#norske talenter

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[hoe4sports]

“My heart recognized you before my mind did”

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: No triggers. Rewritten 31st of May. You are a playing assistant coach. Basically a player with more knowledge.

The sun was blaring in the Spanish sky which caused your sweat to pour. It was particularly hot because you weee busy placing the gear you had planned to use this session for the attackers. It looked like something close to the world championship of materials. It devastatingly hot as the Spanish sun was going towards record breaking heat. The attackers came out, all of them looking as ready as ever. You had already analysed them which meant that you knew each of their weaknesses. “Fridolina, Salma and Claudia; group up to the left.  Caroline, Mariona and Bruna; group up to the right.” You ordered, and the girls split up eager to see what you had planned for today. “We are doing drills, left to right, up towards east, strike three times, across the field and return. 1-2-3, let’s go!” You yelled as the girls got into action. Caroline caused you to take special notice of her. She was taller than you, and you had read about her. You went to talent camp together as teens. You always thought that she was into girls, but she was very private. Even back then! Nonetheless, she was stunning. Her hands were large, and her rarely shown smile was contagious. 

“Alright girls, I want you to group up.” You announced after 15 mins of intensive practice. The girls fell to the grass pacing, trying to catch their breath. “Now, this feeling is what we will feel on the pitch during the last 10 minutes. We are gonna push through it. Watch me, and copy it until I call quits.” You ordered as you did a series of cordinating moves as a ran between poles and over blocks. When you finished the round, you pulled my t shirt off your tanned skin as it was once again, recording breakingly hot. Everyone started doing the exercise, and you started looking at Fridolina while making notes of what she needed support on. You turned around and catches Caroline glancing at you. “Caroline? Are there questions? Are you okay?” You said as the tall girl shook her head and started doing the exercise. You shook yournhead, and started taking notes once again. 

Later that day, you spotted her staring at you. In the cafeteria, during the pre-match meeting and during the gym session. You decided that you were over it when you and Ingrid was walking to her car, and you catched her stare again. “What’s her deal?” You asked Ingrid, and she shrugged. “I’m not too sure, she isn’t normally this awkward. “ she suggested and you brushed it off as we got into Ingrid’s car.

Over the next months, this weird thing with Caroline kept happening. You would notice her staring, but whenever you talked to her she would get all stuttery. As she was getting weirded, me and the other girls were getting closer. You were also marking my spot as a playing assistant trainer when Jonathan on multiple occasions had me be a stand in during practice. This caused you to develop a close knitted relationship to quite a few of the girls, but Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia and Lucy were of the closest. Lucy would often flirt with me, and you thought it was hilarious. Over the next 6 months, we grew closer. Like sisters, she would tease you. and you would kick her ass in practice.

After a very particularly hard practice, you were clearing the pitch for equipment as the girls had already headed home for the day. You had turned the music on full and you were listening to “Typisk norsk å være god». It was blasting out on full volume and you felt like you were having the time of your life. It was friday, and you were feeling ready for Lucy’s birthday weekend shenanigans.

“Uhm, listen, Y/F/N-“ a female voice begun but was quickly shut down by your shrieks of horror as your heart went from 50 to 180 in the span of 1 second. “GRAHAM, you scared me!” You yelled as the tall brunette was walking awkwardly towards you, almost resembling a baby giraffe.  The girl was rubbing her neck while staring into the grass. “I just, ehm, regarding, you know-“ she stuttered. “Oh my, whenever you are ready” I stated as an ironically looked at my sports watch. “Never mind” the brunette stuttered as she was turning her tall frame and walked towards the warderobe. You could see the girls staring from the tunnel, and you knew that they had put her up to this.

You sighted as you felt forced to try to catch up to her, considering your 38 cm height difference. “Caroline, wait up.” You cooed at her as you were shortening the distance by the second. You catched her as she entered the now empty team warderobe. She sat down underneath her cubby with her name and face printed on the wall with her hands rubbing her knees. You could tell that she was nervous, that made you feel flattered. “Let’s try again shall we?” You said as you sat down on the physio bench in the middle of the room, but still in front of her. She still looked down with her serious face. She always has a serious face, that’s her thing. Stone cold, hard working and dedicated. You dangled your feet on the physio bench as you pointed towards her picture on the wall. “You see that girl?” You started, as she shot a quick gaze towards where you were pointing. “I think she is hard working, dedicated, confident and very passionate.” You stated while staring at her picture in awe as a you smiled lovingly. “Now, what seems to be the issue for this hard working girl?” You repeated. “Strugglig with your right to left transitions?” You suggested. “What, no!” She stated, knowing that you knew that her transitions were always perfect.

“I just-listen Y/F/N. I’m not very good with talking to new people. But I was trying to remember where I have seen you before, because I’m confident that I have seen you but I can’t seem to-“ she said as her speech was picking up the pace. “Statoil talentleir” you smiled as you let out a small laugh. “I remember, who could ever forget those a girl with eyes like the sea during the biggest of storms?” You smiled, and she looked down again as she blushed. You could see that she was hiding a grin, and you smiled again looking back on the memory. “It was around 2012, you were 17. I was around 13. You had your stilly little hairband across your forehead and I pulled it. It smacked your forehead and you had a bright purple spot for the whole camp.” You stated as a let out a chuckle.

The thing was, that you were younger than her. She was 1995, and you were 1999. That didn’t stop you though, as you liked my women older. “Are you going to Lucy’s birthday dinner tonight?” You asked to break the silence as you realised that we were running out of time and you had no intention of missing out on a chance to party. “I’m not sure..” Caroline shyly stated, and you stood up. “Well.” You said as a reached your hand out. “I want you to come, Caz” you said as your new nickname for the tall framed girl slipped. She smiled softly “as you please, coach” she chuckled as her smile lit up the room. 

[skwigelfskwisgaar]

Cold.

Skwisgaar always hated the cold. But it wasn't like he wasn't used to it - he had grown up swaddled in the biting cold winds, reminders that his mother had forgotten to buy food, to purchase new coats, socks, boots for her growing boy. He was an afterthought, to be left outside like the rest of her worries.

It was why he hated the cold.

He said it was because he was always stuck outside and exposed to it - which wasn't a total lie - but in reality it was because it was a reminder that he was unwanted by the one person he ever wanted to be noticed by when he was young. He wasn't meant for love, he wasn't deserving of it. He was unworthy of it.

He loathed everything about the cold and the snow.

It's why he was probably the only one opposed to the idea of the concert in Danzig - the cold affected sound quality, and it was cold.

Right now, he was trapped in the icy wilds of who knew where and stuck with Toki, without a guitar, and no cell reception. In the cold. But to the more pressing matter at hand, he had to tell Toki about something that was absolutely necessary before he forgot.

"I coulds hear your feedback in mine monitors!"

Skwisgaar hated the snow, but maybe because they were stranded together and he felt some kinship with a fellow Scandinavian that instead of complaining about the fact that they were needing rescue, the blonde felt maybe he should try to dig into Toki's subpar playing at their concert. Especially given that Toki had grown up playing in the harsh Norwegian landscapes and should know to tune his guitar for colder temps -

"How dares you - !" Toki cuts him off, offended that Skwisgaar had told him his playing sucked. Maybe if he practiced or actually paid attention to Skwisgaar when they practiced, maybe he wouldn't have feedback during the concert. Sometimes, it felt like Toki wanted Skwisgaar to be disappointed. It didn't make sense that such a talented guitarist would make such careless mistakes otherwise.

Regardless, he tried to hear Toki's rebuttal about how he was 'killings it', but he was too worried about the cold.

There was a pit growing in his stomach with each step they both took and it was taking every fiber in his body to stop himself from cutting Toki off on his rant - it felt like he was that young little boy again running home excited to show his mom that he got a passing grade in his home ec and music class only to see --

A tree exploded next to them. Halted to a stop, Skwisgaar's thoughts froze, and he stood still, much like Toki before he decided to comment.

"That was weirds."

A large brutish man emerged from the tree line, letting loose a battle cry. Already on edge from the botched concert and a failed escape attempt, Skwisgaar joined Toki in screaming out in fright.

"Time to die!" Both turn in a frenzy and run, long hair wildly whipping behind them. Neither make it far enough and get shoved down as their chaser pulls out a weapon.

In a panic, Skwisgaar thought of how much he hated that after all this time, he was going to die in the snow. Surrounded by the cold. The very thing reminding him the he was unworthy of love. He looked over to see Toki, who was much more confused than panicked, maybe because he had a fighting chance at kicking this guy's ass than Skwisgaar. He took a moment to let his mind calm down from the frantic thoughts speeding through it before he spoke.

He thought of the way the snow crunched under the boots of the man as he took his time to pick between him and his friend. He thought of how he often wanted to play music forever with Toki, and so, quickly formulated that into words before anything else happened.

He thought of all the times he felt the happiest.

The image of Toki and his audition, and how he impressed the band and blew Skwisgaar's mind.

The first recording of them in the studio together as a band.

The privilege of having a fellow Scandinavian who understood basic Swedish and knowing enough Norsk to talk to Toki when he could.

The times when Toki told him how safe he felt, or the times he opened up about why guitars had saved him much like how Skwisgaar felt they had saved him too.

So he said the only thing he could.

The only thing he felt was appropriate.

"I's ... will sees you in Valhallska, Toki."

Toki looked over, a hesitation lasting half a second.

