[fic] Eight Nights (2/8)
Title: Eight Nights (part 2 of 8)
Author: creepy_crawly
Rating: PG, for now.
Characters/Those Involved: Kari Lehtonen/Tobias Enstrom
Warnings: Hockey. Slash.
Disclaimer:Ha. This will be eight nights of me pretending. Weee!
Summary: How much can a relationship change in eight days? Well, lucky for us, Truse’s Eight Steps To Love fits right in. Mazel tov! (This is a gift-fic for Lishka, who needs to get an El-Jay)
First Night
Second Night
“Lehtonen clears the puck. It’s picked up by Enstrom-watch that man skate! He’s fast on his-a nasty hit by White sends him reeling. The puck is picked up by Elias, who heads for Lehtonen!” the announcer said, speaking rapidly as he watched the game below on the ice.
Down on the ice, Tobias raced towards the goaltender. A quick bit of fancy footwork got him close to Elias, and he quickly swung himself in position to block the shot. Behind him, he knew that Kari was shifting to be ready, just in case the Czech managed to get past him.
But he didn’t. One second, Elias had the puck, and the next…
Tobi tore down the ice. Seeing Colin White looming towards him, he rapidly passed the puck to Ilya and hauled ass down the ice. The Russian sent the puck straight back to him the instant he was clear.
“SHOOT!” Marian called, undoubtedly echoing an order from their coach.
Taking a deep breath even as he dodged Devils, Tobi found the shot he wanted.
And he took it.
“ENSTROM SCORES!” Kamal roared. “TOBIAS ENSTROM BRINGS THE SCORE TO FIVE-ZERO! That’s Enstrom with an assist from Kovalchuk, putting another one past Martin Brodeur.”
“Great shot, Tobi!” Ilya yelled in his ear, hugging him tightly.
From behind, Marian slapped a hand down on his helmet. “Good one!” he shouted. “And three seconds to go!”
Grinning brightly, Tobi skated off, collected the required slaps on the back from the team, and tossed himself towards the bench. Not much later, the buzzer went, and the arena erupted into screaming and cheering. Along with the rest of the team, Tobi surged back onto the ice, all making their way to hug the goalie.
“SHUT OUT!!!” he cheered, leaping in to hug the goalie. “SHUT OUT! SHUT OUT!”
Laughing loudly, Kari hugged him back. “I KNOW!” he yelled.
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“So, all in all,” Waddell said, “good game. Now go on, take off. Have fun. Try not to get embarrassing tattoos.” He waved them off with his hand, like he was shooing away pigeons.
“Wanna go for a drink?” Kari asked, looking down at the small defenseman. “I know this really great bar nearby. Quiet. Good food. And the bartender speaks Swedish.” He twisted his hands in the pocket his hoodie, looking nervous.
Tobi smiled. “So long as neither of us gets too plastered for you to drive me back to Moose’s,” he chuckled. “I still can’t drive here legally.”
“Deal,” Kari said, smiling. “Hey, Moose!” he yelled. “I’m kidnapping your rookie!”
“Return him in one piece, please,” the older man requested, picking up one of his daughters. “And sans children. There are enough in my house already.”
Tobi blushed. “No worries there,” he muttered under his breath.
Kari smirked. “Oh, really?”
He was fairly certain that the Swede’s face went an entirely new shade of red.
Author: creepy_crawly
Rating: PG, for now.
Characters/Those Involved: Kari Lehtonen/Tobias Enstrom
Warnings: Hockey. Slash.
Disclaimer:Ha. This will be eight nights of me pretending. Weee!
Summary: How much can a relationship change in eight days? Well, lucky for us, Truse’s Eight Steps To Love fits right in. Mazel tov! (This is a gift-fic for Lishka, who needs to get an El-Jay)
First Night
Second Night
“Lehtonen clears the puck. It’s picked up by Enstrom-watch that man skate! He’s fast on his-a nasty hit by White sends him reeling. The puck is picked up by Elias, who heads for Lehtonen!” the announcer said, speaking rapidly as he watched the game below on the ice.
Down on the ice, Tobias raced towards the goaltender. A quick bit of fancy footwork got him close to Elias, and he quickly swung himself in position to block the shot. Behind him, he knew that Kari was shifting to be ready, just in case the Czech managed to get past him.
But he didn’t. One second, Elias had the puck, and the next…
Tobi tore down the ice. Seeing Colin White looming towards him, he rapidly passed the puck to Ilya and hauled ass down the ice. The Russian sent the puck straight back to him the instant he was clear.
“SHOOT!” Marian called, undoubtedly echoing an order from their coach.
Taking a deep breath even as he dodged Devils, Tobi found the shot he wanted.
And he took it.
“ENSTROM SCORES!” Kamal roared. “TOBIAS ENSTROM BRINGS THE SCORE TO FIVE-ZERO! That’s Enstrom with an assist from Kovalchuk, putting another one past Martin Brodeur.”
“Great shot, Tobi!” Ilya yelled in his ear, hugging him tightly.
From behind, Marian slapped a hand down on his helmet. “Good one!” he shouted. “And three seconds to go!”
Grinning brightly, Tobi skated off, collected the required slaps on the back from the team, and tossed himself towards the bench. Not much later, the buzzer went, and the arena erupted into screaming and cheering. Along with the rest of the team, Tobi surged back onto the ice, all making their way to hug the goalie.
“SHUT OUT!!!” he cheered, leaping in to hug the goalie. “SHUT OUT! SHUT OUT!”
Laughing loudly, Kari hugged him back. “I KNOW!” he yelled.
----
“So, all in all,” Waddell said, “good game. Now go on, take off. Have fun. Try not to get embarrassing tattoos.” He waved them off with his hand, like he was shooing away pigeons.
“Wanna go for a drink?” Kari asked, looking down at the small defenseman. “I know this really great bar nearby. Quiet. Good food. And the bartender speaks Swedish.” He twisted his hands in the pocket his hoodie, looking nervous.
Tobi smiled. “So long as neither of us gets too plastered for you to drive me back to Moose’s,” he chuckled. “I still can’t drive here legally.”
“Deal,” Kari said, smiling. “Hey, Moose!” he yelled. “I’m kidnapping your rookie!”
“Return him in one piece, please,” the older man requested, picking up one of his daughters. “And sans children. There are enough in my house already.”
Tobi blushed. “No worries there,” he muttered under his breath.
Kari smirked. “Oh, really?”
He was fairly certain that the Swede’s face went an entirely new shade of red.