Your Loss (PauTord) (Slight TomTord)

:-1-: The Truth Hurts

(This was originally going to be a oneshot, but I had too many ideas for the story, so yeah..)

Tord was exhausted. He had just gotten done with another long day at work. About two years ago he had betrayed his friends, but the day after, he had run away from his army. And as far as he knew, they weren't looking for him.

Now, what he did for work was actually enjoyable. He was an engineer, technician, inventor. He was many things. Somehow, he had managed to combine all of this. And he got a lot of money for what he did.

As of right now, his long legs were listening to his brain's commands, walking towards his and Tom's home. Well, technically it was Tom's home. Tord would have bought his own home, but Tom insisted Tord just stay in his apartment. Tom had a job as well, but the payment wasn't great, and it was a lousy job. Leaving Tord to pay most of the bills.

Tord yawned quietly as the quiet tapping of a slight drizzle falling from the storm clouds began. Tord grabbed the edges of his hood and pulled it over his head, sheilding the majority of his face and head from the rain that slowly began to increase.

The small building with the two stories of apartments slowly began to reach Tord's sight, as he peered through the now damp, foggy air. He sighed, a cold puff of air blowing out of his mouth.

Now slightly soaked, the Norwegian reached the building, opening the glass, metal-framed doors. He stepped inside the building, feeling a comfortable wave of heat hit his skin. He took his hood off of his head, and made his way towards the elevator.

Tord yawned again quietly, and made sure his phone was still in his pocket. He was overprotective of it.. for reasons... I mean, he just had everything cleared up with the law, he wasn't really looking to be on 'Wanted' flyers again.

Tord took off a pair of gloves he'd been wearing, and put them in the front pocket of his hoodie, as he walked into the elevator and pressed the button for floor two. He wore gloves for two specific reasons, he didn't want his robotic arm to be a distraction, and it was easiest to wear gloves when creating things that require grease, oil, and other chemicals that might stain his hands, or make touching things uncomfortable. Or at least for his organic hand.

Tord listened to the comforting quiet, before it was interrupted by a loud 'bing'. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out onto the smooth cream colored floors. His tired eyes blinked slowly, as he reached the door to the apartment of his destination. He turned the brass handle, and opened the door.

His stormy grey eyes peered inside, before quietly stepping in.

"Tom? I'm home," Tord began walking towards Tom's room, he heard low mumbles in the room. 'What on earth?' Tord thought.

"Sorry, I was late," He opened the door, "I got quite b-" His eyes widened at what he saw. He no longer felt that tired, heavy feeling.

He had a feeling of pain and shock, of heartbreak and anger, of disbelief and dizziness. Right in front of Tord, was a scene of horror for any hard-working lover.

Tom. Tom and this blonde female. Tom practically on top of her, both having a bright red blush on their face. As Tord opened the door, Tom's head had shot up, guilt spread over his face. The female just looked confused.

Tord hadn't felt this way in a long time. Such a long time. It wasn't exactly the typical heartbreak feeling though. It was a feeling of blank emotion. He felt the feeling of being out of his mind. Yet he felt the feeling of so much of himself draining from his body.

Tom began to speak, "Tord I-"

He was cut off by the door slamming. Tord slammed the door before Tom could say anything else. He began walking towards the apartment entrance. He heard the thumping of Tom's frantic feet, attempting to reach Tord. That's when Tord full on sprinted to the stairs. He bolted down them, and out of the building.