"I always ... hateds you, Skwisgaar." There was a half second in his response but Skwisgaar's heart was singing at the very idea that anyone admitted to feeling anything for him. Toki admitting that he felt this passionate anger, this brutal fury for Skwisgaar made the blonde's heart soar. Toki had this black fury, brutal anger, raw talent that he had trusted Skwisgaar with to pour into their music. To hear Toki aim at him when it was probably more of Toki trusting Skwisgaar with it was neither here nor there, but nonetheless it cemented what Skwisgaar had thought of their musical dynamic for a long time now.

To hear him say it out loud was euphoric.

He knew there were days that Toki wanted to rip Skwisgaar apart, or who knew what else with that wild primal look he had in his eyes after practice sessions - but for him to admit this on what might be their metaphorical deathbeds?

It was the highest form of flattery Skwisgaar had ever been granted and he had no way of of knowing how to respond. So he smiled.

He cracked a small, albeit genuine, smile.

And he answered honestly.

"...I knows Toki, I knows."

- - - - -

It was cold in his room, no matter how often he fiddled with the thermostat. Ever since he had the scare with Toki and his new guitar teacher, Skwisgaar's room became colder. He was sure Toki was playing tricks on him at this point, or the others were messing around with him when he wasn't looking. They all knew he hated the cold. It was probably more mind tricks.

Right now he had a hard time even playing classic Dethklok songs because his hands were so cold. He muttered a few curses under his breath and started again from the top, gluing his eyes back on to the metronome and internalizing the beat.

Closing his eyes, Skwisgaar tried to playing the Duncan Hills jingle again from memory, trying to forget the recital and the events that led up to it. Toki's tutor had died last week, which should have meant Toki and the other guys would find a way to stop fucking around with Skwisgaar - they moved on to the next thing which was Murderface and a line of Planet Piss watches he was planning on launching. Yet Skwisgaar hadn't been able to find a way to regulate the room to a stable temperature he could tolerate.

He was in the middle of playing the stupid coffee jingle when he heard a knock on the door. Skwisgaar mumbled something about coming in before rolling his eyes at the hulking mass that was Nathan - probably there to tease him about Toki still. He made his peace that he wasn't the best tutor for Toki, as much as that hurt to admit, but they weren't going to stop him from being better.

"Hey, I heard Toki was - holy shit Skwisgaar - !"

In a flash Nathan had torn Skwisgaar's hands away from his Explorer, with Pickles and Murderface in tow as they now poked and prodded at his bloodied hands with very poorly veiled concerns.

It took over an hour of some careful wording and promises to Charles to get everyone to leave him alone after all was said and done. Even Toki had stopped by to see what happened, to which he put his foot down and shooed everyone out with promises of care and rest if they left him alone

Everyone except Nathan.

"Nat'an, you amnst needs to dotes on mes like Fatty Ding Dongs."

Nathan had taken a seat on the bed next to him, looking at him like he did when Toki or Murderface screwed up their parts.

With pity.

"Uh. Just. Take it easy, need you in peak shape."

"Can'ts stays in peak shapes if I can'ts praktises." Skwisgaar pulled his signature white fur cover on himself, his room unbearably cold still. He forgot to mention to Charles about the fact that his room needed servicing.

"Well. Maybe. Hrm. Maybe ease up. On the whole... uh. On the whole practicing thing."

"Nat'an, I has to be betters than Tokis - !"

"Skwisgaar. We were messing with you. We - I didn't think - this was a joke."

Skwisgaar looked down at his hands. He knew guitarists who had done bloody messes of themselves trying to meet deadlines. Hell, Skwisgaar had done that to himself several times trying to complete songs with Toki and Murderface, all 3 of them sporting some gnarly blisters; bloody bandaids the days after recordings were finished worn as badges of honor. Why was this a concern all of a sudden?

"I's had bloody blisters before meeting deadlines. Williams, Toki, mes toos. Amns dis about somet'ings else, Nat'ans?" Skwisgaar could see Nathan struggling to spin this in a way where nobody broke that stupid rule but it wasn't like they had particularly tried to hide it this time. Maybe it was habit at this point - Pickles talking about the insurance policies Charles took out on each of his fingers and Murderface talking about how devastated Toki would be and how he would be burdened with the younger man. As if either one of them actually played their instrument outside of concerts or the recording room.

"Look, I'm only saying this because no one else is here to hear this but Skwisgaar, this is ... uh. Concerning."

"Ands?"

"And? Is Toki getting better than you really that big a deal to you?"

"Woulds it be that bigs a deal to admit that I has not'ing else?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I only has de guitar. If I amnst de best at de guitar, what do I has to mine name?"

"You have Dethklok. You have us."

Nathan got up, giving Skwisgaar a squeeze on the shoulder, before leaving the room. His room, oddly enough, was no longer cold after that night. At least now he knew he had his band. He had his friends.

- - - - -

The Dethcopter was cold. Maybe it was because Toki and Pickles beat the living shit out of Murderface and he insisted they stay an extra hour to get some ice for his aching bruises, or maybe because he had just broken up with Tori, the first time he felt like he was at home outside of Mordhaus. Regardless of which, Skwisgaar was over it. The cold was exactly as it was from his memories - sharp, biting, numbing.

Sitting across from him, Murderface gave him an accusatory look - something Murderface had mastered over the years as their profit chasing bassist. Despite both seats facing the same direction, they both managed to face each other while they made small talk.

"Looks like Pickle and Tokis really puts de boots to you."

"I wish those fuckers put the boots to me..."

Skwisgaar, out of pity, or out of duty to the band, took his freezing hands and placed them on Murderface's knuckles, red and bruised from covering himself from Toki's and Pickles' beating. Couldn't have a bassist with useless hands. Murderface flinched at first, then took Skwisgaar's cold fingers and placed them on his other knuckles, alternating them every few seconds.

"Amns wantings to knows whats you dids to get beaten by Pickle and Toki." Murderface grumbled, or mumbled, Skwisgaar could never tell with that terrible lisp of his, before he responded.

"You know, that chick you were with looked an awful lot like schomeone we know, Skwischgaar."

Skwisgaar arched an eyebrow. He thought about all the women they knew, which wasn't many to begin with, and tried very hard to think of who his ex-girlfriend could even remotely look like.

"I's... not sure who she amns looking like." Murderface made a smug face, as a Klokateer came by to give him an ice pack for his leg.

"Whats?" Murderface took the ice pack from his knee and placed it on his hands when Skwisgaar retreated his hands, trying to question Murderface now.

"Brown hair, blue eyes. Blue sweater, really Skwischgaar?"

"She amns sweet and kinds, and likes animals. She hads a small collection of sea creature plushies. Wants to be a doctor." He smiled a little, remembering the fun dates he had with Tori, and the fun outing to the aquarium in Stockholm. He didn't even know about Skansen-Akvariet and now it became a new favorite spot in his home country to visit.

"Holy schit, plushies?" Murderface clamped a less bruised hand over his mouth, looking more like he was trying to contain his laughter instead of trying to have a conversation. Skwisgaar scowled at him.

"Ja, Williams. She amns havings a sweet side. Classy lady nameds Tori Skarsgard. She hads me whats call binge watch Moomintroll wit her, even if I alreadies seen it with Toki when he amns join - !"

"Why the fuck am I the only one here to hear this?!"

"You amns just jealous dat I founds a wonderful lady even ifs I's not famous." Skwisgaar crossed his arms in indignance, a bit upset that Murderface was finding humor in any of this. Maybe Skwisgaar was sore about letting Tori go. Maybe he was upset about the cold. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

"Skwischgaar." Murderface stopped smiling and more or less kept a serious face. At this point Skwisgaar saw that maybe Murderface was seeing something he wasn't - maybe that Tori resembled someone he already knew.

" ... whatevers. It amns over wit her." Murderface sighed, a placed a hand on Skwisgaar's shoulder. Was that pity he picked up on in the bassist's voice?

"What, Williams? Are you goings to tells me to stops de moping over Tori? Tori amns amazings but evens Tori amnst a worthy of a gods?"

"What the fuck - no, I wasch going to say that she was Toki with tits, you fucking egotistical prick!"

Skwisgaar's brain short circuited at the words that came spilling out of Murderface's mouth. He blinked, and he registered that Murderface had begun to to snap his fingers in front of his face and had said - asked actually, about something. But nothing was registering.

Brunette with a large plushie collection. The blue sweater he gifted her for their aquarium date. A shared love for animals. The fact that both of them made him sit down and watch Moomintroll nonstop --

Snap!

Skwisgaar shot his hands up and slapped it over Murderface's mouth, as he scanned the Dethcopter for prying ears. Once he saw not even Klokateers were nearby, he leaned in to whisper. Murderface, who was caught mid finger snap, stopped as if frozen in ice. He locked eyes with Skwisgaar once the hands came off his mouth.

"So, what gives Skwischgaar?! Your first ever girlfriend and it's literally a female Toki - !"

"I misseds Mordhaus."

"Excuses." He and Murderface glare at each other before Murderface sighs and lets out a laugh.

"What amns funny, Williams?!" Skwisgaar crosses his arms again, furious that he didn't have his Explorer on hand and sits facing the right direction, forward to avoid looking at Murderface and his ridicule.

"You literally just realized that?!"

"Whatevers, you dildo. At least I amnst denyings dat I misses mine band."

