A/N Italics are Norwegian/Swedish
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse
When Toki awoke he was groggy, his head hurt, and he had no idea where he was. He rubbed his head, a burning pain in his side. Shit, a hangover felt better than this! What the hell had happened, he wondered as he sat up, and then he heard a voice that brought everything back to him.
"Oh, Toki! Thank God you're okay!" Magnus said, holding his hand to his chest. Toki jerked it away and tried to stand, but he collapsed back on the bed. "Toki, Toki please, don't try and move around or your stitches will tear! You've got to be still for a while, alright? Just for a while, then you can do whatever you want around here," Magnus said, and there was a strangely sweet smile on his face. Toki didn't trust it.
"Where de fucks ams I? Where's you takes me Magnus?" he asked curling up as far away from Magnus as he could.
"What's wrong with you Toki? We've lived here ever since you started working for Murderface, this is our home," the elder said.
"You ams insane Magnus! I's live in Mordhaus, with de rest of Dethsklok!"
"No you don't. You moved in with me when Dethklok broke up, and Skwisgaar was so upset he came over and stabbed you. I tried to stop him, I promise I did, but the bastard was so fucking fast I... I couldn't get him. Shit, I'm so sorry Toki, please, I'm sorry!" Magnus said, grabbing Toki's hand again. Toki glared at him and pulled his hand away.
"I ams not stupids Magnus, I remembers exactly what happened. Yous ams with de Revengencers, and you stabbeds me when dey attacked de record head's funeral. What kinds of bastards ams you?" Toki screamed, trying to stand again. Magnus' eyes widened.
"No, no I didn't hurt you. I wouldn't, not ever! It's the sedative, the sedative that damn doctor gave you is fucking with your memory," Magnus said, and Toki saw his hands shaking.
"You ams real fucked ups Magnus, you needs to brings me back to de rests of Dethsklok," the Norwegian stated, and then Magnus was still again, staring once more at the wall by Toki's head.
"No. I don't have to do anything, I captured you. You're mine, and you're going to stay right there until I want you," he said, standing up and walking from the room. He heard a lock click when the door slammed shut and started to cry.
Within Magnus, two sides roared and fought for dominance. One of these sides loved Toki more than anything in the world and couldn't believe he could hurt the boy, while the other, the darker half of himself, despised Toki for refusing him. This half wanted Toki hurt, wanted him to suffer until he accepted him, loved him, and no one else. This was the half that had stabbed Toki, this was the half that had kidnapped him, and this was the half that had left him in a room crying. He made himself a cup of coffee and sat at the small table he'd put in his kitchen. His loving half imagined the day when Toki would sit here with him.
Nathan, twenty Klokateers, Charles, and the rest of Dethklok behind him, barreled towards the weak-looking wooden door of a Revengencers hideout and knocked it down with ease, yelling out Toki and Abigail. The people, a few of whom he recognized from the attack, leaped up in shock and grabbed their guns. Charles, with a wave of his hand, had the Klokateers in front of Dethklok, blocking the bullets and running up to steal the guns. The trained Klokateers had them all under control in minutes, and that was when Nathan was let loose. He leaped onto one of the still-living Revengencers, and punched him, hard, in the jaw.
"Where the fuck are Toki and Abigail? They'd better not be dead, you bastard, or you're fucking going to wish you were," he snarled, shaking his shoulders.
"I don't know who Abigail is, but Magnus took Toki!" the man said, shivering.
"Hits him agains, Nat'an, wes already know dat. Makes him tells us where Magnus tooks him," Skwisgaar said, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Nathan did as he told, and the guy spoke, barely intelligible thanks to his newly chipped and broken teeth and his busted lip.
"They're prob'ly at his apartment in New York, I don't know the exact address. Toki was bleeding and Magnus looked really worried, I think he called our doctor," the man said, and Nathan grinned.
"Thanks man," he said, before bashing his head into the ground. The man fell limp, and soon a halo of blood formed around his head. The Klokateers took that as their cue to kill every other still-living Revengencer in the room, and they left the house as though nothing had happened, though they were missing a few Klokateers and everyone was covered in blood.
