Tord was sitting on the couch when Tom came in.
"TORD?!"
Tord winced, "I'm right here."
"Oh, sorry. I may have agreed to something...", Tom trailed off, figuring with his coat.
Tord sighed, "What now?"
"Uh, a friend asked me to take care of his chicken...It's a baby chicken...", Tom pulled out a fluffy yellow chirping ball from inside of his coat.
Tord's eyes widened and he looked at Tom, "I'm not gonna get made at you. But only because OHMYGOSHTHATISTHECUTESTTHINGINTHEWORLD!!!"
Tord scampered over and took the chick, squeeing as it chirped and looked up at him. Tom went back outside, presumably to his car, and came back with feed, a piece of paper, and a cage.
"He needs to be protected.", Tord stated, the chick running in circles in front of him.
Tom laughed and started setting everything up, giggling at the adorable noises both Tord and the chicken made. Soon enough he was finished, a heat lamp positioned over top, and a nest of blankets and newspaper underneath, with more newspaper lining the bottom.
Tom flopped down on the couch, where Tord was lying, the chicken asleep in the crook of his armpit.
"What's his name?", Tord asked.
Tom sighed, "He doesn't have one, he's gonna be a food chicken, they wanted me to keep him until he grew up, so that they didn't have to worry about another rooster in the hen house."
"NO! He shall not be eaten!", Tord exclaimed, the chicken stirring in its sleep.
Tom softened, "I'll see what I can do. Mother hen."
"Call me what you want, I'm gonna name him...Sven.", Tord grinned.
Tom chuckled, "Welcome to our weird family Sven."
(I'm sorry, the egg gave me weird inspiration. Kill me plz.)
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AcakA Tom/Tord book of one-shots, will probably include Edd/Matt as well, I will put a warning for smut at the beginning for you squeamish or innocent folk, don't worry!
