A/N I tried to make this chapter a little sweeter since the last one was kind of angst-filled in some places, and that's really not my favorite thing to write. Italics are Norwegian/Swedish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse
Toki's guitar came in one week before the concert was to take place, and Skwisgaar had him practicing right away, often from morning til evening, and all through bloody fingers and meals. Skwisgaar hated being the one to cause the kind boy such pain, and every time he looked at his mangled fingers his own hands twinged in sympathy, but he had to be ready to perform. He worried that the small boy, in his shock at having so many eyes on him, would freeze up on stage and stop playing. He hoped the boy would forgive him for this.
The first practice with the whole band went surprisingly well. It was the first time they'd gone through an entire practice without someone cussing someone else out, and it was a welcome change. After practice Skwisgaar sat with Toki on his couch and watched as he smeared some kind of cream on his fingers. He winced again.
"I's ah, I's sorries for makings you practice sos much," he said, but Toki only smiled.
"It ams alrights! Yous is a reallies good teachers Skwisgaar, you makes me betters at de guitar! I's won'ts do de messings up on stage now!" he said.
"Buts yous fingers looks verys bad," the blonde said sympathetically. Toki shrugged.
"Dey ams will gets better. I's has felt worser befores." Skwisgaar winced yet again as he remembered how Toki's back looked.
"Ja, ja, I's sures. Buts we don'ts need dem gettings all infecteds. I's has some stuffs that works greats, I's go gets it," Skwisgaar said, not giving the brown haired boy time to protest. He returned with a tube of something or another in his hand, and Toki sighed.
"Skwisgaar, I's gots de stuffs for mine handses already, sees?" he said, gesturing to the cream he was messily smearing over his wounds.
"Ha, dis ams much betters! Let's me has yous hands," Skwisgaar said, and Toki rolled his eyes slightly, though a small smile was on his face as he placed his hands in Skwisgaar's. "Dis will stings a littles," he said, smearing the new cream on top of what was already there. Toki flinched, but Skwisgaar's hands were gentle as he rubbed it into the wounds. "Dere, now it ams will gets better faster. I's buy you yous own, ja? So you don'ts has to use dis shits," he said, snatching the tube Toki held. Toki nodded, not willing to argue.
"Ja, dat ams sounds goods Skwisgaar."
The evening of the concert came with startling speed, especially for Toki. When the band members asked him to apply their make up, he did it shakily, and it ended up much more messy than it had been before. By the time he tried to apply it to himself, he was shaking so badly that Skwisgaar had to apply it instead. Charles came in too quickly for Toki, who carefully picked up his guitar and followed after Skwisgaar. They got into position behind the curtain, and as it raised to let in the cries of the fans, Skwisgaar gave Toki a few final words.
"Calm down, little Toki, you will do well, I know it." Toki gave a sharp nod, and as Nathan began a song with a guttural growl that was quickly becoming his signature among the fans, he began to rip out his part with Skwisgaar. The fans fell in love with him and forgot about Magnus immediately.
After the band washed off their faces the groupies came backstage once again, but this time they weren't shoving Toki out of the way. In fact, he had a whole group of them hugging him closely, and he blushed as a big-chested one shoved his face into her breasts.
"Ah, yous ladies ams reallies nice, but I's donts has de sexes yet," Toki said awkwardly, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground. A collective squeal ran through all of them.
"Aw, he's so cute! And listen to that accent! Absolutely adorable," a short woman cried as she gathered him in a tight hug.
"But look at his poor hands! They must be working the sweet baby to death!" another, a tall, thin woman with bright neon blue hair screamed, tugging him away from the other girl to look at his bandaged fingers.
"Don't hog him!" another yelled.
"He likes me best!" screeched still another. Eventually it came down to a pulling match between the women for who would get to cuddle him for the rest of their life. Skwisgaar spent the entire time glaring and ignoring the women who'd come to him, while Pickles and Murderface laughed. Nathan would've joined in as well, but his mouth was otherwise occupied.
"Look at the kid, he's got more pussy than any of us an' he don't even want it!" Pickles snickered as Toki continued to try to get the wild women off of him. Honestly, it only made them think he was cuter, and so they doubled in their efforts. A couple even asked him to come home with them and live with them forever and ever. Skwisgaar allowed all of this under the assumption that the women merely thought he was adorable for his youth and innocence, and therefore did not want to screw with him, however when one of the more daring women grabbed the boy's crotch Skwisgaar decided that this just would not do at all.
"Heys, heys, gets off ofs him! He amnest wants none of yous sluts!"
"Shut up! I can see why you don't want anyone else around him, but he's way too adorable to hide away!" a black haired woman whose face was caked in make up said, her hands on her hips.
