TomTord oneshots (English)

An au of mine I guess shdhdhfh

This au happens is the 19th century, where Tom and Tord and princes and their parents get them an arranged wedding so that their kingdoms can go together into one, making it more powerful and a lot richer. They don't really like the sound of that. Have fun reading!!

Tord got out of the car as soon as it stopped, banging the door shut and stomping his feet as he walked through his new house's entrance. His head hurt madly after the futile party that he had just escaped from- the same one that was supposed to be his own wedding- and his eyes didn't even dare to swing back to face Tom. The brit simply followed him with an annoyed look, and a revolted expression "No need to be such a scumbag" Tom started the fight out, marching torwards the norsk while throwing dumb name callings all around, making sure to piss his "lover" off as much as he could.

"You better shut that mouth before I shut it for you." Tord didn't even bother to answer him, busy enough looking for the key so that they could get in and finish that damn ceremony once and for all, even if it was 110% forced on both parts. His hands darted inside his pockets and as soon as he felt the cold metal in his fingertips he pulled the tiny bronze key and kept his focus more on it than on the other. Tord's face scrunched up in a weird dread when he finally remembered to add: "And don't you dare think that I'm flirting, dumbass! People that have the littlest amount of sense wouldn't even dare get close to you." he finally unlocked the door, going inside the house in a rush and already heading for the marble stairs, jumping over every step as he made his way up, too hurried to use the gold painted handrail to balance himself out.

"Oh and would you look at that! You're right here beside me and we just got fucking engaged!" Tom followed him up the stairs, stepping slowly, though quickly speeding as he saw the other rush himself into the almost seemingly endless halls. "And besides-" the black eyed male continued "I had a lot more suitors than you'd ever have in your whole lifetime! A beautiful ginger could be riding me right now, but nooooo!" Tord walked fast as he tried ignoring those comments, his breathing slightly rapid from his anger and from the slight workout. He wasn't really the strong type, after all.

"Sure, and I bet those were also princesses coming straight from the Netherlands, right? With their plastic smiles and tight pussies, riding a white horse while just waiting to marry an ass like you to get rich like the whores they call mothers!" The norski turned his body and walked backwards for a single moment, just to gesticulate exageratly and make a childish expression that was supposed to show disgust. He knew all about the deal with princesses and their love for money and power, especially since he had a sister, whom he was very close to when younger. Though Tom's reaction was to just slightly jerk back and stop on his tracks from the sudden movement. He couldn't believe that a member of the Larsson family could be saying so much bullshit at once. And so his eyebrows furrowed as he walked in an ever faster pace, almost fuming.

"After we get to that hellhole that is 'our' bedroom, you'll fucking see who's tight!" Tom answered meanly. They were borderline screaming at each other, not caring about their volume since they didn't even have neighbors to listen to their little discussion. The house price was separated in half with each one of the extremely rich families, so you could imagine that it truly was enormous and a dream fulfilling mansion. And to cerebrate the beautiful union of two boys, two families, two kingdoms, it needed to be something of highest stature: situated in the top of a hill, the waterfall that separated the two nations falling peacefully under it, and breaking into a magical fog. The view seemed like it was taken from a fairytale, even thought the two males disagreed.

Finally, Tord got in front of the bedroom door, though he turned around to face the shitbag he had to now call his husband, saying: "Oh how fucking dare you- I bet a guy like you is lucky to have 5 centimeters!" his shoulders were all scrunched up by his anger, his eyes finally directly meeting Tom's as he talked eagerly, on a high and strong tone even thought Tom was only a couple of inches in front of him.