You're Sweeter Than Sugar [Tomtord] (EW){Soulmate AU}

Chapter 1:Just the Start

The breeze blew in a rough, but gentle wind against the boy. The red wearing young man sat upon a grassy hill side, gazing down as people walked by. Perhaps maybe even silently judging some.
As stated before it was a chilly, windy autumn day. October. The trees were a lovely firey red, or crisp brown and orange. Rarely a sunny yellow. But, Tord liked it that way. It all belended nicely, the colors that is.
The norsk inhaled the sent, cinnamon, after exhaling as he stood up. Taking one last look around before walking down the hill. On his way he passed a statue of a man on a horse finally exiting the park,heading home. Hands concealed in his hoodie pocket.
His shoes, clacked against the soild concrete side walk. Leaves fell over head making it one of the most loveliest scenes. Like something out of a movie. Tord stopped by the bakery, opening the small beautiful door. A ding of a bell overhead welcomed him in. The sent of bread and sweets made his stomach twirl and grumble with excitement.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Prume,having a lovely day? " He spoke, his accent thick and charming. English a little sour.

"Why yes it is Mr. Rosemary" Responded and old American accent. The Baker was about in her 70's, a sweet, sassy personality to accompany it. Ironically enough the lady owned one of the sweetest bakeries in the city.
"So what would you like today? A dozen of strawberry mochi? Matcha cake? A serious strawberry...? " The woman question, playfully asking the last choice.

Tord giggled "no,ma'am feelin' serious enough today. Besides I only wanted to drop by to see you, and maybe see if you need help? "

"Oh Tord, sometimes I just don't see why your parents treat you the way you are. You really are too kind to be related to those two rotten sc-" Tord cut her off by giggling.
"Mrs. Prume..." Tord started, " I really am fine with it, besides for most of the day I'm not even home." The sassy woman waved a hand as if to say 'oh,stop that'
"I guess I have one job for you, but your taking some mochi for the road boy. " She sassed, walking to the back, Tord chuckling as he followed.
"Could you perhaps unload the boxes from the truck over there and set them in the kitchen? My old lady joints just can't handle them. " She pointed a finger to the opened pick up truck with boxes loaded in the back. Tord nodded, getting to work. A smell of cinnamon, ginger,milk, egg, etc, etc, hit him as he walked closer. It was almost over whelming. He picked up one of the old crates(which was surprisingly, actually heavy) and lifting it up carrying it into the kitchen wobbling as he did.

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When Tord had first started it had been 4: 58. Now it was 7: 40,as he dropped the last crate onto the kitchen floor.
"Rosemary, I would like to offer you a job at my bakery. " Prume had startled Tord, rocking in her chair in the kitchen. "You've been so kind to help someone such as me. And sadly I'm getting rather old for all this hauling and movin'." She paused, " I want you to be my lil' helper.I have thought about this for some time really,and I think I want all my recipes,my apron,my bakery. To be passed down to you."
Tord was speechless, he never thought she would do this, what happened to her daughter? Did she just not like the idea of cooking? Well, as he thought of it she never really hung around her mother.
"W-why me Mrs. Prume..? "
"Simply because you've shown you're willing to put the effort into it boy. Besides you're like a son to me Tord."
The words son made the boy want to cry. His parents never dared to call him their 'son' not once. He nodded accepting the offer after a processing the idea and hugged the sweet lady.

~♥

Days went by as the Prume taught Tord all of her secrets to her magical tasting treats. And how to run the store of course. As the days went by it became natural for Tord to make, bake, and run the bakery. As the days went by, Prume only grew older, and weaker. It was obvious.
One day she collapsed, lucky Tord being there to catch her. One day she said

"Tord,I'm starting to fall over myself. The day I die, this magical kingdom of a place will be yours" At least that was how Tord heard it. He told her not to think that way because she was going to make it through. That was on October the twenty first. On October the thirtyth,a year later she passed.

Tord attended the funeral, tears streaming down his face,down,down onto his black blouse.

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At home thing weren't any better for the boy as he locked himself in his room. Getting over Mrs Prume's passing was the hardest thing Tord's ever done. But, he had bigger things to worry about. Not only was he going to run the bakery. He was turning 18,in less than 3 days.He was going to finally make contact, with his life long partner. He was going to meet his soulmate. And that was just the start.

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Hi, I swear I'm going to continue pastel freak(maybe). I just need a little spark of idea. But hey I threw something at you people though right? So I hoped you enjoyed this sappy sad cliché chapter~