tordtom/tomtord oneshots

My Obedient Assistant.~

A/N: This Oneshot will include: fluff, only a little bit of smut(?) (for those wondering: no sex in this chapter.), a lot of swearing and the WTFuture AU, a little bit of angst but not much of it either. Enjoy! =3

[ tom's pov. ]

It was just another one of those days. Tord making me do all of his work and my late pathetic assignments because he's too lazy to do his own things that HE'S supposed to be doing. Just because I work for him and all now doesn't mean I automatically love him. In fact, if I'm being sincerely honest, I HATE this guy! Actually no, hate is too strong.. I need a stronger word, Despise. I fucking despise Tord. All he's ever done is ruin my life. Before all of this shit happened, he always destroyed my belongings or smashed up my Smirnoff bottles or he'd do anything to piss me off! He still does that. I mean, I guess he's become a little bit more cope-able but that's only by 2 percent. I sigh of annoyance, looking down at the piles upon piles of work sheets and late assignments in my hands, feeling my arms dose off from how heavy this shit was. I better not be bothered by a single soul in this stupid fucking base whilst I do all of these for the most laziest 'leader' in the whole entire world. I don't get it, out of everyone, how did HE become the leader? I grunt in disgust, heading over to a private room of my own Tord assigned me with a couple of months ago due to immature soldiers always disturbing me when I was doing my assigned work in the library this place has. I walk inside, placing the work on the desk and going over and closing the door once I put everything down, freeing my arms for a minute or so.

I approach back to the desk and sit down on the chair and take out my pen, looking at Tord's work first since it was more important due to my rubbed-out assignments I forgot to do a while ago. "God.. does he actually do anything other than sleep, yell at us all for doing the slightest thing wrong and sit back and read or watch hentai? This bloody nuisance of a man!" I talk to myself as I get a headache just by looking at all the over-due work. Grunting in anger, I take a deep breath and started to do everything that was there, writing in thin black ink neatly on the workpaper I was given. 

About four and a half hours later, I was finally done with everything there. Yes, every single little bit of paper, including my own assignments. I sigh of exhaustion, laying my head down against the cold and hardened wooden desk whilst I shut my 'eyes', the LED green ones that were visibly shown on my visor that covered my eyes also shut too, indicating I had my eyes closed. To those wondering, I had to have this stupid thing as a replacement from my actual 'eyes' due to cancer from a laser, in the past I didn't think so much which always lead me to really fucked up shit, I guess this is the outcome of some of it which I guess, over time I've gotten used to. I let out a quiet but long yawn, re-opening my 'eyes' as I get up off of my chair, stretching. "I guess I should give these to Tord now." I grab all of the neatly put-together assignments and sheets of paper and carried them out of the room, heading down to Tord's office. Even though I'm technically not supposed to due to the rules of the Army, I call Tord by his name a ton, especially if I'm on my own and he isn't there. I mean really, he doesn't care if I call him by Tord if it's also just me and him alone, but when there's someone else around like Pau or Pat, then he insists on me to call him by 'Red Leader', 'Leader' or just 'Sir', sometimes 'Boss' as well but I don't really call him that, it's a bit cringe in my opinion since I see that man as no boss anyway, he's just lazy in my opinion.. getting everyone else, mostly ME out of all people to do everything for him! I'd definitely be a better leader than this douchebag any day. I finally arrive to his office, knocking on the door, as he always wants me to do that out of politeness in case he's busy. "Who is it?" I hear that very same Norwegian accent say, he somewhat sounded angry. I sigh, responding to him. "It's just me, sir. I've completed everything you wanted me to." I say, sounding quite annoyed at the end of my sentence. "Ohh! Thomas! Come in then." He sounds a bit less angrier now, I open the door carefully and come inside, going over and placing all of the work on his desk, bowing then going over to shut the door, staying right near it. Tord stares at me in confusion, then grunts and looks down at the work, reading and scanning his eyes through every single one, one-by-one as I awkwardly stand there, waiting for him to say something.