darrus (darrus) wrote,
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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


Small and doesn't make any sense, this one...

AND WINTER CAME

Author
: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Rating: PG 
Language: English
Warning: RPS

Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 


And Winter Came

 

And sky turned grey.

 

And chilly wind is creeping under the coat, making one shiver. And days are shorter and shorter, and it means the nights are long.

 

And only a few windows on Advent calendars are still closed, most of the chocolates are eaten already.

 

And there is no snow on the ground. But no doubt is left – a winter came.

 

And the winter is cold.

 

Walking together through crowded streets, shop-windows glistening with lights and Christmas decorations. Joy all around, laughter all around, a winter came – and it means holidays came.

 

“Why so silent, Markus?” And Jogi laughs. There is spring in his brother’s step, there is teasing in his voice.

 

And there are usual ways to deflect such questions, and Jogi is too preoccupied with Christmas shopping to hold his attention on one thing for a long time.

 

Jogi buys chocolates and books, lots of both and clearly not all of it is for gifting purposes. And there is a heap of tinsels in one of the bags he’s carrying, sparkling merrily.

 

And he himself just can’t take his eyes off the pair of wine glasses on the shelf, iridescent thick glass and elegant form makes him think of champagne and the one to drink it with.

 

“Are you in love, Markus?”

 

“W-what?”

 

He turns around unbelievingly, half hoping, half thinking he’s misheard. Jogi is smiling mischievously right in his face, but his expression – that is so familiar, a smile from childhood and the older brother’s ‘I won’t tell on you’ conspiratory look.

 

And the way it angers him – it’s almost bizarre.

 

Yes Jogi, don’t tell on me. I’m keeping your secret, and you’ll do well to keep mine.

 

He laughs the question away and to Jogi’s amusement still buys the glasses. Box wrapped in a golden paper with green ribbons will be a perfect gift for Jogi himself and his faithful wife.

 

He thinks about Daniela, and the gift suddenly seems inappropriate, but does he really care?

 

And in the warmth of a small cafe that smells of chocolate and cinnamon Jogi takes the coat off and he catches the glimmer of silver under the collar of Joachim’s shirt. And here it is, small silver locket around the other man’s neck.

 

“I thought you’ve lost it”, he remarks idly, reaching out with his hand to almost touch the leather cord – but Jogi’s hand comes up, as if to shield the little thing.

 

And with a wistful smile he answers softly: “I’ve thought I did”.

 

And Jogi looks too happy to care about anything else.

 

22.12.2008

 

tbc   


Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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