"Not as much trouble as you, brat. Or your loud, fluffy-haired friend here."

Sigurd poking Mikkel in the ribs and then pinching Fredrik's cheek, causing the blond bassist to squeak and then giggle into Dane's hair. Ivar just stared at Syn, wanting to sit somewhere with him and talk, if that was even possible with the chaos going on.

"Grumpy daddy and drunken uncle will keep us company tonight."

Fredrik laughing and looking at Ivar who was totally staring at Syn. Everyone could see that.