Eddsworld Oneshots

Tired [TORDEDD]

Uh hell o again i'm not dead

i just

i'm more active on tumblr and amino I guess? I don't really use wattpad anymore foasfaf

But here's a fic I wrote a while ago and forgot to edit wowowo

Enjoy

It's 1:19am but i need coffee psl I am dying

Take good music too here

Everything was so happy.

They would wake up next to each other, say their sleepy good-morning-how-are-you-todays, exchange a hug and a kiss or two, and pretty much spend their day together, constantly laughing and peppering each other in kisses. Honestly, Tord couldn't have asked for a better ending. Every day was like taking a bite out of the forbidden fruit; so good. So amazing. So perfect that he felt as though he didn't deserve it. Like he stole someone else's perfect life. As though he wasn't quite supposed to have this happy of a life.

Turns out, he really wasn't.

Well, to say the least- things happen. Things that are far from pleasant. Perhaps it all started with that giant robot that resided under their house, or the moment he had shouted that Tom, Matt and Edd were certainly not his friends at all. He still doesn't know. He's unsure.

He doesn't care.

All he cares about right now is how he ended up here in an army base, standing in front of a kneeling brunette man in handcuffs. He almost doesn't recognise him. He's pretty sure it's the same vice versa.

After all, the years have taken a toll on them physically and mentally. Edd honestly looks like he could use a rest or two. The man had spent years running away from the Red Army, leading a small rebel organisation and gathering any intel of the said army he could find, in the hopes that he could foil their plans. The Red Army's little saboteur, the soldiers liked to call the man. Not Tord.

"Look who's graced me with their presence." he deadpans, throwing a subtly aggressive look at the other, only to receive a firm whack on his back of the head by a nearby soldier, who opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by the Red Leader himself.

"That's quite enough," Tord growls, then attempts to lighten his tone a little, with minimal success. "You are dismissed until further notice." he tries to suppress a disapproving frown, but the most he can manage is a blank look. How nice.

He waits until he's alone in the room with Edd. The other man, staring down at the ground, his expression unable to be read, says nothing. The uncomfortable silence stretches for a few more seconds, before Tord decides to speak again. "Edd."

There is a significant pause before Edd replies.

"Red Leader." There's no emotion audible in that phrase. No anger, no resentment, just- vacant. Somehow, that hurts more than it would if the brunette would have yelled at the man instead.

"You don't have to call me tha-" the Norski continues, but he's quickly cut off by the other. Tord's almost relieved at the anger slowly blooming on the male's face as he stares up at the man, his eyes narrowed. No trace of the soft, tender boy he had loved. Who he still loves.

"You do not have the right to be called Tord anymore. You chose to be Red Leader instead of Tord. The Tord who was our friend for so many years. The Tord who bickered with Tom and pulled jokes on Matt every day. The Tord who I-" he stops briefly to take in a shaky breath, wavering a little. But he presses on. "Who I loved."

This isn't even the worst of it, and Tord would rather take a bullet to the head any day than to have this man look at him with those eyes. "I loved you too. I still do."

"Stop," Edd shakes his head, pursing his lips. "I don't want to hear it, and even if I did, I wouldn't believe you. You had your chance, and you ripped it into pieces and threw it on the ground. I just-" he takes shallow breaths, starting to tear up a little. "I have nothing to say."

Tord just stands there. Desperately thinking of something to say. Something that might help the situation. Ha. Don't be ridiculous. Nothing could simply diffuse this situation.

"What happened to us?" The Norwegian murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Edd warily lifts his drooping head to gaze at his previous lover again.

He replies with a single word.

"You."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A few years before this, Tord laughs, walking out from Edd's room, a smug little grin on his face as he pecks the brunette's temple before leaving. He's the happiest he's been in a while.

Shame he's caught off-guard by a portal that materialises out of nowhere on the middle of the living room. You know, since a normal day usually doesn't consist of a random portal that appears in your living room.

A man steps out, his expression almost condescending as he looks around briefly, his eyes eventually landing on Tord.

The Norwegian would have liked to say it was no one he recognised, but- that wouldn't be true, would it?

The man looked almost identical with him, apart from him wearing what looked to be an army uniform. But- the eyepatch. And it looked like the man lacked a right arm, or a biological one, to be exact. At least the prosthetic he had on looked fascinating.

The man idly watches Tord for a moment, before slowly starting to approach him, his steps almost predatory. Tord instinctively steps away, squinting at the male.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He tries asking, but the man seems to pay no regard to the question, continuing to walk towards Tord and grabbing at his collar, yanking him closer.

The Norski, slightly panicking, tries to make the other man let go: turns out he misjudged the grip strength of that prosthetic. It clenches the fabric of his top with an iron grasp, unwavering. He could see the scars that adorned the right side of the man's face much closer from here; the wounds must have been painful as fuck to treat. How long had it taken to heal? Tord's momentarily distracted at the dulled scars that had healed over the years, but he snaps out of it when the man leans in, his breath ghosting over his ear.

"Have fun while you can. You end up breaking his heart, and shattering your own in the process." Then he lets go. Leans back. Gives him a look Tord can't quite figure out what it means.

He stands still for a second before seeming to suddenly be struck with anger, jabbing a finger at the man. "What the fuck are you talking about? And who do you think you are, just waltzing in here and telling me what'll happen between me and Edd? How do I even know you're telling the truth?"

But the man is already turning around, stepping back and approaching the portal again.

"Stop, you asshole. You're not even going to help me? You ARE me. Please. I don't want to lose him. At least tell me how it happens so I can stop it." His voice turns desperate as he says the last part, even cracking once.

The Tord from the future turns around, and for the first time, there is emotion. He glares briefly, before going back to his damned poker face that Tord wishes he could punch it out of him.

"You're supposed to be me. Figure it out yourself." Then he leaves.

Tord seethes as he stares at the now portal-free wall, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. He flinches when he hears Edd's voice, whipping around to see the brunette walking into the room.

"Tord, are you okay? I heard shouting-" the boy anxiously stares at his lover, trying to see if he's okay. Such a sweet boy Tord ended up loving.

He pulls on a small smile, although on the inside he's uneasy as fuck and borderline panicking.

"I'm fine, Edd," he manages to speak.

"Everything is going to be fine."

bitch me too

now let me die my hands smell like piss