TordTom OneShots

Remnant [Angst]

Echoes of bickering bounced off the walls, consuming the space between Tord and Tom.

"You're a fucking asshole! All you do is work, you never give me the time anymore!" Tom yelled, gripping the paperwork against his chest. His visor was blank, seemed to have been malfunctioning of some sort due to the extreme emotions.

Tord sat at his desk, tapping his foot as he held his head in his hands. "I'm busy." He stated coldly, no emotion. He applied pressure to the sides of his head, tightly holding his eyes shut as he took a deep breath.

"You can take time out of your day to at least look at me for once! To have a nice conversation! To have a nice dinner together! To sleep in the same bed again!" Tom's voice raised by every word, getting closer and closer to just breaking out into a fit of tears.

It was a regular thing for the two. They've been married for 2 years now, dating for 7. Their marriage was fine for the first year but due to Tord's job, things piled up and he spent more time in his office. They both became irritated, tired, and distant. The two drifted and Tom seemed to be the only one who noticed and cared.

"Do you even love me?" Tom asked bluntly. He stood up straight and lowered his arms with the paperwork still against his body. He didn't want to hear the answer, yet needed it. The relationship was strained and he needed answers. If it was a one sided thing then Tom knew that he would have to just leave, give up, end it. He didn't like the thought, he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"You know the answer to that Tom." Tord replies, not even looking at Tom.

"Actually, no I don't, not anymore. I'd like to hear an answer from you, right now." Tom snapped back quickly. His body hunched slightly as he got closer to Tord's desk. There was a long pause, no words were said, Tord stayed quite as Tom shook his head. Tom threw the paperwork onto the desk, slamming his hands down with it, getting an immediate look from Tord due to the sudden movements.

Tom growled, "I'm done.." and took his leave. He threw the door open and slammed it shut behind him. His frantic steps could be heard through the door, down the hall as his boots hit the tiled floors.

Tord sighed loudly, gripping his hair with his hands and lightly tugging on it. The pressure in his brain got increasingly worse. Taking a quick glance down at his desk, he noticed a small object. The ring was laying on the desk along with the messy pile of papers.

It was made with pure gold and had both Tom and Tord's name engraved in it; something that cost a pretty penny. The ring that Tord had given to Tom during a vacation to the Bahamas. The ring he gave to Tom as he took to one knee. The ring he gave Tom as they stood face to face in the most beautiful and stunning suits, holding each other's hands, saying their vows. The ring he gave Tom that he wore every single day since their wedding.

Only to be left behind on the desk that Tord sat at for hours upon hours. The desk he sat at alone, isolating himself from everyone: his soldiers, his friends, his family, his... Tom. He sat there everyday, ignoring the people around him, committing himself to his work. But where did it lead him? Is this what he wanted? Was this the plan? He swore to do whatever it took to get what he wanted, to have the world. Was it worth it? He's almost there, so why wasn't he happy? There were so many questions, so many things that he needed answers to. He couldn't settle without the answers. Yet, he didn't have the energy to seek them. All he could do was sit there..

It wouldn't last long though. He knew that he couldn't leave it, he knew he had to do something. Tom ran off and he needed to get to him. He hated him, he hated the way Tom acted, but he knew that it was partially his fault. Tom had every right to act out, to question whether or not Tord even loved him. He sure as hell didn't show it, and Tord knew that but didn't ever acknowledge it. Until now.

He stood from his chair and grabbed the ring, shoving it into his pocket. Who knew where Tom could be now, who knew if he had just left, ran away. Tord took no seconds more to waste, he rushed out into the hall and ran. To where? Who knows. He didn't know. But he called for Tom, hoping for an answer.