TomTord Oneshots

Internet Friends AU

(Requested by SinLuver_101)

 
    Tom smiled a bit down at his phone as he sent his message to the other boy he was talking to. You see, a few months ago, Tom was browsing his social media accounts and found a message on one of them from someone named Tord. The two began talking instantly, sharing a few common interests, and quickly became friends. Standing up for eachother in chat rooms, talking in their free time, everything. Tom was actually talking to him at that very moment, which was why he was smiling.
What were they talking about? Well, Tord wanted to meet up with Tom in real life. He was taking a plane from his country, Norway, and going to London to meet Tom truely.

So, how long is the flight going to take?

   Tom reread his own message, making sure there were no mistakes. Three dots showed up on Tord's end before they disappeared and a message was sent.

   At most? A few hours.

  The Brit hummed a bit at that.

What about all the wait time?

  .... Oh, I'm not taking a normal airplane.

   Tom looked down at his phone, completely confused. Tord never talked about being a pilot or anything like that. Hell, he didn't even know what his job was. He knew Tord used to be solider, from what it sounded like, but the message still confused him. Well, I guess he would find out when his friend got there, right?

After a few hours, Tom was waiting outside of the airport in his city, sitting on the edge of a garden's short, brick wall. He looked down at his phone, continuously reading over the last message Tord sent him. After the airplane one, he just said 'I'm boarding. See ya soon' and then went offline. Tom hummed nervously to himself and he looked over to the airport'sdoor for a moment. He looked back down at his phone and closed the social media app, pulling up his music. Right when he reached for his earbuds in his pocket, he heard someone cough in front of him.
Tom stood up, out of his seat, and looked in front of him with a smile. Yep, there was Tord. Slightly taller than Tom, probably by a few inches, hair that made demon-like horns in the front, bright silver eyes, and a red hoodie. Two other guys stood behind him, standing up straight and seeming to wear army uniforms.
"Tord Audet?" Tom asked, smiling. Tord grinned a fanged smile.
"Yeah. Thomas Spaventa?" Damn, Tom thought, his accent was way thicker than his microphone picked up.
"Got that right." Tom said with a chuckle. Tord suddenly hugged him for a few seconds before pulling back and looking at the two behind him.
"You two can go. I'm staying here for a few days." Tord said, his voice oddly strong. The two nodded, saluted him, and walked back to the airport. Tom watched them leave, confused.
"Who are those two?"
"One of them is my right hand soldier. The other is my main pilot." Tord said and looked down at Tom. The Brit opened his mouth to ask something else but the norski cut him off. "I'm explain everything later. Should we go?" He asked. Tom nodded a bit and followed his friend off of the airport grounds. After they exited, Tord slipped his hand into Tom's with a slight blush on his face. Tom just chuckled a bit as his own face heated up.