A/N Italics are Norwegian/Swedish
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse
Magnus glared as Toki babbled animatedly with Skwisgaar, the words gibberish to anyone but the blonde.
"I thought that guy shaid thish kid wash quiet," Murderface mumbled with crossed arms, staring at the boy rudely.
"Probably just glad to get away from that fucking town," Nathan smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in the bus's dim light. Pickles continued to snore in the background as Toki laughed at something Skwisgaar said. Toki suddenly gasped.
"Ah, I just realized I don't know any of your names! You've all been so kind to me, but I've been very rude," the boy's stared down at his lap, his fingers twining together delicately.
"That's nothing. I am Skwisgaar. The black haired man is Nathan, the red head is Pickles, the fat ass is Murderface, and the other one is Magnus. By the way, I thought you liked our music?" Skwisgaar smiled again, reclining back in his seat of the bus.
"I do! It's just, I can't read English, so I never realized what your names were. I only recognized you because your picture is all over the store, and on the album I had," Toki said, eager to defend his love of their music.
"Are you guys talking about us or something?" Magnus asked, recognizing only their names in the conversation.
"Don'ts worry Magnus, we ams nots gossiping about yous terribles guitar," Skwisgaar laughed as Toki looked on with confusion.
"Little bitch!" Magnus yelled, surging forward to pull the blonde's hair. Skwisgaar shouted and tried to pull him off, but in the end it was Nathan who yanked the man away.
"CALM THE FUCK DOWN! YOU'RE SCARING THE KID AGAIN!" he roared, and yes, Toki was indeed curling in on himself in his chair, cowering away from the loud noise of the fight.
"Ah shit, sorry kid," Magnus sighed once he'd settled down again, his eyes flitting over to the small boy.
"He amnest knows what you is sayings. Sorry about him Toki. Do you see what I meant about him being terrible? He attacks me for no reason, and if not for Nathan I think the bastard would've killed me by now," Skwisgaar said, and Magnus growled.
"That's a hell of a lot of words for you to tell him I'm sorry."
"I will tells him what I wants. It ams not likes you will knows de difference," Skwisgaar sniffed, and he and Toki went back to their previous conversation while Nathan and Murderface started their own. Magnus merely looked on sullenly, and Toki spared him a small glance and a smile. It seemed to him that the man was being mistreated, though he couldn't be sure, so he felt a little bad for him. He just wished he knew English so he could understand these odd men.
Charles walked over from the front of the bus about an hour later.
"Guys, we're about two hours away from Oslo, and three from where you're performing. I think you should get some ah, last minute practicing in before we get there." Nathan looked at him, his green eyes blank.
"Pickles isn't up," he said simply, and Charles sighed.
"You can practice your ah, your own parts, right?"
"Fuck. Guys, get your fucking shit together," Nathan grunted, and Skwisgaar nodded. The guitar case beside him was open in no time, and Magnus rolled his eyes.
"Why the hell couldn't you be passed out too?" the man asked as he got his own guitar and began to tune it. Murderface left the room to find his bass and came back ten minutes later. The strings were all snapped and Charles pinched the bridge of his nose.
"William, what ah, happened?"
"I've exshplaned thish before Charlesh, cock-shlap bass. It'sh the next big thing!" Murderface smiled his gap toothed smile, and Toki laughed despite not knowing what the man had said. Charles finally just nodded.
"Fine. I guess only three of you can practice then. We'll get you new strings when we get to Oslo," he said as he left the room. Murderface grinned and collapsed on the couch.
"Fuck this. I need to save my voice. Magnus, Skwisgaar, you guys work out the guitar shit. You can't fight on stage again," Nathan growled, leaning his head back on the chair and falling asleep.
"You heard him Skwisgaar," Magnus began, "Don't fuck up again." Skwisgaar sneered and ripped out a riff with lightning speed. Magnus just laughed even as Toki stared in awe. "What the hell was that? Doesn't sound like any song I've written."
"Ja, I ams to be knowings dat. It is nots shit," Skwisgaar said, fingering the guitar in his stress. Magnus narrowed his eyes, but somehow stayed in his seat.
"Just play what I wrote," he said, starting in on a lead part of a song. Skwisgaar sighed, but for once complied. They played and fought for hours, often coming to blows, but through it all Toki sat silently, listening to his favorite songs played by their artists. Not even the fights frightened him in his happiness.
