Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

5. Domen - Oberstdorf - Day of qualification

Domen dragged Peter resolutely out of the forest back into the jumper's accommodation. Just to get away from Daniel as fast as possible, he couldn't understand what Peter had to moan about.

"What have you done now? You should prepare yourself and not vanish into thin air." Peter complained angrily. He had better things to do than keep running after his brother.

"I've prepared myself! I was jogging to keep warm." Domen explained, deeply reluctant to do so. He didn't follow his brother's every step (regardless of the fact that he wouldn't want to and probably just couldn't do so, because he'd probably fall into a coma after just five minutes due to the deadly boredom his brother called his life), so why did his brother do so?"That didn't look like jogging." Peter remarked snidely.

"For one, short moment in my life, I've taken the liberty of talking to someone. How terrible! I know. May lightning strike and punish me." Domen groaned theatrically, trying with all his might to suppress the urge to hide from Daniel somewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just been caught holding hands with Daniel by Peter. There was absolutely nothing there! They shook hands, damn it! Only his own reaction had somehow spoken a different language, and he didn't want to know what Daniel thought about him now. He had been like a deer caught in headlights when Peter arrived.

His opponents should perceive him as equal and not as a small child who's crying because someone stole his lollipop! But that's exactly what Peter conveyed to him through his appearance. His brother made it uncomfortable just with his presence, and he began to question everything about his behavior. There had been nothing at all. They had talked without teasing each other for the first time. Well, at least they had done that for the last two minutes.

"Don't get abusive towards me right now." Peter said in a tone that drove Domen up the wall. "Yes, I forgot Peter the Almighty can't take criticism." Domen said, frustrated, as he started walking faster, hoping to finally escape Peter's verbal claws.

"That's rich, coming from you." It escaped quietly from Peter. Unfortunately, not quiet enough, because Domen stopped and turned around to his older brother with flaming eyes. If looks could kill, then the older Slovenian would probably be ash on the ground now.

"What's your problem with me? Since I joined the team, you've nagged at me. You know everything better. And you just can't resist exposing me to everyone else! Could it be that you can't handle the fact that your good-for-nothing little brother is better than you?" Domen blurted out loud for the first time. He had never dared to utter these thoughts, but secretly they had been gnawing at him for weeks.

"What?!" Speechless, Peter stared at his younger brother.

"I train as hard as you, maybe even harder!" Domen began to enumerate. "I haven't done anything in the last few years but devote myself to sports because I wanted to be as good as you! And now when I'm the one who's successful, I just can't-"

"I just want to help you!"

"Really? Maybe you need to look the meaning of that word up, because something must have gone horribly wrong!" Domen crossed his arms defiantly. He'd done absolutely nothing that would've made someone doubt at his athletic ambitions. On the contrary, he devoted most of his youth to sports! While others went to parties and enjoyed themselves with girls at his age, he had spent his time in the training rooms or on the hill. And he had never let himself stray from his goals. He had worked bitterly for his success! Alone! And now Peter used every opportunity to make sure that he felt bad when he spoke to someone without thinking of sport for a few minutes!