Fic: His Return
I'm really sorry to bombard you with fics, but that last match we had was just so amazing and had so many plots waiting to be written (begging to be written) and I just can't help myself.
I can see a lot of fics that I really want to read, and rest assured, I WILL read them! I just need to jot down my fics first (there's maybe 2-3 more I want to try) before they run away from my head. =P. Sorry for not replying to your comments. I really do appreciate you leaving them and I will most definitely get around to them soon!
Title: His Return
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: True in the land of imagination only.
Summary: Martin Škrtel returns to the pitch! =D
A/Ns:Set during the awesome-tastic Newcastle-Liverpool match.
Word Count: 685
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated! Good/bad, either is fine. Thanks!
His Return
There, in bold, black font, it stared up at him. Martin Škrtel. The now-recovered Slovakian was going to travel with them to Newcastle. An incomprehensible wave of confusion washed over him. This development brought along with it longed-for news, yet also a huge, huge threat. He had missed his room mate and what went on behind closed doors on away nights. Living alone really doesn’t help in that department and Martin had always been an equally willing and eager member in their midnight conquests. On top of that, he understood the relief one feels when one returns from injury so he was glad to see Martin’s name listed amongst the substitutes. But it is human nature to be selfish. Martin’s return (albeit to the bench at the moment) meant yet another player vying for the limited central defence role.
The game was fast paced, fluid and quite one-sided. Daniel Agger was allowed a bit of freedom to create things, to run up the park a little, something he enjoyed doing. Partnered alongside Sami while Carra covered for the injured Arbeloa, Daniel focused on the match. In the absence of Carra’s constant barricade of noise, Daniel took it upon himself to berate linesmen. Half time neared and they were ridiculously only two goals up. One sided as it may be, Newcastle weren’t completely out yet. His last touch on the ball meant it went out for a Newcastle corner. As the red shirts gathered in their own box, trying to surround the black and white stripes of Newcastle, Daniel watched for the ball, he would hate for them to concede now, so close to half time. There it came, the delivery, whistling through the afternoon air. Contact with someone’s head changed the ball’s path and while it floated close by him, Dan could not keep it out. Untangling himself from the netting, Daniel bit down on his lip in frustration. It was a silly goal to concede, unnecessary really, and it had just cut their lead by half.
Trudging into the tunnel for half time, Daniel walked past the substitutes, his head down, his mood dreary. Despite still being in the lead, that last goal cut the team’s spirits and that was the danger of conceding so close to half time. The hair on his neck prickled and an uncomfortable, cold feeling filled him as he felt someone’s stare burn holes into the back of his head. He needn’t turn around to know whose eyes were making him shudder. A brush of cool air as someone pushed past him and if he hadn’t been on the alert, he would have missed the whispered jibe, “I would have kept it out.”
Agger seethed in cold anger but he didn’t react. For now, it was still he who is out on the pitch, not Martin. Second half began and soon the game was essentially over. With a four goal cushion, Rafa saw fit to send on Martin Škrtel with just ten minutes remaining. Nothing special, but a good opportunity for the Slovakian to start building some match fitness. The crowd cheered loudly as they welcomed the Martin back onto the pitch, after missing him for months. Agger glanced quickly at his fellow defender. For the first time, they were on the pitch together, and for ten minutes, they are in true solidarity, not just a pseudo-front behind which it’s every man for himself.
A 5-1 win was a great way to sign off the year. When Daniel Agger and Martin Škrtel returned to their shared room that afternoon, there was none of the usual underlying feelings of animosity, of jealousy over who had gotten to play. Their long awaited reunion reached breaking point and when they fell back onto the bedspreads, their skin exuding the musky scent of sex, they realised something. Those last ten minutes of football in 2008 showed a glimpse of what could very well be the future of Liverpool and both boys were very much inclined to agree that being friends worked far better than being enemies. For both on and off pitch reasons.
I can see a lot of fics that I really want to read, and rest assured, I WILL read them! I just need to jot down my fics first (there's maybe 2-3 more I want to try) before they run away from my head. =P. Sorry for not replying to your comments. I really do appreciate you leaving them and I will most definitely get around to them soon!
Title: His Return
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Škrtel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: True in the land of imagination only.
Summary: Martin Škrtel returns to the pitch! =D
A/Ns:Set during the awesome-tastic Newcastle-Liverpool match.
Word Count: 685
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated! Good/bad, either is fine. Thanks!
His Return
There, in bold, black font, it stared up at him. Martin Škrtel. The now-recovered Slovakian was going to travel with them to Newcastle. An incomprehensible wave of confusion washed over him. This development brought along with it longed-for news, yet also a huge, huge threat. He had missed his room mate and what went on behind closed doors on away nights. Living alone really doesn’t help in that department and Martin had always been an equally willing and eager member in their midnight conquests. On top of that, he understood the relief one feels when one returns from injury so he was glad to see Martin’s name listed amongst the substitutes. But it is human nature to be selfish. Martin’s return (albeit to the bench at the moment) meant yet another player vying for the limited central defence role.
The game was fast paced, fluid and quite one-sided. Daniel Agger was allowed a bit of freedom to create things, to run up the park a little, something he enjoyed doing. Partnered alongside Sami while Carra covered for the injured Arbeloa, Daniel focused on the match. In the absence of Carra’s constant barricade of noise, Daniel took it upon himself to berate linesmen. Half time neared and they were ridiculously only two goals up. One sided as it may be, Newcastle weren’t completely out yet. His last touch on the ball meant it went out for a Newcastle corner. As the red shirts gathered in their own box, trying to surround the black and white stripes of Newcastle, Daniel watched for the ball, he would hate for them to concede now, so close to half time. There it came, the delivery, whistling through the afternoon air. Contact with someone’s head changed the ball’s path and while it floated close by him, Dan could not keep it out. Untangling himself from the netting, Daniel bit down on his lip in frustration. It was a silly goal to concede, unnecessary really, and it had just cut their lead by half.
Trudging into the tunnel for half time, Daniel walked past the substitutes, his head down, his mood dreary. Despite still being in the lead, that last goal cut the team’s spirits and that was the danger of conceding so close to half time. The hair on his neck prickled and an uncomfortable, cold feeling filled him as he felt someone’s stare burn holes into the back of his head. He needn’t turn around to know whose eyes were making him shudder. A brush of cool air as someone pushed past him and if he hadn’t been on the alert, he would have missed the whispered jibe, “I would have kept it out.”
Agger seethed in cold anger but he didn’t react. For now, it was still he who is out on the pitch, not Martin. Second half began and soon the game was essentially over. With a four goal cushion, Rafa saw fit to send on Martin Škrtel with just ten minutes remaining. Nothing special, but a good opportunity for the Slovakian to start building some match fitness. The crowd cheered loudly as they welcomed the Martin back onto the pitch, after missing him for months. Agger glanced quickly at his fellow defender. For the first time, they were on the pitch together, and for ten minutes, they are in true solidarity, not just a pseudo-front behind which it’s every man for himself.
A 5-1 win was a great way to sign off the year. When Daniel Agger and Martin Škrtel returned to their shared room that afternoon, there was none of the usual underlying feelings of animosity, of jealousy over who had gotten to play. Their long awaited reunion reached breaking point and when they fell back onto the bedspreads, their skin exuding the musky scent of sex, they realised something. Those last ten minutes of football in 2008 showed a glimpse of what could very well be the future of Liverpool and both boys were very much inclined to agree that being friends worked far better than being enemies. For both on and off pitch reasons.