Ice.

The only place that Viktor truly felt at home.

The way the blades of his skates would slice against the sturdy surface, the way he could glide through the air almost as if he didn't have to live on the ground. Viktor loved it, cherished it even.

He was enthralled by the glassy surfaces and the coldness of the room. He could even remember the moment that he had decided to become a skater, unlike others it didn't begin with watching someone who inspired him.

No.

He'd ventured out into the barren wasteland of his back garden, snow trickling from the sky like fluttering fairies slowly floating towards the ground.

Little Viktor had trudged through the soft, melting coldness towards a thin layered sheet of ice over his family pond. The little boy had giggled softly as he looked at his reflection in the glossy cover.

Viktor's shoulder length hair fell forward as he watched his reflection rock side to side with him. With a cold gust of wind, the small boy found himself tumbling towards the mirrored version, only to land on the hard surface with an 'oomph'.

Viktor tried to find his grip in order to pull himself up but instead found his body was only sliding further into the ponds centre.

His startlingly gorgeous blue eyes widened, as he noticed himself safe from the freezing water that would usually greet him. The boy wobbled as he stood up, his feet barely being able to find the grip he needed.

Viktor stumbled forward momentarily, his heart pounding at the fear of falling face first back into the frozen ground.

His shoes didn't help him keep still as his legs slid in opposite directions making Viktor panic before accidentally pushing himself forward and making him move gracefully over the ice.

Realising what to do, Viktor put his body weight into pushing closer to the edge of the pond. When he had glided close enough, the silver-haired kid stepped off the ice and smiled triumphantly.

The next day his mother would go out and buy him his first pair of ice skates and three weeks later he attended his first ever ice skating lesson. Viktor had been in love ever since.

The fact that he had managed to become internationally famous and was recognised as the best male figure skater in the world, in his opinion only boosted his desire to be a part of the sport.

By the time he reached the age of twenty seven, he knew that his fame would soon start to fade, especially considering his love of surprising the audience was becoming near impossible.

Viktor knew that his reign as champion was eventually going to come to a bitter end, but still the dawning reality shook him.

The Russian was somewhat depressed about the ordeal, though anyone who knew him couldn't sense any change in the childishly hyperactive man-child.

Viktor wouldn't let emotions pass his face if he didn't have to, then nobody else would have to feel for him.

Unfortunately, the Russian did have people in his life who could tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling making it impossible for him to lie about his emotions.

One of these people, knew Viktor far too well. The person practically had to put up with his personality since he was adopted into the Nikoforov family at the age of five.

Of course, now he thought of the over-the-top male as his brother and therefore didn't mind his reactions half as much as others who were irritated to no end. This was Viktor's little brother and all round skating prodigy Yuri Plisetsky.

The tense, slightly violent sixteen year old could scare a sumo wrestler with a single glare. Viktor spent most of his time watching the younger one skate, and helping him with his routines.

Many in the media would boast that Yuri was only popular because his family was famous for the sport.

Viktor would rebuke this, Yuri took up skating all on his own and for a while in the beginning and he didn't even have a coach.

His genius was all his own, and Viktor couldn't help but wish for others to recognise this for themselves. The competition for the younger skaters was held in Japan this year and the cute but scary teenager crushed his competitors by a mile, his skill and grace overtaking all others.

"You were beautiful out there on the ice, but if I can make some suggestions..." Viktor began before watching the sassy blond turn on his heels and exit the rink, not wanting to be lectured.

The older of the pair pouted, his younger brother just wouldn't listen to him lately.

"Can't you just let me make a few little, tiny changes?" Viktor started moving towards the boys skating plan. Yuri grumbled slightly before snatching away the plan with a sigh.

"No, you can't I thought you were here for moral support?" Yuri stated, knowing that Viktor wasn't going to give up.

"Don't be stingy, okay fine, you were so cute" Viktor sighed throwing his arms in the hair triumphantly.

At this point the younger Russian was going to throttle his older brother. He used the word 'cute', something that Yuri couldn't allow another human to ever call him. Viktor let out a carefree grin as the blond's hands came closer to him neck.

"I'm going to give you five seconds to run, O-nii-san~" Yuri sang out the last word with a sing-song voice, the rest of the words eerily quiet.

Viktor's smile slowly faded as the looming figure of the furious teenage Russian looked down at him as if to kill him.

The older Russian was soon in a headlock, begging for the other to let him go or he'd 'hurt a masterpiece'. Five minuets later and the older of the pair found himself crouched outside of the others dressing room crying out for his 'darling little brother' to let him back in.

The energetic Russian quickly realised that pretend sobbing outside the room was going to get him nowhere, as the younger needed a moment to calm himself.

The dashing man sighed as he slumped against a wall next to the ice ring. The competition was officially over and the rink was once again open to the public.

Viktor smiled as the people happily skated freely on the ice, smiles lighting up their faces.

The skaters looked so peacefully unaware of how much Viktor adored watching them enjoy themselves. He turned around slightly, wondering if the blond would let him back in the room by now. With a smile he looked back at his feet.

"Ah, probably not" he quickly muttered, his eyes flickering upwards to continue to glance at the rink.

Viktor's eyes glanced across the room, his stare settling on a figure stood at the corner of the rink speaking to one of the skaters.

Viktor couldn't quite make out his features but all he knew was that the person had a likeable aura around him.

The raven seemed to stop his conversation in order to walk around the rink, coming closer and closer to the bemused Russian.

As he approached Viktor found himself becoming more and more aware of how beautiful the Japanese boy was. Though he didn't know the strangers age, he could tell the person wasn't younger than twenty

Still his youthful features drew Viktor in as they gave him a cute, boyish look. The raven had soft hair that bounced when he walked, the ends curling outwards slightly making his hair look messy.

