Technoblade has never been a fan of Sirens, never, not once. They’re dangerous creatures that the sea uses to lure sailors to certain death, he’s not fond of them, ever.

However, his thoughts have been spiraling as of late, he’s conflicted completely and utterly so. One, you, saved his life.

Which is the irony of this situation he supposed, you were injured and being carried in his arms like a child while clinging to him. “Are you going to explain what happened?” He asks, looking down at you, it's dark but he can see just fine.

“Fuck off.” You hiss, but it likes its normal malice. Right now, it's just sad, scared. He doesn't blame you, for as deep as the hatred can go for Sirens in Technoblades mind. He will say on your behalf, it must fucking suck.

Being hunted constantly, for one reason or the other. He has no idea why you saved him three months ago when he was thrown overboard during a storm, and he wants to ask but he knows now is not the time.

“I could just drop you–”

“No!” Techno didn’t miss how your grip on his shoulders tightened. “No…”

He hummed, taking a step forward while he carried you.

“I’m bringing you back to the ship, you need rest, you’ll be safe there, no one will hurt you.” He promised quietly.