A/N Italics are Norwegian/Swedish
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse
The alarm, which had been so graciously provided and set by the camp, went off at six thirty the next morning, blaring out a strain from a Dethklok song from the era before Toki had joined. It jerked Magnus from sleep, away from his dream world where Toki was his and Skwisgaar had to be alone and watch how happy they were. He hit the clock harder than necessary in retaliation, but felt his anger melt away at the sight of Toki still sprawled across the bed, a devilish teddy bear he vaguely remembered the boy receiving from Pickles for his birthday clutched in his arms. He stood slowly, careful not to wake the younger, and changed out of his rumpled clothes.
After finishing with that, he saw that Toki still slept soundly, quiet snores leaving him every few breathes. He'd almost forgotten how cute he could really be, but he knew he'd have to wake the man up since their other band members would expect them soon. He sighed softly, then walked walked forward and gently began to shake the other awake, but not before indulging himself in a few strokes of his fingers through soft brown hair. When Toki awoke it was with a small, cat-like yawn and a stretch.
"Goods morning, Magnus," Toki said tiredly as he stood.
"Morning. You sleep alright?" Magnus asked, running his fingers through his own hair, which he realized he'd forgotten to brush.
"Ja, I's slept pretties good. Mine bed at Mordhaus ams a lots softer though," Toki said, pulling his shirt over his head. Magnus couldn't help but stare. He remembered that the kid had always been toned, but damn... he'd definitely spent some time in a gym. Then he noticed the scars again, and turned his head away, though they did look much better than when he'd seen them the first time. He wondered if there was anything that could cover them up, or help make them fade, but he quickly decided that wouldn't work because they were all so deep, with parts that were raised like a landscape map. They were a mark of how far he'd come anyway, Magnus decided, gaining the nerve to look back again and seeing that Toki had already dressed. Damn, he'd missed the best part. Toki didn't seem to notice any of this, and instead just smiled, walking passed Magnus to the door. Magnus followed, having once again forgotten about his tangled hair.
During the practice Toki played well, but not to the level he played on in CDs or during concerts. Magnus looked at him curiously, but said nothing and continued to insult the other band members. Toki really didn't want to laugh, but the other guys were really bad, and he couldn't help but giggle every now and then. The ones being insulted glared at the brunette and grew to hate him even more, because he was obviously friends with the teacher and that wasn't fair.
Toki didn't even realize they were looking at him, but Magnus glared back at them in a way that promised pain if they even thought of doing something to Toki. They all stared down at their hands as they clumsily played through the notes to a shitty song Magnus had come up with in about twenty minutes.
"Hey Toki," Magnus began after they'd gone to their room a little after dinner that night.
"Ja?" Toki asked distractedly, gently shaking his snow globe and wondering how everyone in Mordhaus was. Charles wasn't there, he knew, and his friends weren't very good at taking care of themselves. He hoped this trip would be worth it and Skwisgaar would get jealous and finally tell him how much he cared about him, otherwise he'd just have to jump the older man. The more he thought about it the more that seemed like a very good option, and a fun one as well. If the whole jealousy thing didn't work he'd have to try it.
"Why in hell were you playing like you were today? I've heard you play a lot better," Magnus said, staring up at the ceiling.
"Ohs, I ams supposed to be here in de cognitos. Ifs I play goods people ams might recognizes me," Toki shrugged, continuing to fiddle with the snow globe.
"You mean incognito, right?" Magnus asked, slipping into an old habit of correcting the younger man's English.
"Ja, dat. Sos, you listens to de Dethklok songs stills?" Toki questioned, finally ignoring the snow globe.
"Yeah. You guys still sound pretty good, even with the fucking blonde asshole as the lead. Why didn't they put you in that spot?" the former guitarist asked, sitting up to look at Toki.
"Yous think I shoulds be playings de lead guitars?" the younger asked, his eyes wide and glassy.
"I do. You're a lot better than Skwisgaar," Magnus said with a grin. Toki smiled back
"T'anks. Skwisgaar ams cans be de reals big dildo sometimes," he laughed, and Magnus did as well, before seeing a chance to get some much needed information.
"Apparently you've come a long way from having a crush on him," Magnus smirked. Toki blushed.
"Yous know about dat?" Toki asked, suddenly looking down at his hands in a leftover habit from his childhood.
"No one didn't know about that kid. It probably came from him being the only one you could talk to for so long, but you were always all over him. Did anything ever come of that shit? Most of us guys were expecting you to fuck," Magnus smiled to hide his anger.