When they arrived at the bar they were supposed to be playing in that night, they'd gotten Murderface some new strings and Pickels had finally woken up, though the hangover had him bent over a toilet until they went onstage. Charles led Toki to a mostly empty section of the bar and used a Norwegian-English dictionary to tell him to stay put until the end of Dethklok's set. Toki nodded and he walked to the front of the stage in order to make sure none of the bar's patrons grew too rowdy.
Toki watched the show raptly, having never imagined he'd see a live Dethklok performance. Nathan looked positively evil as he sang, his dark hair a curtain that gave his eyes an unearthly glow. Pickles' braided hair flew wildly as he beat the drums, seeming to hate them and love them at the same time. His one glance at Murderface was ended as soon as he took out his cock and began to play the bass with it. It was only the two guitarists that managed to hold his attention throughout the entire show. They seemed locked in an intense battle, with Skwisgaar moving constantly, desperately trying to draw attention to himself rather than Magnus, who stood absolutely still except for the movements of his fingers. Toki's cheer was the loudest in the bar, and every member of the band gave him at least one smile during the show.
The band went over to the table where Toki sat after the show, and he leaped from his chair and gave them all a hug and a kiss to each cheek. All of them except Skwisgaar, who returned the gesture, stared in shock.
"Are you two queersh or shomething? If you are, don't get me involved in that shit," Murderface said, staring at the once again confused boy with a bit of disgust.
"You ams de dumbasses Murderface. Dat is Scandinavian greeting. It ams actuallies rude to nots return it," Skwisgaar said, taking a seat beside the boy. Pickles shrugged and kissed both the boy's cheeks with ease, mostly because he still felt a little buzzed and was eager to get drunk once more after the good show they'd just had. Magnus and Nathan did the same, though both were more hesitant, and Murderface kissed one cheek and said he was too grossed out to kiss the other. Toki just cocked his head at them all and wondered why they acted so strangely. He asked as much to Skwisgaar.
"They are all American. Didn't your shopkeeper ever tell you things are done differently there?" Skwisgaar told him breezily as he had the waitress bring him a drink.
"No, I greeted him that way and he never seemed to care. I've never seen it done differently," Toki shrugged. Skwisgaar shuddered at the thought of Toki's lips on the store owner.
'No,' Skwisgaar thought, 'Of course he never corrected you, the dirty bastard.'
"So anyway, I made them uncomfortable? Can you tell them I'm sorry?" Toki asked quietly, once more staring down at his lap.
"Do not worry about it, they don't mind. Except for Murderface, maybe. He's scared of people calling him gay," Skwisgaar snickered.
"What is gay?" Toki asked. He'd heard some of the boys in the village call him that before, but never known the meaning. Not even his shopkeeper friend had told him when he'd asked.
"How old are you, anyway?" Skwisgaar laughed as the others in the band looked on. Slowly they were all beginning to gain Magnus' annoyance at being left out by the two.
"I am sixteen. Why does that matter?" Toki questioned, and Skwisgaar's eyes widened.
"Shits. Nat'an, he ams a fuckings minor," Skwisgaar said quickly, looking around the bar and wondering why the boy hadn't been thrown out.
"What? How fucking young is he?" he asked, staring at the boy and wondering why he hadn't guessed at it before. His face was still youthfully round, and his body still femininely thin. He didn't even look like he'd hit puberty yet.
"He says he ams sixteens," Skwisgaar said.
"He don't even look dat old," Pickles laughed, throwing back a beer.
"Why the hell does it matter? If he's young that's more of a reason to get him the fuck out of here. What, did you want to fuck him or something, Skwisgaar?" Magnus smirked at the man, who picked up his glass and threw it at him before marching away to a woman who sat at the bar. Toki stared at his back and tried to go after him, but Magnus pulled him back down and held him in his seat. "No kid, you don't want to go over there right now," Magnus said, though Toki didn't understand him and continued to stare over at Skwisgaar.
"Fucking prick, leaving the kid with ush," Murderface grumbled.
"Yer just pissed cause he's gonna get some fuckin... some fuckin pussy tanight," Pickles laughed and slung his arm over the other man. Murderface shoved him to the floor where he continued to laugh.
"Murderface is uh, right. We can't tell him what Skwisgaar's doing, so he's gonna be really fucking confused," Nathan grunted, looking at the suddenly depressed boy. Magnus sighed.
