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We are's runnings away- by deeper blue.

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Trying to forgot what he'd seen earlier today, instead he focuses on the intranet he found while running. Deep into the frozen mountains of his home, he ran. Ran from the unforgiving sight of his mom in a compromising position. Sandwiched between two men.

"Dat ams disgusting." He groans in English, mostly so his mother can't understand this language,-yet- his fingers move faster as he recalls the moment.

As he ran wolves followed after him, he ran faster to try and escape not only them, but the uncomfortable thoughts chasing him too. Not looking where he was running he fell into a chasm. Unconscious for unknown amounts of time, he awoke to find three frozen ice giants from Jotunheim. In the extended arm of the foremost one, his hand lay open. In it was the most beautiful guitar his eyes have ever seen. He thought he had died and went to Valhalla, but of course ice giants aren't allowed with in Valhalla so he knew immediately he was still alive.

He went home and immediately threw himself down on his bed and let his fingers dance away. Not knowing how to play seemed to not even occur to him. His fingers flew in a flurry of emotion. First disgusted, but as he progressed it went to pure hatred of his mother, then crushing loneliness as he thought of his life, then it hit a point he never thought it would, pure joy. Joy at the thought of leaving. Running away. His mother had never really loved him. She just used him for cheap labor, and child support money from the father he wasn't even sure was alive. She never spoke of him, and refused to answer questions about him.

The tone went back to sour a the thought of his father. He looked over and saw the discarded teddy bear he once loved. "Skwisgaar skwigelf, you ams too olds for the Teddy's bear." He told himself. Not because he believed it, but because it was a gift from his mother on his third birthday. Light brown, big head and a very distinctive, long devils tale. He got up and pulled out his back pack from his closet. He threw an extra pair of pants, a couple shirts, socks, a spare pair of shoes, a hat, mittens, all his money he had stolen from his mom over the years, a light blanket and for some reason his teddy bear. He didn't know why but he felt the need to bring it. He threw on another pair of pants over his jeans, a thick winter jacket, and his snow boots. He gently wrapped a towel over his guitar, and put the strap over his shoulder, then threw on his back pack.

He stopped by the kitchen and pulled out a plastic bag. He filled it with all the fruit from the fridge, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water (he figure only one cause he could just keep refilling it with fresh snow), some dried meat, and two boxes of chocolate covered granola bars. He put the plastic bag in his backpack on top of his teddy bear. And with that he was ready to go.

He walked down stairs very loudly, even though it was two a.m., open the loud squeaky door with no care, and slammed it behind him. He hoped it disturbed whoever his mother had brought home, knowing well enough it wouldn't wake her drunk ass up. And with that he began to walk. He walked east. There was a port near Lillehammer where he figured he could sneak onto a boat to America. "Anywheres that ams warms." He whispered into the wind. His blonde hair blowing behind him in the wind. The freezing air chilling him to the bone. 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave in the middle of the night,' he thought to himself.

He just kept walking. He knew if he kept walking he wouldn't fall over. H walked deep into the woods of Sweden. "I'lls hit a towns soons enoughs." He called out into the to the deep frozen night. He trotted through the woods all night. The wind stinging his eyes to the point of watering, making it difficult to see, the snow falling so thick his vision was limited to only three feet all around him.

Around what he guessed was 6 a.m. He finally saw a town in the distance. "Stockholm." He sighed in utter delight. He would have smiled if his face wasn't frozen. He knew he was headed in the right direction at least. It'll be at least three weeks til he reaches the border. Another two until he hits the port. "Ills needs to figures out something's betters than just walkings." He uttered under his breath as he finally reached the town.

He looked at all the tourists around the bustling capital. He saw a group of dorky looking boys huddled around what looked like a professor, "pffft. The Dutch." He snarled in disgust. Women, men, kids and old people. All running around, why does it always have to be this busy here. If there was one thing skwisgaar hated more than the Dutch, it was large amounts of people touching him as they bumped into him. He walked around town all day, looking for anything from spare change on the ground, to anything he could steal. He managed to score another blanket from a vender who was turned around, a box of chocolates from a little kid who's mother wasn't watching, and with a little luck an extra jacket. It was a little small but anything would help.

