·TomTord shorts·

°Insecurities°

Artist: _wholesome_amy_
Source: Instagram
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"GO GET YOUR OWN!" Edd screamed as he punched Tord in the face making him fall back. Tord growled as he got up, not going down without a fight. Tord pulled Edd's hair and reached for a piece of bacon. Edd growled and tackled Tord to the floor as Matt and Tom sat and ate their plate of food. Matt continued to gaze lovingly at his reflection in his precious purple mirror.

"Hey Matt.", Tom started as Matt looked his way. "Why do you always look in the mirror? Why can't you just be narcissistic in your head?" Matt smiled that the topic was about him. "Well, you see Thompus-"
"Thomas. And don't call me tha-"
"When I look inside of a mirror, I can't help but adore me! I mean, I'm just perfect!"

Tord looked over at the two and decided to listen in the conversation after just biting Edd's finger.

"I'm beautiful in every way possible!"
"I have perfect beautiful eyes!"

Tord crossed his eyes in an attempt to look at them, failing of course. He brang his hand up to his eyes, thinking how it's two different colors. But Matt's two eyes are the same color..

"I have perfect hair!"

Tord looked up at his hair horns. How does he just notice now how weird they look!? Tord tries to pull back jis hair horns, he did it with so much force out of anger and stress. It didn't stay down, but it did become more ruffled.

"I have the perfect skin!"

Tord looked at his skin. God, why he is so pale?? Looks like a vampire!

"I make everyone happy!"

Tom and Tord don't get along, AT. ALL.  They're enemies! Matt and Tord are complete opposites! And Tord fights with Edd for bacon! He has something against everyone here!

"Oh, and my weight is on POINT!"

Tord looked down to his stomache. What the heck? This is so gross! He's so fat! That's so disgusting! He's probably fatter than Edd, Matt and Tom combined!

Tord looked at the plate full of bacon, then at his body. He finally decided that he wasn't going to eat. Edd must have agreed with the fact of Tord not eating his bacon since he yanked Tord's hair and pulled him to the ground.

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"Tord?" Tom said as he knocked on his door.

Tord has been in his room for a while now. But when he did come out it would be to use the bathroom. No eating, no socializing, nothing. To everyones suprise, Tom wasn't very pleased by it. He couldn't fight and say rude things to him. He seems to have TOO much free time in his day without that stupid Commie. And it's getting to the point where Tom misses him.

The door opened and Tord smiled up at Tom, which made Tom even more curious. "You've been off all week. What's up?" Tom said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "I don't know what you're talking about." Answered Tord as he crossed his arms.

Tom walked into Tord's room and sat on his bed. Tord began to walk to Tom with a brow raised. Before Tord made it all the way back, he stopped in his tracks. "Close the door and lock it." Tord listened to Tom's words. He turned around, locked the door, turned to Tom and sat next to him. "Well?" Tom asked. Tord tilted his head to the right. "Well what?"
"Vent to me."

Tord sat up straight and looked Tom in the eyes. "What? What are you-" "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Tord." Tord scoffed and looked down in silence. Tom waited, but still no responce. "I have all night. I'll wait. Take your time."

Tord knew Tom wasn't going to leave him alone until he talks. He looked away from Tom. "What do you think of me?" Tom looked at the back of Tord's head. "Huh?" Tord didn't want to repeat. "I think you're a good guy to be with. You have a decent sense of humor, you have cute little hair horns," Tom ruffled Tord's hair making the Commie giggle.

"How about my looks? Er, more specifically my weight?" Tom stopped smiling and looked at Tord confused. "Why do you want to know about how I think about your weight?" Tord shrugged. "Well, I think you shouldn't worry about how other people think of you. You're perfect." Tord's eyes widened at Tom's choice of words.

Tom wrapped his arms around Tord in a hug as Tord began to tear up. The red Norwegian smiled softly and hugged back. Tom pulled away and got uo with his arm out for Tord to take. "Well, what do you say I make us some food? I'll even make bacon." Tord looked at Tom with a hesitant look. "It's your favorite." He said with a smirk. Tord chuckled and placed his hand in his, Tom leading them out of his room.

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