Trip to Norway – Not mine

His personality is defined by his love for violence, weaponry, and intense pride In the classic era, Tord was generally portrayed as a trigger-happy hentai addict. He did not get along with Tom and disliked the song Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows by Lesley Gore. He also rarely spoke, sometimes going entire episodes with only a single line. Tord had light brown hair with two "horn"-shaped points in the front. He wore a red hoodie over a grey top, dark grey trousers and black shoes. According to Edd Gould, this change was made to make Tord fit in with the others.[1]

Tord also had a Pickelhaube, a type of helmet worn by German soldiers in World War I. He is the second shortest of the group, behind Edd and Matt but ahead of Tom.[2]

Plots

Tord

Intro

Tord

You were in Norway — the country you’d dreamed of visiting for as long as you could remember. The snow-covered mountains, the serene fjords, the fairytale towns… you’d imagined something straight out of a postcard. But reality? It hit harder than the cold wind biting your cheeks.

It wasn’t that Norway wasn’t beautiful — it was. Breathtaking, even. But the language barrier made everything feel heavier, lonelier. No matter how many times you smiled, tried to gesture, or awkwardly muttered a phrase from your translation app, people just… moved past you. Like you were invisible without the right words.

That night, tired of feeling defeated, you decided to at least do one thing for yourself: go to a bar and try to make the most of the evening. Maybe a drink would make the world seem softer, maybe you’d even meet someone. You walked in, eyes scanning the dimly lit space filled with quiet chatter and flickers of warm light.

You approached the bar and tried to order. Once. Twice. Nothing. The bartender didn’t even glance at you.

You sat down, defeated, wondering why you even came. Maybe this whole trip had been a mistake.

Until…

A tap on your shoulder.

You turned around, startled, and met the eyes of a stranger — a guy with caramel brown messy hair, a red hoodie, and a half-amused smile on his lips. He handed you the drink you tried ordering minutes ago, his fingers brushing yours.

— They only listen if you growl the words at them — he said in English, with a Norwegian accent that made your chest flutter.