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"I mean, I'm valuable!" You tried to convince yourself as the ice finally gave in with a sharp crack. Your hilt judded through the hole you made, numb fingers nearly dropping your blade. You couldn't feel the lower part of your body, shivering violently as you awkwardly scuffled your sword on the other side of the ice. Making the weapon parallel to the wall, you began to smash the ice from the other side, trying to pull the sword back towards you.

"I found you, after all." You looked up through your lashes, which were slowly weighing down by snow and ice. The dark purple and grey of the Skrill looked down upon you. His breath fogging the wall of ice separating you two.

He watched you, eyes narrowed but curious. From what you could see, most of his limbs were slowly breaking free of the ice he had been banished to. Wings twitching and claws curling. You hit the icy wall once more. You could feel your fingers lock up around the rod of your sword. The joints in your arms stiffening with the cold. As you yanked your arm back once more, the ice broke. Leaving you to fall on your butt.

Laying on the cold stone of rock-hard ice, you sighed. Your breath turning to ice in front of you. Maybe you should've stayed with the Dragon Riders. With another frozen sigh, you knew that would've led to this exact same situation. Well, not exactly the same.

Hiccup left you to boil and burn in a cavern deep inside an active volcano. Dagur left you to freeze up and become an artifact for the next generation to find. You weren't sure what was worse.

However, Dagur had saved you from combusting into a pile of flame and ash. Maybe Hiccup will turn the tide, and find you, trying to free the Skrill he set into ice. For Dagur.

No, he would probably let you freeze over, too.

You tried to pull yourself up to your feet. You only managed to sit up and rest against the wall. Your bones rattled against each other, you could bite your own tongue off with how hard your teeth clattered. Huddling into yourself, you prayed to Odin someone would find you before you froze to death.

Looking over your arms as you held your knees close, you saw the Skrill ram the horn on his nose against the wall he was sealed behind. You shut your eyes, breathing out once more as you felt ice build around your lungs.

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Dagur stood before the cave, torch high in his hold as he waited. Eyes narrowed, he held the flame to the dark entrance.

"Where's your little friend, Dagur?" Ryker saddled up beside the Berserker with a dark chuckle. "Think the Dragon Riders finally came back for them?"

Dagur scowled. "They wouldn't do that." He stated simply. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He saved you, after all. You wouldn't just turn on him like that... right?

"Then why are my men back but not them?" Ryker watched the viking from the corner of his eye. Dagur was simply too easy to rile up. And he was waiting for the moment he slipped up, so Viggo would finally see how utterly useless he was to their mission.

"Why can't your men find my Skrilly but they can?" Dagur shot back. You had told him the only information you knew about his Skrill was the fact Hiccup had sealed it away into an iceberg. With that, you had managed to pinpoint the beast's exact location. Which none of Ryker's men seemed to even comprehend.

Ryker let out a hard huff. "You have another hour, then we leave," He leaned in close, breath rotting. "With your friend, or not."

Dagur only glared back, eyes burning in the larger viking's skull. How he wanted to bash Ryker's head open. For more than one reason, but the top contender was how he spoke of you. A Dragon Rider turned hunter wasn't a very trustworthy transformation but Dagur liked you.

The vengeance written on your face when he found you, betrayed by his brother. It reminded him of the rage he felt daily for how Hiccup had thrown him into jail for three long years. You said you were a dragon rider and his first instinct was to grab your dragon and run. But you had no dragon, only a shattered sword and the outlines of welts beginning to bubble up from the heat on your skin.

When he asked if you wanted rescuing, throwing on his best smile and pose, you laid back down and accepted your fate. That's when he knew he'd like you. So stubborn, you'd rather melt than let a devilishly handsome Berserker save you. A sense of humor he enjoyed poking at until it turned into slight aggravation.

Now, he was aggravated. The torch felt so... throwable in his clenching fist. It wasn't you... it's just that you weren't here. He needed you here, wanted you standing besides him with his Skrill in tow.

Glancing back, he watched Ryker and his lousy men riffle around. Some were walking circles around the boats. Others shoved each other around, acting like there was nothing wrong. Like this was all a game to them. Ryker may be able to dispose of his men like day old fish, but Dagur wouldn't do that - not to you, at least.

