Hey, finally, another dethklok story! This one is mostly from Toki's POV because it's about him and his family. This is gonna be sooo cuuute!! I know, cute isn't metal in the least, but hell, even Toki can't be metal all the time, right?

Just review!

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Snow whipped their clothing out and around them and the snow glared a ghostly blue.The wind sounded like breath going through a deep bell.

Lillehammer, Norway was a grim place to grow up, indeed. However, it was well away from the hustle and bustle of the modern folk and their blasphemous ideas about love and music and family.

Treacherous.

Anja Wartooth carried a tightly wrapped bundle in her arms, protecting it from the bitter, chilling cold. Although Aslaug did not generaly permit it (it was inappropriate anywhere outside a church or a picnic), she was humming a Norwegian lullaby under her breath.

They had left young Toki behind to watch the house. He was six, he was old enough to know a stranger from a friend. He would be fine.

Who would not be fine was the bundle in her arms. This child... would be a harbinger of doom. She sensed it in her bones and so did Aslaug.

Up ahead in the distance, they could see a thin, weak light and snow reflecting off of icicles. The building they were headed for was just ahead. Bleak, gray and weatherbeaten bricks revealed a sign overhead. Lillehammer leskur.

Aslaug knocked on the door and looked at his wife. She slowly and gently set the baby down. The blankets fell away to reveal a shock of light brown hair that was slowly turning red, the color of hell beneathe them. They could not hope to raise such a child.

They turned and began walking away, back into the driving blizzard, back towards home where a young boy awaited their return.

When the storm had died down and the owner of the shelter opened the door the next morning to get the newspaper, it was to find a baby wrapped in blankets. Well, it wasn't a first. It had viking hair and blue eyes to match the shadows on the snow. A pretty child.

He picked the babe up and as he did so, a note slid out of the bundle. He bent down and retrieved it. There was only a name and the word Lillehammer.

Freya Wartooth.

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PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! Leskur is Norwegian for shelter, in case anyone was wondering. Freya is pronounced (FRAY-ah) and is derived from Norse mythology, the goddess of love and beauty. She would take half the people slain in battle with her to her kingdom.