"I'm always up for a challenge and you fucking know it, brat."

Drinking some of his own booze Sig often wondered what went through Mikkel's head. Part of him didn't want to find out about the true trauma but he knew he'd have to face that part if Mikkel and him became serious one day. For now, he just wanted to be there for the Dane and comfort him.

"How are you feeling now, Mikkel?"

Sigurd pressing a soft kiss to Mikkel's jaw, smiling at how cute the boy really was. Fuck, he was hot.