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Tord x Reader Angst

(A/N: Ho bOy get the tissues my guy, get ready to sOb, tOrD sIMpS!)

Everything about him. It was just so... perfect. The way he ran his fingers through his beautiful, soft, horn-like hair. His beautiful, silver eyes. The way his uniform defined his muscles. Red Leader of course, who else would I be talking about? fUcKinG tOm??? Hell no. I'd been working with The Red Army for around a couple years now. Approximately four or five years. I had grown quite close to Red Leader. In fact, I was his assistant.

He chased me, with a smile on his face. God... his smile. When I saw that god damn smile, it instantly made my day better. "COME BACK HERE!" He yelled in his sexy Norwegian accent. God, it made my knees weak. I regained my composure and yelled, "Come back? You must be stupid. Make me!" I picked up the pace, running faster than I ever had. He eventually caught up with me, tackling me to the floor. For a split second, our eyes made contact, turning my face redder than his hoodie. He leaned in, and I did the same. Our lips touched softly. It felt like pure bliss. "I love you." I said, smiling dorkily once we pulled away. He chuckled. "I love you too,"

———woo angst time———

Soldiers held me by my arms, detaining me. I could hear a couple shouting, "RED LEADER! WE FOUND THE TRAITOR! SHE'S THE BLUE LEADER'S ASSISTANT!" Everything was going on all at once, and I found it hard to focus on one thing. I struggled, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not escape. Paul and Patryck, my best friends in this godforsaken army had caught me leaving the army base to speak to the Blue Leader. They fucking betrayed me. I thought we were friends. I saw the Red Leader walk towards me, tears in his eyes.
"Y/N." He spat, as if my name was poison. He wiped the tears from his eyes, as if he never cared for me. "Tord." I spat back, spitefully. It hurt me to say. I was the only one he trusted with his real name. I looked back up at him and he had a sense of fury in his eyes; there was also a hint of something else. Sadness? No. He never cared. No. It was sadness.
"Take her away..." He muttered to his soldiers. They carried me into a dark room, in which they chained me up. There was only one other thing in the room, other than myself and the chair i was chained to. A table. On that table, there was nothing but a pistol. A loaded one at that.

Tord walked in to the room. Once again, there were tears in his eyes. He picked up the pistol and cocked it. He began to shake, his hands trembled. He began to pull the trigger, but he stopped. "Y/N... I don't want to do this." He said, fear in his voice. I looked down. "Tord, I'll always love you..." I muttered. He pulled the trigger, shakily.

"I love you too, Y/N."