Tord x Reader Oneshots

[Requested] Tord x Depressed!Suicidal!Reader

x Y/n's pov x

Life is meaningless...

All it is is a cycle of hate and heartbreaks.

I already have the knife gently resting on my upper arm, ready to slice at the flesh that makes of me.

Why am I doing this?

Why am I doing any of this? 

This won't solve anything...

I moved the knife up more, now it's on my shoulder. I started to cry a bit as I pushed down, feeling the cold blade dig into my skin. pearls of blood dropped down from the wound. 

I stopped cutting when I heard my bedroom door open. 

"Y/n! What the heck do you think you're doing?!" Tord said, as he ripped the knife from my hand. I sobbed loudly and felt warm tears drip down from my eyes, off of my cheek, onto the floor. Tord embraced me in a warm hug. 

He is nothing to me.

He doesn't love me.

He doesn't care about me.

Why should I care about myself when he doesn't even pay attention to me?

Tord asked me again, of what I was thinking.

"T-tord...You d-don't even care about me.." I cried out. He frowned.

"Is this really why you're doing this, love?

He called you love, when all he means is shove. Shove you in a box floating down a river.

"Y-yes! YOU HATE ME!" I yelled. I felt Tord's arms wrap tighter around me.

"That is not true." His accent was thick. He kissed my cheek, kissing a tear away. My eyes widened at his actions.

"I love you. And you hurting yourself is not okay." He whispered. I leaned onto his chest, closing my eyes. I have now just realized my tears have stopped falling.

"I...love you too..." I whispered. Tord kissed the top of my head and we both fell in a nice, warm sleep.

Remember, hurting yourself in anyway doesn't do anything for you. It just feeds the urge to hurt yourself more. Before you do anything more, get some help from people who you love. Your family and friends care about you dearly. 

<3 I love y'all <3