Tom's Tears

|CHAPTER ELEVEN|

Months have gone flying by,

Tom has been properly trained to be working with Red Army. He really wanted to see Tord and give him a ear of shouts. But.. he didn't necessarily felt angry anymore.

Which is odd for the brit, he hates the communist. So why would the months of being away from and his friends change his anger away?

Shaking his head, Tom walked himself into the direction of Tord's office. Facing the man he hasn't seen in a set of months. Awhile.

He really wanted to see Edd and Matt that are still locked in the dungeon, but alas something told him to see Tord first.

But not his head, not his thoughts. But rather his heart. He reached to the office doors.

Since he has been out and about around this base for so long, he knows where everything is located.

Taking a deep breath in his lungs and calmly he exhaled it out. He raised his hand and knocked softly on the door.

"Enter."

The Norwegian's accent spoke which left chills down Tom's spinal cord. He hasn't heard that voice in such a long time.

It was almost sickening from how long it was. He swallowed down the fear and replaced it with anger as he turned open the knob.

He opened the door but all anger left his soul and body as he stood in place. The door fluttering into a shut on its own.

Tord slowly lifted his head. Which made Tom remain still with a goodness of standing in posture.

The horned male wasn't wearing his eyepatch, which revealed the sickening cloudiness of the blindness. The solid gray eye being lifeless and dread.

The red and pink slashes of scars littering the right side of his face all the way down to his neck. His hands folded in a calm - yet - unsettling manner.

The faint blue glow of the robotic hand was just the brightest of dims. Corners of the norsk's lips began to curl upwards once he is greeted with the british man that he has been webbed in capture for the eternity of months.

"Hallo, Thomas." Tord spoke up after a utter silence of heaviness in the air. Tom felt a bead of sweat roll down his face as he balled his fists.

"You have been doing very well with your training, I presume?" Tord asked as he leaned forward in his chair.

His eyes staring daggers into Tom. The small grin resting on the Norwegian's lips as he eyed up towards the brit.

"Yeah, been well." Tom cleared his throat since his voice came out in a slight crack.

Tord nodded a little once he has heard the response that he wanted. "Excellent, Excellent." He pushed himself out of the seat and walked around his desk.

The light of the sun reflected on the Leader's badge as he approached Tom and stood in front.

His head lifted upwards to remain the darkest look towards the digital eyes that are in front of him.

"I see, you have even gotten stronger looking." Tord purred as his arm brushed down Tom's grown arm muscles as he walked around the brit slowly.

A faint blush grew onto Tom's face but he didn't dare say a word. He just listened. That's all his mind was telling him to do right now.

"Very strong." Tord spoke as he cupped Tom's cheek. The cold metal of the robotic hand touching the blushing warmth of the spikey haired brunet's face.

"That's good." Tord sighed as he eyed up at Tom. "But the real question is.."

He stepped back and let's go of Tom's face. He leaned back against the desk with a sinister grin.

"Would you like to see Edd and Matt now?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak, but no word left it. Tord approached him once again, and placed his hands onto the Brit's shoulders.

"Or would you like to stay with me and chat for a moment before we go and see 'em?" Tord offered the other idea.

The one idea he liked much better.

In which, Tom nodded his head. His heart, his feelings were twisted in such a sickly way but he couldn't help it.

"I need a worded answer from you, Thomas." Tord spoke out venomously as he leaned his head close.

"Yes. A chat." Tom responded as he felt some blush rise on his face once more. Why does this keep happening?

The brit was so unsure.
But it felt.. nice.