"Nos. Skwisgaar won'ts confesses, even though everyone has been trying real hards to get him too. Dat ams de whole reason I's came here, to makes de friends to get Skwisgaar jealous," Toki said, still staring at his hands.
"So you still like that ass? He's a slut, you can get better than that," Magnus told him decisively, his eyes firm with the belief. Toki smiled.
"Maybes so, but no one else ams Skwisgaar. He ams fun to argues with, but I's know dat he ams cares about mes, and if I needs him he ams always around," Toki sounded like a teenage girl with a crush, and the dreamy expression in his eyes made Magnus sick. Had that fucking blonde bastard really gotten so close with the sweet boy? He hated him so much, hated him more than he'd ever hated anyone, but damn if he was giving up. He could still change Toki's mind, he still had his chance.
"Whatever kid, just don't waste your whole life on some stupid dick," Magnus said, slipping his shirt from his shoulders and laying down. Toki said nothing for a few moments as he once again began to play with the snow globe, but just as Magnus began to drift off to sleep he spoke once again.
"Yous need to eat more Magnus. You ams too skinnies." Magnus smiled. Toki was worried about him. Sweet, wonderful little Toki was worried about someone like him, a washed up guitarist. He fell asleep happy.
Once Magnus fell asleep, Toki felt the room was too quiet, and he was feeling a little restless anyway, so he quietly crept from the room and wandered around the camp. Eventually he found himself in the woods, and so walked around happily, enjoying the sounds of the night birds and the crickets. Deep within the forest, however, he heard the decidedly human sound of flesh being hit and crying, along with yelling. He crouched down and went forward slowly, only to see the large blonde who'd hit his face with the boot kicking another camper and yelling something about a pick while his friends stood by and watched. His eyes widened and he took a step backwards, but he didn't account for his own heavy boots, which crunched the leaves and snapped numerous twigs. The bullies looked up and locked eyes with him. Toki ran, and they ran after him, leaving the man they'd been beating curled up in pain.
Near the edge of the forest Toki bumped into Magnus, who'd awoken as soon as the door shut and followed after the tiny brunette. The ones chasing him stopped suddenly when they saw Magnus, the most feared of the counselors, and a few seconds of being glared at by his damaged eye had them all skulking away, though they had vowed vengeance against the brown haired boy.
Back in their room, Toki had changed into a pair of blue pajama pants and was now sitting on his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest as Magnus paced around in front of him.
"What the hell were you thinking? Those bastards would've beaten the shit out of you if I hadn't been there!" Magnus yelled as he threw his arms in the air much like an exasperated parent.
"I's is sorries, I only wanted to takes de walk," Toki whined, reminded of the night he'd gone joyriding with Dr. Rockzo and come back to a scolding from the whole band.
"Then you should have woken me up! I would've gone with you!" Magnus said, moving to his own bed and flopping down onto it. Toki sighed and was reminded of a very specific situation when he'd gone out to play with the yard wolves and gotten nipped by one of the pups. Skwisgaar had raved about that for over a week, even after smearing way too much antiseptic on the tiny bite marks and wrapping the wound in a bandage.
"I's know, I won'ts does dat again," Toki said, and Magnus sighed.
"What the fuck ever. I just don't want you to get hurt, you know? I like you," Magnus said, and a vague memory of Magnus saying something similar sometime before popped into Toki's head, but he quickly wiped it away. Of course Magnu had said it before, they'd always been friends, right? Yeah, he was being stupid. He lay back on the bed and smiled over at the man.
"Ja, I's know. It ams alright though, I's can takes care of myselfs." Magnus smiled back at him.
"I know that, you're a pretty tough kid. Sorry for freaking out. See you in the morning for the concert, yeah?" Magnus asked with a small yawn. Toki nodded, a big grin on his face as he curled up with his teddy bear again.
The next morning they were both awoken by the alarm blaring another old Dethklok song, though today it was at a much more reasonable ten o'clock. They both stood slowly and dressed as they had the day before, and then walked out of the room in a companionable silence. They were immediately assaulted by their band mates asking for last minute practice, which Magnus grudgingly agreed to, though he'd been hoping to spend the day with Toki. To release his anger he was more critical than usual, and when it was time for their set everyone but Toki was ridiculously self conscious of their playing, and as such sounded terrible. Magnus, from his place in the wings, sighed. His time most definitely would've been better spent wooing Toki, but hell, the kid would probably want to keep in touch with him, so he'd have plenty more chances. Maybe some private ones, alone with Toki. He licked his lips and didn't notice the blonde man jump out and shove cake into Toki's mouth.
