Tordtom oneshots

Im a piece of trash

I'm very upset right now, so this will be a trash story.  I don't feel like taking my emotional pain on my other stories.

Tom was crying.  Me right now.  He had found out his dad had died in a car crash coming to see him.  He knew it was natural for people to die, but Tom loved his dad.  Edd and Matt tried to cheer him up, but nothing worked. 
Tord walked into the house and saw Edd and Matt whispering outside Tom's door.  He raised an eyebrow.  Edd and Matt shook their heads and pointed Tord to his room.  Tord nodded and sat quietly in his room.  He heard whimpers from Tom through the wall. 
"Must be something bad to make Tom cry." Tord whispered.
Tord peeked out of his doorway to see if Edd and Matt left Tom's door.  They did.  Tord snuck out of his room and knocked softly on the crying Brit's door.
"Go away!" Tom yelled.
Tord sighed.  He turned the door nob.  Of course it was locked.  Tord quickly and quietly unlocked the door. 
He saw Tom lying on his bed.  His face was in a pillow and a picture of someone was up on his phone.
Tom turned his head. 
"Come in here to make fun of a grown man crying." Tom growled.
Tord closed the door and locked it again.  He went over to Tom's bed and sat down. 
"Commie I'm not having sex with you." Tom stated firmly. 
"I wanted too know what's wrong Thomas?  Come on." Tord bugged.
Tom rolled over and faced the wall away from Tord. 
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.  I just wanted to know why someone I lo-. I mean tolerate is upset."
Tom didn't catch the almost mistake Tord made. 
"Commie.  Look at my text messages.  The most recent person I texted.  You'll have your fucking answer." Tom whined.
Tord took Tom's phone and went to his text.  The most recent one was from his mother. 
Sweetheart.  I'm so sorry.  Your father.  Oh god.
Mom?  What happened?
Mom...
Your fathers dead
Tom?
Thomas?
There was no other response from Tom. 
Tom started to cry louder.  Tord hugged him from behind.
"Tord. Get the *hic* fuck off me." Tom yelled.
"I can't.  I love you Tom.  I don't want you to hurt yourself." Tord's eyes teared up a bit. 
Tom turned around.  He hugged Tord back and cried into his chest.  Evidently Edd and Matt heard the muffled crying, because Edd was knocking on the door asking if he was alright. 
Tord had his fair share of awkward moments with the guys, but cuddling with Tom would definitely send the wrong messages to Edd and Matt.  The norski tried to get out of the Brits grip, but with every attempt Tom would whimper and tighten his grip. 
Edd had gotten concerned about their alcoholic friend and got the key to Tom's room.  He unlocked the door and opened it.  Tom was asleep and hiccuping lightly.  The cutest part was Tord was holding him tightly comforting him.  They were both asleep, so Edd took a bunch of pictures.  He understood Tom was a mess and need someone to comfort him.
Not like it was out of love or anything.  Edd thought.
Edd walked out of Tom's room and locked the door back up. 

Tom woke up the next morning.  Tom snuggled closer to the Norwegian in his bed.  Evidently Tord was awake because he pulled him up to his face.
"Your phone has been going off like crazy.  Please text your mom back." Tord said.
Tom nodded. 
He called his mother on the phone and talked with her. 
After they had their conversation Tom rested his head on Tord.
"They want me to come home and help with the funeral." Tom explained.
Tord pulled him closer.
"I understand Tom."
"I-I want you to come with me." Tom mumbled
"I would love to Thomas." Tord said kissing his forehead.

And with that.  I leave you.  This helped me feel better actually.  Also I don't think it's as trash as I thought it would be.  Hope you all are having a better day than me.  Bye.