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Yuuri wasn’t exactly sure what he had expected meeting Viktor’s parents, but this was not it.
That’s not entirely true. Yuuri had had some thoughts about what meeting Viktor’s parents would entail. He expected them to be cold, but not too cold. Maybe the cold shoulder or indifference or a polite smile. The best scenario was a warm smile from Viktor’s mother and a firm handshake from Viktor’s father. The worst scenario was a glare and rude comments said under their breath.
Of all the possible reactions, Yuuri had not prepared himself to be wrapped in his future mother-in-law’s arms, much less being squished into Viktor’s side as his future father-in-law wrapped all three of them in his arms. Which, after he thought about it, made a lot of sense. It’s not as if Viktor had learned to hug from Yakov.
The moment Yuuri felt the pressure release he attempted to catch his breath, only to be dragged into another hug. Yuuri couldn’t even process the change of events as Viktor’s mother pushed him backwards to stand next to Viktor. Yuuri tried to rationalize how he could have been so wrong about Viktor’s parents’ reactions as Viktor’s mother commented about how cute their children would be.
Yuuri took the opportunity to pull his fiance aside when they were sent to wash their hands before dinner, which apparently was Viktor’s least favorite thing as a child.
“I thought your parents would be distant or indifferent or dead,” Yuuri mumbled, once they were safely out of earshot. “I at least thought they would dislike me. Why didn’t you tell me your parents were so… so you.”
“Why would you think they would dislike you or be distant?” Viktor asked, confusion clearly written on his face.
“Well, they never come to any of your skating events. Even when you were coaching me and we had come out as a couple, they were never there.”
“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor sighed. “I asked them not to come. After the fiasco when I was 17, I requested that they watch from home. They’ve seen all of your performances though.”
“What happened when you were 17?”
“They were over-excited and cheering so loud I lost concentration and flubbed one of my jumps. I still ended up on top, but I couldn’t risk becoming distracted again. I asked them not to come to your performances because I didn’t want them to distract you or for you to feel too much pressure.”
Yuuri took a moment to process all that he had learned. Slipping a quick kiss onto Viktor’s lips, Yuuri pulled Viktor into a hug.
“Thank you,” Yuuri mummered. “I can’t believe they broke your concentration.”
“You have no idea how loud they can be.”
“Viktor, Yuuri, The food is getting cold,” Viktor’s mother shouted from the kitchen.
As they rounded the corner, Yuuri could only stare in awe at the bowls of food on the table.
“I got the recipe from your mother, Yuuri. I’m sure it won’t compare to her’s, but I thought I would make you a Russian version of Katsudon. I added beets and potatoes.” Viktor’s mother said proudly, broad smile on her face.
Yuuri wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about, the color of the “Katsudon” (it really shouldn’t be red) or the fact that Viktor’s mother had talked to his mother.