Mute

Disgrace

Tom woke up to Tord snoring beside him. They were sitting on the couch and Tord had his arms wrapped around him. Tom smiled and ruffled his hair, inevitably waking him up.
"Tom?" Tord asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Hey sleepy head! It's time for you to go to work! So let's get up, come on!" Tom yelled, standing up and attempting to pull Tord up with him.
"Nooooo!" Tord leaned back into the couch, trying get out of Tom's grip.
"Come on Tord...don't be stubborn! This is already hard enough for me!" Tom said, crossing his arms.
"I don't want to go to work though! It's been so long without a vacation I've gotten used to it!" Tord pouted, looking down.
"Yeah right...When was your last day off huh?" Tom smirked, rolling his 'eyes'.
"The last time I can remember was my 21st birthday I took a day to myself...didn't you ever notice when I lived with you guys I never had a day of work?" Tord asked, looking back up.

"Holy shit! Why haven't you given yourself time off? Don't you lead the whole thing?" Tom asked, sitting back down.
"There is no rest in the army Tom...I can't just go on vacation whenever I want..." Tord grumbled, sitting back.
"Well then we're milking this for all it's got! You're staying home and I'm making you breakfast!" Tom said sternly, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
"And stay there!" Tom yelled from the kitchen, knowing Tord was attempting to stand up but failed.

He sighed and looked at the TV. Oh yea they had watched that really weird movie last night. He turned on the tv and changed it to an 80s horror movie. He stared at the screen for a while, barely blinking. He didn't even notice when Tom put a plate in front of him. He looked down and gasped seeing pancakes bacon and eggs.
"Woah! This looks amazing!" Tord shouted excitedly. He started wolfing down the food until he stopped and looked at Tom worriedly.
"Are...we together now?" Tord asked. Tom shrugged.

"If you want us to be...I'm down to be with you..." Tom said genuinely with a smile. Tord smiled back and blushed.
"Then okay! Guess we're a...a thing now as the kids say!" Tord said with a chuckle. He looked back up after a while though.
"Are...are you okay though!" Tord asked, going back to his worried state.
"What are you talking about?" Tom asked, tilting his head.
"You...you did get...you know...buttfucked..." Tord mumbled, looking away. Tom chuckled.
"Yes I'm fine Tord...if I'm not gonna lie I enjoyed it I just...not with him..." Tom said, leaning back into the couch. Tord blushed more and started eating again.

Once they were done Tom washed the dishes and Tord whined from the couch.
"Tooooom!" Tord whined again.
"What?" Tom answered, trying to tidy up just a little.
"I miss you!" Tord cried. Tom sighed and stopped what he was doing. He walked into the den to see Tord whimpering on the couch.
"You're such a baby!" Tom laughed, walking over to the couch.
"Hey! I need to run to the market real quick! For real this time! Im out of toothpaste and I don't like not brushing my teeth in He morning so I'll be right back!" Tom kissed Tord on the forehead before walking out the door.

Tord sat and watched TV for about ten minuets until he felt a knock at the door.
"It's open!" Tord yelled, thinking it was Tom. It wasn't. It was Matt. He walked in and quietly shut the door, an expressionless face on.
"Oh hey Matt! What brings you here?" Tord asked, tilting his head a bit. Matt silently walked over to Tord and scowled.
"I had to wait until Tom left...but I needed to make sure you knew I don't forgive you and I never will..." Matt growled. Tords happy expression fell.
"I...I don't blame you...I'm really ashamed of what I did..." Tord said looking down. Matt scoffed.
"You May have everyone else fooled but I know your as diabolical as ever!" Matt yelled, crossing his arms.
"You don't deserve to be here with Tom to help you! You deserve to rot on the streets you dirty, low-down price of SHIT!" Tord had never heard Matt curse before, but he hated it.
"Why...are you so mad...I'm sorry I killed Jon! I'm sorry I blew up your house! I'm sorry for everything I'm trying to make it up!" Tord said, tears threatening to fall.
"You punched me! In the face! I hate you for it! Your a disgrace...revolting...I hope Tom sees through your lies and hates you again just as much as I do!" Matt exclaimed, tears now falling out Tord's eyes.
"I'll see you in hell Tord..." he scowled before leaving with a slam of the door. Tord sat there for a second before starting to sob.

Was he a disgrace? No surely not! That was just Matt! Right...he started sobbing even more and wanted to curl up in a ball, but couldn't because of his stupid leg. He eventually went to his room and sobbed into his pillow for another ten minutes before Tom came home.
"Tord! I got you some shortbread cookies! Tord?" Tom yelled, looking on he couch to see no communist. He ventured down the hall and knocked in Tord's door.
"Go away..." Tord mumbled in a hoarse voice.
"Tord what's wrong?" Tom asked, concerned.
"Nothing! Now beat it!" Tord yelled back. Tom knew something happened. Tord wasn't just mad like this. He sucked up every bit of confidence he had and entered Tord's room. He saw him sobbing on the pillow, red puffy eyes and tears falling. He gasped and ran over to him, hugging the shit outta him.
"Why are you crying?" He asked casually.
"Am...am I revolting? A disgrace? Do I deserve to rot on the streets..." Tord asked, whimpering as he did so.
"What?! No! Where the hell did you get that idea?!" Tom yelled, pulling away from the hug to look Tord in the eyes.
"Matt..." Tord looked down.
"What about him?" Tom growled, starting to understand.
"He...he told me those things when you left...he said he'd see me in hell..." Tord sobbed a little more.

"He did WHAT?!"