that, spare for the tiny sobs that left Paul's mouth.

"So WHAT if that's true?!  He blew up our house!  He betrayed us!  He burned the memories of all of our adventures to the fucking ground!" Edd said, being stubborn as he still looked for a reason to hate Tord.

"He was forced to do that, too...Tord took quite a beating from our father when he told him no...our father tortured him, Edd...he let the army's lab rats experiment on him...one of the scientists...he...put his hands on Tord.  You wanna know the worst part...?  Father didn't care that his own flesh and blood was raped.  He didn't care that his son got pregnant as a result.  He didn't care that Tord got blown out of that robot...he didn't care that Tord almost lost Idden because of that...if you're gonna be mad at somebody, be mad at our father, not Tord..." Patryck said just above a whisper as he held Paul tighter for comfort.

The room was silent again.

"I haven't checked on him since I took him to an alleyway...I don't even know if he's still there." Edd finally said, guilt closing in on him. (yes Edd, taste the guilt-!)

"It wouldn't hurt to look, would it?" Paul suggested.  "I guess not..." Edd replied, opening the door.  "Come on, let's go find him."

(With The Coral Clan)

Sólúlfur woke up, smiling at the sleeping beauty in his arms.  He waited a bit until Tord finally woke up.  "Mornin handsome!" Sólúlfur said, smiling lovingly at his boyfriend's cute, sleepy face.  Tord yawned a bit before he spoke.  "Morning."  They has a small make out session until they heard somebody clear their throat.  The two scandinavians pulled away and saw one of their clan members, Melvin, standing there.

"Oh, hey Melvin!  What brings you here?" Sólúlfur asked.  "There is a group of people that would like to see you, sir." Melvin replied, bowing his head in respect.  "Hm...send them here." Sólúlfur commanded.  Melvin saluted before he left.

It was a few seconds of waiting before the group of people entered their territory.

Tord eyes widened when he instantly recognized them.

"...G-Guys...?"

(MUAHAHAHAHAHA!   ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER CUZ I'M FUCKING EVIL!

-Pepper/Rea)