Tomtord Oneshots (Completed)

the maid is the best character

~3500 words

"Why do we have to go to Tord's house again?"

"Because we're having a movie marathon, of course," Edd replied, tossing his head to the side to look at Tom.

"Yeah, but why do I have to come when Matt isn't?" he huffed as he slammed the car door shut.

"Because Matt's out with his family, remember?" Edd shut his side of the car door, feet crunching under gravel.

Tom did nothing but let out an angry hum, crossing his arms as he stalked toward the front door.

"Finally accept defeat?" Edd teased cheerfully as they stepped up onto Tord's front porch.

"Maybe," he responded with a shrug before reaching over and pressing the doorbell.

Only two minutes later, a woman answered the door, young and sweet with blonde hair and pale pink lips. Her braids ran up into a ponytail, her wide blue eyes looking at Tom as she smiled, allowing him in but eyebrows furrowed at Edd.

"Err, who are you?" She spoke, her throat pillowed with a North-Germanic accent, most likely Swedish. Funny, didn't Tord speak Norwegian?

"Uhhh..." Tom said awkwardly, staring at the confused brunet.

"I'm Edd? Tord invited both of us here," Edd explained, eyebrows raised in suspicion. His gaze swept across both the maid and Tom. Tom only became vaguely flustered, refusing to meet Edd's eyes. "Why is he allowed in without any problem?"

"He come here often. Tord like him." The maid explained, English was not her first language but she got the basics down.  

Tord's slightly flustered cough broke from behind her, the maid spinning around and spared Tord a glance before gesturing to Edd. "Is he friend?"

"Yes."

She took a long glare at Edd before deciding to bombard him with questions along the lines of 'when did you two meet?' And 'what's Tord's age?' And other security like questions as Tord awkwardly stood in the background, giving Edd a pitiful glance.

"Uhhh— we met in high school, Tord is... shit, I don't know how old he is. But he said I was his friend! Why are you questioning me?" Edd asked, exasperated as he threw his hands up in the air. Tom snickered in the background, side-by-side with Tord.

"He could be trying to be nice." She narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed over her chest. "What is Tord hobby?" she asked, following up by "Did Tord have any pets or no?"

She was one hell of a security guard, golden locks softening the features on her pretty little face.

Tord leaned over to Tom, whispering a soft 'I love you' into his ear before walking into the kitchen to get a bowl of popcorn.

"Uhhh— he watches hentai and has way too many guns, and I don't think he had any pets? Listen, I've known Tord since high school, please, just let me in— Tom, tell her!" Edd begged.

"I never accept defeat." Tom grinned smugly, crossing his arms.

"You are wrong. Are you sure you are friend?" She was very suspicious of Edd, taking a broom from next to her as it looked like she was most likely going to chase Edd away at any second.

Tord finally came back with a bowl of popcorn laughing a bit. He tapped on the maids shoulder, reassuring her in Norwegian that Edd was a friend.

She then slowly made way for him, allowing him in as Tord smiled at Edd.

"Glad both of you could make it inside."

Tom continued to snicker as Edd glared at them. "You couldn't have told her I was your friend sooner? And what did she mean, Tom 'comes here often'?" he asked, crossing his arms as Tom's laughter finally died down.