we meet again (tomtord fanfic)

Old Friends part 2

"Hello, old friend." tord said with a grin. Tord was facing tom in a way that his right side- the one that was horribly- mangled wasn't visible to Tom.

"N-no it can't be... you... y-you're... you died in the crash! I saw it!" Tom stuttered out, frightened, scared that his imagination was taunting him in a sick and cruel way.

"Or did I?" Tom spoke to himself now, realising that he never did check if he had survived or not.

Tord chucked and spoke once more, Norwegian accent thick on his tongue.

"I'm not dead yet, Tom. did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" Tord was obviously playing around with Tom, probably to lighten the mood.

Tom snapped back into reality when he heard tord laugh.

Damn it, his laugh is kinda cute.

No. No no no, don't think about him like that, he's quite literally your worst enemy.

Worst enemy with a cute laugh.

Fuck.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts, realizing that Edd and Matt would be here any minute.

Every year that passes, they come back to what remains of the house on the anniversary of the 'Incident' as a way to remember all the memories they had there.

Sometimes they'll find Eduardo there, accompanied by Mark. It's a reminder that the Edd household isnt the only one that lost something that day.

They always have a small picnic in front of the ruins of both houses, most likely as a way to make light of a dark day. That's what Tom thinks, anyways. Both Edd and Matt agreed that it's for fun.

Tom had surprisingly started this tradition, though. He meant for it to be a way to mourn Susan (that's what he told the others, anyways), but soon  Edd pointed out that their entire house kind of was destroyed, so they dedicated it to that too.

Sometimes Edd would bring up Tord, though. Tom didn't like when he brought him up.

Tom had tried to forget Tord. It was easier that way. Who's worth remembering for destroying everything dear to you?

Of course, Edd never thought that way. He always felt that one day Tord would redeem himself, even after all he's done. After all, he was their l friend for many years, nobody can just forget that.

After a bit, Edd and Matt arrived to see Tom about to kill Tord again. Right now he had the communist fuck in a choke-hold, lifting him off the ground.

"Tom, what are you doing?"

Tom stopped apon hearing Edd's voice, causing him to drop Tord.

"Ow." the red hoodied male rubbed his head, glaring daggers at the eyeless shit who decided to drop him on the ground.

"Todd!" Matt greeted Tord with a smile, before remembering that 'Todd'  had punched him and destroyed their house. This caused him to back up a bit.

"actully, it's-" he was cut off by Edd, who ran over to help him up before he started his rant.

"Tord, you're alive?! How?! We saw the crash, we...we thought you were gone." Edd stopped to gaze sadly at Tord before suddenly being pushed back by Tom.

"I dont trust this asshole. I mean, look at him! He made it out of that damn crash without a scratch on him! " Tom spoke, voice seeming to raise in volume at every word.

"Dont you think before you speak, old friend?" Tord then replied, voice turning darker; morbid, even. He was still at an angle where the three friends couldn't see the other half of him. After all, a good majority of his face was bandaged.

"Of course, why would you ask me that?" Tom questioned him, clearly still angry about a certain commie's return from the dead.

"I mean, look at you. not a single scar."

Something glinted in Tord's eye; hatred? Sorrow?

Whatever it was, it unsettled them all. Which, apparently, they were rigt to be wary, because Tord reached up to his face.

And ripped off the bandages.

It was very clear that he in fact didn't  make it out unharmed. In fact, he was the most hurt out of the four.

Scars covered the right of his face, a strange contrast to the left. It seemed his right eye was rendered useless.

He pulled an eyepatch out of his pocket, and that's when Tom spotted the glint of metal on Tord's right hand.

A prosthetic. Tord had lost his arm.

Tom then felt a pang of guilt; sure, he hated this guy's guts as of now, but the rant about him having 'no injuries' just seemed insensitive.

"Tord... are you ok?" edd asked cautiously, reaching out with shaky hands.

"Does it still hurt?" Matt then questioned, forcing up enough bravery to take a few steps closer.

"I'm fine now, Edd. Good thing you and Matt here were around to save me from Jehovah's witness over there." tord replied, looking off to the side at the guy who shot him with an actual god damn spear.

Tom bitterly muttered "commie" under his breath, but said nothing more.

"You tried to kill us!" Was Edd's response.

"You blew up my- er, our stuff!" Was Matt's.

"Well, in my defense, I was mostly aiming at him." Tord shrugged, pointing his thumb at the angry man-child, who was now kicking rocks and mumbling about how he should've 'aimed his spear more towards the center of the head'.

Matt and Edd stared, blank expressions. Was that better, them being targeted or just Tom? Tom was their friend after all.

Tord realized this, and put on a nervous smile.

"Hey, I was only joking!" He held out his arms; one metal, one flesh.

"Group hug?" The communist dick-face asked, smile calmer now.

This time when Matt and Edd ran to Tord, nobody stopped them.

(Hey this one is a bit better cuz i had my sis who is a fic master help revise it so yea hope u had a gr8 time reading and I'll come out with the next part as soon as possible)

(Side note; hey, Ender here!! I beta'd this fic for my lil sis here, who's got a gr8 story goin on so far!! If you wanna give me a follow, I don't have wattpad anymore, but my ao3 is EnderFox!! Thanks for reading, guys!!)