TomTord One-shots

YOU DISGUST ME!-oneshot-ANGST

A/N Okay so domestic AU (only because I I'm love it so much) but this one is super angsty and shit. Sorry? Also this is sorta rushed, I just feel like I should update.

Tord sat on the couch, checking the clock mounted on the wall every so often. It was currently one AM with no sign of Tom. Tom gets off work around nine.

What the fuck was he doing?

Tord checked the clock again 1:28 it read. Tord put his head in his hands. What Was Tom doing? Was he hurt? Was he cheating!?

"Father? What are you doing?" The three year old asked, pulling on his Father's pant leg. He sighed, brushing back his sons dark brown horns. "Just waiting for your pappa. Why are you up?" Tord raised a brow at his young son. How did he even get out of his crib? They were going to get him a real bed next year and hand his crib off to their second child, but if he can figure out how to get out, maybe he was ready now.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just had a bad dream. I wanted to sleep with you." Tord smiled, but winced on the inside. He knew his son's accent would be strange, seeing as there was a Brit and a Norwegian lived in the same house, but it was painfully obvious how Torm's accent was dominantly more Norwegian.

Is Tom gone that much?

"would you like to wait for Pappa with me?" Tord asked the child. The Kid nodded.

He really does look like Tom.

They wrapped themselves in a blanket, while Tord sipped on coffee. Torm was out only a few seconds in. Tord smiled down to his smaller child. He thought of how lucky he was to be able to have a kid of his own.

Does Tom ever stop to think about how lucky we are?

Tord decided that after he perfected the science that is having a kid by two males in an incubation tank, he would release it to the public. He thought of all the smiling faces of the homosexual couples finally having kids on there own.

The creaking of a door was heard. Tord smiled brightly, Tom had returned home. He quickly rushed his son into his room and then ran back into the living room to welcome his husband back home.

Only to find his husband wasn't alone.

"Tom..?" The Norsk man questioned. He couldn't process the situation before hand. How could he?

Tom had a girl pinned to their kitchen counter, basically eating her face off. Hands roaming her body. He had always had a thing for one night stands and becoming horribly flirty, but he has a husband now. Why didn't he just come home?

"What is the meaning of this!" His voice raised, Accent thicker than before. Tom's eyes went white and he shoved the girl to the side. "Uh, hey honey." Tom's voice was slurred and he was swaying slightly.

That mor fucker is drunk!

Tord was having a hard time thinking in English. He was angry, hurt, betrayed, and sad all at the same time. Tears sprung into his eyes, realizing this might not have been the first time Tom sneaked someone by him while he fell asleep on the couch.

"You lying capitalist! You cheating esel! Du skitne wore fucker! MINE FORELDRE HADDE RETT! JEG BURDE ALDRI HA GIFTET DEG MED DEG, OG HAR TIDLIGERE BLITT EN SKILSMISSE!" Tord's eyes widened and he covered his mouth in shock of what he just said. It was in Norwegian so he doubted Tom understood, but the point is that Tord said it at all. If he said it, he meant it in some way.

Do I really want a divorce?

Tord thought back.

Tom's always drunk, he doesn't have time for his family, but he does have time to get more drunk and fuck sluts, my parents don't approve, he made me quit my job only for him to never be around, not to mention he'll slap me if I disagree with him when he's drunk.

Maybe it would be a good idea.

Tord wiped his eyes. "fuck your slut and then leave. If Edd doesn't pick you up, sleep on the couch. I expect you gone by tomorrow. I'll visit Edd once I've calmed down, but first I'm getting my job back, contacting my parents, and I'm keeping the child." He gave a glare to his husband before sticking his hand out to the girl on the floor.

"I'll help you once. Tell me your name." The girl put one manicured hand into Tord's and stood up.

She was wearing high waist cream colored shorts and a red halter top. Her hair was brown and curly. She was darker skinned, like Tom. She was curvy and her red stilettos were by the door where she left them. "Maria." she stated drunkenly smiling like she wasn't about to fuck his husband. Well, ex-husband.

"wait you can't keep Torm!" Tom protested. "and why not, cheater?" Tord challenged. "Because he's my son!" Tom was glaring harshly at Tord

"WELL HE'S MY SON TOO!" Tord roared.

"Father?" A little boy walked in rubbing his eyes.

shit.

"Torm, go back to your room." Tord commanded, "But, wh-"

"Torm, please." Tord's shoulders slumped. He wasn't even looking at the young child that wasn't even tall enough to reach the counter tops. Torm knew something was up.

Who was that lady standing in the kitchen?

"Pappa, is that your friend?" The three year old asked the blue hooded male. "Torm Odin Thompsin, I said go to bed!" Tord's face cracked and the child could see the tears on his father's face as he turned around.

Torm was about to say something. Yell at his pappa for hurting his father again, but decided that that wasn't a good idea, and ran to his room. Tord gave one last look at Tom before going to tuck Torm in.

"You disgust me."

A/N Should I do a part two?

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