A/N: I had this idea whilst I was at work today, and decided I simply had to write it. I don't know how often I'll be able to update, but if you guys like it I'll try my best to continue the plot somewhat and add more to it! Rated for violence, sexual scenes and possibly slash depending on what my muses call for at the time and also contains spoilers for Game of Thrones. Obviously I don't own Game of Thrones or Deathklok, if I did I wouldn't be here writing this...
Mordhaus's living space was abuzz with excited chatter as the members of Dethklok and even some lucky Klokateers were gathered around the large television screen appreciatively taking in the sights before them. The band had recently discovered "Game of Thrones", and were currently watching the penultimate episode of the second series.
"Brutal," exclaimed Nathan in awe as Toki cringed and hid behind Skwisgaar when a poor unfortunate soldier of Stannis Baratheon received a block of stone to his skull, which now lay in several pieces at its former owner's feet.
"Toki, stops beings such a cry-baby dildos," the Swede muttered, though didn't attempt to push the rhythm guitarist away. Despite his cool exterior, even the fastest guitarist in the world found some of the scenes and effects particularly harrowing which only added to the epicness of the show.
"Yeah Toki, itsh only a little blood," scoffed Murderface, eyes lit up in delight as the carnage and battle scenes played out in front of them.
Pickles said nothing, merely stared at the screen from his position sprawled out on the floor, back to the sofa between the legs of Murderface and Nathan. His mouth was slightly agape, ready to receive the concoction of Vodka, Rum and Coke which resided in a frosted glass in his right hand. Concerned that his boys had been so quiet for a while, Charles Ofdensen couldn't withhold his curiosity as to what was keeping them so transfixed and so wandered to the living area from his office to see what all the fuss was about, deeply hoping it wasn't some kind of disgusting porn video again. He lingered in the doorway, eyes suspiciously glued to the screen. Clearly there was some kind of battle going on, and HBO had clearly spared no expense on the amount of blood and gore they used but it was very tame even compared to some of Dethklok's music videos. Quietly, he stayed put to see what else the show had to offer.
The episode was coming to a close, during a scene where Queen Cersei Lannister was sat upon the Iron Throne with her youngest son Tommen, prepared to poison him should they lose.
"Fuck you bitch!" shouted Nathan, throwing his half-finished beer bottle at the screen which, thankfully, missed.
"Yeah, jusht cosh you fucked your brother doeshn't mean you can end the life of your abomination," added Murderface. Charles raised his eyebrows at that comment, but declined to comment.
"Oh nos, nots Tommen!" Toki squeaked, eyes reluctantly drawn to the programme again. "I's can't looks!" All were quiet when the doors to the throne room slammed open and armoured figured stormed in. Even Charles felt his heartbeat quicken; he hadn't been watching the rest of the series but was beginning to feel he had missed out.
"All right, Loras!" exclaimed Pickle for the first time as the knight of the flowers swept off his helmet revealing his identity. Tywin Lannister was soon to follow, declaring the war was won. This was greeted by cheer s of delight from both the band and their servants. As the end credits rolled, the Klokateers hastily made themselves scarce and returned to their duties.
"Wowee, thats was such a great espisode!" grinned Toki in delight, "Has we really ams got to wait until tomorrow for the lasts one Nat'ans?"
"Yeah Toki, cos now I'm in the mood for, ya know, getting drunk and finding sluts and stuff," the singer stated, rising and stretching from his position on the edge of the couch.
"Me's too," added Swisgaar, earning a pout from Toki.
"I need to get me schome of thosche weaponsch," Murderface smiled, the first genuine smile to possess his face in a long time.
"Who knew horses and history could be so metal?" asked Pickles to nobody in particular, shaking his head still in awe of what had occurred before him.
"Horses ams metal," interjected Toki. "likes Thunderhorse,"
"Yeah but that was us, which automatically makes it metal," Nathan pointed out. It was at that point they noticed Charles, still stood in the doorway.
"So, you boys are enjoying this series?" he asked quickly to avoid any awkwardness.
"It'sch the moscht aweschome thing ever!" declared Murderface enthusiastically.
"Ja, it ams so awesomes," agreed Skwisgaar, "I dids not touches my guitar once while it ams on," he added proudly.
"Dude, why have we not seen this shit before?" asked Pickle, almost as if accusing Charles of keeping it from them.
"Well, I'm glad you've found something legal which keeps you happy and entertained. In fact, it's a good idea you're saving the last episode for tomorrow night, there are some, er, engineers coming to Mordhaus and it would be easier for all of us if you were all together and preoccupied for an hour or so. So you, you know, don't get in their way or anything,"
"Engineers?" asked Pickles, probably the only band member to question this.
"Um, yes. They're coming to, ah, check that all the security systems are up to date," Charles lied, though he wasn't going to tell the band the truth just yet. The visitors coming were actually bioelectrical scientists, at the forefront of a new little-known field which specialised in reanimating previously-living matter. Charles thought it would be an invaluable technology to have on board, both for the band and for any potential important figures who might become a little too acquainted with their antics.
"We-ell, i suppose that is important," shrugged the drummer.
"Ares yous goinks to watch the last episodes with us Charles?" Toki asked him hopefully. Secretly, he would have been glad of the presence of another because some of the scenes this season had been emotionally poignant for him.
"I'll, ah, see what I can do," Charles answered non-comitedly.
"Find me some sluts!" called Nathan behind him as he left the room in pursuit of his aforementioned activities.
"Ands me!" called Skwisgaar, racing after him. Charles assigned a couple of Klokateers to the task and walked back to his office. He had 24 hours to catch up with the series, and a lot of coffee to get through in that time.