Viktor x Reader

Twenty-Two

"You can still turn back.", your hand was already on the metal door, while your eyes were fixed on Viktor. "Last chance."

Casually leaning on his crutch, he tilted his head and smiled sarcastically.

One of his eyebrows rose.

"What?", he asked with amusement in his voice. "I can't leave you on your own. You'll run heads first into a mess."

You snorted, rolling your eyes.

"I beg your pardon, I'm not that terrible...", a bitter smile appeared on your lips because you knew how right he was.

The first job had been risky enough and you almost blew it.

Thank the gods Sevika had been there otherwise you'd probably sit in a cell in Piltover. Or worse, someone would have to scratch your remains from the shiny pavement.

With a harsh knock on the door, you made yourself noticed.

The small window opened.

Sevika's eyes met yours.

For a brief moment her gaze wandered past you to examine Viktor. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but it was easy to tell that a smug smirk covered the lower half of her face.

The window closed again. Not a moment later the door swung open with a loud, nasty creak.

Viktor pulled a face.

"You should get it oiled.", he noted soberly and met Sevika's eyes. "Are you who my (Y/N) works for?"

Sevika let a small huff be heard.

"Your (Y/N).", she glanced at you, smirking broad. "Cute. No, I don't pay. But I do give orders."

Understanding, he hummed, walked up to the door, but waited and threw a glance over his shoulder to you.

With your lips pressed into a thin line, you shrugged.

"She is like that.", you gave Sevika a pat to the shoulder. "But don't worry. She's a lot softer than she looks like."

She rolled her eyes.

With another heavy sound, the door fell shut again.

Curious, Viktor let his eyes wander through the room.

Usually, he was a shy person with little to no interest to explore unfamiliar surroundings unless he deemed them useful for his own cause.

But now he seemed to be a totally different man.

Some kind of sparkle lit up those amber eyes of his as he stretched his neck and watched the deep sea creatures pass the glass window. His mouth was slightly parted, lips formed into a sound of surprise and mesmerisation.

He reminded you a lot of the old Viktor, the curious child he had been before the cold, harsh reality of the Undercity had crushed all the hopes he's ever had.

"(Y/N)!", with an excited smile brightening up his face he turned to show you a gigantic fish that emerged from the deep blue depths. "It's a giant of ancient times."

A cold shiver of respect chased through your body.

The gigantic fish crossed the glass front seemed to be made of stone. It's eyes were almost completely grown into the skull.

Teeth decorated the front of its mouth, but they also were attached to the outer layer of the skin.

It was like a creature of nightmares, a reason why you hated to swim in the waters of the lanes.

"True power often is more than just appearance.", a smooth voice tore you from your thoughts. "It lies within."

Both you and Viktor turned your heads.

Silco's proud face met you.

Immediately, his eyes fell onto Viktor. They shimmered so full of curiosity yet the thought about how this new person could be used to serve his own purpose.

Silco already had a plan for him and he didn't even know a name to the new face.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

With your head lowered, you put on a brave expression and dared to approach Silco without him allowing it first.

"I must ask for a favour.", you said in a low voice so that Viktor wouldn't hear.

But he was too busy admiring the creatures of the deep anyways.

Silco hummed.

"You can't protect them all.", he said and folded his hands behind his narrow back. "He'll get work like any other."

You shook your head.

"No. He's not made for work... like that."

His black eye trembled.

"I can tell. Why did you bring him here then?"

Hesitantly, you looked up to meet his gaze. But you froze as Singed's face appeared behind the other man.

This man didn't seem to be a person for emotions. And yet there was this expression in his eyes.

He knew something.

"I'll take him.", he said without skipping a beat. "As my assistant."

Your eyes jumped to Viktor.

"Why?", you asked confused. "How? I mean..."

Your eyes narrowed.

It didn't sit right with you that this man knew something about your closest childhood friend that you didn't.

Behind you, Viktor moved.

He turned around, was already turned halfway, as the smile on his face froze.

You noticed.

Confused, you let your eyes wander between the strange man and Viktor.

There was something in his eyes, memories that he didn't quite leave in the past.

"Viktor?", you asked.

He didn't react.

All he did was stare at Singed. He didn't even blink. His eyes were trembling.

"Viktor?", you took a step towards him.

That's when life returned to his limbs and he stumbled back. As he did so, so full of fear and odd memories, he almost dropped his crutch and fell to the ground.

One of his hands tried to grab the air for support. He fell with his back against the glass instead.

Breathing heavily, he scratched his nails over the surface.

An unpleasant sound filled the tense silence.

He was in shock.

With your eyes narrowed and confusion on your face, you looked at Singed.

"I suppose you owe me an explanation.", you said with a sour tone in your voice.

Singed looked absolutely unimpressed.

With his lips pressed into a thin line, he lowered his shoulders and retreated to the shadows.

"I don't owe you anything.", he said. "But if you make up your mind, I'm willing to owe you a good amount of money. Viktor."