"What was that Mikkel said about Sigurd and his jeans... hanelomme." Ansgar started gigling. "You and Sigurd think broken jeans are hanelomme... cock pockets."

Ansgar wasn't being at all serious at the moment while he tried to wake up. The words got his eyes wide and a spike of adrenaline that woke him up in a hurry. The Dane's face filling up with worry and way too many emotions.

"I..." Ansgar sighed and he looked down at his hands. "Are you trying to tell me you.. I don't know.. you want me to leave Torden for you or something?" The Danes all knew the Brits tended to be very monogamous and angry over anything else. Ansgar was trying to think if he could walk away from Torden and still be here seeing him all the time. It made a lump form in his throat and his heart ache.