Title: Permanent
Skwisgaard Skwigelf stepped quietly into the room, trying as best as he could to be silent as he knew that his partner was already fast asleep.
Pulling off his boots he leaned against the wall, watching the blankets move up and down slowly with the deep breaths of his Norwegian lover, a grin pulling gently onto his face at the sight. Though he would only admit it to himself, he was still a little star struck that Toki was now there every night waiting for him, wrapped up in his fur bedding, holding Deddy Bear tight to his chest until the Swede could take it's place.
It had been a long time coming, and hardship was not unfound in the process, but the end result was so worth it, being able to run his hands over that chest, feel those passion-filled kisses, and find his way back to his other half at the end of the day.
Once he was completely free of clothes the lead guitarist inched under the fur bedding to his beloved, who whined nonsensical Norwegian at his touch before sleepily opening his eyes, the two shades of blue meeting.
"I's didn'st means to wake yous, min kärlek." Skwisgaard whispered, pulling the younger man up closer to him, pressing his full lips into auburn hair.
Toki shuddered a little at the kiss, making the Swede raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"Are yous alright?" he purred, using his long fingers to slip under his fellow guitarists chin, their eyes meeting once more, though this time the paler was brimming with tears.
Before there was time for a reply Toki released a broken sob and buried his head into the crook of his lover's neck, which was soon soaked with tears.
These sort of nights happened, when nightmares took the gentle spirit of Toki Wartooth, and his lover was left to pick up the pieces of his broken spirit.
The Swede tried very hard to keep composed, knowing that getting panicked would only make it worse for his obviously upset partner.
"Little Tokis..." he hummed, running his fingers up and down the bare back (trying his best to ignore the latticework of scars) of the sobbing man, waiting patiently for him to calm enough for an explanation.
It took a moment but the weeping slowly began to cease and Skwisgaard used this to his advantage, once again cupping the chin of his partner and meeting eyes.
"Speaks to me, käresta" he breathed, a pain in his core rising to see the tear-stained face.
"Skwisgaar, ville du aldri forlate meg?"1 the younger man whimpered, unable to get out anything but his native tongue.
The question shocked the Swede but he stayed calm, even smiled in knowing, and wiped away the hot tears that were literring his darling's face.
"Is goinks to be heres for yous always, little Toki. Whys you sayinks dis? Did I dos somethinks wrong, hmm?"
The Norwegian looked panicked, as he was asked if Skwisgaard did something wrong.
"Nei, nei!" he insisted, breathing hard. The Swede moved their two faces close together, their lips meeting gently and sweetly, the older man running his tongue lightly around the rythm guitarists lips, causing a shutter that this time he knew was okay. He grazed their tongues together teasingly before pulling away, a smile on his face at the swooning man before him.
"Whatevers is upsettinks you is gones now, gullgosse. Sleeps."
Toki smiled, his tears having stopped as fast as they started. The kiss had shaken him completely from the awful nightmare, making him remember so fondly that his Swedish lover was not a temporary measure.
The two curled together, exchanging one more intoxicating kiss, sleep taking them both into velvety warmth.
1. Skwisgaar, you would never leave me?