Bittersweet [Fic]
Title: Bittersweet
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Based on Liverpool losing the FA Cup. Sequel to And How It Began
Notes: I'm gutted that Liverpool lost so... this is probably crap. Oh well.
The loss left the men in tatters.
“I should’ve scored,”
“I should’ve passed,”
“I should’ve saved it,”
“I should’ve come forward more,”
“No, you should’ve shot,”
“I should’ve started,” Andy Carroll said simply, bitterly. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, heartbroken. It wasn’t meant to end this way.
Martin Škrtel tried to ignore the rest of the group. Pepe was complaining to Dirk about how he didn’t deserve to play in goal anymore and Jay had stormed off. Kelly was talking with the Seb and Jonjo, Jamie was comforting Stevie, the room was full of hopelessness. Martin glanced over at the Dane stifled in the corner of the room with tears in his eyes.
“Daniel?”
“It’s like…. If I don’t fuck up… or get injured, we lose,”
“Daniel, that’s bullshit and you know it. What about the other times?” Martin sighed.
“Like I said, I should’ve come forward more. And pissing Kelly was right. I should’ve shot,”
“Dan, stop being overcritical,”
“Then tell me, Martin? Why does it have to end like this?”
Martin froze. He understood the words, understood how the Dane felt. It was Wembley that brought them together. And now, it was Wembley tearing them apart.
“Y-you won’t leave, will you?”
“I-I don’t…”
“Because I won’t. I won’t leave. I’ll stay. With you,”
“Me? Me?! I lost us the pissing match!”
“You made blocks, tackles, did good,”
“I-I…”
“You’re not a striker, Daniel. You’re not expected to score,”
“I should’ve done though,” the Dane said simply, tears in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. Just remember that no matter what, Wembley will always be like this, my darling. Bittersweet,” Martin told his lover, looking directly, yet softly into his eyes. The Dane opened his chapped lips to speak, but Martin enveloped them with his own. They were gutted, heartbroken, falling apart.
But, at least, they could fall apart together.
Characters: Daniel Agger, Martin Škrtel
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Based on Liverpool losing the FA Cup. Sequel to And How It Began
Notes: I'm gutted that Liverpool lost so... this is probably crap. Oh well.
The loss left the men in tatters.
“I should’ve scored,”
“I should’ve passed,”
“I should’ve saved it,”
“I should’ve come forward more,”
“No, you should’ve shot,”
“I should’ve started,” Andy Carroll said simply, bitterly. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, heartbroken. It wasn’t meant to end this way.
Martin Škrtel tried to ignore the rest of the group. Pepe was complaining to Dirk about how he didn’t deserve to play in goal anymore and Jay had stormed off. Kelly was talking with the Seb and Jonjo, Jamie was comforting Stevie, the room was full of hopelessness. Martin glanced over at the Dane stifled in the corner of the room with tears in his eyes.
“Daniel?”
“It’s like…. If I don’t fuck up… or get injured, we lose,”
“Daniel, that’s bullshit and you know it. What about the other times?” Martin sighed.
“Like I said, I should’ve come forward more. And pissing Kelly was right. I should’ve shot,”
“Dan, stop being overcritical,”
“Then tell me, Martin? Why does it have to end like this?”
Martin froze. He understood the words, understood how the Dane felt. It was Wembley that brought them together. And now, it was Wembley tearing them apart.
“Y-you won’t leave, will you?”
“I-I don’t…”
“Because I won’t. I won’t leave. I’ll stay. With you,”
“Me? Me?! I lost us the pissing match!”
“You made blocks, tackles, did good,”
“I-I…”
“You’re not a striker, Daniel. You’re not expected to score,”
“I should’ve done though,” the Dane said simply, tears in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. Just remember that no matter what, Wembley will always be like this, my darling. Bittersweet,” Martin told his lover, looking directly, yet softly into his eyes. The Dane opened his chapped lips to speak, but Martin enveloped them with his own. They were gutted, heartbroken, falling apart.
But, at least, they could fall apart together.