DISLAIMER: I amnest ownings das Dethklok. Yeah. I don't. Oh well. But Thora… Well… Isprincessa!
Author's Note: HEY! I am SOOOOOO HAPPY to see the views, reviews, and support picking back up! I'm sooooooo happy to be back. I've designed a few Thora images, in modeling and what not, since a picture is worth a thousand words or whatevah! But I love you guys, seriously. Thanks a ton xoxo
Takk!
SideNote: POV Surprise :*
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Flash. Flash Flash. Flash.
She needed to earn her keep. To be here, in America, with her Lyn.
Click. Flash. Click.
They broke apart for an instant as Skwis toppled to the floor, she astride him.
"There you go! Good good! This is perfect, guys!" Detta's perkiness rang out.
"Du dumme jævel. Jeg vil heller Murderface enn deg!" You stupid bastard. I'd rather Murderface than you. She hissed as she bent down, biting where his shoulder and neck met, drawing blood.
He gasped, tangling a hand through her hair roughly.
"åh verkligen? Jag skulle säga att du älskar varje sekund, men det är uppenbart att du bara knulla bögar och familj!" Oh truly? I'd say you love every second, but it's obvious you only fuck faggots and family!
She slapped him, and kissed him again, tasting the blood in his mouth.
"Jeg hater deg, drittsekk!" I hate you, asshole!
He reveled in the alcohol on her breath mingled with the blood in his mouth. Upon realizing this, he threw her off, and stormed out.
"FUCKS YOU OFDENSEN!" Was the echo left as heavy boots stormed away.
That night, Skwisgaar Skwigelf dreamed of her, and her fury.
….
Something was wrong. He hadn't been able to sleep properly in two days. His precious guitar was in its stand next to his bed, untouched. His icy eyes were bloodshot from the overabundance of alcohol. His normally lush hair was dull, and tangled. He was neglecting to shower. To eat, more than usual. Skwisgaar Skwigelf was curled up on the corner of his snow-white bed, in his snow-white kingdom, nursing a bottle of Bacardi. And all he could think of was her.
It didn't make sense as to why a simple Norwegian whore was troubling his mind. She wasn't a whore, actually, but he didn't give a fuck. He wanted to hate her, but he'd gotten a taste, and now his body craved her. The Ice King was not used to being told no, or depriving himself of simple pleasures. He didn't want to want her; but he did.
It wasn't that he was magically in love with her, like those stupid movies Murderface secretly watched. He didn't want to hold her hand, or whisper sweet things in their language. He wanted to take a handful of her hair, bend her over his bed, and -
A loud, uncertain knock echoed about his empty chamber, around his empty head, beating at his frozen heart.
"Komma, dödlig." Come, mortal. His voice was hoarse from lack of use. He hadn't spoken, or even left his room since the Preliminary Disaster.
Tentatively, the door creaked open. Ominously. Long, raven hair appeared, followed by the mass that was the Frontman. Nathan eyed the Swede with concern. Toki poked his head around next.
"I tolds you he amnest deads!" He trilled.
"Schit." Murderface lisped, passing what appeared to be a candy bar to Toki. The door swung open completely, and five bodies filled the doorway.
"What ams you be wantings?" Skwis growled.
"Uh, to make sure ya wasn't dead, doode."
"No one has, ah, laid eyes on you in a few days, Mr. Skwigelf." Charles chimed in, sending chills down the Nord's back. Why did that dildo have to come?
"Tyvärr är jag. Få dem att försvinna, Toki. Nu." Unfortunately, I am. Make them go away, Toki. Now.
Toki slid into the room, his eyes dark and concerned. "Skwis, vad är det med dig? Du inte har spelat din gitarr. Du kommer inte att äta, och du luktar som döda. Är du sjuk? Behöver du en läkare?" Skwis, whatis the matter with you? You haven't played your guitar. You won't eat, and you smell like the dead. Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?
Stupid Toki. He thought. Your sister, she-demon, she's poisoned me.
"Uh, doodes, what's goin ahn?"
"He ams saying for yous to go aways. But I asks him if he ams sick, or be needing das doctor."
"I amnest sick. I ams fines. Go aways." But no one moved. "NOW!" The room blurred. And all went dark.
Skwisgaar awoke with a start. He stared at his door. It was closed, and no one was there. His last word echoed in the room. He was as alone as ever, and somehow, that made him a little sadder.
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After Skwisgaar had passed out, possibly from the abundance of alcohol in his system, possibly from lack of food, but probably from no sleep, they left. Toki tiptoed over, and took the bottle of rum from his icy hands. The Norwegian wasn't sure what was wrong with his friend, but he was worried. He would go to the person he trusted most, besides Deddy and his crack-cocaine clown; His Torden.
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Nathan stopped Toki in his tracks with by placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Toki. We need ideas."
Nathan and Pickles had called a whole-band-without-Skwis-Plus-Charles meeting. Toki was nearly in tears. The Ice King hadn't emerged from his Snow Den in four days. He still hadn't eaten, or showered. Or anythinged. He wouldn't speak to anyone, except the occasional word: Thora.
"He keepsch aschking for her." Murderface nervously carved into the already-scarred reading table they sat at.
