Grian Oneshots

♔ The Viking Visit ♔

Authors Note

If you want to watch KOV, just know that despite being a Minecraft roleplay marketed for children, it's really not for children and includes stuff such as SA, rape and victim blaming.

TW: KOV, vikings, violence and mention of rape

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Grian woke up to the feeling of magic: the feeling of silk tickling his fingers and a faint electricity making his body shiver. The sensation was familiar, the last time he had felt this way, Grumbot had passed through the rift.

Panic washed over him like a tidal wave as he couldn't see what or who had passed through the rift, meaning it was a living being and not just a sentient thing like Grumbot. His communicator was frantically pulled out and a message written:

[<Grian> Hey X, someone just passed through the rift and I don't know who or what!]

[<XisumaVoid> I'll look into any abnormalities in the code to see if I can find anything that doesn't belong]

After Grumbot had passed through the magic rift, Grian and Xisuma had studied it. Xisuma didn't find out much, but on the contrary the parrot figured out something: him and the rift were linked, anything that would come out of the rift would have a connection to the blonde, and now living beings connected to him had passed through. Thoughts spiraled in his head thinking of anyone connected to him. It could be Sam, or worse Watchers, or- A pling pulled him out of his train of thoughts.

[<XisumaVoid> I found something, there appears to be a large group of vikings on the server, I'll go talk to them]

Grians blood froze as he read the message. Vikings, but he had killed them all and burned their village, he had made sure no Vikings were left alive, not after what Olga did to him. But now they were here and he had no idea what they were capable of doing. He would make sure it never happened to any of the hermits, no matter the cost. He opened his Watcher-eyes, bringing his focus to the admin and the Vikings, and while he couldn't hear what they were saying he could see if they acted malicously towards his admin.

Their conversation seemed peaceful, but Olga was also friendly towards him and his friends at first as well, he knew the real her. An eye caught a glimpse of her and his heart sped up while his vision fogged, her smile bringing him back to that cage... A pling saved him and he checked his message.

[<XisumaVoid> The vikings seem nice and they understand English very well, I'm going to call a server meeting for all to meet them]

Another message, this time aimed for the whole server plinged.

[<XisumaVoid> Server meeting at spawn, we have guests]

Grian knew he couldn't meet them because Olga and her husband would recognize him, and while they wouldn't do anything to him, other than being 'friendly' in front of others, he knew she wouldn't rest without having her boytoy back. He texted X privately, an excuse ready in his mind.

[<Grian> I was thinking of doing some research on the rift, find out why it activated]

[<Grian> It's okay tho, I can just meet the vikings another time!]

[<XisumaVoid> Oh sure, good luck]

♔

Grian watched the hermits take interest in the vikings, asking them questions and getting combat tips - they all thought the Nordics were cool. He hated how well the vikings masked their dark nature, and he hated how all the hermits fell for it.