Tom x Tord EW Fic

Chapter 1.3

(Sorry if it's a little short but I needed a small gap to make the story actually work. Also thank you for all the support on the first two chapters. It makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying my fic. Enjoy!)

Tord woke up and wrapped his arm around sleepy Tom. He kissed his cheeks. They were warm and red. Tom slowly opened his eyes and flipped over to meet Tord's smiling face. He chuckled and pulled him in close. Tord buries his messy hair into Tom's chest and Tom beams with happiness. "God I love you so much" "I love you too". They both get up and throw on some clothes. Tom grabs Tord's sweatshirt and puts it on. "A little big but it fits." Tord wraps Tom in his arms and they make their way to the living room. Tom puts the coffee pot into the machine and waits as the drink flows into the container. Tord shuffles through the T.V. guide looking aimlessly, snuggled up in a bundle of blankets. Tom brings over two mugs of coffee and places them on the living room table. They wrap back up in blankets, clinging tightly to each other. They share their heat within their blanket, pushing out the harsh cold of the house. Tom places his head onto Tord's muscly shoulder. "This is what pure happiness feels like isn't it?" Tord mutters. "Yep, 100%" Their cozy embrace makes time stop. It makes everything else feel like it doesn't matter. It feels like all their problems have been solved. Neither have them have ever been so happy. They watched T.V. for a while, looking through different shows. All they care about is that they're together. They stay there until Matt and Edd come home. "Awwww look at our boys" Edd coos. Matt laughs and carries in their bags. "So how was your night alone?" Tom and Tord look at each other and they both blush. "I don't know. It was pretty good, I guess." They both laugh. "I'm guessing yours was just as 'uneventful'?" Edd looks back at Matt, lugging their bags into the house. "Very much so" He says sarcastically. They all laugh, and Matt comes into the room confused. "What did I miss?" "Nothin babe" Edd kissed Matt on the forehead and they go back to their rooms. "Hey babe, wanna get lunch?" "Sure" They go back to their rooms and grab their coats. As they walk down the street, hands locked together, they gaze into the winter wonderland around them. The trees are caked with white snow. The lawns around them remain untouched, like marble ballroom flooring. As they stroll down the sidewalk, the wind blows cold. Tord wraps his arms around Tom to keep him warm. He beams a smile down and Tom chuckles. They walk into the warm cozy dinner and take a seat in the closest booth. As they settle in their seats, a small young waitress came over. She had brunet hair and smelled of lilac. "What can I get you too today?" Tord smiles and responds for the both of them. "Just two waters please." Shortly after, the smiley waitress brought them their drinks. She slid one over to Tord and one over to Tom, then took their orders. As the two wait for their food, the snow dumps down onto the cold ground. Tom takes a sip. "I heard this place is really good." "Yeah, I'm surprised we've never been here considering it's only down the street." Their food arrives and Tord licks his lips just looking at the huge meal. On his plate sits a mountain of buttery pancakes, drenched in maple syrup. On Tom's, a huge three egg omelet and a side of golden brown toast. As they chowed down on their breakfast of champions, Tord notices their waitress peeking over the serving counter in the kitchen, checking over every couple of minutes. It's probably nothing, he thought to himself. As he polished off the last of his pancakes, he made his way to the bathroom. "Brb babe." Tom smiled back at Tord as he walked away. Tom sat alone waiting for his beloved to come back, when the room started going fuzzy. His peripherals flashed a spiral of colors. He felt his legs and arms numbing rapidly. He was trying to scream out, but his body wouldn't let him. He wanted to scream and cry. He felt a small tap on his upper arm, not by Tord's masculine strong hands, but by a gentle softer touch.In a desperate attempt to break free he muttered one word. "Tord." Blackout.