𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. (viktor fischer) ❤️

6 - seks

"I think you're pretty cool too, Mr Fischer." I replied, grinning. And Viktor grinned back.
"The boys are gonna be here in about an hour, so do you want to help me set up some food and drinks? You can help yourself to whatever you like too." He winked.
"Yeah sure." I replied, making my way towards the counter with every flavour of crisps on it. "I'll help sort this out."
"Fedt- I mean, yeah. Yeah. You know what I mean." I burst into laughter again.

It took us about 30 minutes to sort out some cups, bowls and food for the guys coming over. I had to wonder how a professional footballer like Viktor had so many crisps in his house, but I wasn't complaining.

At 7 o'clock sharp, there was a knock at the door. Viktor opened it, and Robert Skov walked in.
"Hey drengene!" He shouted as he walked in, but stopped as he saw me. "And girls! Selvfølge- obviously!" Viktor interrupted him.
"Robyn's good at danish, I'm sure she knows what you meant with selvfølgelig!"
I giggled. "Yeah, I guess I do."
Robert smiled. "Wow, that's impressive. I love a girl who tries to speak your language, it's awesome."
Viktor smirked. "Well, I'm glad you love her too."
Did he just suggest he loves me?

"Well Robert, you've kept your record of always being the first guy in at a party! Have you got nowhere else to be?" Viktor laughed.
"Hey! I'm just being punctual.."
I picked up a bowl of crisps and asked Robert if he would like any.
"Ja, tak." He smiled as he put his hand in the bowl and took out a large amount of crisps.
"Jesus Robert, are you hungry?" Viktor remarked, clearly shocked by the amount of crisps Robert was shoving into his mouth.
"Yahehshs" Robert mumbled, which sent me and Viktor into hysterics. Meanwhile, there was another knock at the door.
"Can you get that please, Robyn?" Viktor asked, with a smile on his face.
I got up and opened the door, and not one but two guys walked in, presumably Andreas and Nicolai.
"Hvad såååå?!" Nicolai shouted whilst holding two bottles of Carlsberg. Andreas, who was walking behind Nicolai, just shook his head.

"Good evening guys, help yourself to whatever you like, you know the drill." Viktor said, whilst getting off the sofa and walking towards me. "I can give you a better tour of my place for a bit whilst they mess around in the kitchen?"
I blushed again. "Yeah, that's fine."
He lead me into a room at the back of the flat, next to the bathroom.
"This is the spare bedroom, which I can use for guests sometimes." He opened the door and invited me inside to sit on the bed.
"It's nice." I said as I admired the funky wallpaper on the wall, and many Picasso replica paintings. I spotted one in particular, which I felt like I had seen before...
"I think I've seen that painting before, on the back wall. It looks kinda like a bird."
Viktor smiled. "Maybe because I have a tattoo of it on my arm." He pulled up his short sleeve slightly to show me the small tattoo on the top of his left arm. "I got this one last year. You're right, it's the same as that painting there. You've got a good memory!"
I shrugged. "What can I say?"
Viktor blushed slightly. "So you've seen the top of my arm before?"
Wow this escalated quickly.
"Erm- I guess I must have." I felt my face going pink.
"I guess I do take my shirt off after the match quite a lot. Maybe you saw it then?" He smirked.
"That's possible."
"Do you like it?" He said, as he rolled his sleeve back down.
"Do I like when you take your shirt off?" I asked, with quite a puzzled expression.
Viktor started to laugh, and went a deeper shade of pink. "I meant the tattoo, but I wouldn't mind an answer to that, either."