Mikkel grabbed on to Sigurd as he fell down from slipping on the ice. He couldn't stop laughing and screaming.

Rekker glanced at the blonde behind him and laughed. "If he comes for you next, I'm tossing you out of there."

The two young blondes were often enough around him so he was used to this kind of behavior. He knew, especially the Danes, saw him as someone safe after what happened with Rik's uncle. He didn't mind but he wasn't going to get involved in this.

Once on the floor, Mikkel tried to pull Sigurd to the floor too.