(not the end of the book, this is based after 'the end' in an eddsworld episode. )
Sounds of crying can be heard in a alleyway.
Tord.
He was currently living in this alleyway. He was homeless. He betrayed his friends. He knew no way they will forgive him from what he has done.
He curled up with an old towel around him. He shivered. The rain continued to pour harshly. Puddles were everywhere around the norwegian.
He let out a sob. His arm stung. It was still bleeding. Same with the right side of his face.
The pain was infuriating. Extremely painful. He knew his arm and face was properly infected but he couldn't do anything.
He lowered his head in shame as rain fell on top of his head. He didn't know what else to do. The only thing he thought about doing is dwelling in his self pity and guilt for his foolish actions of betrayal.
He heard someone humming. Which perked his interest. It was late at night. He knew nobody is usually out.
Not knowing exactly the time, he could guess it was about 2AM perhaps. Maybe earlier than what Tord thinks.
He heard footsteps approaching the alleyway. But he tried to ignore it. Thinking it was just another homeless person like himself looking for somewhere to go for the night.
But alas that was incorrect. Tord slowly lifted his head and saw a oh-so familiar Brit.
A blue hoodie, brown spikey hair.
Tom.
Tord tensed up. He slowly looked over and noticed Tom was approaching his way.
Humming to himself with a flask In his hand.
Tord teared up.
He didn't want Tom to find him. He was the one who hurt Tord anyways.
Tord felt heartbroken. He didn't want to do this red army mission, but he did it anyways.
But as soon as he finished the mission. He left his army. He couldn't bare with the guilt and saw himself as a weak leader.
So he let his father's; Pau and Pat take lead in the meantime.
Tord curled up closer to the wall as tom approached Tord completely.
"Tord..?" Tom whispered out as he knelt down to the injured Norwegian.
Tord tensed up. He looked up at Tom with tears in his eyes.
His whole right side was disturbing. Very infected.
Tom frowned at this. He felt guilt also stab into his heart.
"Let me help." Tom says softly as he held his hand out. He knew he shouldn't trust the communist instantly, but he was listening to his heart - not his head.
Tord hesitantly nodded and extended his left hand.
He grabbed onto Tom's hand as tom assisted him by standing him upwards.
Tords legs wobbled as he suddenly felt light headed.
"Tom..I'm dizzy.."
"You need me to carry you?"
"N-no..! I can walk."
Tom shakes his head, knowing well by Tords injuries he could pass out from blood loss. He put his flask in his hoodie pocket.
Tom bent down slightly and picked up the norsk.
Tord yelped in surprise and in pain.
"Oh sorry!" Tom exclaims as he carefully held Tord.
"It's okay Jehovah.. just be fucking careful."
"Don't sass me, commie."
"..right, sorry."
Tom chuckled softly as he carried Tord cautiously.
He kept Tords right side hidden.
Blood seeped onto the blue fabric of his hoodie but he didn't care.
He rubbed Tords back as they approached the apartment.
Tom took out his keys from his back pocket and fumbled with them for a moment.
He adjusted his grip onto Tord before opening the apartment door.
He walked inside and placed Tord gently on the couch as he walked over and shut the door.
Tord groaned softly. He looked at Tom weakly.
"Why..why are you helping me..?"
Tord asks as he held onto his right arm. Wincing in pain.
"Because Im sorry." Tom replied as he walked past.
"Gotta get the bandages. Sit there. Don't go anywhere."
He says with care as he walked to the bathroom to fetch the bandages.
Tord sighed. He didn't want Tom to do this. He just wanted to die from blood loss in that alleyway.
He teared up as he let out a cry. Tears continued to stream down his face.
Tom eventually came back with the first aid kit.
He didn't want to tell Edd or Matt. Knowing well those two won't forgive me that easily.
Tom knew he shouldn't help the Norwegian, but his heart convinced him otherwise.
He loves Tord, a lot. But it'll take a while to forgive what Tord has done.
Tom opened the medical kit and started to grab out the bandages.
"Oh stop crying.. it doesn't hurt that bad, does it?"
"Fucking hell Jehovah! It stings like hell.." Tord cried out as he shot a glare at the Brit.
Tom shakes his head.
"Right.."
"Hey! I wish you would've hit me with that harpoon.."
"What?"
"Yeah! You heard me Jehovah!"
Silence entered the room. Tom didn't want to argue. He just wanted to help Tord.
He shakes his head as he started to bandage Tords face.
Tord occasionally let out cries and whimpers in pain.
Each sound of pain he made, it made Tom's heart ache.
Tom eventually finished bandaging.
"There..all done."
Tord sniffled as he looked at Tom with the one eye he could see with.
Tom gave him a reassuring smile.
"I'm sorry.." Tord mumbled out.
Toms smile left.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. I betrayed you, Edd and Matt.. I blew up the house.. I lost my mind. I'm crazy!"
"You're not crazy Tord-”
“Yes! Yes I am Thomas!"
"No, Tord! You were just delusional."
"Delusional?!"
They started to argue and bicker.
"Yes Tord! You were visualizing yourself taking over the world?! Don't you see how delusional that is?"
Tord let out a cry. Which caused the bickering to end.
"I'm sorry okay?! I fucked up! I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what else you want me to do! Kill myself? Die?! Burn in hell?! WHAT?"
Tom felt his heart break as he pulled Tord into a hug.
"Shut the fuck up, right now."
Tord whimpered quietly as Tom held Tord close.
"You're sorry. Yes, but killing yourself isn't an option.."
"But I was dying out there.."
"–and I came and saved you, commie."
Tord fell quiet. He realized what Tom said was true.
He didn't do this because anybody wanted him to do it.
Tom chose to help Tord.
Tom continued to hold Tord close.
"I'm sorry.." Tord whispered out. But he heard a sniffle.
Tord widened his eyes. Tom was crying.
"I don't want you to die.. Tord. Not at all. You're not fucking leaving me! Even if I tried to kill you..i-i..I was just mad, now I know..that's not a good r-reason but.. fuck I don't know! Im sorry too."
Tom explained as he nuzzled Tords neck. Tears continued to roll down the Brits face.
Tord lifted his left hand and wiped Tom's tears away.
"Don't apologize to me..this is my fault."
Silence fell apon them as they pressed their foreheads close together.
Tom couldn't think. He just leaned in and kissed Tords lips softly.
Tord was shocked at first but slowly kissed back.
Which caused Tom to be surprised as he pulled away.
Both of them stared at each other for a moment.
"I-im sorry.. I don't know what came over me.."
"It's okay! It's okay Thomas."
Both of their faces were red.
"Can..I do it again?"
Tord looked down for a moment and nodded.
Tom placed his hand under Tords chin and lifted it up.
He slowly kissed the Norwegian.
Tord kissed back softly and slowly.
They both shared a passionate kiss.
Pulling away. They both smiled at each other.
"Here, let me carry you to my room. We need rest.."
Tom says softly to which Tord agreed.
Tom picked up Tord again.
Tord blushed as he hid his face into the crook of tom's neck.
The bandages were a bit red from the blood. But they werent drenched.
They reached Tom's room as he slowly laid Tord down on the bed.
Tom walked over to the light switch and shut the light off.
The moon light reflected into Tom's room as the checkered curtains swayed from the slight breeze. that entered the room due to the window being open.
Tom walked over to the bed and laid next to Tord.
They both looked at each other lovingly.
"I love you, Tord."
"I love you too, Tom."
(I had some motivation to write this
:3)