He could throw Savage overboard any day. Throw him as far as he wanted, deep into the vast blue of the ocean. He would laugh, watching him scramble back on board. But he wouldn't throw you over the deck. He's considered it, he won't lie, but he could only ever bring himself to grab the back of your shirt, threateningly.

You'd just laugh. Everytime he would grumble and yank you around by the sleeve or tunic, you would laugh. It was cute. And it was infectious, too. Whatever he was angry at, Dagur would have to let it go and laugh with you.

But now, you weren't here. He wasn't able to laugh his boiling anger off. You were still somewhere in the icy caves. And Ryker wasn't going to be any help. Like always, it looked like Dagur was going to have to do this himself.

He really hoped his Skrill was in there, or else you'd be making him look like a fool. He also really hoped you were still alive. But he also really didn't want to look like a fool.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ryker's grating voice called out, making Dagur's whole body twitch with annoyance. By the Norns, he hated that man's voice, and endless proding!

"Getting my Skrill back!" He shouted over his shoulder. If it weren't for the iron grip he had on his torch, Dagur would've sent it straight through the Dragon Hunter's head, hearing Ryker laugh at him. If only the Skrill could come barreling out of the cavern just then. Like Hiccup and his stupid Night Fury always seemed to do.

The ice cave was just as expected - long, dark, and very cold. Barely five minutes into his search, Dagur started shaking like a fish out of water. Violently trembling from the cold. He debated on turning back. Let go of this Skrill dream entirely, that perhaps it was an unhealthy obsession he developed and would benefit him in letting it go.

The thought made him laugh. Loudly and sporadically, his hysteria bounced off the endless tunnel walls. He giggled to himself when he heard his laugh come back to him. Sounded just as insane as he remembered.

Another sound followed the dying echoes of his laugh. One that sent a full body shiver through the Deranged. That same howl, like a screech of home. A dragon's. His dragon.

Bursting into a full on sprint, Dagur ran down the cave, guffawing with excitement. He's dreamt of this day for years, the situation of reuniting with his dearest Skrill playing over in his head like a bard who only knew how to play one song. He would soon use his beloved beast to destroy little Hiccup in a blast of pure lightning. Another drool-worthy ideal that he never stopped wishing for.

Dagur turned the last twist of the tunnel before the beast of royal purple and toned grey became visible. Wide mouth filled with rows of sharp teeth bared before him. The metallic spiky crown the dragon wore was even more daunting in the unusual lighting of fire reflected against frozen water. A sight so enthralling, Dagur's mind went blank.

Mind flooded with excitement, Dagur broke out into a large smile and simply gawked. The cold didn't exist in this moment as he stared at his precious baby. So giddy that he raised both his hands up with a loud, concerning cry and spun in a circle.

"That's right!" He hollered to no one in particular. "Dagur and Skrilly, reunited once more! Ohohoho!" He laughed with his entire body, moving wildly in his joy.

The ripple of dark scales had Dagur turning back around. The Skrill curled into itself as a bright white hue began to glow from his mouth. Drawing his sword, he held it pointed to the beast.

"It's alright, baby." He tried shushing the Skrill, cooing in his gravelly voice. "Daddy Dagur's here for you."

The Skrill had better ideas. He shot a bolt of lightning barely a foot away from Dagur.

He was about to shout. Ready to lose his temper that his own darling would try to hurt him, but that sharp green gaze caught on something beneath those steely purple legs. A figure lumped under the dragon. It seemed like sweet Skrilly was protecting this nearly dead thing.

As another blast of lightning began to charge in the dragon's mouth, Dagur dropped his stance for a moment. His eyes fell to a sword that was laying far from the other two. The same sword he often sparred with. Grabbed along with his own, to hand to his partner in battle. The same sword he's had to help rewrap over 10 times because, for whatever reason, you couldn't keep the yak leather tight around the hilt.

Your sword.

Wait a second. That's you?

He tried to get a better look but the Skrill opened his mouth even wider, ready to blast again. Thank Odin he was a Berserker. Directing Skrills was in his blood.

