TomTord Oneshots

He's On My Mind

(I have requests to do, but I wanted to write this.
I was listening to Spotify and I found this new song that I'm addicted to. So I decided to write a one shot about it.

AU: Classic AU, after The End. Tord and Tom were dating before Tord moved away and were still 'together' before Tord blew up the house.
Song: She's On My Mind by JP Cooper)

    Tord sighed as he opened his one good eye and sat up in his bed. No matter what, he couldn't ever seem to sleep. Not ever since the 'incident' as his soldiers had started to call it. He wondered why the hell he would even do that; trade his friends and boyfriend for his army. He must have been crazy. But, that harpoon knocked him right back into place, didn't it?
   Tord rubbed the robotic parts that made up an artificial left arm for him. It was turned off at that point, but still, he rubbed it when he was thinking. He wondered where his friends were. Probably safe, forgetting that Tord even existed. He couldn't blame them. He wanted them to be happy. But he wanted to apologize to them.
    He later back down again and rolled over onto his side, growling when he felt no pang of weariness. He was so used to cuddling something warm and pushing his face into something soft; that was probably what was causing his insomnia. He was too used to sleeping next to Tom.
    In fact, he couldn't even stop thinking about the small Brit that used to be his boyfriend. The one who used to be his life and joy. He still was, for Tord at least. He knew Tom hated him now that he almost killed him in a snapped out state of insanity. Tord gripped his pillow and forced himself not to cry.
    "I'm sorry Thomas.... I'm so sorry..." he mumbled.

Tom huffed and sat up on his couch, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't slept for, what felt like, days. It had been a week since Tord came back and four days since he blew up the house. The Brit laid back down and stared up into the darkness of his room. He gripped a red hoodie that Tord had left behind and he had salavged from the rubble. He couldn't help but think Tord was going to come back. He hoped, at least, that was what was going to happen. He loved Tord still, even though he was mad at him for everything. He would give up his life if he could cuddle Tord again, at this point.
He closed his black eyes again, trying to go back to sleep. He couldn't, though, and kept thinking about Tord. Maybe he should try to find him? Hell, he didn't even know if Tord was alive after that robot explosion. But, it could be worth a try, right? Something told him, though, that he should wait and be patient. He rolled over to his side and stared at the back of the couch before squeezing his eyes shut again.
"I'll wait..." he muttered to himself. "I'll wait until the end of time if Tord comes back..."