Viktor Krum (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-06 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !quidditch, aidan lynch, viktor krum |
WHO: Aidan and Viktor mostly.
WHAT: Quidditch players brawling.
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 6th of October, 1998.
WHERE: Kenmare Kestrels pitch. (Results!)
SUMMARY: After discovering that Trása is dating Viktor, Aidan can't control his fury.
RATINGS/WARNING: PG-13. Violence.
STATUS: Complete.
The game was going badly. Aly had been injured early on, and with only two Chasers in play, the Kestrels were up against it already. Aidan was more focused than he ever had been. He had to catch the snitch. He had to beat Viktor Krum. He had spent as much time during this match grinding his teeth and glaring at his opponent as he had searching for the snitch. Every time he looked over at the bastard, the image of him kissing Trása flashed into his mind, causing him to grip his broomstick until his knuckles whitened and his jaw clenched so hard it felt that his head might explode.
Then he saw it.
The game had already been going for a couple of hours by that stage, giving Aidan plenty of time to work himself up into a fury, so he threw himself into the chase, diving after the snitch.
“Come on, come on,” he was muttering to himself as he urged his broom on faster. He had to get it first, he had to beat that bastard to the snitch. There was nothing he could do about Trása, he couldn’t stop her dating anyone she wanted (though he could stop the Bulgarian from entering her house, he realised distantly, in the far recesses of his mind, but that was a thought to be entertained later, when he had the snitch in his hand) but this was something he could win.
Krum flew up beside him and Aidan shot him a glare, shoving him with his shoulder, trying to push Krum off balance and out of the way so he could get there first.
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The game had been mildly frustrating so far. Mainly because Lynch seemed determined to challenge him at every turn. Viktor wasn’t missing the pretty expressive glares that had been leveled his direction all game long. And they couldn’t be just competitively fueled either. It was a little too consistent for that. Viktor had entered the game determined to be a professional and just play his best, like he always did. Whatever Aidan’s personal history off the pitch, on it they were just fellow players in a game. He’d maintained his air of focused competitiveness, doing nothing more than meeting a few of Lynch’s glares with a few level stares of his own.
The snitch.
Viktor abandoned everything else in pursuit of a single goal. The rest of it would wait until later. Right now, nothing existed but his broom and the snitch. He moved in next to Aidan, long form streamlined, eyes not leaving the goal. He caught Lynch’s shove out of the corner of his eye, bracing his shoulder against it. His broom swerved at the impact, but a quick correction saved the spare seconds of lost time and he let his correction carry him over just a bit, his own shoulder colliding with Aidan’s in a return shove. He didn’t spare the other seeker a glance, eyes focused on the snitch darting out ahead of them. The jostling was how you played. It came with the territory. And if, deep inside, Viktor was more irritated than normal about it, well…
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Aidan shoved him right back, growing more annoyed by the second and had no compunction taking it out on Krum. They jostled together for a few minutes, each spurring their brooms on while simultaneously trying to push the other out of contention, until finally Aidan had enough. It was bad enough that Krum had gotten the girl - his girl - but there was no way he was taking this from him too.
Aidan had been stewing about this ever since he had caught Trása with Krum, anger building up inside of him with exercise his only outlet (he was considering taking up boxing if only to imagine Krum’s face on the punching bag) but with Siobhan staying with him, even that outlet was restricted to hours that she was sleeping. Consequently, he hadn’t been sleeping much at all for the past two nights. Each time Krum shoved him, Aidan shoved him harder, the altercation escalating until what happened next was inevitable.
With a roar, Aidan abandoned the snitch entirely in favour of launching himself at Viktor mid-air. The crowd went wild, jumping to their feet as they watched the pair of seekers grappling in the air above them. Aidan got in a decent punch, much to the Kestrels fans delight and the Catapults fury.
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Viktor’s patience was wearing thin. Teeth ground together, mouth a tight, solid line, jaw clenched, he kept his focus on the point of the game. He shoved Aidan right back, shoulder to shoulder, hard enough to bruise. But no matter how aggravated he was getting, there was a goal. And he intended to get it. The more Aidan pushed, the clearer it became to Viktor that there was a lot more behind it than just competition. And it lowered his opinion of Lynch further. Whatever Aidan had done or not done, Viktor had considered them both to be professionals. Personal was left off the pitch. Or at least, that was Viktor’s policy.
