You were almost as anxious for this game as Mathias was and you weren't even playing.
It was the last of Denmark's group matches before the quarter-finals in Euro 2012 and this would decide whether they advanced or were done for good this year. You wished you could say you were confident that they would move forward, but they'd only won one of the two games they'd had before this. And today they were playing Germany, who hadn't lost yet.
You worked your way through the crowds to the first row of seats right behind the Danish team. Dating the team captain certainly had its perks. You were very surprised at how many people were already in the stadium. There was still just under an hour before the game started. You wanted to be there early to help boost your team's morale while they practiced.
You rested your arms on the railing in front of you and searched the field for Mathias. You didn't have to look long because as soon as he noticed your presence, he started jumping up and down, waving his arms. You laughed and lazily waved a hand at him.
"(Name)! I'm so glad you came!" Mathias shouted, jogging over to you.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," you said, leaning over the rail to look at him better.
"I see you're wearing my jersey," he replied, tilting his head up and puckering his lips. An obvious demand for a kiss. Rolling your eyes and smiling, you obliged and leaned down to give him a peck before pulling away. Of course, Mathias being Mathias was unsatisfied with such a little kiss. He grabbed the back of your head, ignoring his team's wolf whistles, and proceeded to stick his tongue into what he deemed, his territory.
After a sensual battle of tongues, the both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, resting your foreheads together.
"Now that's what I call good luck," Mathias said grinning, effectively ruining the moment. You just laughed softly at him, giving him a kiss on the nose.
"I thought the King of Europe didn't need things like 'good luck'," you teased. He puffed out his cheeks and pouted at you.
"Of course I don't! I was trying to be cute!"
You exhaled a laugh and poked his cheeks to deflate them. "Trust me, Mathias. You're cute enough without saying cheesy things like that."
"Well now. I suppose that's alright. Although I'd rather be called smokin' hot."
"You're smokin' hot too. How's that?"
"You don't sound very convinced."
"Well I should have. It's the only reason I'm dating you."
"Oh I know. It only makes sense." You could guarantee that if anyone who didn't know you two heard your conversations, they would probably think you were being serious.
"You're not gonna get yelled at for being over here, are you?"
"Of course not! I'm the captain! I'm above reproach!"
Cue annoyed coach.
"KOHLER! GET YOUR BUTT BACK ON THE FIELD AND PRACTICE YOUR STRIKES!!"
You raised an eyebrow at Mathias. "Above reproach, huh?"
He scoffed. "It wasn't a reproach. It was a suggestion!"
"Well you better get going before Olsen 'suggests' something worse for you to do."
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, babe. I'll try to come over again if I can. But if I don't see you before we have to head back into the locker rooms, give me a kiss for luck!"
You laughed again.
"So much for not needing luck," you said, but happily leaned down and kissed him again. He pulled away, grinning like a maniac, before running back onto the field.
For the next thirty to forty minutes you watched Mathias and his team run around the field, occasionally giving more good luck kisses to him when he could spare a moment. Now the team had headed inside the locker rooms and you were nervously awaiting the start of the game. You had also kept an eye on Ludwig and his team and they looked good. You knew it was gonna be a tough game for the Danes.
Screaming from all around you announced that the teams were coming onto the field. All of the men walked out, each holding the hand of a young football player. You caught Mathias' eye and beamed encouragingly, effectively wiping the overly-serious look from his face. When the Danish anthem began to play, you sang along loud and proud in support of your Dane. As the teams got into position, you tensed, eagerly awaiting the whistle signaling the start.
--Timeskip to End of Game
You couldn't believe it. Denmark had lost. They'd put in a great effort, you had to admit. But it apparently wasn't enough to beat Ludwig's men. It broke your heart though to see Mathias and the Danes walk off the field, looking so disheartened.
You waited for the majority of the crowd to trickle out of the field before making your way to the entrance to the locker rooms. On your way, you passed by Ludwig.
"Congratulations, Ludwig! Your team played very well."
"Ah, (Name). Danke. I'm very proud of zem. Ze Danes played exceptionally vell today as vell."
You smiled a little sadly at that. "Yes. I just wish it wasn't over for them."
"But they put in a good effort and zat's vat counts."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate hearing that, Ludwig. Congratulations again. Don't celebrate too hard."
"I von't, fräulein," Ludwig replied, chuckling. You gave him a quick hug before continuing on your way.
You turned a corner and finally saw the doors that were the only thing preventing you from seeing your man.
Deciding it'd be best to wait outside, you leaned against the wall next to the doors and shoved your hands in your pockets. Several of Mathias's team mates came out and you greeted them as they made their way to the outside of the stadium. After a few more minutes and players leaving, Mathias finally came out, still looking as down as he had when the game ended. You hurried over to him and lightly gripped his hand. He sighed heavily before pulling you into a tight hug and burying his face in your hair. He started mumbling something, but you couldn't understand.
"You're speaking too quietly, Mat. I can't understand you."
He sighed again and shifted his face from your hair to your neck. "I said that I hate losing. It makes me sick."
You grimaced and started rubbing his back. "You did your best, Mat, and that's what matters. No one can say you didn't put forth your best effort."
"But it doesn't feel like my best effort. We lost."
"And that happens sometimes."
He just sighed again.
"Kæreste. Jeg elsker dig," you told him, using the little Danish you knew. Mathias was always trying to teach you and it wasn't easy. You hoped that by using his language, you might be able to cheer him up a bit. And you were right in doing so. You could feel him smile against your neck, and he tightened his hold on you just enough to let you know he heard.
"Jeg elsker også dig, min elskede."
You hummed in response, happy that he was feeling a little better. After a few more moments he pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you down the hall to the exit.
"Maybe today wasn't so bad after all."
You looked up at him. "And why's that, hun?"
He smiled down at you.
"I still have you, don't I?"