Hello there! This is my first time ever posting on here and I haven't written fanfiction in a while so it might not be the best. This is a Tomco fanfiction. I do not own Star vs the Forces of Evil, Tom, or Marco Diaz. I hope you enjoy the story and let me know what you think! Thanks!
After trying to use Marco in order to get his anger management badge, Tom and Marco, believe it or not, started to hang out more. The first time they hung out was actually an accident. They had both scored tickets to see Love Sentence live and bumped into each other on the way into the stadium. The atmosphere was a bit tense between them at first, but after a while, Marco begrudgingly showed Tom where he was sitting in the stadium in case he wanted to "come over and say hi". They hung out a bit at Marco's seat and before they knew it the show started and the person next to him never showed up, so he let Tom sit there. They ended up having a great time at the concert, buying merchandise, getting late night snacks, and singing "Too Little Too Late" loudly at each other during the concert, along with every other song the band played. Generally just smiling, enjoying themselves, and forgetting anything they might have been worried about. After that, they intentionally started hanging out to test the waters and see if they could actually put the past behind them and become friends. They became BEST friends, hanging out practically every chance that they got. They ended up talking so much on Star's mirror that she got annoyed, took Marco to Quest Buy, and bought him his own wall mirror, plus a set of portable mirrors so he and Tom could both have one while on the go. They constantly joked about being mortal enemies, they had rant sessions which Tom found surprisingly helpful, and they would sass each other to. No. End. They did all kinds of things together on Earth, but Marco realized he'd never actually visited Tom where he lived. He decided that the next time they planned to hang out, he was going to insist they hang out at Tom's place because the curiosity was killing him. Later that night, Tom called Marco on his wall mirror. Marco walked over to it, sliding his pointer finger across the glass and accepting the call.
"Hey Tom!" He smiles happily, waving at the demon boy.
"Hey!" He waves back.
"What did you call for? Another rant session with Dr. Diaz?" He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully before putting his pointer finger and thumb beneath his chin, looking dramatically into the distance.
Tom laughs loudly, shaking his head. "No, actually. I, believe it or not, wanted to see if we could plan a time to hang out." He looks into the mirror, a hopeful look in his eyes.
Marco pretends to be surprised, giving an over dramatic gasp and putting his hand to his chest. "What? The almighty demon prince, my mortal enemy! Inviting me to hang out? Preposterous! Preposterous I say! Utter blasphemy!"
Tom sighs, shaking his head, and lifting his hands in a shrug. "I know, I can hardly believe it myself. I, the great prince of darkness, stooping to such a low level. What have I become?" He really plays up that last sentence, even giving a fake sob as he puts a hand over his eyes dramatically.
Both he and Marco are silent for a few seconds before bursting out into a large fit of laughter, holding their stomachs and wiping tears from their eyes.
"I almost forgot how great of an actor you were!" Marco comments, his laughter subsiding.
Tom flips some imaginary shoulder length hair. "I know, I'm just so great." He smiles at the tan boy. "No, but seriously, want to hang out?"
"I would love to!" Marco straightens up, putting one hand behind his back, the other in the air with his pointer finger out as if a king giving orders. "But! I have a condition."
"Ah yes, what is it, Lord Marco?" Tom gives a fake bow.
Marco grins widely, losing the king persona. "We have to hang out at your place this time."
Tom blinks a few times, confused by the boy's request. "What? My place? Why?"
"Well, you've seen plenty of Earth, but all I've seen of the underworld is your room! The curiosity is killing me, Tom!"
Tom sighs. "I guess you do have a point. It's just so cold and bleak here though. It's not fun." He shivers just at the thought of the frigid temperatures.
Marco lets out a disbelieving laugh. "Cold? Tom, you live in hell. Literally. Your room is entirely covered in flames. You even have a lava waterfall! How is it possibly cold?"
"Ohhhhhhhh right, the flames. Now I can see why that would throw you off. See, that's just my personal heating system. Hell is actually freezing. Lots of snow and such. So if you want to visit me and see anything other than my room, I suggest you bring a winter jacket and a hat." He taps his chin in thought. "Actually, just bring all of your winter gear, including snow boots. I think we just got some fresh snow last night."
Marco stares at him in utter disbelief for a moment, trying to take in what he just told him. "Okay, I don't really believe that, but I'll bring those things anyways. Because why not? I've got nothing to lose." He shakes his head and turns to his closet, pulling out what winter clothes he had, even though the weather was rather warm since it was getting close to summer. "Oh, Tom. When should we hang out? When is this happening?" He continues digging through his closet, finally finding what he was looking for. He turns around, arms full of winter clothes, wondering why he didn't get an answer. "Tom?" He calls out, before the mirror disconnects. "Whaaat…" He looks around confused.
"How about now?" Tom whispers into his ear, suddenly popping up behind him.
"AH!" Marco jumps, quickly turning around and tripping, throwing all the clothes into the air and falling on his back. He sits up, frowning, slightly glaring at Tom. "You need to stop doing that! You can't just always pop up behind me. One day I'll have a heart attack and die."
Tom laughs, leaning down to offer Marco a hand. "Sorry, sorry. It's just too much fun. You fall for it every time."
Marco glares at him and begrudgingly takes his hand, standing up. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'm fun to prank." He picks up his clothes off the floor and slips on his winter coat, gloves, scarf, and hat before stepping into his snow boots. "All right, I'm ready. Now take me to hell before I melt. It's hot."
Tom lets out a quiet chuckle. "As you wish." He turns towards the window where one of his servants is hovering with an elevator chained beneath him.
The other demon nods, acknowledging Tom as he walks up to the elevator. "Welcome back, Master Tom. Where are you headed?"
"My floor, please." He steps inside, Marco following after him.
"Yes, sir." He begins the descent to Tom's room.
Tom sits down in a large arm chair and gestures for Marco to sit as well, which he does.
Tom smiles at Marco. "Comfortable?"
Marco shrugs. "Aside from the heat, yeah."
"Don't worry, it'll cool down in a moment."
The elevator continues down for another minute or two. The heat, which Marco thought was almost unbearable a few moments ago, slowly started to fade, a cold wind replacing it. The elevator stops and the doors open, letting the two boys step out.
"This is your stop, Master Tom."