Viktor x Reader

Eighteen

Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, you finally returned to the Undercity.

Your legs were still weak, barely strong enough to carry you down the stairs to Silco's hideout.

"Fuck.", you gasped while holding onto the wall with one hand. "Sevika..."

"Hm?", one of her hands grabbed you by the shoulder. "Are you alright?"

You had to take a deep breath.

"I'm... not sure. But you won't tell?"

"Tell what?"

"How close it was."

She shrugged.

Her hand moved to the stuffed bag that she had thrown over her shoulder.

"It worked out, I don't care how.", she said and opened the door for you. "No need to tell details."

Your haze lingered on the colourful light.

All at once, exhaustion presse down on you. It felt like rocks tried to bury you.

"Thanks...", you glanced at her. "Any chance I can repay the favour?"

She lit herself a cigarette.

"I'm sure we can work something out once I need something.", she gifted you a smirk. "Now get going, we don't have time to waste. We're already late."

Confused, you frowned.

"Late?", you asked and stepped into the lab.

"Yes, late indeed.", Silco's smooth voice answered. "I hope you brought a good excuse with you."

Your eyes met his gaze.

A shiver crawled down your spine.

The way his black eye moved gave you the creeps.
Something about this man was deeply evil.

A hint of regret already formed in the pit of your stomach.

You had to get the money and then get the hell out of that man's business.

Taking a deep breath in, you straightened your back and did a gesture to ask for the bag from Sevika.

For a moment, her eyes jumped up to meet Silco's. Her lips twitched, a low sound escaped.

He raised an eyebrow, his head tilted, to ask a silent question.

The hint of an idea shimmered inside his eyes. He seemed to know that something was off. And he demanded for her to answer.

Her eyes moved to you.

It felt like knifes stabbed you in the back.

"Here you go.", she dropped the bag in front of your feet.

The knot broke and a ton of items spilled out, all over the floor.

With a sound of curiosity and surprise, Silco eyed your acquired goods.

"Interesting...", he bend down to pick up one half of a golden microscope. "This is... a job well done."

He showed the price to Singed, who was watching from afar.

Agreeing, he hummed before pulling his glasses all the way down to the tip of his nose and checking the contents of the bag himself.

"It is.", he mumbled while looking through the small objects made of shiny metal. "Those are... scientific equipment. Where did you get this?"

He looked up to examine you from top to bottom.

There was this shimmer in his eyes, this idea that he had. But he didn't want to confirm it.

Singed was a man of logic. Making quick decisions without asking about the facts beforehand would have made him look questionable.

With beating heart, you looked to Silco from the corner of your eyes.

An amused smirk appeared on his face.

"Well...", he did a gesture as if he was the one who had performed a thing of the impossible. "Your new helping hand just stole from our dearest Heimerdinger."

Singer's eyebrows rose.

"Is that so?", he turned an object in his hand that he seemed to be particularly interested in. "Well... In that case, I have to take back what I said. You really are worth for something."

Slightly proud about the praise, yet feeling insulted, you smirked and nodded your head in thanks.

"Then I guess my pay will increase.", you turned to Silco. "I'm serious. If this will be my work, I want to get a bonus for the risk I'm taking."

Silco closed his healthy, blue eye.

"Your demands annoy me.", he admitted with a hint of his teeth showing. "But even I can't deny that you are of use."

His hand reached into his pocket to fetch another bag filled with coins.

You eyed it before daring to touch the strings on which it dangled.

"This is...", you bit your lips.

"Not enough?", he asked with one eyebrow raised. "Don't worry. This is just for a job well done. Next time, you'll get more. And after that more."

Your eyes narrowed.

"I'm supposed to go up there again?!", you asked.

He shrugged.

"That or be unemployed."

Singed got up, the entire bag in his hands.

A new kind of expression appeared inside his eyes.

"I am pleased with this outcome.", he said. "I will make sure that you will get payed lavishly. If you are willing to do something."

Unsure, you let your eyes wander between Silco, Singed and then to Sevika.

A deep breath escaped her. She gently shook her head, but didn't interfere.

She was smart enough to know that it would be stupid to get into Silco's or Singed's way.

If they wanted something, all she could do was recommend what to do. Or rather what not.

Maybe it was stupid to gamble for more than you already had. But the promise of more money, desperately needed money, made you open your mouth anyways.

"You want me to go back.", you said. "Into this house of Heimerdinger."

Singed hummed.

"Indeed...", he fished a piece of metal from the bag to hand it to you like a token of appreciation.

One of your eyebrows rose.

You took the thing anyways.

It was a small lens, like a magnifying glass. Colourful light reflected in it.

You could see your own face, unsure, hesitant.

"I assume I won't go back for just anything.", you looked up. "But something special."

His eyes flinched.

"A sharper mind than I thought... Let's not talk about it yet. Rest. The biggest decisions are made after thinking about them."

With a nod of his head, he excused himself, turned away and left with everything you just had stolen from one of the mosh powerful beings in all of Piltover.

A shaky breath escaped you.

"I will return."

"Tomorrow.", Silco agreed.

"Tomorrow..."