"Nah, you missed him." Skiwsgaar spun around so fast Murderface almost got a mouth full of blonde hair.

"Never mention dis agains. Got its?"

"...I got it. If it makes you feel better - well, you didn't hear it from me personally- but I- we saw more blonde groupies too. Not even to like fuck them or anything, but just like, to have them around. The other guys, I mean. I- we all missed you." Murderface looked away, trying to put on a cool bravado and not look like he was outing himself but instead more like he was ratting out the rest of the band for blatantly caring as much as they did. With both now facing forward, Skwisgaar could swallow the humiliation of being told by Murderface of all people that Tori had been 'Toki with tits'.

Skwisgaar nodded, then replied, "What a weird ways to says the bands misses me."

"Whatever." Murderface leaned away again, before he spoke again.

"What a weird way to admit you dated a Toki with tits."

"Dat amnst true, Moidaface - !"

When Pickles and Nathan came back on the Dethcopter they found Skwisgaar and Murderface rolling around like idiots, fighting about who knew what - probably about who slept with more groupies. Again.

- - - - -

Skwisgaar felt a bone-deep cold that he couldn't shake off. It was Sweden 1984 all over again. In the distance, he could see the dying fires of riots from fans still upset about Dethklok breaking up. Rumbling in the sky signaled that the weatherman was correct as always, and rain should be coming in later. Despite this, Skwisgaar doesn't care.

His band is no more.

He takes a swig of the ipen bottle of vodka he has with him and looks from his high balcony as he leans forward on his arms. Everyone is trying to put out fires, it feels like.

With Murderface still dealing with the fallout in the political sphere after his nudes leaked, and Pickles and Nathan still fighting over a woman that Skwisgaar was positive wanted nothing to do with either of them, it left little for Skwisgaar to do except drink and think. He wandered Mordhaus like a ghost, except he was riddled with dread and stress. Maybe less a ghost, and more a haunted soul left to carry the burdens of mistakes made. To drink and think on decisions made.

And he's had plenty of time to drink and think since Pickles announced he was quitting the band.

To think about how awful he's been to Toki. To drink to the good times he took for granted. To blame himself on how he turned Toki's admiration, that righteous brutality he wanted to draw out and funnel into his playing - how he twisted it into an acidic poison that's corrupted into a desperate plea for validation. While Toki could have attempted to pour that angry energy into his guitar playing, Skwisgaar definitely didn't encourage Toki in positive ways.

He twisted Toki into the monstrosity that backstabbed him all for a stupid solo - which Toki bombed and was also still trying to make up for with those fans too.

" Oh hey, Skwisgahr! Mind if I join ya?"

Seeing that this was the balcony overlooking what was the Mordhaus equivalent of a backyard, Skwisgaar looked at Pickles and nodded. It's not like he and Pickles didn't hang out often, but nowadays, it felt like Skwisgaar had been left out to dry just like everyone else, while Pickles and Nathan feuded over Abigail.

"I see you're hitting the liquor early tonight."

"Heughs, I ackshualies am starting lates tonights."

"...is that so?"

"Yeahs. But amns enoughs about mes. Wants some?"

"Sure!" Pickles took the vodka from Skwisgaar and really took in the sight of the man. He felt those emerald green eyes look over him as he approached. Blonde locks looked dull, skin had a grey pallor, and unless his eyes betrayed him, the guitarist looked sleep deprived. Or at least Skwisgaar would assume Pickles could tell that from a glance - Pickles was always so good at seeing and telling right away what was wrong with someone.

"You okey, dood?"

"I wills be. Not my foirst times having a band break ups."

"Right. Look, I was actually lookin for ya, I wanted to say sorry fer -!"

"For whats? Tellings Nat'an dat he amnst right for breakings de master records?"

"No - !"

"For goings back to your moms after you tolds me you amnst let hers do whats she dids last time we dids mom talk?"

"Dood, unrelated and no!" Pickles downs almost the entire bottle of vodka like a true champ before Skwisgaar takes it back and drinks the remainder. He doesn't look at him when he produces the other bottle he had brought out with him, and he just knows Pickles is going to judge him for it - which is rich coming from the guy who was in rehab for drinking.

"I came to say sorry for being a shit friend. I was so bent outta shape about my shit wit' Nathan thet I forgot to check in with ya, especially after the whole thin' with Toki."

Skwisgaar spins around and smacks Pickles with his hair. Pickles sputters, trying to wipe his face.

"What amns you knows about me and Tokis?" he asks, popping the cork on the new bottle, before leaning to look at the dying riots in the distance, "Amns as much mine faults anyways, amns a punishments for mine hubris." He takes the bottle to his lips and takes a sip, and not wanting to not wake up hungover for Cornickelson's funeral offers the bottle to Pickles.

Pickles stands there gobsmacked before he takes the bottle away from Skwisgaar again. Skwisgaar rolls his eyes.

"Looks, Pickle. I cames here to be miserables before de funeral. I amnst in de mood - !"

"I'm not gonna stand here and see you kill your liver over fuckin' Toki!"

"It amnst over just hims! It amns de band, mine friends, mine music careers! I pours mine entire hearts and souls into dis!" Pickles takes a step back as Skwisgaar, drunk on both vodka and misery, looms over him as each syllable spills out of him.

"Seems likes I amns de only ones who amns not wanting Dethklok to breaks up, because it amns de foirst time I likes people - de fans and de label and mine friends - !"

Pickles tries to tackle Skwisgaar but becomes a hug when the guitarist wraps his arms around him; Skwisgaar pets his head and while the humiliation of the failed tackle stabs at his pride for a split second, there remains a longer burning shame for neglecting a friend who has been suffering in the shadows of the much more prominent fighting between himself and Nathan. He feel Skwisgaar's arms shudder, no doubt because the man was always somehow cold.

"... fuck, Skwisgahr - I'm so fuckin' sorry."

"I don'ts want de pity. I wants mine band backs."

"It's not pity, you fuckin' douchebag."

"What amns dis huh, Pickle?"

"Fuckin' ... shut up and just let me keep yer beanpole ass warm for a sec."

"You amns such a moms."

"So... do you accept my apology?"

"Ja, apolejacks accepteds."

"Geez, we have got to get you an' Toki to some classes - wait, I got an idea."

Tearing himself off of Skwisgaar, Pickles produces his phone out of his pocket and taps away, while clouds overhead blot out the stars. Skwisgaar decides his legs need too much coordination to keep him upright and slumps down next to the railing.

"You invites goirls?"

"No, I invited Toki."

Pickles had never seen someone try to sober up as quickly as Skwisgaar did. The man knew he was an emotional drunk, as evidenced by the hug earlier, and the half-confession, half-admission of him caring about the break up. And for some reason unknown to the band, Skwisgaar always refused to get drunk around Toki alone, or would get drunk with everyone. Pickles squinted at Skwisgaar as a suspicion began setting in; the guitarist is busy trying to make himself puke over the balcony, before looking back to the entryway to their home.

"Skwisgahr."

"Nej, dis amns terribles time, I's drunk as shits - !"

"Skwisgahr."

"Calls Williams, or get some groupies - !"

"Skwisgahr."

"Waits, maybes I gets sloppies and just pass out - !"

"Dood, why are you so against having Toki here?"

Skwisgaar freezes like a deer in headlights, before slumping back down against the balcony and pulling his legs up and laying his head against his knees. Realizing he wasn't going to get an answer, Pickles joins him, pulling out a joint and asking again.

"Skwisgahr, I'm askin' as a friend 'ere."

"You guys knows I amnst likings to be drunk with Toki around. Amns bad influence."

"... never stopped you from drinking and partying with 'im on ... tours..." Skwisgaar looks up to Pickles as if confused for the drifting off at the end.

Pickles looks back at him, confusion in his face.

"Now that I say it, it's like - it's with the rest of the band. Is there something else I'm not seein' here, beanpole?"

"Nothings you dildo! I don't wants him to sees de poirson whats invites him to de band to acts like... wells like drunk idiot!" Skwisgaar and Pickles both look to the entryway for a short second because they saw movement; when they see a few Klokateers come and go and one come out with ice, some drinks and glasses, Pickles continues. He thought Toki said he was close by, and he could swear on his drum set that he saw those pale blue eyes for a split second.

"What's wrong with thet?"

"Toki ands I went drinking alones once. We don't drives anymore. It were a careless act." Pickles gives him a face of realization, recalling the incident. They thought it was really awesome to see them on the news, drunk driving on live TV on a police chase. Toki shooting a gun at the news helicopter and then the crash into the barricade was the highlight. The band was excited to pick them up, even if it meant that Skwisgaar and Toki had lost their licenses to drive.

"I remember! Thet was fuckin' great."

"I crash de car. We hads de buckles on, which amns goods but..."

"Oh yeah, so... you really care thet much?"

"Toki ... he amns like music... soul twin. He amns differents. I's be a dildo to not says dat. I has been dildo to hims. Amns why I amnst mads about de book, I's mad it took a book to sees it. I deserves it for not appreskiatings Toki's skill. "

"... this is the first time I've ever heard ya talk about the kid in a nice way. But I've seen ya, Skwisgahr! You care, like, a lot."

" You amnst foirst to tells me dat." Pickles lit a joint up and passed it to Skwisgaar, who took a good puff out of it.

"Pickle? Ams Toki, I's here!"

