Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Tord X Heartbroken! Tom

Quick, A/N. I have a different writing style and the title will only contain if it is a second part or not and basic plot line. Oh, the first person mentioned is the dominate one unlike before where it was random as hell. Last but certainly least, I may rewrite my old one shots. A/N's will still be at the bottom but this was something I wanted more people to see. Thank you for reading this!

Tom sat on distorted blankets looking at the wall in front of him. Translucent tears fell down his face and his broken and dissembled appearance seemed to represent his current life. Purposely torn black jeans fitted on his legs, showing that he tried to fit in with society but always found a way to be left behind. More tears flooded down his face as he tried to focus on the creaking of wood, not the one who broke him.

A smug smile fitted on the man's face in front of him, eyes gleaming with a new emotion to those hazel eyes. They normally burned with mischief but now they carried a sickening humor. The kind that made your stomach twist into knots as you looked at the person with uncertainty.

"You- you think I would love a freak?"

Freak, it seemed as though so many people had called the poor clad that in his life. To him, it seemed like a puzzle piece that was from a different puzzle but fit perfectly into his. Knocking out the rest of the puzzle with it's arrival.

"I thought-"

"Children cry when they see you! Rightfully so. My life has been nothing but a nightmare seeing a monster happy."

That's what he had been. Happy. A seemingly permanent frown arrived on his face as he reviewed that almost foreign word. Tears started to fall as if they were waterfalls, the male in an unusual deep red color just seemed to smile at the other's emotional baggage. Seemed to laugh at the weight he added and soon enjoyed seeing the blue man tug at. The only thing blaring in that male's ear was the sound of laughter mixed with drunken hiccups. He just got up and ran. Ran from his problems, screams encouraging him to run.

"Coward! Can't even face me."

Funny, that was the last thing he allowed himself to hear from his ex.

A breathe tugged at Tom's lips as he remembered everything clear as day. Hell be damned if he didn't agree with every word uttered from his ex's lips. Sobs raked his body and echoed through the room. Ugly cries for help parched his lips as he hit his head into his bent knees. Words echoed through his head, almost as if someone else was in his head with him. Fingers curled in his light brown hair as he just wished to be normal. To look normal, and most importantly to act normally. Soon, a small familiar bear was placed as his waist and circles were drawn into his back. The person near him didn't utter a word as they tried to mend the broken man. A skinny porcelain hand grabbed what was the only thing that he carried a stable emotional attachment to. Even then, the bear had tears through it's worn fur. The constant circles that traced his back seemed to soften the sobbing as he death gripped the stuffed bear in his hands.

"Tom."

   The other male was quickly identified by the broken clad with the thick Norwegian accent. Though he couldn't care less about whoever the healer was. The normally stubbornness was rubbed out of Tord's voice, replaced by softness and compassion. Something that the pitiful man craved and begged for. Though in the mix was a certain sternness and authority that could never be erased from his voice. For once, the need for respect wasn't angled at the person the red dressed male talked to. It was aimed for whoever had made that same broken alcoholic cry the tears of a storm. Though his cheeks had always been used to the tears of mist, Tord was determined to change that.

"Can you come out and eat?"

   Desperation dripped from his voice but the self proclaimed freak just violently shook his head, gaining a headache to add onto his lake of self pity. A lake that he was drowning in. The Norwegian man's grey eye's that were splintered with light blues and greens just scanned the other's skeleton like body.

"Please, at least tell me why."

   More tears started to build up in Tom's void eyes that reflected the room. The eyes that seemed so emotionless could just project how broken he was.

"Michael..."

   More calming circles were met with his back as his muscles seemed to loosen just a bit. A worried and steady stare was brought to Tom at the mention of what Tord thought was still Tom's loving boyfriend.

"Am I really a freak-"

   Traitorous tears and sobs interrupted his wavering speech. Soon he was enveloped in a warm hug that seemed to try and protect him from the world's harm.

"Am I really a monster?"

   The racing sound of Tord's heart beat gently pattered on Tom's forehead. More tears stained the red hoodie as the owner's face paled and reddened. How are you even supposed to answer that? 'Hey, I know I constantly said that you are a freak of nature and I'm only here because you wouldn't talk to Edd or Matt, even though it was really easy to get you to talk, but I mean... You're a pretty crybaby dude so na you're not a monster. It's just your eyes scare the hell outta everyone.' Even with these thoughts he just concentrated on trying to calm Thomas after what was obviously a fight or break up. Soon the only thing that the man in red could focus on was the fragile clad in his arms. The increased number of tears that ran down his face and the whimpering, sniffling, and hiccups that filled the room. The gentle hands that softly gripped on the extra clothe of the hoodie on his back.

"No, you could never be a monster."

   His voice was so sweet that it didn't only sound fake, but forced. Though, the broken man couldn't tell the change in his voice. The gentle rocking motion soon had the other male asleep in Tord's arms. The red clad  laid the male down and let the other's grip loosen on him. Only one thought was processed through the Norwegian male's head.

'Damnit, he still didn't eat anything.'

A/N
   Welp. That happened. (1111 words)