A/N Who would I be if I DIDN'T make a oneshot for this. If this isn't fluff then nothing I ever write will be. Let's hop in, oh and, little warning, i wrote this the night before it's due so if it seems rushed, that's why.

Tom hoped out of bed as quietly as he could at four in the morning. Why was this supposed morning hater awake at such an ungodly our? It was Valentines Day. The most important day to make up for every stupid thing he's done to his boyfriend, other than their anniversary of course. 

Tom had everything planned out. The only problem of course was that it started with breakfast in bed and if he missed that the the whole plan was fucked, but Tord had a habit of waking up at five to six in the morning every day.

So now Tom had to creak down the hallway as quiet as possible, seeing that Tord was a light sleeper. When he finally reached the kitchen he took out pancake mix, strawberries, a pan, the syrup, a couple of slices of bread, eggs, cinnamon, bacon, and all the other ingredients he would need.

It took time and effort but by five forty he had a three layer stack of heart shaped pancakes decorated with strawberries and cherries (The edges were burned and some fruit had fallen off but presentation isn't everything ya know), syrup was on the side so he could pour as much as he wanted; it even had (extra) crispy bacon put on the side. Next to that was a small plate with two slices of french toast, a fresh cup of milk, and finally to tip if all off, a yellow daffodil (They mean new beginnings, Tom looked it up!) Sitting in a small cup like vase.

He loaded all of it up onto a tray and waltzed into his and his boyfriends room. He slowly crept over to the side of the bed and set down the tray on the bedside table. Last time he came here holding a glass of water while going to wake up Tord. Tord punched him and the water went everywhere. 

Tom doesn't want that to happen to his precious breakfast.

"Tord, baby, wake up love." Tom persuaded the sleeping Norwegian while running his hand over The horned males shoulder. Even with his gentle attitude and loving touch all he got was grumbles and Tord turning the other direction. 

Tom sighed and rolled his eyes "I made bacon and pancakes." 

Tord sprung from the bed wide eyed. "Where? Where did you put the delicious delights?" Tord's mouth was watering and he had excitement in his eyes as he looked around wildly. Tom smiled at the childish nature of his lover and brought the tray into Tord's line of sight.

Tord's gaze softened. "D-did you make this all for me?" He asked softly, taking the tray from Tom's hands. "Of course I did babe, It's Valentines Day and I want to make you feel special." Tord smiled warmly at him then quickly devoured his breakfast. "Ugh That was so good Tom, even though it was a little burnt. You have that look like you have a plan so what's next?"

Tom smiled even wider. "lets just say, you'll have a LOT of fun."

~

"PAINTBALL!? How'd you get us off the banned-persons list?" Tord was hopping in his place staring at the sign. "Well I told them it'll be us instead of strangers and because were together and its Valentines Day, we won't shoot each other." Tom finished, twirling Tord and dipping him.

"They believed that?" Tords face showed happiness and confusion that Tom could pull off such an effortless lie. "I told them we'll set our guns in the car, easy as that. I requested the most secluded and got us mufflers so that they won't here our gunshots. They probably think we're fucking so they won't check up once times up."

Tord leaped up and swung his arms around his blue hooded man "Ah! I love I love you I love you I love you!" He squealed in joy. "I know you do babe now let's go."

And go they did. It was fun Even when Tom got shot in the forearm and Tord in the torso. Why were they being so silly about gunshots? Well Tord hooked up his robot arm with alien technology so now he can heal anyone's wounds almost perfectly with the click of a button. The almost part comes from the fact that a scar was left, but Tord made heart shape bullets they only use on special occasions so that the biggest scars are a reminder of their love.

but It's still hella painful.

"Aw man you- ah! you got me." Tom wined as he grasped his arm. "haha it appears I did sweetheart? You going to surrender?" Tord taunted, lowering his guard. God he's so hot when he's in charge. Tom thought quickly before taking his gun and shooting tord in the torso "Never." 

Tord yelped an clutched his side before healing it. "You're lucky you didn't hit any organs. Those are much harder to heal." He tried to stay serious but he was already laughing. They both ended up laughing on the ground of the forest before sitting up and looking at each other.

Tord grabbed Tom's arm and began to heal it, Tom trying not to squirm since it was a very weird feeling to feel all your skin, veins, and nerve endings reattach. "God I love you." Tom muttered before kissing Tord hard on the lips.