Skwisgaar promptly started choking on the puff he took. Pickles let out a hearty chuckle. Toki waved, looking at Pickles before his eyes landed on Skwisgaar. The kid seemed nervous. Apprehensive about approaching them, and for a second it felt like he was watching a rabbit approach a wolf in its den. Maybe his eyes hadn't played tricks on him earlier.

"Amns you been arounds a long time?!"

"Nei? I's uhm, I's justs gots here." After composing himself from what looked like a potential heart attack, Skwisgaar passed the joint back to Pickles, who made a huge wave of his arm to make Toki sit down. He took a small puff then passed it to Toki once he finally sat across from them.

"So, Toki. Heard ya leaked the nudes that killed Murderface's political cahreer."

Skwisgaar leaned in, and so did the others. "If you dids, Toki, I says you dids de woirld a favors. No ones in politics amns taking bads nudes like dat."

Pickes let out a loud howl of laughter as Toki giggled.

"...amns you been drinking, Skwisgaar?"

"Ja, amns been rough wit ... Nat'an and de new music he amns doings. It's dildos." Pickles gave him a disapproving look, but Skwisgaar would rather go back to Sweden than talk about why he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Nat'en ams needs to apologise to Pickle. It ams wrong what he did." Pickles raised the vodka bottle he had managed to get without much moving and then drank. Toki took it next after passing the joint to Skwisgaar, who snatched it from him.

"Nej, amns bads for yous."

"Pickle!?" Pickles smacked him on the arm.

"Fines."

"Play nice, both of ya."

"Skwisgaar started it."

"Toki, we all need apologize. I came to say sorry to Beanpole here." Skwisgaar felt himself shrivel up, as Toki looked at Pickles with curiosity.

"Whats about?"

"Eh, another time, kid. But I think, before we get crazy here - ya both need to clear up some shit. I'm gonna get Murderface, he just texted thet he got lost."

Toki asked why not text him again, like he did with him as Skwisgaar flopped on either trying to pull Pickles back down or freezing up.

As Pickles vanished, Skwisgaar felt too drunk and too aware and in his skin all at once. His eyes locked with Toki, and he immediately slumped back on the balcony railing, opting to grab the abandoned bottle.

"... yous not just drinking because of Nat'ens, ams you."

"Amazings brain usings, Toki. De skies amns blue too, you knows dat?"

"Okei fucker, whys Pickle says dat and leaves me wit your sour pusses?"

Skwisgaar didn't respond. He took the bottle to his lips, dipped his head back and drank. And drank. And drank. And drank --

"Stops! You amns gonna kills your liver!"

'I's not drunk or highs enoughs for dis."

"For whats?!"

He looks at Toki, who looks lost and afraid. He's not seen Skwisgaar hit a low like this, not even when he lost the endorsements after the book published, or his career was pulverized into pieces. Last time he saw Skwisgaar this drunk was the night they got arrested for drunk driving. He thought about how things were different then, how simpler their dynamic was, how easier it was to trust his band, to trust Toki.

How he took it all for granted.

"I's sorries, Tokis. You amnst deserves dis."

"What ams you talking abouts?!" Toki pulled himself closer; Skwisgaar's eyes drifted away from those pale blue hues and to Toki's hands. Those hands that he had been trusted to write for. To care for. To cherish and to play music with.

He sighed.

"You needs to talk to mes when I amnst fuckeds up. Meets me at de bar after de funerals?"

Toki, looking at him with concern and apprehension and some suspicion, nodded in agreement. Pickles came back and told them it would be a few more minutes, and Toki volunteered to go with him.

Skwisgaar cracked a small smile. Toki did too. Pickles looked at Skwisgaar, and he gave him a sloppy thumbs up. Pickles gave him one back.

- - - - -

The first thing he felt was cold. It was a common thing to feel when he didn't remember the events leading him there. Stiff and sore, he took an attempt to slip back under because being sober was awful.

Was that puke on his face?

"...eurgh.....hrmph..."

He pulled himself out of the tangle of hair, limbs and liquor spilled on and around him before he grabbed a bottle. Surprisingly, it still had alcohol in it, so he took it and a semi-clean robe and wandered out of the room. Alcohol was better for avoiding sobriety this early, for now.

It felt like it was a lifetime ago that he spent his night under that cloudy night getting drunk and high with Murderface and Pickles and Toki. With the promise of meeting Toki under better circumstances after the funeral to talk.

That night he sat at the bar by himself until he couldn't sit straight anymore.

And since then, he refused to stay sober.

It was easier that way.

And when alcohol wasn't doing it, he began to raid Pickles' stash. When Pickles cornered him, he lashed out and finally went out and found himself back on the streets of 1999, chasing a high that he promised to leave behind.

Pickles finally came to him in hysterics when he threw out his Explorer, a book he wrote some music ideas on, and a few CD cases he had stashed Toki's old guitar riffs on. Pickles only knew Skwisgaar was doing it because a CD hit one of the groupie sluts he was talking to in the backyard.

Skiwsgaar was so high on meth that Pickles had to get Murderface and Nathan to help him bring the blonde inside. It didn't take long to see that the guitarist was not drunk but high and less time for Pickles to see what it was when he saw track marks.

"I's not gonnas get lectures from you Pickle. You wents to rehabs for dis." Stunned at the remark, Murderface and Nathan watched as they both had a shouting match until both stormed off. At least Skwisgaar stopped taking meth.

That was last month.

Or last week.

Or was it last year?

He lost track of time.

It didn't matter anymore. Not without Toki.

Skwisgaar picked up a pastry in the kitchen and listened as they talked about using a new recording as part of the concert coming up. Skwisgaar nearly gagged.

"Amnst de sames."

"It'll have to do. We have recordings - !"

"Nei, Nat'an. I won'ts do its."

"Skwischgaar - !"

He threw his glass of juice at the first wall he saw.

"Fines! Dos whatever, fucking dildos."

He shoved the pastry into his mouth before they said anything and walked off. Stumbling, like a toddler just learning to walk. He makes it to the entry of the kitchen as he hears Pickles finally pipe up.

"What the fuck is Skwisgahr's problem now?"

"He, uh. He doesn't want recordings."

"... did I ever tell you guysch about the girlfriend he had in Sweden?"

Immediately, Skwisgaar turns on his heel and comes back into the kitchen and makes a dive at Murderface, until Nathan tackles him and tosses him against a counter. Pickles makes a dash to get out of the way as Murderface slowly lowers the arms he instinctively raised in his defense.

"Yous amns fuckings dildo lickers! You fuckings-- you amnst GETS ITS!"

And while his silent cries and tears didn't make sense that day, a week later when he quietly held Toki in the Dethcopter and whispered all the things he didn't get to tell him at the bar the day of the funeral, they understood.

- - - - -

Cold.

Something about the Arctic cold that made bones creak. It made joints crack like glass. Fingers ache. Skwisgaar hated it. Maybe it was his age. Maybe it was the cold, still.

How long had it been since they had first stepped onto Danzig? How much had changed since then?

His head throbbed, the ground wobbled -

A warm arm wrapped around his middle before his knees gave out.

"Shit - Toki, come help with yer brother!"

If Skwisgaar wasn't on the verge of puking his guts out he'd chew out Pickles for calling on Toki to help him. With Murderface on his right side Toki came up on the other, clutching Deaddy Bear as Pickles ran his hand over Skwisgaar's head. Wait, when did Skwisgaar get shorter?

"Of course Skwischgaar is a mess, he's light as fuck! Feels like a lady!"

"Yous a lady, Williams!"

"Dood, how many fingers am I holdin'?"

"Amnst blind, Pickle - !"

"No, but uh. You have a concussion. Got those in high school. Erm. A lot. I know one when I see one."

As Pickles and Nathan both talked about how Skwisgaar was going to recover, and Murderface grumbled about how no one cared about how he felt after having been possessed - all Skwisgaar wanted to do was make sure he at least made it back to Mordhaus -

"Skwisgaar?"

Toki pressed Deaddy Bear to Skwisgaar's arms, and then held Skwisgaar in a tight hug. The cold he felt began to seep out of him as Toki slowly looked up and finally locked eyes with him. He had taken a seat next to him, under Skwisgaar's arm still.

"I know it was you who carried me," he said in Swedish, "Let Toki carry you now."

"... this is a hug, Toki." Toki just hugged him tighter.

"What have I said about not speakin' English? No Snow-Speak!"

"Picklesch, its called Swedish." Toki gave Murderface a look, as Skwisgaar finally manages to hold down the Doritos they gave them in their cells the night before. He says what he assumed Toki was also thinking.

"...what de fucks amns Snows ... Speaks?"

"A schtupid term he picked up from reading ..."

Skwisgaar saw Pickles panic for a split second as Murderface stopped. Toki loosens his arms, but doesn't let go of Skwisgaar, to lean closer to Murderface, who also looks like he's panicking.

"Readings what?"

"Wowies, Mordaface, how ams you knows wes speaking Svenska?"

"I made an educated guessch."

"Yeah! Ya only speak in Swedish when - !"

"Readings what, Pickle?!"

"Uh... fans! Social media stuff! The fans think you an' Tokes have some secret language! They call it thet." Based on Nathan's own face, Skwisgaar felt like maybe Pickles was lying through his teeth. He was not going to pry further now, however - his stomach was threatening to empty itself again. Skwisgaar pried his right arm away from Murderface to clamp his mouth and then rub his stomach as he took a deep breath.

