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Kloktober 2024 Day 2

Your Fave Relationship

There was not really another option in my mind when I read the prompt for day 2. The world doesn't have enough of bantering Scandinavian guitarists so that's what I'm offering today.

Specifically, I wanted to focus on the enigmatic of their relationship, because they're a couple of weirdos. That I love, of course.

When Skwisgaar walked into the kitchen, he found his own face staring back at him, in the form of a mug. Toki usually had his morning coffee in the skull-shaped mug that had his likeness, this was nothing new. And it certainly was nothing Skwisgaar had to point out. Toki wanted to be him, but who didn’t, really? 

He also did an astounding negative effort to become nothing like Skwisgaar. Not in the parts that mattered, anyway.

“You knows it ams records kings deys todays, rights?” Skwisgaar said, in lieu of a greeting. “Can’ts keeps sayingks you wills practiske laters nows.”

“Oh, shuts up, Skwisgaar.” Toki rolled his eyes with disinterest. He took another and empty eye sockets glared at Skwisgaar. “You don’ts scares me.”

“Yous playingks ams whats scaries.” Skwisgaar blurted with a smirk.

Toki said nothing, but gripped his mug so tightly that the veins on his hands became noticeable. Skwisgaar never really understood why he did that sometimes. 

“Euh…sees you later at the studios…” He awkwardly said, in the manner of a farewell.

–

Skwisgaar watched Toki play the chords he wrote for him in the wrong succession for the upteempth time. “Wrongs!” He yelled, walking up to him. “It ams twos, twos, fours and thens twos agains! How manies times I gotsa tells you this?”

“Dats whats I dones!” Toki defended himself. “I dids two fours and thens-”

“Twos and twos first!” Skwisgaar dragged his hands across his face with exasperation. It had been so long trying to get Toki to record his track that the other three just left to eat. Skwisgaar was angry, starving and most of all in disbelief over Toki’s stupidity. It’s like he got dumber over time. “You know whats? Gives to me de guitar, I does it.”

“Noes!” Toki protectively holding onto his Flying V. “I wants to plays!”

“Toos late ams gonna does it nows!”

“Noes!”

“I wills!” Skwisgaar grabbed onto the lower body of the guitar.

“You cants!” Toki grabbed the neck instead and they started struggling over the instrument. 

“Eugh, just lets goes, Toki!” Skwisgaar said with frustration, pulling from one end of the guitar. 

“You lets goes!” Toki replied, pulling from the other.

“You cants even plays!”

“It ams mine guitars!”

“Whats I can plays betters?!” 

Suddenly, there was a flash and Skwisgaar felt his face impact against solid flesh. It took him a few seconds to realize that Toki had punched him, and in turn he gave him a slap across the face. Soon enough, the attention stopped being on the guitar and on each other instead. The instrument was even propelled to the ground at some point and neither of them reacted to it, too focused on their fight.

When Toki shoved Skwisgaar against the amp wall, he took a false step and fell, but not without bringing Toki down with him. On the floor, the fight resumed, punches and kicks being delivered from both sides. While Skwisgaar had a good time stretching Toki’s cheeks, Toki, the little dildo, dug his fingers into Skwisgaar’s nose. 

“Eughh!!” Skwisgaar yelled and rolled over so he could regain control. Toki, however, was as bad with guitar as he was strong and he pinned Skwisgaar down, looking obnoxiously smug about it. 

And Skwisgaar was not about to have that so he stuck his own digits in Toki’s mouth, wiping that stupid smile off his face. Because Toki was a bit like an animal sometimes, he started chomping down, trying to bite Skwisgaar’s fingers. He narrowly avoided it, though when Toki’s tongue grazed one of his thumbs, Skwisgaar instinctively looked up.

And, even though it was far from being their first rodeo, something felt a little different. Or maybe it was that without the scowl, Skwisgaar’s fingers on Toki’s mouth had another connotation. 

But he didn’t have time to go down that line of thinking because a pang of pain 

Before he could even begin to think of anything else, he felt a yank coming from his scalp. It took him a few moments to realize that it was Toki pulling from his hair, forcing him to raise his face.

Their eyes met, both of them gasping from the physical effort and Skwisgaar couldn’t help noticing the flush on Toki’s cheeks. Experimentally, rather than pulling his fingers out, he shoved them deeper which made Toki grimace. A harder hair yank followed, and Skwisgaar groaned.

Toki’s eyes widened and Skwisgaar tried to feign dignity, though he was pretty sure his cheeks were betraying him. Finally, it occurred to him that having Toki on top of him wasn’t exactly helping his situation. Trying to move, however, caused the opposite effect as the motion made him grind his hips against Toki’s backside. In turn, Toki continued the friction by spreading his legs to the sides, locking Skwisgaar in his place. But Skwisgaar didn’t like being told what to do, so he lifted his upper body in an attempt to sit up, only for Toki to lean in to force him to back down. 

Stupid Toki, no matter how short the distance between them was becoming, he wasn’t going to just give up. Just because Toki didn’t care about personal space, didn’t mean he was just going to let him win. Just because their faces were so close that he could feel Toki’s breath on him, didn’t mean Skwisgaar was going to let him do what he wanted…

The door suddenly slammed open. “Whet are you two dooshbegs doin’?” Pickles asked, drinking a piña colada from a straw. 

Panicking, they unwrapped from each other and stood up, not really sure how to answer that themselves.

“Skwisgaar ams dildos.” Toki said first, clearing his throat.

“You ams dildos.” Skwisgaar countered, still looking down.

Pickles loudly slurped, more interested in his drink than what they had to say. “Okey, just don’t forget to eat or whatever.” He said and then walked away whistling.

When they were alone again, Skwisgaar side-eyed Toki. “Eugh…does you wants to goes shootingks de guns lators?”

After a moment, Toki shrugged. “Ja, okays. Whatevers.”

“Okeis.” Skwisgaar leaned down to pick the guitar.

“And dens we watch de movies I tells you de other days.” Toki added. 

“Shores.” Skwisgaar said absent-mindedly, staring at the dent at the bottom of the guitar.

“Skwisgaar?”

“Ja?” He turned to Toki.

“I hates you.”

Skwisgaar smirked. “I knows dat.” Toki was heading out when he talked again. “I hates you too.”

“Goods.” Toki didn’t even look back but Skwisgaar knew he was content.

Because he was, too.