TordTom one-shots

Maybe

Requested by: messypac

Hi hi, thank you so much for your request and I apologise for the wait. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it because I love writing tension scenes. Thank you again! ♡

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To say Tord and Tom tolerated each other...was an understatement. They could stand to be near each other and swallow in the silence for about a minute before Tord looked over and stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Until Tom was trembling from keeping in his crippling disgust and barking out a "what!" because it was rude and annoying and why would you ever need to stare at someone for so long if it wasn't to judge or mock them?

Tord would smirk and shush him.

Tom would then say, "Y-you...you came to me dumb—"

And oh so genius Tord would finish it off with a "It's difficult enough to look at you everyday, so shut it for once."

Of course, Tom would absorb the worst meaning rather than the face value of it all and his cheeks would stop blistering and his eyes rounded once more before he quieted down for the time being.

The cycle would continue with Tord quote-unquote winning and Tom alone with his self conscious leftovers. Truly each boy had different perspectives on what occured between them, Tord was sure his teasing was a success, the only time he hadn't thought that was when Tom teared—okay, another understatement—started crying and sniffling.

But Tord doesn't talk about that.

Now, there were times when Tord came absolutely seething with perverse humour and cool-headed nonsense out of the picture, however Tom had an actual filter and wouldn't poke the bear but...tonight was different. Tonight, Tom was at the wrong place, at the very wrong time.

The first initial sign was the slam of the front door and Tom almost dropped his glass cup, forcing himself to stay grounded, he was at his house, not his childhood one. But Tom faulted himself for not bolting the fuck out of there, despite the signs and despite how he trained himself better.

So he sat there, nursing his cup of water and awaiting the beast.

Now came the second, Tord was huffing and puffing and his cheeks were redder than Tom had ever seen them and suddenly the tension was the only air being breathed in. "What happened to you?" Tom asked in his usual tone, which subconsciously meant pissy, seeing a familiar face and a slightly familiar emotion forced it out of him and when silver eyes turned to meet his, he knew he made a mistake.

Tord almost stopped at Tom's expression, it was full of fear and concern and Tord was sure that if he'd ever see that expression, his anger would stabilize like a stale coke. But shit, it didn't happen, in fact, something in his gut stirred.

"Spare me the pity and leave me alone, I don't want to hear your voice right now or ever." Tord hissed, turning on the coffee brewer and snatching a cup from the drawer. It was a bland mug instead of his usual Iron Man coffee cup so yeah, he was in a mood.

Tom only seemed slightly taken aback before annoyance twisted onto his face, "me? Leave you alone? That's a new one, what in the hell happened?" He neared the horned hair motherfucker with a lazy pout and eyebrow raise but his insides twisted. He was yelling at himself to stand down and right now was not a place to save his pride or show that he slightly cared.