"Dood," Pickles began after they had gotten back into the Dethsub, "You didn't have to kill that motherfucker." Nathan looked at him sharply, angry and vengeful.
"Yes I did. By the time this is done every single one of those assholes is going to be dead."
"Nathan is ah, right. He's right. Mercy won't get us anywhere with these guys. They're all brainwashed, they ah, they have to be killed," Charles said, pushing his glasses gently up his nose. Pickles rubbed his head, and Skwisgaar snorted.
"Why yous care about dem? Dey took Toki."
"Dat wasn't all of 'em Skwisgaar, just Magnus. Hell, I'm sure we all wanna fuck him up," Pickles said, and Nathan growled.
"I don't just want to fuck him up, I want him fucking tortured. I want the fucking yard wolves to chew his damn arms off. Hell, I wanna let Skwisgaar be in a room with him for a while," he smirked, and Skwisgaar gave a wan smile in return.
"Well ah, I believe finding him is top priority then, correct? I've ordered a few Klokateers to find the address. I apologize for not realizing he had an apartment in New York earlier, I'm afraid I only knew about the one in Las Angeles and when that came up empty I started sending searches to the hide outs," Charles said softly.
"Don't shtress sho much Charlesh. Hell, we killed a shit ton of guysh, and we know where he ish now, at leasht shorta. You did good dude," he said, smiling.
"Thank you William. I ah, I appreciate that," Charles smiled back, and the Klokateer that came running into the room shifted nervously.
"Masters, I have found the location of Magnus' apartment," he said.
"Good work 727. Set the course to the harbor, then lead us to the apartment," he stated, and the Klokateer nodded.
When Magnus opened the door to the room Toki was in, the boy was staring off into space with red-rimmed eyes. Shit, had he gone catatonic? He'd seen reports of that happening on TV when his family had come to Mordhaus, but he had no idea how to deal with it.
"Toki?" he asked, shifting the bowl he held to his other hand so he could shake his shoulder.
"Ja? Whats you want?" the brunette sighed, though he didn't look at Magnus.
"I brought you something to eat. I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier, I know that sedative is fucking with you. You'll remember soon, I know it," Magnus smiled, and Toki, worried that protesting would make the unstable man take the bowl back, nodded his head.
"T'anks Magnus." Magnus grinned, thinking that maybe Toki was remembering what they had, that he'd never hurt him, and handed him the bowl.
"Here you go, can you feed yourself babe?" he asked, and Toki suppressed a shudder.
"I can does it myself," he said, taking the bowl and slowly putting whatever sludgy mush filled it into his mouth. Damn he missed Jean Pierre. Magnus stared.
"Does it taste alright?"
"Ja, it ams fine."
"Good. That's good. Make sure you eat as much as you can, alright? Then I need to clean that wound and make sure it isn't getting infected," Magnus sat in the chair he'd been in when Toki had woken up, threading his fingers together and waiting for the boy to complete his meal. Toki had a dull thought that it could be poisoned or laced with something, but that was ignored when he realized that he didn't really have to worry about the man as long as he played along. He just really hoped the rest of Dethklok came for him soon, and when he felt Magnus' fingers trailing delicately over his stitches that hope doubled.
727 led a party of nine other Klokateers, Dethklok, and Charles through the bustling streets of New York, and guns were aimed on any bystander who stared for too long.
"The building where he lives is down this side street, my masters," 727 said loudly, straining to be heard over the cocking of guns, the screaming cars, and the chatting people. Charles nodded and slid his hand into his jacket to remove his own handgun.
"You uh... carry that all the time Charles?" Nathan asked, looking at the weapon as it glinted in the sunlight.
"Ah, yes. Yes I do," Charles said.
"Brutal," the black haired man stated, brushing his fingers through his hair. Charles nodded, and cocked the shimmering gun, holding it at the ready just the same way the Klokateers did.
"When we retrieve Toki we'll need to outfit you all with weapons as well. It won't do to have you all defenseless if you happen to be without me or the Klokateers," Nathan said, and the others nodded.
"Masters, we have arrived," 727 stated, and at Charles' nod they all rushed into the dilapidated building. No one questioned them as they ran up to the fifth floor and knocked down the door of room 510. The room they entered into was empty, but not silent.
