"You're so clueless." Mikkel started to giggle as the stress faded. He had meant that it was a challenge issued by Sig, that he couldn't make him angry.

The closeness helped more than the Swede could imagine, gentleness was something that Mikkel desperately needed in his life, whether he recognized that or not. He didn't answer the question verbally, instead, twisting just enough to slide his arms around Sigurd's neck and pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Despite being the one to initiate the kiss, he blushed still. He couldn't stop the blushing.