I Love You, Too~ (TomTord One-Shots)

The Broken Elevator

Tom scowled, glaring at Tord. "Tell me why we're here again?"

Tord rolled his eyes and replied, "Matt and Edd wanted to come to this hotel, okay? They wanted to go on vacation."

"Ugh," Tom huffed, crossing his arms.

They entered the elevator and clicked on the button to the 10th floor. It slowly rose up, and after a couple of moments started shaking. Then it completely stopped and the lights dimmed. "What happened!?" Tom asked, eyes widening.

"Uhh... I think the elevator broke down," Tord guessed, walking over and pressing the alarm button.

There was static noise. Then, a lady's voice came from a speaker. "Hello, this is a receptionist, is there anything wrong?" She asked.

"Oh, no, not at all... except for the fact that im stUCK IN AN ELEVATOR WITH AN IDIOT!" Tom raised his voice, eyes flashing ghostly white.

"Um..." she was quiet for a moment. "Okay, i'll send someone to see whats wrong."

Silence.

"Ok, well it seems--"

"JUST GET US OUT!"

"O-Okay, im sorry, sir, but it looks like you'll be there for a while.."

"How long?" Tord asked politely.

"About an hour and a half," she said.

"Okay, thanks," he said and she hung up.

"GET ME OUT!" Tom screamed, banging on the door and kicking the walls.

Tord grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer, ignoring his protests and struggles to escape. "Shut up," he whispered with a tone that could scare twenty of Hitler's soldiers. "Unless you want your dead body on the floor in less than 60 seconds, you better stop acting like a five year old and close your damn mouth."

Tom immediately stopped talking, eyes narrowed. "Let me go, then," he spat.

"Fine."

He leaped out of Tord's arms and started banging on the doors again. "TOM STOP IT!"

Tord yelled curses in Norwegian and pinned him against a wall. He gave Tom literally no space to move and made their noses touch, taunting the other male. "S-Stop..." Tom whimpered as Tord started to move his hand down to his pants. "Im serious, commie, I... ngh~"

Tord smirked and got off of him, eyes flashing mischievously. He leaned against a wall, eyeing the other up and down with a judging gaze.

"Seriously!?" Tom yelled, blushing. "You're just gonna--" His voice wavered. "You're just gonna leave me hanging!?" Then his voice cracked and he fell to his knees. He began to sob and hid his face in his hands.

"T-... Tom?" Tord rushed to his side and crouched beside him. "Im sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry! I didn't know... Why are you crying?"

Tom's shoulders stopped shaking, and his crying turned to laughter. Then, he looked up and Tord realized he wasn't crying at all. He grabbed the other by the neck of his red hoodie and kissed him. Tom pushed him to the ground and put his hand up his shirt, earning a moan.

"Tom...~"

"Yes, *hic*, norski?"

"I love you."

Tom pressed his lips harder against the Norwegian man's soft ones and let out a small groan. Tord pushed Tom off of him and stood up, brushing himself off. Yep, he was right. Tom was drunk. He didn't even realize it, but the blue-hooded man had a bottle of Smirnoff in his pocket and drank it when Tord wasn't looking.

Tom hiccupped and smiled lazily. "Heheh... F-F*** me!" He giggled, standing up and trying to balance. He staggered over to him, tripped, and fell.

Luckily, Tord caught him and gently set him down. "Just rest here," he murmured. "Go to sleep."

"Eheh..." Tom laughed at nothing and blinked slowly. "Hehehehehh... *hic* I..." He tapped Tord's nose. "Y-You're hhhhot~"

Tord rolled his eyes and kissed him on his nose. "Even when you're drunk and im stuck in an elevator with you," he grinned, "i still love you."