𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓣𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼♡

2- late night cuddles.

(tomtord.)

It was quiet in the house. Three friends have fallen asleep.
All except for one of them.

Tord, the norwegian male couldn't sleep.
He tried and for hours he just couldn't. His mind was distracted, it was full of thoughts.

Which made him hate himself for it but he couldn't help it.
He was thinking about Tom.

He groaned and sat up from his bed. His caramel hair is a mess. Going every which way.
His horns were even slightly flattened down.

Rubbing his eyes he got out of his bed. He picked up his Hatsune Miku plushie and left his room.
He shivered once he made it to the hall.

He walked down a moment before reaching Tom's room.
He'd chew on his lip nervously. But he just had to see Tom.

Maybe he'll get some sleep then. Even if it's just a peak.
He felt his face heat up.

'god I'm such a weirdo.' Tord thought to himself as he opened the door quietly.

Tom alerted imediantly. Waking up from his slumber.

"Who goes there?!" He'd shout.

"Tom..it's Tord!" The Norwegian replied. Much quieter as he gripped his plushie close.

Tom scoffed as he sat up from his bed.
He looked at Tord with a tired and annoyed expression.

"The hell do you want." Tom grumbled out.
Tord sighed as he yawned.

Tom watched for a moment. His face heating up slightly.

"I-i can't sleep.." the Norwegian muttered out. Kind of embarrassed.

Tom chuckled softly.
"Really?" He'd ask. He was way more calmer to the norski than usual.

"H-hey don't judge..! I-i tried for like 3 hours.."
Tord stuttered out as he walked into Tom's room. He shut the door behind.

Tom chuckled softly.
"Okay commie. C'mere."

Tords eyes lighten up hearing those words. He timidly and tiredly, walked over to Tom.

Tom extended his hand out which made Tord furrow his eyebrows.
"Hey trust me. It's too late to start shit with you." Tom says reassuringly.

Tord felt a smile slowly tug on his lips as he held Tom's hand. Tom gently pulled Tord onto the bed.

He'd then, lay the norsk down.
Wrapping his arms around the short norweigan.

Tord blushed. He also realized something.
Tom was shirtless.

Tom nuzzled his face into Tords neck.
"Now will you get to fucking sleep?"
He'd ask. Chuckling softly afterwards.

Tord just nodded. He was too flustered to say anything.
But suddenly, he felt tired.

Extremely tired.

Tord shut his eyes. Feeling the sleep consume his body. He felt safe. He felt comfortable in Tom's arms.
Which usually is a shock because they're enemies.

But he didn't think about that, instead he thought about this moment.

He fell asleep. His body completely out in slumber.
Tom was awake. Looking down lovingly at the communist.Tom softly smiled. He lifts his hand and starts to play with Tords hair. He'd hum as he does this.
A soft blush rested on his (Tords.) face as he slept.

Tom kissed his head. Then shut his eyes. Holding his crush close.

Both of them falling asleep together in each other's arms.