"Go get that guy over there. I heard him speaking English before, so he can translate for us and we can actually talk to the kid," Magnus said, jerking his head in the direction of tall blonde almost as bulky as Nathan. Nathan nodded, and explained their situation to the man, who laughed and agreed to help.
"So," the blonde started, "What do you want to ask him?"
"I want to know what the hell he and Skwisgaar have been saying this whole damn day," Magnus said, his arm over the boy's shoulder. The man nodded and translated.
"Skwisgaar and I? We talk about Norway a lot, and Sweden, even though I haven't been there before. He told me about guitar too, and said he'd give me lessons," Toki shrugged, more comfortable now that he could get his thoughts across again. After the blonde translated, the others nodded. For about an hour they spoke to the boy through the blonde, learning about him and telling of themselves. Magnus spent much of his time trying to keep Toki's attention on him and find out what Skwisgaar had been saying about him, but Toki lied and said Skwisgaar hadn't said much of anything about him. Eventually Magnus gave up on asking, and by the time Skwisgaar came back with the woman on his arm they were all laughing like old friends. Toki had even gotten used to Magnus' arm, and was now leaning into his side. Skwisgaar didn't know why that pissed him off so much.
Both the translator and the woman grew nervous and the look on the tall man's face and left, leaving Skwisgaar's seat once again free. Skwisgaar sat without even a spare thought to the woman that had left, and glared sharply at Magnus. Even Toki flinched away from the look and lost the smile that had been on his face when Skwisgaar came back over.
"I finds it hard to believes," Skwisgaar finally began, causing a release of breath from the rest of the band, despite the fact that they hadn't realized they were holding it, "that yous could accuse me of beings de perverts and den pull dis shits," Skwisgaar said, nodding his head at the arm around Toki.
"What the hell are you talking about Skwisgaar? You've always got to ruin the fun, don't you?" Magnus sighed out, moving his arm and leaning forward so he could see Skwisgaar.
"I's is talking about yous saying I's wants to fucks little Tokis and den cuddlings up to him yous self," Skwisgaar shouted, standing up again with a crash.
"I was fucking kidding Skwisgaar! You're the one who took it so damn seriously! Shit, what the hell's your problem? The kid is my damn friend, am I not allowed to touch my friends?" Magnus yelled, standing up as well.
"Nots when they don't know what de hells is going on! He ams justs a kid Magnus, he probably doesn't evens know what sexes is!"
"Who the hell is talking about sex Skwisgaar? I know you can't help but think everyone fucks as much as you, but they don't you damned nymphomaniac! I don't want to fuck the kid, Skwisgaar. I don't like men," Magnus said, his sharp eyes cutting into Skwisgaar. The Swede sneered, and took Toki's wrist.
"Come on, Toki. We will sit in the bus until these bastards are done drinking themselves to death." Toki, a little scared of the way his friend was acting, followed without much protest protest.
"Damn it," Magnus cursed once they were gone.
"What?" asked Nathan, slowly coming back to himself after the scene the two had made.
"Fucking Skwisgaar, who the hell else? First he man handles the kid and insults him, now he's his favorite person in the whole damn world," Magnus snarled, and smashed his fist into the table.
"Well, to be fair, you were being shorta touchy feely with him, you know?" Murderface said, or at least tried to. He stopped halfway through the sentence because of the look Magnus sent his way.
"I acted the same way with the kid as any of you, but he fucking thinks I want to have sex with him. He's a sick fuck, trying to make sure Toki can only talk to him, even though he scared the kid to death just yesterday. I hate the motherfucker," Magnus was acting like a caged animal, angry and growling, and the others pulled their chairs away. Even Nathan felt a dull fear for the man as he was now, despite having beat the shit out of him on more than one occasion.
"Dude, calm tha fuck down. Skwis is probly drunk, ya know? He gets fuckin weird when he's drunk. We know ya don't wanna screw the kid, an Skwis does too. He just wants to protect the kid, since they're from the same place and shit er somethin, I dunno. Fuck, let's go back to the bus. I wanna get to the fuckin hotel," Pickles said, surprisingly sober after all the time he'd spent in the bar. After a while, Magnus nodded, and the group went back to the bus. Unsurprisingly, they found Skwisgaar and Toki speaking quietly together once again. It pissed Magnus off a little bit more.