In The Army (Tord x Reader)

sixteen (revised)

I couldn't help myself, got more inspiration

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My eyes slowly open to a familiar scene. The red sheets, the morning sun. One difference was the man laying next to me. He kept his distance, but his pinky finger is wrapped around mine. Tord looks so different when sleeping, the devil-like militaristic leader turned into a cat having a lazy day. I scoot closer to him as I admire his looks. Without realizing it, my hand was caressing the right side of his face. His eyes shot open, startling me to the point where I fell off his bed.

"(Y/n)! Are you okay?" He asks as his head pops over the mattress. I start giggling in-between my words, "yeah, I didn't mean to wake you up. You just looked so pretty."

His worried face softens into a smile. Tord climbs off the bed and effortlessly picks me up. "Would you like to go back to sleep or follow me around?"

"Honestly, I'd like to talk with you. I barely know anything about you, yet we've slept in the same bed." I state, looking up at him. He lets out a long sigh before setting me back onto the bed.

"Follow me around then? I can't take today off, I'm working on a large project." Tord explains, stretching his arms over his head, his shirt lifting up a little.

"Why are you being so sweet this morning?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno," I roll over onto my tummy an prop my head up in my hands. "I just feel like you've never been so kind."

"Probably because no one has pissed me off yet." He huffs.

"There we go! That's the Tord I know." I giggle as I go to sit on my knees. Red Leader turns to me, playfully glaring. He goes to his closet, pulling out black jeans and a red t-shirt. "Aww, not dressing up today?"

"No, no. I have to work on somethings in the lab. I don't want grease or oil on my uniforms." He tugs off his shirt and goes to replaces it as I cover my eyes. I hear his light laugh before he says, "you can look if you want."

"I think I'm okay..." I whisper as I feel my face warm up. Once again, Tord's metallic touch is caressing my cheek. His nose resting against mine as I drop my hands from covering now closed eyes.

Warmth.

He's loving. He's lonely. He's sad. Tord's lips fit perfectly with mine, conveying feelings he'd never tell me. My hands place themselves around his neck, pulling him in closer. He kneels onto the bed, using his other hand to hold me up as we lean back. I make contact with the bed, Tord's hand sliding down my back and side to rest on my hip. He breaks the kiss, looking at the door. "Goddamn it."

Three raps interrupts the brief silence. "Red Leader, are you in there?"

"Ugh... Yes, Pat, I'm here. What can I do for you?" Tord replies, squishing me as he's burying his face in the bed. I pull him into a hug, my cheeks growing even redder as I feel the tense muscles on his back. The door handle starts to turn, causing Tord to launch himself off the bed to barricade it. "No, n-no, no no!"

"Tord? Is everything okay?" Pat inquired, a tone of worry in his voice.

"Uh, yeah. WhAt's up?" The magnificent Red Leader replied, with a voice crack. My hands flew up to my mouth, hiding my giggles very poorly. Tord shot a glare in my direction as Pat hesitantly answers his question, "Well, I have some of (Y/N)'s clothes for her to wear, is she still there?"

"Yes, yes she is. She's just in the bath at the moment, so I'll let her know. Set them on the sofa and I'll get it."

"Sounds lovely. So Tord, did you guys do it-"

"Patryck! You are dIsmissed!" Tord's voice cracked yet again, as Pat's loud sigh could be heard through the door. The sound of boots make their journey away, followed by an elevator's ding!

I burst out laughing and then immediately tackled. Tord starts to whine as I run my fingers through his blond hair, "You're such a handful! All these people checking up on you and my schedule will never let us spend time together."

"Don't you mean, 'everyone is a cockblock and I hate them' Tord?" I giggle out. Next thing I know, I'm back in the floor with a smug looking Tord on the bed above me.

"I believe you have a bath you need to be taking, Princess."

I hop out of the floor, sticking my tongue out at him and beelining for the bathroom. A hot shower sounds so nice. I turn on the shower and let the water heat as I get everything ready. As steam covers the mirror, I draw a smiley face before I strip naked and hop in.

Collecting your thoughts has always been the best during a shower. Except when it's about yesterday. Oh right, yesterday. The author has really been dragging out these past few days. So much has happened, it's been difficult to process.

Two days ago, I left my room and talked to Tord. One day ago, I picked a fight with a major and had him killed. Yesterday, I learned my husband's name while on our first date, and killed two men. Today, I made out with my husband of a week and a half for the first time.

Speaking of the devil, a knock startles me out of thought. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

"I, um, yeah. I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind right now."

"I'm leaving your clothes by the sink." With the click of the door telling me Tord was gone, I quickly finish up my routine. I wrap the fluffy towel around me, looking for my extra stuff that was brought here. I spot it next to my clothes in a little basket. That reminds me...

"Tord! Why do you use two in one? It's so bad for your hair!" I yell out the cracked bathroom door. Tugging on my pants.

"Leave me alone! I have countries to overthrow, there's no time to condition."

"At least your soap smells nice, I'll give you that." I wring out my wet hair before towel drying it. As I study myself in the mirror, that's when I notice it. Blue jeans and a yellow shirt. I fling open the door to Tord untying a shoe knot in the middle of the floor. "I think your second hands are determined to make us match."

"You look cute though. A little under prepared, but cute." He states, taking his attention from the knot. I squat down, taking the bunched up shoe laces from his hands and swiftly untying it. He grabs the laces back and ties it into a neat bow."How are you so good at that?"

"My dad made me do knots and stuff when I was little, it helped a lot with bracelet making." I reply

"Hey, grab your gun holster from my side table." Tord says, getting to his feet. I grab the holster, going to put it on when two hands wrap around and take it from me. He unclasps each buckle and takes his time putting it on me. Sexual tension lingers in the air as Tord buckles it around my waist and kneels down to fix the last two. Without a word, he grabs the back of my thigh and spreads my legs slightly apart.

"I-" I start, but his hands make their way to my inner thigh, buckling the bottom half way to my knee. Tord drags his fingers up slowly, a click of the latch following along with the sound of my breath catching. His head lays on my hip as he grips my thigh. I clear my throat, stumbling on my words, "We, uh, should g-go..."

"Mhmm."

"Tord?" I question as I run my fingers through his blond hair. He slowly stands up to tower over me. Red Leader grabs his own gun and places it in my holster.

"For you." Tord's eyes catch my own, the hunger from yesterday clouding his eyes again. Power and lust.

"Thank you." I respond, grabbing his hand to lace our fingers together. He smiles and runs his thumb across my own.

"Sorry, gotta calm myself down before we go." Tord awkwardly proclaims, and in an instant my face is back to the tomato red it has been multiple times today.

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