Tomtord oneshot thingies i guess

Steady breaths

Tucked into bed again, the boy had fallen asleep in his arms. A kiss was planted on his forehead as Tord sat next to him on the mattress, stroking his hair. The only sounds heard in the room were the steady breaths coming from Tom, eyes closed softly and body relaxed.

Tord's feet couldn't touch the ground, his toes an inch from the hardwood floor. He swung his legs lightly while watching over his friend, noticing how the other stirred and twitched, his face making quick, hardly noticeable movements. Of course, Tord noticed them. He always had.

"Sleep good, Tommy. I love you..."

The child pecked Tom's cheek, his own turning a soft shade of red. He smiled warmly, heart fluttering while his feet lifted and pressed onto the ground in a rhythm, walking to his own bed.

Tord missed doing small things like that when Tom left. He missed watching him sing in the bedroom when he thought no one was watching. He missed cuddling him when Tom was upset. He mostly missed running hand in hand with him to the playground, playing tag in the grass while their friends stayed on the monkey bars and watched.

The ghost of a hand in his was all he could feel when he waved goodbye to his blue wearing friend, heart no longer fluttering and nights no longer spent with a smile on his face. All other boys in the room felt sad when he left, the four friends now a group of three.

Though, as years went by, Tord had almost completely forgotten about his friend. The one he used to snuggle with when he couldn't sleep. Tom, the boy he told all of his secrets to.He had more now, enough time passing by for him to lead his own life.
He moved in with his other two friends, the three of them living in a cozy house together. They all got jobs, hobbies, lives only linked to the others by their past and shared home.

As Tord grew up, tinkering became his favourite pastime. Not having his closest friend around to play with him meant he had to find other things to keep him occupied, small gadgets around the orphanage soon ending up in the hands of the small boy. He broke them, fixed them, soon showing telltale signs of natural talent when it came to these kinds of things.

It became a profession, keeping Tord busy as an inventor and engineer. His mind was always set on work, past memories in the godawful house he grew up in having no place in his thoughts. They were almost completely gone. No need for them in his head.

That being said, the bar was his favourite place to visit. He wasn't an alcoholic, though the frequent visits to the bar got him buzzed enough to put a smile on his face as if he were a kid again. Rarely did he get drunk, though it wasn't as if he would completely refrain from it.

A blurry outline of a man helping him walk, words going through one ear and out the other without being processed at all. Tord couldn't see where he was going, who was taking him, or what time of day it was to begin with. He was long gone, babbling on and on while the blurry figure beside him placed him in a car and drove.

"A-nD THeN! T-om sAid he WAs gONNA movE! I criEd and CRied..."

The car turned a corner, eventually pulling up after about ten minutes of driving.

"I miSs tHaT GuY. Di-d I Tel-L you I HaD the B-iGgEST CruSh o-on hiM?! He waS S-oOo cu-TE!"

A chuckle ringing in his ear, Tord's mind was starting to clear up, though he was still far from sober. He was brought into a house, sitting on a soft couch on which he almost fell asleep. The drunk man was given a glass of water, the liquid shaking softly in his grip.

"I-I mis-s Tom s-o mu-ch..."

With no control over his emotions, Tord found a tear rolling down his cheek, reality seeming to morph around him back to when he was a child. Toys scattered across the floor, a gloomy atmosphere falling on everyone. Grey skies seen through the window, sunlight seemingly forgotten and washed away from existence. Tom sitting on a chair in front of him, a glass of water fresh from the tap in his hands.

The reality of it all didn't strike him until he was pushed down onto the couch, the grey skies turning back to showing stars scattered everywhere across a black field. His lovely dreamlike state had faded away, his vision limited to only seeing the legs of the stranger laying him down on the bed.

A blanket was draped over Tord's heavy body, the Norsk trying to keep himself awake to find out who the stranger looking after him was. The feeling of someone tucking him in made him smile softly, his eyes shutting close and heart fluttering when a light kiss was planted on his cheek.

"Sleep well, Tordy. I love you, too."

Reality, or a dream? Tord couldn't tell the difference, Tom's warm voice sending him into a wonderful slumber, the touch of his kiss lingering on his cheek as his steady breaths rang through the room.

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For: MjelikART
(This probably isn't what you had in mind when you wanted a 'short story'...I dunno... This was kinda a short story qwq
Sry if it's not what you wanted, but I wasn't sure what you were asking for so... TwT
*huggles u*
It's oki if things aren't going well for you right now..
Everything will eventually get better quq)