"Shit, uh. We gotta get you, mhrm, Murderface, and Charles looked at. Like, now." Pickles made a quick turn and immediately pointed at something Skwisgaar couldn't see from his angle. Sitting on the snow aside, the view out here wasn't bad. Nathan patted Pickles on the shoulder before walking in the direction he pointed. Maybe it was Charles? Pickles began walking away and talking with Nathan, before he stopped and made a motion to Murderface.

"Murderface, come help Nathan grab Charles! Looks like there's someone helpin' already."

Murderface grumbled something about suffering from success, which made absolutely no sense to Skwisgaar, but he was using the time of quiet to gather his thoughts. Toki finally, slowly pulled himself away from him and smiled sweetly.

"...Skwisgaar, I know you and I have had our problems, and I haven't made a great friend. But I mean it. Let Toki carry the weight for now. If that includes you when things get tough, then I will." Skwisgaar grabs Toki's fretting hand and rubs his thumb over the callouses there. Even now Toki is clingy, needy, affectionate, caring. And it's not just with Skwisgaar, even if it is who he does it the most with - he went to Pickles or Nathan if he needed help with anything or to Murderface for fun and laughter.

With Skwisgaar he often just sat and listened to what the Swede said, chords and strings and arpeggios the backdrop for the lessons and practice sessions in Deus Keep.

He wondered what happened in the time they forgot.

He wondered what made this Toki so clingy.

He wondered if he did something to him.

He wondered why Toki and not --

"You are thinking too loud."

"Sorry, my head is a mess."

"Speak your mind, Skwisgaar."

He lets go of Toki's hand, and holds himself in the biting cold as he formulates his thoughts. Danzig is where they both 'confessed' to their intentions going forward in their music, and Skwisgaar wanted to keep that same spirit. Here was Toki wanting to mend things - either because he felt guilty about the book or because he felt he wasn't pulling enough weight in the dynamic, but here he was ready to help Skwisgaar.

Ready to not just be an equal, but his friend.

"Toki... if you have been a bad friend, then I've been outright shit to you. You trusted me with your talent, and I squandered that. I never gave you reason enough to be excited or passionate for the music if I never let you shine. It's just as much my fault - !"

Toki launches himself on Skwisgaar, a crushing hug and then shaking shoulders. Skwisgaar panics as he realizes Toki's crying, and he slowly and awkwardly begins to rub the younger man's back as he pulls himself tighter on the blonde.

"I promise to put my ego aside from now on. Okay?"

Toki nods his head, and Skwisgaar suddenly realizes something.

"Tokis... amns you using mine shoirts to wipes your face?!"

Toki shakes his head no, but then pulls himself away and gives Skwisgaar an angry look.

"You says nice things and you worry about yous stupid shirt?!"

"It amnst a hankys chef to wipes snot off ... your - !" Almost immediately, Skwisgaar feels it and loses to his stomach, as it empties itself and he only feels Toki rub his back as he goes for a second round, and finally, his stomach gives up fighting him. Thankfully all he did was turn his face to the side and Toki managed to get his face out of the way before he whispered reassurances that it would get better once he had something to eat and some proper food and sleep.

"...the fucker exploded into red mist! Farm equipment is brutal!"

"That uh. That explains why we didn't see a corpse."

"Skwisgahr ain't doing so great too, Charles, we're gonna get ya'll checked out."

"Thanks, boys."

Skwisgaar wipes part of his mouth as Toki keeps a hand on him and the other cradling Deaddy Bear. It sounds like they did find Charles. Good.

His ears ring for half a second, before he sees Charles carried by Nathan and Murderface. Behind them is what looks like a nurse and a paramedic, and a Klokateer with a duffel bag slung on over a shoulder - if he recalled correctly, many of the non-combat Gears had been left in chapters scattered throughout cities to help in the days of the prophecy but to still see them around was --

"Wowies, a Klokateers?!"

"Lord Wartooth, Lord Skwigelf, an honor. I have some emergency first aid kits and these two medical professionals volunteered to assist with what they could. Mr. Offdensen has been stabilized and can be treated for minor injuries while we look at Lord Murderface and Lord Skwigelf."

Pickles approached Toki with a diabetes monitor and insulin kit, while the paramedic looked at Skwisgaar, and the nurse looked over Murderface. Murderface was cleared physically of anomalies, and Toki was given a sticker and insulin to make sure his levels were stable. With that, Pickles and Nathan helped clean up Charles with the nurse ans Toki and Murderface kept Skwisgaar company.

With both sitting next to him, he only has to whisper as the paramedic does some final checks and gives him some medications.

"Sos, Williams, Toki. When amns you thinkings dat Nat'en and Pickle finallies realizes de truth?"

"Truth about what, Skwischgaar?"

"... you amnst sees it!?"

Toki sticks out his tongue as he squints hard at the pair, busy trying to make sure they help. They're both helping Charles with his mangled hand, cleaning and bandaging what they can.

"...thats they sucks at doctors?"

"You amns dildos at dis. Nat'en and Pickles? De worry abohts eqch other? De way de boths amns so carings wit each other?" Murderface and Toki both let out a sound of realization, before excitement and shock creeps over both of them.

"Wait, you think they are together?!"

"That ams make it reals mom and dad?!"

"Looks, we amns smart and can sees it. We amnst idiots. We can sees what amns plains as light of days!"

At this point, Murderface looks at Skwisgaar and then Toki. Henarrows his eyes at the guitarists, as if he's expecting either of them to say something - Skwisgaar looks at him and gives him a questioning look instead.

"What, Williams?"

He just needed to find the people that wanted him first.

"You know what, Skwischgaar? You aschtound me. You really do." Skwisgaar smiled, as he realized that he hadn't felt cold for a while now. Here he was out in Danzig, in near Arctic temperatures, and he felt warm as if he was standing outside on a sunny day. Maybe he was wanted, after all.

Like Nathan, who reminded him he had more than just his guitar - he was Skwisgaar and he had his friends too.

Like Murderface, who reminded him his band wasn't just another gig, it was his friends who liked him for him.

Like Pickles, who reminded him that he didn't need to struggle alone, and apologies made people grow.

And like Toki, who showed Skwisgaar that he was someone worth trusting.

Who, despite all their up and downs, still wanted to be his friend. Who still wanted to play music with him.

Toki, who wanted to shine just as much as he wanted Skwisgaar to shine too.

Toki. His friend. His brother. His equal.

[senseofnewness]

What are some movies that you would recommend? Shows too

ok I will try to limit myself to 5 recommendations each because i can talk about this for hours, and i will try to name things that are a bit less mainstream rn as we speak

movies:

in the mood for love (2000) which is my favourite movie, most romantic movie ever but also zero physical contact, just longing

weekend (2011), a favourite here too, heart eyes on tom cullen, from the director of all of us strangers (which i also recommend)

tom at the farm (2013), if you like manipulative toxic men, and tbh any xavier dolan movie

mustang (2015), virgin suicide but better tbh

the talented mr ripley (1999), saltburn if it was good, jude law looks godly

shows :

ofc, buffy the vampire slayer, i grew up with the show

crazy ex girlfriend, if you like musicals and genius scriptwriting

skam, originalversjonen på norsk or nothing

normal people, i know it's hyper popular but it's hard to not add it, it shaped me as a human

my mad fat diary, i will cry

[memeteenz-main]

about me -> an intro to the meme that is phoebe

my svt blog -> @memeteenz

• i'm phoebe (as in buffay)

• born in the year 2000 but i don’t think this is my first run in life

• she/her but any pronouns are ok, i don’t take it as misgendering me (if anything your confusion will flatter me)

• i’m east asian in ethnicity

• english is my first language!

• i like anime, comics and webtoons, and any kind of novel in general

• i can’t play pvp games to save my life

• i like all the colors 🌈

• drawing fan/art that i don’t post online because it’s not good enough for public scrutiny yet

• i draw a lot of OCs and insert them in existing film and animation media (shamelessly)

• besides english i speak basic japanese and i can sing word for word several spanish and norsk songs (bc they’re bangers even if i barely know what they mean)

• i love emojis 🤩

• favorite food: 🍊🍌🍉🍇🍓🍑🥭🥝🍅🥐🥖🍜🥡🍣🥟🥮🍰

• favorite emojis: 👽👾🧚🏼‍♀️🦊🐻‍❄️🐮🦉🐝🦋🐞��🐙🦑🪼🦦🍄🌸🌼🪐���☂️🌊🎨🎧🏞️🌠🌌💎🧿🔭🧸🎀📚♻️🌀

• i also have flags that i find pretty but i’m stopping here lol

• i am aware that i may be on the spectrum but it isn’t clinically diagnosed so i don’t think too deeply about it

• i love olivia rodrigo’s songs 💜 i listen to her a lot and also lexi jayde, sundial, nessa barrett, umi 🎧 i like mellow rap and math rock too!

