FIC: Welcome Home (Dethklok, Nathan and Toki; PG-13)
TO: lexicale
FROM: Your Secret Valentine
Title: Welcome Home
Characters: Dethklok, with a focus on Nathan and Toki
Genre: Fluff, friendship fic
Timeline: Post-DSR
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language/typical in-show antics
Warnings: Brief mention of injury
Summary: The band arranges a small celebration of Toki’s return to Mordhaus. Toki has a heart-to-heart conversation with Nathan after things die down. Well, whatever passes as heart-to-heart for Dethklok, anyway.
Word Count: ~1,650
Like nearly anything else that happened in the lives of Dethklok, Toki’s safe return from the Revengencers’ hideout was a cause for indulgence - though, in this case, the indulgence would be mostly of a celebratory nature rather than one of sheer escapism. The rest of the band allowed the rhythm guitarist a few days to settle back into Mordhaus, while they conspired to surprise him with a good time.
“I got ‘im some video games, like a whole shitload of ‘em. Old ones, new ones, basically just everything that looked like somethin’ he’d like,” Pickles announced. A Klokateer stood behind him, carrying several bags from the game store and sagging against the wall. The drummer turned towards him. “You, go to the living room ‘n set those up,” he ordered.
“Yes, sire,” the Klokateer replied as he hurried off to carry out Pickles’ command as quickly as he could under the weight of the shopping bags.
“Good!” Nathan exclaimed, briefly looking up from a list of foods he wanted the servants to prepare for a buffet table. “Hey, Skwisgaar, you’re, uh… Scandinavian, what do you know about Norwegian food?”
“Aaaah, there ams lots of smokeds fish, rye breads, shrimps, you knows…” Skwisgaar said nonchalantly.
“Ugh. Sounds gross,” Nathan grunted, jotting those items down.
“Pfft, it ams an acquireds taste,” Skwisgaar scoffed.
“Whatever, I’ll figure it out,” Nathan replied hastily.
After a few hours passed, the band had everything ready - the living room was set up with food, liquor, and video games. Nathan knocked on Toki’s door. The door hadn’t been shut all the way, and his knock pushed it open slightly. Nathan shrugged and pushed it open all the way.
“Hey, Toki,” he said.
Toki sat at his desk lazily gluing a model plane together. He turned around when he heard Nathan’s voice. “Oh, hey, Nathans. What’s ups?”
“Not much. Come out into the living room,” he said. “I have something I want to show you.”
Toki gave Nathan a suspicious look. Usually, when the guys had something they wanted to show him, it was some kind of prank. “Okays,” he droned.
“Come on, follow me,” Nathan urged.
Toki followed Nathan into the living room, where the rest of the band stood.
“Hey, Toki!” Pickles exclaimed with a warm smile, walking up to the rhythm guitarist and putting an arm across his shoulder. “We wanted t’celebrate you comin’ home so we threw ya a li’l party! And, look, I got some games fer you!” He let go of Toki and motioned towards the TV.
Toki smiled broadly and wrapped his arms around Pickles, then proceeded to do the same with the rest of his bandmates. “Thanks, guys, I reallies appreciates it!” He almost expected another fake kidnapping, like what they did on his birthday that one time and he felt quite relieved to see that was not the case - to see that they had simply planned a relatively unpretentious get-together (by Dethklok standards, anyway) to express their gratitude that he was home.
“Awwh, it was no big deal. Come on, have some booze,” Pickles said.
”Okays!”
*****
Towards the end of the night, Toki, thoroughly drunk (but not too drunk to play video games), had situated himself on the couch in front of the big screen TV with every console known to man hooked up to it.
“Fuckings Star Sevens!” he wailed drunkenly, throwing his hands in the air and dropping the controller on the floor.
“Yeeah, Toki, I don’ really think that old roll-up game’s the best game t’play if ya’ been drinkin’. Probably better on acid, heh,” Pickles said.
“Yeah, there sure are a lot of…colors. Bleugh,” Nathan commented, staring nonchalantly at the screen. His green eyes then abruptly lit up. “Oh, oh, wait, that’s pretty cool, though, that big weird alien guy’s shooting lasers at the little weird alien guy! …Because you lost,” he remarked with a gentle, guttural laugh.
Toki sighed. “I’m tireds of games for tonights, guys. Maybe we just watch some TVs or somethings?” he suggested.
“You guys can do that, I’m going to bed. My arm’s killing me! Don’t any of you care about this disgusting festering wound of mine?” Murderface slurred, slowly peeling back the bandages on his forearm. Nathan groaned and Pickles averted his eyes.
