Viktor x Reader

Forty-One

It pained you to slip away from the scene as Viktor received his task.

You could tell he looked around, looking for you in the crowd. You stopped at the stairs, smiled at him and made it look like you were just trying to get a better look at him.

He smiled back and returned to the notes he was supposed to scribble down for the judges to read later.

In that fraction of him not paying attention, you slipped away.

The crowd swallowed you without leaving a single trace.

Not one pair of eyes followed you as you walked down the corridor to Heimerdinger's office.

A cool gush of air danced across the perfectly polished and shiny marble floor. The banners that hung from the ceilings trembled and created a noise that was something between a soft huff and a frightening rustle.

It felt like this giant building was as deserted as a graveyard.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine.

With bated breath, you looked around before kneeling down in front of the lock.

One glance was enough to know that the tools that Singed had provided wouldn't be of any help.

This thing that kept the two wings of the door tightly locked seemed to be a creation of Heimerdinger himself.

It was made of a few metal plates, held together by screws and a strange bright blue light.

As the tip of your fingers stroked over the surface, a light fuzzy feeling chased through all of your limbs.

You had never seen magic with your own eyes before but could imagine that this was it.

The Arcane was said to be a powerful force that could both cause destruction or miracles.

It depended on the person who had the ability to call out to it.

Heimerdinger was a Yordle, a creature of magic.

Maybe he would be willing to hear you out if you were able to fully explain your situation.

But that meant you couldn't afford to betray him now.

On the other hand, Silco would kill you if this job wouldn't get done. There was no question about it.

The evil that his eyes carried was something entirely else that you had never seen before. He'd walk over bodies just to get to his next goal.

The possibility that already had happened and would only continue seemed more than likely to you as well.

It was dangerous to risk it with him, because he would kill you. It wasn't a warning but a promise.

And even though your own body was about to put out the last bit of fire in it, you didn't feel the desire to go out with a knife stuck inside your throat.

That meant you had to get into Heimerdinger's office, no matter if he'd agree to make you better with the help of the Arcane or not.

All of a sudden, sounds filled the corridor.

Struck by surprise, you let your head snap around.

Nobody was to be seen but dull voices started to form in the distance.

Silhouettes and shadows crawled across the marble floor.

Out of reflex, you jumped behind one of the banners.

The voices came closer. They sounded like two girls.

Laughter reached your ears and it started to sound like they entangled in a playful fight.

Your eyes wandered down to the floor where the brim of the banner left and inch to see their feet pass by.

They stopped for a brief moment, laughed again and kept running.

They sounded like they were quite happy.

It made you smile to see them mess around, not a care in the world, and have fun in private while all the other people had nothing on their minds but the tournament.

The way they messed with each other reminded you a lot of yourself and Viktor back in the day, when his limb hadn't been that severe and he had still been able to properly walk for some time.

Those few memories started to blur but the feelings they caused still managed to make your heart beat like on the first day.

The two girls disappeared and silence returned.

You remained motionless for a few more minutes until the beating of your heart settled again.

Then you fished out the tools that Singed had provided.

You didn't think they would work on a lock that was forged with the power of the Arcane but it was more than nothing.

If one thing was certain then that your fingers were even more useless. And if you were completely honest, you didn't want to risk it either.

Magic was nothing to mess with and you feared that one wrong move might cause damage that couldn't be made undone.

Loosing a finger wasn't on top of your bucket list.

Again, you looked around the corridor and listened for more intruders.

Everything was silent.

Only the sound of the wind chased around the pillars and made the banners tremble.

Taking a deep breath in, you inserted one of the sharper tools into a gap that seemed like it could be cracked open, and applied some pressure.

The metal started to bend a little. A small dent formed.

A plopping sound reached your ears.

Small cracks started to part the top and the bottom of the lock and a gush of bluish mist seeped out.

As it touched your (S/C) skin, goosebumps grew all over your body.

For the breath of a second the raging pain inside your body fell silent and nothing but calmness and the ability to breath easily remained.

Taken by surprise, your hand slipped and applied too much pressure. As you did so, a sharp piece of metal cut into the side of your hand and a few drops of blood poured out.

All at once, the lock snapped and both sides fell to the floor, damaged.

The blue magic poured out of it like water from a broken jar.

The first touch felt smooth and soothing. But then it turned into something cruel and painful.

The goosebumps on your body shifted and pulled together. It felt like every muscle inside your body tensed until they started to ache.

With tears of torture in your eyes and your hands shaking, you fell forward and pushed the door open.

"Shit!", you gasped.