• i used to be wary of kpop before but when i found out about seventeen i slipped into it so smoothly they’re just super talented and can’t-breathe-funny 😆😮‍💨😂🤣😭 they’re the only kpop group i like tbh

• anyway back to me

• SCRABBLE IS MY FAVORITE BOARD GAME

• i like knowing about earthly creatures (so i can also know which ones i need to just leave the fuck alone bc knowing me i would have a hard time hesitating on getting my face all up on it to observe, especially tiny insects)

• i don’t really have any commonly-known fears besides running out of food and water that’s my biggest fear i think like i delve deep into learning about water management and wastewater treatment and growing my own food and whatnot in case something bad happens

• yes so moving on

• i have the deepest, most compulsive urges to be funny for myself i swear i crack the funniest jokes whenever i talk to myself

• my friends tell me i’m the most hyper introvert ever and that i talk a lot (i love them)

• i think that’s it I TALK TOO MUCH

bye

[usadragonclub]

MY PERFORMANCE AT THE SEMIFINALS OF NORSKE TALENTER 2024

[arisesever]

Norsk Hydro Empowers Talent with AI Capabilities on Journey to Become a Skills-Based Organization

http://dlvr.it/TCm0D0

[norwegianrailwaystories]

We have so many talented fans! And we are so grateful for all the fanart and things you guys make and show us!

Take a look in this gallery to see what our fans has made!

We love you all!

[kriegsgeist]

Found a video boasting about being the world's first Norwegian dub of Yu-Gi-Oh. I believe it speaks for itself and I think these talented Norwegians will impress even non-norsk speakers (Joking. It was obviously done by 3 drunk friends on a laptop mic). My listening comprehension of Norwegian still isn't very good at all, so I didn't understand most of the dialogue beyond "Ja" and "Nei".

[hanna-water]

Ylvis-brødrene: − Det vi gjør sammen, er på grunn av ungene

Ylvisbrødrene konkurrerer alltid for å vinne. Begge ser frem til å bli bestefedre, men hvem av de to gleder seg til å miste håret?

Publisert: 19.11.2023

– Søskenrivalisering? Nei, det kjenner jeg meg ikke igjen i, sier Bård Ylvisåker (41) og legger tørt til: – Nå høres jeg helt kristen ut.

– Det er vel ganske normalt i en søskenflokk?

– Jeg husker at jeg slengte Bård i bakken en gang da jeg skulle prøve meg på karate eller noe sånt, bidrar storebror Vegard Ylvisåker (44).

– Men jeg tror ikke det var noe aggresjon involvert? spør lillebror.

– Nei, men mamma sa at det var en periode da vi bodde i Angola at vi var ganske i tottene på hverandre, men det jeg husker ikke, fortsetter Vegard. – Hvem har mest draget?

– Eh, hvordan måler man drag? parerer Bård.

– Hvis Bård ikke er med, får jeg masse oppmerksomhet, men hvis Bård er med ...

Storebroren lar kommentaren henge i luften.

Vil alltid vinne

VG besøker de to Ylvis-brødrene på Rådhusteateret i Ski utenfor Oslo. De er i siste fase av innspillingen av sin nye serie «Ylvis mot Ylvis» for TV 2 som fokuserer på nettopp konkurranse mellom de to, bror mot bror.

– Jeg vil jo alltid vinne uansett hvem jeg konkurrerer mot. For meg er det helt irrelevant at det er Vegard. Jeg skal knuse et annet menneske! Jeg vil bare vinne! slår Bård fast.

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Navn: Ylvis

Bak den populære duoen Ylvis finner vi de to brødrene:

Vegard Ylvisåker (44) er gift med Helene Helgesen Ylvisåker og sammen har de barna Emma, Mads og Daniel.

Bård Ylvisåker (41) er gift med Maria Lekva og de har barna Sofie, Nora og Jens.

De to er begge multitalenter og jobber som komikere, musikere, artister, programledere og -skapere.

Aktuelle med nytt musikalsk show på TV2 «Ylvis mot Ylvis». I serien konkurrerer brødrene mot hverandre, men sammen med en rekke kjendiser som får testet både sitt improvisatoriske og musikalske talent. Premieredatoen er satt til 16. januar.

– Men deres egne barn får vinne når dere spiller mot dem?

– Nei. Man må ikke jukse og la barna vinne, for da tar det gleden fra dem når de virkelig vinner, mener Vegard.

– Får de ikke mandel i julegrøten heller?

– Litt tilrettelegging har det nå vært opp igjennom, innrømmer begge.

– Hvem er mest hypokonder?

– Jeg går mer til legen, men det er mer kalkulert, tror Vegard.

– Ja! Du er mer man-fluete enn meg, sier en enig lillebror.

– Vi trodde ikke det kom noen

Det er over 20 år siden de to konkurranseglade brødrene hadde sitt gjennombrudd som Ylvis på en scene i Bergen. Etter det har karrierepilen stort sett pekt oppover med det uforglemmelige høydepunktet «What does the Fox say», låten som gjorde Ylvis til internasjonale stjerner. Den offisielle revevideoen er sett over en milliard ganger på YouTube.

Reven er også årsaken til at når brødrene skal hjem etter showinnspilling i Ski, så står det fans utenfor og venter.

– Vi har jo live publikum når vi spiller inn showet, men ...

Bård hvisker:

– Vi trodde ikke det kom noen, siden det er så langt utenfor Oslo.

– Men det kommer faktisk folk fra hele verden, forklarer Vegard, og brødrene forteller om en finsk dame som har sett alle showene, det kommer dansker og noen har til og med flydd helt fra Japan for å se sine idoler.

– Det er så rart, sier yngstebror.

– De er helt annerledes enn norske publikummere. Jeg får litt dårlig samvittighet. De har reist langt, ser et show som bare er på norsk, og så står de utenfor og venter og venter med gaver helt til vi kommer ut. Men det er jo også veldig hyggelig.

– Hvem fikk best karakterer på skolen?

– Jeg tror Bård fikk det. Jeg tror du hadde 4,8 i snitt og jeg hadde 4,5 eller noe sånt. Matten og fysikken dro meg voldsomt ned, sier Vegard.

– Vi gjorde ingenting på skolen, nikker Bård.

– Det er mye på grunn av Bård at jeg ikke gjorde det bedre på skolen. Han og kjæresten satt alltid og så på film og jeg bare – skulle vel egentlig ha lest lekser, meeeen kanskje skal jeg bare se en film først.

Grusomme ti år

Det kan virke som om alt de to brødrene tar i blir til gull, men er det noe de har gjort som de kunne ønske de ikke hadde gjort?

– Ja, det er det sikkert, men da må det være så dårlig at det er skadelig, og det kommer jeg ikke på. Faktisk dveler jeg ikke så mye over ting som gikk galt, for man lærer jo mye av det, mener Bård.

– Vi gjorde to omganger med «Ylvis goes philharmonic» helt i starten av 2000-tallet. Den første ble omtalt som en suksess. Den andre gangen tok vi litt lett på jobben, minnes Vegard. Del to ble nemlig slaktet.

– Men som Bård sier, vi dauet jo ikke av det.

– Ja, vi lærte at sånn går det når vi ikke forbereder oss godt nok. Så la oss aldri gjøre det igjen!

– Var det flaut?

– Det er mye som er flaut å se tilbake på, og derfor ser vi oss heller ikke så mye tilbake. De derre greiene med Trond Viggo ... Grusomt! De første ti årene av vår karriere var bare helt fæle. Men veldig lærerike, oppsummerer Bård.

– Hvem tåler mest alkohol?

– Jeg var nok litt røffere enn Vegard i ungdommen, innrømmer Bård.

– Kanskje fordi jeg hadde lappen. Jeg husker mamma og jeg kjørte innover mot Splinterneset i Volvoen og lette etter deg en morgen. Det har jeg et klart minne om. Var det ikke der dere hadde «Vinmonopolet» deres? ler Vegard.

– Den hjemmelagede kiwi-vinen, flirer lillebror.

Døden på nært hold

De to Ylvis-brødrene har røttene sine i Sogn, men vokste i tillegg opp i Bergen og i Afrika. Årsaken til Afrika-oppholdene, var sivilingeniør-pappa Hans Terjes arbeid for NORAD.

– Maputo i Mosambik husker jeg ikke særlig mye fra, men Angola husker jeg. Jeg har forstått i etterkant at foreldrene våre likte Maputo best, fordi det var Afrika på ordentlig. I Angola bodde vi bak en mur og med basseng og sånt. Men det var jo borgerkrig der og det var der jeg så mitt første døde menneske, forteller Bård.

– Vi var på vei til skolen og det hadde vært flom. Der lå det en fyr med ansiktet ned og fløt. Det var ingen oppstandelse rundt det, ingen som stoppet. Og jeg husker at jeg syntes det var veldig spesielt, nikker han.

– Jeg sto også ved siden av en fyr som ble siktet på med et ladd våpen. Det er også en rar følelse for et norsk barn. Det var ikke traumatiserende på noen måte for meg, men vi fikk nok opp øynene for at det fantes andre ting i verden enn sparkesykler.

Vegard er enig i at det har gitt brødrene en litt videre horisont enn om foreldrene hadde blitt hjemme i Sogndal. Fordi det rett og slett var farlig å gå ut, var de to brødrene «tvunget» til å tilbringe mye tid sammen. Det er noe av årsaken, tror de to, til at de fortsatt 30 år senere er i sync.

– Vi hadde bare tre videokassetter: «Weekend at Bernie’s», Monty Pythons «Life of Brian» og Harald Heide Steens «Gulasj» med ubåtkapteinen, Spantax-flygeren, Tyristsjef Johansen med flere. Og hvis man ser bort fra den første, er de to andre ganske definerende for humoren vår. Hadde det ligget noen andre videokassetter der, ville karrieren kanskje tatt en helt annen retning, sier Bård

– «Dis» for eksempel, himler Vegard.

