Finding

(39) Thomas and Tom

He was miserable.

Tord could pretty much tell that Tom was miserable with the way he was getting easily angered and drank more. That, and the eyeless Brit had now even become violent and was fine on hurting the raven during their arguments.

It was as if Tord was finding himself back with his Thomas. The man during his original timeline was like this during their supposed college years but it was for a different reason. That instead of being miserable that he wasn't able to get the chance to attend the University that he wanted due to financial reasons; Tom was now miserable because, as much as he was now attending the University that they (both the past Thomas and the current Tom) wished, he was taking a degree that he didn't even want.

That if Thomas had wanted to become an accountant like his father in the original time; in this timeline Tom wanted to be a Chemical Engineer like the pineapple. And yet, both versions of them weren't still able to get what they wanted.

Right at this moment, Tom was taking Business Management and it was making the Brit all the more miserable.

Objects were being broken and empty alcohol bottles were being thrown. Tord watched as the eyeless Brit was angrily trashing his room in the Gold Estate while Matt and Edd were playing video games somewhere in the large house.

Tord knew that he shouldn't interfere since the brunet himself had said two years ago before he entered University that he shouldn't do anything. But with the way how things were going the raven was thinking how things are getting out of hand.

He wanted nothing more but to calm Tom as he felt like he was seeing how Thomas Rodgewell was when he was at the last of his tether. It was just down right concerning.

He just wanted to see the younger twenty-year-old version of the man who loved him so much to be happy.

And yet, Tom was having none of his words.

Thomas Bloodfield was ignoring him.

"Tom...."

"Shut up."

"Tom, stop this right now because you would only get hurt."

"Shut the fuck up, Commie!" Tom screamed as he came forward and slammed a half full bottle of Smirnoff on the raven's head.

Tord blinked as the bottle's glass broke and alcohol poured unto his head. Touching the part where he could feel blood to gush out, his green gem like orbs closed as he sighed. Opening his eyes, he ignored the dull throb of pain he felt and the blood that was dripping down his face.

"I know that you're angry, Tom. That said, if you only allowed me to intervene and have my father talk to your mom—"

"And what!? You'd convince my mom and the rest of my relatives to change their mind? Heck, they'll probably kick me out if that talk happened."

"So, what if they kicked you out, Tom? If that happened because of my interference then I won't mind having you live with me.

After all, you do know how wealthy I am and that's not including yet the inheritance that I'll get from my father. So, I can pretty much provide for the both of us. That, and my father doesn't mind having you around the house."

At that, Tord felt himself being pushed to the wall and pinned as Tom snarled, "What do you mean by living with you and have you provide for the two of us!? How can you even say such words when you always say that we're not even together?

Didn't you always say that I should find some woman? Some other person? How can you even say those kinds of things!?"

Wondering at such questions, the owner of green gem like eyes was about to ask what Tom truly wanted to convey when the eyeless brunet punched his hand on the wall just beside Tord's head and a sickening crack was heard. Those gem green orbs then widened at the sound and a look of concern flitted into Tord's face. "Tom..."

"Shut up! Stop caring about me when we're not even in a relationship, Tord! Stop acting like I mean anything to you when I don't."

Then as if lightning struck, Tord understood that this was not Thomas. This person in front of him could never be his Thomas.

For the other to push him away and not heed his concerns was enough to remind him that this was not the man and would never be the man who stood by his side all those years during the war. It was reminding him that this was not his most loyal soldier and adoring lover.

This was not and would never be his Thomas.

So, Tord allowed his anger to rise up and grasped the brunet's hand that pinned him to the wall. With his hand wrapped around the other's wrist, he snapped it and a loud cry of pain came from Tom as the Norwegian forced him to back off.

"Fine. If you don't want me to care for you as a friend then I don't mind being your enemy, Jehovah!

I only had the best intentions for you and yet you do nothing else but let your pride and stupidity get to you. You being miserable is your own choice.

You're just being your pathetic self. Same old classic stupid Tom." Tord growled out angrily.

"(1) Hvorfor kastet jeg bort tiden min på deg? (2) Jeg kunne ha gjort så mye mer og tilbringe tiden med andre viktigere mennesker." The raven scoffed and continued, "You know what?

I hope we don't ever meet again, Tom, because the next time we do we aren't going to be friends and I'll kill you with my own fucking hands since you don't like me caring."

Turning his back from the now pained eyeless Brit, Tord walked away and once again left his friends for the next couple of years.

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Translations:

(1) Hvorfor kastet jeg bort tiden min på deg? [Norwegian] - Why did I waste my time on you?

(2) Jeg kunne ha gjort så mye mer og tilbringe tiden med andre viktigere mennesker. [Norwegian] - I could have done so much more and spent the time with other more important people.