||London - 11:35||

Tom's eyes widened with horror, his body twisting in Tord's firm grip. He found himself being straddled against the wall.

"Relax my Elskede~ I won't hurt you... Unless you want me too~"

Tord's words were like honey, sending chills down Tom's spine. "D-Don't touch me you sick bastard..." Tom managed to spit, feeling Tord's sort breath against him.

"Fine."

"Wait- What?"

"I won't touch you~ For now at least..."

Tord backed away, flipping on the light switch. He raised his hands, placing them behind his head.

"Better?"

"Drop any weapons you have on you."

"What?"

"You heard me, you commie fuck." Tom spat, narrowing his eyes. Tord let out a huff of irritation, placing his guns on the floor.

"There. Ya happy now princess?" Tom kicked the weapons to the side, letting out a sigh.

He took a step back, taking a good look at Tord. He had grown a bit taller, probably 1 or 2 inches shorter than Tom. His chestnut hair was messy but still went up in two points. His eyes were clouded with grief, but somehow mischief still sparkled in his beautiful silver-blued eyes.

"I guess. Still don't want you here..."

"You can't get rid of me Tom, I'm your soul-"

WHACK.

Tom's fist slammed into Tord's jaw sending him back wards. Hot tears rolled down his now puffy cheeks. His face was flushed with anger, every muscle twisting with rage.

"YOU STUPID FUCK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT." Tom screamed, gripping his fist. "Because of you, all my friends think I'm dead. You left me there on that hill!" Tom hisses through his teeth, clenching his fist. Gritting his teeth, he let out a growl.

"I can't even move on, you wanna know why?" Tom stepped closer, holding his arm up. "BECAUSE YOU'RE MY SOULMATE! I'M TIED TO YOU AND I WANT OUT." Tom practically screamed on the top of his lungs, gripping onto Tord's collar.

Tord's throat swelled, holding back the cry that was screaming to erupt. Tom stumbled into Tord's chest, slumping weakly into him as he let his warm tears hit Tord's jacket.

"I want to hate you but I can't..."

That did it.

That struck deep to Tord, tears trickling down his cheeks. He leaned against the wall, holding Tom close to his chest. He looked down, Tom burying his face into his chest crying softly.

Tord ran his fingers through Tom's hair, the tears slowly falling down to his neck. He let out a soft breath, his shaky hands gripping onto Tom as if he were going to lose him - because chances were... he would.

"Elskede... Please don't leave me."

He whispered softly, his voice rough and scratchy. His Norwegian accent purred, making his words hard to understand.

Tom only whimpered, his body pulsing weakly. Tord held Tom close, pulling him up. Tom seemed calmer considering he cried until his eyes were dry.

Tord hushed Tom gently, lulling him into sleep.

Tord waited at least 20 minutes for Tom to sleep before he too drifted off into slumber.

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Tord woke up to a burning sting on his cheek.

Ah, such a loving and affectionate way to wake up your lover - Tom edition.

Tord grumbled, rubbing his cheek. "Care to explain Jehovah Witness?"

"Care to explain...? CARE TO EXPLAIN?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FUCKING BROKE IN SMALL DICK COMMIE!"

Tord grinned deviously, winking. "That's not what you-" Another hit to the face. Why, if Tord didn't know any better, he'd say that Tom had a kink for hitting.

"Not. Another. Word." Tom spat, biting his lower lip. Tord smirked, giving the eyeless Brit a smug look. Tom rolled his 'eyes' and scorned in disgust.

"You're disgusting you Norwegian perv," Tom grumbled, standing up to his feet. Tord followed grinning "But I'm your perv~" Tord cooed after the taller man.

"Lucky me." Tom retorted sarcastically. "Yes, lucky you~" Tord either didn't pick up the sarcasm or choose to ignore him.

"Just, get the fuck outta here okay?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Excuse me?"

"You see Tom, we have issues. Issues we need to fix." Tord frowned, pouting his lower lip. Tom's 'eye' twitched in irritation.

"Get out before I call the cops."

Tord laughed, moving closer to Tom. "Go ahead, but let me tell you something - I'm your one and only."

Tom scoffed, clenching his fist. "Says who?"

Tord grinned, signaling to the ink on their arms.

"Says that. See, You could get married to someone else, but the truth is... The moment they find their soul mate...-" Tord leaned into Tom's ear, whispering softly. "They'll leave you."

Tom's stomach churned, Tord wasn't wrong. It happened sometimes. People get married but then someone finds their soul mate and leaves them. The last thing Tom needed was another heartbreak.

"Good, I seemed to have gotten you attention." The Norwegian chirped, backing away. His face immediately was overcome with regret and seriousness.

"I want to make it right. I want to make us right.... I- I love you, Tom." Tord looked up at his lover, tears swelling up again. Tom was caught off guard - It was rare when Tord cried.

He hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to do this again?

"What about your army?"

"I-... I left it, for you."

He hit his lip, looking at Tom desperately. God, he'd beg for Tom to come back, he'd do anything to be in the Brit's arms again.

"Please?"

"...Fine."

Tord's face lit up as he took a step to hug Tom but was pushed away.

"Not so fast Commie, You have to earn my love and trust again." Tom's eyes narrowed, clenching onto the front of his shirt. As much as he wanted to argue, Tom had a point.

Tord had done so much to hurt him - He had to earn his trust and love back.

Tord took a breath, holding his hands up in defense. "Fine fine, I'll lay off...." He bit his lip, grinning. "But I promise you that I'll have you head over heels for me in no time."

Tom scoffed, amused by such a bold statement.

"Oh fuck off you trigger-happy shit."

"What time Jehovah?~"

A/N: Yayyy another chapter whoo-hoo. Now time to work on 2 other books ;u;