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❛ enjoy your win. it’ll never happen again. ❜

"Don't pout, Lia, it's unbecoming of you." Viggo's deep voice was husky with amusement as he cradled his phone between his cheek and shoulder. His hands drifted across the counter as his knife glided through the steak. He had been experimenting a lot with his dishes, primarily to distract himself from going off island and finally track her down. Hence why he didn't take any wet jobs either. But he didn't need to leave Mount Phoenix to play their game.

"Did you enjoy your little boy toy? I hear he's wanted in five countries for weapons smuggling. Getting sloppy there, babe."

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Viggo's eyes were now at a permanent squint, even as he didn't miss a single shot as he unloaded his pistol. He didn't want to be rude, which was surprising since he never had a problem with that before. However he felt the need to explain the convoluted connection between him and Irelia. As long as it could be.

"It's just..." He breathed roughly through his nose as if the thought of even speaking about who Irelia is to him was he was the one being held in gunpoint. "just how we roll..." He finished almost lamely.

Placing the empty gun on the table, he removed his muffs and turned fully to Lio. "Irelia and I go way back. It's almost difficult to separate us at this point. This...?" He gestured at the empty space. "Is just another one of her games." He smirked. "And I'm always her second."

At the mention of nicknames, Viggo's smirk widened. Indeed they had plenty of nicknames for each other, which were never spoken except in the vicinity of one another.

"Karina..." Viggo's expression seemed to clear and his face tightened. "Irelia's ex?"

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

Viggo merely grunted, barely acknowledging Lio's greeting and comment as he took his place next to the Egyptian demigod at the firing range. He was not fond of guns but he trained with them religiously in order to stay in shape. He had finally found somebody on the island (not Irelia) that he could actually tolerate to spend time with. It helped that their backgrounds were similar he supposed.

He placed the muffs on his ears even as he loaded his pistol, still not acknowledging Lio's early comment. After a few shots, he side-eyed his friend. "And you look like you crawled out of some chick's bed." He shot another round of bullets at the target. "And loved it." He added with a smirk. Viggo saw no need to explain he was still pissed Irelia was keeping her ass out of Mount Phoenix, obviously tempting him to track her down.

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"If I look for her, she wins." Viggo grunted, emptying his clip and starting to reload. He very much wanted to roll his eyes but that was not his style. Instead, his feline eyes narrowed as he held the gun in his hand again. He wasn't about to explain the intricacies of his and Irelia's relationship. Primarily because he couldn't understand it himself. Ever since the first time they met their had been an inexplicable connection between the two of them.

"She's in Budapest, I know exactly where she is." He grunted again and squeezed the trigger. "And I am not lovesick. Girl still owes me thousands of dollars worth of groceries. Do you know how many times she threw away my ingredients? Because they're vegetables?"

Bam!Bam!Bam!

"Princess?" He threw Lio an incredulous look. "Didn't peg you for the high maintenance type, let alone royalty." Funny that Lio managed to find a girl to tumble in bed. He squinted his feline eyes at him suspiciously. There was something different about Lio's scent after all. Just how long had they been cloistered together?

As soon as the thought escaped his thought, Viggo scoffed again. He's turning into a gossip like the rest of Irelia and her posse. Great.

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

Viggo merely grunted, barely acknowledging Lio's greeting and comment as he took his place next to the Egyptian demigod at the firing range. He was not fond of guns but he trained with them religiously in order to stay in shape. He had finally found somebody on the island (not Irelia) that he could actually tolerate to spend time with. It helped that their backgrounds were similar he supposed.

He placed the muffs on his ears even as he loaded his pistol, still not acknowledging Lio's early comment. After a few shots, he side-eyed his friend. "And you look like you crawled out of some chick's bed." He shot another round of bullets at the target. "And loved it." He added with a smirk. Viggo saw no need to explain he was still pissed Irelia was keeping her ass out of Mount Phoenix, obviously tempting him to track her down.

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Far Away | self-para

Amidst the chaos of his tumultuous past, there was a specific memory etched into Viggo's mind like a scar, influencing his behavior and shaping his daily life. He still woke up to it at night, no longer screaming from the memory that wrenched him from sleep.

