Tom sat in bed, staring at the ceiling. These past few days, his insomnia had been worse than ever. He tossed and turned, he counted sheep, he even watched calming YouTube videos. It seemed as if nothing could help him get to sleep. It didn't help that he had an essay due today and he had only written two sentences, either. Due to lack of options, Tom did the last thing he thought he would do. . .
Tom knocked gently on Tord's door. He didn't expect an answer, it was around 4 am, after all. He stood and waited patiently. Then he heard the creaking of a bed, footsteps and a twist of the doorknob. The door creaked opened and Tord appeared from behind it, albeit it was a sleepy and disheveled Tord, it was Tord nonetheless. "Det er for tidlig for denne dritten." Tord groaned, rubbing at his eyes. "What ever do you need, Jehovah?" Tom turned his head and rubbed the back of his arm, sheepishly.
"I can't sleep." He answered, simply.
Tord blinked the crust out of his eyes. "Okay, so what does this have to do with me?" He began to subtly brush himself up but nothing major. Tom turned his gaze to the floor.
"I can't sleep and. . .I was wondering if. . ." The brunette couldn't find the right way to say this without sounding weird. Tord looked unamused.
"Look, Thomas, could you hurry this up please? I'd like to go back to sleep." Tord said, his voice still quite groggy. Tom nodded and took a deep breath.
"Can I sleep with you?!" Tom accidentally shouts and immediately covers his mouth. "Sorry..."
Tord just blinks, taking a moment to process what Tom just shouted to him. His eyebrows furrowed. "You can't sleep so you decide to have sex instead? With me, of all people?"
Tom's eyesockets widen. "N-no! I didn't mean that kind of sleep with, I meant can I sleep in your bed with you?" Tom mentally groaned. Now that didn't sound any better now did it?
The horned boy's lips turned upward in an amused smirk. "Aw, little Jehovah wants to sleep in my bed with me~" He let out a mocking chuckle. "Eh? What's that look for?Jeg bare knuller med deg. Come on in, excuse the mess though, I didn't expect company, heh." Tord kicked a couple hentai magazines under his bed, picked up some used tissues, and threw them in the trash.
Tom scrunched up his nose in disdain. "You know what, I regret this decision, your room is disgusting." Tom may've accidentally stepped on a used tissue, much to his disgust.
Tord pouted a little but his expression went back to a teasing grin. "Don't get mad everyone's room can't be as unnaturally tidy as your's. Besides, it's not usually this bad. I just can't sleep some nights and have nothing else to do. So I fap!" Tord laughed to himself. "You should try it out sometime." He purred.
Tom stayed quiet. "Y'know, you're awfully talkative for someone who just woke up." Tord turned around and gave Tom the "c'mon don't be like that" smile.
"Well, maybe I have a lot I wanna say to you." Tord walked over to his bed and gets in. "Do you want to sleep with me or no?" He deadpanned. Tom's cheeks got a little red from that and he walked over. He lifted up the covers and he inspected them, making sure there were no. . .questionable substances on them.
"Jesus, calm down, Jehovah, what are you? The FBI? Just get in the bed, already." Tord turned the teeniest bit red from how demanding he sounded. Tom groaned. He slid into the bed and took a deep breath. Tord's bed wasn't particularly large, like at all, so, Tord and Tom were pretty close to each other. Tom shifted around, not entirely comfy where he was. Tord had basically no room to move. Tord groaned and spoke up. "Now, don't hate me for this but, I think the most comfortable way to sleep together is to spoon..." Tord gets very quiet by the end of his sentence.
Tom groans as well. "Fine, now how do you do this?" He began to shift in different directions, looking for a comfortable spot. Tord shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk, Thomas, just stay still for me, will ya?" Tord says in a hushed, calm voice. Tom's facing the opposite direction of him, so Tord scoots over and wraps his arms around the brunette's waist, earning a yelp of surprise from him. Tord scoots even closer until their bodies are pressed against each other. Tord buries his nose in Tom's messy brown locks, inhaling the sweet scent of blueberry shampoo. Tom was quite flustered, but too stunned to protest.
"Did you take a shower before you went to bed?" Tord murmured into Tom's hair.
Tom fidgeted nervously for a bit before responding. "Y-yeah, why? Do I smell?"
Tord shook his head. "No, you actually smell quite nice!" He gently stroked Tom's hair. "Wow, your hair is really soft too,"
Tom squirmed a little, confused with why Tord stroking his hair felt. . .nice. It felt soothing and peaceful. Tord's warmth, his low smooth voice, his soft breathing. All of it added to the sedate atmosphere around them. Tord didn't seem to hate this, either.
"Mm, maybe we should do this more often." Tord thought out loud. Tom let out an acknowledging "Mhm" before slowly closing his eyes and breathing even slower.
Tord felt Tom's breathing slow down and he peered down at him. He gave a soft chuckle. "Good night, Tornerose." He hummed before going to sleep himself.
Tom woke up with a scream, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Tord jolted from his slumber. "Hva er galt kjære?" He asked, quite concerned. Tom looked very shaken. Tears filled in his eyes and he sobbed quietly in relief. Tord rubbed slow circles on his back. "Thomas, what's the matter?" Tom wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
"It's really stupid. . ." Tom whispered.
Tord's eyebrows furrowed. "Thomas, look at me," Tom turned over to face Tord. "If it makes you wake up screaming, then it's far from stupid." Tom sniffled.
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"I got in a really bad argument with you, Matt and Edd. Like it got physical. Not really fighting, just a couple punches to the face, but it still hurt a lot. You called me a monster and they agreed with you," Tom's voice shook more as he spoke. "So you guys kicked me out, told me to never come back." The brunette wiped at his eyes again. "Of course, I had no other way to cope, so I drowned myself in alcohol, and my depression got to me and before I knew it." Tom paused for a moment, collecting himself. "I tied a noose and hung myself, but at that last minute, I thought about you guys, and suddenly, I didn't want to die anymore so I started screaming for help but no one came." Tom blinked away his tears. "And then I woke up."
Tord looked shocked. "Oh my," Tord pulled Tom into a tight hug. He looked Tom in his eyesockets. "Thomas, as much as I 'hate' you, we would never kick you out. Regardless of how bad an argument gets. You know why?" Tom slowly shook his head. That caused Tord to scoff and roll his eyes. "It's because you're family to them, and you mean so much more to me than family but that's not the point right now. Tom, don't you EVER doubt that I-er-we love you, do you understand me?" He used his thumbs to brush Tom's tears away.
"Mhm!" Tom nodded happily, in tears, wrapping his arms back around Tord. "I know I'm gonna hate myself for saying this but, I love you." Tord's eyes widened happily but he remembered that it was an a family way and not the way he'd been hoping. He shrugged it off, though. Maybe another day.
"I love you too, now get some rest, elskede." He held his embrace and then slowly drifted to sleep.
