Sigurd just stared at Mikkel and then messed up the Dane's hair slightly just because he could. It was all fun anyway. Fredrik giggled into Mikkel's hair as grouchy old daddy was being told off.

"What shall we carve our pumpkin, Mikkel? Daddy can carve one too after he wants."

The blond bassist laughing as Sigurd knew these two were going to be a handful all night.