Norwegian Wood part three

Norwegian Wood
part two
by Lucy in the Sky

The smell of hay filled Toki’s nostrils.  For a terrifying moment, he thought his father had caught up with him and drug him back to the stable.  But the earth below him was rocking gently, and he could hear the distinctive clacking of a railroad train…he must have made it!  But how?
He stirred slightly, unable to open his eyes still.  He could tell his body was laying on hay, but his head was resting on something soft and warm, that rose and fell as if it where breathing…
His eyes snapped open and if he weren’t in so much pain, he would have probably sat up to attention.  He was resting on somebody’s stomach…he looked up to the face that belonged to the makeshift pillow-all he could see in the darkness was brilliant blue eyes on a plain of creamy skin framed by golden hair that cascaded down to a pair of narrow shoulders.  Toki couldn’t process right away if this person was a boy or girl until he noticed the flat chest and the bulge that lay inches away from his face.  He squirmed with uneasiness, but the boy took notice of him.  Gently taking hold of his arm, he spoke quietly in a language Toki didn’t understand.  Met with a quizzical look, the boy cocked his head.  “Uhhh…Sweedish?” Toki shook his head and replied with a raspy voice, “Nor-Norway?”  The Swede shook his head and thought.  A flash of epiphany flashed on his face, “English?”  Toki nodded in relief.  He knew English quite well actually.  He knew that to achieve his dream of being a rock and roll star, he would have to make it big in the US.  So he took every English class available in his high school, eventually becoming one of the better students in the coarse.
Toki again tried unsuccessfully to move away from the Swede.  “Wills yous relax?”  the Swede sounded a bit annoyed.  Although Toki felt uncomfortable lying on another boy’s lap, he complied, still uncertain if the blonde was a friend or foe.  “I’s Skwisgaar, and yous ares?”  
“T-Toki,” he shivered.  Skwisgaar smirked as he looked the boy up and down.  “You’s is in pretties bad shapes, Toki…”  This was true.  The bruises his father gave him had grown darker, his head wound had stopped bleeding a while ago and the blood dried to his face, his hair was a bloody, tangled mess, the flesh on his legs was scraped and bruised, and blood was spewing from his fresh bullet wound.  The sight was truly brutal. Skwisgaar snickered as he ran his long slender fingers through the ratty mess of hair, attempting to untangle some of the nasty snarls.  Toki wasn’t too comfortable with a stranger fondling his hair normally, but when someone this beautiful does it, whether it was a boy or girl didn’t matter.  Secretly he sort of enjoyed it.  It was the most attention he had gotten from anybody.  Skwisgaar worked out the last knot and began to absent mindedly stroke his hair as he spoke, “Yous so tense, lighten up!  I’s not goings to hurts you.  Now takes off yours shirt.”  
Toki’s eyes widened.  He knew this was a bad idea.  Skwisgaar rolled his eyes and smirked again.  “Sos I’s can look ats your hurts.”  Assuming he meant “wounds”, Toki allowed him to tug off his shirt as gently as he could and tossed it aside.  Skwisgaar reached over to his back pack that sat next to him and pulled out an old shirt and a bottle of peroxide.  “Now sits up sos that I’s can look ats it.”  
Toki struggled to sit up, but collapsed onto Skwisgaar’s lap in exasperation.  “I no can do’s it, I’s in too much pains,”  he gasped.  Skwisgaar sighed, trying to sound annoyed instead of concerned.  He didn’t want to scare Toki.  Slowly, he slipped his hand onto Toki’s back, gently pushing him up until Toki was able to rest his head on Skwisgaar’s chest.  “Brace yourself,” said Skwisgaar as he soaked the shirt in peroxide, “Dis is reallys going to stings,”
Toki winced from the pain and instinctively wrapped his arms around Skwisgaar, burying his head into his chest, trying to concentrate on his heartbeat instead of the pain.  “Hey, don’ts be such a wuss, its didn’ts goes in, it just knicks you.” Skwisgaar words were sarcastic, but his tone was sincere.  Holding the peroxide-soaked cloth in one hand, he again began to stroke Toki’s hair without much hesitation.  He wasn’t sure what it was about the kid’s hair, it was such a deep shade of mahogany, and despite the dried blood on one side it was deliciously smooth and thick.
“Sos, what happened backs der?” Skwisgaar asked softly, knowing it was a touchy subject.  A soft, whimpered cry escaped the brunette, and Skwisgaar felt his shirt become dampened by tears.  The blonde sighed, annoyed at himself.  “Okay, bads questions,” he said as he moved his hand from the kids hair and began to rub his back.  The massage felt good on Toki’s bruise.  
“How did you’s get heres?”  Toki’s voice was muffled by Skwisgaar’s shirt, “You’s Swedish, whats are yous doing in God-forsaken place?”
Skwisgaar sighed and looked at the ceiling.  “I’s wid dis band, Sausage Assasin.  We stay in Sweden mostly, but sometimes goes to Norway.  We stays at dis room behind club that we played ats.  Apperantly, de dildos have problems wid me, and kicked me outs justs for nailing condoms to wall.”
“Dey kicks you outs of club?” asked Toki.
Skwisgaar chuckled.  “No, dey kicks me outs of country!  My idiots bandsmates wouldn’t gives me moneys to get train ticket home, and dildos club guy wouldn’t pays me.  Sos, I hops train.”
“Don’ts yous miss your band?” Toki had calmed down a bit, taken in with the story.
“Pfft.” replied Skwisgaar, “Dey idiots.  Don’t’s know snakes from dildos.  Is checking out dis new band, maybe’s yous coulds come?”
Toki took in a deep breath.  At the moment he would follow this guy back into Lillehammer.  “I don’t knows if is good enough at guitar…”  In reality, he was quite good at it.  He had spent every moment he could get away from his parents with a guitar-in the band room at school, at the guitar store, anywhere.
Skwisgaar let out a little amused snort.  He tilted his head forward and nuzzled his nose into Toki’s hair.  “I’s bets yous fantastics,” he whispered into his mahogany locks.  
Toki felt a little uneasy at how affectionate this person was, but was too tired to stir.  Instead, he just allowed himself to enjoy it a little.  “Whads de name of de band?”
“Dethklok.”


~End~