Hello there, and welcome to my first-ever Eddsworld fanfic! I am incredibly late to the fandom (I JUST WATCHED MY FIRST VIDEO ON MAY 3, WHERE HAVE I BEEN?), but soon after I started watching the videos, I discovered a little comic on YouTube called "Eddsworld comic tord's forgiveness." I watched it and cried. But while I was sitting there crying, I realized that it could make a great fic. So I decided to write one. Again, this is an adaptation of the comic by Yes-asil (I think), I give full credit to them. I also do not own Eddsworld.

If you haven't read the comic, you should, the art style is so cute. I watched it on YouTube, but I believe it may be on Tumblr.

I cry every time I watch the video, so naturally I cried while writing this story. If you're sensitive like me and need to grab some tissues, I won't judge.

Also, if you want to request a comic adaptation, go right ahead!

Enough of my ramblings, on with the story!

He'd played this through in his head, going over every possible scenario as he stared down at the three figures while Paul bandaged his arm and Patryk began to clear the wreckage. And yet, as he stood in front of his former friends, his confidence seemed to drain away in a matter of seconds. It was Edd's voice that finally broke the silence.

"Tord?"

He sounded disbelieving, and the Norsk couldn't blame him. After all, his robot had been impaled by Tom's harpoon and exploded with him inside. And now that he had somehow survived, he had the nerve to come back after destroying their house and claiming that he had never been their friend when he had his giant robot. But that was a lie. They had been friends, but Tord had destroyed that and most likely whatever chance he had of redeeming himself.

He had tried to tell himself that it was for the good of the Red Army, but he couldn't quite bring himself to believe that.

His stomach churned. He had to say something.

"Please…" he managed, his mouth dry. "I… I'm sorry…"

There. He had said it. Not that it would do any good, of course.

He had punched Matt in the face, destroyed the house they had lived in for years, hurt Tom's arm (though that did give him satisfaction), and killed one of their neighbors. Tears filled his gray eyes, and he fought to keep them from spilling out.

A small noise of surprise escaped from Edd. Both he and Matt looked shocked, while Tom looked like he was using every ounce of his self-restraint to keep from storming over and punching Tord, not that the Norwegian could blame him.

"Seriously?!" the eyeless man scowled. "He just tried to take over the world! He destroyed the house!"

Edd frowned, looking a little… remorseful?

"But…"

"No."

Tord cut him off.

"He's… he's right. I'm not asking for mercy… I…"

He swallowed hard.

"It was fun. I have missed this," he continued, looking down. The tears finally began to pour out, stinging his injured face.

"I only came here to thank you… and to say sorry for ever coming back…"

It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, but he deserved this.

His friends deserved his.

He heard Edd let out a breath, and braced himself for the scolding he was about to receive, how he should have never come back here, how they would never forgive him, how-

He forced himself to continue.

"It's better like this anyway… with me being wanted and such..." he said, tears beginning to bubble up in his eyes once again. "It's better I left as soon as-"

He broke off, noticing how close the green-clad Brit was getting.

"Edd?"

His breath hitched as he realized what his friend was doing.

Edd was going to give him a goodbye hug.

"Edd, don't!" Tord begged. He knew he wouldn't be able to bear it if he received the hug. "Please!"

The brunette only got closer, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Are you deaf?!" the Norsk yelled, more tears pooling in his eyes. "Stop!"

He didn't stop.

"Don't you want to understand?!" Tord demanded, anger beginning to take over. Feeling angry was better than feeling the horribly crushing sadness.

"I tried to rule the earth!" he continued, the tears he had fought so hard against beginning to reemerge. "I killed numbers of people!"

The image of Eduardo cradling Jon in his arms as blood pooled from his abdomen flashed by him. He felt bile rise in his throat.

Yeah! Good riddance!

"I… I almost killed you guys off, too…" the Norwegian clenched his fists and his eyes shut, the ache in his chest rising as memories of the past few hours overcame him.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in a hug. Tord made a noise of shock and opened his eyes, only to see Edd's green hoodie.

"Why?" he whimpered, tears streaming down his face, stinging the injured side once again. "Why are you so nice to me?"

The Brit gave no answer, just held him a little tighter.

"I left you guys," the Norsk gasped, tears still flooding his eyes and flowing freely down his cheeks. "Why are you hugging me?"

He resisted the urge to bury his face into Edd's shoulder.

"Because you needed a hug…" was Edd's response.

Tord let out a watery chuckle. "I… probably did…" he admitted, finally hugging Edd back. He closed his eyes, a few tears of joy escaping. He buried his face in his friend's shoulder, blocking out everything else and concentrating on the moment. Behind them, he heard Tom make a noise of disgust and Matt let out a happy little "Yay!"

He would have liked to stay that way for hours, or forever, preferably, but their happy moment was interrupted by a commotion. The Norsk looked up to see Matt pushing over a heavily protesting Tom.

"You are dead to me," Tom growled at the ginger.

Tord felt his nervousness rise once again. Edd forgave him easily, and it seemed like Matt would as well, but Tom was a different story. First of all, he and the eyeless Brit had been rivals for a long time. Second of all, Tom had shot his robot with a harpoon gun, which Tord wasn't too sore about. After all, he deserved that one. Third of all… oh yeah, Tord had sort of tried to KILL TOM. And he had a feeling the blue-clad Brit wasn't too happy about that.

He looked to Edd to help him out, but the brunette just gave him a reassuring smile. And surprisingly, his nervous feelings melted away. He decided to just speak from the heart. He directed his attention over to Tom, who was glaring daggers at a giggling Matt.

"Never. Touch me. Again."

"Tom…"

The Norsk took a breath.

"I know you'll never forgive me."

The eyeless man scowled. "Damn right."

"So I'm not asking for that," Tord continued, holding out his good arm. "But I'm asking for a start over. I want to make it up to you."

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"I'll do whatever it takes. Even if I have to bite into the lemon and tolerate you…"

Tom gave a humorless chuckle. "Ha… I wish you had that kind change of heart earlier… Only took you to almost explode in a death robot!"

Tord held his breath.

"But you know what?" the Brit continued. "I'll take what I can get… if it makes the others happy."

He shook Tord's hand.

"Heh… classic, stupid Tom," joked Tord, smiling in spite of himself. "Sentimental as ever…"

"Says the "right" one!" grinned Tom.

"Your puns were always terrible..." the Norsk chuckled.

Just then Edd appeared between them, a huge grin on his face, shaking with what Tord hoped was happiness. Tom looked as confused as Tord felt.

"Huh?"

"Edd?"

Matt came up behind them, arms outstretched.

"Friendship Pile!" Edd shouted as he and Matt pulled the other two into a group hug. Tord was surprised, but that was quickly overwhelmed by his happiness.

"Is that a thing now?" he asked.

"Yes!" said Edd, like it was obvious.

"I could get used to this," Tord grinned as they all broke apart. He felt happier than he had in a long time.

There were going to be hardships, of course, and he was going to have to tell Paul and Patryk, but he ignored those things for now and focused on his friends.

He would take things one step at a time.

:):):):):)

Later, they all lay snuggled together in a blanket, watching TV. Tord smiled, his face freshly bandaged as he stared fondly at his friends.

Friends.

He could definitely get used to this.