So Aidan’s sudden all out assault came as a bit of a surprise. Viktor let out a growled oath in Bulgarian as he found himself suddenly tackled in mid air. He kept a hand on his broom, saving it from careening off into the stands, but only barely. Aidan’s punch connected with the side of his jaw, and Viktor’s head snapped to the side. Eyes going dark and cold, he swung his head back around. The hunger in his gut that he worked dedicatedly to subdue roared to life with a vengeance. Dark, excited, whispers of ‘you could destroy this fucking fool’ reverberated in his soul. It rose up in his throat, that familiar lust licking at the edges of his mind.
No. He wasn’t going to give in, to lose control, lose what he’d fought so hard for over something like Aidan Lynch deciding to be an idiot.
Securing his broom with his knees, Viktor let loose a sharp snap of his fist. Eyes blazing with fury, he bit down on the darker urges by giving into the physical ones. He connected with force. If Aidan was going to drop to the level of attacking him in the middle of a game, Viktor wasn’t going to roll over and let him have at it. He had height and reach on the other seeker, and he had no intention of letting himself be a punching bag. And if by defending himself he let out his frustration and irritation, so much the better. Their brooms spiraled downwards, the crowd a distant roar in his ears as he and Aidan struggled closer and closer to the ground.
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A low, malicious hum grew, the sound solidifying around them as the bludger neared. It had been launched at them before Aidan had taken matters into his own hands (or rather, fists), and none of the beaters on pitch had been able to get to it in time, so shocked were they at the scene unfolding before them.
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Aidan's head snapped back with the force of Krum's fist, pain bursting in his cheekbone and spreading rapidly through his head. He fought through it to land another hit, this time connecting with Krum's nose, which broke with a satisfying crunch. All Aidan could do was lash out at the man who was the symbol of everything going wrong in his life. He wasn't thinking. He had been reacting ever since Aoife's wedding, since Connor called him out on what he was doing, since seeing Trása kissing Krum in the park, since losing Trása. Krum became a convenient target for his anger.
They were spiralling down towards the ground, and in the midst of all the pain and anger, Aidan was suddenly aware of a humming nearby. Wait. What was that?
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In the moment, Viktor barely registered the snap and crunch of his nose breaking as Aidan’s fist connected with it. Later, he’d roll his eyes and wonder how exactly his nose seemed to always be the magnet for pain. He’d broken it countless times already. But that would come later. Right then, the sharp stab of pain through his nasal cavity and up into his sinuses, just narrowed his focus. Viktor’s eyes were dark and hard, and as he swung back around, from where his head had snapped to the side, his fist raised in mid punch. His single-minded focus was normally an asset. In this particular situation, it was going to prove detrimental.
He completely missed the tell tale hum of a bludger approaching.
He didn’t notice until the ten inch ball of solid iron was connecting full force with his shoulder. It was like having a hole punched through you. He felt his arm wrench and snap painfully out of it’s socket, the breath leaving his lungs with the force of the impact, and he lost control of his broom and plummeted the rest of the way through the air to the ground, landing with a heavy thud. Thankfully, they hadn’t been too far up when the bludger had connected, or the damage might have been worse.
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Aidan was thrown off balance by the bludger colliding with Krum, only he didn't know what had happened until they hit the ground and he saw the bludger. Fuck. It was going to come back for another go, but Aidan suddenly realised he was the captain of the Kestrels. He was so new to the position that he had forgotten that he had more power than he had before, so before the bludger could return, Aidan signalled to the referee for a time out.
It turned out that the moment they'd hit the ground, the referee had called a time out already, but hadn't had a chance to reign in the balls yet. The bludger was summoned back to the case along with the rest of the balls, and the players all came down to land. Aidan could feel bruises on his face, but as he got to his feet, he knew he had gotten off lightly. If things had changed, if they'd spiralled around again before the bludger hit, that could be him on the ground right now. He had to admit, there was a certain childish sense of victory in seeing Krum in pain on the ground. Having to face the music with his team was another story entirely. There were varying looks of shock, disappointment and anger, and Aidan was avoiding his brother's gaze entirely.
Krum was taken off the field to be worked on by the Caerphilly healer and it was decided that the game would continue. Kenmare were still a Chaser down and with Caerphilly without a Seeker now, it was up to Aidan to catch the snitch and end the match. At first he had hope that they might be able to score enough goals that with the snitch, they could win the game, but as they took to the air again, it soon became apparent that wasn't going to happen. The Catapults were angry, and they weren't about to hide it. The game quickly turned ugly, with the Catapults scoring over and over again. Aidan abandoned all hope of winning, simply wanting to catch the snitch and end this before any more of his players were injured. The second he saw the small golden ball, he took off after it, and finally ended the match.