"Yeah! You shouldn't even make him wear that horrible face paint onstage! You'll get way more people in the audience if they can look at him!" she said, grabbing the tiny boy and nuzzling his cheek. He came away with a patch of white where her face had been, but it was barely noticeable because of his flaming face.
"Mm hmm, go fuck some bitch and leave this little cutie with us! We'll take care of him," an older woman with dyed blonde hair said with a feral smirk, her hands wrapping around Toki's thin middle. Skwisgaar heard her gasp, and then say something about those big bad men keeping all the food to themselves. His eyes narrowed to icy blue slits, and he marched through the wall of women to get to the boy, then yanked the blonde away by her hair.
"Don'ts nots be touchings him, yous bitch!" he yelled, and the woman stumbled to her feet.
"You ass! We're not hurting him!" she said as she slapped the blonde.
"Fuckings slut, looks at him! He ams uncomfortables!" He punched the woman's stomach and she doubled over in pain. The other women came out of their shock and suddenly all attacked him, some with the war cry of, 'for the honor of the cutie!'. Skwisgaar was quickly overwhelmed by the assault, and Toki could only look on in wide eyed wonder as the previously kind-seeming women mauled his friend. Nathan sighed. Things were obviously getting out of hand, and of course he was the only one who was willing to do something other than laugh as Skwisgaar got the shit beaten out of him by women who were previously being incredibly cuddly and sweet. He sighed once again, and gave a final, woeful stare to the hot bitch on his lap. Did he really have to do this? Skwisgaar screamed as the woman he'd punched yanked out a clump of his hair. Yeah, yeah he did.
"EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" he yelled, and the frightened women, even the one on his lap, ran out of the room. Skwisgaar lay panting on the floor, hair and blood and pieces of his shirt lying all over the place. It was silent for a while except for his wheezing breath until Murderface spoke up.
"That wash fucking aweshome! Skwishgaar got the shit beaten out of him by a bunch of sluts!" he laughed loudly, and Pickles joined in while Nathan glared at the blonde for fucking up his night. Toki, however, had finally escaped his shock, and ran over to crouch beside Skwisgaar.
"Is you okays Skwisgaar? Those ladies hurted yous a real lot!" he said, gently touching the man's newly acquired bald spot. Skwisgaar grunted and sat up, numerous scratches and bite marks bled all over his body, and his chest was littered with bruises where the larger women had hit him.
"Shits, ja, I's fine. Fuckings sluts tried to scratch mine fucking eyes out," he grunted, he too rubbing the empty space on his head that leaked blood in a few places where the woman had torn out the roots.
"Ja, ja, I's know. Dem ladies was seemings reallies nice before, buts I guess dey was actually means," Toki said, lightly petting Skwisgaar's open wounds. Skwisgaar winced.
"De groupies ams crazies Toki, alls of dem. Yous shoulds not deals with dem," Skwisgaar said, partly out of jealously and partly out of real concern for his well being.
"I won'ts, I's promises! Deys is kinds of scaries even when dey is beings nice!" he said. Skwisgaar smiled in happiness, but it turned into a wince. Nathan grunted.
"The one I had wasn't, fucking foreign motherfuckers. Stop your fucking flirting and let's get back to the house, if I'm not gonna get fucking laid I wanna go to bed," he said, glaring at the two on the ground.
"What ams flirtings?" Toki wondered as he helped Skwisgaar up.
"It ams nots any'ting. Yous don't has to bes worrying abouts it," Skwisgaar told him, glaring at the others to tell them that if they told him he wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of them, though the fact that he'd almost gotten killed by a group of mostly small, thin women had lessened the threat's value. Especially to an angry, sexually frustrated Nathan.
"Flirting is what Skwisgaar has been doing with you ever since we fucking got you," he grunted, standing up and walking out the door. Skwisgaar glared harshly at his back, but Toki still looked confused, even as they followed Nathan.
"So it ams like being de friendses?" he asked curiously. Pickles laughed and answered before Nathan, obviously incredibly pissed at Skwisgaar for cock-blocking him, could.
"Yeah kid, it's somethin' real special friends do," he smirked, and Skwisgaar's eyes narrowed once more.
"Yous mean de bestest friends?" he asked, and Pickles nodded with a smirk. "Okays! Skwisgaar, yous ams mine bestest specials friend, yous can flirts with me alls you want!" Toki smiled, and a light blush dusted the top of Skwisgaar's cheekbones despite the fact that Toki didn't really know what he was saying. Murderface and Pickles busted into laughter again, and even Nathan smirked back at them.
"Ah, ja Toki. Dat ams nice," Skwisgaar said, and Toki pouted.
"Aren't I yous bestest specials friend toos?" he questioned, and Pickles and Murderface doubled over laughing. Skwisgaar glared at them, mumbling something about knowing where they slept, before he turned back to Toki and patted his head.
