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Technoblade, AKA The Blood God, was proud of being a villain. But Hostages were not his forte. He’d prefer to just kill his opponent and get it over with. Why add extra steps and waste food to keep the hostage alive? Publicity? Money? Unnecessary.
...But, when he found out Theseus was a mere child, he figured he could make an exception. After all, he’d rather free the kid from the government then send him back, so kidnapping it was.
But under no circumstances was he dropping the villain act. That was literally his job.
He thought about all this on the way down to the ex-storage room in the basement that the Syndicate had converted into a temporary cell. After the battle yesterday, the main Syndicate headquarters exploded no thanks to a certain goat-horned hero, so they were pressed for space.
He flung the door open, prepared to make a dramatic speech and convince Theseus–well, Tommy, what with the big reveal and all–to tell him everything about the heroes guild.
“L’manburg is in ruins. You are-” Technoblade stopped and stared. “You’re wrapped in my cape.”
Swaddled in the fabric that was much too big on him, only Theseus’s-
Again, Tommy. That might take a bit to adjust to.
Whatever the case, only his face was visible. He looked pissed, but the effect was somewhat diminished with the white fur pulled up to his chin. “It’s cold down here, and you left it in reach. If you didn’t live in the fucking artic maybe I wouldn’t have had to steal it.”
“You look adorable.” Techno drawled, forcing a sneer in. Because he did. He looked adorable and warm and perfect. This was not good for his villainous-ness.
Tommy only scowled more. “You’re not getting this back. Least you can do for taking me hostage.”
Technoblade scoffed, “Sure. You can have it.”
Awwww
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older brother technoblade–its happening guys!
He literally kidnapped him tho
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semantics
Techno whirled around to leave again. He was not having a monologue if chat was calling him a “soft older brother.” That ruined the moment.
“Hey mate, how’d it go?” Phil looked up from where he was washing dishes. In Techno’s opinion, he didn’t need to–after all, they had employees, but Phil insisted.
Philllllllllllll!!!!1!!1!!!!!!!!11
dadza dadza dadza
birdza
Woooooo!
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Technoblade groaned and dropped into a chair. “Chat’s going crazy today.”
There was an understanding hum. “Sorry. Do you want Tylenol?”
“Please.”