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“Man fuck prom, its 50 bucks we will never get back”
Tord complained in a familiar whined tone in his accented voice, his grey eyes upturned in a eye roll his trenchcoat covered body leaned back in the worn leather seats of Edds old white pick up truck that edd called “denty” of all things.
Edd was stopped at a red light, holding back a smile; his best friend's whining was comical in a way. Almost like a puppy whining and crying during crate training, but instead, it's just Tord.
“Tord, my parents are paying for our tickets. It's truly a free party.”
Edd did his damnest to start the convincing process, knowing he already got him wrapped around his finger. he just got to get the idea of getting a dress shirt and pants in his mind since Tord had a perfectly fine trenchcoat.
He pressed on the gas pedal gently, he would never let Tord drive after the last time, which nearly totaled his truck, all while a Sir Mix-a-lot tape was blasting in his car.
Tord perked up, sitting right up and looking at Edd with a unreadable look between mischievous and problematic expression, lip curled up in his infamous smirk that Edd has dubbed the “devil smirk”
“So I'm your date?
Tord teased, leaning on the center console he was like this constantly made Edd have to think if Tord was pretending to love titties till he remembers that one time when they fought over kim for
a entire saturday.
“Damn gay much?”
Edd came back real quick with a chuckle after seeing Tord look him up and down. Then he had to wheeze at that look on Tord's face: pure, unbridled disgust. He's even gagging for extra effects, being the dramatic emo he is.
“I want fitte not ikke jævla pikk”
Tord was so offended that he reversed back to Norwegian. Of course, it's just Tord being Tord. His eyes told a different story; he was amused and a bit worked up at the assumption that he started. Edds picked up a bit of Norwegian after knowing Tord for the majority of middle school and high school.
Edd chuckled before slowly making his hand travel over to Tord's thigh. He liked joking around and getting Tord to ease up and knew when the limit was the limit. Tord saw it and started hitting Edd’s big hand like Edd's cat ringo would.
“Eddy! This isn't fair; I can't even get payback!”
Tord screeched bits of high-pitched, cracked laughter coming through and eventually taking over his eyes, a bit wild but happy. He leaned back and accepted fate in mere seconds when his swats didn't work, letting Edd's big, calloused hand rub on his clothed knees with a bit of laughter.
Edd finally pulled into a parking spot in the mall in the far back and sighed in relief when he got between the white lines perfectly, then glancing at Tord’s leaned back and relaxed expression. Rubbing Tord's knee a bit more, knowing he was a bit touch starved and had a slightly rough week.
Edd thought he was off the hook, but the moment he thought about Tord's motto.
Violence with Violence
Tord was going for the kill, tackled him right in the driver seat with that violent little grin he enjoyed seeing so much and reclined edds seat went for a good punch got him right in the mouth.
“Damn you hit harder then your mom”
Edd blurted out, forgetting tords mom was dead for a few seconds. His hands going to Tord’s sides automatically he never would put his hands under the trenchcoat it was a big no-no and Tord would rather pull a gun over it.
Tord completly paused before laughing his ass off and collapsing on edd, it threw him off his little violent streak. He laid on Edd a lot; he felt comfortable enough to do it. Edd never says anything. It's a sign of trust that not even Tom or Matt gets to see in action.
“Mamma would hit harder; she's bony.”
Tord humored his accent, bringing out the mischievous tone in his voice that the glint in his eyes already exposed along with that silly little grin. His face inches from Edd's, something so normal that Edd finds it so amusing.
“Jesus Christ, you're horrible.”
Edd barked out laughter coming out right behind it, a sigh of enjoyment escaping his lips and his old smile that make his brown eyes completely smile with him.
Tord giggled, looking towards the mall then back at Edd, clearly excited to go in. edd has the money; he doesn't even have to worry about anything knowing he going to get anything he wants even if Edd says they are only there for two things.
