torbjornandreassen:
“Implying that you’ll never get old, and there was every anything wrong with being little spoon. Cute.” Tor let out a teasing huff while neatly laying his fancier clothes on the dresser and changing into his lounge clothes. “Still cheeky.”
“Look. You have fourteen years on me. You’ll be the one in diapers first,” he teased before flopping on the bed and then rolling onto his back to stare at Tor. “Am I cute? I feel most would find my habits obnoxious and not fitting of someone as cool as I.”















