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Slumber for your Qualms (Viktor x Reader)

PART 2

Summary: You stumble across Viktor as he's asleep at his desk. You just weren't expecting him to start talking in his sleep.

A/N: Forgive me, I’ve only watched Arcane and I don’t know all the lore of LOL, so if it seems like I’m making shit up, I don’t mean to. This takes place between acts 1 & 2.

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“You won’t believe what I just found, Viktor! It’s a little café I thought we could go to after—Viktor?”

You didn’t think you would find him like this. Never in a million years, tucked away in the corner of his and Jayce’s lab, folded in the chair you always saw him in.

Your feet had you rushing towards him with an urgent need, panicked and stricken with fear, before your heartbeat calmed, observing the way his chest rose and fell softly, hands resting against the table, papers and pencils scattered.

As often as you reminded him of the importance of sleeping in his bed, Viktor always reassured you that sleeping at his desk would benefit him most in progressing with stabilising Hextech into efficient technology. What he didn’t tell you through gentle reassurances were that this lack of proper sleep wasn’t benefiting him in achieving his goals, or for his health.

So, here he was once again slumped asleep, unaware of everything as you tiptoed around him. If anything you remember from years of being in labs and working for many hours, it wasn’t to disturb someone sleeping, yet this opportunity had arisen. You couldn’t help but admire his looks; always a silent admirer, marvelling at how he was able to achieve so much from coming up to Piltover.

You observed how his brown locks of hair lightly drifted against his tense brow, a small scowl present on his lovely face, nose twitching.

Had you been aware, you would’ve been squealing from the cuteness, revelling at the moment and trying to remember as much of it.

You leant over him slowly, jolting when his body twitched, arm lazily swiping out from underneath him and to slump down, astonishing you that he didn’t awake from the sharp motion. Instead, you looked back to him, body twitching, mouth working itself but no words were audible.

You sighed, smiling as you reminded yourself to not bring it up with him in the morning. The man needed sleep, and therefore you would allow him this moment of rest without being teased.

You were about to turn to leave quietly, a startling sound coming from behind you. A whine—more a whimper of some sorts- resounding from the back of his throat. You turned, waiting for him to be suddenly awake, meeting nothing more than silence except for the hum of the experimented Hextech gear.

Swiftly, once again, it returned, louder and somewhat more audible. “Hmm- Y/N.”

You hesitated, stunned for the worst, staring at him and dreading whether he would open those eyes you loved. “Viktor?”

“Come back to me, дорогая.” He murmured, eyes still shut, scratching his nose momentarily before his mutterings continued. “I miss you.”

You lingered for too long, stepping back to be closer to him, lured by this unexpectedness. Your hand had gingerly rested on his shoulder, stroking the fabric of his clothing reassuringly. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

As if with ease, his body began to relax under your touch, a crooked smile replacing the scowl, surprising you with its radiance. “Good.” He babbled, more words were lost in hearing, his body leaning into your tender touch. “You’re never here.”

A sad smile replaced your once amused expression. “I know.” You knew his words were honest, even when he was lost to consciousness. For some time, you had been back and forth with helping him and Jayce in their lab and with helping Professor Heimerdinger, aiding with paperwork when your days were filled with nothing but being glued to a desk and chair, not leaving for hours on end.

Still, being honest was best. His skin was warm, flushed beneath your palm. “I promise I’ll try and visit you more often.”

“Jayce keeps saying I should ask you to dinner.” You were surprised how well he could speak whilst heavily exhausted, a pout forming on his chapped lips. “I fear you will say no.”

“How would you know I would?” Your facial expression dipped into a frown, hand slowly drifting upwards into the back of his short hair, feelings heavy and hard to not ignore. “Maybe you should ask me when you’re awake.”

“Yes,” he sighed blissfully, snuggling into the crook of his arm. “I will.”

You could only hope he would take you up with this promise. For now, silently leaving with not much trace of yourself, you left the man to his slumber.

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The next time you had visited the lab, it was midday- luckily your break from the confines of Heimerdinger’s office. The day in the City of Progress was hot, unlike the previous days, allowing you to visit the same café you had discovered within your free time, grabbing lunch not just for yourself.

With two extra bags and making your way through the gilded corridors, you made your way through the double heavy doors into the same lab you encountered the sleeping Viktor- now thankfully awake- still unaware of your presence, distracted to what he was working on, goggles hiding his lovely brown-copper eyes.

Jayce was the one who had greeted you, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s been a while since I last saw your face.”

“Well, Heimerdinger was insistent I could continue his paperwork until the late evening, but he was merciful enough to give me a break.” You threw over one of the bags in Jayce’s direction, catching it with ease. “Brought you lunch.”

“Thanks,” Jayce was already digging into the bag’s content, eyes lighting up at the sight of the many pastries you had gotten, a sweet smell of butter and chocolate filling the air. “Viktor over there kept asking me when you would come back.”

You ignored the way your heart fluttered at the mention of your crushes’ name, already making your way to him in confident strides. “He’ll be excited about the milk buns.” You plopped the other bag beside Viktor, finding a seat on the counter as you took in his hunched over appearance. “Won’t you, Viktor?”

“Ah—Y/N… I, ah, didn’t see you there.” The goggles on his face were quickly snatched off him, thrown to the far side of the counter as he took in you, eyes darting anxiously. It was always the drawl of his soft voice, his sweet accent that made the hairs on your skin stand up, your stomach doing somersaults in glee.

“It feels like it’s been ages since I last saw you.” You smiled softly, kicking your legs, dangling from the short height as you dug into your lunch. You didn’t bring up the side look Viktor gave to Jayce, who was either aware of your words or too busy enjoying his lunch to notice.

You laughed all too sweetly, “Come now, you haven’t forgotten me, have you?” You teased playfully.  

“What? No-No, why would you think that?” He was speaking incoherently, muttering something under his breath that you would’ve had no hope in understanding had it been in the only language you knew. “Я никогда не смогу тебя забыть.”

“Ahem.” You both turned your heads over to who had coughed so obviously and loud, Jayce’s face was wide and expressive, his eyes doing all the talking, directing his gaze towards Viktor only.

‘Ask her.’

“Ah, erm, yes.” There it was, that clumsiness that was rare to come from Viktor, and it was directed straight for you. His pale skin looked flush with what you thought was a possible fever, fingers twitching and fumbling together. “I was er, wondering if you were free this evening—you don’t have to be if you’re not, I can understand if you’re not-”

“I’m free.” You couldn’t stop the smile reaching your lips from giddiness, your heart fluttering harder and faster. “Ah, that’s good,” his smile was crooked and awkward, but ever so cute. “There’s a restaurant I found, has good food, and a nice view of the city at night.”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll see you at 7.”

“Wait, really?” His eyes lit up stunned, relief and gladness overtaking the expression on his tired face, eyes longing and soft. He coughed to correct himself, “Yes, I’ll see you then.”

Whilst this was all going on, the both of you tried your best to ignore the wild, beaming grin that was present on Jayce’s face, gleaming with joy.

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Translations: (Russian to English)

дорогая - darling Я никогда не смогу тебя забыть - I could never forget you