"Ja, yous is mine best friendses too," he said, and Toki smiled, chatting happily until they got back to their home and went to bed.
****TIME SKIP****
Eight years later
Dethklok became bigger than anyone could have ever imagined after that concert, despite, or perhaps because of, the death and destruction that followed them wherever they went. The only downside, at least it seemed, was that fame brought enemies, and powerful fame like Dethklok's brought the Tribunal and the Revengencers.
Skwisgaar, no matter how much prodding the rest of the band, mostly Pickles, had not yet confessed to Toki even though the younger was obviously interested and was now legal. He had instead become like a third grade boy with his first crush, teasing and taunting the brunette nearly every day, often to the point where he would strike the thin blonde. The others would all roll their eyes and sigh when this happened, because they all new that by the end of the day they'd be sitting together on the couch, chatting lowly in their own language.
Even through their personal tragedies, like Toki's father dying and Skwisgaar being unable to find his, the two stayed close together, and grew even closer when the Revengencers destroyed their home and supposedly killed their manager. The rest of the band was tempted many times to use the old 'lock them in a closet until they bust the door down or start making out' trick, but a stern talking to by Charles about them respecting the natural course of romance had them giving the idea up. It was an endless runaround that the whole band, including the two most involved, hated, and eventually, Toki had decided to use the oldest trick in the book: make Skwisgaar jealous.
He had to get some friends, and therefore a way to ignore Skwisgaar, which would very easily get the blonde all over him. When he found the pamphlet for Rock-A-Roonie fantasy camp, he decided it was the best way to get friends quickly, and set up his registration without even noticing that Magnus was a counselor.
Skwisgaar was not pleased when Toki told them what he was doing. Making friends? What stupid, dildo bullshit was that? Wasn't he good enough? Of course he was! He was Skwisgaar Skwigelf, the fastest guitarist in the world! He was a better friend than any of those regular jack offs could be! He continued to pout even after Toki left, and the other band members smirked and laughed about it whenever the blonde wasn't around, and each commended Toki for his brilliant idea.
When Toki arrived, he wasn't expecting the cold words he got from the men, much less a boot to his face, but seeing Magnus made him happy. After going into a diabetic coma he'd forgotten much of his time in the band when Magnus was around, including the kiss and why he was kicked out, so really he thought it was more a happy reunion with an old friend than anything else, and was glad when Magnus wanted him in his band. To Magnus, however, the situation was more than happy, it was a dream come true. He'd have one last chance to get his revenge, to steal Toki away from Skwisgaar, and if it failed... he didn't want to think about what he'd do.
Once he got off the stage, Toki was quick to get him.
"Heys Magnus! It ams goods to sees you agains! Why hasn't yous kept in touch with us?" Toki asked, his head cocked slightly. Magnus quirked up a brow. Didn't he remember what had happened? He didn't know how anyone could have ever forgotten something like his exit from the band.
"You don't remember?" he decided to ask, because if something had happened to make the kid forget, he sure as hell wasn't going to remind him.
"Nopes! I's went into de diasbetic comas and forgot bunches of stuffs from den," Toki shrugged.
"Oh. Well, I left when I was on bad terms with everybody because of some stupid shit I did when I was high, and they don't really want to talk to me," he smirked, and thought about how much of a huge ass understatement that was.
"That ams silly! It has been years, dey won'ts care," Toki laughed, wandering along beside Magnus, whose arm was thrown over his shoulder.
"Nah, they hold grudges kid, you should know that by now. Anyway, your English has gotten better. I remember you used to have trouble with pretty much everything. None of us could talk to you for a while if Skwisgaar wasn't there," Magnus grinned, and Toki smiled back.
"Ja, I's remembers dat too. It was reals annoyings to nots be ables to say nothing," the boy laughed, and Magnus used the key they'd given him before camp started to opening the door. Toki ran in, dropped everything except his snow globe, which he put on the bedside table, on the ground, and collapsed on the bed. "It has been de real longs day, ja? Dat announcer man went on for hourses!" Toki laughed, and Magnus smirked.
"Yeah, it is pretty late huh? Fuck, I think I'm getting some fucking sleep," he said, he too collapsing on his bed after flicking off the light.
"Ja," Toki nodded with a yawn, stretching out on the bed. He fell asleep without even changing his clothes, and Magnus followed suit soon after, not seeing much point in being awake if the little brunette wasn't.
A/N Alright guys, we're current in time now, and there are probably only going to be about three more chapters to this. We're in the final stretch! Anyway, I got a suggestion about using the season finale/other recent episodes in this story, and I think that's a good idea, so I'm going to try and incorporate it.