nordlig_pojke | Who put out the trash?

It was time.

Ulrik's trashy older brother, Sven, was now getting off the plane at LA airport and embracing his baby brother in a drunken hug. Oh god. The older blond reeked of booze and was drunk, having no doubt filled himself with in flight booze, of course he had. Laughing, Ulrik patted Sven on the back and then pulled his bleached blond hair in a playful manner because it had been what? A few months since he saw his brother since starting the LA tour with Blixt and the other bands. Sigurd was standing next to Ulrik and took in Sven's appearance; drunk, wearing tight black leather pants, a black jacket with tears in the seams and bright neon boots made with fake crocodile and a red bandanna across his head. Of course. What trash. The all spoke in their mother tongue as they greeted each other.

"Det är kul att se dig igen, broder. (It's good to see you again, brother.)"

Sven reached into his jacket and pulled out a bottle of booze, which was whiskey by the looks of it. Had he bought that on the plane? Fuck knew. Ulrik rolled his eyes because he knew all about the trashy singer's habits with booze and they weren't the best. Bjorn was back at the Strip spending time with his ginger since he was spending more and more time with Rekker. Both Ulrik and Sigurd thought it was the best thing for their band leader. Lars was out somewhere following poor Devon around but everyone thought it was cute.

"Flygflyget var så jävla tråkigt! Vi går till en klubb och kör åt helvete. (The plane flight was so fucking boring! Let's go to a club right now and get fucked.)"

Sigurd just stared at Sven and sighed. Oh great----another Bjorn. This wouldn't end well because Sven looked trashy as hell and was drunk just getting off the plane. Now he wanted to hit the town and get smashed even before checking into the hotel. Did the man even bring stuff with him? Clothes? Possessions? Sigurd couldn't see any.

"Var är alla dina kläder, Sven? Har du glömt att ta med dem? (Where are all your clothes, Sven? Did you forget to bring them?)"

The singer shot Sigurd an amused smirk as he took a few quick swigs of booze before shoving the bottle back into his jacket. This guy was the bassist and he knew all about him from what Ulrik had told him. The band dad. That was just the cutest!

"Hej, pappa pojke! Ta det lugnt. Jag behöver inte ta med skit eftersom jag bara köper nya kläder här i L.A. Fan, ja. (Hey, daddy boy! Chill the fuck out. I don't need to bring shit since I'll just buy new clothes here in LA. Fuck yeah.)"

At those words, Sigurd just pinched his nose slightly because this guy was so much like Bjorn, except Bjorn would actually bring all of his shit with him. Every last can of hairspray. So would Lars if he were travelling to another country. Fuck, this guy was trashy and reckless too. Ulrik just giggled at his band mate's reaction to his trashy brother as they began their walk towards the taxis. Getting back to the hotel was the first port of call for all of them. Sven needed to check into his room. The singer adjusted his bandanna as they hailed a taxi down and jumped inside, Sigured paying the man in advance just in case Sven spilled any booze inside the taxi. Shit with rock stars often happened.

"Hur många heta pojkar reser med dig då? Ulrik har berättat om några. (So, how many hot boys are travelling with you then? Ulrik's told me about a few.)"

Oh god. Here we go. Ulrik just blushed a deep red at Sven's words regarding all the hot boys travelling on the tour. What was he to say? There were so many and so many were taken. Almost all of them except a few on the fence or not quite making the connections yet. Sven was trash so this would be more than awkward because he was the type of boy to hit on a taken man. His type being feminine boys and soft masculine.

"Fler tas, broder. Jag sa, minns du? Men det finns några som är singlar. Alla är heta och mest som andra pojkar utom den udda en eller två som är hetero.(Most are taken, brother. I did say, remember? But there are some who are single. All are hot and most like other boys except the odd one or two who are straight.)"

