The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Gunnar Stahl- Fling

We arrive in California Friday afternoon, and Andrews first game is tomorrow morning. We check into the hotel and go to our room.

"mamma, vado a dare un'occhiata in giro, torno più tardi." I tell her I'm going to go look around. She nods and I leave.

I walk into the elevator and press ground floor. It goes down and stops at the second floor, and a tall blonde walks into the elevator.

"Ciao, or hello." I say to him and he nods.

"Hello." He says, in a thick accent. "You playing or watching?" He asks.

"Watching. My brother, plays for Italy." And he nods, "what about you? Playing or watching?"

"Playing, for Iceland." He responds.

"So are you playing anytime soon?" I ask, and he shakes his head. I give him a once over, and he's not that bad looking.

"Not until tomorrow afternoon." He says and the elevator doors open and we walk out.

"I'll have to come watch then."

"Yes, you will."

The next day, I watch Andrew play against USA and they lose. I feel bad for them but USA has a really good team, and two big goons. I walk out of the rink and I walk into somebody.

"Sorry!" I say and the blonde from yesterday turns around. "Oh hey!"

"Hello." He replies back. "You never told me your name yesterday."

"Oh my apologies, I'm y/n." I stick my hand out, to which he grabs.

"Gunnar." We shake and then let go, "are you watching me play at 2?"

"Sure, I have nothing else going on."

"I'll see you then, pretty." I stand there while he walks away, blushing. 'He'd be a perfect fling while I'm here.' I think to myself as I finally pick up my feet and walk away.

2pm comes around and I'm sitting in the rink watching the puck drop. I feel bad for the other team, all of Icelands players are 6ft, and are built like they body build. It doesn't take long for Iceland to rack up the points against them.

They end the game with 11-0. I wait outside of the hallway where the teams get changed. A lot of players from both teams walk out before Gunnar comes out.

"Hey that was a good game you played." I say when he walks up to me.

"Thank you."

"We are going to take a quick walk, if you have nothing to do."

"I'm free."

"So I'm gonna be really bold here. I want to have a little fling while I'm over here. And you, are really attractive so if you don't have girlfriend back home, I was wondering if you'd be open to it." I say when we get out of earshot of the people around us. He takes a second before responding.

"A fling? No emotional ties and once the tournament is done, we don't keep in touch?" He asks.

"Well that could be debated, but yeah basically." I answer his question, "I just got out of a bad relationship, and I just want to have some fun."

"Okay. I'll give you fun, Icelandic style." And he winks. "My team is going to be hanging out tonight, I could sneak away at 11pm and you could find me in my room." He takes my hand, and I smile.

"And what number of room will I find you in?" I ask.

"240, second floor." We walk back into the hotel, and I nod.

"I'll see you at 11pm then." I say while smirk and I give him a wink before walking away.

10:50pm rolls around and my parents are out, and my brother is with his friends. I get dressed in something pretty and head out. I go down the stairs and head into the second floor. I count the door numbers. 237, 238, 239, 240. 10:59 reads on my watch. I knock on the door and I hear footsteps.

Gunnar opens the door, with nothing but his boxers on. I look him over. 'Holy shit, what Greek god loved you so much.' He grabs me by my waist and brings me into the room.

"You look beautiful in that y/n." He whispers, in such a deep seductive voice that my knees trembled. "But I bet you'd look so much better with nothing on right now." I start taking off my shirt, only to reveal a lingerie bra to which he raises his eyebrows. I slip off my pants, so now I'm standing here in his room with nothing but a bra and a thong. He comes towards me and lifts me up and starts kissing me. I wrap my legs around him so I can stay up. He brings me over to the bed and lays me down. He moves his lips down my neck, then down further. He waits no longer before slipping off my thong and his boxers.

I lay there with him afterward, out of breath.

"I really like Icelandic style." I say and he laughs. His laugh is so different from his persona. His laugh is so precious and sweet, but he acts so tough on the outside. I get up and get my clothes back on and look at the clock. 1:04am.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asks, and I nod before leaving his room. 'Nora is going to love this story when I get home.'

-A/N-
A part 2 of this could be debated, since I kind of want to write more about this. Or I could make a short story going more into detail. Lemme know if any would be down to read it!