A Really Dumb Tord X Reader ? (Read Pls)

n e w s t u d e n t.

The tables were new looking. The oak was beaming from how clean it was. The boy swore he could see his own reflection there. As for the chairs, they were darker than the tables for a shade, and perfectly new. In the back of the room were cabinets the girl explained was for teachers use.

Since the tables had two seats, he decided to sit with the girl, which she wasn't bothered with. As minutes passed by, more and more students were filling up the room, making the horned boy a bit anxious and nervous.

Practicing phrases and sentences with the girl he couldn't help but blush. First day at school and he already made a friend, who knows Norwegian, and who is a girl? Sure God was blessing people today.

As he managed to remember what he had to say, the teacher came in. Wanting him to get over to her, he gulped and walked over to the teacher, his hands trembling and his small figure shaking. Remembering that the girl was still watching him, he swallowed it and pulled out his proud look, making him look neutral and confident.

''So boy, go on, and tell us a bit about yourself.''

''Hei! My name is Tord, and I like robots! I moved here with uh.. my family from Norway!''

''No way! Say something in Norwegian then!''

One of the kids taunted. The teacher glared at him and was about to shout, as the boy interrupted her.

''Hold kjeft gutt.''

(Shut up kid. )

Y/n, knowing what he said, was holding her serious face, trying not to laugh, but was failing miserably.

''What's so funny, miss Y/n?''

The teacher asked. She clenched the bottom part of her hoodie, making it crumpled and messy at the bottom part.

''Nothing!''

She retorted confidently. She felt as if repeating what her new only friend Tord said this time. That 'Shut up' echoed in her head. It was kind of.. Hot? No! I shouldn't be thinking like that! Her thoughts were quickly shut off by the same guy asking him.

''And what does that mean? ''

The guy, better known as Damien , one of the schools bullies, asked. Tord gave him a stern glare, making the blonde scared for a second, but he plastered back on his snarky expression and a shit-eating grin.

Tord only looked at him and said.

''It means shut up boy!''

The norsk chirped. Only for the teacher to figure out why Y/n was laughing. Now she was laughing too. Damien only gasped and held his heart like he just got rejected by Kim Kardashian. Seeing this, now the whole class was laughing at him, even his dumb little crew of cowards. The realization of betrayal hit the boy like a train.

Tears were streaming down his face, making some laugh even harder. Nobody even bothered to ask if he was okay. Or why he was bullying everyone. Or why his dad hits him everyday he comes home from school. Or why his mum hurts him with sharp words. Or why he wants to _ _ _.

Wiping the tears from his face, he put on a confident smirk, and replied.

''Why don't you shut up nerd? You seem kind of useless anyway.''

He laughed at his own remark. Everything he said was always right to him. He was always right, he was right, he was right, he was right, he wasright, hewasright,hewasrighthewasrighthewasrighthewasrighthewaswrongverywrongbutwouldntshutupabouthisproblemsandeveryonehateshimnobodyloveshimguessheshoulddiebutanyhowhewasrighthewasrighthewasright.

He wasn't right. But he was about one thing.

That .

Boy.

Was.

Stealing.

His.

Fucking.

S p o t l i g h t.

........

School was finally over, and the duo was making their way home. Turns out, they were neighbors, and their rooms were divided only by a window. Both were happy about that and how their day went, recalling the funny memories from class today.

........

Entering the house, he was greeted by warmth of home and his two dads. Pau and Pat. Tord was adopted, but his parents loved him dearly, and the horned boy loved them back. They were a happy family.

''Hei sønn. Hvordan var din første skoledag?''

(Hey son. How was your first day of school?)

Pau, who the boy called Pa asked. He ruffled the boys hair, making his horns round up with the rest of his hair, but a second after, they popped up again.

''Det var bra. Jeg har til og med fått en ny venn!''

(It was good. I even made a new friend!)

''Woah! Det er flott!''

(Woah! It's great!)

The boy just nodded and smiled. He smiled wider as he smelled food from the kitchen.

''Mm! Hva er det til middag pa?''

(Mm! What's for dinner pa?)

''Kylling og salat.''

(Chicken and salad.)

''Ok! Takk papa. ''

(Ok! Thanks dad.)

Sitting at the table the family gestured to eat, but the boy only kept staring at his food holding his fork. The fathers of course noticed this, and Pau decided to continue the conversation.

''Så, hvem er din nye venn?"
(So, who's your new friend?)

"Oh! Hun heter Y/n, og hun kan heldigvis norsk og går i klassen min. Jeg møtte henne ved et uhell."
(Oh! Her name is Y/!, and she luckily knows Norwegian and goes to my class. I met her by accident.)

"En jente? Og du liker henne? Hmm? "
(A girl? And you like her? Hmm?)

Pau smirked as his son flustered and his his face in embarrassment. Pats quiet laughter could be heard from the kitchen.

"Nei Pa! Hva I helvete? "
(No Pa! What the hell?)

"Hei! Pass på tungen din unge mann!"
(Hey! Watch your tongue young man!)

Pat yelled, startling his son and husband. When Pat was angry, war breaks out. The only thing that can pose calm him down is Pau. Even if shorter, Pau can lift up Pat easily. Of course, being amazed by this, Tord trains so he could lift people too one day.

Finally eating their food, both father and son enjoyed the warm chicken and spicy salad. After finishing dinner, the boy grabbed the dirty plates from the table and put them in the dishwasher, turning the machine on.

Walking to the bathroom Tord slipped off his red hoodie and black shorts, tossing them into the washing machine on the other side of the room.

Stepping into the shower, he washed himself and wrapped a towel around him, mopping the dripping water from his now clean skin.

The caramel haired boy then got to his room, finally dressing himself and getting into bed. What a day he had. For the first time in his life he enjoyed school.

Was it because he made a friend?

Now had a crush?

Or because that crush could understand him and shared some interests?

He might never know. But one thing he did was he liked Y/n.