Chained In Servility

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TWs: Fear of rejection/fear of being unloved, and crying. Stay safe :)

"Wait, you're telling me you're still not together?" Matt's eyes widened as he looked at his friend.

"Yes? Why would we be?" Tord raised an eyebrow at him.

"I took a picture of you two sleeping and cuddling on the couch and labeled it as your first date!" The ginger exclaimed as he collapsed back into Tord's bed.

"What!? Why the hell did you do that?" Tord turned to him, wide-eyed.

"Memory journal." Matt shrugged, "And teasing, I guess."

Tord nearly face-planted into his desk, glaring at his friend.

"I'm sure there are other opportunities to confess to him." Matt sighed, "Let's hope it's soon since I don't want Edd to be angry."

"Why would he be angry?"

Matt awkwardly laughed, averting his gaze, "Let's just say I said some... things."

Knowing Matt, he could've said anything to tick Edd off.

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"Agh, Tord, you asshole!" Edd complained as he got struck by a blue shell.

Tord chuckled as he raced past him, "Better luck next time, min kjærlighet."

When he drove his character across the finish line, Edd queried, "What'd you call me?"

Tord froze as he glanced at the other, realizing everyone was staring at him.

'Way to make game night awkward, dumbass...' The Norsk berated himself. He stuttered, trying to come up with something.

Tom looked up what he said on his phone, trying to see if he called Edd an insult. After a few failed attempts with spelling, he eventually came close and got the actual word. His eyes whitened as he prodded Matt with his elbow. Matt hummed as he peered over his boyfriend's- he loved saying that- shoulder.

The ginger gasped at what was on the screen, grinning at his friend as he came up with an idea.

"Oh, would you look at the time?" Matt feigned shock as he gaped at the clock on the wall, "We better go before it's too late."

"Too late for what?" Edd questioned, watching as Matt picked Tom up, who blushed furiously as he hid behind his hands.

"Y'know-" Matt smiled as he winked at Tord, "Too late."

Before Edd could make another comment, the door closed behind them as his friends left.

Tord face-palmed, letting out a groan, "Why me...?"

"Uhm... I don't know what that was about." Edd spoke, "But I do know I need a cola."

Once the taller returned, he noticed the faraway look on Tord's face, as if he wasn't in the same room as the cola lover.

"Tord?" Edd called, touching his shoulder gently.

The shorter blinked, snapping back to reality as he peered at the other, "Ah- yes?"

"You okay?"

Now that was a loaded question, Tord huffed. He was fine, except he felt nauseous. Was it the thought of confessing or the thought of rejection? Maybe it was both. Most definitely both.

He wasn't capable of having and keeping relationships. He has a few friends, granted that he doesn't get along with one of them, but having a romantic relationship with someone? As if it'll ever happen.