The first time Iver met him was at the funeral of his beloved parents. They died due to a terrorist attack a few days ago. When he woke up that morning, as usual he was still tight asleep with open eyes, sitting on his bed and taking a few moments to get back to reality. Desorientated he flung his arm right, grabbed his alarm clock and looked at it. 6:28am. Annoyed to have woken up 2 minutes before he had to wake up, he fell back to his bed and closed his eyes. As soon as he set sail to his dreamland, he heard a loud noise. "Chickerikoo!"
'That damned thing, why must I wake up so early even though it's the weekend?' Wanting to smash that alarm, he remembered the reason for his early awakening. 'Troublesome, so troublesome' He buried his face inside his pillow and counted to ten. After forcefully raising up, he walked out his room. Grumpy as always he climbed down the stairs, sat down on the last one, wanting to take a short power nap before going to the kitchen, his desire to sleep overpowering his rationality. The moment he closed his eyes was the moment he regretted the most for many many years to come.
His parents had waited for him in the kitchen and after hearing his footsteps but not seeing him, they felt something was odd. The father of him walked to the stairs, seeing a small little boy with black curly hair sound asleep, leaning his body against the wall. What an adorable sight! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
"Darling, come her and look. Quick, bring me my cellphone." Ivers mother got up from the chair she was sitting on and followed his wish and came to him. "Oh my, our baby is soooooo cute, hurry, take a picture" she exclaimed. "Right? Definetly our son." with that said the doting parent took his phone and started to take lots of pictures, the sound of the camera leading to the sleeping cutie furrowing his brows, but not waking up, making him look even more sweet.
" Let's not wake him up yet, he still needs some sleep it seems." said the mother. " Yes, you're always right, darling. After we bring our luggage to the airport, one of us can go back while the other watches over them." he said and gave a light kiss to his wife. "With that said, what shall we do with Iver? That boy has grown up a lot, my back can't endure his weight. When I think about taking him upstairs to his room, I get backpain just from imagining it. Seufz, I am growing old..." the growing old dad said while reminiscing his younger days. " What are you saying, you are still 28 years old, if it weren't for that bastard Nikolai, your back wouldn't even hurt!" the woman shouted. "Enough, don't wake the boy up! And never say that again! Do you hear me? It was thanks to him that I am still alive. He took a fucking bullet for me, almost losing his life and all you can think of is to slander him? Shame on you!" the man erupted. " Why? It's his fault that you're like this. You just had to be associated with a gangster like him! You were once an upright Policeman who I looked up to, but after this incident happened, you never told me what really happened aside him saving you and you not being able to work anymore. Thank goodness the state pays for your retirement or else our future would have looked dark." answered the woman with an irritated look. "Enough is enough, for how many times must we have this talk! That man is my hero, do you know how much I suffered back in the days? We grew up together, he always protected me like a brother, he is my bloodsworn brother from even before I ever met you, so shut the fuck up!" he roared. " Pssst, keep your voice down, do you want to wake the kid up? Let's go back to the kitchen" she hushed. A long silence erupted and they turned their head to their baby, the boy still sleeping soundly.
Breathing a sign of relief they went to the kitchen in silence and started to fight again but trying their best to keep their voices down. "Nikolai this, Nikolai that! Sometimes I think you should have married him instead of me." she spitted out. "What nonesense are you spouting? Let's hurry, we can't miss our flight." Ivers father said. With the help of his wife he grabbed his little boy and put him in the living rooms sofa and putting a blanket on Iver. While they rolled the luggage to their car, they locked the door to their house and drew in the direction of the airport.
15minutes later a bomb exploded inside the car, the parents gone like the wind.
When Iver woke up two hours later, he tried to call his father and mother, but no one picked up. "They can´t be traveling without me? Why didn´t they wake me up?"
Police came a few hours later, told him that there was a terrorist attack, his parents had to chance, they died instantantly. A few other people got injured.
For Iver the world came to end on that day, 2nd of March, his birthday. Their family wanted to celebrate in New York...He didn´t know how he survived the following days, him being numb . The funeral was held, Iver couldn´t even cry anymore, the will to live lost in his eyes, like a puppet he stood beside their grave for many hours. Even when it started to rain, he didn´t leave.
That´s when Nikolai appeared.