Tord x Reader - Too Cute To Kill (DISCONTINUED) ;c

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"Have to admit, you have a nice singing voice," He comments, causing your face to flush in embarrassment. But that didn't let your guard down. Without thinking, you uppercut Tord in the jaw, causing him to stagger backwards and fall. He spits out blood and wipes his mouth in response. "I can tell someone's mad." You scowl at him, "You better be damn lucky I'm relieved you're not dead. If not I'd probably kill you right now. What the hell are you doing in my house?" You ask coldly, teeth gritting and fists clenching. "Aw, you still have feelings for me?" He teases. You grab him by the hoodie strings, and stared into his soul. The corners of your vision blurring red for a second. "Listen, I don't have time for your fucking games. Either tell me what you want or get out." That's when his eyes start widening and he throws his arms up in the air. "OKAY, WHOA CALM DOWN LADY. I JUST WANT TO APOLOGIZE." ...Apologize? You let him go and let him drop to the ground, you stare down at him. "You want to apologize..?" He dusts his pants. "Ugh, yes," He throws his arms up, "I know you won't ever forgive me for what I've done and how I stabbed you in the back multiple times, but I'm sorry. I just want to try to change. I'm fully aware of what I did was wrong, and.." He stares down at his injured and untouched hand. Then you notice his shoulders, starting to violently shake. You noticed tears starting to form. "I-I felt so overwhelmed with power, I couldn't c-control myself.." The tears started strolling down his cheeks. "I'm not looking for forgiveness.. I just want to change.. I just.. w-want.." You shut him up by putting your hands on his shoulders. Tord now looks confused and slightly comforted. You then raise one finger up to his lips. "...I forgive you, you jerk," You finally say, then flick his nose.  He snorts and slightly smiles in response, but the emotion in his eyes fade to dead as he grips your hands and falls forward. You catch him and gently lay him on the floor. "Tord?!" You check for a pulse and thankfully, there is one. But he's out cold. You lightly shake, at least attempting to get some reaction. Nothing. You sigh, dragging his body and lifting him up onto the couch. "Damn, he's not as heavy as he looks," You grunt to yourself. God, this can't possibly be happening. Sure, you were glad that he wasn't dead, But his appearance was just so..sudden. You sigh, muttering to yourself while grabbing a first-aid kit from a closet.

----An hour later----

You just finished replacing the blood-soaked bandages  on his right eye and arm. It was cute how he mumbled in his sleep. God, why even bother to think that?! You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought. But it stayed with you, and you slightly blushed.