TomTord / TordTom Stories (Requests Open!)

The Prince's Servant

Request by @go_awayyay

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It was a bright and shining morning, the birds were singing, the sky a gleaming aqua. In a small room, but not that small, was a perfect king sized bed. The red canopy made out of the finest velvet in the kingdom, the soft white silk sheet as though toughing a butterfly's wing. The room had a small window above the bed with gleaming sunbeams that made their way into the room, another window with a red window seat made out of the same velvet as the canopy, next to that were two double doors that opened into a large walk in closet, holding the most fanciest suits and robes only the finest kings would wear.

In the silk bed was a sleeping, snoring kinda loud, Prince Tord. Though still in his deep slumber, a smaller male walks in with a grumpy frown.

"Rise and shine lazy bum! It's already past noon! You missed breakfast." The smaller man said in annoyance as he shakes the taller male, which makes him start to stir.

"It can't possibly be noontime. You'd never let me sleep that long." The taller retorted back while yawning before turning his back to the other.

"Are you sure about that?" The smaller smirks, knowing he got the other up now. Tord furrowed his brows, opening his eyes and looking at his small servant.

This won't be the first time Tom, his servant, would have done this. Last time he had woken Tord up late was when he was sick. That day he didn't get close to Tord in fear he would get him sick. Then something clicked in Tord's brain. If it's noon Tom must be sick!

Tord sat up fast and he turned to Tom. Tom was at Tord's larger window opening the thick red velvet curtains. Tord hopped out of his bed almost immediately. He walked over to Tom and picked him up by the waist.

This got the smaller in a blushing fit. "Tord! Put me down!!" Tom tried to get out of the taller's grasp but it was to no avail, all he could do was let the other carry him.

Tord walked over and threw Tom on his bed. He climbed on top of him, holding the smaller's hands down with his own. Tom was a blushing mess, he wasn't use to this kind of contact from his prince.

"Tom, look at me" When he did what Tord said, he could see the worry in the other's eyes.

"T-Tord?" They made eye contact with one other, now lost in each other's eyes.

The blush crept onto Tord face as he started to notice their position. Tord's body was between Tom's legs, his face only inches apart from the smaller's, and his hands keeping the other's down. But Tord was captivated by Tom's face, though Tom was a blushing mess, Tord could help but find how extremely fragile Tom really was.

Tord leaned down, as though he couldn't get any closer. "Tom, be honest. Are you sick?"

Tom was irradiated. "This is what that's about?! No you dunce! I'm not sick!"

Tord then remembered that Tom sometimes does tell the truth when it comes to his own well being. "I see that's how it's going to be." Tord then proceeds to tickle Tom.

Tom became a laughing mess. "S-stop it! Hahaha!"

"Then tell me the truth." Tord smirked as he kept going.

"T-That is the true!" Tom continued laughing even though it was starting to hurt. Tord stopped after a few minutes and Tom was out of breath.

"I don't believe you. So today I'm going to monitor and take care of you." Tom rolled his eyes at his prince's childish actions.

"Tord, for the last time I'm not sick." Tom wasn't lying, he wasn't sick at all. He didn't know where Tord had gotten the idea.

Just as Tord was about to open his mouth to answer the lunch maid came in. "Sir, would you like sandwiches or-" She stop in the doorway looking at the two. "Ummmmmm..."

"Millie! It's not what it looks like, I promise! The prince is delusional!" Tom looked panicked yet very embarrassed.

Tord couldn't help but smile, he sits up and turns to the lunch maid. "I apologize, Tom and I were have a discussion."

"Okay your majesty. I'll come back later." She blushes, embarrassed of her actions for not knocking first, she bowed respectfully and quickly fled the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Look what you just did! I'm never going to hear the end of it!" Tom groaned frustrated at Tord.

"I was only try to help you." Tord retorted back while getting off of Tom and helping him up.

Tom brushed himself off before crossing his arms and huffing at Tord. "Well congratulations because now everyone is going to think that you were kissing me!"

"I don't mind." Tord made his way off to his closest to find some clothes for the day.

Tom froze and looked at Tord after his statement. He didn't mind?! Did he know the effect it would have on, not only Tom, but him as well?? Tom shook his head in frustration. Why did Tord have to act like this?

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As Tom made his way around the castle, doing his daily tasks, the overprotective puppy was following him everywhere. He was right on Tom's tail the whole afternoon.

Tom spun around looking Tord dead in the eyes, "Okay! What the hell?! My prince, you have so much that needs to be do right now! What are you doing?!"

"I told you already, I'm going to monitor and take care of you until I know you're better. I can't have my favorite servant get sick." Tord smiled as he walked closer to his servant.

"I'm your only servant sir." Tom shook his head and sighed continuing on with his clingy prince right behind him.

Tom couldn't tell if the prince was doing this because he was concerned for him or he just wanted to annoy him to get his entertainment.

Tom looked down at his list as he checked off everything, next he had to go into the garden but only it was pouring outside. Rain or not, Tom always did his job and always done it successfully. With his clingy, overprotective prince or not he will do his tasks.

Tom spun on his heels and walked to the back door, Tord immediately slid in front of him, blocking the door.

"You can't go in the rain if you're sick, spitfire." Tom glared at his prince for the nickname.

"Well, unlike you I'm actually doing my job. And for the last time, I'm NOT Sick!!" Tom huffed crossing his arms in frustration. Tord couldn't help but smile at his servant's attempt to look angry. Blush crept to both men's faces.

"I'm sorry, spitfire, but I can't let you go out there." Tord took Tom by the waist pulling him in. Then his hand took a hold of Tom's chin, moving Tom's head up towards his own.

"M-My prince! This is highly-!" Tord cut Tom off by closing the gap between their lips, the kiss was light but passionate. It was slow but sweet, Tom pulled away looking at Tord, flabbergasted.

Tord only smirked before protectively picking Tom up bridle style and carrying him to the royal doctor, for his check up. Though Tord didn't get there with a protest or two.

I hope you enjoyed! Happy Valentines Day!! I'm back to making requests, so feel free to ask!! ~AC☕️