TWs: Mention of family issues/imprisoned relative/movie violence. Stay safe :)
"This is a cool reference book," Edd spoke as he flipped through the pages, "Though it's not my kind of art style."
"It's a reference book for a reason, Edd." Tord smirked, earning him a smack on the head with the book, "Ow!"
"Oops, my hand slipped." Edd grinned as he placed the book back on the shelf. He noticed the pout on Tord's face, chuckling to himself, "Cute."
Tord didn't hear the last comment, mainly because he wasn't wearing his hearing aids. He glanced at the taller, "Did you want to get something?"
"Nah, I mainly just wanted to look around." He responded as he wandered to another display.
Tord nodded, following Edd around the shop like a lost puppy.
After a few minutes, Edd turned to him, "You know, you can look at other displays instead of what I'm looking at."
"I want to stay with you." Tord expressed without realizing it. Edd blushed, looking at the shorter wide-eyed, "Uh- I mean, I would rather stay with you- in case something happens."
'Faen, I'm sounding clingy...' The Norsk inwardly groaned.
Edd let out a small chuckle, "What's gonna happen in an art store?"
"Robbers," Tord replied.
"Robbers?"
"You never know." He shrugged.
The taller looked at him, rolling his eyes playfully, "And what are you going to do if that happens?"
"I'll protect you." Tord didn't hesitate when speaking. Edd looked at him in shock. Tord also didn't hesitate when he said, "Cause you're my princess."
"I'm your what? If anything, you're the princess." The brunet crossed his arms.
"What? How am I the princess?" Tord glared.
"Was it only me that remembers the time when you were shot, and I had to run you out of the building bridal style?"
Tord paused, then averted his gaze, "Ah, sounds like only you remember that..."
Edd deadpanned, "Uh-huh."
After seeing the new store, they decided to get food and hang out by the fountain. They sat on the bench next to the fountain, gazing around at the people that roamed.
"Edd?" Tord spoke up, glancing at the other.
"Yes?" Edd looked back at him.
"I know I told you about some of my family issues, but what about yours?" Tord peered into his juniper eyes.
"I thought I told you about my parents?" Edd tilted his head.
"You did, but you didn't specify what your father did to end up in prison."
"Oh."
"I mean- you talked about your mom a lot. You must've looked up to her."
"Yeah, I did..." Edd softly nodded, then sighed, "I couldn't have asked for a better mom- even if we didn't have much, she made it work."
Tord smiled a bit, frowning after, "You don't have to talk about your father if you don't want to."
Nodding again, Edd glanced at him, "I'll tell you later."
Throwing their trash away, the duo walked out of the shopping centre, wandering around the area.
"Did you know Tom and Matt were a thing?" Edd looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Matt gave me obvious hints of who he was crushing on about a month ago."
"I feel left out. This is my world; I should know everything."
Tord chuckled, "You'll have to talk to Tom about why he didn't tell you."
"I'll try, but he has an excuse for everything," Edd grumbled.
The Norsk slowed down, peering at a nearby store, "Isn't Matt's birthday coming up?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason, just thinking about what to get him."
"Give him literally any present, and he'll say he loves it."
Tord laughed, "The truth to that is he's just saying that because you're his friends."
"How can we tell a genuine reaction then?"
"You'll have to wait until his birthday to find out." Tord winked, but it looked like a blink due to his eyepatch.
Edd huffed, "I hate waiting."
Walking down the sidewalk, Tord felt his hand inching for the taller's before reeling back quickly since he didn't want to be seen as tacky.
'This isn't a date, Tord. Ta deg sammen...' The Norsk berated himself.
"Hey," He heard Edd speak, "we should get something sweet before heading back."
Tord saw him gesture to an ice cream parlor, "Sure."
The duo stepped inside, feeling the cool air hit their skin; it was a striking contrast from the heat outside.
They ordered their treats, stepping off to the side to wait.
"Usually, I come here with Tom. Mostly because Matt complains that ice cream hurts his teeth." Edd said.
"Hah, his teeth were always sensitive." Tord nodded.
After receiving their sweets, they began to walk back to the complex.
Edd laughed as he saw the state of Tord's face, "You seem to be having trouble."
Tord quirked an eyebrow, reaching up to touch his face, blushing in embarrassment when he realized how messy it was.
Averting his gaze, he spoke lightly, "Ah- yeah, the nerves on this side are practically dead..."
"Here." Taking a spare napkin from the parlor out of his pocket, Edd reached out, "Hold still."
Tord froze when Edd's face was close to his, looking into his eyes as he lightly pressed the napkin near his mouth. Edd glanced back at him, lingering momentarily when he was finished.
The taller brunet smiled, throwing away the napkin, "Let's go!"
The other stood frozen for a few more seconds before following behind.
"We should watch a movie." Edd looked at the other as they entered his flat, Ringo bounding up to greet them. Edd scooped her in his arms, cradling her like a baby.
"What movie?" Tord smiled at the grey tabby, petting her gently.
Edd beamed at the other, "Up for a marathon?"
"Yes!" Tord jumped up, watching as Edd got the snacks for them and food for Ringo. Tord got the movies ready, hitting the lights when Edd returned with the popcorn and snacks.
Ringo decided to join them, settling down on Edd's lap.
Tord grinned at the violent parts, nearly laughing when a zombie gets impaled. Edd was barely paying attention, smiling softly at Tord's mannerisms.
People might find it weird that the Norsk was practically supporting violence, but Edd found Tord's love of violence to be unique.
"Awh, that was badass!" He exclaimed, picking up the remote to go to the next movie.
Edd blinked, realizing he's been staring at Tord instead of watching the movie. Mentally face-palming, he tried to focus on the film rather than look at his crush.
After the second movie, Tord looked at the time, "It's almost dinnertime, aren't you gonna make something for the others?"
The taller huffed, "Nah, they can fend for themselves tonight."
Tord chuckled, starting to play the third movie.
By the end of the marathon, they were passed out, lying on the couch, and tangled in each other's limbs.
Tord's cheek was pressed into the fabric of Edd's hoodie, while the latter was holding onto the Norsk gently.
Ringo had moved from Edd's lap to Tord's back, lightly snoring as she slept peacefully.
When Matt found them like that, he took a picture to save for his memory journal-
As well as teasing material.
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Norwegian =
Faen - Fuck
Ta deg sammen - Pull yourself together
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