aHEM hi I'll just waltz into your inbox without permission because I saw that thing about foot injuries and like: okay, I used to skate a lot when I was young?? Eventually I stopped but I remember that my feet used to hurt the most right after I untied my skates and loosened them so I would always end up limping for the next ten minutes or so out of the rink and so basically imagine Victuuri carrying the other out of the rink like the lovesick idiots we know and love them to be
(in reference to this)
Aaah my inbox never needs permission!! Okay so as someone with actual garbage feet, I am into this. I have in my 29 years:
- Sprained the same ankle twice: once falling down a flight of stairs and once when I was getting spun around during a dance at the end of my writers’ camp. (The song was Come on Eileen, which was later playing when my brother and I got rear-ended on the way to school, so in conclusion if Come On Eileen comes on the radio turn it off.)
- Collected a number of minor but irritating injuries on that foot due to the weak ankle.
- Stress-fractured the OTHER foot from a combination of climbing the hill to my office/years of balancing more heavily on it because it was my Good Foot. I remember the pop and the really intense pain but I shook it off and kept walking. I finally got it checked out two months later, and got a diagnosis/aircast another month after, but I was walking on it until then.
- (I need to work that into a fic at some point because honestly, if that isn’t the most Yuuri move. Yuuri would finally roll into the doctor’s the week after his Pyeongchang gold and then look politely bemused when everyone is moderately horrified.)
BUT ANYWAY, NERDS IN LOVE.
Victor is Constantly Suffering because now that he’s competing again, Yuuri has declared the bridal carry off-limits. Which is just stunningly unfair. Victor is a star athlete! And in peak physical condition! And if he throws out his back it was all for LOVE, dammit! Somehow that last bit never flies with Yuuri, I can’t imagine why.
The next time Yuuri’s feet are too angry and tender after practice to tie his laces, though, they do work out a compromise. It’s slightly awkward, getting team-lifted through the front doors by Victor and Mila. But like most things in his new rink, Yuuri adjusts.
(Meanwhile, Yuuri does not hold himself to the same rules when carrying Victor. On one hand, the double-standard is appalling. But on the other hand, it’s hard to protest hypocrisy when your beautiful, talented, stronger-than-he-looks fiancé is sweeping you off your feet and out of the locker room.)