Ulrik trying to tell his brother this in the best possible way. Sigurd just staying out of the conversation entirely because he had his mind set on the bratty Dane. Mikkel. Oh fuck---what if Sven hit on him? There would be hell to pay. Or if Mikkel hit on Sven? Shit. Sigurd didn't even want to think about that. At all. It hurt. The taxi soon pulled into the hotel carpark as all three rock stars got out and headed into the hotel. Sven soon checked in and headed towards the bar instantly. He was fucking thirsty! Sigurd and Ulrik following to keep him company.

"We use English here because there are others staying from the UK. It's a bit easier that way."

Sigurd telling Sven just so that he knew if the Brits were around at the bar. Once they got there a few of the rock stars were there drinking and talking. No smashed ones yet since it was still only 10.00am. Even too early for Joe or Aarne to be smashed. Bjorn was no doubt back at Rekker's Hills mansion and Lars outdoors somewhere with Devon. A young dark-haired boy carrying a sketchpad came up to greet the new tall blond.

"Hello there! You're new. Are you related to Bjorn? You look similar."

Sven giggling rather girlishly, even though he was quite masculine in height and stature. The clothing and hair giving off his feminine air. Pinching the young guitarist's cheek, he smirked. Oh, this one was cute! There was also a blond haired man who wore leopard print too. He was fucking hot! Was he taken? So what if he was---Sven wanted to meet everyone! Ulrik had to intervene before people got angry for his brother hitting on everyone.

"This is Erik Ivarsson and him over there is Hunter, his older brother. Both are taken, Sven. You'll have to look elsewhere."

The singer huffed and then ruffled up Erik's hair before going to the bar and offering up Hunter a wink. The younger Swede just stared and then began giggling himself because it was amusing. Buying himself a large bottle of whiskey, Sven then began chugging straight out of the bottle because fuck! He was thirsty. The plane ride really had taken it out of him. Sigurd was watching Sven like a hawk now because this one was dynamite. Trouble. He might even start a fight if he hit on everyone who was taken. Ulrik knew he'd have to step in but he couldn't be everywhere Sven was at all times. It would be hard but they'd have to try and do their best.

Otherwise it could be a shit show.

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"Me? I go for men my age and there seems to be lack of at the moment, not that I'm bothered about having a partner right now though because looking after baby Ulrik here and making sure he's safe is all I care about."

Performing was important to Sven too but being there for Ulrik was the main thing since he'd been acting like a father for the boy ever since the accident. He was very defensive and protective over his baby brother.

"It is nice to have someone my own age though like you, Damien. Most are babies like Ulrik here."

Sven now pinching Ulrik's cheek which earned a kick to the older Swede's shin.

Damien glanced over at the young guitarist and smiled. "It might be time to take a seat on that job."

The Dog often looked after younger people and knew that he had to step aside when someone else took that space. "It may be time to focus on yourself. He has someone looking after him now."

It wasn't a bad thing but an honest one. Ulrik had a very caring person with him now, and one Damien felt would fit right in with him and his people back home.

"I think the tour is weighed toward the over 25 crowd despite the behavior or the younger ones being louder." He hadn't taken an exact count but it felt that way.

"Take a seat? Are you saying my brother doesn't need his older brother taking care of him anymore because he's got a hot ginger?"

Sven winked at Ulrik, who then flipped him off but in a playful way. Brothers were brothers. The Dog did have a point though. Maybe the singer should step back a little and allow his baby brother to breathe a little now that he had Dee. She looked a strong, loving woman.

"Most seem around early to mid-twenties. Some older. Devon is the oldest?"

The Swede wasn't sure of everyone on the tour but had seen the Hexed drummer hanging around with Ulrik a few times.

"He needs to grow up eventually." Damien had spent years training up kids and letting them become adults, both with the Dogs and the Ministry. It was something he was more used to than most.

"One of them." Damien chuckled. "There are some older. I think..Ziggy's family are older."

Tom definitely was, not that Damien was about to mention the reason he was laughing.

"Yes, he does, but he'll still be my baby brother no matter what."

Sven ruffled Ulrik's hair and laughed when the guitarist aimed a kick at his shin. The teasing was something both brothers did to one another. Wasn't Zack around Ulrik's age? As for the ages of band members---Tom, he had to be the oldest, didn't he? Ziggy's family too.

