we were together; i forget the rest
by: tg
summary: It had started out as a fun, casual outing with their Russian rinkmates for Viktor's belated birthday and the completion of both their nationals, and if Yuuri has learned anything in his time in Russia it's that Mila can drink almost anyone under the table. She and Viktor had gone drink for drink for a while, and it had been fun watching Viktor shed his masks and his inhibitions. He'd given up on that eventually, preferring instead to take Yuuri round the waist and lead him into a dance that brought the laughter and the love bubbling up from inside.
warnings: alcohol, stupid confessions
"Yuuri," Mila says with a sharp grin. "Yuuri, your husband is drunk."
Yeah, Viktor is most definitely drunk.
Yuuri himself is just on the other side of tipsiness; he's still a little afraid of the kind of blackout drunkenness that had lead up to his meeting with Viktor, but Viktor has no such compunctions.
It had started out as a fun, casual outing with their Russian rinkmates for Viktor's belated birthday and the completion of both their nationals, and if Yuuri has learned anything in his time in Russia it's that Mila can drink almost anyone under the table. She and Viktor had gone drink for drink for a while, and it had been fun watching Viktor shed his masks and his inhibitions. He'd given up on that eventually, preferring instead to take Yuuri round the waist and lead him into a dance that brought the laughter and the love bubbling up from inside.
Now things are calmer, and Viktor presses all along Yuuri's side and hums, pleased. He's warm and heavy with alcohol and happiness, and Yuuri blushes as his hand smooths insistently over the angle of his hip. He's glad most of the others decided to go home.
"Make sure you take good care of him tonight," she says.
"Don't worry," he tells her. "I will."
Because he will. Viktor has trusted Yuuri to take care of him for the rest of their lives.
That knowledge still steals the breath from Yuuri's lungs when he lets himself rest on it. It's the biggest kind of happiness there is.
Mila gives him a Look, trademarked and copyrighted, and Yuuri blushes harder at the implication; it clearly says, 'that's not what i meant' and 'for someone who can't keep his hands off his husband most days you sure are dense.'
"Ah – um, we – no –"
"Mm Yuuri, so sweet," Viktor slurs, cutting right across his stammering attempt at stringing words together. He rubs his red cheek against Yuuri's hair for a minute before perking up, suddenly energized. "Yuuri! Yuuri Yuuri Yuuri. Yuuri I like your name. Yuuri, I want to marry you."
Mila barks out a laugh and Viktor scrunches his nose up in confusion while Yuuri blushes all the way down his neck and gives his husband a fond smile.
"Viktor, we're already married."
Viktor gives him a look that's a cross between fond and exasperated, like Yuuri is the one who isn't making any sense, and Mila snorts again.
"Shh, i know that, Yuuri. I want to marry you."
"Oh, I – oh," Yuuri says a little breathlessly. He forgets for a moment that Mila exists and turns to his husband, hands coming up to frame Viktor's face. He kisses him hard, and it's sloppy and tastes more like alcohol than like Viktor, but it's familiar and warm and full of love anyway.
He knows what Viktor means, now. Viktor is his life and his love, always. "Yes, let's get married. I want to marry you, Viktor."
"Yuuri! My husband and my future husband!"
Yuuri's stupid, lovesick heart flips and stutters in his chest and his sloppy drunk husband beams and beams.
(Getting up the next morning is a feat.
They somehow manage to shower and dress themselves and by the time they get to the rink they're both passably human. There are some odd happenings though that Yuuri notices but tries to ignore through his headache; people all over the rink are clustered around their phones looking at something, and then looking up and staring at him and Viktor. Even worse are the looks of disgust (from Yurio, which isn't that unusual all told) and looks of adoration (from Georgi, which is…unsettling).
He doesn't find out what is going on until he and Viktor drag their tired, hungover bodies over the threshold of their apartment and settle in for the evening, scrolling through social media.
"Look!" Viktor says, showing Yuuri a blurry video on his Instagram feed. "I proposed to you last night! And you said yes!"
To Yuuri's abject horror the video of Mila's has 300,000 likes and 77,000 comments.)
