"Lukas!"
The surprised and just a bit indignant outburst went ignored as the person in question calmly set the safety lock on the revolver before setting it down in the boat. He knew exactly what he had done, and quite frankly, he didn't care. His brother apparently did, however. The stoic blond man simply shot the boy a vaguely amused look before sitting down in the boat and crossing his arms. It wasn't his problem now.
The silver-haired teen scoffed and scrambled to the other side of the boat without rocking it too much, expertly sidestepping the fishing poles in the bottom of the boat and his unbelievable older brother. He leaned over the side where that funny blonde man had just been, the gurgling bubbles at the surface of the water being the only sign that he was ever there. After a split second of shock he turned back to the elder, looking appalled.
"You have to go in there and help him!" he exclaimed, flinging an arm out towards the water in a wild gesture.
Lukas shook his head slowly and brushed his wheaten bangs out of his face before fixing the teen with a level gaze. "Nope," he intoned, "not my fault he fainted an' slid off th'boat. Besides..." He paused, looking over at the gun thoughtfully. "He was probably dangerous."
"Well, you'd never know for sure unless you save him from drowning!" the boy shot back, his usually pale face turning pink with anger. But judging by the expression on the man's face, his mind was set and there was no way was going to change it.
That's why Sigurður decided to take matters into his own hands.
If Lukas wasn't going to save this guy, then he would do it himself. He wasn't a kid anymore, he knew how to make his own decisions. He stripped off the jacket he was wearing and flung it at his older brother's face before diving into the water, at the spot where the bubbles had been. It seems they had disappeared while they were talking. Uh oh.
Lukas pried the jacket off of his face and unceremoniously dropped it into the bottom of the boat before standing up and stepping over to where Sig had been previously standing. Locking his dark, emotionless gaze on the water, he sighed softly and crossed his arms again. Now to play the waiting game.
He wasn't all that worried about the boy for once. The kid was a strong swimmer, not to mention he had been trained to do things like this. They all had. What worried him, or rather who worried him, was that crazy blond guy. What, had he been out for a quick little swim session and had gotten lost? The man snorted lightly, the barest hint of a smirk playing on his blank face before disappearing again as quickly as it had came. Not likely. Not at this hour. So who the hell was he? He had looked pretty frazzled...was it possible that man could have fallen off a boat and was actually lost? Had Lukas just sent an unsuspecting, innocent person to his watery grave?
...Oh, who was he kidding? Of course not. No one in their right mind would be in the water at this time of night, the only reason Lukas and his brother were there was to night-fish. That was their cover. This guy must have been one of his minions, sent out to spy on them.
Tough luck, buddy. You can't spy on spies, especially not these spies. And, being the well-trained, experienced agent that he was, the young Norwegian man had remembered the number one rule of being a spy: never trust anyone. Ever. Not even half-drowned idiots that latch onto your boat in the middle of the night.
He was yanked from his reverie when a gasp sounded below him, signaling the return of his little brother. And the boy was dragging the limp form of the man with him. Lukas groaned inwardly; he supposed he'd have to help now. Kneeling down in the boat, he reached for the dead weight of a human being Sigurður was struggling to lift up to him and hefted the man into the boat, unfortunately getting water everywhere. He stopped to examine the body for a second before clicking his tongue with disapproval and turning back to pull the teen into the boat as well, but to his surprise the young male refused his offered hand and gave him a dirty look instead. Geez, this is what he got for trying to be helpful. Fine, then, lillebror, he mused in his head, I'd love to see you climb into the boat all by yourself, without my help. Now irritated, the blond sat back to watch the first, second, and third attempts Sig made to clamber over the side and into the safety of the boat with an increasingly smug look. But finally the boy made it over, soaking wet and just as irritated as his brother.
Now came the awkward silence.
Both siblings were too stubborn to break it yet both waiting for the other to say something first. Lukas was fully prepared to do this all night, but yet again, Sig had other plans. Not even bothering to dry himself off with one of the towels stashed nearby, he moved to kneel over the still unconscious man and checked his pulse. He was still alive, but barely. It was a good thing the teen was trained for this.
Ignoring the water dripping from his bangs and down his face, he placed both hands on the man's chest and began pumping. Hopefully this would work.