Finding

(11) Before Christmas

Summary:

Tom distracts Tord from being angry about the aftermath of his lie.

Beginning Notes:

"Classic Stupid Tom" - Spoken aloud

"Classic stupid Tom" -Thoughts

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"(1) Hva faen!?

(2) Seriøst, hva faen!?

Why did Tom have to lie about us thinking about marriage?" Tord internally complained as he paced their now shared quarters.

What was worse was that not only Paul and Patryck knew. Now everybody that was that directly working with them was sending their congratulations. "(3) Som, hvilken blodig faen!?"

Hearing the telltale sign of the door of their room closing, Tord growled in absolute anger and clenched his fists as he debated on whether he should beat the living shit out of Thomas. That being said, it looked like the Brit was able to get the gist of his thoughts since Thomas did his best to distract him with a kiss.

The kiss was gentle at first but slowly devolved into something sinful and devouring. Tongues were intertwined and Tord's breathing was starting to become sluggish as his breath was being stolen from him by the taller man.

Then as if on cue when he almost felt like he was going to faint due to the lack of oxygen, Thomas finally released him so that the both of them could catch their breath.

"You're a bloody fucking bastard, Tom," Tord complained in pants as he used his robotic arm to moderately punch the brunet to make the other back off in pain.

"Oh c'mon, Tord," the Brit entreated as he continued, "I didn't mean for things to end up like this. But, with the way Paul and Patryck were asking, I couldn't tell them the truth. We both know that you wouldn't want that."

"So, you told them we were thinking of marriage!?" Tord burst in annoyance as he further distanced himself from Tom and crossed his arms.

"Look. I'm sorry that this nonsense happened. That said, it isn't like people know that we're engaged or anything. As what public knowledge is, they know that we're thinking about marriage, but it isn't like we finally sealed the deal of when would it happen.

That, and I haven't even proposed to you yet, so you have nothing to worry about. We could just say that we're closer and touchier with each other since we're having the idea and making plans. But there isn't anything concrete yet in the works," the brunet appeased as he walked a few steps Tord but stopped as he noticed how the Norwegian was getting more closed off with each step he took.

Silence permeated the air and Tord, in a way, understood Tom's point. He understood it quite well. Nonetheless, the more emotional part of him was bristling in anger since the very news of them considering marriage was pretty much further stifling the possibility of him meeting the person he would fall in love with.

True, it was quite rather silly for him to even entertain such a notion. However, Tord knew that as much as he was a monster that could pretend to be so unfeeling, he knew that he still wanted be loved and in turn give such feelings of love back.

That as much as he wanted to destroy and remove such a pathetic part of him; Tord knew that he still yearned to have such an experience of giving love back. In a sense, to be able to attain such a state of falling in love, made him think that he isn't a messed-up mistake that's nothing more but comprised of ugly flaws.