[ Ah, you're a young man still, Yuuri! Enjoy that youth and bring home at least five gold medals to your future husband and Viktor will know it will have been worth it.

(It will have been worth it regardless. It is already worth it. Viktor has found the love of his life and while he's glad he didn't have to have done it, he would have burned his career down to cinders to keep Yuuri. ]

What a silly notion. [ The flames of Viktor's anger have long since died out but any reason to remember that awful hotel room is one too many, an ember flaring in his voice before he smothers it. The hum that follows is happier, drawing a nail lightly along the skin of Yuuri's wrist bone. ] You're stuck with me now, so I do hope you've prepared yourself ♥

[ Something sly enters his voice then; Yuuri is low-key for the most part (never mind the part where he bought rings and took him to a Spanish cathedral to essentially propose to him, naturally) but Viktor can't resist teasing him. ]

You know how you can make sure that I'm not going full bridezilla on your poor local florists and live entertainment booking, yes? Yuuuriiii, I want you to be a part of the planning too.