Christmas-Skwisgaar

Skwisgaar hated Christmas.

He hated it more than Charles’ speeches about not having sex with random women.

He hated it more than the STD tests.

He hated it more than those damn fans.

He even hated it more than his own mother.

Grumbling darkly to himself; Skwisgaar curled up further into his furred blanket and covered his head with his pillow.

It was always too cold during Christmas and all of the happy lights and music seemed to make it even colder to the Swede. Everything in nature was dead and dying and yet here was everyone singing and laughing happily for the birth of some Kid!

“Christmas is total dildos.” He muttered; rubbing his arms to try and get warmer.

People were always just buying things during this time; things that would be broken and ignored after a week.

The only thing he ever got as a child for Christmas was a beating by a drunken mother and a night in a snowdrift.

Shuddering at the memory; Skwisgaar shut his eyes tightly and curled up into a tighter ball; hugging himself desperately.

No doubt the hooded servants were having a party on their one day off. He would stay here until the whole holiday was over with; getting plastered when it was New Year’s Eve to try and forget it had ever happened.

He growled as someone knocked on the door.

“Go away!” he snapped.

The door opened however and Skwisgaar sat up angrily and pointed at the door.

“Out!”

“Skwisgaar!” Toki protested. “Why yous not at party?”

“Christmas is dildos. I hates it.”

“Why?”

“None of yous wasp honey!”

Toki pouted and shifted a bit, holding something behind his back.

Skwisgaar frowned and cocked an eyebrow.

“What yous got?”

“This for yous, Skwisgaar!” Toki announced, revealing a small wrapped up box topped with a pearl colored bow.

“Happy Merry Christmas, Skwisgaar!”

Before Skwisgaar could say anything, Toki gave him the gift and then ran off with a giggle.

Blinking, Skwisgaar looked down at the box and sighed as he undid the bow and tore off the paper.

“Idiot Toki and his…”

It was a ring made out of white gold; the image of a wolf engraved on it. Inside the ring there was an old prayer to Odin engraved on it…

A prayer for Odin to keep him safe.

His frown melted away then and Skwisgaar smiled as he slipped it on; admiring it in the light of the room.

“Dildo Toki…” he whispered lovingly.