Royal Disputes | Viktor x Reader

5- cat savers worries

The morning after // 10: 23 am

Viktor's eyes fluttered, the sun shining through the elongated window that was on the roof's slanted ceiling, curtains flowing beautifully and he took it upon himself to stare at the telescope sitting below the glass, a blanket messily laid next to it as if Y/n snuck up there late at night to stargaze in his sleep.

He couldn't be creeped out by it, it was her house and she was allowed to set foot anywhere despite his presence.

The delicious aroma of pancakes engulfed his nose, the sweet scent of syrup mixed with the fading smell of incense.

He could hear the distant humming of Y/n accompanied by the sound of clinking plates and cutlery, it gave him a feeling of comfort he could not comprehend.

Viktor sat up from his spot, ready to swing his legs over the side of the bed with ease when a tender discomfort surged throughout his body, reaching the pits of his stomach which contained nothing but bread from the previous night.

Remembering the moments before disaster, the adopted prince felt as if everything that occurred was only a dream, one he was inside of..

He nearly began believing he'd conjured it up in need of an interesting life, he always told Jayce of his dreams...

The vivid ones he found strange...

So what was stopping him from pinching himself awake?

Lightly, Viktor pinched the skin on his wrist, bringing his mind back to reality.

He looked around at his current state, being reminded that he was most definitely not going insane.

Where else would his injuries come from?

Besides, the bed he woke up in was far too comfortable feeling to be a figure of his imagination.

"There's a girl in town, and the word's gone around.. she's just fine..." Just then, Y/n's voice filtered beautifully, a song so unfamiliar, so out of that timeline...

Although he was sure he had never heard it before, the worlds truly felt nostalgic to him; like a road, he had gone down before, but the plants surrounding it grew from weeds to a large jungle that emitted a thick fog that prevented him from sight, or as if in another universe, it was a song he listened to constantly...

He wondered where Y/n had heard it from, but considering she was a witch, there were countless possibilities.

He did read in the book about witches the night before that they had visions frequently with the right practice, from other.. places.. times... alternate universes where they existed...

It was amazing just how much Y/n was capable of seeing.. or doing for that matter-

"Oh, Prince boy's up.."

Viktor, staring off into space was pulled from it and faced with Y/n peeking in from the top of the ladder, placing down the plate of pancakes and glass of what looked like a strawberry milkshake on the floor to climb up the rest of the steps.

"Um.. good morning..." Viktor greeted awkwardly, he raised his hand to wave at her, but let it drop immediately in embarrassment from the simple and kind gesture.

Why was he embarrassed? He didn't know the exact reason, but maybe it was cause Y/n's presence alone made him feel all sorts of unwanted emotions...

Fear and the constant, lingering feeling of being anxious were two of them, yet admiration was another.

He stared at the h/c tones in her hair, lightly bouncing behind her every step as she placed the plate and cup on her bedside table, Viktor making space by transferring the thick books Y/n had laying around to the floor temporarily.

"Eat up, I'll be brewing you a potion to relieve some pain you might be having downstairs if you need anything"

Taking his plate from the bedside table, he began chewing slowly, watching her retreat back to the lower level Viktor was wanting to take a peek at.

Although he was taught to be precise and well-mannered, there were times the tall brunette had let his childish traits take over; like being nosy and insensitive.

Viktor wasn't perfect.

Nobody could ever be, perfect.

How can one describe another as that when the word itself was so notorious?

The two words connected, and it seemed to remind the boy that they were both critical terms amongst the people when describing his family...

Viktor began wondering again, he appeared to be doing that a lot recently...

Maybe it was the free time he had laying in a bed that wasn't his all day?

He wasn't occupied with anything, so drifting off in his thoughts was enough to clear his boredom.

Sure, there were plenty of books he could read, but he was already taking up space in her home, including her schedule of whatever it was witches did...

He didn't want to be any more of a bother by reading even more of her private studies.

A low purr interrupted the tired boy's thoughts.

C/n had hopped his way up the ladder, notifying the injured man in the bed of his presence and the necklace that was hanging off his neck.

Viktor took it off him, somehow knowing it wasn't meant to be there for the cat.

dangling from the necklace, a tiny spell jar filled with herbs, spices, crystal bits and other ingredients that at first glance, was strange to see mixed to mere civilians.

It was wrapped with a small note which Viktor had taken off, revealing the white wax that sealed it shut.

C/n meowed as if to tell him to put it on.

Viktor obeyed the cats' orders, feeling crazy for having known what C/n meant with just a single meow but continued to read the letter obviously written by Y/n.

'I can feel your guilt from down here, you are no bother to me. After all, you found C/n for me, didn't you? Put on this necklace, it's meant to radiate positivity. Please make yourself at home, you can even read if you want. Just please don't touch anything other than books on my shelves thank you :)'

There was a satisfactory feeling that seemed to take over the helpless one, Viktor twirling the miniature spell jar in between his fingertips.

He glanced down at it briefly, an unwanted grin sneaking its way to his face as he finished a large portion of the fluffy pancakes Y/n was so skilled at making.

Who was he to refuse her offer?

There was a lot more he could learn with the books Y/n had to provide him...

Maybe he could understand her better that way...