𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. (viktor fischer) ❤️

10 - ti

I decided to forget about what Nicolai had just said for the time being, as I wanted my full attention to be on the game of football in front of me. After all, that was the reason why I came to Denmark in the first place.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Viktor walk out onto the pitch to the theme music. I felt like I had gone back in time 3 years to when I first saw him play live in a stadium. Except this time, Viktor was looking for me and waving, and I couldn't believe it. I waved back instantly, feeling just like a child at Christmas, except this was a present that money just couldn't buy.

The teams then got into their positions and the referee blew the whistle to start the match. I was there to support the whole team, of course- but my eyes were constantly drawn to Viktor and his individual performance. Every time he got the ball I felt this little rush of excitement, like he was about to do something special, and I just couldn't sit still. Every time a challenge went in on him, I was off my seat, scared to see if he was badly hurt or not and to shout at the player who made the challenge. (Mostly to Nicolai's amusement.)

Just before the first half was about to end, Viktor got the ball just outside of the opposition's box, and dribbled last 3 defenders. I felt adrenaline in my veins- I knew he was about to do something special. He then hit the ball with his right foot, and it went into the top left corner of the goal, arrowing past Nordsjælland's goalkeeper. I leapt up into the air, screaming with joy. "YESSS!!" Nicolai jumped up too, and we hugged eachother in celebration. "Kom så!!!"
The goal music then played, and Viktor put a thumbs up to the crowd in celebration, in my direction. I did the same back to him, with a huge smile on my face. "I knew he would do it! What a goal!"

The half-time whistle then sounded, and I went downstairs to get a drink, still buzzing. The queue at the VIP bar wasn't too long, and I ordered a Diet Coke once I got to the front. I put my hand in my pocket to grab my purse, but it wasn't there. I frantically checked my other pockets and my bag, but it still wasn't there. I was stuck in the stadium with no money for a drink.
"Uhmm, sorry," I said to the cashier, a small woman with brown hair, "I think I've lost my purse.. I-"
"It's okay miss, the drinks at this bar are free for our guests." She then put a glass of coke and packet of crisps down in front of me at the bar, and winked. "Here's some crisps for free too, because I feel bad for you!"
I felt so relieved.
"Thanks so much!"

I grabbed the coke and crisps and made my way back up to Nicolai, maybe a little too amused by the fact that I didn't have to pay for anything.
"Enjoying the free stuff there, Robyn?" Nicolai asked as he saw my huge smile.
"Yep! I can't believe they are just giving this stuff away to people like me!"
He shrugged.
"You'd better get used to it if you're spending time with Viktor."
What was that supposed to mean?

The second half then started as I sat down and opened my bag of crisps. The team was playing well, and looked like they were well on track for a win. Viktor was instrumental to every attack, with pinpoint passes and a few testing shots. Being honest, that was one of the best games I had ever seen him play. It was a shame that it had to end like it did.

The score was still 1-0 to København in the last minute, and Nordsjælland were desperately trying to get the ball and have one last attack. Viktor received the ball on the left flank, and began running down the line. Out of nowhere, a Nordsjælland midfielder ran right into Viktor, knocking him off his feet and into the side advertising boards with a SLAM. He then clutched his ankle. I felt paralysed and had no words left to shout. My heart sank to the deepest depths of the ocean.
I could tell he was really hurt.

The referee then blew the whistle to end the game, just as the medics ran over to Viktor to check he was okay. I then jumped off my seat and ran down the stairs behind me at speed. I had no idea how I was going to get down to Viktor, but I was going to make damn sure that I did. I ran and pushed my way through crowds of people heading out, trying to be polite whilst firm. Being British, this was completely out of my comfort zone.

Somehow, I made it down to the bottom level, and ran past a ton of security guards towards where Viktor was being treated by the medics. He was lying on the floor with a pained expression, which quickly turned to a smile when he saw me standing next to him. That was literally the cutest thing ever.
"Robyn?" He said, "What are you doing here?"
"I had to see if you were okay! You looked like you had a nasty fall.."
His face turned back into a pained expression. "Yeah, I guess I am in quite a bit of pain. But I've had worse, I guess."
"You certainly have!" Said one of the medics. "I might as well just put your bandage on now while we're here instead of taking you in on a stretcher."
"Thanks, Jeppe. I guess I don't want to scare any of the fans by going onto a stretcher.."
The medics then finished bandaging up Viktor and helped him to his feet, with Viktor wincing slightly as he put his weight on his bad foot.
"So, how bad do you think it is?" I couldn't help but ask. The curiosity was killing me.
"It's not too bad, I don't think. At least he's walking a little bit now," the medic answered as he walked away, "I think he might have just sprained his ankle."
That didn't seem too bad compared to some of the nightmare injuries Viktor had previously suffered.
"Oh well, I should be back playing in no time." Viktor smiled, looking into my eyes. How he managed to stay positive all the time really inspired me.

I put my arm out for Viktor to grab as we walked back to the changing rooms, so that he wouldn't have to walk in so much pain. To be honest, I was just grateful that he was still able to walk at that moment after fearing the worst.

I guided him into the changing room to the sound of applause, and some cheers.
"Here's the match winner!" I saw Robert Skov shout as he ran over towards us. "Hope you're okay, bro."
"Thanks, Robert."
I helped him sit down and remove his boots and socks, just when Ståle walked into the room. His eyes were immediately drawn to us.
"What's this over here? You guys should seriously get a room."
Viktor's face blushed. "Well, I don't see anybody else volunteering to help!"
"Don't worry Ståle, they already have a room!" Andrea's decided to pipe up again, to Viktor's annoyance.
"Tak for det Andreas, du lille lo-"
"Enough!" Ståle cut them both off. "More about the game. Well done with the win, boys. But we need more work in certain areas, mainly up front. We need to put more of those chances away next time. We can't rely on Viktor to score every game, you all need to step up. Especially now he has an injury."
I saw Viktor's face fall.
"I heard Jeppe and the rest of the medics talking, and they think he could be out for about 2 weeks. That means we will need to change our game for a few matches now we don't have Viktor, I'm not exactly sure how but we will talk more about that on Monday. Enjoy your night, boys."
The team then sang their victory chant and began to pack up and leave.

Suddenly, something crossed my mind. I was supposed to be dropped back at Lucas' house tonight by Viktor, but he was now injured. I guess Viktor hadn't thought about that either.
"Uhm, Viktor?" I asked in a worried tone, "how am I going home tonight?"
Viktor began to speak but then stopped as he looked at the huge bandage on his foot. "Yeah, I don't know.. oh no."
"I have a driving license, but I don't know if I can drive your car or not.."
"Wait, you can drive?" Viktor looked pleasantly surprised. "It's fine, you can drive my car. I'm okay with it."
Oh my god.
"So, I can just drive you back? Like, now? For real?"
"Of course you can, if you've got a license. That's kinda how it works.." Viktor laughed. "It's fine, I'll tell you where to go and text Lucas you're staying with me again."
"Thank you, that's great! Skal vi gå?"
I put my hand out towards him while he smiled at my last comment.

Viktor then handed me his car keys as I helped him up. We began walking out of the building, and reached the car park.
"You really don't have to do this, Robyn. You've helped me more than enough today.."
I smiled at him. "Of course I do. That's why I'm here, silly. To support you playing football or literally support you to stand up. It's all the same to me."
That made him laugh loudly.
"You know, you really are something special. I appreciate what you're doing."
"Don't worry about it, after all, you are still my hero."

There was a small pause after I made that last comment, and Viktor stopped walking and turned to me.
"I guess that works both ways now."
"Wait, what?"
"You heard, Miss Maddison."