Supa Strikas One-shots ⚡❤️

Aurora Escapades

Sometimes the coolest adventures come with a chill—and a little chaos ❄️✨
-North Shaw

Word count: 924 words

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The Supa Strikas players shuffled out of their team bus, bundled in heavy winter gear that made them look more like snowmen than athletes. North Shaw, their perpetually grinning defender, stood at the front, balancing on a block of ice like it was a surfboard.

"Welcome, bros, to Glacier Grande! Home of epic ice, killer views, and—drumroll, please—our rad holiday adventure!"

Dancing Rasta raised an eyebrow. "North man, are you sure this is a good idea? We’ve got a match in two days, and I’d rather not explain to Coach why we’re all stuck in an ice crevasse."

North waved a gloved hand dismissively. "C’mon, Rasta, where’s your sense of adventure? Trust me, I scoped this place out online. It's safe as houses! Plus, I heard there’s a killer spot to watch the northern lights tonight."

Twisting Tiger tightened his scarf. "You mean to tell us you planned this entire trip based on a Google search?"

"Totally! Now, let’s shred some ice!"

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The team reluctantly followed North, their boots crunching against the snow. Klaus was the first to slip on a patch of ice, landing flat on his back with a dramatic "Oof!"

"Careful, dudes! Ice is slippery," North said cheerfully, as if it wasn’t obvious.

The group made their way across the glacier, marveling at the sparkling walls of blue ice surrounding them. Cool Joe took out his smartphone (yes, he has a smartphone now), snapping selfies and narrating for his followers.

“Yo, yo, yo! It’s your boy Cool Joe, chillin’—literally—with the squad in Ice Wonderland!”

Meanwhile, Shakes and El Matador bickered over the best route to the top of the glacier.

"I’m telling you, we should take the trail on the left," Shakes argued.

"But the right is faster! And my legs are freezing, amigo!" El Matador whined, hopping from foot to foot.

Unbeknownst to them, North was already ahead, leading the way with the enthusiasm of someone who had watched too many nature documentaries. Unfortunately, his carefree attitude soon led to disaster.

"Uh, North," Tiger called out, "you might want to check the map again."

North turned, grinning. "Nah, dude, I got this!"

Suddenly, the ground beneath him groaned ominously.

"Uh-oh," North muttered.

The glacier gave way, and North disappeared into a crevasse with a yell.

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"North!" Shakes sprinted toward the edge, skidding to a stop just in time to see North dangling from a narrow ledge, clinging to his ice pick.

"Don’t worry, guys! I’m totally fine," North called up, though his voice wavered slightly. "Just… enjoying the view from down here!"

Dancing Rasta crouched by the edge, peering down. "Man, you’re lucky this wasn’t deeper. Hold on, we’ll pull you up."

El Matador crossed his arms. "I knew this would happen. This is why I don’t do nature. Nature is dangerous!"

"El Matador," Rasta said sharply, "stop complaining and help!"

The team quickly formed a human chain, with Blok anchoring them at the top. Shakes reached down, grabbing North’s wrist and heaving him back to safety.

"Thanks, bro," North said sheepishly, dusting snow off his jacket. "Guess I got a little carried away."

"You think?" Tiger said dryly. "Maybe next time, you check the ice before walking on it."

"Lesson learned," North promised, flashing his trademark grin.

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After the scare, the team decided to take things slower, sticking to marked trails. North made up for his earlier blunder by cracking jokes and pointing out interesting ice formations.

"Check it out! That one looks like a penguin doing yoga," he said, gesturing to a chunk of ice.

"Uh, North," Cool Joe replied, "I think you hit your head in that fall."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group finally reached a plateau overlooking the glacier. The sky turned a deep indigo, and the first flickers of green and purple danced across the horizon.

"The northern lights!" Shakes exclaimed, his breath visible in the frigid air.

The players fell silent, mesmerized by the celestial display. Waves of color rippled through the sky, painting the landscape in an otherworldly glow. Even El Matador, usually the loudest of the bunch, was speechless.

"This… this is incredible," Tiger murmured.

North clapped a hand on Rasta’s shoulder. "Told you it’d be worth it, bro!"

Rasta smiled. "You got lucky, North. But I have to admit, this view… it’s something else, man."

Cool Joe set up his camera, capturing the moment. "This is going straight to the 'Cool Joe’s Greatest Hits' collection."

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As the lights continued to dance, the team huddled together for warmth, passing around thermoses of hot chocolate. Klaus started singing a German folk song, his voice surprisingly pleasant.

"Wow, Klaus," El Matador said, "for once, you’re not hurting my ears."

"Thank you!" Klaus beamed.

The group laughed, the earlier tension melting away. They shared stories, teased each other, and even got El Matador to attempt sledding down a small hill—though he ended up face-first in the snow.

By the time they made their way back to the bus, the players were exhausted but happy.

"See, guys?" North said as they boarded. "Told you this would be an epic holiday adventure."

Shakes shook his head, smiling. "You’re lucky we didn’t lose you to the glacier, North."

"Eh, just another day in the life of North Shaw, dude!"

As the bus drove away, the northern lights shimmered in the rearview mirror, a reminder of the team’s unforgettable journey.

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Hope you liked this oneshot guys ❤️❤️❤️

-Willow