Bjorn went to slap Mikkel back but Sigurd quickly grabbed the singer's wrist in an instant and shook his head shooting daggers at the trashy Swede. This was not about to turn into a fight. Not while Sigurd was here. Bjorn was fuming. He'd been slapped and now the brat was crying. Fuck! Snatching his hand out of Sigurd's grip he just huffed and went to sit back down.

"I hadn't meant it like that, brat! I meant for you to dance for your dirty daddy Sigurd. Whatever. You're not even listening."

Slumping back in his chair, Bjorn just massaged his face where Mikkel had slapped him and didn't feel like saying anything else. Fredrik just going quiet and gently stroking Mikkel's back. Surely, Bjorn didn't mean it? Sigurd just sighed and pulled brat into a hug, just wanting him to calm down. Mikkel was taking everything the wrong way.

"We know you're not a whore, Mikkel. Just---calm down."

Fredrik looked at Sigurd and didn't really know what to say so just held Mikkel close.