Summary:
Tord feels bothered by something and Tom thinks about what has happened.
Starting Notes:
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"Classic stupid Tom" - Talking aloud
"Classic stupid Tom" - Thoughts of a character
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It was now closer to Christmas and everyone else around him was happy. Well, except Tom of course. That said, the military and the rest of his subjects appear to be in such high spirits because of the upcoming holiday.
Heck, even the Resistance and the former government organizations were even too quiet and seemingly busy with something else which had Tord feeling like something was just about to go wrong.
The Norwegian then felt warm arms clad in blue wrap around his waist and a head place itself upon his shoulder. Easing his frown back to a more neutral expression, the silvernette heard Tom idly remark, "Something is bothering you."
Taking a deep breath, Tord gripped the Brit's arms and allowed himself to burrow deeper in the other's hold. "It's silly actually."
Tom kissed his neck to encourage him and had Tord reluctantly admitting his worries. "Something feels off, Tom. I mean, I don't exactly know what it is. But something is in me is saying to be careful."
"Hmm.... Thinking about it, everything seems to be peaceful. Far too peaceful."
"I know, Jehovah. It's like this whole thing feels like the calm before the storm."
"I understand. I'll have things investigated and make sure any possibility of coups or assassinations be cut down even before they are made to happen," Tom assured which had Tord relaxing and kissing the Brit's cheek as a thank you.
"Anyway, Tord, do you have any plans for the coming holidays?"
Snorting at the other's tactics, the Norwegian turned himself around and stared at green 8-bit eyes in amusement. "Seriously, Tom? You know everything about what's in my schedule. To ask in such a roundabout manner, you could just tell me what you have in mind."
The pleased grin that the taller man had at such words somehow made something inside of Tord twinge in guilt. After all, Tom was giving him his utmost love and devotion. Meanwhile, what could he possibly give the brunet?
He couldn't give what the man truly wanted.
He couldn't say those three words and even pretend to look at the man like he was his everything. He couldn't pretend that Tom was his everything.
Pushing back the bile rising up in his throat, Tord smiled and kissed Tom's stupidly grinning face.
"Faen.
Jeg er egentlig ikke noe annet enn et forferdelig monster.
I can't even do something right for the last person who's willing to stand by my side and believe in me. I can't even..."
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