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Uvogin demands an apology from Reader's bully

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Author: LazyPerfectionist (on ao3)

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"Uvogin! UVOGIN!" You screamed after him to no avail. Who knew the answer to the question Who hurt you? could incite such a reaction?

He wasn't listening to anything you had to say, and you couldn't keep pace with the 8 and a half-foot tall man now storming out of your home regardless, so you instead gave up, falling back into your chair, staring at your splinted wrist. It looked worse than it felt, thanks to the extra-strength ibuprofen you had gotten from the urgent care center, and you were lucky enough that you hadn't broken anything in your fall. But the man who had pushed you wouldn't be so lucky.

Unfortunately, Uvogin had already extracted the truth out of you, and maybe a small, small part of you didn't want to protect your workplace bully all that much. It had been just a few mere weeks since you'd started working at the new office, but your coworker had been getting progressively more physical with you ever since you'd rejected his first advances, stating that (1) this was a place of work and you wanted to avoid any lack of professionalism, and (2) you were already involved with someone. He had started by "accidentally" knocking your stacks of filed papers off your desk, letting doors slam in your face if you walked behind him, and nudging against you a little too hard in the company lounge in order to reach the cabinets.

You hadn't reported him because of fear of retaliation and not wanting to cause trouble given that you had just started the job there. But finally, he'd reached a point where he'd all but shoved you out of the way when you tried to walk out of the door, and you'd tripped and injured yourself as you tried to break your fall with your hand, earning you a solo trip to get medical aid. It was particularly upsetting that other people had seen it happen but averted their eyes since the asshole happened to be the company president's son. It's funny how it always seemed to turn out that way.

Maybe Uvogin could scare him just a little bit with his presence alone. That would be enough.

You sat up and focused on starting dinner for the two of you, and sighed as you realized how difficult it was to cut vegetables with a splint on your dominant hand. Maybe you'd just order takeout for today.

Takeout arrived before Uvogin did, and you started to get concerned. You had half expected him to give up on his angry display and return, and even if he had shown up at your work and threw a tantrum, it shouldn't take him this long to come back.

As if he could sense your concern, the door flung open and you were happy to see Uvogin return for dinner, until you saw what he was dragging in behind him:

Your coworker, bruised, beaten and bloodied into an almost unrecognizable pulp.

"Oh my God..." You said, your hands covering your mouth in shock.

"He's still alive, relax," Uvogin huffed, ignoring the trail of blood he was smearing onto your hardwood floor, as he sat up the young man against a wall, and crouched before him.

He was right, the man was still alive, even though the way his face almost seemed to cave in, and the limp way he held himself made you wonder if he shouldn't be. You felt almost nauseous looking at him. Even if you hated him, this wasn't exactly what you had wanted to happen.

"Apologize," Uvogin barked at the half-dead individual before him.

"Uvo..." Your voice stuck in your throat as you felt tears starting to come to your eyes. "This isn't what I wanted."

"That's perfectly fine. I want this," he insisted, his eyes still focused on the poor husk of a man struggling to breathe before him. "APOLOGIZE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT."

Uvo's voice was a roar that seemed like it would shatter all of the windows in your house. Now you were terrified, and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him, desperately.

"Uvo, it's fine, please stop, I'm fine, I promise! I don't need an apology!" You said, now hot tears streaming down your face and into the fabric of his shirt.

Uvogin seemed to relax into your embrace, then turned around to face you, rising to his full, tremendous height.

"Are you sure? I can kill him if you want." His voice was still soft as he said this despite the gravity of his words.

You nodded quickly, trying to hold back the choked sounds coming from your throat as you buried yourself into him again. "It's fine, Uvo. It's enough. Please, please just let me call an ambulance."

He seemed to let out an exasperated sigh at this statement, at your sentimentality, but agreed.

"Fine. But if anyone ever hurts you again, their death will be their apology," he said, and you swallowed a lump in your throat, knowing he fully meant it.