Pickles was woken up by knocking on his door.
The ten bottles of vodka he had drunk earlier made the knocking sound more like loud banging however and he groaned and covered his head with his pillow in the vain hope that whoever was knocking would stop and go away.
There was a pause and Pickles smiled to himself as he relaxed and tried to go back to sleep.
A familiar soft sob was heard behind the door, making him open one eye slowly and stare at the door.
"Pickle…" Toki whimpered.
Groaning softly, Pickles staggered to his feet and softly cursed to himself as he opened the door.
"What do ya...? Fuck." He muttered as his red rimmed eyes adjusted to see Toki more clearly.
The youngest member of Dethklok looked utterly miserable. He was dressed in sky blue pajama bottoms and one of Skwisgaar's t-shirts; the sleeves covered in dried up snot from being used for a handkerchief. His faithful Deddy bear was clutched to his chest tightly, the top of its head becoming soaked with the tears that flowed freely down his cheeks.
"What's wrong, baby?" Pickles asked softly.
With a strangled sob, Toki lunged forward and hugged him tightly, his face buried in his chest.
"Come on, Toki." Pickles sighed, rubbing the sobbing Norwegian's back as he led him inside and shut the door.
He let him cry it out, patting his head at times. After ten minutes, he sat Toki down on his bed and wiped away his tears.
"What's wrong?"
"I…I hads bad dream!"
"…"
He sniffled, using his arm once more to wipe away some stray runny snot taking up residence on his upper lip.
"Yer cryin' over a dream?"
"Ja…"
"…"
"I dreamt I dieds!"
"Toki…" He sat down beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders in comfort.
"I gots hit bys a car!" Toki whimpered, his lips trembling. "Murderface cutted himself, yous drank more than normals, ands Skwisgaar and Na'tan was all screwed up insides!"
"Toki, it was a dream." He reminded him.
"And thens…"
"Toki!"
Flinching, he turned his head toward him and his lips were met with Pickles'.
The kiss slowly deepened and soon their tongues met to caress each other gently; Toki's teeth lightly nibbling on the metal stud in Pickles' tongue.
Once the kiss was broken, Pickles smiled as he pulled Toki down to lie on top of him.
"Feel any better?"
"Ja."
"Good."
"Pickle?"
"Yes, Toki?"
"Would yous protect me froms Murderface?"
"…Why?"
"I…throwed away all ofs his weapons."
Pickles could feel his headache coming back.
"And you did this because...?"
"I didn'ts want tos twitch for an hour befores dying! I dreams he go crazies ands…"
"Toki?"
"Ja, Pickle?"
"Go to sleep."
"Ok…"
Hours Later:
"Where da fuck are mah weaponsh!?!"