Right so I had already posted part one of this in a separate document ('You Do, I Don't') about a year ago, but I wanted to have parts one and two as their own separate fic- so here it is (with some minor changes to part one). Really sorry that it took so long to write part two.

So wow. It has been a really long time, and for that I apologise. Work has been crazy this year (it's my last year of school before it's off to university (hopefully)). So yeah, Shadowhunters! I watched 2.08 yesterday (really loving the new special effects- SO MUCH BETTER than season one, thank goodness) and all the Malec we've been getting recently- whoop! So here is the entirety of that ice skating date- (although I could be convinced to write a part three where they return to the loft...) I actually wrote the draft for part two like a year ago so it's a bit rusty, but I thought I finally needed to post it because it's been sitting there forever.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to message me whenever, I'll even take prompts if there is something else you want to see happen! I'm 'the . shadowhunted ' on Instagram so come say hi.
-Ivy

The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon by the time Magnus finally made it out of his apartment. The rays cast a soft, rich glow onto the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance. He had always wondered why the mundanes called this time of day the 'golden hour'. Now he understood, but then again that may be because the colour held more meaning for him now. He smiled, thinking of a certain person in a certain tux.

He was thinking of dropping by at the hospital to see his friend Catarina, a warlock who had decided to work as a nurse in the mundane world. He hadn't seen her in some time and believed a social visit was in order.

Magnus could portal anywhere he wanted to. But he didn't. He enjoyed walking around the city, especially at this time of day, as afternoon turned into evening. Brooklyn was such a busy place usually. He enjoyed the stillness and calm that seemed to wash over the city just before night came. When it was dark, it was a completely different story. He had only walked two blocks when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He drew it out, surprised to see that it was a text from Alexander. He hadn't expected to hear from his Shadowhunter; he thought he was out on patrol.

He opened the message up.

Meet me 5:30 at Central Park- Alec

Magnus smiled at the fact he put his name after every text message, as if he didn't expect to have a place in Magnus's contact list. He wondered what had happened, what could be so urgent. It was only 5:25 now, which didn't leave him much time to get there. He ducked into a side alley off of the main street and quickly conjured a portal and glamoured himself. He stepped into and through the swirling vortex. It closed quickly behind him with a snap.

When his feet stepped out onto solid ground again, he looked around him quickly, trying to find the group of Shadowhunters he had become familiar with over the last few weeks; Clary and her fiery locks, Izzy and her unnervingly high heels, Jace with his stubborn gaze (a face he felt like slapping at times, but he'd leave that to Clary). And Alec. Well, there would be no mistaking anyone else for him. Crowds moved around, groups of students, people in suits, all on their way back home. He was starting to get ever so slightly worried at the lack of black gear.

But then he saw him. Alexander, leaning casually against a metal railing, surveying the area, people watching. He was wearing mundane clothes, and Magnus had to admit he had done a pretty good job of blending in. He was wearing a dark green sweater and jeans, his hair as beautifully scruffy as ever. He wasn't glamoured either, Magnus noticed. His runes were only partially covered, the black lines peeking out from under his clothes. Girls and boys alike were walking past him, throwing appreciative glances, but much to Magnus's amusement Alec either didn't notice this or was just simply uninterested. That was one of the things Magnus really liked about him; he didn't realise just how gorgeous he really was. And he was alone. Magnus decided to watch him for a couple of minutes. Not in a creepy way, he told himself, but in an 'I'm looking at a piece of art that I could look at all day' way. Yeah, he admitted to himself, he was somewhat besotted.

Every so often he would glance down at his phone and then look around expectantly. Magnus was glamoured. Alexander wouldn't be able to see him. He decided to have a bit of fun, the situation clearly wasn't life or death, which it had been on occasion. He crossed the street quickly. People avoided him; there was something in the magic that naturally repelled them, so they instinctually made space or walked around him. He walked until he saw stood a couple of paces away from Alec, leaning against the railing next to him. He took out his phone and typed a quick message.

I like the sweater- M

Alec's phone gave a chime and he looked down at the message on the screen. Seeing that it was from Magnus he smiled. It lit up his face. Magnus liked that he was one of the chosen few who could make him happy like that.

"Okay, I know you're here somewhere. Stop making me look like an idiot talking to myself and- you know? Appear?"

