TomTord Oneshots

Bad day

(Requested by @DABOOMDOTCOM when I asked for fluffy stuff to write for because I had a bad day. I'm sorry these shots took so long to write. Someone stole my phone, I had to get a new one, everything. I'm currently on fall break for three more days, though.

This takes place in the WTFuture part of the timeline.)

  
   Tom groaned loudly as he slammed the door shut behind him. He leaned against it and rubbed his eyes, not caring about the scars that covered them. He had had the worst day imaginable working today. Tord was recovering from a bad flu, so he wasn't running the Red Army base that day; it was him and Paul. So that stressed him out. Plus, he spilt coffee on his uniform while trying to wake up, he was starting to feel sick because of him cuddling his sick husband without a care, and his goggles broke a few minutes ago. So the lead scientist of the army had to lead him back to the house Tord had built for them on the side of the base and he would blind for the whole rest of tomorrow while said scientist tried his best to fix the thing he created.
    Tom shuffled down the hall and to the bedroom shared between him and his husband. It was easy for him, since he had a mental layout of the whole house. He opened the door a bit and leaned against the post, hearing something shuffle.

   "Thomas?" He heard footsteps come near him and a norski accent, so he knew his husband was walking up to him. "Babe, what's wrong? Where are your goggles?"
   "Some solider split a chemical on the floor and didn't put up a sign. So I tripped and they broke. Your scientist is fixing them." He didn't wish to mention him by name. Knowing Tord, he would just be confused for a moment, since he had so many names in his mind, it was hard to remember them all. He heard Tord hum softly and he felt his strong arms wrap around his smaller body. Tom hugged him back tightly, burying his face into his lover's chest, feeling the familiar fabric of the red hoodie he always wore under his army uniform brush against the scars over his eyes. Tord rubbed circles on his back with his artificial, robotic arm and kissed the top of Tom's head.
"It's ok, babe." Tord whispered to the shorter male, hugging him again. "I can tell you're stressed. Just lay down and relax for the rest of the day. I'm feeling better, so I can do whatever needs to be done around the house." Tom smiled a bit.
"Thanks..."
"You're welcome, kjaerlighet~"