TordTom OneShots

Lethal [Gore]

Requested!! I liked the idea a lot honestly..
sorry it's a little short though (◞╭╮◟")

CONTENT WARNING : some graphic descriptions of injury/gore
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It's no secret that they love each other dearly, but no couple are immune to arguments. Being thrown into such a dangerous situation while tension is still settling didn't help one bit either. 

Tord and Tom sat in the middle of a shoot out between The Red Army and some rebellions who tried to push into their territory. It was terrible timing as previously mentioned, the two had had a heated fight over something rather irrelevant. Not that they could remember what it was about or who started it, they were still fuming. 

Aiming directly at an enemy, Tom pulled the trigger of his pistol and shot the man. In a way it released some of his stress but terrified him at the same time. He hated these moments more than anything when it came to his job. Life seemed almost insignificant to him at this point, having taken so many through the years. They dropped like flies to his own hands.

Oh god.

He was losing his train of thought, becoming distracted by his own lethality. Tom wondered if there'd be a day where he'd do the exact same thing to Tord. Would he ever put a gun to his head and kill him? With where his life was going, it was possible. Especially if he's finding some sick sense of relief in killing these other people.

A bullet flew right past Tom's face in that moment, paralyzing him in fear. It grazed his cheek and began to burn and slightly bleed. He couldn't gather his thoughts in that moment as he stared at the man who pointed a gun to his face, only a few feet away. Their eyes locked and Tom dropped his own weapon, almost as a surrender. He closed his eyes preparing for the worst. 

Another gunshot rang through his skull followed by a heavy mass dropping. Tom peeled his eyes open slowly and stared ahead. A body slumped on the ground in front of him, blood pooling under the head quickly as their face was barely intact. Some of the fallout of the man's brain shot out towards Tom, landing at his feet. 

Tord stood behind the body visibly breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down rapidly. He put his gun back into his holster and ran straight to Tom, engulfing him in a tight hug. They stood there together for what felt like forever. Both feared losing the other if they were to let go. 

"Don't.... don't you ever do that again.." Tord whispered, combing his fingers through Tom's messy hair. Tom could only nod in agreement and understanding. 

The two pulled away, staring at one another and cracking small, heartfelt smiles. Tord's hand moved to Tom's cheek, rubbing the wound with his thumb gently, lovingly, before squishing his face in his grip--making sure not to harm Tom in the process. "Seriously, that was way too close. I can't always be your knight in shining armor." Tord insisted. 

Laughing softly, holding back a snort, "Knight in shining armor?" Tom humored. "What world are we living in?" His comments were slightly compromised by Tord's hold on his face, coming out kind of slurred. They both shared small chuckles and they went in for another sweet embrace. But Tord couldn't help but stay worried to some extent. 

"Are you okay?" Tord questioned, just to be sure. A pang of anxiety still held his breath tightly in his chest, only slightly releasing when Tom nodded and gave a tight squeeze in response. 

"Are... we okay?" 

Tom turned to look up at Tord again, blinking a few times to take in what he asked. His hands found their way to either side of the Norwegian's face, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Of course." He purred sweetly. "My knight in shining armor.."

"Okay now, don't wear it out." The two swayed side to side together, sharing small comments and jokes. As well as some little, loving kisses here and there.

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I am sooo tired right now while writing this up. Please, this is like the one time where I'm not gonna proof read so correct me on anything I messed up!