3rd persons POV
Tom glared at him a little. "Not in a million years, asshole."
Tord hummed and patted his head, "I've wrecked that quite a few times," he winked with a small chuckle.
Tom's cheeks flushed red, and he glared at Tord even more. Tord smiled and ordered his soldiers to send Tom to his room, and walked back into his office.
Tom opened his mouth to speak but was knocked out before a word could be said.
Tom woke up a few hours later with a headache. he sat up slowly and groaned, rubbing his head and looking around as he blinked the sleep away from his eyes.
"Where...?"
"My room."
Tom flinched and looked over to where the voice came from. Tord was lying next to him, shirtless, and giving tom a smug grin.
Tom stared at him for a few seconds then screamed and fell off the bed, causing Tord to burst out laughing.
"WHY ARE YOU LAYING NEXT TO ME SHIRTLESS?!" he screamed.
"Because this is my bed?" Tord snickered.
Tom paused and took a moment to remember and think over everything that has happened, and went pale. He looked up to Tord and slowly backed away. How... did he even get here? The soldiers. Why was he here? Now that, he couldn't remember...
"You good?" Tord hummed.
Tom looked around for anything to use in his defense. Lampshade.. books.. a pen. he looked back at Tord.
Tord was looking at him with confusion and concern.
"Why... am I in your bed. Tord?"
"cause you were unconscious? and because we need to talk."
Tom nodded slowly and got up, sitting next to Tord a bit hesitantly.
"You okay now?" Tord asked him.
Tom nodded and looked at him. "Why am I here?"
"That's what I wanted to talk with you about." he hummed.
Tom nodded and let him speak.
"So... I missed you. I... missed you a lot. I dated other people but I couldn't get a connection with anyone else, as strong as ours," he looked at Tom, "We were great. we were something beautiful. I miss that... I missed you. I love you. Tom... I want you back."
Tom stared at Tord with astonishment. Was... was he delusional?
"Are you being serious right now?" He stood up
"You want me to take you back after EVERYTHING that you've done to me? to my FRIENDS? You left me for the "big city", came back, LIED, to EVERYONE, stabbed us in the back, RAIDED our house, and KIDNAPPED me! And you have the nerve to ask me to take you BACK?!" he glared at him. "Never. I'm never getting back with, not after everything you have done to me, to us. What we had was nice, but it's over. I don't want it again. At least not with YOU." He glared at Tord.
Tord was hurt. He was genuinely hurt, stared at Tom with a bit of shock, and stayed silent. He didn't know how to respond to that. Hell, was there a way for him to respond to it anyway? He... he was, no is, an asshole. How didn't he realize this sooner? How did he not see that he was pushing Tom away more and more? Well probably because he's a selfish asshole, but who REALLY knows, right?
He looked down a little and sighed. "... do you wanna have your own room?"
"I don't even want to fucking BE HERE, what the FUCK do you think Lawrence?" Tom rolled his eyes. Tord blinked then sighed with a nod.
A few minutes later, Tom had his own room, on the other side of the base, away from Tord. He looked around. It was a basic room, the walls were blue, his bed was to the right, his dresser to the left, and the bathroom door was next to it. he looked back to his bed.
A neat pile of clothes were set out for him.
A blue dress shirt, a black vest, black dress pants, and some black dress shoes.
