Friends Unite against Pigs

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The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”

Fredrik was in the line at the local booze store waiting to be served. He had four bottles of vodka in his shopping basket and couldn't help but notice the stares coming from behind him. It was a large burly man who kept his eyes fixed on the glam bassist in front of him, offering the boy menacing glances. Mikkel was next door in the grocery store getting some food so they could share it. Hot takeaway burgers and maybe some fries.

"Move along, girly. I think you're next. Stupid punk kid with long hair. Why don't you fucking chop that shit off since you're supposed to be a boy. Are you? You can't tell with you lot sometimes. Fucking queer bitches."

The Swede frowned as he heard the man's words rasped behind his neck, way too close for comfort as he span around pissed off wanting to tell this jerk to fuck off. How dare he. This fucking fat asshole needed to learn some manners!

"Fuck off, fet mage. "Fat belly." Why don't you leave people like me alone and go on a diet. You are a fat pig."

Paying for his booze and ignoring the fat bastard behind him, Fredrik was about to walk out the door when he felt his hair being pulled from the back. What the hell? Fuck! He tried to get free but couldn't since the fat bastard had him by his long blond hair.

"Fucking brat! No one talks to me like that especially not some fucking immigrant bitch like you. Foreign bastard punk. Why don't you cry to mummy?"

Fredrik aimed a punch at the guy's face but it was hard when your hair was being yanked back. Ouch! Fuck this! The Swede was beginning to panic a little as he'd never been abused in public like this by some fat fuck of an ignorant American.

"Let me go! How about I get the cops on your big fat ass? Fuck you---"

The Swede swore in his own language and then could see the outline of a pair of long legs entering the booze store. Mikkel. Fredrik aimed a vicious kick behind but could only hear the fat man laughing as he tugged harder, enjoying hurting the Swede.

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Mikkel had gotten the text to meet up with Fredrik for booze and lunch. The Dane had brought food so they could have a picnic or something. He was dressed in his usual tight pants and jacket, not paying attention until he heard the Swedish.

"Let him go!" Mikkel hated violence and instantly panicked. However from years of protecting Rik his fight or flight instinct swayed heavily toward fight. He was on the guy, nails gouging into the hand in Fredrik's hair and the other digging into his bag for the pepperspray. He wouldn't hesitate.

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"Mikkel! This fuckhead has my hair---let me go! Fuck off din jävel!"

The thug cried out when he felt Mikkel's nails gouge into his hand, instantly letting go of the Swede's long hair. He swore and then went to grab Mikkel's hair. No! Fredrik leapt to his friend's aid, still holding his bag of booze, aiming a hard kick at the man's crotch area. His booted toe connected to the thug's crotch which caused the pig to howl in pain and bend over.

"Come on, let's go!"

Fredrik grabbed his friend's hand and began running down the street away from the thug and anyone else who might want to hurt them.

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Mikkel was not going to run. He held tight to Fredrik's hand and glanced over his shoulder.

"Let them come. They'll regret it." Mikkel was done with older men being abusive.

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"Mikkel, be careful---"

Fredrik held onto his friend's hand as the thug began chasing them now, looking pissed and ready to hit someone. This was not good. The Dane didn't want to run so maybe they could beat this fuckhead down somehow?

"He's coming! I can punch him if you spray him in the face?"

It was the only idea that came to mind as the guy aimed a fist at Fredrik's face.

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"Fuck him."

Mikkel gave the guy a middle finger and went for the pepper spray he carried. Mikkel was ready to spray him when he stumbled back seeing the gun. Damien had been watching the boys after all the trouble they had been causing lately. The huge revolver he carried, drawn and ready to be shoved right in the thug's face. The blonde was not messing around but the sight of the gun caused the young Dane to cry out in surprise. Damien would not hesitate to shoot the guy, in the leg or somewhere non-vital. At least Robert had convinced him not to kill people.

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Fredrik wasn't expecting Damien to appear and now whipping out a gun into the thug's face. Fuck! The young Swede gasped and immediately went to hug Mikkel, trying to pull him away from the thug.

"Don't shoot---you don't need to kill anyone! Just tell him to fuck off."

The bassist not wanting any blood spilled but just for the thug to get kicked in the face or something so he'd leave. No cops and no serious injuries.

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Damien cocked the hammer on the gun and would totally shoot the people chasing the two blondes if they didn't backdown.

Mikkel grabbed on to Fredrik and started backing away. He didn't want to be part of this, nor did he want to see someone get shot.

"Come on." Mikkel started tugging at Fredrik to get away.

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"Come on, let's go and have some booze and eat our food. Fuck that fat pig!"

Fredrik gave a quick kiss to Mikkel's cheek tugging on his hand as he watched the thug back down, clearly not expecting the tall blond coming out of nowhere sticking a gun into his ugly face. The bastard just gave the finger and turned to run away. He was gone. Good.

"He's gone, Mikkel. It's ok. No one will hurt us."

Thank goodness Damien was there.

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"Let's go back to the hotel." Mikkel was spooked from the violence and the hotel terrace, near the others, suddenly felt better than being out in the open. Damien would wait to make sure they weren't followed but he recognized that the ginger's paranoid instincts were right, worth listening to in the future.

Mikkel snuggled up to Fredrik as they walked away. He was trying to smile but internally shaken. "Are you ok?"

He checked Fredrik's hair, petting the long strands.

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"Ok, we can do that. I'm fine but are you ok? That fucking pig deserved a kick and pepper spraying. I will thank Damien later for spooking that asshole off."

Fredrik was ok, not too bad since he'd dealt with fuckheads like that before. Mikkel, however, looked worse off. The Swede squeezing his friend's hand as they walked back to the hotel with their bags of food and drink.

