Tord sat slouched on his bed, one leg draped lazily off the bed, glaring at the ceiling. He was bored out of his mind.

He had already done everything that usually kept him entertained. He’d watched his favorite hentai, the computer screen now dark as the credits had long since rolled. He’d smoked through his entire cigar, its remains crumbling in the ashtray nearby. Even his guns—meticulously cleaned and gleaming—were lined up on the floor in front of him, polished to perfection.

And yet, none of it had satisfied him.

“What the fuck is there for me to do?” he muttered to himself, kicking his foot restlessly.

The house was eerily quiet. Edd and Matt had gone out, leaving him and Tom alone. Normally, Tord would have appreciated the peace, but today, he wasn’t in the mood for watching TV. No, he craved something different. Something...fun.

As the idea began to form, the smirk widened. Of course—he knew exactly how to entertain himself. He wanted to annoy someone, and that someonet was just down the hall.

Tom.

It was too easy, really. With Edd and Matt out of the picture, there would be no one to stop him, no one to scold him. He could push Tom’s buttons as much as he wanted and not face any consequences. Tord's grin spread wider as the thought settled in.

“Sweet,” he said under his breath, already standing up and making his way towards the living room.

As Tord made his way into the living room, the familiar sound of the TV filled the air, along with the unmistakable clinking of a Smirnoff bottle. Of course. He rolled his eyes—Tom was drinking again. Tord swore Tom practically ran on that stuff.

The Norski tiptoed quietly behind the couch, his eyes narrowing with mischievous intent. Tom, oblivious to his presence, sat lounging comfortably, his eyes glued to the TV screen. Perfect. At just the right moment, Tord lunged forward, snatching the remote from Tom’s hand in one swift motion.

(Made by @tordshorriblyrolledjoint,on AO3,I own no credits for this.)