“Ugh, Murderface, how many times I gots to tell you not everything ams always abouts you,” Skwisgaar grumbled and huffed, casually playing his guitar. “We ams sorries you gots poked in the arm by somes weirdo in the Depths of Humanities but Toki ams the one whats we has nots seens in a while!”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll watch TV with you guys, because I’m a good friend, damn it! And I’ll prove it to you!” Murderface huffed, sitting down next to Skwisgaar and turning off the lights.
The band fell asleep on the huge couch in front of the television, watching nature documentaries - all of them except for Toki. The young guitarist became restless as his buzz slowly wore off - he sighed repeatedly and wrung his hands. The sound of the television began to bother him, so he shut it off. He reached for the half empty bottle of vodka that sat on the coffee table and took a few generous swigs, hoping to get intoxicated enough that he could sleep. He got no such luck - all he got was dizziness and some muscle cramps. With a frustrated grumble, he decided to retire to his own room, but as he got up and took his first step in that direction, he tripped over the controller he used to play games with earlier that night and fell flat on his face.
“Fucks!” He griped as he hit the floor.
Nathan promptly woke up. Out of the rest of the band, he was the only one who hadn’t been in a particularly deep sleep. “Nngh… Toki?”
“Oh… Sorries, Nathans. I was gettings up to goes to my rooms, but I fells down,” Toki muttered quietly as he pulled himself up off the floor into a crouching position. “Ams still sorts of drunks, I guess,” he added.
“Are you okay?” Nathan asked, sitting up straight.
“I think sos. I was havings a hards time sleepings. Even though I ams tireds as hell.”
“Ugh. I know that feeling. Sometimes booze’ll do that.” He paused and sighed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“All rights.”
Nathan led Toki to his room and made sure he got into bed safely. Toki sat on the side of his bed, removing his boots. He chewed on his lip and furrowed his brow. Nathan sat down next to him, prompting the guitarist to turn to him with a slight look of surprise.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look really nervous,” Nathan said quietly. He paused, realizing exactly what Toki had recently come back from. “…Not that I’d really blame you, after, uh… what happened with Magnus.”
Toki settled onto the bed, his eyes still open. “I just keeps thinkings abouts it. I don’ts wants to goes through that evers agains,” he muttered. “I thoughts that afters I gots away from my parents, I never woulds.”
Nathan’s mouth hung open as he struggled to think of a response. “You have to be more careful about who you get close to, I guess.”
Toki frowned and cast his icy blue eyes to the side.
“Not that it’s your fault what happened,” Nathan clarified. “I mean… It’s kinda our fault, really. For, uh, excluding you and shit. If we hadn’t’ve done that, you wouldn’t have felt the need to look outside of us for company and end up hanging out with the wrong people. I guess it’s kinda like when teenage girls date shitty guys ‘cause their parents are too busy drinking and fighting. Not that you’re a teenage girl. Or that we’re your parents. Or that you were gay with- shit. You know what I’m trying to say.” He paused, absently taking a piece of Toki’s sheet and rubbing it between his fingers, his expression becoming a bit desperate. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I gets it. You don’ts have to apolgisecs to me, Nathans.”
Nathan leaned towards Toki and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Look, Toki. I can’t take back any of the things that have happened to you. I would if I could, but I can’t. But, I can promise you we won’t leave you out or push you around ever again. We’ve, uh, learned our lesson. And if I catch any of the other guys forgetting it, I’ll be sure to put them in their place,” he said gravely.
“Thanks, Nathans,” Toki said softly, sitting back up and hugging Nathan around the neck.
“You wanna do something with me and the rest of the guys tomorrow? Maybe go to that one amusement park you like so much? Or, we could go to the pet store again! That was pretty awesome,” Nathan suggested.
“Okays,” Toki mumbled. “We cans go out afters the guitars lesson Skwisgaar said he’d gives to me.” His voice lacked its usual amount of enthusiasm, but Nathan chalked it up to tiredness and refused to let it bother him too much. “He promised nots to dumps bloods on me if I mess ups,” Toki added.
Nathan chuckled slightly. “He’d better not.” He stayed seated on Toki’s bed until Toki fell asleep, staring at him. He was still in a state of mixed relief and disbelief that Toki was back - during the past few days, there had been times when he worried that this was all just one of those too-good-to-be-true dreams and he’d wake up and Toki would still be missing. However, spending time with Toki and hearing his concerns dissolved those irrational thoughts, at least for the time being. He put an extra blanket on top of his friend. “Goodnight, Toki. Welcome home,” he whispered as he quietly slunk out of the room, turning the lights off as he left.
