Initially, competing in the Ice Challenge had seemed like a good idea. There wasn't quite as much at stake as there was in the Grand Prix, and Victor had used it as a way to push Yuuri even more out of his comfort zone. And, throughout the competitions leading up to the one in Graz, Austria, Yuuri's full faith had been put into his husband.

That faith wavered as he watched Victor stare blankly at a map in the airport for ten minutes.

"I…think the rink is this way," he finally said, pointing vaguely toward his left.

Yuuri's faith broke completely. "Do you not know?" he asked, voice sharp with concern.

Victor immediately sent his husband a wounded look. "Do you not trust me, Золотце?"

Yuuri blinked once, then twice, then pushed up his glasses to rub his eyes. "Oh my god, you don't know…" Before Victor could argue, he puffed out a breath. "It's fine. It's…we'll be fine. I'll just use my phone…"

Yuuri let out another long breath as he pulled out his phone. He'd just pull up the map and…

クソ.

His phone was dead.

This deep breath was a little shakier, but Yuuri did his best to keep it together even though he was fairly certain his stomach was currently at his feet. He turned back to Victor, ignoring his husband's continued pout.

"Let me see your phone." His stomach—still in his feet—flipped as Victor's look suddenly grew sheepish. "You don't have your phone?"

"I…might have realized on the plane that I left it at home. But we're only here for—"

"What kind of international athletic superstar leaves his phone at home?!" Yuuri gripped his head as his chest tightened painfully, then forced out a breath. "Okay. Okay. Can you ask for directions?"

Victor frowned. "I don't speak German."

"You don't—you speak five languages!"

"I only speak four, but I'm flattered you think—"

"Chris is Swiss!"

"French Swiss."

Yuuri stared hard at Victor for a moment, then gripped his head again. "Okay. Okay. So we won't be able to find the rink and then I won't be able to practice and then we won't be able to find the hotel because it's near the rink and then I'll be too tired to compete but I won't be able to compete anyway because we won't find the rink and—"

"Yuuri."

Yuuri was abruptly cut off as warm hands cupped his face. He swallowed and met Victor's warm blue eyes.

"We'll get to the rink." He kissed Yuuri's forehead soothingly. "I'd be a colossal failure of a coach if I couldn't get my skater where he needed to be." He pulled back and gave Yuuri a wink. "We'll just use my trick to get around. It always works."

Despite the worry still gnawing in his stomach, Yuuri managed a small smile. "Okay." He pulled Victor closer, pressing their foreheads together as he let out one last, long breath. "Okay. I trust you. Let's use your trick."

Victor's "trick," as it turned out, was simply turning his charm up to eleven, tilting his head to evoke a definite "lost puppy" look, and hold up a paper with the name of the rink. There was a lot of pointing, a lot of nodding, and a lot of retracing steps. But Yuuri steadfastly followed Victor, no matter what doubts popped into his head.

And then, the miracle happened.

They managed to find themselves at Eisstadion Liebenau.

Victor waved triumphantly toward the stadium, a wide, sunny smile on his face. "You see? I told you it'd work!"

Yuuri couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of him. "Yes. Yes, you did." He looked up at his husband warmly, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I knew I could trust you."

Victor preened at the kiss, then pulled Yuuri toward the doors. "Come on, you still have plenty of practicing to do! Your side of the medal shelf is still awfully empty."

Yuuri laughed, letting himself be pulled. "So that really works every time? What you did back there?"

"Of course." Victor turned back to give his husband a wink. "How do you think I found the onsen?"