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Tom's fight came flying forward, connecting with Tords jaw and sending him stumbling backward. Tords eyes blazed up at him angrily as he stabilized himself, his hand flying up to feel the now-tender and red skin. "Rasshøl!" He shouted, standing up straighter and ramming his shoulder into Toms chest. Tom let out a shout and fell back onto the floor, he brought his arm up to cover his face. Peeking up from the blue sleeve, Tom narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Why can't you ever listen?!" His voice cracked in frustration as he wobbly stood, taking long strides towards the other until he was able to grip his red hoodie.
"Why can't you ever understand?!" Tord spat back, grunting as he was roughly shoved against the yellow wall of their living room. Silver eyes met with black ones, both faces twisted into a scowl. Though, in a moment of no hesitation, Tom suddenly leaned forward and their lips crashed together in a fierce, angry kiss. The others eyes flew open in shock and he went stiff under Toms grasp.
Several moments passed (which seemed like way too long to Tord) and Tom finally pulled away, his cheeks slightly flushed as his grip on the Norsks hoodie faltered slightly. They both panted, worn from their earlier conflict. Tord blinked, his brows furrowing with confusion as he stared into empty voids that seemed to absorb all light. He swallowed the lump in his throat that he wasn't aware was there until just now.
Tom opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out and his throat suddenly felt too dry to even mutter, so he closed it and fully let go of Tords hoodie, taking a few steps back and glancing away as he scratched at his nape awkwardly. Tord blinked a few more times, decided that this was definitely real, and threw his arms open in a confused gesture.
"What the hell was that?!"