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FROM: Your Secret Valentine
Title: Welcome Home
Characters: Dethklok, with a focus on Nathan and Toki
Genre: Fluff, friendship fic
Timeline: Post-DSR
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language/typical in-show antics
Warnings: Brief mention of injury
Summary: The band arranges a small celebration of Toki’s return to Mordhaus. Toki has a heart-to-heart conversation with Nathan after things die down. Well, whatever passes as heart-to-heart for Dethklok, anyway.
Word Count: ~1,650
Like nearly anything else that happened in the lives of Dethklok, Toki’s safe return from the Revengencers’ hideout was a cause for indulgence - though, in this case, the indulgence would be mostly of a celebratory nature rather than one of sheer escapism. The rest of the band allowed the rhythm guitarist a few days to settle back into Mordhaus, while they conspired to surprise him with a good time.
“I got ‘im some video games, like a whole shitload of ‘em. Old ones, new ones, basically just everything that looked like somethin’ he’d like,” Pickles announced. A Klokateer stood behind him, carrying several bags from the game store and sagging against the wall. The drummer turned towards him. “You, go to the living room ‘n set those up,” he ordered.
“Yes, sire,” the Klokateer replied as he hurried off to carry out Pickles’ command as quickly as he could under the weight of the shopping bags.
“Good!” Nathan exclaimed, briefly looking up from a list of foods he wanted the servants to prepare for a buffet table. “Hey, Skwisgaar, you’re, uh… Scandinavian, what do you know about Norwegian food?”
“Aaaah, there ams lots of smokeds fish, rye breads, shrimps, you knows…” Skwisgaar said nonchalantly.
“Ugh. Sounds gross,” Nathan grunted, jotting those items down.
“Pfft, it ams an acquireds taste,” Skwisgaar scoffed.
“Whatever, I’ll figure it out,” Nathan replied hastily.
After a few hours passed, the band had everything ready - the living room was set up with food, liquor, and video games. Nathan knocked on Toki’s door. The door hadn’t been shut all the way, and his knock pushed it open slightly. Nathan shrugged and pushed it open all the way.
“Hey, Toki,” he said.
Toki sat at his desk lazily gluing a model plane together. He turned around when he heard Nathan’s voice. “Oh, hey, Nathans. What’s ups?”
“Not much. Come out into the living room,” he said. “I have something I want to show you.”
Toki gave Nathan a suspicious look. Usually, when the guys had something they wanted to show him, it was some kind of prank. “Okays,” he droned.
“Come on, follow me,” Nathan urged.
Toki followed Nathan into the living room, where the rest of the band stood.
“Hey, Toki!” Pickles exclaimed with a warm smile, walking up to the rhythm guitarist and putting an arm across his shoulder. “We wanted t’celebrate you comin’ home so we threw ya a li’l party! And, look, I got some games fer you!” He let go of Toki and motioned towards the TV.
Toki smiled broadly and wrapped his arms around Pickles, then proceeded to do the same with the rest of his bandmates. “Thanks, guys, I reallies appreciates it!” He almost expected another fake kidnapping, like what they did on his birthday that one time and he felt quite relieved to see that was not the case - to see that they had simply planned a relatively unpretentious get-together (by Dethklok standards, anyway) to express their gratitude that he was home.
“Awwh, it was no big deal. Come on, have some booze,” Pickles said.
”Okays!”
*****
Towards the end of the night, Toki, thoroughly drunk (but not too drunk to play video games), had situated himself on the couch in front of the big screen TV with every console known to man hooked up to it.
“Fuckings Star Sevens!” he wailed drunkenly, throwing his hands in the air and dropping the controller on the floor.
“Yeeah, Toki, I don’ really think that old roll-up game’s the best game t’play if ya’ been drinkin’. Probably better on acid, heh,” Pickles said.
“Yeah, there sure are a lot of…colors. Bleugh,” Nathan commented, staring nonchalantly at the screen. His green eyes then abruptly lit up. “Oh, oh, wait, that’s pretty cool, though, that big weird alien guy’s shooting lasers at the little weird alien guy! …Because you lost,” he remarked with a gentle, guttural laugh.
Toki sighed. “I’m tireds of games for tonights, guys. Maybe we just watch some TVs or somethings?” he suggested.
“You guys can do that, I’m going to bed. My arm’s killing me! Don’t any of you care about this disgusting festering wound of mine?” Murderface slurred, slowly peeling back the bandages on his forearm. Nathan groaned and Pickles averted his eyes.
