Unbeknownst to the rest of Dethklok, Toki Wartooth believed in marriage.
It had been instilled in his mind from an early age that he should find himself a lovely girl—a fellow member of his congregation—marry her, and have children. Though time would ensure that Toki left his church and his village behind, that particular value stayed. Marriage. A union between two people that loved each other enough that they could be together for a long, long time.
Toki hadn't really thought much of the girls at his church, so maybe he'd find what he was looking for elsewhere. He was still rather young when he ventured out of his small world, into the insanity beyond. He had a talent for music but didn't speak hardly a word of English. The former propelled him into the focus of Nathan Explosion, who immediately snapped him up for Dethklok, much to Charles Offdensen's chagrin when he learned that the poor, frightened boy had been smuggled back to America with Pickles' help. Pickles was good at smuggling things.
Toki couldn't even describe his relief to find a fellow Scandinavian in the band he'd been admitted to. He'd gotten off to a terrible start with Skwisgaar, mistaking him to be a member of the opposite sex. He could remember the first time he saw him, with his head bowed and playing his guitar with utmost concentration. He knew enough English at the time to remark to Pickles the two words that would set off the first temper tantrum of Skwisgaar's he ever witnessed.
"She's pretty."
Pickles' resultant laughter had garnered attention, and it was just when Skwisgaar asked the drummer what was so funny that Toki realized he'd made a huge mistake. Before he could rectify it, it was too late. Pickles had told Skwisgaar what he'd said.
That incident was eventually forgotten, though not easily. It would take a reprimanding from Offdensen as requested by Skwisgaar that the boys stop teasing him about what the Norwegian had said. It was in the past, but Toki still remembered it when the others spare the Swede had forgotten. When Skwisgaar bitched at him about his guitar playing, his childishness, his affection for candy, his, well, anything, Toki would think about that day and smile again, for he knew just how capable he was at annoying the Swede if he ever took the chance. It made him feel better. Always.
As Dethklok grew, two things that Toki noticed were increased isolation and more time spent with Skwisgaar as he was shown the parts he would play in upcoming albums. On the nights when Toki would feel the loneliness that came with being at the top most acutely, he would think of that old expectation from his village and smile. Find a girl, get married, have kids. Sometimes, if he were tired enough, he let his mind wander to places he wasn't sure he felt comfortable with or not.
It actually amused him, mostly, the thought. He wondered what that would be like. He knew it would never happen and that it was completely silly, but it always gave him a laugh. Skwisgaar was, after all, the closest thing he knew to a lady.