"ѕσfт вσу"

"let me kiss it better"

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Tord stared blatantly at the flat tv screen playing a show that brought out the inner psycho in him; criminal minds.

He'd say he was somewhat invested in the series, somewhat. But the sly smirk that played his lips whenever he watched an episode said otherwise.

As the episode began reaching it's climax the Norski looked to his side, the sound of shuffling caught his attention and he turned around on the couch; his right arm hanging off the back end holding the remote and his chin resting on the outer hardened design.

Tom stood in front of the Norski; he wore a loose pastel pink shirt underneath a baby blue cardigan that sized up to his upper thigh, his white high waisted drawstring shorts seeming to perfectly fit his torso. The boy held a bag that seemed to have come from the freezer in his small hands, entranced by the action displayed on the tv screen, eventually turning into his blushing state once he looked back at Tord and caught him staring.

Tord paused the show and smiled at the Brit.

"What do you need sweetheart?"

The smaller boy looked down at his checkered socks and then up at Tord, then to the bag in his hands, then back to his socks.

He mumbled something to himself and Tord raised a brow, if what the Brit said was targeted to him then wow, not even a Bat at a 5 inch radius could've heard that.

"Doll, you have to speak up, I can't hear you"

Tom groaned and Tord held back the urge to roll his eyes, he sighed and waited for Tom to speak, only receiving silence.

"..nu- gher"

Something escaped Toms lips, it was barely heard, and barely English, but this is what Tord had to work with.

"Okay baby..you're- at a 3 and I need you at a 7."

The Brit took a deep breath, he gathered all of his courage and finally, let his words descend from the heavens.

"NUGGER!"

The Norski's eyes slightly widened at the sudden demonic noise that left Tom's lips, was he trying to curse or something cuz damn okay.

Tord finally stood up and walked over to the Brit, Tom getting slightly frightened with every step he got closer, he wasn't supposed to scream at Tord like that or he'd get upset, but he said he needed to speak at a 7, what the hell is a 7?

Putting his fists up for self defense Tom dropped the bag in his hands, Only now did Tord really see the blood seeping through Tom's cardigan, which covered his knuckles like every other long sleeved piece of clothing he wore.

"Thomas what's this?"

Pointing at the blood stained cloth, Tord walked closer the the Brit, Tom flinching and backing himself onto a wall.

Tord gently grabbed Tom's wrist and Pulled his sleeve up, revealing the bruise on his hand, he examined it to make sure it wasn't self inflicted and looked up at the Brit for confirmation, his eyes flickering to the Brits dark voided ones, Tord's Expression changing from playful to downright serious and ready to tear open whatever anthropoidal thing did this to his boyfriend.

Tom could feel the Norski's intimidating stare through his closed eyelids, avoiding the situation wouldn't make it any better so he just caved; opening his eyes on the verge of tears he sobbed out,

"I was try, -ing? to make- Nuggers, and I huwt myswef.."

Tord looked away and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself; Nuggers, oh my gosh that- uh uh, he probably doesn't know what that sounds like, why the fuck is he so innocent?

The Norski slid his hands under Tom's bruised one and held it gently, his fingers holding the underside of Tom's hands and his thumb lightly caressing around the slightly bloodied skin around his knuckles.

"Tommy bear can you go and wash your hands for me?"

Tom looked down at his already burning hand and whined, his tears finally falling from his eyelids.

"W-wiff soap..?"

Tord nodded and the Brit hesitantly pulled his hand away from Tord's, looking down as the Norski rolled his sleeves up so he wouldn't get them wet, his hand already hurt, burned for Jehovah's sake! And now he's being told to wash it, what kind of madness is this?!

"Can you grab the little med kit for me too Tommy bear?"

Tom nodded and smiled a bit when Tord lent down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

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As soon as the Brit turned the corner down the hall to the bathroom Tord let out the heaviest, most gruesome groan to mand kind ever.

Why was Tom so cute? He didn't know.

Why was Tom so adorable? He didn't know.

Why is Tom literally so precious?

He.

Still.

Doesn't.

Know.

Tord bent down and picked up the bag that Tom had dropped, of coarse, it was a pack of dino nuggets, that's what he was trying to say, not nigge-

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"..."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Unfazed by the sudden scream in his face, Tord finished applying the acid to Tom's knuckles, he stared at the clean wound and furrowed his brows once he noticed the bruise was actually multiple cuts, the blood had just been spread out from being covered by his cardigan.

"Baby can you explain exactly how you hurt yourself?"

Tord's voice wasn't as calmed as it was before, he sounded more serious and..angry?

Tom looked down at his hand and watched as Tord neatly wrapped gauze tape around his fingers.

"Erm..I was opening da baggie to make nugge- N-nuggies..cuz you were asleep so I used a nife to opened the baggie but I cut mysweff, but I wanted my nuggies so I turned the, fire machine? On, an I burn mysweff"

His voice trailed off once he realized Tord was done but was still holding his hand, he felt like a blushing mess.

"Sounds like you should've woken me up huh?"

Tom perked up and nodded slowly at Tord, not really knowing if the Norski was mad, or angry at him, same difference when it came to Tord.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

"Y-yeah.."

Tord gently lifted up the Brits hand in his and kissed the now covered bruise, he felt the boys hand get slightly warmer and detached his lips from it, a look of amusement spreading across his face.

In all honesty Tord thought Tom had already gotten over getting flustered when he did the smallest thing for him, so to see it just warmed his heart uwu

Tord leaned over and wrapped his arms around Tom's body, falling onto him as he peppered him with kisses all over his face and neck, the Brits light giggles and playful pleads to stop filling the room.

"I love you Tordle"

"Love you too Tommy bear."

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Tom: "Turdle I didn't turn the fire machine off"

Tord: *Runs to the kitchen*

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'I love you precious'