He wants in, he wants out, he wants the antidote. He stands in front of the mirror with a net, hoping to catch something.
...
Everything is much better from there.
Tommy and Wilbur go out on the ice after dinner more often than not, and eventually Tommy learns the correct way to hold a hockey stick and shoot on-goal and Wilbur learns what a three turn is and how to do one.
Being on the ice with Wilbur is actually fun. It's so easy to just be when Tommy is around him. He makes everything so relaxed. Even when Tommy makes an obvious mistake, all Wilbur does is laugh, and not in a rude way either- just joyous. Happiness is so easy for Wilbur, it's awe-inspiring.
Slowly, Tommy becomes not only a fixture at his side, but also his team's. He finds himself walking at Technoblade's side, with his shaking hand safe in the man's steady ones, he finds himself with Quackity's jacket laid over his shoulders, keeping him warm when he shivers, he finds himself with George at his back like some kind of bodyguard, looking out for any sign of his coach coming around the corner.
Slowly but surely, he realizes that they would never hurt him. Never. Not purposefully like some would.
And Tommy, half asleep with his head on Wilbur's lap in a window alcove the man found for Tommy to rest in, finally says, "I think I'd like to try playing hockey."
"Hm?" Wilbur goes, distracted even though all he's doing is watching Tommy breathe.
"With the team." Tommy clarifies. He's a bit nervous, but recognition enters Wilbur's expression quickly.
"Oh. Oh!" He smiles. "You'd want to practice a bit of hockey with them- oh, that's great Tommy!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he nods, then reaches down and brushes a gentle thumb against Tommy's hairline. Tommy's eyes close. He feels so at peace. "They'd love that. They love-"
He stops. Tommy opens his eyes, and sees Wilbur watching him with a weird expression on his face. Eyes wide and watery, but gentle. So, so gentle. Tommy doesn't know what it means.
"They love what, Wil?"
Wilbur breathes. "Hockey," he manages. "They love hockey. I love hockey. And- and they'll love playing it with you."
Tommy relaxes, closes his eyes again. "Ice hockey players." He mumbles affectionately. "You and your sticks."
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Icing Those Hurts (NOT MY STORY. READ DISC)
Fiksi PenggemarTommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders ca...
