A/N Italics are Norwegian/Swedish.

Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse.


Skwisgaar noticed the phone calls about a week after they were forced underwater to rerecord the album, and he was very unhappy about the situation. Who the hell could be so important that Toki was taking the time to talk to them when he should be sitting in his room with him and practicing? He asked the brunette as much, arms crossed over his chest and an annoyed sneer pulling his lips.

"Oh, I's been talking to Magnus. Me and hims ams real good pals now!" Toki grinned, his Dethphone held loosely in his hand. Skwisgaar's eyes narrowed, and one long arm suddenly reached out and snatched the phone away from Toki.

"Dis ams consfiscateds until furthers notice!" Skwisgaar said, holding the device far out of Toki's reach.

"Heys! Magnus ams goings to call reals soon! Don'ts be such a dildos Skwisgaar!" Toki pouted, reaching up high and causing his shirt to pull up.

"Toos bad, sos sad! You ams needings to be practicing! Comes on, comes on, I's gives it back when we ams done," Skwisgaar said with a small smile, and Toki pouted.

"Fines, you ams promising?" Toki asked. Skwisgaar nodded as he led Toki to his room, the phone still help up above his head where even Nathan would have to stretch to get at it. They sat together in the white covered room and played for over an hour, both missing the phone when it rang.


Magnus paced back and forth in his dirty, old apartment, a cheap cell phone pressed against his ear. Why wasn't Toki picking up? He'd never ignored a call from him before! Had something happened? What if the submarine had been damaged? What if one of the other guys had gotten upset and hurt the boy? What if he was with Skwisgaar? What if he was fucking with the blonde? What if they were laughing about him, talking about how he'd never have Toki, how he was worthless, washed up, ugly? His hand clenched around the phone, and as it went to Toki's voice mail for the third time he snapped it closed. He'd have to make his move soon, or else he wouldn't get another chance.


That evening, the submarine's central cooling went out, and everyone was suddenly even more pissed than they'd been when they found out they'd be stuck underneath the ocean for God knew how long without any visitors. Since they were all banned from jacking off and since Abigail refused to be with any of them, they ended up resorting to other things, such as working out, or, in Toki's case, doing laundry. This activity called Toki from the room one day and Murderface, being curious about his attire of roller skates and underwear, followed him. He didn't expect to see Toki's ass jutting out as he dug through the washing machine.

"Hey uh, Toki. What are you doing?" he asked, easily seeing why Skwisgaar wanted the other so badly as he stared at his ass and legs.

"Oh, I's doings de laundries since dere amnest nothings else to be doings. Shits, mine clotheses has all shrinked and turned pink!" he yelled, pulling his upper body from the machine and revealing a short pink top.

"Ah, that'sh too bad. Hey, why ish your hair in a high ponytail?" he asked, shifting to relieve some unwanted pressure in his crotch.

"It ams sos hot! I's can'ts deal with it, and Skwisgaar amnest wantings me to cuts my hair," Toki said, rolling his eyes as he fiddled with the ruined shirt.

"And the uh, roller shkates?" Murderface asked, incredibly tempted to start punching his dick because fuck, it really shouldn't be getting turned on by looking at Toki!

"Dese? I's just founds dem layings in Pickle's closkets, and thought they'd be reallies fun! You wants to tries dem?" Toki asked, beginning to bend down to unlace them.

"No! No, that'sh fine. You keep them," Murderface said, running out of the room without even bothering to ask why Toki had been digging around in Pickles' closet. Toki shrugged. Murderface had always been kind of strange.


The next day, after recording, even Toki could tell something had happened. Nathan and Pickles weren't speaking, and Abigail didn't come anywhere near them. The tenseness of the room had him skating all around and pulling at the ends of his newly-shortened shirt. Murderface continued to stare at him, because he was honestly the closest thing to a female besides Abigail and no way in hell was she screwing with him. Skwisgaar, being Skwisgaar, noticed and glared at him. He was the only one allowed to ogle Toki, especially when he was in pink hot pants and a matching pink top. Murderface ignored him, and when Toki bent down to retie his skate he couldn't help himself, and leaped on top of the brunette. Skwisgaar had knocked him unconscious mere moments later, and then had Toki perched on his lap. Not even this stopped Nathan and Pickles from glaring at one another.


Things finally came to a head at the dinner party held a few days after their return in honer of their new album. Skwisgaar, from his seat, ate nervously and wondered where Toki was. The dinner had started over an hour ago and Nathan had already tried to converse with Abigail while Pickles stared at him with narrowed eyes. When Nathan stood shortly after to make an announcement, even he tensed, and when it was about Abigail being his girlfriend he grew incredibly nervous.

