Viktor x Reader

Thirty

Your heart beat wildly inside your chest as you walked Heimerdinger back to the elevator that led up to Topside.

You didn't dare to say a word, yet you couldn't help and make it obvious how much you needed to hear him say the things you wanted him to say.

He hadn't looked at you once for the entirety of the way back. Instead, he seemed to be lost in thoughts, busy with things that you probably wouldn't understand.

As he set foot into the elevator, he didn't even turn around.

He just straightened his back, crossed both arms behind it and looked up as if he tried to see the shiny roofs of a city that was so different from the one down where you came from.

The gates closed.

Greasy oil and burned water mixed inside your nose.

Some heavy feeling pressed down on your shoulders as the elevator got moving.

The platform rose.

Slowly, Heimerdinger moved upwards and out of sight.

Air started to burn inside your lungs.

A whimper escaped your lips.

"Some flowers truly do grow in the shade.", his voice suddenly mumbled. "Well... We will see."

And with that he was gone.

It wasn't much, but at least something to make your heart jump with relief.

A small smile appeared on your lips.

"Thank you..!", you couldn't help but whisper that after him even though it was unlikely he still heard it.

Rubbing the tiredness and exhaustion from your eyes, you turned on your heel and walked down the bridge to get back to Viktor.

Your feet were already on the last step as a cold shiver crawled down your spine.

Out of reflex, you reached into your pocket and wrapped your fingers around the handle of your knife.

The weight of a hand pressed down on your shoulder. Fingers dug into your flesh, so harsh and persistent that it made you feel like muscles rubbed against bones.

In one swift movement, you twirled around, tore the knife into the air and grabbed a fist full of fabric.

With full force you pushed into the stranger and made them stumble back against a wall.

A surprised huff escaped the person.

"Don't move.", you hissed and pressed the dull side of the knife against the strangers neck.

A sharp breath was sucked in.

"You're a lot worse than you look like.", a familiar female voice said.

Surprised, your gaze jumped up to meet a pair of deep brown eyes.

"Sevika.", you eased the pressure on her neck but didn't let go entirely. "What do you do here?"

She took a deep breath, visibly not pleased by your attack on her.

"What did you do with that thing?", she asked, not wasting a single second.

Taken aback, you frowned.

"What thing?", you asked back.

"That thing.", one of her eyebrows rose as she pointed towards the elevators. "You know what I mean."

You didn't dare to answer.

Instead, you took a careful step back and eyed her for a moment.

"Did Silco send you to spy on me?", you asked, eyes narrowed.

Her face didn't give away a single emotion. All she seemed to be was bored.

With two fingers, she fished a cigar from her pocket and lit the tip to take a deep breath.

The tip glowed in a deep, fiery orange.

It made you nervous to see her act this way.

Somehow, it felt suspicious.

"Silco asked for you.", Sevika finally said. "But it seems you switched teams. He won't be pleased to hear about that."

A cold shiver chased through your limbs. Goosebumps grew all over your body.

Of course you hadn't expected things to go without issues.

But if Silco found out you wanted to leave, things could turn ugly real quick. It was just like Viktor had said, once you had business in the Undercity it would never leave you alone ever again.

"I didn't switch teams.", you tried to escape the upcoming storm. "I wasn't on yours in the first place."

Sevika huffed.

A cloud of grey smoke seeped from her lips as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tilted her head to gift you a glance that said more than a thousand words.

"You did a job for Silco, you're his property.", she said. "That's how it is."

"Not for me."

"You don't matter."

One of your eyebrows rose in a sarcastic manner.

"But you do?"

For a moment, she seemed to think.

"Not yet.", she admitted and threw the halfway smoked cigar away. "But one day I'll come out at the top."

"Good for you. I assume you want something, now that you saw me in a situation that could be a disadvantage to me once Silco catches a hint."

A smirk appeared on her dark lips.

"Are you offering?"

"Don't fucking play with me, Sevika, I'm serious. Or do you want to be nice and forget what you saw?"

"Well... Not really. What would I gain from that?"

"Then speak up. I don't got all day."

Annoyed, you crossed both arms in front of your chest and raised your chin to meet her gaze.

You weren't willing to let her have the high ground. Unfortunately, she was the one who had cards to play against you.

All you could do was wait for her to play into your cards.

If she ever did.

"No matter what I decide to do, you will have to come with me.", Sevika did a gesture. "Now."

You frowned.

"Why?", you asked.

"Because if you don't show up, Silco will send someone who's a lot less nicer than I am."

Now you were the one who had to snort with amusement.

"Nice?", you asked, one eyebrow raised. "You?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You're not getting anywhere with this. Let's get going. You're wasting time."

She turned around.

But your legs refused to walk.

"I can't.", you said and looked down where the outline of the pier waited for you. "I need to go home."

She glanced over her shoulder.

"Come with me or you'll never go home again.", she warned.