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Tord ×Understand Us×

A/N: Wow, two updates in a month?? I'm on a roll! Who knows, maybe I'll start picking up on the time requests get done again! Also, school should be out soon, and because of that requests will slow down for a moment because finals and stress, but over the summer I promise they will pick up again!

Request for: TheWorldBoresMe, hope you enjoy!

From the beginning of time, Tord swears he's never understood you. But, for as long as he can remember, you've been his best friend; and he's been hopelessly in love with you. And because of this bond shared, and his undeniable attraction to you; he has the right to be worried when you go missing for hours on end while a storm is brewing.

Doesn't he?

Rain plinked against the window, and trees swished in the hard winds outside, but Tord heard none of it. The fact that there was a brutal storm nagging his mind, but he wasn't worried about himself or even the house he lived in.

He was worried about you.

Five whole hours ago, you had announced you were going on a walk, which you did, but no one had heard from you since you left.

"Tord, cut it out with the pacing already," Tom groaned, clutching his head, "That one creaky floorboard feels like hell to my hangover."

Tord shot his blue-hooded friend a dark glare, opening his mouth for a witty retort about how he shouldn't drink so much. Thankfully, Edd stepped in before an argument began.

"Tord, I know you're worried about (Y/N), but they're an adult, I'm sure they're fine!" The green-hooded brunet chimed, "Besides, pacing around the house won't make them come home any faster," The carelessness of his friend's tone made Tord's blood boil.

Did Edd not understand? You could be hurt, have gotten kidnapped. You were so strange in your own little quirky ways, it wouldn't surprise the red-hooded boy if you chose to go with a kidnapper.

Mid-stride across the living room, Tord broke away from his relentless pacing and made for the door. With one fluid motion Tord tossed his old black trenchcoat over his shoulder, and swung open the door to reveal the harsh downpour.

"I'm going to fine, (Y/N)," He declared.

Someone shouted something behind him, a warning, advice, maybe they even told him not to go. But Tord didn't care, and he didn't hear them finish speaking before he slammed the door behind him.

The Norwegian boy shuddered when lighting flashed and thunder growled. Storms always made him uneasy, and the thought of you being stuck in one had his pulse racing.

In a hasty decision Tord took the car. There wasn't much time, and you could've been anywhere. It didn't matter much anyways, it's not like anyone would need him to come get them or would need the car on a day like this.

The pelting rain nearly blinded Tord as he drove the fastest he dared in the dangerous conditions. He had to get to you before something had happened. He just seriously hoped he wasn't too late.

Tord doesn't know how long he had been driving aimlessly in the rain, and by the time he found you in the middle of that empty field, he didn't care. The horn-haired boy tore across the grassy field to reach your side.

You were okay. He made it time.

And once again in his life, Tord found himself shocked, and unsure what to say regarding your actions. The rain was harsh, and pelting, and Tord could feel every drop through his hoodie. But you weren't even wearing your hoodie, it was discarded on the ground next to you instead. A (F/C) heap against the grass, the color dark from the rain.

Your (H/L) hair curled down, plastered to your (S/C) skin. Water trailed down your exposed arms and face in frail droplets and beads. The cool chill of water against your heated skin was pleasing, and the rumble of thunder and dancing of lightening in the distance was a sight to behold. You knew nobody else would understand this scene like you would.

Nobody ever did.

You smiled to yourself when it became clear that Tord didn't know that you knew he was there.

"Come join me, Tord," You offered your rattled friend, not turning to look at him.

"What?" Tord seemed taken aback that you would suggest such a thing; but it's not like you had told him to cut off his arm or anything.

"Join me," You repeated calmly.

"(Y/N) are you crazy?!" The Norwegian spat, "It's storming---pouring down rain---you've... You've been gone for hours! I was worried sick and... And you need to come home and dry off!"

Tord was rambling, and stuttering. These were habits you knew well. He was scared, not just for you, but of the newly raging storm; you knew that he was, and you knew that he didn't know he was.

"And I will go home and dry off," You hummed casually, because you would indeed do those things later, "But for now, join me," You urged.

With a resigned sigh, Tord reminded himself that arguing with you would get him about as far as talking to a brick wall.

"Fine, I'll stand out here with you, but really, (Y/N), we need to get going, and soon," He huffed.

"I did not say 'stand here with me,'" You chided, "I said join me," You cooed, holding your hand out for him to take.

Your smile widened as you could almost hear the hesitance in his movements. Tord's fingers trembled as they interlaced with yours. He flinched when you pushed back his hood, watching the two trademark tufts of hair spring up. Interest filled your gaze when you saw the rain plaster the springy hair down.

Words were not exchanged between the two of you.

You did not speak because you were busy listening to the voice of the storm. Tord did not speak because he was trying to figure your mind out still.

Tord continuously adjusted his hand, and the grip it had on your own. You couldn't blame him, he thought his emotions were well hidden after all. That was fine though, because you loved him too.

The storm still danced and crackled in the distance, although it was closer now, and you decided to spare Tord his fears.

"Lets go," You said, not dropping his hand as you turned to grab your hoodie.

"Where?" He asked, gazing at you with eyes filled with a child-like wonder.

"I don't know," You began," Anywhere but here. I want to get away with you. We can go anywhere. Let the breeze hit our faces as we're speeding down this long road ahead of us. We can laugh at our own stupid jokes, and do all the things we've always wanted to do. We can go on a wild adventure. I just want to be with you."

Tord was rendered speechless at your words, as he normally was when anything more than two words escaped your lips. You giggled to yourself, sopping wet (F/C) hoodie in hand, Tord's hand in the other.

"I love you too, Tord," You mused, "I can't believe you didn't notice before." With those words you dragged the stunned Norwegian into the car.

The two of your didn't go on a fantastic journey that day, you went home and dried off instead. But, that was okay too. Because you were with Tord, and you were happy.

A/N: My request list is finally getting smaller, and it makes me so happy to think that I'm getting closer and closer to being able to open up my requests again and take on a whole new list of ideas! But don't get too excited just yet everybody, requests are still pretty closed off at the moment! -Daybreak