The man wasn't skinny but definitely not fat either, though his body structure seemed to be one of which that allowed the person to gain weight easily.

The person's eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, captured between squarish blue-rimmed glasses.

Viktor walked the man delicately move, his walk gentle and slow.

Viktor was enamoured.

The man was completely breath-taking to Viktor and the Russian was finding it had to keep still as the guy approached.

The raven seemed to turn on his heels as he came within a couple of strides towards Viktor. The silver-haired man wanted to pull out his heart just to stop it from beating so fast as the other got even closer.

At this point, Viktor was one hundred percent convinced that the raven could hear his heartbeat it was so loud.

"Hello there" Viktor laughed courageously as the cute boy came closer to him, the Russian silently praised himself for not letting his voice falter at the idea of talking to the other person.

So when the other completely ignored him and continued to walk despite the Russian's efforts, his face fell. Viktor's heart plummeted in his chest as the raven walked away from him without a reply.

'Maybe he just didn't hear me or know it was for him?" Viktor hopefully thought.

"Hey raven-haired cutie!" Viktor shouted, ignoring the looks he was getting from the humans whose attention was now completely on the famous skater.

Viktor quickly realised his mistake as his name was being murmured throughout the place and people were suddenly coming up to his for his autograph.

The polite figure skater grinned kindly as the horde of fans that wanted pictures with him and his brother.

The silver-haired man glanced across the room at the now empty space where the raven had stood. He silently cursed himself for letting the man get away before chastising himself for hoping anything would come of a single meeting with a stranger.

The crowds excitement forced the skater back into reality as he started posing with the fans for photos, flirting with the ladies and being tough with the men.

Of course, this was just a stereotype and in any other scenario he'd be acting childishly and giddy but with the fans he had to fake his personality to keep his fame.

Unfortunately, this meant that he would probably have to deal with a fuming blond kitty who would be making an appearance any moment from now because it didn't usually take him very long to style his hair...

Just as Viktor predicted, the blond emerged from the changing room with a vain popping out from his head at the array of people hounding his brother for a picture or a signature.

Luckily for the older Russian, Yuri didn't have a polite bone in his body and therefore just plucked his brother from the line and stormed out.

"You idiot, we have to be on a plane soon!" Yuri yelled, his anger slightly subsiding into an understanding of his brothers personality.

"Oops sorry, I was trying to get someone's attention and before I knew it, there everyone was" the cheerful silver-haired Russian announced, rubbing his hand through the back of his hair apologetically.

Yuri groaned putting his head in his hands before sliding them slowly down and lifting his head with a frown.

"Did you wt least manage to get the persons attention?" The blond curiously asked, faking disinterest by looking away and dramatically sighing.

"Nope, he completely ignored me!" Viktor sobbed, hugging the blond in comfort and snuggling his head close to the blond's longer locks.

"Huh, get off you idiot!" Yuri aggressively threw his brother backwards, wanting an explanation to how someone could possibly ignore the beautiful Russian skater.

Viktor shrugged, his heartbeat speeding up at the slightest mention of the raven who took his breath away.

"He was just gorgeous and looked really cute and sweet, the type whose very snugly" Viktor explained, his eyes sparkling at the terrible description of the man he'd seen at the rink.

"So, you found someone you like then?" Yuri asked, hope fluttering into his stomach that his brother would find something that interested him more than his little brothers personal life!

Yuri himself, had someone that he liked and didn't exactly want his brother breathing down his neck while he tried to get their attention.

Viktor tried his best to be a good big brother, however Yuri could one hundred percent confirm that he was so overbearing it was scary.

Most of the time, the blond would find himself wishing that his brother would swap places with Mila, which honestly frightened him considering she was the most annoying female of the planet to him.

Yuri contemplated the last time he'd actually seen his brother be interested in another human being.

Yuri gave up rather quickly, it was common knowledge that the famous skater didn't pursue relationships in order to make sure his skating was perfect.

The man was really job orientated, which was strange for someone with the silver-haired mans personality.

Yuri wasn't sure, if it was a good idea to let his brother look for the stranger considering he ignored him the first time round, and there was no evidence that Viktor wouldn't just go and have his heart broken by the person he was interested in.

Yuri thought the world of his older brother, even if he was a forgetful buffoon with too much time on his hands and not a lot of friends.

If he convinced or supported Viktor's desire to locate the raven-haired beauty then he might actually inadvertently cause his brothers heart-break...

"But, I will never see him again so it doesn't matter, lets go Yuri" he stated, all of a sudden serious enough to allow a shiver to slide up the Russian blond's spine.

Yuri grimaced at the thought of not going home before his next competition, he'd been looking forwards to rubbing it in Mila's face...

"We can stay here for a while, I've seen a hoodie that I really want to buy anyway" Yuri suggested, crossing his arms and turning away from his brother.

The older Russian watched for a moment, he barely even moved at the idea. Suddenly, he pounced on the blond, squeezing him tightly in order to show his affection.

"Thank you, thank you!" Viktor yelled, tears springing to his eyes in joy.

"Idiot, I told you I want that hoodie, anyway even if you look you might not find this guys and he might not want to talk to you" Yuri grumbled, momentarily wondering if staying in Japan was the best idea.

He glanced upwards only to see a confident look on the older Russian's face. The same one he had before every competition.

The same one that inspired Yuri to always keep his head held high.

Viktor then let a large, genuine grin morph only his face and Yuri knew that whoever this guy was, he was about to be completed swept away by the walking tsunami that is Viktor Nikiforov.