TomTord/TordTom Oneshots and eddsworld art

Flirty~

tord's a blacksmith just tryin to do his job, leave him alone Tom—

(Tord's POV)

"Oh, blacksmith?~" a sing-songy voice calls out from my open window. I sigh with a small chuckle.
"What is it, thief?" I ask with a smile, glancing at said thief through my goggles. Donning a dusty cloak with a ripped hood atop his head, old tunic with torn pants, and a stolen bag to hold his goods.
"How rude!" He gasps in exaggeration. "Accuse moi? Of being a thief? Uncalled for, dear blacksmith!" He says with extra sass, holding his hand to his heart.

"Who have you stolen from this time?" I ask him as I pull the ladle containing molten metal from the furnace.
"No one! Unless stealing your heart counts~" He says with a grin, those black eye sockets lighting up. Scoffing at the flirt aimed my way, I pour out the metal into a mold for a dagger.
"You'll have to try harder than that to get ahold of my heart, Thomas." I say, grinning at the mock-offended Tom.

"Fine, fine," Tom says with a chuckle. "I got some gold from our...great, noble, and selfless Duke Matt." He drawls, sarcasm coating his description.
"He'll find out, you know." I respond idly, grabbing a hammer to forge the metal. "He always does,"
"Nuh-uh," Tom cuts in. "Edd always found out for him. Besides, they wouldn't mind if a little gold went missing from their collection...especially if it's for a close friend like me."

"Anyway, how have you been? Any new projects as of late?" He asks me, leaning against the windowsill, his dirty spiked hair poking out from under his hood.
"Mm...I'm working on a dagger now, does that count?" I hum, starting to hammer the metal. I beat down a bit harshly on it, shaping it into its pointed edge.
"If you pound me like you do that dagger, maybe it would." Tom says casually, biting his lip.

"..what the fuck, Tom." I reply more as a statement than anything, a blush quickly spreading on my face. "Are you drunk? Used that gold to buy whiskey?"
"I'm sober as can be, mon amour." Tom responds, shrugging.
"Horny as can be too, apparently." I snicker, grabbing tongs to pick up the newly forged dagger.
"Yeah, whatever you say." Tom brushes it off.

"Y'know, I've been dreaming of the most valuable thing I could have." Tom says smoothly.
"Is that so? What is this valuable you dream of?" I ask, dunking the dagger blade in water, a loud and satisfying hiss escaping the rapidly cooling metal.
"You, my dear," Tom says coquettishly with a smirk.
"Ahah, very funny." I roll my eyes, a blush still evident on my face.

"All truth, Mr. Blacksmith." Tom says with a grin. "Hot as a spitfire, melting my heart like you do the metal, it's a surprise that I haven't stolen you for myself~" Tom flirts with a wink and a smile.
"Wha-! Uh- t-talkative to-day aren't we?" I sputter, almost losing my hold on the dagger. Bursting out in laughter, his voice adorable and music to my ears, he hops over the windowsill and into my forge, swaggering over to me.
"Oh, mon amour! Why so flustered?" He says as he presses up against me and leans on my shoulder.

"Jehovah- why do you have to be so tall?" Tom complains slightly, poking my arm. "Oh- strong too." Tom comments, squishing my muscle.
"Ew. Tom, stop that." I gently bump him with my hip as I place the dull dagger blade on the table.
"You know you love me." He says with a grin.
"Are you so sure about that?" I respond absentmindedly, eyebrows slightly raised.

"You wouldn't willingly deal with my shit every time I came if you didn't." Tom smiles, placing a hand on his hip.
"I suppose," I shrug, pulling off my gloves. "Why do you come bother me anyway? You could be doing something much more productive than talking to me."
"Isn't it obvious? Have the clues not been clear?" Tom asks. "I love you, do I need anymore reason than that, mon amour?" He says as he grabs my chin and tilts it down towards him.

"Maybe you do," I say with raised eyebrows.
"Mm? Is that so?" Tom hums, giving a smirk. "Or maybe I just need to prove my love to you." He suggests.
"Yeah? And how would you—" He cuts me off by pushing down the back of my neck with his free hand, pressing my lips against his. I freeze, keeping my eyes open in surprise.

Letting go slowly, he looks at me with half-lidded 'eyes' before bursting out in laughter again. Holding his stomach, wheezing.
"HAH- oh, my—" Tom pauses to breathe. "Your face is hilarious!"
"Wha-" I notice the burning in my face, bringing a hand up to feel it. "Oh, you bastard!" I exclaim, watching the wheezing man.
"W-what is it? Did I steal your first kiss?" Tom asks, calming down, a smug grin stuck on his face.

"W-what? N-no—"
"Oh, my- I did, didn't I? That's gold!" He laughs again.
"S-shut up!" I lightly punch his arm.
"Ow! You're stronger than you think, you know!" Tom whines. "And be honest with me, did you like it?" He asks with that smirk of his.
"I-I..." I think back to the kiss. His lips weren't exactly soft, quite chapped actually. But...he was gentle, pushing past the fluster of the moment, I did enjoy it.

"..maybe..." I mumble, face still red.
"Aww...I'm glad! That was my first too." Tom coos with a smile. "Soo...permission to court you?" He asks with a flirtatious smile.
"Hah..." I huff. "Granted, get over here and kiss me again."
"Gladly~"

a/n:
is this creative—
not very edited again