Icy Love~Victor Nikiforov x Reader

Chapter 9- Flight

"Makkachin, behave while I'm gone, ok? Don't you dare steal any steamed buns."

You nearly teared up at the sight of Victor saying goodbye to his poodle. The way that he hugged him and smushed his face was one of the cutest things you've ever seen. You had on a loose navy long sleeve shirt with a brown winter coat over it, zipped up only halfway, along with thick black leggings. You had on your running shoes, and your hair was in a loose ponytail. Yuuri didn't seem to enjoy the sight of the cute goodbyes as much as you were.

"Victor, we're going to miss the flight!" He urged, turning around and walking out of the inn. Victor followed him, but you stayed behind a moment longer to say goodbye to everyone personally.

"I'll see you all later. Girls, stay out of trouble," you leaned down to point your finger at the triplets, but they only smiled innocently.
"Mr. And Mrs. Katsuki, I wish for good business at the inn," you stood back up to face everyone again.
"Yuuko, stay strong with the rink and the girls, and Takeshi, help out your wife, will you?" You said playfully, adding a wink at the end. He only chuckled heartily

"I will (Name), don't worry." He said in his deep voice. You nodded in approval, before turning around and catching up with the boys.

"We're off to Beijing!" You chimed, waving one of your arms widely in goodbye. Yuuri did the same, while Victor did a small finger salute. Everyone cheered their goodbyes, and your smile only grew as you heard Minako yell that she would be right behind you.

And with that, you were off, heading to the airport by taxi. The car ride there wasn't that comfortable, and going through airport customs and such was a pain, but eventually, you were on board the plane. You slumped into your seat, giving a deep sigh as you closed your eyes. You weren't used to doing that much at such an early hour. Yuuri had the same attitude as you, while Victor was looking around like an excited child, taking in the apparently new experience of flying in coach. You had the window seat, Victor was in the middle, and Yuuri was on the outside.

"Wow, I haven't flown in coach in a while. Want to order some champagne?" He said happily. You only opened one eye halfway to look at him drowsily.

"Uh, Victor, can we just get some sleep?" You mumbled. Victor cocked his head to the side.

"I'm surprised you could sleep in such a cramped seat!" He exclaimed. You only grumbled in reply, closing your eyes once again. You were about to fall asleep when you felt the plane rumble. Your eyes shot open, and just like that, you were wide awake. You quickly turned to look out the window, face and hands pressed against it as your face lit up with fascination.

"We're taking off!" You cheered quietly, trying not to disturb the people around you. Victor looked at you with interest, leaning forward to try and look past your shoulder.

"I'm guessing you like the thrill?" He inquired. You didn't turn away from the window, but replied.

"I love it. There's something magical about flying, and taking off is the best part, since you can see the ground getting farther and farther away." You gave a happy sigh.

"I've flown plenty of times before, and I haven't missed a takeoff or landing since my first flight. It's like a tradition." You finished. Once you had climbed enough altitude, the excitement had faded, and you started to feel the active early morning creep up on you once again. You shifted back into your seat, sinking into your (favorite color) neck pillow. The last thing you felt before you fell asleep was Victor draping a blanket over the both of you, and resting his head on your shoulder.

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You and Yuuri were getting interviewed on the meanings of your themes, you wearing the same thing as before, except your thick winter coat was replaced with your team jacket, a light grey tank top showing at the bottom under your navy shirt, and a long silver necklace with a round silver pendant placed on top of it. You had declared your theme to be inspiration, blooming from when Victor came and ignited a new spark of motivation for you to push yourself in your skating. Yuuri seemed to be questioned a lot more than you were, for his description of his theme, love, was a lot more vague.