Tomtord Oneshots

Angsty ahh shit 💀

Heyyy guys so I know it's been hella long buTTTT I'm gonna write a bit more here cause my life gave me inspiration‼️ (This was written a bit ago but it's whatever I'm feeding y'all🙁)
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Tord hasn't been doing great. Hes been distant, annoyed, tired. Things haven't been going well. Tom had his fair share of problems. The two pushed each other away whenever they had a fight, leading to arguments on who was right and who was wrong. It was a blame game. Back and forth. Today was the no different.
"All I was saying was- Well maybe if you tried therapy it'd help!"
"Oh like it has for YOU? You're always drinking your problems away."

"And you're stoned HALF THE TIME! I can't even get close to you anymore cause that disgusting smell is on your clothes!" They Were walking up the stairs, groceries in hand.

The two started to argue at the store. Tord opened the door and held it so Tom could head inside.

"When was the last time you went to therapy wise guy?" Tord said, letting the door slam.

"Oh break the door will ya? It doesn't matter what I do!"

"It fucking does! You're a hypocrite!"
"And you're not any better!"

Tom slammed the groceries on the Counter.
Tord sighed and looked away.
"Maybe we should've stayed friends."
"Excuse me?.."
Tords gaze pierced the back of toms head.
"Tord i just- You're Sick Tord. You're sick and you need help. You know that."
"What does that have to do with US?"
"Is there really an 'us' in this tord? We..Yknow, we might not be able to work out after all. You're such a stranger. We barely even talk. I hardly know you anymore. Maybe I never knew you at all."
"Are you sayin what I'm thinking you're saying? If you are just spit it ou-"
"Enough, tord. I'm goin in the room." Tom muttered, walking off before tord could utter a word.

The Norwegian scowled. He started to put things away, not needing toms help. He was mad. But not at Tom. At himself. As he angrily mumbled things, he carelessly grabbed things. 

He knocked his arm into A glass jar. Not realizing until it was too late, the jar fell. shattered pieces of glass mixed in with grape jam spilt onto the floor. Tord angrily huffed, picking up the bigger pieces.

He swept up what he couldn't pick up. A piece of the glass fell under the fridge. "God damn IT." He wanted to scream. Instead, he bent to grab it.

expecting a piece of glass, he pulled out a photo. His eyes widened. "..oh." He mumbled.

It wasn't anything shitty. It was actually just a photo of him and Tom. Tears accompanied the the photo, as the Norwegian studied it. He seemed to be mourning the remembrance of his relationship.
How long has it been since they talked to each other face to face without blaming each other? Everything was an argument. Tom would complain, tord would deflect any problems he had, they'd yell, then they'd go to bed. It was a vicious cycle. They didn't face each other unless it was fighting.

Tord tried to remember the last time Tom and him had a genuine conversation. It'd been a year of them dating. They were brand new people in the same old bodies.

Problems could bring two people together as much as it can yank them apart. No matter the excuses tord pulled out of his ass for not going to therapy for these problems, the accusations he hurled at Tom, and the eerie silence in the house after a fight, he was stuck in a rut.

How could he fix this? He wanted to. He didn't want to just let Tom go. On the other hand, he didn't know what he wanted. Tom was an amazing person with problems, and he couldn't fix them for tom.

He hardly knew tom. And tom hardly knew tord. As much as he loved him, tom was now a stranger in his house. Was this even his house? The more tord thought, the more he sobbed. It hurt to think.

Sniffling was the only noise from the kitchen that could be heard. It scared him to hear himself echo through the house.

His head hurt. He put the photo down. "Maybe we should've stayed friends." Those words rang in his head. He loved Tom. Tom knew that. But tord overthank the more he backtracked their relationship. He stood there for a good hour.

Tom came out. "I'm goin to the bar with a few friends. Don't wait up. Not like you do anymore I just-" Tom looked over at the kitchen. "Tord? You there?"
"I'm here." He mumbled. "Have fun Tom. I love you." The words that were so carelessly thrown around. 'I love you' turned into 'love you', which turned into nothing. Silence.

Tom shifted "are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. I love you." He waited to desperately hear it back. If Tom said it back, they had a chance. There was silence. Until..

The click of the door opening and closing covered that. White noise flooded The Norwegians ears.