Hey, Toki was feeling a little protective last chappie, huh? Whish MY brother did stuff like that, but I'm the oldest, so no go. Meh.

Anyway, Freya has no idea what Toki has hidden up his sleeve, but you'll know.

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Toki had his costume put together before they had even really finished their October album. He had scavenged a brown leather belt from Nathan's old warrior costume that he used during filming of their thunderhorse video. Instead of wearing it around his waist, he would strap it across his chest and connect knives and things to it. He had a viking tunic all prepared (something he had ordered offline) and he had his own boots from when he lived in Norway. It was cold there, after all, all he had needed to do was get the leg wrappings and the sword. He had his helmet. He was a viking.

Freya, on the other hand, wasn't doing much to prepare. It was a good thing she had him, Toki thought, sitting in his bedroom one night in the middle of October.

He was surfing the web, looking for some sort of hair circlet for her hair. It was like his, just a lot thicker and more wavy, he remembered, so he would need to find something that would hold it back.

He found what he was looking for and added it to his cart. He had been buying things off the net like this for as long as he could remember.

He also found a long, simple white skirt, goddess-cut, and bought that, too. It was lily-white and had a large slit up the sides of both legs. It rather resembled the bottom half of the roman tunics in that it was unkempt-looking and flowed rather gracefully.

He clicked "check out" and did what he had to do. He made it so they would be delivered faster than standard. With any luck, he would get them in about a week.

Meanwhile...

Freya had a secret.

Her worst fear was that Dethklok would find out.

She sat behind her drum kit, wearing an ankle length black skirt and a simple black t shirt, drumming, nothing complicated, nothing too loud.

If the guys ever found out about it, and demanded she play with them on an album, she was afraid she would die of embarassment. It was one thing to drum and sing vocals at the same time in the comfort of one's own berdroom. It was quite another to do it in the precense of five extremely talented death metal superstars.

At the moment, she was playing a song by a band she liked called Seether. It wasn't typically metal, persay, but it was good. It had a nice beat to it.

She finished the song with a particularly loud crash of the cymbals and just at that precise moment, the door opened. It was the very last person she wanted to hear her play drums.

Pickles.

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Toki closed his laptop shut and began trying on his halloween costume for the party. Everything fit just fine, but the tunic was itchy and uncomfortable, so he peeled it off and looked in a mirror. The belt thing across the chest looked wierd, so he shrugged it down around his waist and tightened it as far as it would go. Nathan was fatter than him.

He thought he looked a bit too bare chested, so he grabbed a rather ugly vest he had gotten as a gag gift one year for his birthday and shrugged it on. It was brown and a little furry and looked great with his boots and helmet.

For good measure, he braided a thick section of hair at the side of his face and tied it tight with a piece of rawhide string he had ripped off one of his boots.

For someone they all treated like a little kid sometimes, he didn't think he looked half bad.

He took everything off and pulled his usual clothes on again and went down to the studio to see if anyone needed his help.

Meanwhile again...

"Dood, was that you?" he asked.

She figured there was no use in hiding it now. He had probably been standing outside her door for awhile now.

"Yeah," she muttered. She set her drum sticks down on top of her floor tom and got up to leave and Pickles stepped aside for her.

They stood in the hallway outside her door.

"How long you bin playin' like that?" he asked.

She shrugged. Honestly, since she was like 11 years old.

"Eleven."

Pickles whistled and looked at her as if he had never seen her properly before.

"Not bad for seven years'a playin' drums. Why don't ya come down to the studio with us sumtime? Lissen to us play?" he invited her.

"I thought no one else was allowed down there?" she asked. She began walking and Pickles hurried to catch up. She was heading for her brother's room. She wanted to ask if she could borrow his laptop.

Pickles followed her.

"Sure. I'd like that. I've seen your drum set by the way. How do you know what to do with that many cymbals?" she asked. She knocked on Toki's door. No one answered.

"Ah, he's probly in the studio, we're almost done with da album," said Pickles.

"Come on, I'll lead ya down there,"

She followed him down the stairs, fully aware that he had avoided her question. As they decended, the hallways gave way from bloodred with black trim to black with red trim. Pickles led her directly into the studio. Toki sat in Nathan's chair with his back to them. Nathan himself was in the studio, singing in that deep, cookie-monster voice he had.

"Oh, hi Pickle. Hi Freya. We's recordin the last song for the album before we sends it in to sa label," said Toki.

They sat and listened to Nathangrowl for a bit longer before Pickles nudged her and jerked a thumb towards the open part of the studio. She followed him.

"I'll be in here with Pickles. He's gonna show me his drum set," she said to her brother. She figured he would stay in that section of the studio and monitor the recording.

Pickles got behind his drum set and began adjusting things. She wondered what on earth he was doing until he got up again and made gestures towards the stool. He wanted her to sit there.

"Wait, what? You want me to plays your set?" she asked. Her english was better than either Toki or Skwisgaar's, but every now and again, she caught herself slipping up. Damned tongue.

She shrugged and figured what the hell. If she screwed up, she could blame it on nerves. Plus, she was still a bit sick.

She began with a basic four-beat thing going on, then decided to break free and wail on the several other drums now available to her in a rapid solo. She wasn't used to two seperate bass durms, she she made do.

Pickles stopped her half way through and to her surprise, he looked half bewildered, half annoyed.

She handed his sticks back to him and got up, not wanting to hog the spot light.

"Why the hell d'ya gat dat crappy set'a drums?" he demanded in his strange but not unpleasant Wisconsin accent. In fact, he would even be attractive looking if he were younger and smiled more, she thought. She blushed at this thought and immediately set her mind to the Halloween party. She still hadn't decided on a costume yet.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"What do I mean? Are you kiddin'? You're dat good an' ya gat that crappy set, man. Tell ya what. I gat another set dat's older and I don't use it much. It's in that spare room off the main one. You can use it if ya wanna, okay?" he asked.

She shrugged. She had never been complemented before, although she knew she wasn't bad.

Back in the recording section, Toki looked over at her and smiled.

"Wowee, was that you on za drums?" he asked.

"Um... yeah. I'm better on rums than guitar, no offense," she replied.

Nathan stopped singing and came out of the recording booth.

"Hi, Freya," he growled.

"Hi."

"Did you remember to hit record?" he asked Toki.

"Yup!" All recorded!" he replied.

"Good. Let's get this stupid thing to the label before they chew us new assholes," said Nathan. Freya giggled, imagining it.

If only she knew what to wear for the halloween party/release party.

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