It was a night veiled in shadows, the air thick with tension as Viggo found himself standing in the darkness outside a modest home. His target lay inside, a woman innocent of any crime beyond witnessing the sins of others. Yet, duty and loyalty to his employer demanded her elimination.

As he stood there, knife gripped tightly in hand, his gaze shifted to the dim glow emanating from the windows. Inside, the woman slept peacefully, unaware of the imminent threat lurking in the darkness. But it wasn't her slumber that gave Viggo pause; it was the sight of her children nestled beside her, their innocent faces bathed in the gentle moonlight.

In that moment, a torrent of conflicting emotions surged within him—anger, regret, and a flicker of something resembling compassion. His mother's teachings echoed in his mind, her words of protection and the sanctity of family resonating with newfound clarity. It was a pivotal moment, a crossroads where Viggo's convictions clashed with the demands of his past.

In the end, it was not duty or allegiance that stayed his hand, but a primal instinct—a refusal to become the monster his past deeds sought to mold him into. With a heavy heart and a burdened soul, Viggo turned away from the path of bloodshed, fleeing into the night and igniting a manhunt that would haunt him for years to come. He had been running ever since, the screams and sight of that innocent family's blood in his hands that would never be clean no matter how hard he tried.

He woke up less and less from their memory, but it still lingered. Which was why he stood awake on his kitchen at 2 am, hands that once took like now slicing through vegetables and meat, mind filled with both blood and recipes.

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Viggo's side glare was heated even as he reloaded his pistol alongside Lio's. He grunted, not really liking the comment about his sex life. Not that he couldn't get laid if he wanted to. He had no need to. Not when there was so many shit to be done.

"And why would I look for Irelia?" His deep voice was laced with annoyance. Did everybody know about his business with the daughter of Morrigan? He missed the days when they didn't know jackshit about each other. Now they were all up in each other's business, and now friends were giving advice. For that darn upstart Arwyn, and now Lio--who up to now Viggo had thought was a smart guy, had also joined in on this train.

"She'll turn up sooner or later," He said with a gruff voice, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself.

"So...who's the chick?" He asked, deliberately engaging in small talk to change the subject.

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

Viggo merely grunted, barely acknowledging Lio's greeting and comment as he took his place next to the Egyptian demigod at the firing range. He was not fond of guns but he trained with them religiously in order to stay in shape. He had finally found somebody on the island (not Irelia) that he could actually tolerate to spend time with. It helped that their backgrounds were similar he supposed.

He placed the muffs on his ears even as he loaded his pistol, still not acknowledging Lio's early comment. After a few shots, he side-eyed his friend. "And you look like you crawled out of some chick's bed." He shot another round of bullets at the target. "And loved it." He added with a smirk. Viggo saw no need to explain he was still pissed Irelia was keeping her ass out of Mount Phoenix, obviously tempting him to track her down.

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Fine dining and breathing | Open starter

In the elegant ambiance of Noona, the renowned fine dining restaurant known for its exquisite culinary creations, Viggo, son of Bastet and head chef, moved with precision and grace through the bustling kitchen. His tall frame exuded confidence, and his keen eyes sparkled with passion as he meticulously prepared his culinary masterpieces. Throughout the years he had gone from busboy to head chef at the restaurant, he knew how to prepare his dishes to perfection. His sous chef moved with him as he prepared each dish, the kitchen a bustling hum of voices of chefs and cooking.

As Viggo emerged from the kitchen, a silver platter adorned with delicacies balanced expertly in his hands, he approached a discerning diner seated at a linen-draped table. It was part of the appeal of Noona, the head chef coming out to serve patrons personally. With his customer service smile, he presented the array of chef specials, each dish a work of art in its own right.

"Good evening, esteemed guest," Viggo greeted, his voice carrying a hint of pride in his craft, his usual aloof tone gone. "Allow me to introduce you to tonight's chef specials, crafted with the finest ingredients and infused with creativity and passion."

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"do you honestly think this is easy for me?"

Viggo merely raised an eyebrow, his fingers still gripping the hilt of his knife one hand, feline eyes almost glowing under the lamplights. He normally didn't have any trouble hiding from plain sight, but it was too late to hide when the other man appeared. He didn't look particularly innocent after all.

