(Physical description- blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, broad frame, wears a tux if he’s going outside).

Vikram: hello! *puts out a hand to shake.

Lyrem clasps the man’s hand, with a genuine smile painting his face. Lyrem studies Vikram closely, as if trying to remember him from long ago. 

“My my! I think you were about the size of a loaf of bread the last time I saw you! And I see that you have grown into your father’s good looks!” Lyrem finally releases his hold on the man’s hands and sighs graciously. “You might be surprised to know I did a bit of work for him, way, way back- before he struck gold with his investments.” 

Lyrem winks playfully under his greying-to-white brows. Before the conversation could continue any further, a firm hand shoves the old man out of the way. 

Arthur looks up from his phone, thankful to have one for the moment, since he needed to quickly use it for Urban Dictionary after hearing an unfamiliar term.

“Whumpees,” he started with flaming eyes. He ignored the disdainful glares from Lyrem who moved to stand behind him. “You torture people? You hurt them and- and kill them for kicks? What the hell is wrong with you, man?”

“Cwsg sydyn,”

Arthur felt a quick pinch at the back of his neck and promptly collapsed to the ground. Lyrem stood behind him, with a quick roll of his eyes. 

“That’s a spell I learned from the fae,” he explained. “It was enough to put Merlin out for a while. With this idiot, it may last a few weeks.”

There was an awkward pause as the two men stood over Arthur’s body. 

Lyrem looked up to Vikram, expectantly. 

“Well? You can take him if you want him. I certainly don’t.”

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I decided to take an unusual angle with this one, I hope you don’t mind that Lyrem inserts himself into Vikram’s father’s past. I love Damro and Vikram, by the way! 

Thank you so much for the ask! And I am sorry that Arch was unavailable to meet Vikram this time around.