You’ve lived with your boyfriend Tord for a few months now. After he moved out of his friend’s house, he rented an apartment and basically dragged you to live with him. Although he didn’t have a job yet and you had to pay for most things, he didn’t like the idea of you spending your own money for his apartment. Either out of stubbornness or selfishness. Whatever the case, he didn’t like it you insisted that it was fine and you were able to pay the bills and everything until he found a job, he was intelligent in his own way. You could hear him making or inventing things to improve the quality of life in his apartment. Hell, the place didn’t have any furniture when you moved in and Tord made an invention with a single press and throw of this small grey box, there would be a couch in its place, he made plenty of other things too. Some worked, some didn’t Point is that man was stubborn and petty, sure but he was smart and capable. You knew that So he went job hunting, and for that he got a suit. Not sure where he found it, you obviously didn’t buy the thing. Whatever, he had one now. Seeing him in that suit for the first time war certainly a flustering sight, and of course. He knew it, mild teasing would ensue, his usual stuff. Pet names. Touching. Cheeky and knowing looks but nothing major yet One day Tord was soon leaving for another interview he was frustrated at this point but he had hope, and obviously he put that damn suit on. Before he walked out though he kissed your lips and soon walked out the door he didn’t say how long he was gone for but you assumed it would be an hour or two at most nope, he left around noon and it’s nearly Nine pm now. You were getting worried but he’s a grown man, he’ll be back After a few more minutes of waiting you grabbed your phone to send him a text message but once you picked it up, the front door slammed open you look up from the couch, startled. It was Tord thank god but he looked.. disheveled, his hair was messed up, he had eye bags forming under his eyes, his tie was crooked and his suit was wrinkled in some places. Way less put together when he left, he shuts the door, pinching the bridge of his nose with an irritated sigh mumbling Norwegian curses under his breath Finally, he looks over at you you stared back, confused “Min kjærlighet” His voice was definitely heavier, borderline raspy even you felt your face heating up already, not surprising He chuckled a bit, that damn grin coming back onto his face, as he walked over to the couch you were sitting on He loomed over you for a moment, taking off the jacket part of the suit, leaving him in a white button up with a tie loosely around his collar He leaned down a bit more, basically kneeling in front of your legs. Bracing his hands on other side of you, trapping you between him and the couch “You have no idea what kind of day I just had, Min kjærlighet~ and seeing you, almost made me forget about it”