Dagur waved his sword back and forth until the Skrill could only focus on it. Making sure those slitted pupils were trained on his blade, he lowered the sword and threw it across the ice. Away from you. Unfortunately, the beast stayed put, but his eyes were trained on the sword Dagur had to sacrifice. Skrill's are painfully loyal to those who treat them well. And saving them from an icy prison would be a perfect reason why the dragon refused to move.

Dagur made a mental note to yell at you for gaining his Skrilly's trust before him. After he saved you, of course.

"Come on, baby, work with me here." Dagur tried to reason as he lowered himself closer to the ground. "They're with me. And you like them, right? So you'll like me, too."

The fire-lightning sparked back up in his mouth the second Dagur tried to take another step. He gritted his teeth, trying to think of another way to get to you. They both looked at the torch he held.

Dagur wasn't about to burn the Skrill but he desperately needed to get to you. You had been in here for hours. How long have you been unconscious for? The next place he might see you is in Valhalla. He really didn't want to risk death in order to see you again.

Waving his torch around like he'd done his sword, Dagur began to walk around his Skrill. Every time the dragon tried to lunge forward, he would jump right back at him. The fire discouraging the Skrill just enough to push him away from you. Only the strong and unbelievably gorgeous wing of him hovered above you. Dagur could work with that.

"Hey, wakey wakey!" Dagur dropped to his knees beside you, his free hand reaching for your wrist. His hands always felt so rough compared to your skin. It made him feel... embarrassed that his hold could grate on yours.

As he ran his hand down your arm, panic started seeping in. You were as cold as the floor beneath the two of you. Your fingers were beginning to turn blue. He couldn't see you breathing, not when you were so curled in on yourself.

"Hey," He set his torch on the ground. He didn't care if it was burning out, he needed you alive. "Stay with me." His voice started to raise in tone as he softly grabbed your shoulders. Rolling you on your back, you moved far too loosely. He could tell you no longer had control of your limbs.

Eyes growing wide, Dagur cupped your face with one of his hands. The apple of your cheeks - where pretty freckles, often paired with a slight red the sun always burned onto your skin - was tinting blue. And so was your precious nose. That wasn't good.

Oh Thor, this wasn't good.

Dagur pressed his ear to your chest, silently begging for a breath. He could settle for a heartbeat, a faint one, even! He just needed to know you were still alive!

His search was interrupted when he was scooped into the air. He scrambled to grab you, holding you close to his chest as he started to raise and slide backwards. Letting out an uneasy laugh, his back hit a rod that winded him.

Keeping his arms tight around your freezing torso, Dagur looked down. Sitting on purple scales against dark spikes, he realized all too late what was happening.

"Easy, dragon!" He pleaded with a yelp. The Skrill roared and stood on his hind legs. He scrambled to seat you in front of him, awkwardly sliding behind your limp self and reaching around to grab the crown of the dragon. His left hand barely gripped onto a spike when the Skrill took off with a gut-deep growl.

Dagur's screams came out like his laughs, sporadic and changing in tone. And frantic. Very- extremely frantic. The light blue colors of ice blurred past him, cold wind whipping through his red hair. Cold quickly shifted into warmer air. Ice no longer surrounding him, turning into the sand of the beach outside.

He could barely make out the shouts of the hunters over his own. His next sight was crashing face first into sand. Tumbling further until he hit one of the ship posts. Taking at least one other man down with him.

"What in Thor's name-?" Ryker ran out from his ship. He was ready to shout and yell at the morons he was given to work with for being so idiotic. His loud voice died deep in his throat when his eyes landed on the beast. He was certain Dagur had gone insane, far more insane than normal when he trusted an ex Dragon Rider to lead him to the rarest dragon besides the Night Fury.

Purple and grey scales glimmered in the sun. Sharp teeth nearly chomping one of his hunters in half for getting too close. Metallic spikes running down the dragon's back. Ryker gawked with a dropped jaw.

"It's the Skrill!" One of the hunters called out. "Chain him!" Some screamed. "Cage him!" Yelled another. But Dagur beat them all.

"No one touches MY Skrill!" He bellowed, running back over to 'his skrill.'

