"Maybe. You deserve being tickled too, you cheeky little bastard."

Sigurd was smiling as the Dane climbed onto his lap. What else could he do? Fredrik came out from behind Rekker and blew onto the back of Mikkel's neck. This was totally worth it! Bjorn climbed into Rekker's lap and kissed the ginger on the lips before sipping on his cocktail.

"What were you and Fredrik doing before you got here?"

Sigurd's question got Fredrik giggling cheekily.