“Ugh, Murderface, how many times I gots to tell you not everything ams always abouts you,” Skwisgaar grumbled and huffed, casually playing his guitar. “We ams sorries you gots poked in the arm by somes weirdo in the Depths of Humanities but Toki ams the one whats we has nots seens in a while!”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll watch TV with you guys, because I’m a good friend, damn it! And I’ll prove it to you!” Murderface huffed, sitting down next to Skwisgaar and turning off the lights.
The band fell asleep on the huge couch in front of the television, watching nature documentaries - all of them except for Toki. The young guitarist became restless as his buzz slowly wore off - he sighed repeatedly and wrung his hands. The sound of the television began to bother him, so he shut it off. He reached for the half empty bottle of vodka that sat on the coffee table and took a few generous swigs, hoping to get intoxicated enough that he could sleep. He got no such luck - all he got was dizziness and some muscle cramps. With a frustrated grumble, he decided to retire to his own room, but as he got up and took his first step in that direction, he tripped over the controller he used to play games with earlier that night and fell flat on his face.
“Fucks!” He griped as he hit the floor.
Nathan promptly woke up. Out of the rest of the band, he was the only one who hadn’t been in a particularly deep sleep. “Nngh… Toki?”
“Oh… Sorries, Nathans. I was gettings up to goes to my rooms, but I fells down,” Toki muttered quietly as he pulled himself up off the floor into a crouching position. “Ams still sorts of drunks, I guess,” he added.
“Are you okay?” Nathan asked, sitting up straight.
“I think sos. I was havings a hards time sleepings. Even though I ams tireds as hell.”
“Ugh. I know that feeling. Sometimes booze’ll do that.” He paused and sighed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“All rights.”
Nathan led Toki to his room and made sure he got into bed safely. Toki sat on the side of his bed, removing his boots. He chewed on his lip and furrowed his brow. Nathan sat down next to him, prompting the guitarist to turn to him with a slight look of surprise.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look really nervous,” Nathan said quietly. He paused, realizing exactly what Toki had recently come back from. “…Not that I’d really blame you, after, uh… what happened with Magnus.”
Toki settled onto the bed, his eyes still open. “I just keeps thinkings abouts it. I don’ts wants to goes through that evers agains,” he muttered. “I thoughts that afters I gots away from my parents, I never woulds.”
Nathan’s mouth hung open as he struggled to think of a response. “You have to be more careful about who you get close to, I guess.”
Toki frowned and cast his icy blue eyes to the side.
“Not that it’s your fault what happened,” Nathan clarified. “I mean… It’s kinda our fault, really. For, uh, excluding you and shit. If we hadn’t’ve done that, you wouldn’t have felt the need to look outside of us for company and end up hanging out with the wrong people. I guess it’s kinda like when teenage girls date shitty guys ‘cause their parents are too busy drinking and fighting. Not that you’re a teenage girl. Or that we’re your parents. Or that you were gay with- shit. You know what I’m trying to say.” He paused, absently taking a piece of Toki’s sheet and rubbing it between his fingers, his expression becoming a bit desperate. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I gets it. You don’ts have to apolgisecs to me, Nathans.”
Nathan leaned towards Toki and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Look, Toki. I can’t take back any of the things that have happened to you. I would if I could, but I can’t. But, I can promise you we won’t leave you out or push you around ever again. We’ve, uh, learned our lesson. And if I catch any of the other guys forgetting it, I’ll be sure to put them in their place,” he said gravely.
“Thanks, Nathans,” Toki said softly, sitting back up and hugging Nathan around the neck.
“You wanna do something with me and the rest of the guys tomorrow? Maybe go to that one amusement park you like so much? Or, we could go to the pet store again! That was pretty awesome,” Nathan suggested.
“Okays,” Toki mumbled. “We cans go out afters the guitars lesson Skwisgaar said he’d gives to me.” His voice lacked its usual amount of enthusiasm, but Nathan chalked it up to tiredness and refused to let it bother him too much. “He promised nots to dumps bloods on me if I mess ups,” Toki added.
Nathan chuckled slightly. “He’d better not.” He stayed seated on Toki’s bed until Toki fell asleep, staring at him. He was still in a state of mixed relief and disbelief that Toki was back - during the past few days, there had been times when he worried that this was all just one of those too-good-to-be-true dreams and he’d wake up and Toki would still be missing. However, spending time with Toki and hearing his concerns dissolved those irrational thoughts, at least for the time being. He put an extra blanket on top of his friend. “Goodnight, Toki. Welcome home,” he whispered as he quietly slunk out of the room, turning the lights off as he left.
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