What the Hell is Going on Here? We Got to Keep Going....

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For Harald

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"Harald." He smiled broadly, cheerful usually and always excited to tattoo someone. "Where are we putting it?"

He asks stepping in and going to put his hair up. Usually he would never put up his unruly hair but tattooing was a different situation and things needed to be kept clean.

Re: For Harald

[dodsmetall_kriger]

The large Viking gave Mikkel a friendly slap on the back with one of his huge palms and nodded. Removing his leather jacket and pulling his tshirt over his head, revealing a muscled torso he then pointed to his left bicep.

"Here. Go on arm on muscle. Twin axes."

This would help the two men bond in Harald's eyes who always enjoyed making new friends. This tour should prove to help strengthen that and Mikkel seemed a young man who was skilled at his craft.

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Mikkel winced at being hit and glanced at the big Norwegian in fear even if mentally he knew the man wasn't going to hurt him.

"The drawing is there on the dresser." He mentions while pulling up his hair and going to wash his hands and collect his tattoo kit. However, Mikkel was staring, a lot, at the now shirtless man in his room. It made his heart pound a little. He set the things out on the small desk in the room and tuned the chair around for the big man to sit in.

"Do you want color or just black?" He was going to start setting up and needed to know what inks to get ready.

[dodsmetall_kriger]

Harald did not know that Mikkel didn't like being hit and had no idea about the boy's past trauma so just looked down at his arm and decided on if he would have a colour or not.

"Just black. Shades of grey and black for axe blades. Handles in Norse style. Picture is good though."

The Norwegian studied the picture more and was pleased it was something he was interested in. Mikkel was good at what he did it seemed and Harald was happy that the Dane boy would ink his bicep. The concept of being stared at for other reasons went straight over the large Viking.

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"Come sit down." Though he's trying to act professional everything inside when he looks at Harald is certainly not professional.

"I need to clean up and shave your arm." It was a necessity for the tattoo. Miikkel was putting on gloves and setting out the little cups of ink before going about plugging in the tattoo machine and thinking about the needles he would need for this tattoo.

For Fredrik

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Mikkel pulled on Sigurd's bath robe and ran over to where Fredrik was drawing the bath. He snuck up behind the Swede, tickling his side and giggling. Wide awake, the Dane is feeling mischievous and flirty.

[rebellisk_tarta]

Fredrik wasn't expecting Mikkel to sneak up behind him dressed in Sigurd's robe. The surprise causing the young Swede to scream a little before turning around to tickle Mikkel's chest.

"Is that Dirty Siggy's robe? I hope he isn't mad about you leaving his bed to bath with me."

The truth is that Fredrik was covered in edible glitter that now caused the boy to shine and give of a sparkly sheen every time he caught the light. He picked at some of the glitter on his chest and tried to scrape it with his nail to no avail.

"I never knew this stuff was so sticky."

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Mikkel squealed from the tickling.

"It is. He had me all night. I'm yours now." Mikkel thought that was how it worked. That was what he thought Torden must do too so that everyone stayed happy.

The Dane leaned in and licked the Swede's chest. "It still tastes good."

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"Ahh that tickles!--"

Fredrik squeaked a little when Mikkel licked at his chest and then giggled while ruffling the Dane's hair slightly. How were they going to get all of this edible glitter off? It was almost stuck to the Swede's skin like set paint.

"Do you think the hot water will help get it all off?"

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Mikkel licked him again because it made Fredrik squeal.

"I think so." Mikkel leaned in and kissed Fredrik's choice.

For Bjorn

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Fredrik and I put a pole in the apartment. I could show you some things. Sigurd is out doing boring shit for the day.

Re: For Bjorn

[metallhuvud]

You two have your own private strip pole in your apartment? That's fucking cool!

Ok, I'm on my way, babe. Give me a few minutes to get down to your room. What's Daddy up to today?

