Naga!Pythor x Reader

Selma Adopts the Tiny Dark Lord and Pythor is His Usual Drama Queen Self

You had a book opened to your side, drinking a bittersweet sort of coffee with a rich pastry. You still sort of dreary, even from  sleeping in. Pythor had woken you up fairly early, though, considering that you'd been asleep wrapped in the coils of his tail. You'd think that'd make you cold, but the chill was much worse when he left.
                You searched for a moment for your favorite pen, then, recalling leaving it on your nightstand, you got up and went to your room.

                You were shuffling for it when you heard the door open. The knob turned abnormally slowly, and it was a while before you heard it shut in a similar subtle manner. So it wasn’t Pythor. You narrowed your eyes. The servants announced themselves too, so that ruled that out.

                You snuck to your door, and peaked out over the side.

Junior?

                He was in the Hypnobrai royal robes, scarlet eyes dashing out from the darkness of his hood.

                What was he doing here, though?

                He looked around the living area, peaking in the study, and then Pythor’s room. Apparently that’s where he wanted to go, because that’s where he went.

                You raised an eyebrow and crept across the living area, peaking around the threshold of Pythor’s room. Junior was looking around, creeping across the floor. He looked in the bathroom and then the closet, apparently upset he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

                What was he doing?

                He had a hand in his robe and as he turned you saw that his fingers were around the hilt of a dagger.

                “Junior?” you stepped in the room, walking towards him slowly.

                He basically jumped a foot in the air, pulling the knife out at you.

                You startled similarly, taking a step back.

                “What are you doing!?” you put your hands up.

                The light finally fell on his face in the shadow of the hood.

                “LLOYD?!” you stopped.

                He reached a hand up and pulled the hood down, slowly pulling the knife closer to himself, but still pointing it out.

                “How’d you get out!? Are you here after Pythor!?” you looked at him.

                He looked at the knife slowly, “no?”

                “How’d you get out?! Where’s Junior? Why are you wearing his clothes?” you wrinkled your brow demandingly.

                “Um. . .I’m not Lloyd?”

                “Seriously?” you tried to take a step back but he moved with you.

                Suddenly you realized how afraid you were of this small child with a knife.

                “Where did you get a knife?” you were frozen now.

                “I asked one of the Constrictai guards and they gave me one,” he looked at you then the knife.

                “Wow, that’s great,” you rumbled sarcastically.