The Wars -- Steampunk Au -- Tord × Reader/Oc × Tom

Chapter One

Iza woke up on the couch in the airship's lounge. She rubbed her eyes and sank a little deeper into the cushions. Things hadn't been going her way lately, and it felt like everything was falling apart. One of her comrades in the room chuckled as she sat up.

"Sleep well, søt?"

Iza groaned and gave him the birdy. "Put a sock in it, Tord."

"I'm not the one who fell asleep,"

"But you could keep your nose in your own bloody business. I'm just glad that training is over."

"Why's that?" Tord asked.

"Because once we get to Shu, I can ditch the camp. Better yet, I won't have to see your face ever again"

Tord stifled a laugh.
"So you think."

"What do you mean by that?"

He shook his head,
"It's nothing, kjære."

Iza shrugged off the idea of Tord being cryptic. He was quite known for being stupidly metaphorical. Little did she know, however, that this wasn't one of his riddles. Iza sighed and got on her feet. She walked over to the window in the lounge and looked
down at the massive city below them.

"Fucking hell, we're there already?"

Tord snickered, nodding his head. "You were asleep for quite some time. Hey, did you know that you talk in your sleep??"

Iza grunted and let out a sigh of frustration. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked
back out of the window.

"Whatever... I'm going to go get some food.."

"As you say, kjære. Oh, but watch out for your mother. She's on the war-path."

As Iza walked out of the room, she thanked Tord bitterly. The first place she dropped by was the coffee shop on the ship. She thought it was stupid to even have a coffee shop aboard, but her mother disagreed. And since her mother was running the whole operation, she didn't have much of a say. At the coffee shop, she bought a mug of hot chocolate. Nothing fancy-- literally at all--- but it was what she liked. What she was comfortable with. She wasn't going to change it any
time soon, either.

Afterward, Iza took to the engine, to see if there was anything she could work on for time’s
sake.

"Are you sure, Pau?" Iza asked.
Pau nodded, scooping some coal into a furnace. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and
grunted.

"Sorry, Iza. Weapons have been so busy and it doesn't look like there's anything more room for you to help out."

"Tch. Do you at least know when we'll be landing??"

"Less than an hour, ok princess?"

"Don't call me princess."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want."

Iza rolled her eyes and walked out of the engine room. She turned down the bend and passed the long hall of windows that exposed the city to her. She took a moment to view it--- Iza had never seen it before. She grew up with Tord, at camp, and spent all those years away from any big important place. But this--

This was new.

And she didn't know how to feel about that. With a sigh, Iza grunted and groomed her bangs
back. She sipped on her hot chocolate and enjoyed the view, wishing that there had been
donuts too. Donuts were something that she was definitely looking forward to having more
of. They were so rare to have back home, but she loved them.

Donuts.

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Iza took a deep breath in as she stepped off the airship that had just landed. People bumped past her, and a few shoves made her want to break out in a fight. But it wouldn't be good for her first minutes in the city. This was a big step toward the revaluation of her life.

Iza -- for once-- let a smile grace her lips. Tord bumped into her by accident ---and in a flash, that smile fell. Iza whipped around and threw a fist at Tord.

"Hey, watch it, would ya'!?" She snapped.

Tord easily dodged and tried to ease her. "Whoa, whoa, calm down, prinsesse!!"

She stepped forward and socked him in the arm.

"Ow!"

"Do NOT call me princess."

"Alright, alright, sheeze!!"

"You are SO infuriating."

Iza grabbed her luggage and spun around. She walked off, not realizing that the Red Leader had been watching her from a balcony above.

No, she did not notice at all....