TordTom OneShots

What Is It Then?

Tension was high between the two, not that it wasn't a common occurrence. Things had seemed to get better though for the most part. So it was quite unexpected when Tord began to actively ignore Tom, not acknowledging his existence in the slightest. It was tearing Tom apart trying to think of a reason for it.

Saturday started as normal and boring as expected for Tom, nothing made it special. Night rolled around and slapped him in the face as time flew by. It was just turning 11:30 as Tom headed to the fridge to grab a drink of his favorite vodka. His favorite vodka had to wait though, as a hand pinned the fridge shut which stretched just over Tom's shoulder.

"Want a drink?" A voice spoke quietly, a thick accent lacing the words. Tom didn't have to turn to see who it was, but he did since it was surprising to hear from him again. He stared into Tord's eyes, back against the fridge, arms crossed.

A sigh escaped Tom's lips before shrugging and answering, "Yes. Yes, I do. That is why I came to the fridge, dumbass." His words were sour and his eyes matched his annoyance. He didn't want to admit that he had been genuinely upset with Tord ignoring him with, what he thought to be, no reasoning. The built up anger and loneliness he was feeling the past week or so didn't hold back.

"I know a place with better drinks." Tord stated. His face laid flat with no emotion, but he was internally screaming, begging, crying for Tom to go along with him. To his amusement and relief, he received a roll of the eyes and a breathless 'fine' from the smaller man. Don't let his size fool you though, he was a fighter, and a good one at that.

The pair arrived to a strip mall which had most of, if not all, the shops closed. Tom gave Tord an uncertain glance as he soothingly rubbed his arm. It crossed his mind that maybe he had taken him out here, to this desolate place, to kill him. No people, no witnesses, no one to come to the rescue. It seemed like a perfect opportunity if he were to actually do it. But he didn't.

Tord stepped out of the car and went to Tom's side, opening the door for him. "What a gentleman." Tom chuckled. Tord only smiled in return, not speaking a word. He walked the both of them to a small set of stairs that led underground. Faint music could be heard through the metal door but not enough for them to have heard it from the car. Opening the door to the place however, flooded Tom's ears with only the most obnoxious music and crowds of people yelling. It was an underground bar. An underground gay bar. Something that Tom had no knowledge of prior.

"Drinks are on me," Tord stated as he grabbed Tom's hand, leading him to the bar, "don't worry." He finished. It was a relief as Tom hadn't thought to bring his wallet, which Tord noticed and didn't care for, as he planned to pay anyway.

The two had their drinks and began to slowly sip away at the intoxicating liquid. "I'll pay you back tomorrow or something.." Tom trailed off. Having things just handed to him without deserving it felt wrong. He did nothing to earn a free drink from Tord. If anything he should be paying for Tord's, even though he had no idea what he had done to anger him. He still felt responsible in a way and felt guilt run through his veins.

Tord took a long drink from his glass before brushing off Tom's words. He wasn't going to accept any payment from him. The plan was to talk things out, have some drinks, share a few tender words which he only hoped for. But his thoughts were cut short.

"Hey," A loud and slurred voice spoke behind Tom, "are y'all two together?" He asked. Neither of them answered immediately, only sharing a quick look. As Tom was about to answer and try to make up an excuse, Tord nudged him with his foot. It caught him by surprise, Tord shook his head. "So you wouldn't mind if I asked you for a dance?" The guy said, towering over Tom as he sat awkwardly in the bar stool.

"He wouldn't mind at all, he'd love to." Tord quickly blurted, slapping a forced and painful smile on his face. Tom furrowed his brows at this and shook his head in defense. Sooner or later he found his way to the dance floor nonetheless. Embraced by a random guy he didn't even know the name of. It was embarrassing and beyond unbearable. He cursed Tord in his mind for being such an ass. His head whipped around to give that man a deathly glare, yet he wasn't there. Tom's eyes traced over the crowed and just barely saw the caramel haired man make his way to a back exit.