"Toki, erm, the Doctor says that, ah, the human body can only go so long without, ah food." Charles spoke solemnly. He was nearly regretting his threat to the Norseman. He had tried everything. Bribery, coaxing, apologizing, even threatening Skiwsgaar to come out and eat. To play. Nothing thus far had worked.
"We can't let 'im die, doode."
"I KNOWS!" Toki choked down a sob. "But she amnest wantings to go talks with him. I knows dis. She ams afraids of hims." I am afraids of hims.
"Toki." Nathan repeated, dropping his hand.
They had thought hunger would draw him out. They were wrong. Any trays of food they left with him simply sat, until the Gears took them away. He had even stopped ordering the Klokateers to bring him booze. And they knew his personal stash was gone. Nathan reiterated this point.
"If Skwisgaar dies, we lose this band. This Empire. This -" Family.
"Doode, 'll go an' talk wit'er."
"Schend me. I'll try anysching to schave him."
"Toki Wartooth." Nathan gazed into his eyes, jade meeting melting glaciers. "He doesn't say my name. Or Pickles. Not Will's, or Charles, or yours. Not even yours. He calls for your sister. He's your best friend."
"I hates him." Toki retorted, though only half-heartedly.
Silence filled the library.
"We ams wait untils he passing outs, takes him to das Doctor. V.I.'s und feeding tube."
"I.V'sch."
"Whatevah, doode." Pickles snapped at Murderface, who had the grace to look ashamed.
"He'd only do this again when he, ah , awoke."
"Twinkletit?"
"We tried that Tok. He stared blankly at the wall, and then tried to kill him."
"At leascht he didn't give him a schticker." Murderface chuckled under his breath. Pickles struck him across the jaw.
"Doode! Dis is serious, mmkay? Our good Swed'sh doode is gonna die if we don't think a somethin'."
Murderface simply nodded, tracing the blade lightly across his skin under the table.
"Toki." His growling voice was at a meek plead now. They knew Thora wouldn't even hear any of them out. No one but her Lyn.
"Fine." He snapped, eyes darkening. "But if he ams hurting her, I kills him myself."
"Schtupid you—" Already Tried. Pickles clasped a calloused hand across the mustached mouth.
"Den I ams try again." Toki growled.
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Thora was seated on her piano, violin tucked smartly under her chin, playing a soft song when Toki arrived.
She was expecting him.
"Det er hans favoritt del å spille." That's his favorite part to play. Her Lyn said, recognizing the fast-paced chords even the Swede had difficulty keeping up with. It had been another day.
Thora kept her eyes closed.
They were afraid he was dead.
"Oh hey doode." The ginger greeted.
The Drummer was there to help.
"Hi's Pickle!" Toki perked up immediately, switching to English to accommodate his Whiskey-loving friend.
She would never say yes.
"I told her abo't our Swedish doode. He's sick-er som'tin."
Most likely Depressed.
"Ja."
He would die.
"Ja." She repeated. "I amnest cares."
Was that a lie?
"Yous ams care. You ams playing das solos."
She was thinking about it!
"So?"
This was bullshit.
"He amnest doing das talking with us. He call your names when he ams sleepings. When he ams awakes."
He craved her presence.
"Doode." Pickles shot him a look. "She doesn't wanna talk wit 'im."
Play Devil's Advocate.
"Torden, he amnest eats in seks days! Das longer den usual, even for hims." Toki was on the verge of tears, he was worried sick.
He wouldn't last much longer.
"Nas, Lyn!" No.
She couldn't look at the thing she hated most.
"Thora, please." It was Nathan who appeared in the doorway now. "He's starving away and stuff. Not doable for the fastest guitar player in the world."
Let alone help him.
"Nat'ans." She looked at him with ice cold eyes. "You ams tells me I can do whatevers I am wantings, nas?"
"I did."
"I amsnest want to see's him.
"Deretter lukker jævla øynene! Ditt navn er det eneste jævla ord han vil si!" Then close your goddamn eyes! Your name is the only fucking word he'll say. Toki growled in desperation.
She stared at him, wide eyed. The other two not understanding a word.
Silence.
"Thora. reparere ham, takk. Søster. Torden. Min andre. Vær så snill. Lagre min venn." repair him, please. Sister. Thunder. My other. Please. Save my friend. His voice softened, a needing plea. A last resort.
Silence.
"Fin. Men hvis han gjør vondt meg…" Fine, but if he hurts me…
"Jeg skal drepe ham selv" I'll kill him myself. They said together. The Perfect Storm, always in sync.
Nathan and Pickles had no idea what they had said, butwhatever it was, Toki had done it! She rose, climbing off the Piano, the Sun dipping below the tree line on the horizon. She adjusted her violet v-neck, laid down her stringed lover, and skulked out the door.
Nathan put an arm around Toki's shoulders. "You did it."
"Now, let's hope she can too."
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A/N: Well well well. I'm not sure what happened, by my Writing Demon took over. Next chapter will be up soon. Thank my Kitten, King Gavin, for the bolded words. I decided to keep it once he started. Read and respond, my loves. And give me feedback! xoxo
