A/N This fic may be rather unconventional, but tell me what you think! I suddenly got inspired to write this idea. Viktor is an interesting character and I wanted to explore a possibility of his background.

Viktor considered himself a delightful actor. He had to be, in order to please the crowds. If he was honest with his thoughts and emotions 24/7, he was fairly certain his only fan would be his dog Makkachin, and in that he wasn't even entirely sure. Not that he thought anything offensive, it's just more often than not (especially after a competition) he'd have to hold back a sarcastic comment to a fan or a biting remark to a news reporter, when he'd rather just be alone. When his bed or bath tub was calling to him, and he was stuck at a meet n' greet or at a news station, was when his irritation would boil up and steadily rise behind his polite smiles. But he supposed that's apart of the profession; getting interviews and signing autographs. Constant lack of privacy. He got used to it quickly enough - didn't mean he liked it at all that much.

But Yuri could always tell somehow, if there was something weighing on his mind, even if Viktor thought he was hiding it quite successfully.

"Hey Viktor, are you okay?" Yuri asked, sitting directly across from Viktor in the small cafe they were in, sipping on some hot chocolate.

"Ah, it's nothing Yuri, please don't worry," Viktor assured, knowing Yuri had enough on his own to worry about with the Grand Prix Finals - Viktor didn't need to add more stress to that.

"Please tell me, you've been off all day." Yuri said softly as he set his now empty cup aside, wiping up some hot chocolate that must've spilled over.

"I don't want to stress you before your big day."

"You won't stress me out!" Yuri paused and glanced outside the window, seemingly noticing the rainfall that had been going on for the past few minutes, before looking back at the Russian, "If anything, you not telling me will stress me out more."

Viktor could attest to that, as Yuri, more often than not, does much more poorly in events if he had something on his mind, and Viktor didn't want to be his downfall. If anything he wanted to be a resource of help, something to build Yuri up. He wanted to be the reason he succeeded. He flitted his eyes upwards to meet Yuri's, "It's my mother's birthday today."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"I haven't spoken to her in several years." Viktor said into his own cup of coffee, trying to act as nonchalant about it as he could, as if his lack of communication with his mother didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Why haven't you? Did something happen?" Yuri asked, meeting eyes with Viktor curiously.

"We disagreed on my career path, and she told me the fame was going to my head, and we stopped talking at that point." Viktor wasn't one to be candid, especially about his history with his family, but he felt he could trust Yuri. Especially with those kind brown eyes he had loved since the beginning. Yuri was someone he thought anyone could trust, and he felt so lucky that they confided in each other the most, which meant that not only did he trust Yuri but that Yuri trusted in him as well.

Yuri reached his hands across the table and took Viktor's gloved hands into his, gently stroking his thumb against the side of Viktor's hands; a comforting gesture that Viktor found very sweet and innocent. "You should call her," Yuri suggested, with a small frown on his face, "because even if you both are mad, she probably misses you by now."

Viktor smiled and promised he'd call her before the night was over, not even sure if he had her number any more. They continued on their previous subject on tomorrow's routine until well after their drinks were gone, and then they left to go do some errands together, despite the torrential downpour outside. Thankfully, the market was only down the street, so with nearby awnings from different stores and Yuri's tiny umbrella, they barely managed to stay dry.

Many hours after returning from their outing, while Yuri had decided to make dinner, Viktor figured this would be an ideal time to call his mother. So he thumbed through his phone contacts until he reached her number that he was surprised he still even had, and hesitantly dialed, not even thinking it would go through. Surprisingly, it did.

"Hello, you have reached the Nikiforov residence. Who is this?" Ouch, she must've deleted his number then.

"This is Viktor." He said softly, almost hoping he wouldn't have been heard. For a second he really thought the line went dead, and whoever on the other side must've hung up, until he heard some noise through the silence, and someone talking in the background.

"Viktor, is that you?" It was his mother speaking now, having taken the phone from whoever originally responded, and he felt a familiar bitterness grow inside of him. He felt the urge to hang up as soon as he heard her voice, but he decided against it. Yuri would probably scold him for doing that.

"Yes, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." He looked over and saw that Yuri had entered the room, with such a ridiculously patterned apron on, that if his mother wasn't on the line he would've laughed at.

There was silence for a moment, then she spoke in a quiet voice, "Thank you son." There was a pause before she slowly said, "Maybe you should come visit me again soon. We have things to talk about." What she wanted to talk about, he didn't know, but the conversation lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, so Viktor said his goodbye and hung up, setting his phone aside.

"How'd it go with her?" Yuri asked, making Viktor forget he had been speaking in Russian which Yuri still only knew the very very basics of (thanks to Viktor teaching him).

"Well enough," Viktor said, getting up to go over to Yuri, who had his arms crossed over his Makkachin-patterned apron, to match his phone case* (which was what Yuri explained). He wrapped his arms around Yuri, simply to hold him close, soon feeling Yuri uncross his arms to return the gesture. "Thank you for making me call her, I wouldn't have done it otherwise." Yuri nodded against him, and they stayed like that for awhile.

They got on with their dinner with one of Yuri's culinary masterpieces of some warm soup and rice (Viktor wasn't even being sarcastic - it was genuinely delicious). Afterwards, they read next to each other until both of them decided it was getting a little late, and they needed to get a good nights rest for the big day tomorrow.

As they laid in bed later that night, Yuri softly snoring into his pillow, Viktor wondered what it'd be like if he was still close with his mother. If he had followed her decision for him to cut his career off and go to college, what his life would be like. He thought he'd probably would have never met Yuri, which made his heart contract in a painful way, and he was glad he went off on his own and disregarded her. As he ran a hand through Yuri's soft black hair, moonlight illuminating his peaceful face, he thought him separating from his mom was supposed to happen, otherwise this direction in life would've never occurred.

So, silently, he thanked his mother for that and although hours away, he wished her a good night and a happy birthday and fell asleep.

A/N

So how was it? I apologize if it was OOC, since we have never really seen Viktor opening up about his personal life (also I rather like the spelling of Viktor instead of Victor for him, so I think I'll stick to that from now on), so let me know and please please review what you thought of it!
Also if you have any fic ideas or prompts let me know, if anyone has suggestions or plot ideas they went written just comment it :).

*Oh yeah, Yuri has a phone case of Makkachin, (I'm presuming Makkachin!) it's so cute, it was showed in episode ten.