One Shots {♡Tom Tord♡}

Soul Love

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Humans were greedy, but it became worse with the new experiment. combining soul energy with love, was a mistake.
People have crushes and give a bit of their soul to that person they crush on.
With the less soul you have, it becomes your end.
It was the governments way to lowering the population.
People died and it was mostly on the experiment then daily deaths of accidents or murders.
Nobody understood why it was decided, people were upset.
Protests were made, but nobody could change what was already done.

Of course this was different to a certain brit and norsk.
The norsk lived his days gaining souls and life, making people fall for him just for the fun of it.
If they died, he didn't care.
He just got extra soul bit from that person, he wasn't gonna stop what he was doing. He also promised himself to not fall in love.
The brit on the other hand, stook to bot falling for anyone, of course he gotten a few soul bits. He just didn't care about love.
Of course the two had no clue on the others existence.
They just went about there day as if it was normal.

The norsk had decided to head outside, taking a walk. He flirted with a few people to gain soul bits.
It was just his typical everyday scheme.
It was like gaining money to him.
He just enjoyed his life and how he lived it.
He wasn't rich, but if he could change it into money. He probably be rich.
But that wasn't the case.
He hoped for love love ago but after the experiment was made, he preferred to staying alive.
This was all fun and games to him.
He had continued to walk down the sidewalk, staring at the ground.
It was until someone had ran into him, he was knocked off his feet and onto the ground.
"Shit, you alright?" A slightly deep voice with a british accent.
The norsk looked to stare into black voids, it mesmerized him.
"Uh, ye-yeah." He said, taking the brit's hand and being helped up.
He felt his cheeks flushed and realised what was happening.
He tried to stop himself.
He couldn't crush on this complete stranger, it wasn't right.
"Why were you in a hurry anyway?" The norsk asked.
"C-Can ya help me out?" The brit asked, the norsk raised a brow.
"How so?" He asked.
"That." The brit pointed, a few girls were rushing there way over.
"I'm not interested in falling in love at all, those girls are trying to ask me out." The brit explained.
The words on hearing that the brit wasn't interested kinda broke the norsk's heart.
"Yeah, would you like me to distract them?" He asked, showing a small smile.
The brit was taken aback by the kind gesture.
He honestly wished to know the norsk more.
"Please, I'll back you back the next time we meet." He said, the norsk nodded.
"Head down the alleyway, it leads to the other street. Barley anyone uses it." The norsk said, the brit nodding and taking off.
He took a peak at what the norsk was gonna do.
"Ladies, why in a hurry?" The norsk asked, his attempt at his charm on them.
The brit smiled softly, thankful for the norsk's help.
He hoped they meet again.

It was a few laters on there next encounter, the two had bumped into each other at the store and began talking.
"So where are you from? Your accent is different." The brit asked, the norsk flushed.
"Norway, it took me some time to learn english." The norsk said, smiling softly.
The brit had nodded, them just standing there.
"Thank you for what you did before, with the ladies." The brit said, the norsk nodded.
"I could use extra soul bits, I don't care about them." He said, the brit just chuckled.
"Funny how you try to gain and I try to not fall for anyone." The brit said, the other showing a toothy smile.
"Oh come on, there has to be at least one person." The norsk said, nudging the brit with his elbow.
The brit just flushed in the cheeks, he just sent a glare towards the norsk.
"Knock it off, I won't fall for anyone." The brit said.
"Even me?" The norsk asked as a joke, his heart had then sunk.
"Even you." The brit said.
The norsk just lightly chuckled.
"Yeah, I was joking." The norsk said.
He was upset in himself for falling in love and hoping.
"Here." The brit had handed the norsk a slip of paper, it had numbers on it.
"What's this?" He asked, the brit just chuckled.
"My number, so we can hang out again." The brit said.
The norsk softly smiled.
"Alright." The norsk said.
Both waving goodbye, heading seperate ways.
The norsk had looked the number over, happy he had contact with the brit but wished for more.
He wanted to be more then platonic friends.
He just needed to hang out with the brit more until he falls for him.
It was perfect.

But after that, days had gone by and then weeks.
Them hanging out and them just being friends, the norsk felt upset everytime.
His soul bits being handed over to rhe brit and he couldn't do anything.
He had went to a soul check up the next day.
"Hello sir!" A nurse said, she showed a kind smile.
Beginning her procedure.
A new way was performed to check on souls and how long they had left.
The norsk wasn't doing to well.
"Well, it seems your running out of soul bits. You will have to use them wisely." The nurse explained.
The norsk nodded and left.
He knew where they were going, he just hoped the brit didn't suspect it was him.
Just like, the brit passed him and he got a warm smile from the brit.
Watching as he entered to get his procedure done.
The norsk just sighed, he decided to leave.
He needed time, just away from everything.
Just exiting out the door.

The brit sat in the chair and waited, it only lasted a minute.
"You, have a lot of soul bits. You don't have to worry about even dying." The nurse said, the brit sat in shock.
His confusion on how he got so many was then replaced.
He now realized, the norsk.
He took soul bits for a living and now fallen for him.
He hadn't even noticed, the guilt had that made it's way into his heart.
He had to make it up to him.
The brit thanked the nurse and rushed out, he didn't see the norsk.
Leaving the building in search for him, even trying to call.
He just earned voice mail.
The brit teared up, he needed to find the norsk.
He tried to call again, it was when he heard the ringtone.
It was over in an alleyway, the brit began walking over.
He entered and covered his mouth, the norsk laid on the ground.
The brit rushed over, holding the norski up and in his arms.
"Tord! Wake up please." He pleaded, tearing up.
He couldn't loose the norsk, it would break his heart.
Just figuring it out and having it ripped from his arms.
"T-Tom?" Ths brit jolted, looking down to see the norsk with eyes open.
"Holy shit, you okay?" He asked.
The norsk nodded.
"Just my soul bits." He said, resting his head against the brit's shoulder.
"Tord?" The brit questioned.
"I'm on my last one Tom." The norsk said, the brit's heart beat picked up.
He panicked.
"I want you to have it." The norsk said.
He showed a small weak smile to the brit.
"You aren't gonna die." The brit said.
"What do yo-" the norsk was cut off.
Lips were on his as he slowly closed his eyes, his arms going around the brit's neck. The brit holding the norsk close by the waist.
Weight felt lifted from their shoulders and like they were whole again.
Pulling away and breathing heavily, bothing staring into each others eyes.
The brit began to smile and chuckle, pecking all over the norsk's face.
Laughs came from the norsk, trying to get the brit to stop.

They wouldn't have to worry about soul bits anymore.
They were both whole now and didn't need anyone else.
Afterwards the two had moved in together, a small apartment for the two of them.
"Tom! Where is the box that has my favorite things?" The norsk called out, peeking passed a corner.
The brit was just unpacking a box, taking things out.
"In the closet, where it belongs." The brit said with a smirk.
"Hey! My guns and hentai don't belong in a closet." He said with a huff, walking off to get his belongings.
"Yeah they do, don't want to get kicked cause of your addictions." The brit called out.
"Says the alcholic!" The norsk yelled and the brit erupted in laughter.

Everthing was peaceful.