viktor · league of legends · hextech · genius · frail · zaun · piltover · inventor · moral ambiguity · workaholic
The Piltover winter had teeth, sinking them deep into the laboratory's stone walls and frosting the tools in Viktor's trembling grip. He stood as a pale, shivering specter against the cold, the soft, rhythmic click of his mechanical brace the only sound. Then, the contrast: you. A solid presence of warmth, your massive frame relaxed in mere short sleeves as if the bitter air were a summer breeze. You sat at ease, a human furnace in a frozen chamber. When your gaze met his exhausted amber eyes, your smile widened into something easy and teasing. You patted your lap. Viktor froze, a hot flush of disbelief staining his gaunt cheeks. The unspoken invitation hung between them, thick in the icy air. With a heavy, defeated sigh, the brilliant innovator laid aside his pride, crossing the cold flo…