He settled on a park bench as the sun was setting. It was only around 6 at night, but it was getting dark fast. He opened up the box of chocolates and ate a couple of pieces. He normally didn't like eating chocolate, but he figured why not? He was about to plop another piece in his mouth when he heard the bushes behind him rustle. Automatically he jumped, he wasn't afraid, just startled. He noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at him from within the bush. "Stops spying and just comes outs." He muttered as he settled back into place on his bench.

A young boy, no more than eight, wanderer out from behind and took a seat next to him. He didn't even look at skwisgaar. He just kept his eyes on the ground and his fingers intertwined and between his knees. He looked so pathetic. "What's do yous wants?" He said as he plopped another chocolate on his tongue. Still nothing was said. "How olds ams you?" He questioned again. Still nothing. Now this was getting on his nerves. He should just shoo the kid away. So why didn't he? Something was keeping him from doing so "Where ams yours mom?" Skwisgaar took the boys chin in-between his fingers so the kid would have to look at him.

"I ams runnings aways." The small boy squeaked. Barely audible. That's when skwisgaar noticed the lack of cloths on the boy. He was caked in dirt, his shoulder length hair in knots, his cloths ripped. He noticed thick scars on his upper arms, and scratches littering his visible skin. Something inside made him actually care about this unknown child. He reached for the back pack by his feet and started to pull things from it. First the jacket he had gotten, simply held it out for the boy. He gladly took it and slid into it. Too big for his tiny frame, but it'll do.

"What's ams your names?" He questioned as he started loading things back in his bag, handing the kid a granola bar.

"Toki," the child responded and he took the bar from skwisgaar. It disgusted him how fast toki inhaled the granola.

'He must've been starving.' Skwisgaar thought to himself as he continued to eat the chocolate, until he noticed toki staring at him. "What's?" He spat out, he was use to being stared at by girls his own age, even older women, but not by children.

"Cans I haves a littles?" Toki didn't even seemed fazed by the hostility coming off the older boy next to him. With out a word skwisgaar handed him the box. They were making him sick anyways. Toki poured the whole box into his mouth and swallowed.

'Quite the sweet tooth.' Skwisgaar thought as he got up. He started to walk away until he noticed toki was following him. "What?!" He spat out again. He didn't need some kid following him around.

"I donts know.. I thought I coulds just hangs with yous for a fews days." He looked down at the ground. Something about how humble he was made skwisgaar's cold heart melt a little. He didn't say anything, just gestured for toki to follow. Toki quickened his pace to keep up with skwisgaar. They walked to a local cafe, and went straight into the bathroom. "What's ams we doings in heres?" Toki asked as he took a seat on the toilet.

"Wes am gonna washes you ups a littles. Donts needs some Grubbys kids followings me arounds." Skwisgaar said as he dampened a paper towel. "Shirts offs." Skwisgaar instructed. Toki seemed hesitant, but ultimately complied. Once his shirt was off skwisgaar noticed his back was littered with scars, going up and down it. Some thick and old, some fresh, just now stabbing over. "Who's dids this to yous?" Skwisgaar asked as he started to scrub his face.

"Nobodies. I's.. fells downs.. " skwisgaar knew it was a lie but pressed no further. If he didn't wanna say he didn't have to. Better that way, he didn't wanna get too attached to toki anyways.

"How's longs have yous beens on yours own?" He questioned and he continued to wash the child. Toki simply shrugged. 'Not very talkative now,' he figured it had something to do with his scars. Skwisgaar began to go through his bag. Everything this kid has is cold, wet and torn. Skwis knew the pants wouldn't fit him but he could wear them over his old ones to keep warm. He watch toki get dressed. He didn't feel weird about it cause he was only 15, and toki had to be around 8 or 9. Plus there was no nudity.

He noticed toki staring at something behind him, that's what he noticed his teddy bear had ended up on the ground. "Does you haves the Teddy's bear?" He questioned as he picked it up, staring at its black button eyes. Toki shook his head in response. Again his heart melted a little. He extended his arm out to toki, handing him the teddy bear.

In toki's eyes the gods have sent a great ice giant from Jotunheim to give him the greatest gift he had ever received. He never thought he'd get a friend like this. It's soft brown fur felt like soft fresh warm snow pressed against his face. And as cold as skwisgaar felt, he knew that there was something inside him that made him show kindness to toki. Toki held the teddy bear close and closed his eyes. "I thinks i's calls him deddys bear." Toki said with an adorable smile plastered to his face.

Skwisgaar turned and started to leave. A small smile playing at the edge of his lips.