Instead of throwing the nets over the dragon, Ryker watched with a scowl as Dagur skidded to a stop in front of the beast. His eyebrows shot up with surprise as the Berserker pulled you off the Skrill's back. Maybe having a Dragon Rider on the team wasn't such a bad idea.

Or maybe it was, since you flopped over into Dagur's hold like a ragdoll. You didn't ride that dragon! You were simply stuck on its back.

"Come on, please." Dagur set you on the sand gently, keeping your head steady. The words stumbled past his lips before he could reign in his emotions. "I need you." His voice was barely a whisper but it still cracked with pain. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't.

His hand rested on your chest, still desperate to find a sign of life. Yet again, the Skrill had a better idea and knocked Dagur backwards. Falling on his butt, Dagur wanted to kick the beast in the snout. He was trying to make sure you were alive! What did the dragon think it was doing?!

The sun blacked out as clouds began to accumulate above the docks. The back of the Skrill began to arch, the metal rods on his back starting to vibrate. Bright and blinding, sparking lightning burned in his mouth.

Dagur watched in horror as the Skrill roared. His eyes nearly shot out of his head when the Skrill let his head drop onto your chest. Sending a Thor's worthy amount of electricity right through your body.

Static cracked the air, loud enough to leave everyone's ears ringing. As soon as they appeared, the dark storm clouds dispersed and the Skrill stepped back. Bursts of lightning still danced on the beast, weaving between the tall stakes of metal on his back. He watched you, eyes narrowed, and the tip of his nose brushing up your legs.

A scream of pure rage began to bubble in Dagur's throat. His beast, his Skrill, had just killed you!? Sending a bolt through you and probably charing your body inside and out?! Like yak on a stick!?

The sand crunched in between his fists, arms twitching with restrained anger. His two favorite things combined, resulting in one of them dead. He was going to wear that Skrill's skull as a helmet!

The silent building tension between the hunters, Dagur, and the dragon was interrupted by a violent choke.

You sat up abruptly, gasping and choking on nothing. Your arms locked around your knees, still shivering from the ice you once laid on. Whether you were deep in shock, too literally shocked, or far too cold, you failed to realize that you were out of the cave.

It took Dagur three seconds before he was bolting to your side. He was trying to be gentle, but his desperation seemed to make his movements too rigid. You saw him from the corner of your eye, and in a blind panic, smacked the ever loving Odin out of him.

A gasp went around the surronding hunters as Dagur stood back, still facing the way you hit him with his cheek beginning redden. You blinked a couple of times before letting out a relieved cry and jumped up to hug him.

"By Thor, I thou- thought you ha- ad left m- me!" Your words were skewered by your clattering teeth. He felt far warmer in your hold than you remembered. Not that you were complaining, you simply dug yourself into him even further.

Dagur stood still for a few more moments, emerald eyes glaring at you through the corners. It was then you realized what you had just done. You let your hold on him slip as you stared up at him, trembling from the cold - and new-found fear.

Two steps back was all you made it before Dagur's thick arms caught around you. Pulling you into his chest, he squeezed you tight enough to practically crush you. With this confirmation, you wrapped your own arms around him and sighed shakily.

"I wouldn't have left you." His breath tickled your ear, beard scratching against your cheek as he spoke low enough so only you could hear. He pulled back, and set you in front of him with a firm grip on your shoulders. "Let's get you into warmer clothes, especially out of that armour." He declared with a flick to your bracers.

You glanced down at your outfit. Your arms seemed to only grow colder if you held them around your chestplate. Nodding, you fell into his side. He wrapped an arm over your shoulders and helped you move towards the boats.

A sharp poke hit you in the back, followed by a low growl. Turning around, you saw the beast you had been chasing all week.

"Is th- that the Sk- skrill?" Your eyes went wide as you stared back at the dragon. Dagur nodded.

"He likes you," He pinched your ear lightly, making you pull away slightly. He always loved your little reactions. "You were supposed to just free it, not bond with it." The red head stuck his lower lip out in a pout.

"I fr- reed it-z?" Your tongue stiffened on the last syllable, making it sound like a buzz. He laughed and patted your back, urging you to keep walking.

"Yup. He flew you out here." You looked around with new eyes, the earlier shock beginning to fade.