He got a few odd glances at that. It didn't look like he really cared.

Magnus reached out and grabbed his hand. Alec jumped at that, turning quickly in the direction of where Magnus was standing.

"Okay, I still can't see you. I can feel you-" he blushed a charming shade of red at that.

Magnus sighed and dragged him around the corner to where they couldn't be seen by the entire street.

"Magnus where are you go- what are you doing?" Alec asked, a little flustered.

When he had checked that the coast was clear, Magnus lifted the glamor from himself and dropped Alec's hand, giving him some space. He didn't want to rush him.

"Couldn't very well reveal myself suddenly to hordes of New Yorkers now could I? Invisible one second and there the next."

Alec noticed faintly that Magnus's hair was still tinged red on the ends. He didn't know whether the warlock had done it intentionally or not, but that red was the exact same shade as the ends of his arrows.

"No, sure- I- wasn't really thinking," he stumbled over his words. Again.

Magnus just smiled at him. "You wanted to see me?"

"Um, yeah, " he said, hesitant at first, but then it all just came tumbling out, "Basically-iwasjustwondering-whetheryouwantedto-goonlikeadate-now-withme-centralpark? "

"Okay, what I got from that was Central Park."

"Yes."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Well, I guess with everything that's been happening recently. You know- how you were saying that there is never not going to be a war. Well, I thought we could. Maybe. Go on another date. One where I don't ask overly awkward questions or make the mistake of thinking you are bad at pool when obviously you wouldn't be-"

Magnus holds up a single finger to stop his rambling. Alec smiles. They start walking, no real destination in mind.

"Anyway- I was thinking it would be nice. If we," he gestured between the two of them.

"You know what, I have nothing planned" Magnus said, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh. Great. Yes. I should have checked first. Sorry"

"Alexander," Magnus grinned.

"Yes?" Alec sounded relieved.

"What did you have in mind? Nice romantic stroll through the trees?"

Alec blushed again but smiled, a little shy.

"No- I was thinking more along the lines of Ice Skating?"

They were walking under a couple of trees on the main street when Magnus stopped suddenly.

"You can ice skate!?" Magnus asked.

He hadn't expected shadowhunters to have hobbies outside of their work. Hadn't expected that they ever went out to have fun. Teach him to make assumptions.

"I- a little bit? I used to go with Izzy and Jace every Christmas" Alec said, confused, "Can't you?"

Now it was Magnus's turn to look embarrassed.

"You haven't have you? Been ice skating, that is?" Alec looked shocked now, if not a little bit pleased with himself.

They had started walking again, occasionally brushing shoulders, brushing hands, sending little sparks into each others bones. They were quiet again for some time. It was a comfortable silence, though, not awkward in the slightest, which Alec might have thought it would be. The streetlamps were beginning to come on, people coming out in drips and drabs to experience the night life of New York.

"Once," Magnus said," with Catarina, a friend of mine. It was… a long time ago. And not an experience I really want to repeat. Nor one I could ever forget," he said, wincing.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. We don't have to go-"

"No," Magnus said quickly, "I want to. That other time- we were."

To Alec's surprise he started laughing.

"Okay. I'll be honest. It was my first time on the ice, but Caterina didn't know that. I'd told her that I'd been before, that I'd actually competed in the mundane Olympics several years earlier. This was, of course, a lie. It was a small ice rink, more like a lake really, frozen over. It was in Russia. In the 1940s if I recall correctly. Tessa came out to visit us, and I think Ragnor may have been there too-" his eyes glazed over with the memory, but he seemed to shake it off. "I decided, as I was such an amazing, professional figure skater, that I would- That I would try a butterfly jump. We were very competitive back then"

Alec looked at him with wide eyes. "And-"

"And I was in hospital for weeks. Well, I say hospital. I was bed-bound by Catarina, who is a nurse now in New York by the way, and forced to watch Laurel and Hardy, on repeat, for three whole weeks. THREE WHOLE WEEKS, Alexander. Of Laurel and Hardy. Do you know what that does to a man's mental state? To his soul?"

Alec looked at him with humour in his eyes. They looked more green today, like the colour of leaves as they just begin to change for autumn. He could lose himself in those eyes.

"I can only imagine."

"You have no idea who Laurel and Hardy are do you?"

"Not in the faintest."