A/N Italics are Norwegian/Swedish
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse
The bus ride to the hotel was awkward, to say the least. Upon seeing Magnus, Skwisgaar had stopped speaking with Toki and decided his time would be better spent glaring at Magnus in order to make sure his eyes didn't linger anywhere they were unwanted. Magnus, forever unwilling to admit defeat to anyone, especially Skwisgaar, met his gaze evenly. Nathan and Murderface alternated between glancing at each other and the two glaring men, while Pickles bounced his leg up and down and tugged on his hair.
"So, uh, you guys are really-" Pickles, desperate to break the silence, tried to speak, but Nathan spoke up suddenly.
"NO ONE WANTS TO FUCK TOKI!"
"That's ah, good to know Nathan. I'm glad," Charles' voice came from nowhere and made them all jump.
"Shit Charlesh, where the fuck did you come from?" Murderface gasped.
"The front of the bus, William. Where I sit. Now, I ah, I need to know what the issue is. Magnus, you and Skwisgaar have been arguing more than usual recently, and judging by Nathan's, ah, outburst, it has something to do with our new acquisition," Charles said, taking a seat beside his band. Magnus and Skwisgaar began to speak quickly , like two arguing siblings, and Charles rubbed his temples. He loved his band, really he did, but actually speaking with them was a trying experience. "Pickles. If you're sober, or at least coherent, explain what happened. If you're not, Nathan can tell me," Charles spoke in the most clinical tone he could, and Pickles shifted to look at him.
"Yeah, I'm mostly sober, I think. Ya know, probly," Pickles shrugged.
"Go ahead then," Charles said, waving his hand.
"A'right. So we were sittin in th' bar, an' Skwisgaar was talkin to Toki, like he has been fer the past couple a days, then he suddenly busted out with somethin about Toki bein a minor. Then Magnus said somethin about Skwisgaar wantin ta fuck around with Toki and Skwisgaar ran off. When he came back, he started pitchin a shit fit about Magnus wantin ta fuck around with Toki, so Magnus got really pissed, then Skwisgaar brought Toki back here. They been glarin at each other ever since," Pickles grinned, and leaned back against the chair.
"Alright. Magnus, Skwisgaar, does that sound correct?" Charles asked the two, who'd yet to look away from one another.
"Ja, others than the fact that he was cuddlings wit littles Toki and makings de bedrooms eyes at him!" Skwisgaar pouted.
"I had my goddamned arm on his fucking shoulder Skwisgaar! It wasn't like I was making out with the kid or something!" Magnus yelled, and Charles sighed.
"Both of you, please ah, calm down, if you would. I don't know where this sex thing came from, or who started it, but both of you need to ah, stop. Skwisgaar, please tell Toki to sit by Nathan and Pickles for the rest of the way. Also, you two will be ah, sharing a room at the hotel so you can work this out," Charles said.
"There! That's the fucking problem! None of us can talk to the kid, and Skwisgaar won't translate for us," Magnus said, crossing his arms.
"Fair enough. I will hire someone to begin teaching Toki English as soon as possible," Charles said.
"I's can teach him betters than some dildos you hire," Skwisgaar said, glaring at the man as he stood.
"No. I ah, think it's best if neither you nor Magnus spend too much time with him until this argument blows over. Also Skwisgaar, please avoid mentioning the reason why you and Magnus are fighting to him. That's not something a new band needs to deal with," Charles said, sweeping gracefully back to the front of the bus. About five minutes passed.
"Hey, uh, Skwisgaar? Didn't Charles say to send him over, you know, here?" Nathan asked, his voice slower than usual due to grogginess. Skwisgaar sighed, and tapped Toki's arm. The boy immediately gazed up at him, pale blue eyes bright.
"Our manager Charles is being a dick. He says you have to go sit over there with Nathan and Pickles," Skwisgaar mumbled out, not quite willing to let the words pass.
"Why?" the younger boy asked, also unwilling to move from his place by the only one on the bus who could understand him.
"He doesn't want you to get hurt if Magnus and I start hitting each other again," Skwisgaar lied easily, giving the younger a gentle push to get him to stand. The boy sighed, but nodded and walked over to the empty place between the two men. Skwisgaar made sure to look over and check on him in between bouts of glaring at Magnus.
It was well past midnight when they arrived at the hotel, and Toki had fallen asleep. His head lolled limply against Nathan's arm, and surprisingly enough the singer did little more than complain about drool on his coat. Skwisgaar was once again pissed, as was Magnus, though he hid it a bit better.
"Does he want to fuck him too? By next week I'll be protecting his ass from all of them," Skwisgaar mumbled in his native tongue, daring anyone to ask what he'd said.
When the bus came to a full stop both Magnus and Skwisgaar stood to get the boy and carry him inside, though Nathan had already gotten him by the time they finished pushing and shoving at each other. Upon noticing this, both pretended the other had shoved them back when they tried to get out of the bus. Pickles told them they were stupid douchebags and went inside as well, Murderface close behind him. With one final glare, the two got off the bus and went inside.