– Hahaha, da hadde vi kanskje jobbet på regnskap, tror lillebroren.

– Hvem er den smarteste?

– Tradisjonelt sett, Vegard, skulle man kanskje tro, sier Bård.

– Neei, trekker storebroren på det.

– Men jeg scoret høyere enn ham på IQ-test, sier lillebror.

Gleder seg til å bli bestefar

Når det gjelder hvem som ble pappa først, er konkurransen avgjort for lenge siden. Bård ble pappa som 19-åring.

– Ja, den vant eller tapte jeg, sier Bård tørt.

– Den er veldig sur, flirer Vegard.

– Du kan si at mine barn har blitt veldig godt oppdratt i prevensjon. Da jeg var like gammel som min datter er nå, så hadde jeg en treåring.

Og storebroren fulgte etter ikke så lenge etter. I dag har Ylvis-brødrene tre barn hver fra 22 til 9 år.

– Men jeg gleder meg til å bli bestefar, sier Bård og storebror nikker enig.

– For da kan man fjerne hele oppdragelseselementet. Du trenger ikke lære dem at de må rydde opp etter seg selv, og dermed slipper du alt det maset og gnaget som man må ta med egne barn. Og så kan man levere dem tilbake til foreldrene etterpå, forklarer Bård.

– Er det et press dere nå har begynt å legge på de eldste barna?

– Nei, på ingen måte, sier Vegard.

– Og, jeg er ikke klar ennå! poengterer Bård og Vegard legger til:

– Om 20 år, kanskje?

– Hvem er den beste faren?

– Haha. Det er vanskelig å si. Vegards barn får mer luft enn mine, for han er mye bedre på å ta med ungene på telttur og sånt. Jeg synes det er så kjedelig, innrømmer Bård.

– Han tar sine med på kino, gliser Vegard, utropt til «Norges tøffeste kjendis 2022» etter å ha vunnet 71 grader nord.

Vemodig

– Jeg har ikke vært så flink til å ta ungene med på ting bestandig. Men jeg liker bedre større barn enn små. Og jo større de blir, jo bedre liker jeg dem. Og nå er de jo voksne og jeg kan snakke i telefonen med dem. Det synes jeg er supert. Og at jeg slipper å sitte på huk lenger. Vegard kan fortsatt leke med bøtte og spade på stranden, sier Bård.

– Ja, jo, det kan jeg. Men det er jo deilig at det er en litt utvikling i hva barna er opptatt av også. Yngstemannen min er 9 år og jeg merker at småbarnstingene forsvinner. Og jeg er ikke veldig melankolsk og sippete på det, men jeg tenker på det hvis jeg må bære ham inn i sin egen seng: Kanskje er dette en av de siste gangene jeg gjør dette, reflekterer Vegard.

– Og det er litt trist når man ser på gamle bilder av barna sine. De menneskene de var finnes jo ikke lenger. Fire år gamle Jens er borte. Det kan man jo bli litt vemodig av.

– Hvem er mest opptatt av håret?

– Jeg er opptatt av hår, fordi jeg har vanskelig hår, tror jeg, sier Vegard. 

– Det deiligste er å være skallet. Jeg gleder meg til jeg mister håret, mener Bård.

– Nå har jeg knekt kraniet

Håret kan ha vært med å redde Vegard, som i sommer fikk en stein i hodet. Det kunne ha gått riktig ille.

– Jeg gjorde en dum ting, jeg prøvde å løsne en rot og jeg visste ikke at det lå en stein der som kunne falle rett ned.

Sammen med en kompis var han på telttur i sommer, og om morgenen våkner Vegard først og vil fyre opp et bål.

– Alt ble hvitt etter at jeg fikk steinen i hodet. Og jeg tenkte: Nå har jeg knekt kraniet. Hvis jeg hadde besvimt og blitt liggende der, så vet jeg ikke hvordan det ville gått. Kompisen min lå jo fortsatt og sov.

– Det hørtes ganske dramatisk ut?

– Ja, det var farlig, eller borderline farlig i alle fall. Jeg har arr over hele her, sier han og peker mot krøllene.

– Noe som for så vidt er tøft, det, mener lillebror.

– Men tenk om steinen hadde vært litt større, hvis det frie fallet hadde vært en meter lenger eller hvis jeg ikke hadde hatt lue på meg ... På grunn av luen slapp jeg å sy. Det ble et åpent sår som de kunne lime sammen og jeg gikk med lim oppi der en måned etterpå.

Men the show must go on – og etter at han hadde fått limt hodet, dro Vegard rett på konsert.

– Vi spilte masse partylåter hvor det var masse hopping og jeg kjente, neeeiii. Det kunne jeg ikke gjøre.

– Ganske gøy konsert, det der, nikker lillebror.

– Hvem er den rikeste?

– Det tror jeg er Vegard. Eller jeg tror i alle fall han kommer til å daue med mer penger enn meg, for jeg liker bedre å bruke penger enn han gjør, sier Bård.

– Det har jeg aldri gjort

Brødrene har turnert store deler av verden i en bransje som er kjent for både mye alkohol og narkotika. Har de noen gang vært fristet?

– Det er nok ingen av oss som var, eller er på, det kjøret der, forteller Bård.

– Jeg er mer bekymret for å virke for straight enn noe annet. Men det er veldig kjekt å kunne si til ungene med hevet hode: «Ikke prøv dop! Det har jeg aldri gjort – det er ikke nødvendig.»

– Det er det nok ikke alle foreldre som kan si ...

– Da må man bare lyve! sier Bård bestemt.

– Og vi sa: Alkohol. Vodka. Hahaha. Vi hørtes ut som to predikanter, ler Vegard.

– Men man trenger jo slett ikke være i underholdningsbransjen i dag for å komme i kontakt med hvitt pulver, poengterer Bård.

– Tenker veldig likt

De to har jobbet sammen i 20 år. Noe de synes har vært lite utfordrende, for de jobber jo også sammen med flere andre.

– Fordelen med å jobbe sammen er at vi tenker veldig likt og derfor kan hoppe over mye snakk, som man må ha med andre. Men det er klart, man kan ikke velge vekk familie, så man må få det til å funke. Du kan ikke bare tenke for en idiot. Han gidder jeg ikke jobbe med mer, forklarer Vegard.

– Vi gjør lite sammen privat. Det vi gjør sammen, er på grunn av ungene. Vi jobber jo sammen hele tiden, så det ville vært litt rart om vi skulle vært sammen privat også, mener Bård.

– Det er psykopater! utbryter Vegard og lillebror er enig.

– Nei, det skjønner ikke jeg heller at noen kan.

Publisert: 19.11.23 kl. 13:08 Oppdatert: 19.11.23 kl. 16:40

source: VG https://tinyurl.com/xyjyn8w3

[fodboldtrojerst]

Norge rykker op på tredjepladsen i gruppen

Konkurrencen i Europa Cup-kvalifikationens gruppe A fortsætter. De højprofilerede norske stjerner i spillet, Haaland og Odegaard i Norge landsholdstrøje, scorede begge mål. Deres præstationer på landsholdet har stort set holdt sig på et højt niveau, og de ønsker også at realisere deres drøm om at bringe ære til deres moderland, når de spiller for det norske hold.

Det, der dog er ret overraskende, er, at Haaland og Odegaards mål ikke blev opnået af hinanden.Det var den unge Brugge-spiller Antonio Nousa, der assisterede dem. Herefter spillede han to på hinanden følgende starter i Norge og skabte 4 scoringsmuligheder, hvilket var en stor overraskelse for den norske træner. Solbakken talte meget højt om ham og mente, at den unges talent absolut ikke er mindre end Haaland og Odegaards, og han vil helt sikkert kunne begynde at jagte i de fem store ligaer i fremtiden. Nousas præstation med at levere assists til Haaland og Odegaard bekræftede faktisk alles dømmekraft. Denne unge spiller er ekstremt hurtig, har stor erfaring med at bryde igennem fra fløjen og er villig til at bruge sin krop til at lave bevægelser. Han har god bidragseffektivitet i den norske Superliga og er en ny stjerne, som holdet fokuserer på at dyrke. Noosa har en naturlig fartfordel og fysisk konfrontationsevne i billige fodboldtrøjer. Han er vokset til en højde på 180 cm i en alder af 18. Han har en naturlig og unik fordel, når han kæmper mod bagspillere på begge sider.

[skwigelfskwisgaar]

Swisgaar HCs on Dethklok members?

This became more of what his dynamic is with each member - I wasn't sure if that was what you meant. Anyways, more under the cut!

Skwisgaar and Toki Wartooth

It's hard to talk about Toki without mentioning Skwisgaar - it was, after all, Skwisgaar's idea to invite Toki to join the band. Skwisgaar understands basic level Norsk, and given the similarities between the languages, he probably had a ton of conversations with Toki in both Svensa and Norsk, trying to teach him their signature bad English pronounciations.

I imagine this meant that our 2 Scandinavian musicians probably stuck together closely during the first few months or years of Dethklok as they rose to fame and fortune - Skwisgaar glad to have someone who understood him on some level when he swapped to either of their native languages, or even just having someone nearby who experience culture shock in micro doses as they grew as a band.

They both share a much tighter friendship than the other members based on how Toki canonically seems to admire Skwisgaar's talent, how they both seem to engage in some really stupid shenanigans together, and how Skwisgaar tends to lose his shit if anything threatens Toki's well being.

