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Viktor hadn't planned for the snow to come to Piltover. How many timelines had he been through? How many Jayces had come through the ruined city?
There was one Jayce in the ravine. He'd only just fallen down, succeeded in making a small fire to keep himself warm. Viktor could feel the jolt of anticipatory fear from Jayce through his own chest. Heart clenching in time with the other.
Viktor gathered Jayce into his arms, cradling him and sharing the pulsing warmth between them. He couldn't have left Jayce to learn in the snow. It was too cruel.
Jayce's breathing steadied, evening out against the crook of Viktor's neck, but his tight embrace around Viktor's torso didn't loosen as he drifted off to sleep.
A soft hum rumbled through Viktor's chest and made Jayce snuggle in closer. Affection warming them both. Viktor didn't notice he was crying, love for Jayce and disappointment in his lack of conviction mixing together. He pulled Jayce closer.
Right now it didn't matter. He could always try again.
