A/N

Let's just say they went to Russia at some point, or maybe during the Rostelecom cup, or whenever, and then this happened!

It was so, so cold. Practically the next Ice Age if you were to ask a certain Yuri Katsuki who was entirely unaccustomed to a Russian winter.

"W-why are w-w-we outside again?" Yuri asked through shivers which made his teeth clatter so severely that it was starting to hurt.

"I need to plough the snow out if the driveway," said Viktor, who seemed entirely unaffected by the same weather that made Yuri think if he were to sweat at all, the droplets would turn into tiny icicles. "You know, you don't have to come out here. You can stay inside."

"A-Are you s-sure?" Yuri asked, trying to wiggle his fingers to make sure he didn't succumb to hypothermia.

"Yes, I'll be fine out here." Viktor smiled and walked over to Yuri, taking both of his hands into his own in an attempt to warm up Yuri's hands, which Yuri found very ineffective but sweet nonetheless.

"Okay, I'll b-be inside," Yuri paused to let go of Viktor's hands and instead lean into him, trying to warm up (and steal Viktor's body heat in the process), "Come g-get me if you n-need anything." Viktor nodded and let Yuri go back inside as he returned to ploughing the snow.

As soon as he opened the door, warmth hit him in the face and he stood there for a second, just enjoying how much better it felt in here. Realizing he was letting winter in and cooling the foyer significantly, he shut the door behind him and went upstairs to his and Viktor's room, where the heater was on full-blast. He peeled off his thick jacket, and then his thinner jacket underneath, and pulled off his heavy snow boots, immediately jumping on the bed and wrapping himself under the massive blanket.

He felt like he was in a bath, and for a moment he was almost tempted to get in the actual bath, but just the mere thought of the water becoming tepid or the cold air hitting his skin afterwards made him shrink further into his blanket. Under no circumstance did he desire to be cold right now. Of course that didn't stop Viktor coming in a few minutes later and jumping on the bed, who was practically a negative million degrees!

"Yuri, I'm cold!" Viktor whined, trying in vain to tug the blanket off of Yuri, who was greedily hogging it.

"But not as cold as me..." Yuri mumbled, wincing at Viktor's icy hands that had grazed him as was trying to grapple the blanket off of him.

"Yuri please!" Yuri didn't respond, pretending he had fallen asleep, despite him still holding the blanket in a vice-like grip. "Fine, if you're going to do this the hard way, I'll guess I'll have to take drastic measures." Uh oh. Yuri had a bad feeling about this.

Suddenly, Yuri was launched off the bed onto the carpeted floor with a groan, the blanket having come undone in the process, now half on the floor and half on the bed. "HA! Now I can warm up nicely!" Viktor said, grinning smugly as he pulled the blanket off the floor from under Yuri and completely wrapped himself.

Feeling suddenly much colder, Yuri got up to fight for the blanket only to realize his glasses had fallen somewhere, and now not only was he cold again, but he was now blind to add to the problem. Oh Viktor was so going to pay for this...

"Viktor! I'm going to get hypothermia, I need the blanket!" Yuri cried out as he jumped onto the bed, trying to move Viktor from his spot. But Viktor wouldn't budge. "Please, I'm going to freeze!"

"Sorry Yuri, but I'm the one who ploughed the snow." Viktor said, quietly laughing at Yuri's dismay.

"Fine." Yuri said with a sigh, "I guess I'll just go sleep somewhere else tonight. If there's any other blankets." He sighed and drooped his shoulders. Just as he twisted the knob and started to head downstairs to the much colder living room, where he remembered there being a blanket, he felt something hit his back. He turned around and saw Viktor had thrown a sock at him, and was now staring at him.

"What? Why'd you hit me with a sock?" It actually kind of hurt. It was a fluffy sock too. Either Yuri was getting sensitive or Viktor was stronger than he looked...

"Come over here! I was just kidding around." Viktor had the blanket unwrapped and was now holding it up, as a sort of invitation for Yuri. Yuri rolled his eyes but smiled and walked over the bed, crawling underneath the thick blanket and tucking the edge of the blanket underneath him as soon as he got in. He scooted in closer to Viktor and bit back a yelp when he felt how freezing Viktor still was. He guess Viktor really did need to get warm.

"Oh, I also found this in the blanket." Viktor placed something in Yuri's hand, which Yuri immediately recognized as his glasses and he gratefully slid them back on his face.

"Thanks, must've lost them when you pushed me off." Yuri said, with a slight bit of irritation, letting Viktor wrap an arm around him so they were essentially spooning (Yuri didn't like to admit it, but Viktor was very nice to cuddle - like a tall, graceful puppy).

Viktor nuzzled his head into Yuri's hair, and laughed hot breath into Yuri's neck, making Yuri shiver - this time in a much more pleasant way. "At least I didn't do this." Yuri was momentarily confused when Viktor suddenly pushed away until all of a sudden what he could only describe as a large block of ice slid down his back, making an involuntary shriek erupt from Yuri. He pulled the blanket up and realized no, it was not an ice block but rather Viktor's foot, and in a urge of vengeance he maneuvered himself so he was now sitting on Viktor's foot, which transformed Viktor's mischievous grin into a face of surprise. In a bout of prideful triumph Yuri stuck out his tongue and dearly hoped Viktor wasn't planning on using his other foot as more freezing arsenal.

"Hm, I can never win against you." Viktor said thoughtfully, pushing the blanket Yuri had lifted up back down, and scooted forward so he was cuddling Yuri again. With a bit of a pull he managed to move his foot back down to where it was before (a.k.a. where it would not be touching Yuri), and nuzzled his face back into Yuri's hair.

"You just need to try harder. You could win if you really tried." Yuri said quietly, taking the hand from the arm Viktor had wrapped around him into his own, "if it matters to you that much."

"Yuri," Viktor sighed, smiling into his hair, "I just want you to be happy. Such small matters don't mean very much to me." Yuri couldn't be sure, knowing Viktor had a competitive streak in the ice world, but he decided to drop the topic, and just soak in the warmth of the moment.

Just as Yuri was sure Viktor had fallen asleep, he remembered something. "Hey Viktor?"

"Hmm?" His voice was drowsy. Yuri now felt terrible for waking him and immediately regretted saying anything at all.

"No never mind, just forget it."

"I'm awake now, you can just tell me." The sleepiness was leaving Viktor's voice, so Yuri supposed he might as well just ask.

"Is Makkachin still outside?"

There was a moment of silence before Viktor gasped and got up, slinging the blanket off of him and covering it completely over Yuri. "How could I have forgotten him! I'm such a terrible owner!" Yuri would've offered to let Makkachin in if not for the fact Viktor was already halfway down the stairs before Yuri had even registered Viktor had gotten up. Oh well, more blanket for him.

A/N

I got inspired by how cold it's been this winter over here...even though cold for me is 37 degrees Fahrenheit...I know, I know, I'm a wimp (and also from California so blame it on that).

But anyways, I want to thank those of you that commented, followed and favorited my story, and I really hope you continue to do so! It really makes my day to see that people like my story :) Please let me know what you think, and what you thought of Episode 11! I have a lot of theories that make it less angsty and more hopeful, but who knows ultimately!

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