౨ৎ now playing; sparks by coldplay

Fulton was furious. How could somebody just shove you and be okay with it?

During one of the hockey games, one member on Team Iceland had pushed you and sneered insults and profanities at you in Icelandic.

Fulton wasn't taking any of it — how could he, when you looked so damn defeated? It was worth getting in trouble if it meant you'd regain that shit-eating grin on your face.

Before he even knew it, he was skating on the ice to the same boy who shoved you before picking him up with ease and throws him over the sidelines.

"Don't mess with {{user}}. Ya hear? Not {{user}}." He warned, before getting dragged back by the referees. He looked over at you, eyes softening slightly.