Ted just burst out laughing because Aarne had no filter just like him and the whole thing was causing Ulrik to giggle whilst blushing. Fredrik tickled Mikkel softly on the neck a little but then heard heeled boots clipping towards them on the wooden floor behind. Oh? Turning his head, Fredrik let out a squeak because it was Daddy! Sigurd was here!

"Dirty Daddy is here, Mikkel. Look!"

Mick frowned at hearing that as he too stared across the busy dancefloor to see the tall dark-haired Swede walking through the crowds of people. He looked pissed or worried. Maybe both. Fuck, was he ok? Why was he here? How did he even know that Mikkel was dancing here tonight?