"We're outside?"

"ENOUGH-" You flinched at Dagur's outburst. He held his other hand out, and took a breath. "Enough questions. Just- back to the boat."

You nodded and accepted his unofficial apology by continuing to lean into him. He was so muscular, it felt like you were walking alongside a tree. A very intimidating, genuine, and passionate tree log. Dagur was far more handsome than a log, too.

Your hazy gaze stared up at him from under his arm. If he could tell you were staring, he didn't show it. He wore his usual smug smirk, a gentle squeeze around you, but nothing more.

"The Skrill comes with us." Dagur held out his hand to the oncoming hunters. They slowed to a stop, green axes and chains in their lowered hands. Sharing a confused look, they turned to Ryker, who finally got off from his post on his ship.

"What makes you think that, exactly?" Ryker asked, eyes falling behind you to the beast.

Dagur hemmed and hawed as he removed his arm from you, guiding you to rest on the Skrill for support. The dragon purred, rough and deep, as you rested your hand on his neck.

"Oh I don't know," Dagur tapped his chin, his other hand counting something on his fingers. "Maybe because, well," He chuckled. "I FOUND IT?!" He shouted in Ryker's face, green eyes bugging out of his head. His nostrils flaring in his face.

Ryker stared down at him with a bored brow. Dagur glared right back, breathing heavily. With a roll of his eyes, Ryker backed up with a raised hand. His men backed off as well.

Dagur turned back to you, nodding to the large boat. He hit Ryker's shoulder as you three passed. The Skrill bared his teeth at the lead Dragon Hunter, sensing the discomfort he was causing. Growl vibrating his throat as you patted the dragon, a gentle reminder that you were fine.

You followed Dagur to the ship with small steps. Your tremors made it hard to stay upright, and the Skrill could only help you so much. Dagur threw his head back with a sigh when he noticed the distance between you two.

Jayce usually left at an appropriate time. He knew the importance of sleep. The importance of getting good rest and eating good meals. Viktor, however, did not.

He was a scientist, he had to know the basic needs and their significance for the human body and mind. He simply couldn't care. Not when he had such revolutionary technology so close at hand. So many breakthroughs to find, he couldn't waste a single second.

Tonight, you were going to change that mindset. Even if it was just for a measly 4 hours, you were going to get that man to sleep. In his own room, in his own bed. With real covers and sheets, not a spare blanket on the old couch they had.

With Jayce gone and a cup of warm sweet milk in hand, you decided to strike.

Viktor was sitting at his workstation, diligently scribbling away. Finalizing all sorts of equations. Finishing up old blueprints. Whatever else he deemed more important than his own needs. His shoulders were hunched near his ears, back arched like a scared cat as he leaned over his work.

You let your actions do the talking first. Placing his warmed sweet milk by his paperwork, you earned a noncommittal hum. Placing both your hands on his shoulders and beginning to softly knead them down from their scrunched position got you a surprised jolt.

"This posture is going to kill your back," You smiled, watching Viktor try to roll your hands off him. He decided to just sit upright as he gave you a sigh.

"I'm aware," Was all he said. Low and deep from his throat. He wasn't expecting to talk.

Your fingers pressed into the skin around his neck as you dug your thumbs into the flesh right above his shoulder blades. Sliding the pads of your thumbs up and down. Viktor lowered his head, giving you access to the back of his nape.

"What are you doing?" His accent was heavier than usual. You shrugged, thumbing little circles on the space where his neck and shoulders meet.

"Looked like you needed a break." He hummed when your thumb hit a particularly tight knot. "You can take breaks, you know?"

His huff of laughter fell into a quiet groan the more you dug into the muscles between his shoulder blades. Before you went any further, you guided one of his arms up onto the table. His honeyed eyes watched you with a hint of amusement as you then guided his head to lay on the desk, cushioned by his arms.

He made a show of snuggling into his arm, eyes growing half lidded as that gold gaze continued to follow your moves. You softly pushed his hair up away from his nape. It always looked so soft, but it felt more greasy than you would've realized. It did make sense, unfortunately.

