Tomtord ♡

My arm, you degenerate

Tord walked down the stairs, holding his arm in his good hand. He looked over it and felt a sudden rush of emotions. Pain, hurt, happiness... everything he had felt since the whole giant robot thing.
He clutched it tighter, as though that would make it disappear forever. For a moment, he put all of his energy into moving an arm that wasn't there before a few stray tears began to stream down his face.
He couldn't be crying...he hadn't cried in so long, but he had to admit,it felt good... other then only being able to cry out of his good eye.
Tord was fixing to let out a sob when he felt arms wrap around his stomach and yank him backwards. He acted out of fear as he turned and almost. ALMOST. He almost hit Tom right in the groin. Now Tord may have built a giant murder machine, but a kick to the balls was a death wish.
"DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME YOU COMMIE BASTARD!" Tom yelled, stomping his feet and glaring at Tord.
As much as Tord wanted to make a witty reply, he also wanted to savor this sweet little mood swing.
After a minute, Tord realized he was staring when Tom yelled again "ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"
At this point, Tord was starting to get annoyed with Tom, he was yelling more then usual.
"Shut it you brat" Tord grumbled kind of half heartedly.
"I'M NOT A BRAT!!"Tom screeched as he smacked Tord across the face.
Tord was about ready to make another attempt on toms life when   he saw Edd and Matt watching the two with worried eyes. Toms life would be spared today, but his dignity would not. Not on Tords watch.
Tord smiled at his friend before dragging tom up the stairs by his hood, a small glint in his eyes. Tom would regret this day.
The second Tord got Tom into a room, he slammed the door and shoved him onto the bed, which slightly alarmed the drunken Tom.
"You are fixing to eat your fucking words, brat" Tord growled out, pushing toms hands down on the bed roughly.