He didn't expect it.

No one expected it.

What with his level of talent, the only person to land a quadruple jump in his last year in the finals. Many would argue his skills would be on par with his own coach and rival.

Katsuki Yuuri: Winner of the Second place medal of the Grand Prix final in Russia. Simultaneously he beat world renown figure skater Viktor Nikiforov's record by quite notable points. The world did not expect it, he for sure did not expect it, but the moment it hit; he for sure had shown how he was the most proud. Viktor Nikiforov cried in elated glee that Yuuri Katsuki, his pupil, his love, beat his record. Even if he did not land that gold spot.

As promised with Yuuri, Viktor had grabbed his skates from retirement. Feeling the wind in his hair as he glides on the smooth surface. Surely ironic for him at the moment, because it became the thing that made him so lonely and vulnerable. Before he met Yuuri, he never had felt so...lifeless. Ice skating had lost meaning to him, being buried under the gold medals, the constant praises, the fake congratulatory smiles. For sure, until he met Yuuri, the night the spark had returned when Yuuri asked him to be his coach. Albeit he did act under intoxication, however, he could feel the same electricity he felt when he stood on the ice for the first time in his life. Yuuri had so much potential, that he had to unlock. And along the way he did, but along the way he had unlocked the ice in his heart along too.

Now in the present he skates with more energy than ever before. Now he has determination on his side to win back his record, but not just for that. But so he could also rub it in his fiancées face at the Grand Final. He grinned just as he finished landing a complicated spin, his skates scratching the surface of the ice on contact. Just a few feet away on the bleachers, a very excited Yuuri bounced in his seat as a sound equivalent of a squeal escaped him. Viktor could only chuckle as he went up to the stands, wiping his hair from his face.

"Come on Yuuri, you've seen me do way more impressive acts in the past." He said, as he fixed up his shirt. Yuuri whined a bit as he adjusted his glasses, staring up with his big eyes. Viktor always loved Yuuri's eyes, big, and so full of confidence just before he stepped onto the ice.

"Well I think everything you do is impressive. Besides, just the thought of you coming back on the ice again makes my heart flutter." Yuuri said bringing a big smile on his face. Every sweet word that spilled from that boy's lips was enough to make the cold Russian melt in his place. His eyes sparkled as he tackled the small boy in a bear hug.

"Awww Yuuri, you're so cute! Well I can't say no to my number one fan and supporter can I?" He asked as he rubbed his cheek against Yuuri's, who in turn let out several loud whines.

"Ah, Viktor careful! You're gonna make us topple off the bench!" Yuuri scolded, but Viktor didn't heed his words, but he relaxed. Still keeping a hold on Yuuri's form in silence. The cold air of the ice sat in silence among them as they gazed at it longingly. Yuuri leaned back into Viktor, letting a soft smile cross his face.

"You know I mean it. I want to experience new things on the ice with you. Not just as my coach, but as my rival. I want to know so much more about you." Yuuri said quietly letting the hand that held his ring, a symbol for both of them, come up and caress Viktor's arm. Viktor let a little hearty chuckle, moving his face lower he let a little, soft kiss on Yuuri's temple. Yuuri never failed to blush when Viktor made an action when he least expected it.

"I know lyubov moya* don't worry. I'll show much more action then I have in the past few months." Viktor said with a wink, and laughing loudly as Yuuri blushed a full red. He escaped to the ice before Yuuri could knock his head. Still with a blush, Yuuri watched as Viktor skated elegantly on the ice. Sending suggestive signals through the actions of his expression. Yuuri could only sigh but let a wide smile appear as well. Yes his chest would always become light because of Viktor, the ice, their time together.

Yes, the time they spent together would be the moment they cherish the most.

Because they didn't expect it.

No one expected it.

When a sudden slip of the foot caused them both to nearly lose it. Over the gasps and screams, Viktor could not hear but only see with wide eyes. See a mix of solid and liquid, red and white, and his lover sprawled on the ice.

The moment he could feel the ice give way into cold water.

*lyubov moya=my love in Russian. I think. I might've messed up the translation.