TomTord Oneshots

Tord x ghost!Tom

(This was requested by @fanofmanyfandoms34. Takes place after The End.)

Tom looked down at the ground of where he floated, glaring at the wood tile like it was his enemy. He couldn't touch the floor, for he would fall through, so he stayed afloat.
You see, Tom was a ghost. A light blue one that was freindly enough as he was in life, which wasn't very friendly. He stayed quiet most of the time, watching his friends go on with their daily lives without him. Well, mostly without him. He could still talk to Edd and Matt, they could even see him if he wanted them to, but not the third person who lived in the house. Oh no. Tord couldn't see him yet, because he hadn't shown himself to the norksi.

To be honest, Tord and him went way back. They had known eachother for years now, ever since elementary school. The two seemed to be close for a bit before high school, when they started fighting. This carried on to when they started living together, blah, blah, blah, you know the story. Tord came back after moving away for eight years, having his friends trust him again until he turned around and destroyed the house. Tord, in his mad rage, had shot a harpoon at Tom while he was in the house; and that was his mistake.
He stopped, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Edd and Matt started looking in the rubble for their friend, wanting to make sure he was ok. They found him, but he was the opposite of what they had hoped for. His stomach and chest were ripped open by the debris and the missile hitting him, and one of his arms were blown clean off of his body. He was already long dead when they found him, and Tord felt awful.

From then on, Tord tried to gain their trust again. Eventually, Edd and Matt did forgive him, but only after Tom's ghost showed up. Tom still hates Tord for what he did to him, but whatever. He learned to live with it. Today actually marked the three year anniversery of the 'incident', as Edd called it, and Tord had rebuilt the house for his friends.

Tom sighed and decided to float around he house a bit, bored. He hummed a song to himself, letting no one hear him as he actually sang. It was a song that fit Tom and Tord perfectly, and a rock song that Tom knew well. I Hate Everything About You. Tom thought it was appropriate because of him and Tord hating eachother, but he loved Tord, still. You heard me right. Tom always had feelings for Tord, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get over them.
   As he walked, he passed Tord's room. Surprisingly, he stopped outside of the door. What was that sound? Crying? He poked his head into the door a bit and gasped softly in disbelief.

Tord sat on his bed, his head in his hands. Soft sobs came from the norski as he shook, tears slipping between his fingers and onto his jeans. Tom slowly floated towards the norksi, barely above the ground as he looked at him. He slowly floated barely above the bed, like he was sitting on it, and listened to him. Tord was mumbling thinks under his breath.
    "Oh god Thomas... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... no matter what... I know it's been forever.... years... but I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm a murderer... I'm sorry..." Tord mumbled over and over again, the same phrases, like he was going insane. Tom looked at him, worry crossing his face. Tord kept crying and he slowly rested a hand on his shoulder, feeling the norski shiver. Tom slowly allowed himself to be seen as Tord looked up and over to the cold spot. He looked at Tom and his eyes widened, tears slipping out of eyes faster.
   "T-Tom?!"
   "... hey..."

  Tord jumped away from the ghost, hyperventilating. "Thomas?! How are you here?! Why are you light blue?! Are you here to haunt me forever?! Because.. I deserve it.... I'm so sorry..." Tord started to break down again, curling into a tight ball. Tom floated over to him and rubbed his back, making his shiver again.
   "Tord... it's ok... no, I'm not going to haunt you... calm down... I've been able to do this for a long time... I just never thought of appearing around you." Tom floated down to the bed, barely above it, as he looked at Tord. Tord didn't look up, still sobbing, and Tom hugged him, making him shiver like being stuck in the middle of a snowstorm. "I'm sorry."
   "IM THE SORRY ONE!" Tord cried out. "I killed you! And I didn't mean to! Oh god Tom... I'm so sorry..." he muttered, the words lost in his cries. Tom closed his eyes and sighed again.
   "It's ok.... I forgive you... calm down..."
   "How can you forgive that?! I killed you... how can you forgive a cold hearted murderer..."
   "Because." Tom kissed his cheek, making Tord blush a bit, but still shiver. "I love you."