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Drunk people tend to be honest

(Tord x Tom)
• Art credit to dditjmej on tumbrl •

It was a Sunday evening, everything was quiet and calm. Edd was in his room, drawing, Matt committing his night skin routine and Tord lying on the couch reading hentai. Pretty much a normal evening in the house. Talking about Tom, he was most likely in a bar or something, drinking his brain cells off as usual.

"I'm going to sleep, my beautiful face needs a rest."

Tord rose his head only to see the ginger leaning on the railing, smiling at him. "Night, Matt," Tord said, already paying attention to his magazine again.

"Night, Tord." Matt grinned and walked up the stairs so say goodnight to Edd as well before he'd head to the bed.

"Edd?" The door opened and he had a chance to see the brunet sleeping on the table, pencil still loosely positioned in his hand. A small chuckle left the ginger's lips as he took the pencil from his sleeping friend, grabbing a blanket and putting it over him.

"You really should fix your sleeping schedule, Edd.." he mumbled as the door closed behind him and he walked into his room, finally being able to fall asleep in calm.

Tord sighed and leaned his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes for a bit and relaxing his body. But it didn't least long. His eyes shot open at the sound of the door closing. Tom was home.

The Norwegian sighed in annoyance. He just wanted to calmly read his hentai and now he had to deal with drunk Tom. Terribly drunk Tom. Tord wondered how did the man in blue hoodie even get home.

As the door closed, Tom immediately fell on the floor, laughing his ass off. The other just rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by the Brit's behavior.

"Go to sleep jesus.." Tord muttered in an unpleasant tone.

"Heyaaaa Tordyy~" the brunet cooed before bursting out with laughter once again. Trying to rise himself from the floor but failing miserably three times in a row. He pouted, obviously unsatisfied with the outcome.

"Help meeee," he called out to the other, curling his bottom lip, making a sad face.

The Norwegian looked at him, letting it being obvious how annoyed he was. Though he eventually rose himself up, walking up to the other. Wrapping his arms around the Brit's torso from back and rising him up to his feet. Mumbling some incoherent words probably in Norwegian.

Tom smiled shiny, turning around to face the other. A wide smile playing on his face. Which was really strange for Tom. He was never smiling.

Tord rose his brows in confusion but Tom was already falling on the other, wrapping his hands around the his body.

The Norwegian winced at the sudden contact, feeling completely taken back by the action. Tom showing affection to him?! Impossible.

But Tom was already petting his hair, humming in satisfaction. Making Tord's eyes widen in surprise. This was seriously getting out of control.

"Mhmmm~ Soft hair.. I like it," the Brit mumbled, snuggling closer to the other.

And Tord just stood still, completely confused and having no clue what to do. When he got a sudden idea. A smug smirk forming on his face, he took out his phone and took a selfie. Perfect blackmail materials. He snickered at the thought.

Soon noticing the Brit's body went limb. He hardly managed to catch him before he fell to the ground. Letting out a sigh. He suddenly felt a need to take care of the other.

Sure, he didn't have to but Tom was sleeping. He wouldn't remember it anyway. And he'd actually feel bad if he let him sleep on the ground in the hall.

Sighing once more, he lifted the other on his shoulders. Making his way upstairs and dragging Tom to his room. Eventually gently throwing him on his bed.

He went his hand through his hair, looking around. Tord expected the other to have a messy room though the opposite was true. It was actually pretty neat. Blue walls with many band posters, guitar lying in the corner and a table with lots of papers on it.

Tord smiled unconsciously. His eyes once again landing at the Brit. He didn't look so grumpy when he was sleeping. And neither when drunk. His smile was actually really cute. Tom should be smiling more, it suited him pretty well.

Shaking off these thoughts, Tord took a one last glance at the other before leaving the room. They were enemies. That was right. He shouldn't be thinking of Tom like that. Little did he know he would remind himself of the other's warm embrace more than he'd want.

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I'm finishing the older concepts so I'm posting this almost immediately before the last one but I bet you'd be happy. Thank you for all the support and new followers, I really appreciate it! This chapter is something I promised my best friend a while ago but couldn't bring myself to finish it. But here we go, I actually did it!