Murderface, Pickles, Nathan, and Toki had already gone upstairs by the time Magnus and Skwisgaar entered.
"Where ams Tokis?" Skwisgaar asked, seeing no napping brunettes in the lobby.
"I ah, already told you Skwisgaar, you're sharing a room with Magnus tonight. Toki is in Murderface's room," the manager said, handing each of them a key.
"Charles, I can't stay in the same room with this asshole all night!" Magnus yelled and made the woman behind the desk flinch.
"Calm down, Magnus, it's just for one night. We'll be back on the road tomorrow, but the bus driver needs sleep as well. You two need to spend more time together in order to avoid future incidents anyway. Bands don't get famous for their members trying to kill each other on stage. Now please, go ah, go upstairs," Charles said as he got his own room key from the clerk.
"Can'ts Toki at least stay wit yous, Mr. Managers? I don'ts know if Murderface will hurts him or not," Skwisgaar said, crossing his skinny arms in worry for the tiny boy.
"Toki will be fine. He's still sleeping anyway, so I doubt he'll be able to do anything that bothers William," Charles said with finality, side-stepping the two men and going upstairs. They followed dejectedly after him, and stomped into their room.
Skwisgaar fell onto his bed as soon as he propped his guitar against the wall and put his bags in the bathroom, but Magnus continued to pace noisily around the room.
"Shuts de fucks up Magnus, I's already has to share a room wit you, yous can at leasts let me sleep," Skwisgaar growled, his eyes nearly shut. Magnus walked over and punched his jaw hard enough that a dark purple bruise began to bloom almost right away. "What de hells was dat for?" Skwisgaar screamed, spitting dark blood onto his comforter.
"You think you're such a fucking prize, don't you? You must think Toki is so desperate to get with you. No one could not want to screw around with you, isn't that right?" the man was snarling, more angry than he'd been in a while, and Skwisgaar actually slid away with not a small amount of fear.
"What ams you talkings about Magnus? I don'ts want to fucks little Tokis, he ams likes de brothers, ja? Neither of us wants to fucks him, remembers? Wes both saids so on de bus," Skwisgaar said, trying to calm him down with a little half-lie.
"Don't fuck with me Skwisgaar. I don't want the kid hurt, especially not by you. He should have better than a skinny bastard like you," Magnus had grabbed the front of Skwisgaar's white shirt, now stained red in a couple of spots, and looked ready to hit him again.
"Magnus, please calms down. Where ams dis comings from? I dont's want Tokis, no one wants Toki, not likes dat," Skwisgaar said, despite the fact that he didn't believe that himself. Magnus laughed, but it was a cruel and dark, unlike any laugh he'd released before.
"I've been so fucking pissed at you all damn day Skwisgaar. You got the kid, who you acted like you fucking hated a few days ago, to cling to you in goddamned no time because you're not letting him fucking talk to anyone else. You're keeping him too close for friendship, and I don't fucking like it. He's not yours just because you speak the same damn language," Magnus slapped the blonde and sent more blood to his mouth.
"Sons of de bitches!" Skwisgaar yelled, swinging his own arm around to knock Magnus away. "I ams never saids he was mine, but fucks if he isn't! He's has saids he is scareds of all of yous other guys!" Skwisgaar shrieked, wiping the blood from his mouth and leaping on top of the fallen Magnus to strike at his face. Magnus flung him into the wall, the thin man flying like a rag doll, and began to yell back.
"You're a damned idiot Skwisgaar, you always have been! The kid is probably scared because you tell him to be! Who the hell knows what you say about us when you're talking to him?" Magnus threw another punch, but Skwisgaar dodged and it hit the wall. Skwisgaar forced him onto his stomach and pressed all his minimal weight onto his back to keep him still.
"Why in de hells does you even care? You don'ts want him, rights? You amnest likes men," Skwisgaar taunted, slowly pulling the other man's arms behind his back, just to make sure the other wouldn't be able to get free.
"And you do?" he yelled, twisting and jerking like a snake to try and escape from the tall blonde. Skwisgaar laughed and dug his knees into Magnus' lower back.
"Yous has said yous self that I's is a slut. I's will fucks wit anything." Magnus grunted angrily and knocked the blonde away, before shoving his face into the carpet.
"Fucking bitch, don't pretend he's a damn conquest like all the bitches you fuck with. He's special," Magnus hissed, punching Skwisgaar's spine.
"AH! S-Sos, yous admits that you wants him?" he asked, feeling blood drip from Magnus' forehead to his shoulder blades.
"Yes, alright, I fucking want the kid, I wanted him as soon as I fucking saw him! I don't know why, but I fucking do, and I'm damn well not going to let you have him!" Magnus shouted, and Skwisgaar laughed, though it was wheezy and broken.