"I QUIT!" the words came suddenly from the red head's mouth, and he marched out just as Toki walked in with Dr. Rockzo, both of them drunk. By the time Skwisgaar explained the situation he was crying, and Skwisgaar held him as best he could, mumbling quietly in Swedish and remembering many nights back in Morhaus where similar situations had occurred. Would they ever go back home together again? As Toki's shoulders heaved and Dr. Rockzo looked on in helpless worry he hoped they would. The other guests were slowly streaming out and he lowered himself and the drunk, crying boy to the ground and rocked him back and forth, shushing him and humming some lullaby he'd long forgotten the words to.

"Can Dr. Rockzo do anything to help baby?" the clown asked, a rare frown on his face as he looked at the one person who'd been a friend to him through anything. Skwisgaar looked up from his coddling for a moment and glared.

"Ja, yous can stops taking him outs and gettings him drunk for starters! And dens you ams can stops doings de drugs and fuckings with his lifeses." Dr. Rockzo looked angry for a second, but it was quickly covered by his layers of make up and drug-induced happiness.

"Dr. Rockzo don't make him do nothing. Make sure he's alright though, ok-k-kay?" the clown said, cocking his hip and staring down at the sobbing boy for a second before leaving the building with the rest of the guests.

"Oh Toki, what are we going to do?" the Swede mumbled into the smaller man's hair, and Toki snuffled quietly into his shirt in reply.


By the next day news had spread all over the world: Dethklok is done. A final concert would be held the next week, and then nothing. They'd never perform together again, never even speak. Skwisgaar hated it, and even as Nathan spoke to him about starting a new band he was thinking of Toki, who'd been dragged off to some place by Murderface.

"Ams can Tokis join?" Skwisgaar asked distractedly.

"What? Dude, I know you've got a thing for him and shit, but this new band isn't going to be Dethklok. It's got to be, uh, different. More brutal. I care about Toki too, but I don't think he can do that," Nathan said, and Skwisgaar sighed.

"I don'ts want him around Murderface toos much," the blonde said, fingering an invisible guitar.

"Is this about that shit on the sub? Murderface was just horny. Hell he did look a lot like a girl, you've got to admit. If I didn't have Abigail," Nathan slowly trailed off, and Skwisgaar glared. Abigail. This was all that bitch's fault! If not for her Nathan and Pickles wouldn't have had that damned crush and they never would've broken up! He clenched his fists and sighed, knowing it wasn't really her fault but damn, he needed to blame someone! It had to be someone's fault, because then he couldn't have done anything, it had to be someone else, it had to be. Shit, he wanted Toki, Toki could calm him down. Where was he anyway? He felt like crying, but steeled himself and got his guitar.

"What ams you wantings dis to sounds like, Nat'an?"


Toki was smiling for the first time since the band had broken up. Murderface wanted him to be his assistant while he ran for congress, which meant he thought of him as a friend, or at least trusted him. He was glad for that, he didn't have many people he could say that about, and he vowed to try and do his best for the older man. Then his phone rang.

"Magnus! Heys, how ams you doings?" Toki asked, smiling brightly at the thought of his friend.

"Hey Toki, I should be asking you that! All this shit with Dethklok... you know you can talk to me whenever right? I went through band break ups before," he said, and he could almost feel Toki's appreciative smile through the phone.

"Ja, I's know. You ams wanting to go for coffees or somethings later? Skwisgaar ams not talkings to me lately since he and Nat'an is doing dat new band, and I's hasn't seen Pickle since dat dinner," Toki sounded sad, and Magnus clenched his fist, his eyes flashing in hate for the younger guitarist's former band. Where the hell did they get off hurting Toki? No one should be able to do that, Toki was too good, too kind, too perfect to be hurt!

"Sounds good. Hey, I hear Murderface yelling in the background, so you should probably get to work. I'll be at Murderface's office to pick you up about six, okay?" Magnus said, hanging up before Toki could protest. Toki smiled again, and listened to Murderface as he said something about using the pictures in the 'private' file rather than the ones in the 'congress' file. Upon beginning the email, he really wondered why Murderface wanted to send out pictures of himself getting blowjobs, fucking women, and jacking off, but, he thought again, Murderface really had always been pretty weird so he guessed the other man had some reason for it, and sent out the email.


At six sharp Magus arrived at Murderface's office in a beat up muscle car, and Toki, upon seeing him, gave Murderface a goodbye hug and pranced out of the office to greet him. Murderface shook his head bemusedly and thought that the kid must really be forgiving, considering he had basically tried to rape him in front of everyone not long before.

"Heys Magnus! It ams good to sees you," Toki said, going around and plopping down in the passenger seat. Magnus grinned.

"Good to see you too, Toki. Where do you wanna go?" the man asked, slowly backing out of the office.

