Ethereal Futures (Future Tordtom)

Chapter 12: Forget

TORDLE'S POV

I chuckle as Tom falls into my chest as my private jet steadily travels across the star filled skies. I stroke his hair as per usual, a smile twitching at my lips. He is so adorable, and he is mine, and mine alone. It would be... unfortunate if someone were to go the way of dear ol' Matt, who would've been a valuable asset to me if he could've just fucking learned that he isn't the most important person in the world, and that he can't use people like he tried to use my little Thomas. i feel my hands clenching as i silently want to kill him all over again. suddenly and silently, Tom lifts his hand, cupping my face.

"you okay?"

"Uh.... yeah I'm fine..."

"If it was fine, i would still be sleeping, you stupid commie. now, whats wrong?" 

He sounds so caring, though his words are harsh. i brush stray hairs from his face, taking care not to disrupt some of the bandages that surround his eyes. Those... those were my mistakes, scarring his beautiful face and deep eyes, all from that stupid and uncaring mistake... I blink, realising Tom was still staring up at my affectionately, if he realises it or not, he is continuing to gaze at me gently through his visor, which would connect to his brain allowing him sight as well as some special features that i believe will come in handy, knowing him.

"I'm just happy that... that assh- M-matt.... didn't really hurt you. I'm just... i just can't forget what I've done to you , and why a close friend would do that..." I murmur into Tom's ear. He sat up, in response i began inching close and pressing my shoulder to his.

"Who are you talking about?" Tom twitched his head to the side in mock confusion. I snorted at his screen which had him rolling his eyes.

"Your so stupid.." I frowned fondly at him.

"I guess we have something in common."

"Jehovah's Witness."

"Communist."

The flight passed in a calm silence that no one dared to break. I silently watched as Thomas slowly drifted back to sleep as we entered the borders of a unfamilar yet welcoming warmth.

Tom's POV

I struggled to sleep next to the communist, but i felt myself drifting into a hazy sleep. The last thing i remembered before falling asleep was my head falling into Tord's lap slowly, as if the world was moving in slow motion, us being the only people alive.

I felt someone tapping on my shoulder softly, barely touching my shoulder. I glared up to them, my gaze instantly softening involuntarily. 

Tord.

And i was lying on his lap.

I scrambled up, embarrassed, my face modelling a bright shade of red. Brighter than my future... "Pevert!" I screamed, still backing away from him, blushing even harder.

Tord rolled his eyes at me. "Oh no, your not drunk anymore..." He whined sarcastically, as if he knew how long I've been sober.

"Bitch..."

He gave a vicious grin, pulling me backwards as i began to turn. "What did you say~?" He purred, venom made of aggression lathering his words. I gulped in air, trying not to hyperventilate. I felt anger tugged at me from the back of my head, A blush sneaking its way over my cheeks.

"I thought you have gone past the whole agressive yet in love asshole stage, it seems i have been corrected." I sneered with building confidence.

Tord swiftly pulled out a pistol from who knows where, maybe next to the stick up his ass. He pulled the piece of metal to my head, putting his finger on the trigger.  He put his mouth to my ear, a low growk forming at the back of his throat.

"Are you sure you wish to continue that sentence Thomas?".

"Do you bring a gun everywhere?".

"I do when your around." Before i could comprehend what was happening, Tord was nibbling on my ear. I let out a muffled squeel as he moved down to my neck.

"T-tord... stop, please..." I mumbled out, trying to squirm away. He let me go, my body tumbling toward. I whipped around, The devil haired man grinning in his usual perverse and arrogant way. I held a moment of panic as i realised we were on the plane, i quickly grabbed onto the side of my chair to not fall forward and probably have an extremely painful and slow death.

"Classic stupid Tom, the plane stopped a while ago, idiot." He walked pasted me with elegance, his shoulders bumping both sides of the row. I never realised how strong he actually was, especially since i used to match his strength. But he's made me soft, If i could guess. My bones feel like they dissolved and my muscles feel numbed. Yet I'm usually safe around him, well, from other dangers that is.

I breathed in deeply, finally pulling myself up to exit the plane where the commie was standing. IS IT BAD I THINK OF COMEDIAN EVERYTIME I WRITE COMMIE!?!?! I walked past some random soldiers as i self-consiously approached Tord.

"Took you long enough."

Before i could reply with a witty comeback, i was already being pulled into a tight hug by Tord.

"Idiot..." I whispered, not pulling away. His embrace was somewhat calming, like i knew i was safe if he held me close.

Well, this was going to be fun...

Sorry for the incredibly lazy chapter! I noticed i find it hard to continue things i start, and i try to make these chapters long, but the ideas arent flowingggg.