"Den I guesses we gots more of a reason to fights than usuals."
"Yeah," Magnus began as he rolled off of the blonde, "I guess so," he finished, his adrenaline drained and his body weak. A knock sounded on the door, and Skwisgaar stumbled to his feet, blood still dribbling from his nose and mouth. Just as he reached the door, another knock sounded.
"Ja, ja, I's here," he said, opening the door to reveal Toki, who immediately took his hand and asked if he was alright once he saw his face.
"I'm alright little Toki, don't worry. Magnus looks worse than me," Skwisgaar said with a smile as he patted the boy's head.
"C-Can I come in? I heard a lot of yelling, and I think Murderface is angry," Toki said, fiddling with the end of his shirt and looking anywhere but Skwisgaar's bloody face.
"Of course Toki, you are always welcome wherever I am," Skwisgaar said, smirking the smirk that had charmed countless women into his bed. Toki blushed a delicate pink, his eyes still downcast. "Come," the taller said, leading the shorter into the room where Magnus lay breathing heavily on the floor.
"What happened?" Toki frowned, seeing the blood all over the room.
"We just fought. Please, don't worry Toki, we've done worse than this to each other," Skwisgaar said, though he felt a bit hazy and couldn't remember when.
"I... alright. Both of you should get into bed," Toki said, walking over to Magnus and pulling him up. Magnus pretended to fall again once he was halfway up and sent Toki sprawling on top of him. Skwisgaar glared, and pulled the boy up.
"Toki, go into the bathroom and wet a couple of rags so we can wash our faces. Ah, and get the antiseptic in the blue bag as well," Skwisgaar said, and Toki nodded, eager to help. "That was nots very nices. Yous really shoulds play fairs," Skwisgaar said, blonde brow arched elegantly.
"You've got the advantage of speaking his language, so I should get a physical advantage, at least until he learns English," Magnus said, pulling himself from the floor. Skwisgaar snorted, but nodded in agreement as Toki came out cradling the supplies. He went over and sat on Skwisgaar's bed, and just as the blonde man was about to give the other a victorious smile, the youngest in the room gestured for Magnus to come over as well. He grinned and walked over confidently, sitting on Toki's other side. Toki held the rag in his hand and perched on his knees as he washed the blood from both of their faces and gently spread the antiseptic over the open cuts. Despite their reputation they both flinched when the stinging cream touched them and Toki, recognizing pain, allowed his hand to delicately touch their cheeks in comfort.
"Are you both better now?"Toki asked softly once he'd finished.
"We are. Thank you very much Toki. Anyway, you can stay here with me if you like. I'm sure Magnus wouldn't mind sharing a room with Murderface," Skwisgaar said, intending to make full use of his language advantage while it lasted.
"No, no, it's alright! I'm sure Murderface has calmed down now that you two are quiet," Toki said with a smile as he stood on his knees again in order to kiss their cheeks, more out of habit than anything. "Agh! Skwisgaar, please tell Magnus I'm sorry! I'd already forgotten that Americans don't do that," he said immediately after, embarrassed. Skwisgaar patted his head and returned the gesture.
"I already told you not to worry Toki, none of us besides Murderface mind. It's fine as long as you don't do it to people you don't know," he said as Magnus leaned forward to peck each of Toki's cheeks, allowing each one to go on for longer than strictly necessary. Skwisgaar glared at him, and his mind amended his earlier statement of 'it's fine as long as you don't do it to people you don't know,' to 'it's fine as long as you don't do it to anyone except me.' Toki smiled up at both of them and waved.
"Alright! I'll see you both in the morning!"
"Goodnight," Skwisgaar called as he left the room. Magnus could only offer a wave.
"Damn. Never thought a greeting like that from a kid like him could piss me off, but seeing him do it to you is awful," Magnus snickered as he lay back on his bed.
"Ja, yous is tellings me. I cans alreadies tell yous 'physicals adsvantage' ams goings to be hell," Skwisgaar said as he, too, lay back on the bed. Magnus laughed, and looked over at the blonde on the other side of the room.
"You know, it's a real fucking shame. We've been in a band together for almost a year and the first common ground we have is our mutual hatred for the other touching some Norwegian kid," Magnus said, and Skwisgaar laughed as well.
"We ams fucked ups, whats can I's say? Now goes to sleeps, fuckings dildo, and don'ts be punchings me in the face agains," Skwisgaar said, rolling over to face the wall.
"Fine, fine, little fucking princess," Magnus laughed again and rolled over to face the other wall.
"I's not a ladies," Skwisgaar mumbled before drifting off to sleep. Magnus rolled his eyes once again and did the same.
A/N If you guys reading this wouldn't mind, I'd like you to tell me if you want Toki to end up with Magnus or Skwisgaar. You can let me know through review or the poll I have set up on my profile.
