Sigurd was oblivious to what was going on with the young blonds plotting things. Fredrik had his hand clamped over his mouth to avoid giggling and giving the game away as Mikkel made his way up behind Sigurd. The Swede felt the Dane close and was about to lean into that kiss when he felt Mikkel move his hair out of the way and---
"Fuck! What the holy FUCK! Shit!---"
The bassist jumped up, gasping and cursing in his own tongue as he felt the freezing, wet ice slide down his back. The little fucking brat! Turning around sharply he then spotted Fredrik coming out to bury his face in Mikkel's hair, laughing wildly.
Oh, of course. The Swede pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, allowing the ice to slip onto the floor with soft splats. His back was soaked with cold water and Sigurd was surprised and pissed.
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Date: 2023-01-11 09:00 pm (UTC)"Fuck! What the holy FUCK! Shit!---"
The bassist jumped up, gasping and cursing in his own tongue as he felt the freezing, wet ice slide down his back. The little fucking brat! Turning around sharply he then spotted Fredrik coming out to bury his face in Mikkel's hair, laughing wildly.
Oh, of course. The Swede pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, allowing the ice to slip onto the floor with soft splats. His back was soaked with cold water and Sigurd was surprised and pissed.
"Is this a fucking joke?"