"My hair is fine. The pig was probably jealous of mine. We can get smashed and eat our food once we get back."

At least they'd be safe with more band members around. Robert and Tom too.

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Mikkel nodded and leaned his head against Fredrik's shoulder while they walked. He wasn't ok but he didn't want his friend worrying about it either. "A guy at the one club did something like this to me a few weeks ago."

It was all he said because he felt fearful that he would get hurt again. "The hotel has a big balcony we could eat on." He tried to smile but the events had shaken him up some. He used his free hand to pull out a cigarette and light it because he's unwilling to let go of Fredrik's hand.

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"He did? Fuck. That's rough, Mikkel. Does dirty daddy know about this or are you afraid he'll get too angry and smash the place up?"

Fredrik knew of Sigurd's temper and understood that he didn't take things like this very well at all. Bjorn had spoken of how angry the Swede bassist got when riled up. Perhaps Mikkel was doing the best thing by not telling his dirty daddy.

"Yeah, we can eat on the balcony."

The Swede kissed Mikkel's shoulder as they walked, watching the young Dane light up. Maybe he did what Sigurd did when stressed and just smoked and drank more.

"Can I smoke too? I left my packet back at the hotel and I think Ivar used them up."

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"The guy was after me all night." Mikkel mentioned it and it felt good to talk to someone who wouldn't get as angry as Sigurd. "I called Sigurd to come pick me up but the guy got ahold of me. Sigurd beat him."

Mikkel offered Fredrik his pack of cigarettes and Zippo. "We can share."

And they did share pretty much everything.

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"Fuck, he was? That's shit, Mikkel. If I was there I'd punch him or shove him into some other men so that they punched him."

Fredrik squeezed his friend's hand and was sorry he had such a rough night with some asshole pestering him. At least Sigurd smashed his face in by the sounds of it. Dirty daddy rage.

"Sharing is fun. Thanks."

The Swede took a smoke and lit it with the Zippo.

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"I have to be careful so people don't follow me."

Mikkel squeezed Fredrik's hand and leaned into Fredrik.

"I'll always share with you." Mikkel kissed his cheek before opening the door to let the Swede into the hotel lobby.

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"I've had that before with a few groupies chasing me and following me, forcing me to give them autographs and stuff. They were being pushy and rude while one of them grabbed my hair and nearly pulled me to the floor. It was horrible."

Some groupies were assholes.

"If anyone tries to follow you from the club I'll beat them up for you."

Fredrik was a fierce frenzies fighter when angry. Not as violent or strong as Sigurd but he'd defend his friend.

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"I wish it was just autographs." Mikkel sighed. "They usually want sex and I'd get.. I don't know if they found out I wasn't a girl."

He didn't want to think about it. So instead he turned to what they were about to do together. "What booze did you get? Rekker helped me find a Danish place here. Have you ever had Danish food?"

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"No, I won't let them! They won't abuse you or---anything like that because you're my friend."

Fredrik was now frowning, angry and upset at the same time hearing such horrible tales about what dancers had to endure. Poor Mikkel. No one would find out he was a boy because Sigurd would protect him too. Fredrik believed in this.

"I bought four bottles of vodka from different countries. Some Eastern European, some Russian, some American and some Swedish. I've never eaten Danish food before."

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"I am used to protecting myself."

Mikkel was strong even if he knew he couldn't always. He started toward the elevators with the other Blonde. "It's different than Swedish I think. I've never had Swedish food either."

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"Yes, but you have me and others that will help protect you now too, Mikkel. Don't be alone."

Fredrik pulled Mikkel in for a quick hug, holding the taller boy close as he slowly let go, offering a friendly smile. He loved the Dane and wouldn't let anyone hurt him. Stroking his friend's hand with his own, Fredrik then punched the button pad on the elevator to get it moving.

"You might like meatballs. That's a staple in our country."

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"I'm not alone but people here treat me like I'm a kid that needs protected, and I don't."

Mikkel hated being treated like he was helpless. Sigurd did that enough to make up for everyone else. He leaned into the hug and squeezed Fredrik tightly.

"We have meatballs but potatoes, pork and rye bread are staples in Denmark."

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"I don't mean to treat you like a kid because we have fun and I know you are strong on your own too. Just friends look after each other."

Fredrik squeezed Mikkel's hand and hoped he wasn't coming across like Sigurd with his over defensive qualities. The young Swede loved his friend and just wanted to be there for him.

"That sounds tasty."

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"I'll take care of you."

Mikkel wrapped his fingers into Fredrik's. Despite being younger, Mikkel was the one who took care of others. It was a hard habit to break after so many years taking care of Rik when they lived together.

"We could bother Torden to cook sometime." It was probable some of the other Danes could cook too but Mikkel had memories of Torden cooking for him when he was younger.

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"Thanks. We can take care of each other like best friends should. You're more than that though---a soul mate? That sounds right."

Fredrik wrapped his arms around Mikkel's waist and gave the Dane a long hug, just enjoying being close to his friend after the incident with that fat pig at the booze store.

"Torden won't mind? It could be fun with us learning to cook with him!"

The young Swede giggling, kissing Mikkel's cheek.

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Mikkel nodded and wrapped his arms around Fredrik's neck to pull him in. Nuzzling in the Swede's neck and cheek felt good after nearly being attacked. "I love you."

He did in a way. It was so much more than friend or family, but not what he felt for Sigurd. Soulmate did feel right.

"Torden likes to take care of people." Mikkel knew that it made the older Dane happy to look after those around him. He kissed Fredrik's neck and linger a little longer in the hug before taking his hand again so they could find somewhere to have their picnic.