Mikkel sat the bag aside and took Fredrik's hand while giggling. Sigurd looked so pissed when he turned around that it sent the Dane stepping back and bumping into Fredrik. Maybe they shouldn't have done this.

Rekker, sitting nearby, was laughing and called out to the Swede. "Someone needs to cool you off when that one walks in the bar. Not all of them have places for you to sneak off to."

Rekker had no qualms about tormenting the Swede right along with the two young blondes. Mikkel though was worried and glanced between Fredrik and Sigurd. He bit his lip, worrying it with his teeth before speaking. "I .. I didn't think you'd be.. angry."

Surprised, screaming, playfully vengeful was what he had expected. He had assumed he would be turned on and tickled with cold hands after Sigurd fought the ice. Everyone else was doing things like this to each other all the time and Mikkel felt his heart sink a little.