Yesssss, the name of my (hopefully) future house, located on a tract of land called Mordland... Seriously. That;s what I wanna do. And hopefully I can share with my bestest friend in the whole wide world of douchebags!! She knows who she is :D
I was thinking of making the blood loss make Skwisgaar retarded, hahaha, but meeehe. It just wouldn't be Skwisgaar.
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Toki entertained his little sister throughout the entire ride. Skwisgaar was laying in the trailer still, being watched over by Odin, and Murderface and Nathan were both in a hot tub, warming up. Pickles was popping pain medication that Toki was willing to bet wasn't prescribed to him.
He was showing her what photo albums he had, pictures of him as a kid, sitting on clown's laps, eating cotton candy at fairs that he had attended alone because his parents didn't believe in such places. Mini golfing with them, which was something they did do. He explained all about Mordhaus and Mordland and performing onstage, and all the while, she just smiled, imagining it all.
They were speakin English when she brought up the subject of languages.
"Your english isn't very good, but you must have to speak it all the time in America. Should I too? What one is easier for you?" she asked.
Toki thought about it. Talking in their native tongue among themselves wasn't a big deal. He shrugged.
"We can speaks Norways between us if you wants, but de others don't gets it," he replied.
"We will be touching down at Mordhaus in approximately 25 minutes, my lords!" came the pilot's voice over the loudspeaker.
"Cool. What's Mordhaus like?" she asked in Norwegian.
Toki collected his thoughts together before answering her in his native language.
"It's dark and bleak and really cool. It's got spikes everywhere and great big curtains and a hot tub and lots of space!" he began describing it to her. As he talked, her eyes got bigger and bigger and she smiled. Being a big brother was going to be so cool!
And if anyone fucked with her, he's kick their asses.
"Come ons, let's go see Skwisgaar and tell him we almost dere," he said in English once more. He led her out of his quarters abord the Hatredcopter and down into the cargo hold where they normally kept the stage and where there was now a thirty-someodd foot camper trailer.
Upon entering, he was bowled over by the dog and he fell backwards and hit his head on the floor. His vision swam again; his head had not even begun to heal and he felt the scab break open again, pouring blood down the side of his face. It still didn't hurt.
"Odin! Bad dog!" scolded Freya. She helped Toki to his feet and let the dog pace around the room. They had closed the door out of the cargo hold, so he couldn't roam the Hatredcopter and bug everyone.
"Heys, Skwisgaar! We's almost dere!" Toki called into the camper.
A moment later, the guitarist stumbled down the stairs. His hair was dried maroon and he was still very pale. He looked like he might be related to Freya himself.
His head had started bleeding again, too, Toki noticed.
Sjwisgaar began sluggishly getting dressed into clothes that he had apparently thrown into the dryer. How he knew how to use one was a mystery to Toki, as none of the band ever did their own laundry. They sure as hell couldn't cook.
He guessed desperate times called for desperate measures.
Skwisgaar stumbled out of the camper and held a hand to the cut on his head. His fingers came away bloody.
Toki put an arm around one of his shoulder, steadying his back with one hand and Freya got his other side. Together, they hobble-hopped Skwisgaar into the main room where the door off the copter was. They left Odin in the trailer.
The copter started to descend and Freya Wartooth got her first look at her new home.
Mordhaus.
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