Blue as Bruises, Red as Blood (TomTord)

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Two months passed since the foreigner moved into the house. He learned a bit more English everyday, Tom as his mentor. Tord had easily fit in with the rest of the guys he lived with. He had decided to permanently move into the house, which everyone was fine with. He had become close to Matt and Edd, but even closer to Tom.

"Goodnight everyone," Edd announced as he walked to his room. The four were originally watching Zombie Pirates from Hell Part 4, but Matt was the first one to go to bed. Tom watched the movie as it was close to ending. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. The bright screen blinded Tom for a few seconds as it flashed on. 12:04.

"Hey, Tord," The Norwegian looked from the tv to Tom. His facial expression showed how much he enjoyed the movie. He looked surprisingly interested in it. "It's getting late. We should probably go to bed now."

"Alright, friend." Tord responded tiredly, his accent thick. They both got up from the couch, walking to their rooms. The entire house was dark. Tord walked into his room, instantly going to his bed. He slipped under the covers and cuddled next to his pillow. It didn't take long before he fell into a deep sleep.

"Lille kjerring!" (Little bitch!) Paul screamed. He had just found out about Tord's plan to move to England. He didn't want to work for the Red Team anymore. Paul believed that he had betrayed the team. He held a beer bottle in one hand, smashing it against the table to reveal the spiked glass. He held it against the Norwegian's throat. Tord could see Patryck in the background, completely frozen in shock as Paul suddenly snapped. Tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. "Jeg beklager..." (I'm sorry...) Tord whimpered slightly. Paul inched dangerously to his face. "Faen ta deg..." (Fuck you...) He pushed the bottle into his throat. Tord gasped for air as the glass penetrated his skin. His vision quickly blackened.

Tord was sitting up within a second of waking up. He gasped for air, as if the bottle was still in his neck. After a few seconds, he realized he was safe in his room. Tears began to stream down his face as he loudly sobbed in fear. He couldn't get the scene out of his head. The Norwegian curled up in a ball, his face buried in his covers. Roughly a minute passed before the door creaked open. Tord jumped in surprise to see Tom quickly walking over to him.

"Tord!" Tom whispered loudly, but trying not to wake the others. Tord looked up. He was a shaking, sweating mess. "What happened?" It took Tord a few moments to respond, but he eventually pointed to his neck. He could still mentally feel the glass against his skin. Tom got closer, examining it. Tord felt his warm breath on his neck, and he suddenly felt a wave of comfort flow through his body. "Nothing's there, did something bite you?" Tord hesitantly shook his head. "W-what do y-you call it in English...?" Tord asked, trying to remember, although he was hard to understand because he was crying and his accent was still very bold. "A bug?" Tom asked, still thinking something bit him. Tord shook his head again. Tom thought for a moment. "A dream?"

"A nightmare." Tord's voice shook. Tom sat on the Norski's bed. He put his hand on Tord's shoulder. Tord looked at him. They looked into each other's eyes. "You know what's good about nightmares?" Tom asked him. Tord gave him a confused glare. "Nothing." He responded. Tom giggled. "No, the good thing is that they aren't real. Whatever happened in your nightmare probably never happened. Nor will it ever happen. You're probably just stressed out about something and it's bothering you." Tord looked down. Then he nodded in agreement. "Yes... It is not real... It never happened..." He said with a slight grin. Tom nudged his shoulder. "That's the spirit! Here," Tom got up and handed him his pillow and a blanket. "Come sleep in my room for tonight." Tord nodded and took Tom's findings.

He followed Tom though the dark house to his room. He realized he had never actually been in Tom's room before. He usually didn't like people in his room, he didn't like risking people messing with his stuff. Tom put a blanket on the floor. Tord laid on top of the blanket while he used his blanket for covering himself. He rested his head on his pillow while Tom climbed back into his bed.

"Goodnight, Norski."

"God natt, Tom." (Good night, Tom.)

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Sorry for not updating in a while. I'll be updating whenever I can. All apologies for anything not said right in Norwegian, especially the part when Tord told Tom "god natt." I'm not sure if that's accurate, but I went to three different websites and they all said it was god natt. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I promise for a little "action" between Tom and Tord in a few chapters ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)