Swear words and pet names (Tomtord)

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Toms POV

"Faen!"

I raise an eyebrow, but continues to ignore the string of what I assume is profanity spilling from my housemates mouth.

"What's-"

Before poor unsuspecting Edd could finish his sentence he's hit in the face with a projectile magazine.

"...going on?"

I sigh and put my book down after marking the page I was on. I place it in my lap to watch the Norsk tear apart the living room. "A temper tantrum."

"Dra til helvete, jehovah, I can't find my hat!" He barks back at me, winding back to throw a pillow. Before I could throw my arms up to catch it, Tord throws it to the floor. "It was you!" he barks out pointing at me accusingly.

"What?"

"Ha ha, don't what me! You took it!" Tord accuses. I throw my arms up in defense, "Hey! What would I want to do with your stupid hat!" I retort. "Woah!" Edd interjects, "Where did you leave it last, Tord? Tom hasn't moved all day."

I don't know why everything is always my fault. I don't need to be defended, I haven't done anything. Tord has no reason to accuse me of taking his hat when he probably just carelessly left it somewhere when he got distracted by hentai or something. Before Tord can answer Edd, I cut him off. "I haven't touched your shit, commie, fuck off. Don't accuse me with no evidence"

Before I know it, we're bickering like usual while Edd watches helplessly. This is nothing out of the ordinary for the TomTordEdMatt household. Normally we all get along without bringing the house down, but Tord and I have always been at each other's throats. If it isn't something I've done, it's something he did. I could not tell you how this whole rivalry started, just that most of the time the Norsk frustrates me to no end. He's always poking fun at me even when I try to be civil for Edd and Matt. Deep down I don't really hate him, although he tests that fact constantly, but he never gets off my back. Sure, I provoke him too, but it's not always me.

"Lukk den fete munnen din! Du er alltid den som forårsaker problemer!"

At this point I'm up off the couch and Tord and I are face to face, poor Edd sighing as he knows he can't separate us now. "Oh typical! Argue with me in a language I don't understand!" I snap. "At least say something I can understand so I can fight back properly! Coward!" Tord smirks. "Liker du ikke det, pen gutt?" I grit my teeth in frustration. He always does this, no doubt he's saying horrible things about me. Out of everything Tord does, I hate this the most. I can't even defend myself. I opened my mouth to say something before the door leading to the garage swings open.

Matt bounces in, shining with optimism like he always does. "Tord!" He chimes. "What's your hat doing in the garage?"

"Oh!" The Norsk perks up at the mention of his hat. Abandoning our argument, he rushes past Matt and into the garage. "Are you kidding me?" I yell at him. He walks back in with his hat, no longer glaring or smirking. He beams at Matt. "Thank you! Been looking for this all morning! You know I can't focus without it."

"Well! Glad to see that's taken care of." Edd sighs in relief. Tord begins to walk upstairs. "Wait!" I shout. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I cross my arms in annoyance as everyone turns to give me a look of confusion. "No, I got my hat" Tord says, confused. I frown harder. "You're forgetting my apology. I didn't take your stupid hat."

Tord has the audacity to laugh. "Ah! Sorry, elskede." He shoots me a smile before retreating upstairs. His half-ass apology does nothing to dull my frustration. I can't understand a word of Norwegian, but that doesn't mean I can't pick up on what insults the commie throws at me. The more frequently he throws curses at me the easier it gets to recognize when he's insulting me. And lately it's been elskede this, elskede that. I know exactly when I'm being made fun of and that must be the worst of it all. He won't even use the word in reference to Edd or Matt, that must mean it's the nastiest. Why me? What did I do to piss him off so bad I get my own word? I can't figure out how to spell it by sound alone so I couldn't translate it if I tried. And if I asked the commie he'd just laugh and tell me to read a book like last ti- wait a minute.