TordTom OneShots

Migraine

(Advanced April fools!!)

Future~

No One's P.O.V

"Please.. I beg you... let me go..." Tom pleaded before Tord rested his foot on Tom's head. Laying Tom's head on the floor like he was a dog,

"Aww is Thomas homesick?" Tord cooed and stepped on Tom again. Tom let out a groan of pain, blood tackling down from his head, nose and lip. He had bruises on his face and body, a big one rested on his left eyelid. Paul and Patryk looked down, trying to avoid the horrible state of Tom. But they kept looking back at him worriedly.

"T-Tord.. please.. I have a-.. kid.." Tom managed to plead as he looks up to his enemy. Tord hummed as he scratches the scars on his right cheek. He already kept Tom in his base for about a week now so he had been doing research about Tom's life.

"Mell? Was it? Don't lie to me." Tord said before kicking Tom's back that sent Tom face first onto the concrete. Blood spilled everywhere.

"S-sir.." Patryk and Paul called out hoping to get a kind reply in return but they only got a glare,

"Quiet now." Tord ordered before his two soldiers could say something. Paul and Patryk both stepped back as they kept their gazes low.

Tord laughed genuinely, "Mell? Isn't that Matt and Edd's kid?" 

Tom's eyes widened in surprise as to why Tord had known about the kid. He wasn't aware that Tord had been doing researches about him.

"I..I-" Tom stutter as Tord crouches down on his height with a grin on his face.

"You even had the guts to lie." Tord raised his robotic hand to slap Tom but something stopped him.. his head was throbbing almost as if it was gonna explode. His only eyesight was starting to darken, 

"ugh... take him back to his cell and lock him there. Don't feed him anything. He needs to rot in there.." Tord ordered while covering his one good eye with his palm. Patryk escorted Tord back to his office. While Paul took Tom to his cell.

Paul gently lay Tom on the floor as he went to the clinic to get some things to patch Tom up. He knew Tord didn't want them to take pity of Tom but it was just too much and since almost all of the soldiers knew about Tom and their leader's relationship before, They just couldn't help but take pity. Paul came back to the cell with a first aid kit then he started draping alcohol on Tom's wounds.

"Why are you helping me?... He didn't ordered you to--"

"We'll be sending you home later. So from the time being.. don't say anything." Paul interrupted as he continues to slowly drape cotton on Tom's opened wounds. Tom didn't speak as he felt a bit happy that some of Tord's soldiers still has a heart. 

WIth Tord--

"I TOLD YOU I CAN'T FUCKING SEE! IT'S JUST DARKNESS!" Tord yelled as he continued to face the wall to which he thought was Patryk. Patryk was behind him with some of the nurses, "Oh my..." the head nurse whispered as she looks at her leader quite sadly.

"Do you think it's because of the--"

"Yes.. probably.."

Tord whipped his head towards Patryk's direction his eyes was filled with fear. 

"Sir.. please sit down.. I'll take care of the medical.." Patryk said as he escorted Tord to his chair with a calming touch. Tord sat back and waited as Patryk and the nurses left his office. He waited in silence..