"It would be easier if you just walked away," His voice was quiet, not quite a threat, but not quite innocent. He palmed his knife, he had his own rule that witnesses inside Mount Phoenix would be avoided, but he had been losing his grip recently. Complacency was fatal to him it seems.

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Viggo scoffed, his feline eyes narrowing in disdain, at the words that came out of the younger guy's mouth. "I cook, it's my fucking job."

He scoffed at the further words Arwyn spoke, palming his knife. "Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes. "She's sending a message; I'm just fucking ignoring it."

His eyes drifted towards the picture Arwyn showed him, his eyes narrowing further at the provocative outfit and company in that photo that Irelia obviously did to get his attention.

"She wants to play this game, and I'm not a fucking player." He growled, deep voice laced with annoyance. "It's not as if we're something to each other. If she wants me, she should say so."

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ (you know who he's talking about heh)

"Bullshit." Viggo's voice was his deadpan tone, even as his hand flew across the chopping board as he chopped up some chives to finish off the baked potatoes that were fresh from the oven. "You don't fuck your enemies." It was a bald-faced lie but Irelia and he hadn't been enemies for the longest time now. Maybe. Sometimes the only way they could have a decent conversation was through the edge of their knives. So what? Everybody had their own kinks.

Like the guy in front of him, Viggo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he served the plate of steak and potatoes to his guest. Ever since Irelia left to goddamns where, most of the people in her life were now popping every now and then at his apartment. Mcluhan even dropped off some flowers the other day. Did he look like a guy who sniffed flowers?

"I'm fine."

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❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

"I would," Viggo replied wryly a barely amused smile crossed his face, as he towered over the young woman. He stood in front of her, not too close to encroach her space, but still making it clear he wasn't about to move out of the way. "You're standing in the way of my ingredients." He nodded towards the fridge behind her. Butter and other dairy products were safely inside.

"Excuse me," He said as a way of warning, sidling close to reach for the fridge handle behind her. "I just need a few things; unless you're the gatekeeper of butter now."

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❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

Viggo merely grunted, barely acknowledging Lio's greeting and comment as he took his place next to the Egyptian demigod at the firing range. He was not fond of guns but he trained with them religiously in order to stay in shape. He had finally found somebody on the island (not Irelia) that he could actually tolerate to spend time with. It helped that their backgrounds were similar he supposed.

He placed the muffs on his ears even as he loaded his pistol, still not acknowledging Lio's early comment. After a few shots, he side-eyed his friend. "And you look like you crawled out of some chick's bed." He shot another round of bullets at the target. "And loved it." He added with a smirk. Viggo saw no need to explain he was still pissed Irelia was keeping her ass out of Mount Phoenix, obviously tempting him to track her down.

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

"Good," The smirk that flashed across Viggo's face was not friendly. Even in a casual shirt and jeans he looked dangerous as he surveyed his opponent before his arm shoots out, a dart flying from his fingertips to land squarely unto the target. Lio's own dart was already in there.

"You're not so bad yourself; this isn't much of a competition if we're both good at this." It was the friendliest tone and look he had ever given anybody as if he had finally relaxed around the son of Sekhmet.

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"Why are you in my apartment again?" Viggo's deep voice was laced with annoyance as he stared at the cheerful younger guy seated on his couch like he belonged there. He blamed Irelia who brought in Ahri and now this guy into his life.

His hand twitched as if he had meant to reach for the knives only to level a glare with his feline eyes at the other demigod. "I don't miss her." He bit out rolling his eyes at Arwyn's attempt to rile him up. "She can drag her ass back here if she wants, I'm not going after her."

He folded his arms, still glowering. "The vegetables were about to go bad," And that was the only explanation he was about to say about the matter.

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ (you know who he's talking about heh)

"Bullshit." Viggo's voice was his deadpan tone, even as his hand flew across the chopping board as he chopped up some chives to finish off the baked potatoes that were fresh from the oven. "You don't fuck your enemies." It was a bald-faced lie but Irelia and he hadn't been enemies for the longest time now. Maybe. Sometimes the only way they could have a decent conversation was through the edge of their knives. So what? Everybody had their own kinks.

