we meet again (tomtord fanfic)

adorable idiot

"Seriously, Tord?" Tom spoke with hate as he saw the red clad male spread across the couch, dead asleep.

it was 12:00pm and Tom just rose from bed, expecting the man who always woke up at the crack of dawn to leave to somewhere secretly, to only get back at 12:00pm usally sometimes later than that. He would always be sure to wake up Tom by banging on his door, then running away laughing his ass off as Tom screamed at him.

Tom put these 'wonderful' memories away and pushed tord off the couch.

"The fuck, dude!" Tord yelled sleepily as he rose, wanting nothing more than to strangle the red-hooded male.

"I could say the same, mr. Wake Up At 5am and Wake Me Up Too, I thought you always woke up early?" Tom spat back, adding a hint of a question at the end.

"I did that because- one: I loved annoying you and two: I usually had work that started early." He shot back, rubbing his eye to wake up a bit.

Little did the little Norwegian fuck know how cute that action was.

Tom couldn't stop himself from staring at Tord a bit; he wanted to get a better look at him, even though it had been weeks with his asshole in his home. he usally didn't want to look at him, still just a bit weirded out from the loss of an eye and an arm.

He really shouldn't be, though, considering his eyes are literally two black holes on his face.

Last time he'd seen this guy, he was donned in the same hoodie, but also a hat (that he'd learned to hate) and a voltron-wannabe robot.

He'd thought to himself about this for a second, taking it in now that he'd been the cause of the two major differences- the arm and the eye.

He'd shot the harpoon. He'd crashed Tord's robot.

Tom didn't regret it- he'd saved lives, after all- but looking at the man that sat on front of him now, it just didn't feel right.

Why did it feel wrong now?

Alright Tom, time to get outta La La land, you've got a parasite- ahem- guest to deal with.

Tom snapped out of his trance to see the Norwigen fuck he had just referred to staring back at him, probably taking in his appearance too. Tom hadn't changed that much actully.

He had one small scar on his cheek from the incident that only few people would see, but that was all.

he used to have a brace on his arm,  but that was nothing compared to Tords arm, like he was beat by a land slide in that category.

He still stunk of alcohol and regret like always, and had another small scar above his eye brow.

those were his differences from the last time the bastered siting in frount of him had seen him

But just staring into his eyes made him... happy? Like he had just sat next to his crush in class

Tord was off of the ground leaning on the couch, inches away from each other, it was a perfect moment... tom went for it and leaned in to meet tords lips....

(Waz up! Author here with new /sorta rushed/ chapter! Yay! Woohoo! Not dead! Yep thats all hope u like cliff hangers and see you in the next chapter my dudes!)