Tomtord oneshot thingies i guess

Two for the price of one

"Puddles splashed around me with every step, water seeped into my shoes making me freeze, but I didn't care. I keep going, keep going, heart beating faster and faster, thumping loudly in my ears. I just ignore it, arms heavy from carrying my lover for so long, legs aching from running for miles and miles on end, but I don't stop. I knew if I stopped, there would be no point in trying, because everything I've ever loved, ever lived for, my entire life was resting in my arms, freezing cold and shivering from the midnight rain. And as I finally saw the dim, bleak view of a lit up building just down the road, a feeling of relief swept through my entire being, urging me to run faster and faster until I was just a mere meter away from the door. I slammed it open, nurses rushing in from every side, taking my beloved Tommy out of my hands and tending to his every need as I couldn't help but bite my nails in anticipation for the next three day-"

"Toooooord, you're overcompensating. It was just a hurt leg."

A few laughs and chuckles gained from their friends, Tom shook his head with a smile directed to his boyfriend, Tord merely pouting at him. An aww leaving the Brit's lips, Tom gave his lover a soft peck on the cheek to make up for ruining his story, before he told his own, less dramatic version of it.

"What actually happened was we were walking down a sidewalk to go home, and it started raining a bit, so we sped up and I eventually slipped and tore a muscle in my leg. Tord picked me up and carried me to the hospital. Those 'miles and miles' he walked were only about half a kilometer, and I wasn't in the hospital for more than a day. Turns out my leg just needed a bit of rest, so I was out pretty soon and had to stay in bed for a few weeks."

Tom ended the story with a sweet smile before looking over at his grumpy boyfriend. Tord's arms were crossed with a pouty frown on his lips.

"My story was way more exciting. And if anything, you're undercompensating, Tommy! You didn't just slip, you practically skid over the wet ground and got completely wet! I still ran to the hospital, and we both agreed it felt like miles and miles!"

Tom's turn to roll his eyes, a chuckle slipping his lips with a sigh ending it off.

"Ok, I'll give you that one."

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Dropping the weight back onto the ground, Tord wiped the sweat off his forehead, huffing and panting as he sprinted down the field, eventually making his way to the end and coming to a stop. Tom pressed the stopwatch, humming unsurely as he made his way up to the other.

"How's it looking, Tom?"

His robot arm stretched out to grab a water bottle, he gulped the liquid down without a second thought, mentally cursing himself for the burning sensation in his throat. Tom wrote the time down on his clipboard, not answering the question until his leader barked at him for the answer.

"It's.. um..."

He looked away, slightly afraid to tell the other what he wanted know. Tord raised a brow, coming over to him, wiping the sweat off his well build body with a now dirty, white towel.

"It's worse than the last result by one minute and twelve seconds."

Frozen, almost shocked by what his secretary has said, Tord let Tom's words sink in with a heavy heart.

"...Worse?"

The man looked almost heartbroken, going around to check the results himself. His worries validated, Tord took a moment to sit on the bench, an expression of disbelief on his face. A hand carding through his hair, mind wandering and racing as his lover sat himself on a spot beside him. Reaching a hand out to place on Tord's shoulder, Tom spoke with a voice, gentle and sweeter than honey.

"What's bothering you, love?"

Tom's digital, green dots met Tord's one good eye, a few seconds of stillness running through the two of them while emotion bubbled up in the leader. A heavy sigh, Tord sat himself up, shaking his head.

"I'm losing touch with this. I used to be able to do this course so quickly! I just.."

His brows furrowed, Tord took a second to collect his thoughts before standing up again.

"I just need to keep doing the course over and over again."

Before he could say anything, the Brit watched as his lover already made his way over to the starting line. He held his arm up, signalling Tom to prepare the timer. A grumble left the man's lips as he raised his hand, counting down from three and setting the timer to go off as soon as Tord did.

The Norski leapt over bars before sprinting down to the end of the track, crawling under barbed wire and hopping through old, unusable tires. Turning a corner, he made his way over to a thin tunnel, squeezing through it before running up to a couple of weights on the ground. Pulling them up thirty times with each arm, he dropped them without wasting time, using as much energy as he could to make it to the finish line.

Again, Tom wrote his time down without speaking a word, and again, Tord asked to see it.

"Tord, you did this lap after running the full course before.. You really can't expect it to be any better."

A glint of anger in his eye, Tord stomped up to Tom, scowling.

"I demand to know the time, Thomas."

The secretary gulped; when Tord used his full name, that always meant trouble. Avoiding to meet his lover's gaze, Tom spoke in an almost monotonous fashion.

"That course took half a minute longer than the last one."

A pause, piquing Tom's curiosity, he reluctantly looked up to see Tord fuming, spinning on his heel to walk over to the starting line again, this time Tom following closely behind.

"Tord, what are you doing?!"

Positioning himself at the beginning, Tord raised a hand without facing Tom, speaking with a powerful, dominant voice.

"I'm doing the course again until I get better at it."

Frustration growing in Tom, he finally voiced his own thoughts, speaking with enough force to match Tord's.

"That won't make a difference! You're just tiring yourself out!"

However, Tord ignored him, eyes narrowing as he glared at the field. He began counting down from three, Tom needing to press the button and watch his boyfriend take off down the field once again.

As Tord was making his way down the track, Tom already packed everything up. By the time Tord finished the course, he was met with Tom stopping the timer without writing anything down. Confused and very out of breath, he looked at Tom with a bewildered expression, body flushed and covered in sweat.

"What's the result?!"

Tom shot him a blank glare, not speaking a word to his lover as he began walking away, leaving his leader confused and unsatisfied.

"Thomas! Where are you going?!"

He caught up to him, Tom keeping his head up without turning to face the other.

"I'm going back to our room to take a shower. You're welcome to join me if you'd like. You need one."

A brow raised, Tord grumbled, going in front of the other.

"Thomas, tell me the result."

Blocked in his way, though that didn't stop Tom from walking around the other, completely ignoring him. His actions left Tord with evergrowing frustration, eventually pulling Tom's arm back to make him stop.

"Answer me, Thomas."

Stern and cold, the voice used mixed with the threatening glint in his eye made Tord appear like a lion about to devour a prey. Finally meeting his gaze, Tom wasn't intimidated, keeping himself upright as he spoke.

"I'm not telling you the result, Sir. You're not in any condition to be pushing yourself this much in one day, anyway. If you really want to know, I'll tell you after we both take a break and calm down."

Once again moving out of Tord's grasp, Tom stopped before he walked again, looking back at his lover.

"And if you're just trying to prove how fast and manly you are, there's more than one way to do that."

A wink and a seductive smirk, Tom turned to walk back inside the Red Army base, leaving Tord to awkwardly rub his arm and watch his boyfriend shake his hips with every step. With a defeated sigh, Tord followed after his lover, opting for the choice to regain his strength.

He'll try the course again tomorrow.

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I uh... really need to apologize for not uploading anything in so long..
Apart from the last oneshot.. but that was written in literally one hour as a challenge.

I've sunken into a somewhat writer's block..
This 'oneshot' is supposed to bring the topics bothering me up..

Trying to make everything more.. detailed and dramatic.
But that just isn't entirely my writing style, despite how much I love reading books like that.
Being less and less confident in my stories, but still pushing myself to get something done, not that it's necessarily good. 

I've tried writing the beginning of a new, full blown story 3 times, each one making me less and less motivated to continue.

I'll be back eventually, though.
With more oneshots, another large book, smaller projects on the side.
Thank you for sticking with me quq
Sorry for the lack of updates, once again u-u

Have a pleasant life quq