Viktor x Reader

Twenty-Eight

Carefully, you glanced around the pier before gesturing for Heimerdinger to follow you down the stairs.

His little steps echoed on the dirty pavement.

"Interesting...", he hummed as his gaze wandered over the pitch black surface of the water. "No reflection of the moon."

You let out a sober sound of agreement.

"No stars either.", you glanced up, trying to remember the last time you had seen one of the small light orbs in the sky. "Sometimes the sun doesn't show either."

He frowned.

"Sometimes?"

"When the factories work overtime, they produce more pollution. The ash and gas covers the sky and it's dark for a few hours, no matter what time of the day it is."

"But they have regulations. How can they commit such vile acts against the laws of the city."

Now you couldn't help but huff. It almost felt like you had to laugh.

But instead, a cough made your chest pull together. A small strand of saliva dripped from your mouth.

Quickly, you wiped away the evidence before anyone could notice and get concerned.

With a quick glance, you checked if there was light in one of your windows.

Small candles weren't enough to illuminate the place enough to see clear outlines of people. Only vague shadows managed to form behind the curtains.

Someone moved.

You gestured for Heimerdinger to stay back.

The entire house was secured with Viktor's crazy inventions, some more dangerous than others.

People who weren't in the know would easily walk right into them and cause a huge fuss for everyone around to notice.

With a guest like the founder of Piltover, attention was more than unwanted.

One wrong step and everything would blow to pieces.

Slowly, you took the first few steps towards the door and knocked a few times.

On the other side, someone seemed to move.

Something made of metal was placed on a hard surface.

The legs of a chair ran over the ground.

Heavy breaths reached your ears.

For a moment everything went silent.

Your gaze jumped over to Heimerdinger, who was waiting at the corner.

With interest in his eyes, he looked up and followed all the cables and screws that spread to all the directions of the house.

"This looks unusual, to say the least...", he mumbled, one hand caressing the white beard of his. "Such complex mechanisms."

He wasn't intimidated, but simply examined the structure. It was as if he was grading work of his students.

And it seemed to impress.

Knocks on the other side of the door attracted your attention.

You returned to the usual procedure that you and Viktor followed if one was at home and the other wasn't.

You answered the knocks with a row of knocks as well.

The doorknob moved.

But the door only opened a crack, wide enough for bright amber eyes to greet you with an angered gleam.

As soon as your gazes locked you could feel how your heart went heavy.

An apology was already on the tip of your tongue as Viktor closed his eyes, slightly shook his head as to tell you to keep your mouth shut and closed the door.

Locks opened.

Then Viktor appeared.

Gentle warmth stroked your face.

It smelled of firewood and food.

"You're late.", he said. "Again."

This time he didn't seem to be willing to listen to one of your many excuses.

All he did was stare at you.

"Viktor...", you stepped aside to make him look outside.

But he refused.

"You told me one more job.", he started, audibly and visibly upset. "And then you just disappear for a day without telling me where you went!"

You didn't say anything.

Not a single world could have fixed this.

But sometimes actions spoke louder than words.

Without opening your mouth, you stepped aside and gestured towards the pier where Heimerdinger still stood.

His entire attention was turned towards the mechanisms that covered the house.

It was as if he saw something like this for the very first time.

At first, Viktor was confused.

With his eyebrows knitted together, he stretched his neck to throw a glance out the door into the dark.

It took him a moment to realise what kind of creature stood in front of the house.

Then something crossed his face.

Surprise.

Shock.

Excitement.

All these things made his eyes light up.

But almost immediately, his head snapped back into your direction.

With surprising strength, Viktor grabbed you by the sleeve and pulled you into the house.

"Is that Heimerdinger?!", he asked, almost out of breath.

You couldn't help but smile.

"Isn't that insane?", you asked and grabbed him by the shoulders to shake him. "He came here to see you."

He frowned.

His eyes jumped through the room, both in confusion and nervousness.

"He did?", his hand rose to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he thought about something. "I mean that's great... Wait... How did he even get here?"

"He asked me to show him.", you tried to push him towards the door but his heels dug into the wooden planks and made it almost impossible to make him move. "He wanted to see you."

Viktor leaned against the pressure you pushed him with.

"(Y/N)... wait a moment...", supported by his crutch, he turned his head to look at you. "What did you do?"

Surprised by that question, you frowned.

"What do you mean?"

His facial expression changed. He seemed to mistrust the situation.

"Heimerdinger doesn't come to the Undercity for just some guy.", he said, curling his lips. "Did you threaten him?"

"No? I...", you sighed. "Can't we call it luck?"

"Luck?", Viktor couldn't hold in an amused huff. "We don't have luck. We are Zaunites."

Disappointment appeared on your face.

All of a sudden the feeling of overwhelming happiness washed over you and left a cold, sober tingle in the back of your brain.

"No...", you managed to gift him a sad smile. "We're not lucky... But you're talented."