A/N: Short medieval au sword fight between viktor and yuuri! They're a tad bit out of character, and there's no smut since i already did a oneshot of smut for them. Hope you enjoy! { @spacehackss }

tsar- a slavic monarch

Sparks shot out as the tip of the broadsword scraped across the long wall, the attack failing miserably in the tight hallway once more. Yuuri Katsuki growled, his chest heaving. Sweat dripped down his forehead, burning the cuts on his eyebrow and cheek. He set his jaw, before releasing a vicious battle cry. He charged in determination, his long, heavy sword dragged behind him screeching against the concrete flooring before he lifted it. He stepped down hard, his strength crushing the rock beneath his foot, before heaving the sword down. Splicing through the air, he cut down maliciously.

Viktor Nikiforov dodged, chuckling mockingly as he darted behind Yuuri, his faerie magic kissing his feet icy blue as he pranced to the side. His eyes were narrowed, a grin still splitting his smug lips. Yuuri's sword split the rock along the blade and even a few feet passed, sending debris flying in all different ways.

"Yuuri-kun, your thoughts are showing." Viktor giggled, holding his arm and sword straight and pointed at the back of Yuuri's neck. Viktor had cleared his view of a corridor where he could properly fight. After all, Yuuri always fought with an incredibly long sabre, wielded with two hands and generally ineffective in small areas, and Viktor used a rapier like most of his race allowing him superior mobility.

"I can't do much about that, now can I?" Yuuri spun around again, their swords clashing. Viktor stumbled back in surprise due to being unable to reinforce his swords defense with his magic at first. Yuuri pushed forward, forcing Viktor into the Court Room, where the Earl held parties or met with large groups of people.

Viktor's eyes were wide, quaking in surprise before he pressed back, the ice of his magic flaring up and engulfing the blade entirely with blue flames. Yuuri flinched, the scorch reaching his fingers at the hilt of his sword. Once more growing confident and cocky, Viktor released one hand from his sword and swiftly flicked Yuuri in his nose. Of course, it wasn't a flirtatious or cutesy thing. Yuuri cried out as he catapulted back, skipping along the now marble floor leaving unappealing craters in his wake before he smashed into the wall, his head tilted back with fresh blood flowing passed his brows.

"Oh, Yuuri-kun, why are we fighting like this?" Viktor said, his voice dramatic and high as if he were some maiden. "How I love you so!"

Yuuri grimaced, the metallic taste of blood gracing his tongue. His eyes shifted around as he formulated his next attack. "You would love thy enemy?" He answered absent minded.

"Oh, why Romeo," Viktor rolled his eyes. "Who said we were enemies?"

Yuuri struggled to push himself off the wall, spitting blood up as he found his feet. He remained hunched over a bit, before lifting his head. "I've been stepped on by everybody, whether they be human or faerie or even myself. Not today, Nikiforov, I will not endure this mistreatment. You're a foreign invader, and I will protect this castle! I'm going to win!" He snarled before sprinting forward. His sword tip skidding along the ground again, spitting small embers off to the sides. However, he swung up from the ground instead of raising it above himself, aiming to remove Viktor's head. The attack was different from before, adding speed and taking away power.

Alas, he still moved to slow for an upper level faerie to have issues. Viktor parried his attack easily, rolling his wrists allowing for a circular movement of his blade that circled Yuuri's, pushing the attack to the side. His blade scraped up the side of Yuuri's broadsword, and Viktor attacked with finality. "Sweet, sweet, Yuuri." He murmured, and a loud thump followed the last syllable. An object rolled to his feet as he watched Yuuri's figure collapse—or so he thought.

The sword blade suddenly pressed against his throat wiped away his obnoxious satisfaction and he realized he stared down at the head of a marble statue. "Humans and their bothersome parlor tricks."

"Indeed, Viktor, indeed." Yuuri gripped his shoulder, pressing against Viktor's back as he hissed in his ear. "Sweet, sweet, Yuuri-kun has defeated you. Although, I'm rather greatful that the statue took the blow. You're quite smart, but you're also strong. Die a good death now, too, why don't you?" He shifted his weight and pulled the blade tighter the Viktor's skin, drawing a long line across it before Viktor spoke calmly.

"Yuuri-kun, don't you think Earl Michele would be rather angry if you killed me?"

The comment made Yuuri stop short, and he could feel the souls inside his enchanted sword moaning in annoyance due to only small amounts of blood beaded against the steel. They ached for more, and Yuuri longed just as much for blood to spill. "You know Earl Michele, faerie?" He spat angrily.

Viktor raised his hand pinching the blade between two fingers before distastefully removing it from his throat, as if he had tried some weird foreign delicacy he found disgusting. "Mm... Yes, I do." He stepped away, grimacing before wiping his hands on his pants. "I really hope this doesn't get infected—I've heard you humans are rather filthy." He mumbled, touching at his neck subconsciously.

"I don't care about your stupid health. Tell me why you're here." Yuuri glared, still rigid and on guard.

"Oh, right—I guess I ought to explain," Viktor sighed, before dropping down to the ground sitting cross-legged. "As you know, the human kingdom of Italy has tragically fallen into the hands of a terrible ruler. He's quite the idiot, yes?"

"Well, JJ has some inabilities, but I don't believe he's unintelligent per say."

"Well," Viktor mocked, "If he's not dumb he's selfish and crazy. You're country has gone bankrupt in a matter of years." He yawned, big and long finishing his point in a slurred afterthought. "Tsar Yurio has sent me, the head of military, to asses these silly affairs. He wishes to support Earl Michele in his pursuit of the crown in opposition of Jean Jacques Leroy, the Frenchman with an illegitimate claim."

"Then why exactly did you attack me?" Yuuri snapped.

"I did not attack you, Yuuri-kun, I simply could not resist those eyes." He mused, rolling forward onto his hands and knees.

"Then why did you try to kill me?" Yuuri asked incredulously, backing away from Viktor, who prowled towards him from the ground. Viktor got on one knee, grabbing Yuuri by the hand. He pressed his lips against Yuuri's knuckle.

"Dearest Yuuri-kun, it was only fair because you tried to kill me." Viktor yanked him down to the floor, Yuuri's sword clattering against the ground as Viktor straddled him. "Now, what do you say we pass a bit of time since the Earl is away from his countryside estate?"

A/N: If it doesn't make sense i ended up writing this in mind if there being like an entire story idk i just kinda happened