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Skwisgaar & Toki, in my own - current - style. Traditional media, no ref used.

I tried to make them look as Scandinavian as possible through typical facial features, the best I could.

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for the otp thing, 20. skwistok (i am so sorry...)

(BET)

20. One (or both) is injured

Set Post-Doomstar

He was always scared. Jumpy. Overall terrified. He couldn’t trust anyone. Even the rest of the band terrified him. Although he knew deep down they would never hurt him-- hell, they were the ones that saved him-- it was hard to.. be around people. For so long he was stuck in darkness. Darkness and pain and isolation. Abigail was the only person that, at the time, had stopped him from delving into insanity. Then the prophecy was fulfilled, but he still wrote what happened off as some weird fever dream. That couldn’t have been real. Surely he was imagining things again. /

Toki paced around his room anxiously, always looking over at his door and checking that it was still locked with shaky hands. What if someone came in and stole him again? What if someone snuck in to Mordhaus and tried to hurt him?. He lifted up his shirt and looked down at the glaring red scar that now adorned the left side of his body, a frown gracing his lips as he prodded at it and winced afterwards. It was ugly-- and now it was unlikely that it would ever completely go away. Cursed with a mark of one of the worst times in his life. /

It reminded him too much of his childhood. Being locked away, beaten, tortured. He went over to his desk and picked up his snow globe, staring at it and shaking his head. Who knows what would have happened if they never came to rescue him? He would be dead. He kept it in his hands and started pacing again, a loud noise suddenly being heard a few rooms over. /

This made Toki panic and promptly drop the snow globe, cutting a big gash in his hand as he attempted to immediately pick it up afterwards. He dropped down to the floor and clutched his hand, openly sobbing as he rocked back and forth. No more blood. He hated it. He was supposed to be in the most brutal metal band in the world, and now the sight of blood made him turn into a sobbing mess. It was a disaster. /

He was apparently being loud enough to alert Skwisgaar, who had been walking past his room at the time of the incident. The Swede stopped in front of the door and tried to open it, realizing it was locked and groaning. “Tokis! What ams wrong? Let me in!” he shouted, starting to knock just loud enough for him to hear (he knew about his issue with loud noises. so the last thing he wanted to do was startle him even more)./

Toki heard Skwisgaar’s voice and stopped crying, looking at the door and hearing the consistent knocking. As much as he didn’t want anyone around him-- he wanted to make the bleeding stop even more. He slowly got up and unlocked the door, opening it up and looking up at Skwisgaar with tears already forming in his eyes again. All he did was hold up his hand, which was still bleeding and causing the blood to run down his arm. Guess he cut it pretty bad. /

Skwisgaar’s eyes widened when he saw Toki’s hand, briefly glancing behind him at the now shattered snow globe and putting two and two together. He sighed and pointed at his bed, rummaging around his room until he found a first aid kit (there was a point in time where they kept getting small cuts and scrapes so often that they ended up putting a first aid kit in each of their rooms-- since they’re all idiots) and quickly rummaged through it. /

“It ams okay, Tokis. I’ll fix this for yous.” He murmured, approaching him with the first aid kit and watching Toki flinch the moment he was close enough to touch him. Oh yeah, he was still having a hard time having direct contact with any other human beings. Oops. “Let me takes your hand, okays? Won’t hurt yous.” He very gently took Toki’s hand in his own, using his other hand to grab some peroxide and pour it on the wound. Toki ended up sniffling but stayed otherwise quiet, probably just not wanting to make any conversation just yet. /

So Skwisgaar continued with his nurse duties, wiping it clean and sanitizing it before grabbing a bandage and wrapping his hand up. He wasn’t too bad at this. Maybe he should look into a side career as a school nurse. Eyes moved up from Toki’s hand to his face, smiling at him. “See? Goods as new.” he said happily, and Toki suddenly snapped./

He began bawling his eyes out again, and Skwisgaar panicked before getting onto his bed and nervously wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Luckily Toki didn’t push him away and instead leaned right into the embrace, turning his body to bury his face against the blonde’s chest. “I wants tos stop being scared, Skwisgaar. I don’ts wants people to hurts me.” He forced out, and all Skwisgaar could do it rub soothing circles in his back, pulling back enough to grab Toki’s chin gently and look into his eyes. /

“As longs as I ams around, no one will hurts you. It ams okay, Toki. I was scared, too. When you was gone. Being scareds is okay.” He insisted, and it seemed to be enough to make Toki stop crying again. Being this nice felt.. unnatural to Skwisgaar, but he knew it was what Toki needed to hear. It wasn’t a lie, either. After their mission to rescue Toki-- he knew he would willingly die for him if he had to. /

“Thanks you, Skwisgaar.” He whispered, leaning up and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. This was the exact opposite of how Skwisgaar thought this would go, but kissed him back anyways before looking over at the door. “Lets takes a nap, hm? Helps you heal.” He suggested, and Toki nodded before the two of them layed down in his bed, limbs tangled together./

This was just what he needed. /