My friend and I have come to the conclusion that Viktor and Yuri, the dorks they are, are both determined to surprise the other on their wedding day. And they both decide that the best way to do this is to give their vows in the other’s native language.
They both stay up late studying without the other knowing. Yuri frantically asks Yurio to check his grammar (Yurio is of course DISGUSTED by how sappy he is but helps anyway), Viktor calls Mari at 3 am because he can’t figure out how the fuck this word works and he’s so worried it won’t be right… she looks at what he has and just laughs thinking of the time Yuri tried to write Viktor a fan letter in garbled Russian, taking pity on him.
Wedding day comes, Yuri comes down the isle, both are almost crying already. Viktor takes a shuddering breath and starts his vows. His accent is terrible, he stumbles on pronunciation, but Yuri? He is sobbing already. Viktor finishes, grinning widely. Yuri is crying and laughing, slowly takes a breath. Smirks up at Viktor, starts his own vows… and Viktor is in instant tears.
It takes all their willpower not to kiss before they’re told to.