Viktor was good at many things.

He was smart, always had comebacks to any remark anyone ever made, and was a prodojy in the science world. And one of the things he just so happened to be good at, was massages.

Some may think it a little odd that a skilled inventor was so skilled at performing massages, but there is a reason. Ever since he was young, with his leg, and the dreadful lung disease he contracted, though they weren’t exactly connected, he had awful chronic pain. The aching was bone deep, and he felt it specifically in his muscles. When he still lived in Zaun, his late mother used to carefully massage his muscles, which always made him feel much better. He learnt everything he could from her, and then when she was gone, studied books about where and how to massage to get certain results. He became pretty damn good at it, too.

He heard you, his sweet, kind partner in creating Hextech (along with Jayce), had bad muscle pains. Apparently with how you had been sitting, hunched over work in the lab, had giving you intense muscle pains. Of course he offered to give you massages to help. You seemed sceptical, and rightfully so, Viktor didn’t necessarily seem like the sort of bloke to be good at massages. Though, you agreed nonetheless.

Now, here you were, Viktor sat on the edge of your bed, his thumbs working deep into the painful knots in your back. You were lying on your front, a pillow under his head, and still fully clothed. He wasn’t about to make you strip, even if it would be helpful to be able to properly see what muscles he’s working on by looking at your bare back.

“Is that okay?”

He asked calmly as he pressed into a particularly sore part around your shoulders. He enjoyed seeing that contented expression on your face in all of these little massage sessions. Viktor had been so pleased when you agreed to have one every other day. It means he got to spend extra time with you in non work related situations. He totally hadn’t maybe, sort of, accidentally grew a crush on you.

“Does it feel any better?”

He asked, so softly and so quietly you would think he was trying to calm a startled animal. He was so gentle and kind with you, adoring and relishing every second he had with you. Viktor couldn’t help the wide smile on his lips as he pushed the heel of his hands into a spot on your back. Any sort of contact was welcome to him. Even if he could never be with you, he’d settle for this.