The knuckle of your index finger skimmed down the length of his neck. Pressure light but enough to make him give a small sigh. Tracing all the way back to where you left off, you found that knot by his shoulder once more. Adding another finger, your knuckles pressed into the stone in his back, urging the muscle to loosen and relax.

"You work so hard, and so much," You began again, trading knuckles for the softer tips of your fingers. "And I understand why,"

"You do?" Viktor's voice dropped into a low groan once again as you worked his knot out.

"Mmhm," Your other hand began to run down the rest of his spine. "You've always had to work hard, to prove yourself." Viktor's shoulders tensed again. You moved both hands back up to move them down. "It's okay, you've made it. I know you want to help people, and I know you enjoy your work, but take a deep breath, Vik."

His chest rose as he did. The inhale soft, but you could feel his ribs expand underneath your touch. He filled his lungs, and let it all out with a slow sigh.

"There you go," You encouraged with a whisper, your hands lowering to work beneath his shoulders. "You're doing great. And every great scientist deserves a good night's rest, and he deserves every meal."

His hum came out much less forceful than the rest. His eyes were completely closed now, just relishing in the caring massage you offered. He had no comebacks, he didn't want to fight this. He liked it. He wanted to be cared for, just for a little while longer.

Your hands smoothed and squeezed every tense fiber in his poor back. Releasing each stiff muscle with a soft praise or encouraging hum. You went until the very end of his tall frame, ending a few spaces above his tailbone. Pressing both thumbs on either side of his spine, you made strong strokes up his back. Loosening any other muscle that wouldn't earlier. They all went limp with your presses.

Viktor didn't say much else. All his words were just sounds of relaxation. Pleasure and peace as he laid his head down. He would never let someone touch him like this, nor hear the pleased hums and sighs he let out. But you made him feel safe, feel comfortable. He didn't mind if you wanted to keep going.

Your massage came to a gradual stop. Your hands back on his shoulders, softly rubbing circles around them. Pride bloomed in your chest as you observed Viktor carefully. His facial features were completely relaxed. His breathing deep and slow. Maybe his back wasn't completely relaxed but it certainly was looking more comfortable.

Feeling brave, you leaned closer. Pushing his fluffy chestnut hair up, you kissed the base of his nape. Firm but you only let it last for a second or two. He froze under your lips, eyes opening wide.

"Let's get you to bed, hm?" You patted his shoulder and stood up.

His eyes, drowsy and weighted, watched you push his sweet milk closer. He stretched out like a cat, back popping as he sat up. "Done already?" He let out a low groan, pushing back against the desk to get a few extra cracks out of his bones.

He leaned back and grabbed the warm cup of sweet milk. Taking a long sip, he sighed into the cup. He let the steam warm his face, the smell of sweetness overriding his senses. He wanted to douse himself in warm sweet milk. It took him back to simpler times, making him feel all cozy inside and out.

Placing his cup down, his relaxation staggered as he watched you put his notes away. "Wha- I wasn't done!" He tried to snatch the folder you placed all his work in. You simply held your arm up.

"Yes, you are." You smiled cheekily, scraping every piece of paper lying on his desk together, and out of his reach. "Time for bed."

"I'm not tired," It was comical, how his hand moved to cover his yawn as he finished his sentence. Eyebrows set over his eyes - which were still half lidded - he stared you down.

Raising your own brow, you glared right back.

Time stilled as an unspoken staring contest broke out between you. His gold eyes bore into your soul. You felt yourself starting to cave, that dashing gaze, darkened by sleep. The moon light and the dying bulb of his desk lamp cast his face in gorgeous shadows. His pale skin gleaming. You wanted to cave.

But no! You couldn't! You promised to yourself, and him - in your mind, that you would get him real rest. The man needed it. His eye bags were painful to look at! You couldn't imagine how it felt.

Feeling your eyes begin to burn, you did the next reasonable thing. You kicked his stool back.

Ignoring his shout of protest, you scrambled to stuff all his belongings into nearby drawers. You capped all the ink pots he had out, put his pens in a far away holder, and crammed the folders and binders of notes into a low shelf he'd have to crouch to get at. All within a minute, you cleared his desk completely.

Panting, you stood upright and lifted your arms up in success.

