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Tord liked Edd’s bed more then his own, he wouldnt deny it if someone asked but he would deny that he was into Edd he’ll look at them with that judgemental look and roll those eyes even at his dad who would simply whack him in the head with a chuckle then reassuring Tord “i will still love you if your gay”, Tord’s dad didnt care if Tord ended up gay, that was his only son. He also had a bet with Edd's dad, so he hoping to win that too. It was 50 bucks more in his pocket.
Tord was being lazy. It was senior summer, and he and Edd had recently graduated. There was a graduation party, and Tord's extended family had traveled from Norway to attend, meaning he couldn't exactly go to Edd's house.
It's been a hour after everyone left, leaving Tord alone with graduation gifts, wrapped in a big blanket on the couch near midnight. He pouted slightly, doing his tired slow blinking he's done since he was tiny. He was a sleepy thing, nodding off at times but always waking up and looking around and becoming more pouty the moment he realized Edd wasn't there.
Eventually he stood up, putting her blanket around him rubbing his eyes looking at his dad with that pitiful look.
“You got to be serious?”
His dad was humored, he knew it was about edd and tord being told he couldnt go over there earlier.
“Ja, I can't sleep.”
“But you can sleep at Edd’s?”
“Ja”
“God, you're in denial.”
Tord looked at him with that judgemental look, shaking his head he will deny it till the end of his days.
“Dad i like pussy”
“And Edd?”
“Edd has a cock not a pussy”
Tord's father was cracking up, tears running down his face, shaking like hell.
“Why do you sleep in his bed?”
Tord rolled his eyes before collapsing onto the couch, whining.
He's warm.”
“Are you seriously about to cry over this?
Tord was curled up on the couch, pouting, his breathing shallow and rapid; a slight catching in his breathing was easy to catch.
“It's cold…”
Tord trailed off, he had his moments where he would cry over random things, more or less anything about Edd or his dad.
He got a free ride to the corner store for a big bag of bacon flavored chips and a coke.
“You're such a baby. It's either Edd or me you cry over.”
Tords father teased walking the pitiful looking tord wrapped in a blanket back to his truck.
Tord sniffled and cheered up slightly when he climbed back in the truck, nodding off in mere minutes as the truck was turned around
After 10 minutes the truck was parked and tord was being carried in, he was too exhausted from the party to complain about being carried.
But he made it to Edd's bed; that's all that mattered.