#if it isnt clear this is between the sochi banquet and worlds (where yuuri skates viktors stammi)

[katsukifatale]

What would you write under the title "You've Got to be Kidding Me"?

“how long has this been going on?” mila asks.

“dunno, but it’s weird and it needs to stop,” yuri grouses.

“aw, yura! it’s sweet that you’re so concerned about your mentor -”

“shut up hag!”

“- or maybe i should say hero? hm.”

yuri spits in anger and shoves at mila, who shoves back, and georgi just sort of edges away from the impending disaster at the edge of the boards. on the ice the subject of all their attentions is skating compulsory figures, his silver head bowed in thought, not paying a lick of attention to his rinkmates. 

yura is right though, the whole thing is weird. viktor has never had the patience or the attention span for figures, always wanting to dive right into his routines with a flourish. georgi can’t remember a time when viktor did them voluntarily.

to his right yura shouts something and mila laughs triumphant. georgi rolls his eyes. since he’s the only mature person in the rink right now he figures it’s up to him to decipher viktor’s strange mood.

“viktor,” he says once he gets close enough. viktor doesn’t even look up, doesn’t stop. yeah, something is most certainly not right here.

“viktor,” he tries again, “are you okay? is this about -- about the banquet --?”

this must’ve been the right thing to say, because suddenly viktor sheds his dejection and explodes with motion. his hands tug gently at the fringe of hair that hangs in front of his eye and georgi gets the feeling that he’d be pacing if he wasn’t on the ice (on the ice, it’s more like gliding).

“he wears glasses georgi!” he cries.

“i -- what?” even mila and yura have stopped their bickering to stare at them.

“i’ve seen some of his programs on youtube and i think his step sequences might be better than mine! mine!”

“viktor --”

“he is literally the most perfect creature i have ever laid eyes on and it makes me angry that he’s so perfect! like, how do i even deal with this?”

“he’s lost his mind,” yura mumbles from the boards.

suddenly viktor stops, and his eyes light up and his mouth spreads wide in a grin, and he says, like a sudden epiphany, “i want to marry him.”

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” georgi mumbles, at the same time that yura screeches “what the fuck?!”

"what are you all doing standing around! you’ve got worlds to practice for!” yakov’s sudden bark echoes around the arena, startling all of them into motion.

afterward georgi sees yura slap a thousand rubles into mila’s outstretched palm and laments his misfortune in rinkmates.

@porkcutletbowltrash 

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