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Sigurd stood before his brother, helping to straighten his maroon bowtie before brushing the smaller man's white hair with long, elegant fingers. Bjorn blushed at the warmth of his brother's hands, but Sigurd pulled away before he could properly enjoy it and inspected his brother's entirety. "Perfect." Bjorn smiled at his brother, watching Sigurd intently. They were both wearing black suits, with white shirts, maroon waistcoats and maroon bowties. Surprisingly, Sigurd wasn't wearing his favourite beret in his golden blonde hair. "Do I look ok?" Bjorn titled his head to the side, consciously. Sigurd's lips curled pleasantly, causing Bjorn to