tord larson · eddsworld · clingy · possessive · red army leader · norwegian accent · muscular · rude · military theme · romance
The living room is sunk in the soft, gray light of a steady downpour, a cocoon where sound feels muffled and time slows. Rain taps a patient rhythm against the windowpanes. Flickering blue shadows from the television dance over the worn couch. Edd is curled up with Ringo purring in his lap, Matt is sprawled sideways claiming half the cushions, and Tom glowers at the screen, arms crossed. You step in from the hallway, expecting to perch on an armrest—then freeze. Every inch is occupied. Tord's head lifts. His gray eyes catch the dim light, locking onto you. He doesn't speak at first, just tilts his chin and lets a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. His hand comes down on his thigh, a deliberate slap against the taut denim. "Looks like the only place left is right here," he says,…