DenmarkxReader~ Winter Racers

"Okay, after this run, I will finally go home. No exceptions." You said to yourself as you slid on your black snow goggles. With a bit of a hopping, you managed to start down the hill, your body feeling the familiar rush of cold air. You smiled, happy this was quite a long run. When you saw a good clear path for yourself, you immediately stopped making large turns and went into smaller and smaller ones, causing the wind to blow in your face harder and faster. With a trail of flying snow at the back of your board, your speed was increasing as much as your exhilaration was. Dodging obstacles and other skiers/snowboarders that were soon in your way, you were now riding down the run faster than anyone nearby, and crowd at the lifts below could see that.

What you didn't know was that a certain two people of that same crowd were formulating a plan because of that same fact.

When you finally rode your way down all the way to the bottom of the run, you fixed your gloves and snow jacket before bending down and grabbing for the white straps covering your boots. As you started undoing your snow-covered bindings, suddenly you felt a really hard pat on the back.

"Dude, you're perfect for the job!" You heard someone exclaim loudly in your ear.  

What the…? You thought as you turned around to face the weird psycho dude. What you saw was a blue goggle wearing blonde with white snow pants and an American flag-styled jacket to match. Beside him was another guy wearing a black jacket, white snow pants, and a yellow hat to match. His skin was nearly as pale as the snow.

"Heyyo! I'm Alfred, but you can call me Al." He said to you, a goofy grin on his face. "Would you mind doing us a huge favor?"

"You'd be pretty awesome if you did! Well not as awesome as me of course, heh heh." The other dude added cockily. "And by the way, the awesomeness you see before you is Gilbert, or Gil for short."

"Mm..." You responded in acknowledgement. They seemed obnoxious, but not too bad. It was maybe worth listening to.

"Well," The blonde one named Al, started to talk. "We made a bet with a friend of ours, and now we need someone other than us to race him down Victory Run. The winner gets over fifty bucks for the loser, so we were pretty determined on finding someone on a whole different level. He's actually pretty good himself, to be honest, but you're like Superman compared to him! You can totally beat him! And if you want, we can pay you a cut too."

"Thought his reaction of losing would be already awesome payment enough, kesesese~" The other one said.

"So, how about it?"

You looked at them for a minute or so. You were tired, a bit achy, and in the mood to drink some hot chocolate that was just ready for you in the kitchen. But, it was a race down Victory Run. You just HAD to do it.

Nodding, you started cleaning off a bit of the snow off your snowboard as the led you into the main lift where they started calling their friend. After a while of conversation after conversation, they closed the phone and grinned.

"He'll be there in ten minutes." Al said, his face energetic and eager. As the lift soon approached the station and the doors slid open, the three of you walked outside and started for the two large flags standing in the middle of the gigantic hill.

Woah... You thought, looking how steep the run was going to be. When you noticed that it was at least going to have a steeper hill than before, you smiled, excited for the challenge. Even more for the challenger.

"Hey guys!" A loud voice yelled towards the three of you. As he came closer to the small group, he looked at you with confusion. "Um, who's this guy?"

"Just a new friend of ours," Al responded. "And the dude you'll be racing against."

"Hm..." He said, looking over your figure as you did with his. He was a tall blondie just like Al, but he showed it off in a completely different way. He wore a dark red jacket along black snow pants. In his hands was a snowboard with the flag of Denmark designed on it, that seemed to show a slight gleam.

"You guys gonna start yet? I want to grab a couple beers before we head back to the hotel, and I sure as hell don't want to be using my own money." Gil implied, his face smirking with confidence.

"Ha! Then I'll go ahead and use that money myself, after I win this race," The guy responded, setting up his binds as you were. Turning towards you, he gave you a cocky grin. "By the way, name's Mathias! Good luck dude, you'll need it."

You rolled your eyes in response.

So that's his name, huh? You looked at him, and smirked. Well then, go get your wallet ready Mathias. I won't be beat so easily.

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Just a bit more...! You thought as you were riding your way down the last stretch. Hearing the sound of your opponents snowboard close behind, you transferred into small turns, gaining good speed and distance.

In a matter of seconds, you had managed to get to the bottom in first place. Letting out a deep breath, you let yourself come to a stop.

"That was awesome!" Al and Gil said as they came over and high-fived you. You smiled, still breathing hard from the adrenaline rush racing down the steep mountain side. As the three of you heard the second placer come in, you all walked towards his direction.

"A deal's a deal." The two guys said to him, their faces smirking. As he started to (reluctantly) handing out the winnings to the three of you, he was trying to describe excuses of why you had bested him. You hummed happily as you stuffed the green dollar bills in your jacket.

"Well, let's get to the lifts now so we can get a beer!" Gil said as the four of you started walking towards the loading station. With Al and Gil taking the first lift, you and Mathias were left going into the one behind it. As soon as the two of you were closed inside the main lift, you starting taking off some of the basic snow gear as he bombarded you with questions.

"Just where in the world did you learn to snowboard like that?" He questioned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He seemed to still be a peeved at his crushing defeat. You shrugged, unbuckling your helmet at the same time. As your pieces of your hair started fall down onto your head, you heard him gasp, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait a minute, you're a chick?!" He asked, rubbing his eyes to see if it was really true. You rolled your eyes as you attempted to comb out some of the pieces of your tangled hair.

"Wasn't it obvious from my voice?" You questioned, moving your hair out of your eyes.

"No dude! You never talked!" He exclaimed. You were about to protest, but when you thought about it, you never really spoke a full sentence. Just some grunts and gestures.

"Whoops." Was all you managed to say. He gave out a hearty laugh, making you feel a little bit giddy.

"So, umm, will you be here tomorrow dude?" He asked you suddenly. You nodded, in which he put his hands on his hips with confidence. "Good. Now I can prove to you all that today was just dumb luck!"

You smiled and rolled your eyes. You had to admit, he was a persistent idiot.

As you heard the doors open, the two of you walked out, him still ranting about how he was going to completely defeat you tomorrow. After a second of walking out of the bustling crowd of people near the lift, you could hear a familiar type of gasp from two people staring at you.

"You're a girl?!"