Prompt: Sooo going back to AC2 at the first scene where Vieri throws a rock at Ezio's face and all that fighting...
What if, as Vieri and his group fall back, Federico sees him (Vieri) making eyes at his little brother (Ezio)? And so big brudder goes and teaches Vieri a lesson (no sexytiems, just instilling pure FEAR, because that's what real big brothers do)!
I just like to see big siblings protect the younger ones :>
***
His eyes opened, which was strange, because he didn’t remember closing them. He saw darkness, the sky pitch black and cloudy. The ground was hard and flat at his back, but it was smooth and unlike the rough, uneven surface of the alleyway he remembered being in last.
Then came the ache in his jaw.
Vieri blinked, his hand finding its way to his mouth. It hurt. His lips parted, breaking apart, the blood dry between split skin. He could smell the blood, sharp and unpleasant—unpleasant if only because it was his own. It contrasted the dull throb he felt in his hands, and he glanced at his knuckles to see them splotched pink from abuse as if he had hit something. Repeatedly.
“You’re awake.”
Vieri whipped his head up at the voice that came from behind him. Federico stared at him, lying on his stomach a few feet away, his chin resting on crossed arms. His cheekbone was slightly swollen, red and painful-looking. He continued to speak, a small smile gracing his lips.
“I was afraid you’d wake up before I got you up here, but you were out cold. And here I thought you could handle more than a few hits.”
The last thing Vieri remembered was Federico’s fist in his peripheral vision.
Vieri twisted around onto his stomach to push himself up to his knees, refusing to take his eyes off Federico. He suddenly remembered everything: the way he was taunted and goaded into a fight, the way he was led on a chase to separate himself from his men.
Federico had been a crafty bastard and had only stepped out of the shadows when Vieri found himself alone and without backup. The fist fight that ensued had been short, Vieri getting in the first shots, but Federico was swift and knew where to hit to cause the damage he wanted.
Vieri’s hand automatically went to the top of his head, searching for his hat and finding it gone. He recalled it getting knocked off after one of Federico’s hits. His eyes narrowed at the memory, his mouth opening to throw out a enraged curse at Federico, who hadn’t moved from his spot. He would have yelled, would have leaped to his feet to attack, but something wasn’t right. The darkness surrounding them seized Vieri’s attention, halting his actions.
He realized with a start that the reason why it was so dark was because the lights of the buildings were far below them.
“Where—?” He cut himself off as his eyes darted around. He knew where they were: on the rooftop of Campanile di Giotto. He glanced behind him to see the cross on top of the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore. A light breeze blew through his hair and his shoulders drew up. Vieri warily sat back, hands flat and anchoring him to the ground. “How...?”
This time, Federico silenced him, a grin on his face as he pointed towards him. “You’re not exactly light.”
“What is wrong with you?” Vieri shouted, incredulous. Federico was mad! To carry him all the way up here, and for what?
“You don’t think it’s a beautiful view?” Federico stood up and dusted himself off. He turned and grabbed the railing at the edge of the rooftop to gaze out over the buildings. He leaned his forearms against the flat surface and sneaked a peek over his shoulder, staring at Vieri with hooded eyes. “Come, enjoy it with me.”
Vieri pushed himself to his feet, feeling lightheaded. It was probably because of the hits he took from their earlier fight. It could have also been because the ground seemed to move, and he couldn’t help but sway as he straightened. He could see all across the city from where he stood.
“What are you getting at?” His lip throbbed and the back of his hand pressed against it. “Why are we up here?” he growled, irritation mumbled into his skin.
[Fill] Overprotective big brother Federico
Prompt: Sooo going back to AC2 at the first scene where Vieri throws a rock at Ezio's face and all that fighting...
What if, as Vieri and his group fall back, Federico sees him (Vieri) making eyes at his little brother (Ezio)? And so big brudder goes and teaches Vieri a lesson (no sexytiems, just instilling pure FEAR, because that's what real big brothers do)!
I just like to see big siblings protect the younger ones :>
***
His eyes opened, which was strange, because he didn’t remember closing them. He saw darkness, the sky pitch black and cloudy. The ground was hard and flat at his back, but it was smooth and unlike the rough, uneven surface of the alleyway he remembered being in last.
Then came the ache in his jaw.
Vieri blinked, his hand finding its way to his mouth. It hurt. His lips parted, breaking apart, the blood dry between split skin. He could smell the blood, sharp and unpleasant—unpleasant if only because it was his own. It contrasted the dull throb he felt in his hands, and he glanced at his knuckles to see them splotched pink from abuse as if he had hit something. Repeatedly.
“You’re awake.”
Vieri whipped his head up at the voice that came from behind him. Federico stared at him, lying on his stomach a few feet away, his chin resting on crossed arms. His cheekbone was slightly swollen, red and painful-looking. He continued to speak, a small smile gracing his lips.
“I was afraid you’d wake up before I got you up here, but you were out cold. And here I thought you could handle more than a few hits.”
The last thing Vieri remembered was Federico’s fist in his peripheral vision.
Vieri twisted around onto his stomach to push himself up to his knees, refusing to take his eyes off Federico. He suddenly remembered everything: the way he was taunted and goaded into a fight, the way he was led on a chase to separate himself from his men.
Federico had been a crafty bastard and had only stepped out of the shadows when Vieri found himself alone and without backup. The fist fight that ensued had been short, Vieri getting in the first shots, but Federico was swift and knew where to hit to cause the damage he wanted.
Vieri’s hand automatically went to the top of his head, searching for his hat and finding it gone. He recalled it getting knocked off after one of Federico’s hits. His eyes narrowed at the memory, his mouth opening to throw out a enraged curse at Federico, who hadn’t moved from his spot. He would have yelled, would have leaped to his feet to attack, but something wasn’t right. The darkness surrounding them seized Vieri’s attention, halting his actions.
He realized with a start that the reason why it was so dark was because the lights of the buildings were far below them.
“Where—?” He cut himself off as his eyes darted around. He knew where they were: on the rooftop of Campanile di Giotto. He glanced behind him to see the cross on top of the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore. A light breeze blew through his hair and his shoulders drew up. Vieri warily sat back, hands flat and anchoring him to the ground. “How...?”
This time, Federico silenced him, a grin on his face as he pointed towards him. “You’re not exactly light.”
“What is wrong with you?” Vieri shouted, incredulous. Federico was mad! To carry him all the way up here, and for what?
“You don’t think it’s a beautiful view?” Federico stood up and dusted himself off. He turned and grabbed the railing at the edge of the rooftop to gaze out over the buildings. He leaned his forearms against the flat surface and sneaked a peek over his shoulder, staring at Vieri with hooded eyes. “Come, enjoy it with me.”
Vieri pushed himself to his feet, feeling lightheaded. It was probably because of the hits he took from their earlier fight. It could have also been because the ground seemed to move, and he couldn’t help but sway as he straightened. He could see all across the city from where he stood.
“What are you getting at?” His lip throbbed and the back of his hand pressed against it. “Why are we up here?” he growled, irritation mumbled into his skin.