Like the guy in front of him, Viggo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he served the plate of steak and potatoes to his guest. Ever since Irelia left to goddamns where, most of the people in her life were now popping every now and then at his apartment. Mcluhan even dropped off some flowers the other day. Did he look like a guy who sniffed flowers?

"I'm fine."

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Viggo was unimpressed by Lio's would be casual tone. The look on his face remained the same, but his feline eyes drifted towards where he smelled the wound was now patched up. He had scented something about Lio the moment he stepped into his apartment. No otehr explanation was needed after Lio explained.

"She's trouble walking," He rumbled, folding his arms against his chest and eyes narrowed with distate. Ever since the snake had slithered into the island she was everywhere. The fact that Irelia was off island also rankled the son of Bastet. How was he supposed to deal with her crazy ex in town?

"Paintball?" He blinked, as if not fully realizing what Lio invited him to. "You'll trust me with a gun?" The smirk on his face was practically predatory." He hardly recognized most of the names Lio rattled, but he supposed they were all part of his attempts at fitting in on the island. Viggo could understand that.

"Let's make it capture the flag." He understood the principles of the game simple enough. Never mind that he played the actual one in real life and it hadn't been as fun then.

❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜

"Sure," Viggo responded, voice dripping with sarcasm as he studied his guest. It was 3 am and while that normally wouldn't bother him, it was something else entirely if the guest reeked of blood and something acidic.

"Tell me again why you brought the princess with you?" He asked as he opened an ice cold beer and dropped it in front of Lio on the counter. He didn't need to voice aloud that if it had been the two of them doing whatever job Lio needed to be done, it would have been neater.

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❛ all he did was spill a drink on me. ❜

"If you're sure." Viggo's deep voice was hesitant as he tracked the offender's path away from the two of them. The sons of Bastet finally had a chance to catch up, and for a change Viggo suggested eating out. The island had other restaurants apart from Noona, and Viggo chose one in order to focus on Bes the whole time and not at the food. The catch up was going well until some half-drunk patron knocked unto their table.

Viggo's feline eyes finally returned to Bes and the frown that was already on his face deepened. The drink had soaked Bes' entire front. With a noise of annoyance, Viggo reached for the steak knife next to his plate. "Maybe we should have ordered take out."

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Viggo's glare could only be described as deadly as he gazed upon the intruder in his home and eating his food. Even the cheerfulness of Arwyn's tone did nothing to soften Viggo's gaze as the son of Bastet contemplated whether it was worth risking the ire of a goddess by holding the other demigod at knifepoint.

"Is there a point?" He grit out, expression unamused as he watched the laughing demigod yet again disrespect his food by scarfing it done and giggling at him.

"My knives are fine," He added, feline eyes drifting towards said knife set, now in pristine condition since he didn't see the need to chuck it at someone's head every other week.

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ (you know who he's talking about heh)

"Bullshit." Viggo's voice was his deadpan tone, even as his hand flew across the chopping board as he chopped up some chives to finish off the baked potatoes that were fresh from the oven. "You don't fuck your enemies." It was a bald-faced lie but Irelia and he hadn't been enemies for the longest time now. Maybe. Sometimes the only way they could have a decent conversation was through the edge of their knives. So what? Everybody had their own kinks.

Like the guy in front of him, Viggo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he served the plate of steak and potatoes to his guest. Ever since Irelia left to goddamns where, most of the people in her life were now popping every now and then at his apartment. Mcluhan even dropped off some flowers the other day. Did he look like a guy who sniffed flowers?

"I'm fine."

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❛ first things first. do you have any food here? ❜

Viggo's feline eyes narrowed a bit before flitting towards the rather larger signage that the customer just passed on his way to the table. Noona the bright-lit curly letters spelled with a backdrop of real plants. For a moment Viggo contemplated being rude and throwing the guy out, but fuck it, it had been a slow day that's why he was on the floor in the first place and not the kitchen.

"Yes," He said simply, gesturing to the menu that lay on the pristine white table. "Would you like to hear the specials?" He used his customer service voice, one that almost seemed out of place with his deep tones.