Viktor had a complicated relationship with ice. Since the tender age of 5 he had been captivated by the beauty of it and how it felt beneath him as his skates glide across the rink. It made him feel weightless, effortless, it made him feel free. As he grew older his talents on the ice were recognized and that's how Yakov Feltsmen, thought of as one of the best figure skating coaches in Russia, took him under his wing so to speak and helped showcase Viktor's talent and his passion, winning him gold medals and breaking world records. Viktor felt on top of the world, and nothing could ever compete with his love for the ice and his drive to compete.
Then, he had met Yuuri Katsuki and his love for ice expanded in a way he thought impossible. Yuuri was… different, and by different he meant he has superpowers, more specifically, he had ice powers. He was an anxious and timid boy at first but Viktor was instantly enchanted by his warm eyes and his smile and when he used his powers, well, Viktor had never seen anything as beautiful in the whole world.
"Hey, watch it!" Viktor is startled out his daydreaming as a disgruntled man rubs his shoulder and glares at him for bumping into him. Viktor mumbles a sorry and continues on down the street to his destination. He shakes his head to try and stop thoughts of Yuuri, it's been years he needs to let go. Then again how can you not think of such a beautiful person like Yuuri Katsuki? This was the argument he had had going round in his head for too long and is the reason for his late night outing right now. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, it's dangerous and stupid and will just end up hurting but he can't help himself.
He rounds the corner to a small familiar alley which is known for some dodgy dealings or other criminal activities and yes it's stupid to wonder here alone but he knows he will be safe because he hears a certain hero takes care of criminals around these parts. He slows his steps as he hears a struggle and suddenly a blast of bright white ice hits a well-built man in the shoulder causing him to drop his gun as he cries out in pain. Another blast freezes his and his companion's legs and arms while a beautiful laugh fills the air and travels all the way down to Viktor's spine as well as flashbacks of hearing that laugh so often floods his mind.
"Honestly this is too easy, it's like you guys don't even try anymore." The voice says with the remains of humor in its tone and Viktor can't wait any longer, it's like a magnetic pull, guiding him out of the shadows into view of the 3 men.
"Maybe they haven't had the best coach in Heroes and Villains 101" Viktor says softly with a smirk on his face. The ice blaster's whole body tenses and takes a second before he turns around and he is met with those warm brown eyes which are visible through the mask he wears. His eyes always flood with emotions which Viktor learnt to read so long ago. Right now, he sees a mixture of shock, happiness and then hurt and pain in that order.
"Viktor" He says breathlessly "W-what are you doing here?" His shoulders are tense and his eyes are to the floor, until he looks back up with confusion and a hint of pain. It physically hurts Viktor to see these emotions cross him; he should never feel like that, especially because of Viktor.
"I was just in the neighbourhood, heard noises so I came to check it out." Viktor replies and the man in front of him let out a huff and a slight smile appears on his face.
"Of course you did. You never could stay out of trouble." The masked hero says as his body seems to inch closer to Viktor unconsciously. Viktor steps closer until he can feel the other man's body heat.
"Well I guess it's a good thing I've got a hero then isn't it?" He smiles softly. They are both so close now that Viktor can feel his breath on his face. The other man doesn't respond, and they are stuck staring into each other's eyes for what feels like hours. He sees the moment the other man seems to be brought back to reality and before he can move away, Viktor gently holds on to his suit covered arm.
"Yuuri…" He whispers very quietly, one to maintain Yuuri's identity from the criminals a few feet away but mostly because finally holding onto him and being able to whisper his name is just something Viktor needs. Yuuri looks at Viktor with such hesitation and fear it hurts his soul but the longer he holds onto Yuuri, he begins to see a glimmer of hope flicker in his eyes. Yuuri reaches up his hand so slowly towards Viktor's face and with the faintest touch places it on his cheek. Viktor leans into his hand and closes his eyes with a spark of hope flaring into his chest. Suddenly it is replaced by a burning, a burning so cold it feels hot and it spreads through his veins and he tries everything not to cry out. He knows though, that the pain has physically manifested in the form of his veins bulging out and his lips so blue and Yuuri removes his hand so quickly with a gasp. The icy pain resides immediately, only to be replaced by the breaking of his heart yet again. Yuuri's eyes are filled with tears as he takes a large step back away from Viktor. He reaches for Yuuri to bring him close again.
"DON'T!" Yuuri shouts as he moves his arm out of Viktor's grasp. Viktor swallows down the sob that is about to break its way through and nods. "I-I have to go. Please Viktor, just- just let me go." Yuuri's voice breaks on the last word and he turns around and grabs the two men and transports them with his ice down the alley and out of Viktor's sight for what might be the last time. Viktor's lets out a shaky breath and leans against the alley wall and lets the tears fall freely. He hates the ice.
