TomTord Oneshots

Storms and fluff

(Tom has astraphobia, aka the fear of thunderstorms. This takes place in an AU where Tord came back and Tom didn't storm off. Instead, they just room together, reluctantly.)

Tord stared at the wall as another boom of thunder was heard outside. It was dark in the room, and the window was closed, but you could hear the violent storm outside. He rolled over and looked at the bed across the room where Tom slept. A bolt of lightning lit the room up for a moment, followed by a roll of thunder, and Tord stared into the darkness, looking confused. He saw a curled up ball under the blanket. When the thunder boomed overhead, the ball shook.
   "Tom? Are you ok?" He asked into the dark.
   ".... yeah, I am, commie. Why?"
   "I can see you shaking."
   "I'm not shaki-" he was cut off by another boom of thunder, making him squeak. Tord looked at him confused as he sat up.
   "Are you... scared of storms?"
   "What if I am?!" Tom screeched at him, another flash of lighting lit the room up, making Tom bolt up in his bed, his eyes white.
   "It's nothing bad. I just don't want you being scared."
   "That's a first." Tom's eyes turned back to black and he seemed to look over to Tord. "You never care."
   "Well, I do for once." He smiled gently at the Brit. Tom stayed silent for a before shuffling was heard and Tom got up. He made his way over to Tord's bed and sat on the end as Tord watched him. The two stayed silent until another flash of lightning hit and a squeak was heard from Tom as thunder came around. He curled up into a ball as Tord gave him a look of pity. He moved over to the wall and patted the area next to him. Tom slowly moved over to it and just sat there. Tord noticed, faintly in the dark, his cheeks were burning red. Tord blushed a little bit himself and chuckled. Again, silence hit the two until more thunder sounded and Tom curled up next to Tord, hugging him. The norski looked at his enemy with a confused look before slowly laying back down with Tom hugging him. He wrapped an arm around the smaller Brit, who seemed to relax against his touch.

   Tord smiled and faced Tom on his side as he pulled him closer. He kissed the top of his head as he whimpered again from thunder.
   "Don't tell Edd and Matt I'm doing this." He mumbled. Tord hummed in agreement and kissed Tom's head again and closed his eyes.

  "Goodnight, Jehovah."
   "Night commie."

(I'm sorry for his sounded like anyone else's shot, I've never seen a storm one before.)