Viktor x Reader

Sixteen

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

You were in the middle of robbing Heimerdinger.

The Cecil Heimerdinger. One of the founding members of this very city, a creature of the arcane and professor.

Goosebumps grew all over you. Cold sweat crawled down your back.

"Shit!", you cursed.

Your kegs twitched. You were about to back out of this and jump through one of the windows, as a sound made your heart stop.

Someone opened the door.

Out of reflex, you ran up to the desk, that were lined up at the end of the room, and jumped behind them.

You took a deep breath and slammed a hand to your mouth to silence the smallest of sounds.

There was a small crack at the backside of the desk under which a small ray of light crawled.

The light touched the fingers of your hand that you had pressed to the ground of support.

Sounds tore the silence apart.

A shadow appeared inside the light.

But it didn't look like the shadow of a species that Heimerdinger was part of.

It looked like an animal.

You remembered that Heimerdinger had a pet, a small animal that seemed like a ball of fur. It was a poro.

Shivers chased through your limbs.

Those little things were little bastards with insanely good noses. If this thing would get too close, you were done for.

Thankfully, you had an ace up your sleeve.

Poro's were as good in smelling things as they were blown on food.

The small steps got closer. The sound of a nose sniffing the ground filled your ears.

It was a little as if a dog was looking for intruders.

"Well, well, little friend.", a high pitched voice chuckled. "Do you smell the new furniture polish? Makes the wood smell noble, doesn't it? You'll get used to it."

Barking, then the sounds of little steps again.

They started to get closer.

Slowly, you let your hand slide into your pocket and grabbed a hand of snacks.

Viktor had given them to you a few weeks back. Humans wouldn't be able to eat them anymore, but poro's could eat  just about anything.

Sniffing and barking, the poro approached.

Your eyes followed the shadow until it was so short and small that a head full of thick, white fur appeared. Horns came to sight.

Your heart beat wildly inside your chest.

Your fingers tightened around the snacks. You pulled them out.

The poro froze. Its little head snapped up.

A sound of excitement escaped the creature.

You shook the snacks in your hand to create a rustling sound.

Big, black, button like eyes met yours.

Your heart stopped.

The poro didn't move. Only a small huff escaped that little mouth.

Without breaking the eye contact, you offered a hand dull of snacks.

All you needed was for it to take the food and eat until the sleepiness kicked in.

But you feared that it wouldn't be enough to cause a food coma. Those creatures were small but had a huge stomach. They could eat like black holes.

The poro turned its head. Carefully, it stepped closer to sniff the food.

Its tiny tail started wagging.

Within minutes, your hand was empty.

Whimpering with excitement, the poro started to lick your hands for crumbs. As it did so, it was so close that you just snatched the little thing and pressed its mouth shut.

Surprised, it squeaked, but didn't resist.

Instead, it dropped into your lap, stretched all four feet into the air and demanded for you to rub its belly.

Nervous yet ready to do anything it took to keep it calm, you started to pet the creature.

One problem was solved.

But there was still someone else in the room.

Again, steps sounded.

Heimerdinger's shadow came closer.

A soft curse escaped you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you took a deep breath and held it.

The silence was so tense, someone could have cut it with a knife.

The sound of something heavy being moved filled the room.

Someone groaned, exhausted.

"Oh my.", the little voice called out again. "Sometimes it sure would be nice to be taller."

Chuckling.

Feeling like the moment had you in a chokehold, you dared to bend to the side, your fingers still keeping the poro entertained.

A small figure appeared in the corner of your vision.

It wasn't taller than a child, with hair covering the entirety of its body.

It stood on a ladder, face turned away from you.

Small fingers reached out to grab a book that was about the same size as its own torso.

With a low thud it fell to the floor. A cloud of dust twirled up.

In that moment it hit you. Of the floor was this dirty, there was a possibility that you had left footprints.

Your eyes jumped through the room and indeed, there were a few marks of your shoes not far from where you were hiding.

Again, a low curse escaped your lips.

The owner of the place jumped down the ladder.

A face full or white hair appeared, with big eyes and pointy ears.

A small nose curled as the creature, no other than Heimerdinger himself, grabbed the book to carry it away.

But mere steps before the door, he stopped and threw a glance over his tiny shoulder.

A lightning of fear struck you.

Immediately, you pulled back and hid behind the desk again.

Heimerdinger frowned.

"Well?", he asked and put both hands on his hips. "Come out."

Your heart dropped.

It was impossible that he saw you.

He was so far away and it was dark. The only light that illuminated the room came from the lamps in the hallway.

"I know you're hiding.", Heimerdinger continued. "Come on, we don't got all night."

Your entire body refused to move. It was as if you had turned to stone.

It would be better to turn yourself in.

Heimerdinger was said to be an understanding, friendly being. Surely, he'd be nice and let you get away with a slap on the wrist if you were honest now.

He came closer.

Your legs twitched.

But all of a sudden, the poro jumped from your lap and ran to its owner.

Cheerfully, it wagged its tail.

Startled, you remained motionless.

"There you go!", Heimerdinger said with a smile in his voice. "Let's finish this research, shall we?"

Steps moved away.

The door fell shut again.