TordTom OneShots

Strawberry Blond [Short]

Just a few days ago Tord had given into his feelings about Tom. It was a calm day, it had just finished raining gently, the wind still blowing slightly. Tord had asked Tom to take a walk with him outside. They had stopped at the park and rested on a small wooden bench, trees hovered above them as some leaves fell around them. A few minutes of talking and joking went by, the two enjoying each others' presence. He took that chance and told Tom everything; that he had felt that he may like him more than just a friend. Tom was shocked, he was so oblivious to all of Tord's attempts at flirting and being oh so kind to him. It was only then that Tom realized that. In a state surprise and unsureness, Tom had assured Tord that it was alright, but that he wasn't sure how he felt.

Now, Tom was in his room, Tomee bear in his arms, laying on the floor. Small giggles escaped his mouth as he thought of Tord. He didn't understand what the feeling was, he didn't know why he was so giddy. Any thought that popped into his head would only last for a few minutes before Tord took over his mind. He stood quickly and spun in a few circles, holding Tomee bear by his arms out in front of him. Laughs and small squeals erupted from Tom, stopping his spinning and holding Tomee tight against his chest.

It didn't take long for Tord to notice the noises coming from Tom's room. They did share the same wall after all. Tord stood from his desk and quietly left his room, closing the door behind him. Only a few steps down, he stopped in front of Tom's door and listened. It was silent for a while until a few quiet strums of an acoustic guitar was heard. Tord raised his head slightly and put his ear on the door, leaning his right shoulder against the outside door frame. 

Tom held his guitar in his arms and tuned it quickly, strumming to hear the chords. You could say he has perfect pitch, immediately knowing if something was off with any sound in music. He took a deep breath in and smiled as his heart raced. 

"Look at you, strawberry blond
Fields rolling on
I love it when you call my name
Can you hear the bumblebees swarm?
Watching your arm
I love it when you look my way." There was a pause just for a few seconds, the singing continued,
"Tord, Tord, Tord, Tord, Tord, Tord..." 

Tord froze, Tom was singing about him. Him, of all people. I mean, he is a strawberry blond, makes sense. He listened intently, Tord loved to hear Tom sing. It was something he knew Tom did, he was able to hear him sometimes at night, singing to himself when he thought no one else was listening. Tord was always listening. Falling deeper into that pit of love with every word he sang. He cherished this moment.