TomTord Oneshots

Blackrom

(So... from what I understand, 'Blackrom' is the Homestuck fandom's way of saying 'hate love'. If that's wrong, please correct me, for I know little or nothing about Homestuck. Also, this was requested by Demquas.

Hope it's not too bad!)

   Tord growled at his enemy, as the Brit stormed off. They had just finished fighting, if you're wondering. Over what, Tord had forgotten. It started out ok and normal until the two just started spewing hate comments at one another. The norski stormed up the house's stairs to his room and slammed the door shut, flopping onto his bed.

   He hated Tom. Hated him with all of his heart and soul. He wanted nothing more than to strange the Brit with his own hands. He had caused him so much pain, that most feelings, except for two, were numbed towards Tom. Those two feelings contradicted eachother, and Tord hated that.
   He loved him, but hated him.
  Sure, he wanted Thomas dead in a ditch. But, he also wanted Tom to snuggle up with him. To relax around the norski for once. To say 'I love you' instead of 'I hate your guts'. By nothing could change that.

   The next day, the two were up early and fighting again. Tord didn't remember what it was exactly over, but he knew that Edd and Matt were asleep still and couldn't come downstairs to break it up. So this fight got violent quickly. 
   Tom slung a punch aimed at Tord's face, but the norski dodged. He then threw his own punch as Tom dodged it as well. As the two basically started boxing in the kitchen, Tord decided to make a quick move to finish this battle off, for he didn't wish to get the shit kicked out of him.

   As Tord dodged another attack, he slammed Tom into a nearby wall and grabbed the front of his hoodie, raising his fist. Tom flinched away, expecting to feel Tord's fist probably knock one of his teeth loose, but it never came. Tom opened one eye slightly to see his enemy staying in that position; frozen.
   Tord growled at himself mentally. His mood had changed in a matter of seconds once he realized what he was doing. He didn't want to punch Tom, for once. He dropped his fist, but didn't let the smaller male go.

   Just as Tom opened his mouth to retort something at the communist, Tord pushed him against the wall again and slammed his lips into Tom's. The Jehovah's Witness was so shocked, in fact, that he didn't kiss back. Tord pulled away after a few moments and dropped Tom before walking off, back up to his room. This left a very confused and very flustered Tom wondering as to what the fuck just happened.

(IM SORRY IT WAS SHORT! I didn't have much to work off of...)