Got the story idea from Hi-imfandomtrash/Headcanons
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After The End.
Edd, Matt, and Tom don't forgive Tord, nor do they trust him. Regardless, the only reason the let him stay with them was because the Norski is a...
Tord woke up to a dull ache in his stomach, but he brushed it off as a cramp, not wanting to believe that it could be a contraction. He slowly got up, rubbing his bump, which grew pretty huge to a point where his hoodie wouldn't fit him, so he had to use one of Edd's hoodies. Most of the time- ever since he was maybe eight months along, he basically stayed in his sleeping bag since the baby was getting pretty heavy which made it harder for him to sit up or stand so he kept himself bedridden unless somebody needed him for something or food was being served.
After a few hours of staring at the paper decorated ceiling, Tord sat up a bit and stood despite the effort he had to put into it, and he grabbed his ukulele, tuning it, before he strummed the strings and he sang the first lullaby he ever sang to his baby by heart.
I'm sorry I must go away... But I hope we'll meet again someday... Remember that I love you when your days are grey, Remember that I want you to grow up, and love, and play, May you someday be with me in a kind and warm embrace, I'll wait patiently until I can look upon your face, Please know my love for you will never be era- Tord groaned in pain as another pain hit him, but slightly stronger than the last. What the hell? Please tell me you're not coming today! I'm still not ready to leave you! Please don't go yet! Please tell me these are just Braxton Hicks!! Tord's thoughts swarmed his mind as his eyes widened.
Edd opened the door to give Tord breakfast only to notice that the Norwegian seemed distressed and in pain. So Edd set the plate next to Tord and kneeled down in front of the pregnant male. "Is everything okay?" He asked, only slightly concerned, especially knowing that Tord's kid could come any day now. "Y-Yeah...I-I don't feel too hungry right now...just put it in the fridge and I'll heat it up when I get the chance." Tord replied, feeling like throwing up at the mere scent of the food. "That's usually a symptom of labor. Are you sure you're okay?" Edd pried, "I'm fine Edd." Tord said, not wanting to hear the word "labor" at all. "Alright, just call if you need anything." Edd said, simply leaving the room.
Nononononononono...!! Please god don't let it be labor!! Tord thought in panic.
Throughout the day, Tord felt these contractions, but didn't say anything until they were so close that they were barely even minutes apart. Tord then finally had to bitterly accept that this was it...these were the last moments he'll ever have with his baby. Tord put his hands over his mouth and sobbed loudly as his water broke. His mind began telling him to push...it was repeating over and over again. Push...push...push... It haunted him more and more each time his mind said it. His sobbing got louder and the trio entered the room, Edd rushing to pull Tord's pants down and saw Tord's genitals (to describe it briefly, it's basically a penis without the balls in between the slit of a vagina.) and knew exactly how Tord was gonna birth this kid. "Okay...okay stay calm Edd...stay calm...Tord, push when you're ready." Edd commanded. A contraction hit Tord like a train and he pushed, screaming and cursing until the contraction ended and he stopped. "Good job. Tom, grab the earplugs." Edd said, looking over his shoulder to face the blue attired Brit. Tom sighed, but left without much complaint. Sometime soon, another contraction hit and Tord pushed with all his might. Tom came back in the room and handed Edd and Matt earplugs, putting his own in his ears afterwards.
The cycle repeated with a contraction, a push, and a SHIT ton of screaming and cursing coming from Tord until the baby was finally born, the baby letting out a loud shriek-like cry.
"It's a girl. What're you gonna name her, Tord?" Edd asked, holding the newborn girl in his arms as Matt cut the cord with disgust. (he isn't disgusted by the baby, he's disgusted by the fact that he has to touch something that has fluids on it.) "Idden. Idden Emilia and whoever's last name she's gonna take." Tord replied, making grabby hands towards the newborn girl, now rightfully dubbed Idden, with shaky arms and tears eyes. Edd noticed Tord's desperation and decided that he would stay true to his word of letting him say goodbye to Idden before they kick the Norski out. Edd went to the dresser and took a lavender colored and scented blanket and swaddled the child in it with care, handing her to Tord who shakily held her to his chest. "Hi Idden...I'm your papa, Tord Evan Larsinn. I'm gonna miss you so much- more than you'll ever know...I love you...so...so much. Please never forget this moment..." Tord said barely above a whisper as the tears streamed down his face and his heart became so heavy, it was as if he dropped it and it shattered into so many pieces. Suddenly he found himself singing softly, sniffling in between. You were my sunshine...my only sunshine...you were with me when I was in pain...you'll never know dear...how much I love you...cuz they took...my glowing sunshine...away...
Tord burst into tears as the pain in his heart consumed him. Edd, Matt, and Tom watched with a stoic look on their faces the whole time. Within themselves, they scoffed at the pitifulness of this pathetic, weak man. But further underneath it, a deeper part of them felt a speck-sized twinge of regret. "If you're quite done with the waterworks, its time for you to fu...dge off of our property." Tom said, not caring that Tord only cried harder at his comment. Nonetheless, Tord obeyed, planting a gentle kiss on Idden's forehead before he handed her over to Matt.
"Now Tord, I've done some research and it may be hard to walk for awhile, so just lean on me (when you're not strooong-) for support." Edd said, helping Tord on his feet and he escorted Tord out of the apartment and took the Norwegian to a random alleyway, setting him down behind a trash can. After that, Edd left without another word. Not even a simple "Goodbye." But Tord didn't say anything, neither, nor would he have done so either way. The Norwegian sat on the cement ground beneath him, feeling nothing, but empty, hollow, broken...
Unfixable.
(A/N: That's a wrap for the first portion of the story! Now this story will be put on a temporary hold while I come up with ideas for the next portion.
Also, here's a pic of Idden!
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