Magnus leaped into action when Toki began crying out for his insulin. He ran from his place in the wings, all of the audience and the rest of Toki's makeshift band staring in shock, and tossed the blonde man away before stabbing the insulin needle into Toki's stomach. The brown haired man was revived, and smiled up at Magnus.
"Yous saved me," Toki said, and Magnus looked down with a smirk.
"You're welcome," he said, carefully pulling the shaky man to his feet just as the rest of Dethklok drove up, all of them in ill-fitting robes. Just as Pickles was about to ask if Toki was alright, they heard a smash, and saw the blonde holding the base of Toki's snow globe. The rest of it lay shattered on the ground. Nathan took one look at the broken pieces, and then turned his angry green eyes to the large, pug nosed blonde.
"Oh shit little kid. You just fucked up real bad," he said, his anger lowering his voice a few octaves. The blonde, obviously realizing that he had indeed fucked up real bad, began to run, but Natha, being a former football star, easily caught him and cut off his hand with a shard of glass from Toki's beloved snow globe.
While this was happening, Skwisgaar had pulled Toki away from Magnus and was fawning over him as he had when they'd just taken Toki in.
"Yous ams alrights, right littles Toki? Nones of de bastards here hurteds you rights? Damns, maybe dis ams will teaches you dat you amnest needs no other friendses," the thin blonde said, his worry thickening his accent until he was almost unintelligible.
"Skwisgaar, you ams needings to be calming down. I's fine, Magnus saveds me," Toki beamed at the man from his place in Skwisgaar's arms. Magnus, seeing this as a win, smirked over at Skwisgaar, who glared back at him.
"Dat bastard? He ams not does not'ing dat I's couldn't has done," Skwisgaar scoffed, hugging Toki tightly. Magnus rolled his eyes, but for once decided not to provoke a fight between himself and Skwisgaar.
"So ah, ya saved Toki huh? What the fuck happened, ya motherdouchebag?" Pickles asked, attempting to break the tension between the two.
"That kid Nathan is chasing shoved some cake into his mouth, and I gave him his insulin shot," Magnus shrugged, and Pickles smiled.
"Thanks, guess you're not so much of an ass now huh?" Pickles grinned crookedly, and Murderface rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"He'sh probably shtill a huge dick, jusht couldn't stand to shee Toki die. If it wash any of the resht of ush I bet he would've laughed or shome shit," the man growled, continuing to look distrustfully at Magnus.
"Ja, he ams a reals big bastard!" Skwisgaar said, unconsciously clenching his hands into Toki's shirt.
"Don'ts be sos mean, he ams not sos bad," Toki said with a smile as Nathan wandered back from the woods, bloody and smiling in a disturbingly pleased way.
"Yous ams take cares of it?" Skwisgaar asked, and Nathan nodded, the low light making his eyes glint wildly.
"Yeah, he's not gonna do shit to Toki again," the black haired man said, and Skwisgaar nodded before he handed the youngest off to the man, who led him back onto the bus along with Murderface and Pickles. Skwisgaar turned to Magnus and spoke sharply, "Tokis might not remembers what you ams did to him, but I does, and you ams not goings to hurt hims like dat again. T'anks for savings him, but if yous ever comes around him agains I wills kill yous."
"I'd like to see you try, scrawny motherfucker," Magnus sneered, and Skwisgaar, with a scoff, got on the bus.
Once back at Mordhaus, Skwigaar refused to leave Toki's side for the rest of the evening because he, in his own words, needed to make sure that he really was alright because Magnus had probably done a piss poor job of saving him. Toki smiled and allowed it, happy to spend time with the blonde man and glad he was obviously so close to confessing. However, Toki thought, it was a bit excessive to clutch him to his side and act like a rabid dog when anyone, even one of the other band members, came near him, and even more excessive to follow him to the bathroom and wait outside the door. He grinned and bore it though, because he knew just how protective the other could be, and because that night he got to sleep in Skwisgaar's room and the fur blankets he used were really, really warm.
As the two Scandinavians lay in bed, Toki cuddled close to Skwisgaar and the blonde, thinking he was asleep, stroked his hair gently.
"I really do love you, little Toki. I'll tell you when you're awake one day." Toki smiled delicately into the blonde's side, and mumbled softly, too softly for anyone else to hear.
"I love you too, Skwisgaar, and I'll tell you so just as soon as you get the damned balls to confess."