"Hold still!" the sound of Magnus' voice turned Skwisgaar into a snarling, angry mess immediately.
"It hurts!" came Toki's voice, and the whole band stilled for a moment before Skwisgaar went barreling off towards the voices. The Klokateers tried to follow, but Charles stopped him.
"No. This is band business. If we need you I'll call," the serious man said, running off after the blonde with the rest of Dethklok behind him.
Skwisgaar was the first to reach the room where the yells had come from, and he shook the doorknob only to find that the door was locked.
"Damns it! Nat'an, get yous ass over here and opens de fuckings door!" Skwisgaar yelled, continuing to shake the knob. Nathan nodded and walked a little ways from the door to get a running start, and when he collided with the door it splintered and fractured as it fell. Toki stared at him, pale blue eyes shocked and happy while Magnus, who'd been checking the stab, looked on in anger.
"Of course. Of fucking course! You bastards do this to him then have the nerve to break my fucking door!" Magnus yelled suddenly, standing up straight and marching towards him.
"What de fucks ams you talkings about!" Skwisgaar yelled, rushing forward and tacking the man. Magnus punched him and his light body went flying, crashing heavily onto the ground and moaning in pain.
"Skwisgaar! Yous guys be careful, he ams insanes!" Toki said, stumbling from the bed and over to the rest of his band.
"Toki ah, go to the main room. There are some Klokateers there who'll look after you. We'll take care of this," Charles said as Magnus stood and began to walk over to Toki. When he left the room Magnus even tried to follow, but Nathan blocked the way and took his throat in one meaty fist.
"You fucking tried to kill Toki. Do you even have any fucking idea what's going to happen to you now?" Nathan asked, and Magnus squirmed, his hoarse voice yelling out Toki's name. Skwisgaar, from the other side of the room, began to get to his feet and move over.
"Toki ams right. You is fuckings insane, but that ams not goings to saves you. You're going to get fucked up, I don'ts fucking care whether yous know whats you did or nots," Skwisgaar said, pulling one fist back and punching the man's face. A sick crunch filled the room along with Magnus' scream, and when Skwisgaar's fist was revealed it was bruised and bloody. Magnus' face was in much the same condition, and at the sight of the damage he'd inflicted he laughed and his the man again and again, relishing in his screams and cries. After a while though, he felt Pickles' hand on his shoulder.
"Dood, dat's enough for now. Toki is gonna be scared right now man, you need ta fucking clean your hands off and deal with him. You're gonna have plenty of time to get back at Magnus, all of us will," he said, adding the last part once he saw the disappointment on the faces of Nathan and Murderface. Skwisgaar gave a shuddering sigh and nodded.
"Ja. Ja, yous right Pickle. We go. Keep holds of him, Nat'an," the blonde said, walking out of the room as he wiped his hands on his pants. Once more Charles and the rest of the band followed him.
Toki had leaped onto Skwisgaar as soon as he saw him, hugging him and crying, and Skwisgaar shushed the younger.
"I'm here, little Toki, it's alright. Everything is alright, for us both. You know I love you, right Toki? That bastard hasn't fucked you up, has he?" Skwisgaar asked softly, petting his hair.
"You're finally telling me? Of course I love you, Skwisgaar. No one could change that," Toki said, his wet eyes shining as he looked up at Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar laughed and swooped down, pressing their lips together while Magnus doubled his struggles in Nathan's hold. Toki kissed back happily, and while the band understood it for a while as soon as Skwisgaar's hand dipped down to Toki's ass they'd had quite enough of the guitarist on guitarist action and began coughing to break it up. Toki came away with a sheepish smile and a blush, but Skwisgaar only glared, not really caring whether anyone had been watching. They walked out, and Nathan passed Magnus off to the Klokateers, all of them ignoring his yells for Toki. He was put in an underwater torture chamber as soon as they arrived back at the Dethsub, and Toki and Skwisgaar sat together on the couch, chatting softly as they had years before, though now Toki sat on Skwisgaar's lap and the talking was broken by spells of kissing. The rest of the band stayed far from the living room.
