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They followed the dog deeper and deeper into the woods, all the while being entertained by Murderface's opinions. They should have stayed with the Hatredcopter, why the fuck were they following a damned mutt through the godforsaken woods, and what the hell were they gonna do for the tour.
Toki was the most willing to follow the dog, mostly because it took his mind off his angry band members. He was willing to bet that Pickles and the others blamed him, too, not just Nathan. Would they kick him out of the band?
The dog wated and doubled back, urging them to keep up, barking the whole time. He seemed to be following some sort of rough path. The snow was slightly trampled with footsteps.
Was the dog taking them to Freya? The man at the shelter had said this was where she lived. Perhaps the dog was hers?
More determined than ever, Toki began calling her name, the name of a Norse goddess, and the name of his little sister. If ever the goddess Freya guideed slain soldiers anywhere, he hoped in hs mind she would lead them to some sort of shelter.
"Odin, blir! Dårlig hund!"
"What was that?" asked Skwisgaar, breathing heavily. He was being supported by Nathan and Murderface, not being able to walk alright on his own.
"FREYA?" Toki called.
The dog barked joyfully, wagging its tail, and it brought them into a small clearing surrounded by snow. Inthe middle of the clearing sat a beaten down camper, perhaps 30 feet long or so. The lights were yellow and warm looking and smoke furled out of a funnel in the roof. Where there was smoek there was warmth.
A teenager saw them and came running, her feet clad in nothing more than sandals. She wore very thin clothes, all black and hurried over to them, long, straggly red hair flowing behind her. It was her. It was Freya. His sister!
She hurried over the the three men hobbling in the snow and Toki noticed Pickles staring.
"Oh my god," she muttered. She was toucvhing Skwisgaar's blleding head, his blonde hair now completely red with blood, and immediately began helping them all towards the camper trailer.
Toki opened the door for the rest of them and waited until the dog was inside too, before going in after them and closing the door.
The inside was surprisingly spacious and uncramped. There weren't a lot of things in there. A small drum set was crammed into a small living room space and the kitchen portion was immaculate. A pot of something boiled on a small range stove. Toki drank in the warmth as if he had never felt it.
The red haired girl disappeared beind a narrow door and came out with several towels and a bucket of water.
She made Skwisgaar sit on the steps leading to what looked like a bedroom and sat beside him, starting to wash the cut on his head, being very gentle about it. Skwisgaar was now trying to fall asleep again, but Murderface boldly slapped him.
"Stops slappings at my face!" he yelled.
"Then stop falling asleep, you Swedish dildo licker!" Murderface countered. He could manage nothing more than a whisper now.
"He's right, you know. If you fall asleep, you might not wake up," said the girl Her voice was husky and deep, but quiet. She sounded like the kind of person who was usally quiet but could be fierce if need be. She was speaking flawless english, but her accent was almost as thick as Skwisgaar's. Norwegian, thought Toki, with some pride. Like him. His sister.
His head was swimming again, so he tok a seat in the living area with Nathan and Pickles.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Nathan said nothing, sighed and leaned back.
"What's the dog's name?" asked Murderface. He was motioning towards the enormous Irish wolfhound on the floor.
"Odin," said Freya, and at the sound of his name, the dog got to his feet and, climbing the stairs, began to gently lick Skwisgaar's face clean of blood.
"He likes you," the girl said, smiling ruefully, and she finished cleeaning the cut on the blonde;s head. She gently snipped the blood-clotted hair away from the wound, leaving a small blald patch where she could affix a bandage. For a trailer in the middle of the woods, she was well stocked.
She suggested they all change out of their wet clothes and let them dry. She had a dryer in the bathroom.
"We gots nothings to change back intos," said Toki.
"I have extra shirts and things, sit around in your underwear if you want. I won't be paying attention," she said, shrugging. She tossed said shirts at them and Toki caught his. Black and very worn through. It might reach his thighs.
He wouldn't strip in front of his sister, even if he had just met her.
Nathan, on the other hand, began stripping immediately, underwear and all, slipping one of the shirts on and setting another over his bare lap. He said nothing.
She got up and turned her backls to them, stirring the contents of the pot. She stirred in more pasta it looked like and turned the heat down.
"Odin, drar leggeer ned," she said, not turning away, and the dog got to his feet and climbed up into the sleeper with Skwisgaar.
"Would you all just stop talking wierd?" asked Nathan finally.
"I can't help it if he won't listen to orders in english, and please stop snapping," said Freya.
Nathan muttered something unintelligable and Freya Wartooth ignored him.
She began getting out bowls and began doling out macaroni and cheese to them all, complete with spoons and drinks. It was an unexpected bit of hospitality in the bitter cold.
"Take it or don't, it won;'t hurt my feelings any. You guys just looked freezing," she said, at meeting Nathan's stony glare. He finally accepted the steaming bowl and began eating like the rest of them. Toki smiled. He knew Nathan was grateful for the warm and the hot food. He just wouldn't admit it.
"Come here, please," she said, beckoning him to the newly unoccupied stairs.
Toki got up and answered her, sitting beside her on the steps.
Blue looked into blue and they recognized each other for who they were. Brother and sister.
"You're bleeding too, you know," she said finally.
Toki shrugged, touching a hand to the now tacky blood coating the side of his head and face. It didn't really hurt.
She dipped a rag into the basin of bloody water and wring it out. Toki let her clean the cuton his head but wouldn't let her cut his hair as she had done with Skwisgaar. She let it air dry and merely washed most of the blood from his long hair with a different towel.
Nathan tied the extra t shirt around his waist and went into the bathroom, presumably to shove his wet clothes into the dryer she had said she had in there. Murderface followed suit, although he hadn't bothered with covering his bits. He hated his body anyway. He hated pretty much everything about himself.
"How did you know about me?" she finally asked him.
Toki took out the rumpled baby picture and handed it to her.
"Thos're our parents," he told her in Norwegian, but quietly so Nathan wouldn't get annnoyed.
She stared at the picture for a long time before handing it back to him.
She left his side with a wry smile and began doling out a little food into another plastic bowl and went past him up the stairs to try and convince Skwisgaar to eat something.
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