Tord opened the driver-side door and nearly fell out with a yell. Edd's hands on his side became very much a lifesaver like always. Tord was always eager to shop with Edd, even if it meant falling on his head and making Edd's big hands and weight lifting classes valuable for once.
You need walking lessons?”
Edd teased, putting Tord on his feet and getting his seat back up from being reclined. Knowing what tord what going to come back with next.
“Ugh, I can walk just fine! Hurry up! You're taking so long.”
Tord complained that musically whined tone back in his voice, hands traveling to play with Edd’s wallet chain. Edd ran a hairbrush through his dark brown hair that he kept in the truck.
“How much money you got, Eddy?”
“Dad gave me 200, said your a expensive bitch” edd teased finally getting out of the truck with a thump.
“I aint no expensive bitch”
Tord sassed off with a chuckle, yelping with surprise when his brand new studded belt was pulled on.
“My money went into this belt last week; you begged for it.”
Edd stated with a chuckle before getting on his knees, he offers piggyback rides to Tord mainly since Tord was 110 soaking wet, he found amusement in carrying him around.
“Fine, you win.”
Tord chuckled, getting on Edd’s shoulders and holding on for dear life. He had always been the slightly dramatic one and didn't enjoy walking long distances like Edd, but it was a chance to mess up Edd’s hair and trap him in a noogie.
A win is a win
“payback “
Edd chuckled at Tord's playful shout, teasing him for earlier. With long strides, Edd quickly closed the distance in just a few minutes. His sturdy boots contrasted nicely with Tord's well-loved vans, which were starting to show their age.
He maneuvered Tord off him when he got inside only to see him looking longly at Wendy's, of all places. They can't go anywhere without a frosty. He can't say no to Tord, especially with that look.
“I want a frostyyyyy”
Tord pulled out the whing just for this, making it sound extra annoying, and Edd couldn't help but chuckle and hand Tord a 20 dollar bill.
‘I want a bite; don't flirt with the cashier.”
Edd teased, making Tord smile real big and laugh. He flipped him off in the process. Edd made real progress and walked into a store. He didn't bother to look and see the name of it, he did see dress shirts and thats a win in his book.
He picked out a few red dress shirts and button-ups for Tord to try on when he got back and waited.
About 10 minutes later, Tord walked in with a large frosty and looked not one bit surprised when
he saw the dress shirts in Edd's arms.
“Trade”
Tord stated, simply handing the frosty to Edd. Edd handed the dress shirts to him, noting the semi-focused look in Tord's expression.
“You want me in the dressing room?”
Edd asked, already knowing the answer when he saw Tord's slightly nervous expression and unsure behavior. Tord not all for this fancy mancy shit prom consisted of, he didnt even go to homecoming.
“Ja, please.”
Edd could notice the beginnings of stress welling up and walked in the dressing room after tord sitting on the stool in there. He stayed quiet for a second, observing him noticing the unfocused behavior and hesitancy. So he gently pulled on the trench coat, prompting Tord to finally let out a breath he didn't think he was holding and let Edd pull it off him.
“Thank you.”
Edd nodded, holding the trench coat on his lap, and soon the old smeghead tee tord stole from his closet.
“Two women sat on the roof one night, one says “i think i can see England from here” the other responds, “Oh, you can't see England from here!” You know who the two women were?”
Edd told a joke hoping to soothe Tord's nerves while he tried on dress shirts, the first one a silky dark red one that would go with his black trench coat.
It worked. Tord chuckled. His body soon relaxed, making the fabric less strained around his chest. He wasn't that big, so shopping wasn't too hard.
“Your dad's ex-wife and her sister.” Edd's father must have beat him to it; he must have told Tord the joke a few days back.
“My dad beat me to it?”
“ja”
Not even five minutes later, they were out of the mall. Tord wasn't too picky with clothes, so it was easy to find something that fit and he liked.
“Sleepy?”
He noticed the heavy-eyed look on Tord when he got back in the truck, and curled up against the window, Tord’s sleepy nod confirmed it.