"Murderface was tellings me about a real awesome doughsnuts shop dat ams pretties close by," Toki shrugged, and Magnus nodded, driving around until he found it. They both chatting quietly, and Toki slowly forgot about Dethklok for a little while, losing himself in the stories Magnus told from before he'd entered Dethklok, stories of his parents, his younger brother who'd only just turned twenty, and his previous bands. Toki told stories as well, though he tended to avoid speaking of his family and instead talked about the shopkeeper who'd looked after him and the village boy who'd been his friend but moved away when he was ten. Speaking so closely with Toki, so personally, had Magnus feeling nearly high, and he shifted his seat closer to Toki. Toki noticed this, but ignored it. After all, what would Magnus do? They were friends, friends always sat near their friends.

Magnus could think of a lot of things he could do, but settled for putting his hand on the man's thigh, his fingers drumming gently against the firm flesh. At this Toki shifted a bit, but didn't tell him to stop for fear of being rude, though he he fiddled with his fingers to try and get across that he was uncomfortable. Magnus ignored him, and shifted closed, his free hand moving to pull Toki almost out of his chair and into his.

"Listen Toki, I know you don't remember anymore but I've always loved you, I've loved you ever since I first saw you, and I've been trying my best to get you to love me too, instead of fawning over Skwisgaar. Toki, please, I don't know what I'll do if you don't want me too," Magnus said, a strange, nervous sort of vulnerability falling over him as he held Toki tightly.

"Magnus, I don'ts know whats to be sayings. You ams mine friend, yous has always been mine friend, but you ams not Skwisgaar. Me and Skwisgaar, what we has ams special. Somehows, we really understands each other even though we fights a lot. I don'ts t'ink I has dat with you. I knows I care about you a real lots, but I's is pretty sure we can only bes de friends. De bestest friends, ja, but just de friends," Toki said, smiling and trying to ease himself away from Magnus. Magnus held him there, his eyes filled with a tense, boiling anger that had been building for far to long. Then it was gone, and Toki was free.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for telling me that instead of leading me on or something. I'll take you home, okay?" Magnus said with a smile, though something in the way he was acting, some significant something, appeared broken, and Toki gave him a nervous smile.

"No, dat ams alright. I's want to gets a littles more to eat. Yous can go ahead home." Magnus narrowed his eyes even as he kept his smile.

"Okay. See you at your farewell concert, right? I'll wait for you backstage," the man said, and Toki nodded, prepared to say almost anything to get the man to leave. As soon as he was gone, Toki ran back to Murderface's office and clung tightly to him. Murderface didn't have the heart to tell him to go away even when the news report about the pictures in the email came on.


Magnus was pissed. Magnus was more than pissed, Magnus was livid, furious, insane with anger. Toki had denied him for that damned Swede one too many times, and if he couldn't get his revenge by having Toki, he'd get it by making sure no one could ever have him again!


On the day of their final concert, Toki discovered that the ventures of his bandmates had gone just as poorly as Murderface's bid for congress.

"Everyt'ing ams real fucked up, huhs Toki," Skwisgaar sighed from his seat by the boy, blue eyes closed delicately.

"Ja. I ams wantings t'ings to goes back to de way dey was befores," Toki said, looking over at the blonde.

"I don't t'ink dey will. Not unless Nat'an apologizes to Pickles for all de shit he dids recentlies, and dat ams real unlikelies. Hey, after this, do you want to go back to Europe together? We can start our own band there. Hell, it won't even be hard! There must be hundreds of people who want to be in a band with us. Besides, I think it'd be nice to stop speaking English for a while anyways," Skwisgaar said, switching effortlessly to Swedish in order to avoid upsetting Murderface, who was staring at them while Pickles and Nathan glared at each other on the other side of the plane, with his suggestion. Toki smiled.

"Ja, dat ams sounds real nice, I t'ink."


No one, not even Charles, expected Selatia to accost them at a concert, without cause for anyone, not even the people who weren't involved at all. Their record head, the man who'd discovered them, given them all they had now, was dead, and the man who had done it seemed almost impossible to beat. They were forced underwater once again, angry at each other and the world, and wishing something would go right for once in their career. Skwisgaar sighed, and for the first time in years gently took Toki's hand in his.

"Dere goes our plan, huh?" Skwisgaar said quietly, squeezing his hand carefully. He was reassured by Toki's returning squeeze.

"Ja, dere it goes. Fars, fars away, huh? Justs like Dethsklok," Toki said, a sadness clinging to him.

"Ja, justs like Dethklok," Skwisgaar said, a similar sadness working its way into his own voice, and the two sat together for the rest of the night, not speaking or sleeping, just watching the ocean through one of the port holes and taking comfort in the fact that the other was there.