TomTord A rewritten tale

~Chapter 1~

A/N 

Hey guys its been a while! I'm rewriting a old fanfic of mine so i hope you enjoy :] 

Third person POV:

It was a cool evening in the Larhon household, A young Tord waited nervously for his best friend to arrive. You see his friend Thomas Ridgebell had a emergency foster placement in his house, Poor Thomas's parents have been shot and killed a few hours prior and he had no where else to stay up until Tords dads offered to house him instead. 

DING DONG.....

Tord perks up and quickly opens the door to see Thomas with a duffle bag and Tomme bear in his arms. His black void eyes where wide in despair as he had tear streaks stained on his cheeks. It wasn't long before Tord quickly hugged him with a smile and dragged him inside his home "Tom Min venn!" Tord says happily as he gets Tom inside "I'm so- uh what's the word- la meg tenke...uh excited that you're here" he pats him on the back. "Yeah....me too Tord..." Thomas sniffled slightly. "Tord don't drag guests!" Patryck scolds his son. He soon crouches down to Thomas level "Hey bud...I'm so sorry about what happened" he gives him a sad smile. Thomas looks up at him a little before looking down "its o-okay Mr, Larhon...." Thomas's voice trembles slightly as he tried not to burst out into tears again.

Patryck sighs before getting up "How about you boys get ready for bed alright? I'll come to check up on both of you later" he says before ruffling Thomas's hair "oh and Tord Ikke nevne foreldrene hans" he warns. Tord whines " mmmmmm jeg lover" he replies before offering his hand out for Thomas to take. Thomas hesitantly grabs it as Tord leads him to his bedroom, "So Thomas are you excited for our sleepover?" Tord asks curiously. Thomas could only shrug "I...uh..wouldn't call this a sleepover....." he mumbles.

Tord's expression turns sour "Don't be such a downer Thomas tsk tsk, We're going to have a great time here" he says dramatically. Thomas pauses for a second "Did- Did you learn some new words???" He was baffled. Tords eyes lit up "You noticed??? I'm like smarter than a toad as many people say" Tord grins. Thomas cracks a small smile before giggling "smarter than a Toad-??? No one says that Tord-" he keeps giggling. The color in Tords face drains "wait what- ugh! dumme eldre barn!" he huffs in anger.

Thomas had a smile plastered on his face "its okay Tord urm du gjorde en god jobb?" He struggled a little bit but it didnt seem to matter to Tord, He was ecstatic hearing Thomas speak Norwegian to him. It's not common for people in the UK to speak his native tongue so when he heard his best friend say those few words to him it made him feel....fuzzy inside. Eh its nothing too worry about too much Tord thinks to himself. "You learned Norwegian????" Tord questions Thomas curiously "U-Um a little bit? I only know a few words..." he looks away embarrassed.

Tord looks at him with a smile "you know i can tea-" "BOYS ITS TIME TO GET TO BED!" Patryck yells from downstairs. Both boys whine at the mention of the dreaded Bed time but they quickly complied and started to settle down for the night. Though not exactly right away since the new Insane Zombie Pirates from hell comic came out and Thomas was one of the lucky  people who where able to get his hands on it.

Eventually the 2 where laying down in there respected bed, Tord was on his race car bed while Thomas layer on a pull out mattress. A awkward silence filled the room as Tord tried to figure out if Thomas was asleep or not. His thoughts where quickly interrupted by sniffling "Thomas?" He sits up and looks over his bed to see Thomas holding onto Tomme bear for dear life. "Are you uh- okay?" Tord asks nervously, Thomas quickly looks up at him "I-I miss them..." Thomas whispers in a broken voice. Tord didnt know what to say at this moment, Does he say he knows how he feels? To assure him that he'll move on? Or does he just try to give him physical comfort. This is all new to the Norwegian, Yes he's suffered through similar things as Thomas but only when he was much much younger. That's why he's with his wonderful dads in the UK after all.

Tord eventually decided to use the more physical approach as he carefully gets out of his bed and onto his. "I'm not- uh- good- at this but-" he hugs Thomas gently. If Thomas had any walls up to protect himself from any emotional damage they'd surely be gone by now. Thomas sobs into his chest as he holds onto him desperately like he'd disappear right in front of him. "It's okay....I'm here Thomas..." he soothes him gently. "Call me Tom...." He sniffles, Tord stops for a second "Okay....Tom" he smiles a little before laying down on the now shared bed. Tom let out a small yawn before shutting his eyes. Tord blushes a little before doing the same, Maybe things will work out in the end.

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"Fuck-"