
꒱꒱・tord
they haven’t seen each other in years. the last time they spoke, tord had insulted y/n while up inside his giant robot. he expected her to yell back, but instead, something else happened.
she cried. tord’s blood ran cold as y/n screamed her head off. the man in red could hear the sound of his glass window breaking. y/n steadily stopped her screaming, before tom shot a harpoon right at the robot. never had tord thought he could feel such emotion towards y/n.
this happened eight years ago. the two were now standing in front of each other. y/n let a tear slip down her cheek. tord scoffed at her. y/n held her arms out, but tord only turned further. this made y/n choke out sobs. cries of loneliness while her rebellion friends watched her walk towards tord.
”t-tord!” she said, clinging to his torso. he turned around, and y/n had him in her arms. tord pushed y/n to the floor, and she looked up at him, shocked. she brought her knees to her chest, crying into her arms. tord walked away in the dark hallways of the red army base, hearing y/n softly sob behind him.
he didn’t want to leave his love. he knew that this was for the best. she would only get in his way of world domination. y/n felt edd wrap his arms around her and cradle her in his arms. she cried more and more into his green hoodie. tord was gone. tord was long gone, and there was nothing y/n could do about it.
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”..will you please eat something y/n? you can’t do this forever…” edd asked, grabbing y/n’s face and trying to force her to eat. she whined, pushing edd away once again. she hadn’t eaten since she and her friends were captured by the red army. edd, tom, and matt now worked for tord, but tord kept y/n away from everyone.
”he- he keeps me here.. i want to see him…” she cried. the red hoodie tord hand given her all those years ago soaked at the wrist from her crying. edd frowned, leaving her dinner at the desk in the bedroom tord had given her.
”..i’ll call him…” edd said, leaving the room. y/n could hear the clack of a walkie talkie once edd closed the door. the woman in the red hoodie sunk into her bed, feeling the bite scar on her neck from where tord had bitten her years ago.
a soft creak made its way inside the room, then the door shut and locked. someone took off their shoes, their overcoat, and gloves. they set their clothes at the desk chair near the door, and stood next to y/n’s bed. she was wrapped up in the blankets, before they were dragged off of her.
she covered her face with tord’s hoodie. the figure in front of y/n pushed her arms down. a face with soft pink scars littered across his face stared back at y/n. his hair looked very soft, and the same devil horns that made him differ from the others stuck out like lighting bolts.
”tord.” y/n said, before jumping into tord’s arms. he frowned, and hugged her back with no squeeze. she wanted him to lift her up and spin her around like he used to. y/n just wanted to feel loved by him again. “you called, did you not?” tord said. y/n nodded, looking down at her knees.
”well, what is it? do you need more blankets? a bigger room? what, my dear?” he said, a hint of venom coming from the nickname. y/n sobbed into his shoulder a bit more, feeling tord clench her tighter in his hold. this is what she wanted.
”i-i just wanted to s-see you..” she mumbled, scooting closer to where she was straddling his waist. tord felt terrible. this memory of his he kept wrapped around his finger. she yearned for his love again. “im sorry y/n. i cant. we can’t be… anymore.” he said, letting her go. she latched onto him again, this time, audibly crying.
she was pitiful. tord was obviously lying. he loved this woman with all his heart. she made him feel special. this was… no. this IS his lover. he sat down once again, laying next to y/n and letting her cry on his chest. her breathing became rocky, noticing that tord wasn’t leaving anytime soon. she felt her eyes becoming heavy, and soon enough, she was asleep in tord’s arms once again.