Tords pov
Yeah, I got kicked out of my own army. Not exactly the most interesting backstory, the reason wasn't the best either.
Kill ONE soldier for misbehaving and suddenly you're a traitor.
So yeah, now I'm here, selling shoes and clothes, whatever will get me paid a decent amount.I was new to the town, so I wasn't exactly worried about anyone seeing me or knowing me.
The lads were alright and the ladies were nice to look at, so I wasn't complaining. I found an apartment pretty quick as well, nice place.I'm blunt, but some would say it's a virtue, though I'm not sure if they mean it in a good way, but it is what it is.
I had a nic for selling shoes the most out of all my products, it felt personal, you can learn a lot about a person from their shoes.
So I decided to go into the big business, so far I was doing alright.
I was busy stacking the shelves behind the counter when I heard the sound of the door open, but I didn't bother to turn around.
The girls in the self care aisle were getting annoying, I was considering kicking them out unless they bought something.
I don't have time for people to just lounge around, trying to run a business and all that.I heard the ring of the bell I kept on the counter, no one ever bothered to ring it though.
When I turned around I saw a shorter female in some pretty weird clothes, pastel pink high waisted skirt and a baggy white t-shirt tucked into it, when I looked further down I saw she was wearing black fishnets and big, boxy pastel shoes to match the skirt.
I had seen girls like this only on the internet, mostly in porn but hey guys gotta do what a guys gotta do."May I help you?" I asked, noticing her red face and keeping back a chuckle.
"Y-yeah sorry." She said, letting out a small laugh and scratching her cheek, "I'm not exactly sure how to go about this but uh," She looked down and turned even more red, "I-I need shoes, I didn't know if I would have to call in or come in so I just decided to test my luck. "
I nodded, pointing over to where all the shoes were, "Well we have a pretty extensive selection if you'd like me to-"
"Custom shoes." She interrupted.
"Ohh I see."
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You're My Aesthetic Tord x Reader
FanfictionA shoe salesman A girl who loves aesthetically pleasing imagery Mix the two and it makes things quite interesting this au takes place in a world where Tord gets kicked out of the army and goes on to find a love for selling things, specifically shoes