TomTord Oneshots

Future Shot

(Requested by @elefant4lyfe.

Sorry this took a while to write and sorry if it sucks.

Requests are closed right now, please don't put them in because I'm stressed out of my mind right now with finals and such coming up.

Also, seriously, in a short amount of time, this book as gained so many reads and we're close to 300k reads already. Seriously thank you so much, oh my god. What do you think I should do for that milestone?)

    Tord was the famous Red Leader, as many of you can guess. He ran the Red Army and tried to take over the world. Since he wanted an assistant and no one filed for the position, Tord decided to be a douchenozzle and find his old, former friends. He chose to kidnap his enemy of the group, Tom, due to the fact that he had always had a little crush on the Brit. He took him back to his army base and trained the reluctant male to become his assistant and help him with his daily tasks in the base.
   Eventually, Tom even got used to this position. He was pretty powerful over the soldiers, which he liked, but he had to admit that he was starting to like Tord a bit as well. He always liked him before, despite their fights, but tried to give up the feelings after Tord tried to kill him. Now, they were coming back up and that fucked with him. Especially since Tord's attitude didn't change a lot.

   Tord still acted bossy and rude towards his enemy, taunting him relentlessly as he worked around him. But, on rare occasions, Tord would seem to take those insults and taunts back and replace them with flirts. They weren't too big, they were usually just a complaint aimed at Tom or just acting nice, but they still showed. And Tom hated them, despite liking Tord. Why? Because, he thought that they were all games and tricks that Tord was pulling to mess with him even more. So, he tried to ignore them.

   One day, Tom was in Tord's office, sorting through some filed paperwork. It was a normal day, it seemed, yet Tom hadn't seen Tord all day. He brushed that off, since that occasionally happened. The norski was busy, after all. As he finished up, he heard the metal sliding door to the office open up with a beeping sound and footsteps walk in. Tom jumped a bit and looked over his shoulder to see Tord standing there with a cigar in his mouth. Tom calmed down a bit and sighed.
   "Red Leader, there you are." Tom commented while Tord walked over his desk. He stood by an ashtray at the edge of his desk and took the cigar out of his mouth before putting it out on said ashtray. He looked at Tom and nodded a tad.
   "Sorry I haven't shown up, I got busy." Tord said with a shrug before looking Tom up and down. Tom let out a groan of annoyance at the commie's next words. "You're looking pretty nice today." He chirped with a smirk. Tom looked at him.
  "Tord, shut the fuck up for once." He suddenly snapped.
  "Huh?"
   "I said shut the fuck up for once."

   Tord looked shocked. Tom had never even dared to speak to him like that before. He didn't know if he should be more confused, concerned, or angry at the smaller male. Tord decided to huff and cross his arms over his chest.
  "The hells wrong with you?"
  "I'll tell you what the hell is wrong!" Tom snapped. "I'm sick and tired of this whole 'flirting' bullshit! You're not fucking helping! I know everything you say isn't true, you don't like me like that; that's obvious. So just fucking stop!" Tom screeched at Tord before breathing heavily. He turned to leave the room before he stopped, feeling a hand be placed on his shoulder. He flinched and turned around to see Tord looming over him, a stern and serious look in his one good eye. Tom gulped, preparing himself for a slap of some kind, but that never came.
   Instead, Tord leaned down a bit to his height, and pecked him on the cheek. Tom felt his cheeks warm up at that and he stared at Tord in disbelief. Tord turned to leave the office again, walking to the metal door. It opened in front of him and he took one last look at Tom.
   "Don't say things that aren't true, Thomas." He stated before leaving the office. The metal door shut behind him and Tom was left in silence, his cheeks red, wondering if Tord meant that or not.

(Sorry that it's short-
I'll go and check for mistakes later-)