Tomtord oneshot thingies i guess

Presents

For: GreenFlames09 UuU ❤️
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"It's not like I wanted to get you anything! Edd just made me buy you a present since it shows I 'care' or something.
I don't, but here."

Tord stood before the seated Tom, holding out a poorly wrapped present to the other. The top of it was exposed, a very clear shape of a bottle fitting into Tord's hands. He hadn't even bothered to cut the excess wrapping paper away.

After staring at the gift for a second, Tom snorted at the other, taking the bottle from his hands and smirking.

"Gee, no idea what this could be."

Crossing his arms in annoyance, Tord rolled his eyes, standing with slightly lopsided posture. He slightly scrunched up his lips, letting out an annoyed huff.

"I couldn't be bothered wrapping it, ok! Just be grateful you're getting anything at all!"

A snort left Tom's nose again, finding Tord's reactions to be the best part of his birthday already. Especially the fact that Tord was forced to get something for the person he despises most.

"Awwwwww, that's so sweet, Tord! You must care about me sooooo much!"

Narrowing his eyes at the other, a smirk grew on the Brit's lips, leaving the Norski to grow agitated. That know-it-all, shit-eating grin spoke for itself, and Tord could hear it saying 'PUNCH ME'.

Though instead, Tord avoided eye contact with the birthday boy, scoffing in artificial disbelief.

"If I didn't get you a drink, you'd be whining about it all evening. I'm just saving myself the trouble so I won't have to put up with it."

Still grinning like a proud child making a macaroni picture, Tom felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him like a wave. Tord was thinking of his wellbeing - he had to!
And that was the best present of all.
That, and bragging rights for one full day.

"This gift really shows how well you know me, like seriously. Nooo one else would be able to get me something like this. Like - really, thanks so much, Tord."

Sarcasm dripped from every word, making Tord's blood boil. He knew Tom liked drinking; he even got him his favourite! Isn't that enough to satisfy the crabby Brit?

Judging by the nonchalant, casual, yet somehow evil-looking smirk on his face, it wasn't.

"Oh yeah? Be grateful you even got Smirnoff instead of this lip balm I was gonna give you."

Pulling out a small tube, from his pocket, Tord tossed the item onto the bed, honestly surprising the other by its appearance.

"...Why would you get me this?"

Tom picked up the tube, studying it cautiously. It was true, he did need a new one, yet.. how would Tord know he'd lost his old one?

"The way you constantly lick your lips is so annoying. Plus, they're always really cracked, which isn't pretty. Again, saving myself the trouble of having to put up with that."

Eventually, Tom had slowly raised a brow, finding the second gift.. quite extraordinary. They were simply two small objects that Tord had given him, yet it was two more than he had even expected.

Humming unsurely, Tom placed the lip balm on his nightstand, the Smirnoff bottle following shortly after.

Soon enough, the two found themselves silenced by the previous events. Neither spoke; Tom unsure of what to say, while Tord slowly grew curious to Tom's change of character.