"You love our trouble." Mikkel stuck his tongue out at Sigurd before he had to squirm away giggling from the tickle.

Syn could only giggle at all the chaos but it was more nervous than before because he's aware of the way Ivar is staring.

The Dane started to drag both blondes toward the door by their hands. "I have cake upstairs and more drinks."

No doubt that Sigurd and Ivar were going to have their hands full soon.