That said, I see Skwisgaar as being annoyed with Toki's antics, finding his lack of practicing rather insulting, and on a personal level, views Toki as a threat to his position as lead guitarist. He enjoys Toki's company but his own ego and lack of chill (for lack of a better terms) really strain what is otherwise quite possibly his closest friendships.

While Toki is in fact a legendary guitarist in his own right, being denied solos, bullied by Skwisgaar and his impossible to meet standards, and the constant fear of possibly being booted out over a simple tantrum have stressed their friendship throughout their careers and personal lives. Despite this, he still views Skwisgaar as his friend, and hangs out whenever possible with him.

On a more personal note, Skwisgaar probably shares a ton of inside jokes with Toki, naturally includes him in activities with the band to enforce that Toki is welcome (more of a reassurance at this point) and has shared bits and pieces of himself and vice versa in confidence. Skwisgaar has shown that he cares about Toki on more than one occasion, forgiving Toki for his antics if it means Toki is safe, alive, and in a stable happy place.

Skwisgaar shows he cares in a much more profound but silent way especially with Toki, and if anyone in Dethklok even insinuates that Skwisgaar cares in any level, he's quick to shut it down with a snide remark or even a swing of the guitar on his back.

Skwisgaar and Nathan Explosion

No one holds Skwisgaar's respect in the band better than Nathan. The vocalist and frontman brings a brutality and perfectionist need to their music that Skwisgaar can get behind on. Their synergy musically has given way to being called workaholics by the rest of the group as a joke, but someone's gotta have the drive and passion for the 5 of them, and it just so happens that both of these idiots have it in spades.

Often times Skwisgaar and Nathan both will butt heads on the quality of their compositions, from Skwisgaar demanding Murderface and Toki's parts be done again for the 342nd take, or will insist to do them himself if they don't meet his expectations - Nathan often just telling him to record them himself to avoid wasting hours in the booth and producer's chair. On the other hand I can see him growing frustrated with Nathan when he's approved of the bass and rhythm parts, or has played all of them, only for Nathan to delete the entire track for the 100th time but realizes this is what he puts Nathan through so he keeps his frustration to himself. He knows perfection takes time, so he at best tolerates it and, at worst, swallows his pride and does the recording again to fit Nathan's needs.

Outside of the studio Skwisgaar gives Nathan his space and in turn Nathan gives him his. Both share a mutual respect for their craft that extends to each other as people, and it helps the band when they need to cool their heads during album recording crunch.

Both share a need to worry for Toki, Nathan often being the guy that steps in first so Skwisgaar can take a much needed break (not that the Swede minds, but even Skwisgaar has his limits and demands physical space from a clingy Toki). Nathan worries about everyone equally though, so he often also makes sure Skwisgaar knows he has a place in Dethklok - often it's him who pulls the Swede off his guitar when Skwisgaar plays as a coping mechanism for hours without stopping despite blisters forming on his hands.

Over all, a friendship that is built on respect, music and brutality. Skwisgaar enjoys Nathan's company the most in the recording booth, as he seems to take the craft and their music seriously - unlike the rest of the band (exception being Pickles when he decides to show up half sober).

Skwisgaar and Pickles the Drummer

Pickles and Skwisgaar tend to share a bottle when it comes to hanging out, and it's typically over their mothers and the anxiety they induce in the musicians. Both seem to understand how one call can completely tilt them sideways for the entire week, and can just tell when one or the other has received a call from their overbearing mothers.

The feeling of being unappreciated or ignored for others - they are well acquainted with the feeling of having a mother who was for all intents and purposes, absent or needlessly cruel; it has made both of them throw their all into their craft, their passion, and it's made for some small moments in dim closets silently drinking and hearing the other rant about their problems or just crying in the dark about how shitty they feel despite trying so hard.

Pickles will be the first to notice when Skwisgaar has gotten to the point of anxiety attacks induced by his mother, and manages to drag the blonde away from his usual tick and get him to unwind. Skwisgaar notices the same, when Pickles goes too hard on the lamps or goes out in public absoluted sauced he manages to get the drummer to sit down and smoke a few joints.

Pickles, in turn, respects Skwisgaar's ability to play guitar perfectly, and having played it before joining Dethklok, he respects and admires the dedication the Swede has for practicing and perfecting his craft. Sometimes Skwisgaar will give him his signature guitar just to see Pickles play during their 'our mother suck' hang outs to unwind, and it helps to hear music that used to bring a bit of joy to Skwisgaar before Dethklok and the pressures of greatness came crushing down on him.

Skwisgaar used to be a big SnBs fan, when Pickles was the frontman - the 3rd album being his favorite. He brings with him a large chunk of respect for Pickles for managing to pull off the craziest outfits in the tightest clothing and managing to perform with a band that clearly was holding his talent back. He doesn't admit it out loud, but Skwisgaar sometimes gets starstruck still when watching Pickles on drums or when playing guitar and vocals from a SnBs song.

Granted, for someone whose English is so bad he got dubbed out of his own film, understanding Pickles' accent is a huge hurdle that sometimes leaves him more confused than ever.

On a personal note, these two have a great friendship that doesn't get seen much. If one even looks like they had a rough day, they text each other to check in and see where they sit mentally. It's the closest to openly caring either one does for the other, but they don't care if the rest of the band calls it that. They call it "check ins after a code mom" and it works to get them back on track.

Skwisgaar and William Murderface

William has a ton of feeling that he puts into bass playing, and it shows. Skwisgaar can pump out a great bass line but the feeling that they crave can only be done by Murderface, and its with this in mind that makes Skwisgaar put up with William as often as he does.

William is the roughest gem the Skwisgaar wants to see shine, and there was a time when he was actually trying and playing amazing music - his inferiority complex won out as they got bigger and famous, and with Skwisgaar having to mix out his parts or having to re-record them, it became a viscious cycle that fed itself.

Skwisgaar acts like an ice queen due to other things, but when it comes to Toki and William he goes out of his way to prove that they are amazing musicians and it takes all of Skwisgaar's patience to not chew out either of them. Best bassist in the world, Murderface fails to see his potential, his talent, and it kills Skwisgaar because on some level he understands that feeling of not being good enough and what it can do to to one's mental state.

Very rarely do they interact outside of the recording room, oftentimes avoiding each other. Skwisgaar's unable to really pinpoint how to help his bassist and Murderface makes it near impossible to be tolerable - and with his inferiority complex flaring up when he sees the band's most desirable guitarist, its hard to approach the Swede especially when Skwisgaar throws his infamous diva tantrums about Toki and William not pulling their weight.

On some level, Skwisgaar understands why Murderface acts the way he does, but usually makes no effort to assist him when William more often than not is the root of his problems and stress - from lawsuits to constant insults to outight blaming him for the bassist's lack of pussy, William is a neverending source of headaches for Skwisgaar.

On the rare occasion William and Skwisgaar do get along, it's often when they're drunk, just playing tunes for fun, or they're discussing side project work: Murderface was the first person Skwisgaar approached about Depantsification Proclamation when looking for talent although Murderface turned it down for work on Planet Piss.

My personal headcanon is that Skwisgaar is both impressed with William's raw talent and his ability to play bass with his dick out. it's insane that he can play with both his hands and his dick, and on such a professional and talented level. He'd rather feed himself to the yard wolves that admit this ever.

[alexbkrieger13]

Swewnt credit Norwnt as a good team ahead of the derby. It'll be a tough challenge

https://www.fotbollskanalen.se/sverige/norsk-trio-hyllas-infor-mote-med-blagult-det-kommer-bli-tufft/

Norwegian trio praised ahead of meeting with Blågult: "It will be tough"

GOTHENBURG. Norway against Sweden. Then Blågult pays tribute to his opponent. - They have very talented players, so it will be tough, says Emma Kullberg to the Football Channel. 

After the match against Denmark, there was a big disappointment in the Swedish camp and it has been discussed which parts need to be improved. 

- Above all the technical stuff. We miss a lot of simple passes, a lot of receptions that don't sit as they should. Actually, it's simple things that need to be improved, says Filippa Angeldahl.  

The midfielder believes that it is important to get a good result against Norway in particular to take them into the World Cup.  

- It is clear that it is important to get a good feeling from the group to continue building on the game idea we want to take with us to the WC. Then there are two training matches, so we need to try it out to know what we should not do in the WC.  

Hege Riise's gang is also praised by Blågult before the meeting.  

- We meet many of them in the league and I play with two of them. I would say that as individual players you have a pretty good grasp. There are very talented players so it will be a tough but fun match, says Emma Kullberg.  

Who might you need to keep an extra eye on? - I would say that there are many I could choose. Ada Hegerberg, Guro Reiten and Frida Maanum. They have many you could say you should keep an eye on, so above all there then. But there are more that you need to keep an eye on.  

Linda Sembrant agrees.  

- They have a very good attack with many players who have had a few years in big clubs out in Europe, so they are good there. Then it's a bit new after they changed coaches since last summer. Then we always want to create a good passing game and threaten in depth and be dangerous going forward. It is a very good and tough match against a good opposition.  

She continues:  

- Ada Hegerberg is back and midfielders like Guro Reiten and Frida Maanum stand out. They have a lot of good players with experience, a very good Norwegian team.  

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This guy from “Norske talenter” (”Norway’s got talent”), though... Wow.

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