A Gun and a Mirror (Mattord Oneshots)

Sugar

It was a warm Summer evening, and Matt, Tord, Tom and Edd were excruciatingly bored. It was too hot to do anything outside, and watching anything on the television meant that there would be an argument between Tom and Tord, and Matt and Edd didn't want to hear the commie and the Jehovah's Witness bickering again for the 10th time this week. There really wasn't anything to do at all, so the four just lazed about in Edd's apartment. 

As Tord shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the big squashy chair, Matt spoke up after what seemed like years of saying absolutely nothing and just suffering in the sweltering heat.

"You guys might not like this idea, but we could always do this one thing I like to do in my spare time." Matt said as he stretched a little bit from his upside-down position on the sofa.

"Matt, that was the most disgustingly put together sentence I have ever heard." Tom grunted, taking a quick swig from his flask. "Please clarify." Tord sat up in his seat after the eyeless Brit had asked Matt to go into detail, ready to accept anything that wasn't being baked alive by the sun.

"Basically, what I'm saying is we should bake." Matt flipped himself so that he was now sitting down normally on the sofa. Tord grimaced slightly and the two other Brits laughed. Baking, really? The Norwegian sighed, shaking his head. 

"Matt, we aren't little lovesick kids trying to impress their crush. We're four adult men." The communist mumbled, slouching back in his seat.

"Okay, fine. To make it more 'manly'" Matt did air-quotes with his fingers. "we could have a contest. Whoever loses has to go to the store and buy everyone ice cream!" Tord could tell that Matt was scrabbling to make this at least a little bit interesting. Surprisingly, everyone else seemed to agree.

"Okay, that's better than nothing, I suppose! However, only two of us know how to bake. Me and you, Matt." Edd piped up. Matt simply smiled.

"We could work in pairs! I'll take Tord, and you can have Tom." The ginger smiled. Tord groaned. Why this of all things? 

"I guess it couldn't hurt." Tom sighed, getting up. "We'll use your kitchen, Matt. It's the biggest." He and Edd started to walk  to the door after Matt nodded his head. Tord, however, stayed seated, even after the two left.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Matt grabbed Tord's hand, who yelped as he was pulled up. 

"I'm only doing it for you, though. I don't like baking." The communist grumbled. He couldn't help but accepting everything that the ginger had to offer. He was adorable! The Brit smiled and walked to the door, still holding Tord's hand.

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After walking about five steps to get to Matt's apartment, the four set up their own areas to bake in, found a nice brownie recipe, and then starting to grab ingredients. Tord walked about, picking up the things they would need as Matt read them off. After about three minutes of doing so, everyone measured out the ingredients and placed them in the small glass bowls that Matt had purchased specifically for baking. When they finished, they put the ingredients away and turned to each other.

"Okay. Let's lay down some rules." Edd began. "Sabotage will result in immediate disqualification, and so will working with the opposing team." Everyone nodded in agreement. The colaholic continued. "The finished product will be judged on taste and consistency. The old lady across the hall can be our judge."

"What about looks?" Tom asked, looking over at Edd.

"Matt and I can't make anything look good for shit, and neither of you even know how to bake, so there is no presentation category." Edd sighed. Matt laughed, nodding. Tord felt a small heat begin to form on his face. He had never really noticed how cute the ginger's laugh was.