"I hate you." Viktor grumbled, pouting in his stool. Back turned to you and everything. "I was working."

"You've been stuck on the same equations for two days." You huffed, trying to regain your breath. "Now, come on, I'm not leaving until you're tucked in bed."

"Oh, you're going to tuck me in now?" Viktor cast a snarl over his shoulder. "What am I? A toddler?"

"Toddler's like napping." You walked over. He turned his cheek towards you, holding his chin high. "You're like, a cranky old grandpa trying to prove he can stay up past 5 pm."

His jaw dropped, "That's so much more offensive!" You hummed, and placed your hands on his shoulders once more. His rebuttal died in his throat as your thumbs ran circles over his shoulder blades once more.

"Come on," You sighed softly. "You're allowed to rest. Take some time to yourself, even." He leaned into your touch, falling into your chest. "If you want another massage, we have to get to your rooms first."

He sighed, lifted his chin up to gaze at you. Gold eyes struggling to stay open now. Closing them, those lashes falling on the hollow of his cheek. "Okay." You smiled brightly. "Let's go to bed."

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Viktor:

- The Lab Inspector's Daughter:

Summary: You're a lab inspector. Boring job. But the little girl you took under your wing sure made it interesting. She grew up into a smart kid, easily finding her way into Piltover's finest Academy. She also decided she would double as a matchmaker.

First date:

Jericho's: Jinx wanted to take a quick trip into memory lane. Viktor, however, is not a fan of what it serves. Literally.

- HexCrunch:

Summary: You're so, so hungry...

- Bedtime:

Summary: Poor Viktor never gets enough sleep. It's time you change that.

- Mafia!au

Summary: nothing yet, just a sketch >:)

Drabbles:

- Jealous?Viktor

- Snow-ball fight

- Afraid to love

- Arcane x Tangled

- NSFW drabble(MDNI!!)

- Comfort during a fight

- Viktor x Sculptor!S/O

- Machine Herald trying to find you

- Zombie Apocalypse hc

- Thanksgiving HC

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Dagur:

To Skrill or Not to Skrill:

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

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Miguel O'Hara:

CAT-astrophic:

Summary: A random hot guy won't stop talking to your cat, it's starting to freak you out.

The Cat's Cradle (Miguel x BlackCat!OC):

Summary: WIP

Introduction to Anisa Hardy

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Drabbles:

- love not lust (slightly NSFW!)

- Miguel and Mayday angst

- Widower!Miguel

- Black Cat and code names

- Aftercare (slightly NSFW)

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- Thanksgiving HC

- Soccer Captain Miguel

Deadpool and Wolverine (under the same category for now):

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Prelude Part 1

In pain? Get stoned! Logan x Wade x Reader:

Summary: Wade's chronic pain is giving him the works, so the best solution you have is getting high.

Drabbles:

- Logan and Miguel?

- DBF!Logan thoughts

- Logan x Vampire!Reader thoughts

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Turning to Viktor, you watched as he cringed. Poking at the bowl in front of him, he seemed scared of the blue tentacles marinated in what Jinx said was the best sauce in the world. He pulled his finger back, eyeing as the thick substance stretched away from the bowl before snapping apart. He quickly wiped his hands off with a napkin.

"What is this?" Viktor leaned closer to you, eyebrows raised in concern as you both watched Jinx start her third bowl.

You shrugged. "No idea. But you never question Jericho." Hearing his name, the large creature turned around, beaming. His whole body rolling with his boisterous laugh. The large knife he held getting dangerously close to Viktor.

You smiled and gave a little wave back. "Jinx loves this place. I usually order out, so we can eat at home but she wanted to visit." Jinx gave a loud groan, eyes rolling back into her head as she thanked Jericho for his god like work. "Comfort food, I suppose."

Viktor nodded slowly, eyes slipping back to the bowl of what you were told was sea food. "Is it... eh, safe?"

"Definitely not above the board." Jinx filled in, mouth full. Jericho nodded happily and slammed his knife down to chop up more mystery meat.

"But, it's actually not that bad." You smiled softly. Viktor leaned away from his dish, mouth twisted in a frown. "You don't have to eat it."

He let out a soft 'oh thank Janna.'

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