Sigurd just laid on the floor and sighed, knowing full well there was nothing he could do about it because Mikkel wasn't going to stop. The Dane was having fun and happy so the Swede wanted this.

"You finished those fucking cans yet?"

Sitting up, Sigurd was now covered in silly string and looked a sight. So fucking what? Ah well, another run in with prank brat. He got up and immediately went to grab Mikkel in for a kiss, rubbing silly string into the boy's hair.