It seemed to be quiet throughout most of Mordland, and Skwisgaar Skwigelf sat on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. Earlier in the day, Toki's pet cat had died of some kind of incurable illness. It didn't seem like much. A lot of people around Toki died, so why should a stupid animal matter? Another thing about animals is that they can easily be replaced. That's what kept the lead guitarist from sleeping.
Everyone knew that the one rule that mattered the most was "do not show interest or intervene in band mates' personal lives", but giving someone a pet didn't count as interest, right? He didn't have to let anyone know that it was because of the sadness that the Norwegian experienced after the incident. At least it hadn't been Pickles who died. Now that would've caused the band to spiral into depression, even if nobody would admit it.
Anyone could just go out and buy something, or have someone buy it for them... but to have someone buy something for you just because was something more special. Something with an actual meaning behind it. Of course the two Scandinavians didn't get along most of the time, but it couldn't be said that there wasn't some kind of deeper connection between the two. There was a connection with every member of Dethklok, and it couldn't be denied, but there was something else with Skwisgaar and Toki. Something much more metal.
With thoughts constantly refusing to let the Swede sleep, it wasn't a surprise that he was still up when the sun rose over the horizon. As soon as commotion began happening around Mordhaus, he set off to find a Klokateer to assist him. He could've asked someone in the band who had a driver's license, but it wasn't exactly a 'brutal' thing to go out and buy a puppy for somebody. Then again, puppies are just baby dogs, and dogs are related to wolves- kind of like the yard wolves.
It didn't take too long for Skwisgaar to find a few Klokateers to assist him, and he was headed to the best (and probably most expensive) pet store in the area. Even if his guitar playing was totally dildos, the second fastest guitarist in the world deserved a nice pet-present-thing. The ride took around 20 minutes, and the 'much less dildos' fastest guitarist in the world set off to look for a good replacement. It was definitely harder than it looked.
"Too fluffies."
"Too fats."
"Too big."
"Too small."
"Too... EUGH OH GODS, IT'S PISSINKS ON ME! GET THIS LITTLE FUCKERS PUT DOWNS OR SOMETHINKS!"
"Too wrinkleds."
"Too dildos."
After what seemed like forever and a half, a whine and a bark got Skwisgaar's attention. Looking at the cage to his right, he saw a very handsome and desperately excited black Norwegian Elghund (or Elkhound) puppy. "Huh. What yous want, little whiner, ah? Stupids dog, being a dildo crybabies all... stucks in that cage... all lonelies..." his voice trailed off as he tried to look away from the pair of big, sad, hope-filled eyes staring up at him. "Oh, don't looks at me likes that, you dildos puppy!"
Something about that puppy, hopeful to find a warm and loving home, looking to anyone for a pat on the head or a "good boy", stuck in that cold and lonely cage with his head held high... it reminded him of Toki. He needed that puppy. "I thinks I found the rights one." And so, the Elghund was signed away to the Dethklok family that day. Thinking about Toki's face when he would find his present, it made Skwisgaar smile and laugh.
The ride back to Mordhaus seemed longer than the ride to the store, but all that mattered was the new member of their fucked up family. As the lead guitarist headed towards his band mate's room, he had everything planned out. The puppy was placed in a box (with holes in it, of course) behind him. He'd annoy his fellow Scandinavian, make it seem like he was just there to push his buttons, and TA-DAH, the gift would be presented. The thing that would make it all worth while would definitely be the reaction caused by it.
A few knocks on the door, and it was answered by a slightly disheveled Toki. "Skwisgaar? Whats do you wants?" "Oh, wells, I was just seeinks if little dildo Toki was still ats the crysbabies house." "Yous a dildo! If you don't wants anything, just leaves!" It was easy to tell that this wasn't a bright sunshiney day for the other. "Pfft, yous so stupids." "Am not! Yous the one who looks like a lady!" The Norwegian unknowingly had a pouty look on his face, his lower lip puffed out slightly.
"Oh, wells, I guess you don'ts want anythinks from a lady." He raised an eyebrow. "Whats do you mean?" "I means this." Reaching back for the box, he walked into the bedroom without any invitation. He placed the present down on the bed and opened it, causing a furry ball of un-brutal cuteness to investigate it's new surroundings. Skwisgaar looked over at Toki, resisting the urge to bark out a laugh as his band mate's facial expression. Apparently, the situation caused him to forget to speak in English.
"Det er så utrolig! Takk, takk, takk! Jeg er så glad! Du er den beste!" "Well, I can'ts argue." The Swede watched him play with the Elghund, an idea popping up in his mind. "So, whats are you goinks to name him?" "Ooh! I thinks he shoulds beeeeee..." There was a small pause. "Moose!" Did he hear that correctly? "Uh... That's not a very brutals name, Toki. He shoulds have a vikings name, like-" "It's my dog, so I gets to name him!"
After an hour of fighting over a name, the two had finally compromised and named him Killer. It was simple, and somewhat made up for his less-than-intimidating appearance. After Killer had fallen asleep, Toki went to take a shower while Skwisgaar laid back against the wall. It didn't take a psychic to tell that he hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night. Everyone else was probably just waking up, since it was already around 2 PM.
Being shaken awake, Skwisgaar had almost pushed the hand on his shoulder away. Well, waking up after a short nap to Toki wearing nothing but a towel around his waist wasn't completely unpleasant. He stood up, keeping himself from staring at the sight before him. "Hey Skwisgaar?" This broke him out of the trance he caught himself in as he stared at the wall, still somewhat waking up. "Whats do you wants, little Toki?" Oh, believe me, from what he was seeing, Toki was most-likely anything but little.
"Why dids you gets me a dog in the first place?" He blinked. "Whats do you mean?" "Wells, it's just... nice. Yous not exactly 'nice' to me." It was true, and Skwisgaar didn't feel like being mean after getting his first and only 15 minutes of sleep since two days before. It had been a pretty good day, and he couldn't help but feel the need to flirt a little. Who wouldn't? Both of them were aware of mutual attractions, but neither of them ever showed anything towards each other involving actions or words. Maybe it was time for a change.
"Maybe I wants to be." It was a simple sentence, and yet Toki remained silent as Skwisgaar leaned in just a bit, pausing half way to the other's lips. "Why dids you stop?" came a suddenly small and shy voice. It was kind of cute to see him act like that. Both of them turned their heads to see Killer's big, innocent eyes staring straight at them. Is it uncomfortable in here, or is it just me? In order to break the immediately awkward feeling in the room, the lead guitarist raised his arm and looked down at a non-existent watch. "Oh, woulds you looks at the time! I shoulds get goinks, I'll sees you later!"
Before he could step in the direction of the door, the collar of the Swede's shirt was pulled, and he was instantly guided to the rhythm guitarist's lips. Everything seemed to stop around them as his head swam, unable to fully comprehend what was happening until it was over. What came out of his mouth next was surprising for both of them. "... Maybes I'll come backs to visit later when I don'ts have a dog starinks at me..." And off he went, speeding down the halls of Mordhaus. It may have been the sunny atmosphere outside, but there seemed to be- maybe- a small skip in Skwisgaar's step that wasn't there before.