change me [ tomtord ]

2

When Tord finally woke up the next morning, it being around 10 am, he walked downstairs and decided to make breakfast.
Seeing as he just moved in, he decided to be a little nice. Also to gain their trusts back and to get them to think that he wasn't that evil person like he once was before. Smart, eh?

"Morning Tord," Edd greeted as he walked into the kitchen to the smell of pancakes.
"Uh, morning.. Edd." The norski awkwardly responded, flipping the pancakes before putting them on a plate and serving them.

Both the male's sat down and began to eat. "So, I heard you talking to Tom last night.. Did you guys fight with each other?"
Tord shook his head, a small smile showing on his face. "No, we just.. Talked. We got along pretty well. He was drunk though, so maybe that's why."

"Hm, interesting. You two used to never get along before, but seeing as you got along last night.. Then it might be possible."
The norski nodded, finishing his plate. "I'll do whatever it takes. I'm not that person I once was before, that's for sure." He spoke wisely and truthfully, leaving the room.

—

Tord sat himself down beside Tom on the sofa with a smile, earning a confused look.
"Heya, I'd just like to to thank you for last night. It meant a lot to me. I don't know if you remember it though, seeing as you were drunk."

"..No, I remember it. Thank you too, it was quite nice I suppose, don't think too much about it though. We probably won't get along in a day or two." The brit responded groggily, resting his head against Tord's shoulder.
"Don't say that! Of course we will get along, I promised."

"Mhm.." The brit mumbled tiredly, his head hurting quite a bit. The Norwegian sighed, beginning to run his fingers through Tom's hair, messing it up. Tom didn't care about that though, it all felt nice and comfortable to him. "Do you like this?" Tord asked, pulling the slightly smaller male into his lap.
Tom nodded, his arms wrapping themselves around Tord's neck as he rested his head on the other's shoulder. "Promise to cuddle with me more often.. This is so nice.." He mumbled, not thinking clearly.
"If that's what you want, then of course I will."

".. Y'know, maybe you're not as bad as I suspected after all. I was quite sceptical about you when Edd brought you back yesterday, but.. Maybe you really weren't lying. The commie I used to know would never do anything like this, especially not with me."

"Maybe I would've, maybe I wouldn't. I might not think like 'the old Tord', but I'm still the same person. Except with a different mind.. All though, I don't want to be the old me, as far as I've heard I sounded like a terrible person back then."

"You were.. Enough about that," Tom stretched and let out a yawn. "Let's do something."

"Like what?" Tord asked, raising a eyebrow, all though the smile was still shown on his face.
"I don't know, let's go to the arcade, you used to like that."

"Well.. If it means getting along with you, then sure. Is Edd gonna be alright with it though?"

"Of course he'll be alright with it you dingus. I'm sure he'd love us two to spend some time together, he always tried to make that happen in the past."

"Well then, let's go. He won't mind if we take his car, will he?" Tord asked, getting up and pulling on his shoes.
"No no, we all use it. Well, except Matt. He always runs or walks instead seeing as he has to be in 'shape'." Tom responded, sitting down in the front seat whilst Tord sat himself down in the drivers seat.

"Ready to go?"
"Mhm!"

—

Seeing as the the two had arrived,
they immediately got out of the car and ran inside, inspecting the place. "Wha.. Tom, this is amazing!" Tord exclaimed before paying for the tickets.

"Why'd you pay? I was going to."
"Awe, don't make such a big deal out of it Tommy! C'mon." He grabbed Tom's hand and practically ran inside like a child, the brit chuckling behind him.
"What do you wanna play first?"

"How about.. That shooting game? I think you'd be pretty good at it." Tom suggested with a grin, receiving a nod.

The two walked over to the game and picked up the guns. "If I win, you have to be my servant for a week. Oh and cuddle with me, because that was really relaxing. Don't take it weird, thank you very much."

"Pfft. Alright, deal." Tord replied. And without hesitation, he began shooting the zombies that popped up on the screen. Tom was quite shocked at how well the other was doing, seeing as he led with over four hundred more points.
"Looks like I win~" Tord purred, patting the loser's head as he grumbled. "But, I'll still cuddle with you, don't worry. It was quite comfortable to just sit there, not gonna lie."

Both men smiled softly, looking into each other's eyes. "Thanks for the match," Tom soon replied.

"Thank you too, it was fun. I like bonding with you."