TomTord Oneshots

Domestic AU

(Not requested by anyone, just wanted to do it by myself. If you don't know what the domestic AU is, basically nothing bad happens like in the show and the four barely know eachother. Edd runs an art store, Matt is a gardener, Tom is a bartender who plays in a band, and Tord is a mechanic who also sells weapons on the side, like guns.)

Tord pushed open the door to the bar and stepped in, his face displaying a frown. He was tired and sick of the day, so he thought he might as well drink it away. The norski took a seat at the bar and propped his head up on his elbow, rested on the table.
"Hey there. Haven't seen you here before." A deep voice said and Tord looked up from the table and to the bartender, standing right in front of him. He had a blue uniform on with brown spiked hair and strange black eyes.
"Yeah... first time coming here." Tord spoke. "Can I have a martini, please?" The bartender nodded and grabbed a few things behind him before he started to make the drink.
"Are you from around here?"
"Yeah.... I run a mechanic shop down the street."
"Oh yeah, I've heard people talk about you before. Tord, right?"
"Yeah. What's your name, then, since you know mine?"
"Thomas. Call me Tom."
"Heh... alright." Tom gave Tord the drink, to which the norski quickly drank. "Actually, I'll take a few shots of vodka, too." Tom just nodded and started to pour his drinks.

After a few hours of just Tord endlessly drinking more and more alcohol how, he finally stopped when the world started spinning around him. Tord had to squint to see straight. Tom walked over to him with a worried look.
"You look drunk off your ass."
"Heh.... maybe I am." Tord slurred and hiccuped.
"I know that pain. Hold up." Tom called someone from the back and told them to take on his job, to which the worker agreed. Tom walked out from behind the bar and walked over to Tord.
"Man, you're short." Tord hiccuped and laughed. "And cute, up close." Tom blushed softly and rolled his eyes slightly.
"Yeah, I'm short. Anyways, do you have anyone to call and pick you up?"
"Uhhhhh...." Tord spaced out for a few moments before pulling out his phone and looking through his contacts. "..... yeah." He dialed a number quickly and waited for his friend to pick up.

"Hello?" Tom heard the voice and felt like he had heard it before.
"Edd?" Tord paused to hiccup. "Can you pick me up? I'm at the bar. The cutie bartender wants me to get a ride home." The voice on the other end sighed.
"Fine... I'll be there in a few minutes. Try not to fuck anything up."
"Alright!" Tord then hung up and hiccuped again, looking at Tom.
"Welp, seems like my job is done." The Brit stated and turned to go back to his station before Tord grabbed the back of his shirt and spun him around to face him again. Tom looked at the norski confused before he slammed his lips into his in a short kiss. Tord instantly pulled back and grinned with his eyes half lidded. He then got up, trying not to stumble, before grabbing something from his pocket. It seemed to be a notepad and a pen. He jotted something down and ripped the piece of paper off before putting it and a twenty dollar tip on the table. Tom looked at him, kind of snapped out of the world, before Tord waved him goodbye and stumbled out of the door.

Tom shook his head to clear it quickly and grabbed the piece of paper, reading it. It had Tord's signature and a phone number on it with the words 'call me' at the bottom of it.

The Brit instantly made a mental note to call Tord the next day, since it was the weekend.

(Hope is wasn't bad.... I'm not good at writing about this au. And sorry if there were mistakes. It was kind of rushed.)