You and Victor loved Logan in different ways.

Were they always good? Not entirely, but the three of you made a relationship work despite the… challenges.

For instance, Victor liked to make fun of Logan for being an inferior version of him— an inferior Sabretooth —and more like a small cat. Logan hated it and, try as you might to keep the tensions low, there was always something. Hell, you couldn’t even say that you were a saint when it came to Logan since you picked at him for being an X-Men.

After all, he was dating his archnemesis and a woman that wasn’t really— well, how could you put it? —affiliated with any organization. You didn’t hate humans or mutants, but you didn’t particularly care what happened to one or the other. It was a point of contention for Logan with you, yet he never brought it up as frequently as Victor did.

You didn’t even know how the three of you became attached in such a way— or why it was so nice despite the issues you three had —but it was… different than anyone expected.

“Still a shorty, eh, Wolvy?” Victor grins at Logan, all teeth and fangs as he wraps an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders. He tugs Logan into his side, bending over slightly to get closer to him.

You sigh, shaking your head as you try to focus on making dinner, even though you knew where this was going. “Leave ‘im lone, Vic. I’m making dinner; you can hold off the bullying for a while.” You grumble, eyes flickering to the two men, as you could tell that Logan was aggravated from the twitch in his brow.

“You heard her, Bub. Hands off.” Logan snaps lightly, shoving at Victor so he can escape his grip. He knew why Victor liked picking on him— the two had a rivalry spanning centuries —but that didn’t make things any better. You’d think he’d be used to it by now, but you were wrong.