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I wanted to practice and Fredrik wanted to try. Sigurd hasn't seen it yet.

[Which means he and Fredrik put it in this morning]

I don't know. He said he would come out to the club after so he'll be gone all day.

[metallhuvud]

I think it's a good idea you've got a pole in your room. Easier to practice that way.

Daddy might want to see you performing private dances for him on it. Fucking kinky!

Just getting into the elevator, honey. Do we drink before this or do I need to remain sober?

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Not just Daddy. Fredrik comes to watch too.

I'd start sober.

For Fredrik

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Mikkel walked with Fredrik and then frowned as he stood in the middle of the bar.

"There's no pole." The Mikkel pouted drunkenly and then grinned. "I could give you a lapdance and you could tuck them in my bra."

The Dane immediately started to giggle.

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"Aw, no pole? That fucking sucks. Oh well---we can still have fun together."

Fredrik kissed Mikkel on the neck and got a few looks from people assuming the taller blond was the shorter blond's girlfriend. The Swede still clutched some of the daisies Sam gave him and nodded.

"Ok, you can give me a dance if you'd like."

Wasn't this what Sigurd did?

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"I can at home, later." Mikkel squealed and giggled from the neck kisses.

"There's a booth in the corner." Mikkel pointed out. "We can get some drinks and play with the flowers."

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"Later? Ok. I''ll enjoy seeing you dance performing moves and stuff."

Fredrik nodded and then looked over to where Mikkel was mentioning. Oh, a booth! Yes, they could go over there out of the way and play with the flowers. Laughing, the Swede grinned and loved the idea.

"Let's get some drinks."

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"At the apartment."

Mikkel took Fredrik's hand and started dragging him toward the booth so they could sit. There were bar waitresses around so they could order once they were sitting.

"What are we drinking?"

For Dee and Jay

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On our way.

Ansgar went to get his brother. The boy, though he hated medical things, could convince anyone to do anything. At least that was how Ansgar felt about it. He roused the younger Dane who went off to get some upset stomach things from Rik and Vars while Ansgar found a car he could borrow.

A few minutes later they were on their way. They didn't have a key but that didn't matter. Once they got there, Mikkel made short work of the locks.

"Dee?" Ansgar stepped in and called out. He didn't want to startle him.

We'll find out. My brother doesn't need keys. Ansgar texted Jay as they quietly closed the door. Mikkel was already heading to the kitchen while Ansgar looked for Dee.

[willoftheblackbird]

At some point, you got a text from Jay: I'll get there as soon as I can. Please don't break the lock. But by the time it came in, the lock had clearly already been picked.

The living room and kitchen were dark. But there were lights on further back, in the master bedroom and adjacent bath. The sound of a toilet flushing broke the awkward silence.

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No broken locks.

Ansgar texted and then headed to the bathroom. "Dee?"

He's quiet and knows to approach cautiously like he would if this were Mikkel. His brother was probably already hunting for stuff to make tea.

[willoftheblackbird]

As Ansgar made his way into the master bedroom, he immediately found himself face to face with Dee as he came out of the bathroom. Any look of surprise on the singer's face was masked by sheer misery.

He was wearing one of Jay's old t-shirts, but nothing else. From the way he wrapped his around himself, it was clear that, despite his earlier text, his insides were still trying to make their way outside. From any direction they could.

"...you're... how did... Jay?"

Pardon his confusion. He wasn't exactly expecting his drummer in his bedroom.

[lynoprorer]

Ansgar was ready to catch the taller singer if he wavered. Stomach upset like this could make people dizzy and Dee was already weak on his feet sometimes.

"He's stuck at work so I stopped by with Mikkel." It wasn't a lie even if he had decided to come over before he knew that Jay was stuck at work. Ansgar is gentle though and pushes some of the hair away from Dee's face. "We should get you back to bed."

Ansgar was treating Dee like his baby brother even if Ansgar was the younger of the two.