"I know Ziggy's old man is one of the old men. He doesn't take shit from anyone but knows how to dish it out."

"He'll knock you on your ass apparently, same with Robert."

Damien had heard about what happened to Joe and Viktor. Damien might be dominate but he could tell by how those two men were that they weren't to be tangled with when they really meant it.

To get into the teasing, Damien glanced over at Ulrik. "You should ask Aarne about finding him a boyfriend. He's good at it."

"You'd better not mess with Major Tom. That's what I've heard from everyone anyway."

Sven just laughed at being found a boyfriend. Was everyone on the tour matchmaking for those who were single and available? It would seem that way. Ulrik elbowed his older brother in the ribs because he knew Sven was a crass bastard.

"I'm a patient man. Who knows---someone might drop into my lap."

Ulrik snorted out a laugh. Sven was such a total cocktease at times.

"Tom has seen so much shit I think he's done with anything that disrupts the peace too much."

It was an observation of the older man but he wouldn't have anyone else to wrangle this circus. No one else probably could.

Damien started to laugh. "Where's that stripper you were dancing with earlier? You could have brought them along." It was the honest thing to say because even if they usually didn't have groupies or strippers around it didn't mean it never happened.

"Maybe I shouldn't ask what shit this is but it's probably some really fucking hardcore stuff. The man seems to have a will of iron."

Sven just saw how stern Tom looked when pissed off and it was the look that shouted out fuck off or I'll kick your sorry ass. The Swede was no fool and wouldn't be messing with the tour manager anytime soon.

"Stripper? Oh, you mean that young Dane? I wasn't sure since I only spent an evening at the club with him and didn't think it was anything serious. Just a bit of fun."

The singer shrugged and wasn't sure. The boy was cute but much too young.

"Aside from lost for two weeks in a derelict ship in space?"

To Damien everything else Tom had endured was less than that. However, he wasn't sure everything the man had gone through over his life time.

"You don't sound like you're looking for anything long term or serious." Damien mentioned honestly. It wasn't his place to say what Sven should be doing for the evening. The Stripper just seemed to be something he had already gotten into.

"Fuck. Really? That's rough. The man really has got a will of iron if that happened to him."

Sven just stared for a moment or two trying to imagine what Tom must have gone through but couldn't. Who could? It sounded like hell on Earth---or not on Earth. Ziggy's father was tough as nails.

"I'm not looking for anything at the minute. Maybe just some fun now and then. I'm mostly here to keep an eye out on my baby brother here and to be with my band."

Sven wasn't looking to hook up with anyone for a relationship right now because he'd just been out of one and wasn't looking for sex.

"I wouldn't tangle with him."

Damien wouldn't say that about many but he was sure that Tom was way more intelligent and capable than people would credit him with.

"Your band is here, or coming?" Damien asked curiously. He wondered how many more musicians this would bring to the tour.

"I'll make sure not to, sweetie. He does know I've arrived on the tour though since I phoned a few days ago before my flight."

Sven wondered where he would be staying within the hotel because it seemed quite big as it needed to be considering the amount of rock stars within it. The singer ordered another drink at the bar then faced Damien once more. Ulrik just rolled his eyes at his trashed brother and shoved him slightly.

"My band? Skökorna? They will be coming along shortly. Hjalmar, is my lead guitarist, Fredrik the baby of the group is my bassist and Ivar is my drummer."

Damien nodded. "Then you probably have a place to sleep waiting for you."

He knew Tom was on top of things like this all the time. Though Damien didn't know where exactly, not yet.

"I'll make sure we have space for them." Knowing that there would be more people coming soon made things easier. "There are a couple of babies around, younger than your brother."

"Good. I could do with some rest after that fucking flight."

Sven was tired and Ulrik could tell by the way his brother was leaning further into the bar than usual because of his aching back. Sitting in plane seats for hours was not fun at all.

"Thanks, sweets. I think I might head to be because I'm tired."

The singer finished his last drink then going to ruffle Ulrik's hair before going to find his room.

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