The excitement hadn't been lost on Sig. Instinct was a difficult thing to ignore, especially when Stellan had shown he was just as excitable himself. Sig was somewhere interest and irritation and Lofgren's words only further set him towards the edge. The audacious statement had even caught Stellan off guard. The two large males stared at one another, Lofgren daring for Stellan to do anything other than what he'd just instructed. Stellan was angry and Lofgren could tell.<br/><br/>Sig searched his face when he turned to him, trying to get a better understanding of his thoughts. He didn't know himself, not entirely what he wanted but it would make it easier to know if Stellan was only saying what he said to keep him off limits or because he'd meant it. Before he could think beyond that Stellan had turned away from him and to his surprise squared his shoulders at his alpha.<br/><br/>Sig had caused this. Insisted on coming, trying to unravel this mess with the people he cared about so that some order could be put to it. Getting Stellan gravely injured wasn't a part of his plan, though he'd told himself if a fight did break out he'd search for his chance. He didn't want that to happen though, anymore than he wanted Eivind to take on Lofgren. Too much risk. Stellan wasn't thinking clearly, just doing, pushed past what he'd tolerate. This was another test set up and by Lofgren's standards and Stellan was failing it, though the alpha didn't look disappointed.<br/><br/>Sig gripped Stellan's bicep and shoved, putting his weight into turning him back around, demanding his attention once more.<br/><br/>“You're sweet, big wolf, but I'm not running off from this one.” No matter if Stellan and Lofgren took to gnashing teeth or if lover pressed him back against one of the smooth stones. Sig didn't really know what he wanted but he knew what his options were and he'd take the one that kept Stellan alive and well. They could sort the rest out later. For now, he'd let his body lead, and before Lofgren had opened his mouth Sig had been more than a little interested.<br/><br/>“Audiences have never bothered me,” Sig told him, fingers settling on the back of Stellan's neck, trying to remind the other male that he wanted to be there. From beneath the water he rubbed himself against the man's thick thigh.<br/><br/>“Seems like you picked one with some sense, at least,” Lofgren put in and Sig tried to keep from glaring over his lover's shoulder. Instead, he molded sweetly up against him and whined, low and needy.<br/><br/>“Show them that I don't belong to them,” he whispered into Stellan's ear, trying to think of the words he needed to keep Stellan's focus entirely on him.