Modified scene from Ch. 12 of May the Ice be kind to you !
So, it's just that the end where Lanyon and Hyde are doing a little cockfight wasn't going at all the way it actually does in the published chapter. In fact, it was far more ridiculous (especially because I just took the Blades of Glory's scene to put it in the fic without a lot of modifications). So it hasn't been completely proofread, sorry for the mistakes.
I'm a bit sad that I got to take that version out, mostly because I think that's the scene that made me think that this movie can works with Lanyon and Hyde. And yes, that's solely because the main characters are complete dumbass in it.
So now, welcome to Dumbass Hyde and Dumbass Lanyon 101!
(Also, some context: Hyde and Lanyon are fighting to know which one is the most manly of the two)
Hyde sat down on the freezing floor, took off his ice skates, his socks, and started to walk on the ice. "See?!" He said through gritted teeths -(his feets were screaming hurt hurt hurt)-, looking defiantly into Lanyon's eyes and determined to ignore the pain. "That's what real men do!"
Lanyon scoffed, a patronising smile lingering over his lips. "You think that is manly? Come on." He placed both his hands on the floor and heaved himself into the air into a handstand. He didn't say anything, but bared his teeth into a challenging grin and even dared to do push-ups in this position, his gaze never leaving Edward's eyes. But he couldn't fool him, Edward could see perfectly how forced this smile was.
Edward growled with outrage, completely ignoring his coach's snicker (she had stopped the music at some point) while Lanyon got back on his feet . The blond took off his jacket, his jumper, his shirt and finally his trousers until he was only in a boxer.
He shot one last provocative glance to his rival and threw himself torso first over the slippery, icy rink.
He did scream a lot while he slid through the frozen surface, feeling his skin being torn and burned by the cold, but it was a very dignified and manly scream. Yes, it was.
He had no doubt when he got up (after a painful crash against boxes full of things he swore existed only to make him suffer) that it had shown who was the real man between him and this asshole of Lanyon. Only a real man would stand to have his skin scratching over something so cold, and only a man would dare to do it!
That's when Frankenstein decided she had enough fun watching them and that it was time to act like she was a responsible adult. She sighed and put an end to their little cockfight.
"Edward, you do the lady."
His head snapped to his coach. "What?!" he whined. "Wait, it's so unfair! Why?!"
"Your smaller." She shrugged. Then she pointed at Lanyon with her chin. This asshole was snickering at his demise. "You certainly can't lift him."
Her reasons were understandable ones. Legitimate, Henry would say. But it didn't mean that Edward had to accept them! Like hell he was going to do the lady! If Lanyon was this heavy, then let's put him to a diet! It wasn't Edward's fucking problem!
Sadly his coach also took the opportunity to stab him in the chest.
"And your scream does sound like a highschoolgirl's that made her lipstick fall on the ground. With the long air, I think no one would argue that you're perfectly fitted to do the job."