we meet again (tomtord fanfic)

why me of all people?

Edd hugged Tord, telling him anything reassuring that he could.

It's ok.
We forgive you.
We still love you.

It went silent after a bit, which was soon broken by Matt.

"So Tord, how about you stay with me? We'll have pillow fights, paint our nails-" he gasped, "and talk about girls!"

Tord didn't know what was scarier; he fact that Matt wanted to share a room with him, or that he was dead serious about all the things he'd listed.

"I think I'll just stay with Edd..." Tord started, a bit quiet and unsure. He'd be fine so long as he didnt have to go through matt's roommate fantasies.

"Sorry bud, as much as I'd love to bunk with you, uh..." Edd trailed off, not continuing the thought. Though it wasn't said, Tord knew what he meant.

I dont fully trust you yet.

So you're not living in my house, but maybe....." Edd trailed off again, throwing glances at Tom then back to Tord.

It didn't take them long to get the point, and both respond accordingly.

"Hell no!" They both jumped, yelling this simotaniously. They turned to each other next? Ready to fight each other if it proved to Edd that they would be terrible roomies.

Tom most definitely did not want Tord in his house. In fact, he wanted a restraining order.

This file hereby states any communists wearing red hoodies that walk within fifty yards of Tom's house get impaled with a harpoon.

He very much did not want this guy in his house, no way no how. This wasn't debatable, Tord is not going to set foot in his home.

"pleeeaaaase?" Edd pleaded? desperately wanting Tord to live with them again somehow. "I'll buy you more Smirnoff!"

Well I mean, he is running low on alcohal. And money. He kinda needs both, really.

Damn it.

Tom finally (begrudgingly) agreed, promting Tord to curse in Norwegian. To nobody's surprise, Tom didn't give a flying fuck.

"Come on, commie." Tom growled out, sounding harsher than he intended. Once again, he didn't care. He led Tord off, not looking towards him or anyone else.
                          

//time skip brought to u by the   cringey eddsworld fandom//

It's been a week or two, and by now Tord has made himself comfortable. He sleeps on the couch, since Tom doesn't have a spare room (he also doesn't have a spare fuck to give, since he hasn't put any effort towards getting Tord an actual bed).

Then one day tom woke up a bit earlier than he wanted.

"3am?!" He yelled angrily, eyeing the alarm clock with disdain. He let out a loud sigh, pushing himself out of bed to get water or coffee. Maybe even a beer. Any of them seemed good at this point. He left his room to see Tord dozing on the couch. Of course he was still asleep, the lucky little shit.

He was curled up in his hoodie and a thin blanket, using the armrest as a pillow. A little bit of drool pooled under his slightly-open mouth.

"Cute." tom mumbled to himself, shrugging and continuing on his search for a beverage. He hummed lazily and yawned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the closest alcoholic beverage. He took a sip, then promptly spit it out on the counter.

Did he just call Tord, he destroyer of their life and home, cute? Tom stared wide-eyed at his drink, as if it could read his thoughts and give him an answer.

"Maybe it's cuz of this..." he answered his thoughts for himself, tilting the beer a bit. He walked off to his room, not giving Tord another glance.

He blamed it on the beer, but the funny thing is, he didn't have any of it yet.

(Hey guys guess whos alive and isnt dead :D but im sorry its been so long since an update I honestly forgot about this for a bit till my friend started screaming at me to update it sooooo still sorry and I will try to update more frequently see ya in the next chapter my dudes! ☆♡☆)