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Depressed!Tord )Together(

A/N: A request for the lovely TheWorldBoresMe A depressed! Tord x Depressed! Reader, so as you can probably guess, this is gonna be a feels trip. Hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: This chapter contains mention of self-harm and depression. I would first like to state I am NOT trying to romanticize depression or cutting or anything like that. Secondly, if the before mentions topics are triggering to you, please I implore you to skip to the next chapter, thank you.

Hallow.

Empty.

Drained.

You've grown used to feeling like that over the years, grown used to hiding it too. Tord met you two years ago online, and just recently moved in with you a month ago, after some 'incident' he refused to talk about. The two of you were the best of friends. You were proud to say, your good Norwegian friend, didn't seem to notice anything wrong with you.

Music flowed through the one earbud you kept in, the familler sounds no longer stirring emetions like it used to. The television hummed out white noise in the background as you typed away on your laptop.

Tord sat at the other end of the couch, stealing a glance at you every so often. The volume on his phone was clearly up, you could hear the stupid sound you were fairly sure all phones made when you typed. Not to mention his notification sound; you wanted to ask why his phone made the sound of a gunshot when he recived a text, but decided it didn't matter.

The 'clack'ing sound of your keyboard was a soothing one as you rushed to finish your project; be it because the project was important, or because you simply wanted it done, you were unsure. Your small apartment was rather undeniably warm and in a careless act of forgetfulness you rolled up the (F/C) sleeve of your hoodie. Scars and scabs, cuts old and new, lined up your (S/C) arms, a few of them even still bleeding.

The Norwegian next to you had to do a double take when he looked at you again. The he saw it. His one good eye widened in horror as he spotted the red lines that marred your arms.

"(Y/N)." He called out to you, gripping his still human arm softly, whoever he had been texting forgotten.

"What's up?" You hummed casually.

You watched as he stood up and hovered over you, a scowl on his face. Swiftly, but carefully he whipped your laptop from you and set it aside, your headphone falling out in the process.

"Hey! I was working on that!" You huffed.

Tord gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the sofa. Your breath hitched when his fingers closed around a fresher cut, but you didn't say anything.

You followed your friend and housemate as he tugged you to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. You were beginning to get concerned.

"Tord?" You pulled your wrist away from his hold. "Seriously dude, you're freaking me out, what's up?" You huffed, crossing your arms and tilting your head.

"(Y/N), come here." He demanded flatly.

You sighed and walked up to him. At first, you were confused when all he did was turn on the faucet. Realization, however, struck when he carefully held your arms under the warm water.

"W-wait no! You-you saw? You-you!" You panicked, unsure of what you were saying, or why, as you tried to pull your arms away.

His grip tightened slightly as you struggled to have your arms at your sides once again. Softly, he cleaned your cuts, rubbing water into scabs and washing away dried blood that crusted to your skin.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he dried your arms with a soft towel.

You shrugged, you had stopped your struggling, but your internal panic never wavered. For a moment, you said nothing, only watched with dull eyes as Tord wrapped your arms in bandages.

"I'm just depressed." You hummed after your minute of silence.

"Nobody is just depressed, tell me." He ordered, dragging you from the bathroom and into the kitchen.

You growled at his words.

"Of course people can be 'just' depressed! It's a mental illness!" You snarled.

"Then tell me about that, (Y/N)! But for fucks sake, tell me something, so I can help!" He sounded stressed.

For a moment, you considered arguing and storming off like an angsty teenager. But when you saw the concern in his good eye, you couldn't bring yourself to.

"I'm tired." You said. "But it's so awfully hard to feel sad and tired when all you want is to feel happy."

The room was encased in a comfortable silence, save for the rustling of Tord grabbing you a glass of (F/D). He offered you the cup, and you took it gladly, your fingers brushing over his cold, metal hand.

As you sipped on the (F/D), you began to think. Why did Tord have a robotic arm anyways? How did Tord have a robotic arm? What happened to the side of his face? You set the now empty cup down, realizing, you may never know.

Looking up, you noticed that your friend was deep in thought. Tord's face was flushed and he looked almost, uncomfortable.

"Tord?" You called out.

He didn't move, nor respond. You tried to call out again, but never got the chance as Tord grabbed your hips and pulled you in for a spontaneous kiss.

Of course you kissed back, you've had a crush on him since last year, before you had even met in person.

Sweet as the kiss was, it was short lived as Tord pulled away.

"W-what was that?" You asked him, completely baffled.

"I love you (Y/N). Please, whenever you're feeling like that come to me. I'll help you, I can help you." He begged.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not that easy Tord. I'm not magically better just because you kissed me and told me you loved me."

Once again he softly grabbed your now bandaged arms. Trailing feather light kisses up your covered cuts Tord's smokey gray eyes bored into your (E/C) orbs.

"I know it won't be, but I'm ready to do my best for you (Y/N)." His face was stoic, but undoubtedly showed clear signs of determination.

"Prove it to me. Prove to me you understand how hard it will be." You needed to know, to somehow be sure that he wasn't going to give up on you, like everyone else had.

His gaze never left yours as he rolled up the sleeve to his human arm.

The cuts and scars that trailed up his arm were by no means from whatever accident he was in.

You gasped, clearly in shock, before you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for another, passionate kiss. Tord kissed back and you smiled, draping your arms around his neck.

Your back hit the counter as Tord backed you into it, but you didn't even seem to notice it digging into your skin. What you did notice, however, was Tord's hands wandering, you growled, forcefully placing his hands on your hips again.

Breaking the kiss you pulled him closer, so that you both were only inches apart.

"I love you, Tord."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

"We can feel hallow together." He vowed.

"Yes, together." You promised, leaning in for another kiss.

A/N: Wow that was a long one! I'm pretty proud of this, if I do say so myself! Hope you all enjoyed too! -Daybreak