Scandinavian Heartstrings, in Drop D.

Chapter 8.8 Bloodfest I

The Saturday morning sunshine poked through the moth-eaten curtains and Toki stirred when he heard the delicate turn of the door knob. Emily had his freshly cleaned clothes draped over one arm as she entered and smiled down at the collection of tanned muscles shifting about under her sheets.

"Morning, you." She greeted with a warm smile. Toki sighed in deep contentment.

"Good mornings to yous too." He said and smiled back as he shut his eyes again.

"You look happy." She commented as she put his clothes on the end of the bed. "Did you have a good dream?"

"No dreams." Toki responded lazily. He opened one eye curiously "No dreams ats all. Nots a single ones." For the first time in a long time the terrors of the night hadn't touched the inside of his skull. He rolled onto his back and held out his hand to her.

"Well then, you must just be happy to see me?" She took the few steps over and took his hand in hers.

"Maybe I ams?" He said and pulled her towards him. She gracefully fell onto him and he held her there with both arms wrapped around her.

"Oh my, you really are happy to see me." She laughed as her inner thigh rested against his morning glory. She bit her lip in invitation. The Norwegian took his cue with gusto and rolled her over.

Downstairs, Billy rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he opened the front door for Norman.

"Hey man, you alright?" Norman greeted. Billy mumbled a greeting in return.

"Sup?" Ricky greeted as Norman entered the lounge. The Twin Dicks sat on the otherwise unoccupied couch.

"Where's the git gone, then?" The Englishman asked. His question was answered in the most gut curdling way when a female voice in ecstasy fluttered down the stair well.

"He's coming just now." Rick assured. Ricky spat his coffee back into his cup so he didn't choke on his laughter. Norman shot a filthy look at both Dicks before he and Billy went to collect the rest of the band.

The remainder of Thunderhorse arrived at the Slaughter house and the beaming couple finally came down from their love nest. Toki, Gary and Billy ran through the string sections again with Toki coaching and guiding them through the more difficult parts. By the time they had to leave for the festival, those three played tighter than a Glam-rockers pants. They packed up their gear and loaded it into the van. Rick and Ricky were the Lead guitarist and bass guitarist for a Grindcore band who were also playing at Bloodfest, so threw their stuff in the van too. The festival was only a few blocks up the street so Norman rode with Billy while the others followed on foot.

"Fuck, like, Billy said you were good but I had no idea you were THAT good." Ricky said to Toki as they strode casually up the cobble stone sidewalk.

"Yous really tink sos? Nots just sayings it." Toki asked genuinely.

"Yeah man!" Rick concurred, "Where'd you learn to sweep like that?"

"Arrrhh, froms a, friend, I guess."

"A friend?" Ricky Questioned.

"A friend who also happens to be a brilliant guitar teacher?" Rick added to the query.

"Pfft, he tinks he ams a good teacher but he just screams at mes until I does it the way he wants." Toki grumbled. "Stupids Swedish dildo."

Pockles looked over at Gary with a questioning glance but Gary just shook his head slightly to indicate the drummer should dismiss the comment; slipping in and out of character was just one of the things that cos-lifers did.