TomTord Oneshots

Opposite Day AU

(This was requested by @-_eddsworldnerd_-. Sorry if this is bad or anything. I only wrote about this AU once... and a few of you may know about what happened. But, I can work up courage to make a simple one shot.
And, sorry that this took so long to write. I've been focusing on my comic and neglecting my actual stories, which is shouldn't exactly do.

Anyways, this shot was based off of one of the TomTord pictures the artist drew. I removed the photo because, well, the artist doesn't want their art reposted. So, just trust me, it's the one where Tom is telling Tord that he's a great person.
If you're asking why, it's because I only had one idea and it was extremely feelsy, so no thank you.)

Tord whimpered softly to himself. He was curled up into a ball on his bed, his head pulled into the sweater he wore that was too big for him. It wasn't unnatural for this little guy to have nervous breakdowns, so this was normal, but this one was pretty bad. He had tried to flirt with his best friend and crush, Tom, and he started stumbling over his words, making the happy guy confused as to why Tord was stuttering more than normal. So, Tord ran up to his room and curled into a tight ball, trying to ignore the fact that he just embarrassed himself big time.
   Tom, meanwhile, was outside of his door, knocking on it. He was pretty worried, thanks to Tord just retreating like that.
    "Tord? Are you ok?" Tom asked as he knocked again. All he heard from inside was a slight squeak that sounded scared. He tried the doorknob, surprised to find that Tord hadn't locked it. He opened the door and walked over to Tord, who flinched when he heard the Brit open the door.

   "What's wrong?" Tom asked, sitting on the bedside next to Tord. The norski poked his head out of his turtleneck sweater and looked over to him nervously before shakily sitting up.
"I-I m-made a fool o-of myself... a-and p-probably m-made you hate me..." Tord mumbled, crying softly. Tom looked up at him before reached his hand out and wiping away his friend's tears.
"You didn't. I could never hate you!" Tom exclaimed, and then hugged him. Tord slowly wrapped his arms around the smaller male, whimpering. Tom sighed a bit and buried his face into Tord's sweater for a second before pulling back, beaming up at the taller male. "Really! You're a great person, no one could ever hate you! You're amazing, cool, cute, you're one of he best people I know!" He said. Tord blushed a bit at the middle part and looked away. He was about to retort when Tom pecked his cheek, a smile still on his face as he hugged Tord again. The norski relaxed a bit and hugged him back, again, smiling. He nuzzled into the Brit's sweater, stopping his crying.
"Thanks..." he mumbled softly and Tom nodded a bit, keeping Tord in his arms.