Mot like Tord was complaining.

"Now come on, I have more surprises planned." Tord grinned before getting up and then helping Tom up as well. Slinging and arm around the blue hooded male, the red themed man nipped at his ear. "Your making up for that hot ass kiss, I hope you know~" He whispered. Tom then turned around and pinned him to a tree Oh I plan too~" 

that seemed to have ended the conversation.

~ 

The final place was Tom's favorite on the list. They had gone home to frshen up and cuddle a little until it was eighteen hundred for Tord or easily six at night for others who haven't waited they're entire lives to lead an army.

at this magical hour Tom lead Tord to one of his favorite places. An open restaurant by the pier (Britain has lovely romantic piers right? Right!?) Tom had been coming here since he was young. Mostly because the restaurant was handicapped friendly and all the staff new sign language, otherwise the only language his parents spoke.

Tom didn't want Tord to know the plan so he asked all of it in sign Language. The one thing he hasn't taught Tord yet. "Hah, you- you better not be planning to break up with me or something, heh." Tord nervously sweated out. It was one of his continuous fears since their past isn't the best.

As soon as they sat down and ordered their drinks, Tom said something else to the waiter in sign language, to which the waiter smiled at and ran off.

"Tord, babe, I need to ask you something."

Tord nodded, stumbling out something that was supposed to say 'anything for you'. His mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking of everything he had ever done to make Tom mad.

"Tord Larssin, where do I start. I've thought over what I'm about to say so many times, thinking of how to make this perfect, but the only way to do that is to speak from the heart, so lets go. Our past was never really clean, hell, I still have scars from our old fights and I know you do too, and despite all these bickers and fights. Between all our annoyances and frustrations, we fell in love and I think that's absolutely beautiful; like a flower blooming in between dried lava. You've shown me what true emotion feels like, even in my numbest of times. Tordif Vegard Larssin, will you make me the happiest Jehovah's Witness and marry me?"

the whole time Tom had been walking around until the final line where he bent down on one knee and pulled a small velvet case with a simple rose gold band inside. On the outside it had 'Commie' engraved into it, but on the inside it said 'Jehovah's Witness'. Tord had tears in his eyes as he dropped to both knees and took the ring into his hands.

"I can't say yes because the only thing going through my mind at the moment is Hoky fuck Yyes yes yes Marry the man right now." The man in red gave a watery smile in return the blue hooded man kissed him on the lips, gentle and sweet, the way a husband would to his sensitive wife. "I love you Tord never forget that. Happy Valentines day, Mr. Thompson"

Tord looked at tom and licked his upper lip "You want to take the rest of this fine night to your apartment, Mr. Thompson?" Tom nodded almost hysterically "Would I! Let's go." and with that Tom grabbed his new fiance's hand and led him to their apartment bedroom which he hoped had been correctly decorated by Edd.

~

When they reached the apartment Tord was basically undressing Tom in the hallway. "Babe, hold on we're almost to the bedroom." Tom grunted, trying to keep his erection in check. "Yeah, but I don't want to wait." Tom rolled his eyes "you've waited longer than two minutes for a shag in the past you can wait now." Tord whined some more "But we weren't married then." Tom gave another sigh as he unlocked the door and closed it behind them "It'll still be the same."

"Not it won't."

"What's that supposed t- Woah!" Tom could barely finish his sentence before Tord pulled him into their room.

The floor had a rose petal carpet with candles lining the way to the bed, the bed itself having a rose petal heart in the middle of it with the pillows Mr. and Mr. Thompson engraved on them. Tord smiled at their surrounding before pulling Tom towards the bed and slowly kissing him.

Their tongues met and played with each other ever so much before retreating into their respective mouths again. Tord kissed down Tom's neck, nipping at it every now and then, making the slightly shorter man tilt his head to the side. Tord purred in approval at Tom's willingness and slipped off his blue hoodie and his grey asdf shirt, Tom doing the same in response.

"get ready for the time of your life~" The, now shirtless, dirty blonde whispered into the brunettes ear before sucking on it.

The rest is up to your own devices, have fun dearies~

A/N Oof okay this is a long one written at like 2 am and I'm sick and Tired so it's probablyshit with spelling and punctuation and shit. Like literally I have the worst cold ever. Vote and request and all the jazz!