((Haha I'm just being stupid thinking about realism—being drunk makes you lose body heat a lot faster than normal. But it's RP, so yeah, we'll just say they don't get sick. We've all had enough hospital wing RPs. :p I may have Nathan and Pickles head inside in my next reply (Nathan could throw Ofdensen over his shoulder and carry him too, y/n?), so Toki and Skwisgaar get their alone time before Jasper. Well, Nidhögg will still creepily lurk, but not bother anyone.))

It would have surprised Nathan to find out any of his bandmates weren't aware of what was going on between him and Ofdensen. They weren't usually quite as open about their relationship as Toki and Skwisgaar were about theirs, but they hadn't really gone out of their way to keep it a secret from the rest of Dethklok, either—just from the media, since Nathan really, really did not ever want anything like that NateBecca bullshit to happen again, and he dreaded thinking it might become necessary to hire some woman to pose as his girlfriend or something. They all had to keep up appearances, he knew. Mostly gay death metal bands just weren't really marketable, with a few rare exceptions.

Of course, if they came out of the closet it might well make their fans embrace gayness and the world's overpopulation problem would be solved overnight. Too bad solving problems wasn't metal.

Nathan sighed and looked put out when Ofdensen shot him down. "You work too damn much. Drink more," he said, handing Ofdensen several more unopened beers with a hopeful expression. "Yeah, that was pretty brutal," he said to the Shoggies when they returned. "Like a... lake troll. On steroids. I think I've heard of that guy before. Uh, before we even came here, I mean." And pity the being who ever does try to eat Dethklok. What with their mysteriously unstoppable destructive force, and his mun is sticking with the now mostly canon theory that none of them are actually human anyway, it might lead to an apocalypse of indigestion and dysentery that not even immortality could help with.

Pickles shriek-yelped loudly when he first hit the water, but was quickly back to whooping and making an ass of himself, splashing around noisily in the shallower water. "Heeey guys!" he called to Toki and Skwisgaar, and somehow managed to trip and faceplant in the water when he attempted to follow Skwisgaar. He sputtered and coughed as he picked himself up, then just kept whooping as he ran back to the shore.

"Come aaaahn, doods! Party in the lake!" Pickles grabbed Nathan and Ofdensen and tried to haul them both to their feet. Nathan only reluctantly got up, and took a few beers with him as he let Pickles usher him down to the lake, the two house-elves with lanterns dutifully following along to light their way; they remained on the shore. Nathan kept his clothes on as he waded out, not quite sure what they were all doing, but drunk enough to enjoy it regardless.

"Huh. Skwisgaar's fast," Nathan noted, watching the Swede swim.

Pickles elbowed him and laughed, not even making an effort to lower his voice as he said, "They're probably gonna have shark sex, dood. Don't watch. Theat's gay."

"Don't you... you know, wonder what he has?" Nathan asked, referring to the spiky dicks they'd all discussed at length bad pun totally intended.

Pickles cupped his mouth with his hands and shouted: "Nate wants to watch you guys fuck!"

Nathan scowled and smacked Pickles in the shoulder before pointedly turning his back on the Scandinavians and wading farther away from them. If they were all going to hang out in the water, they should use the Dethtub instead, he thought. Well, those who weren't going to have shark sex anyway.