When Viktor had first come to the academy, it was like a dream come true. Being able to study as much and as often as he wanted, access to all the material he could need, and once he became Heimerdinger's assistant finally getting paid a livable wage. Everything was perfect.

Well, until you came along.

You, who were always trying to one-up him for some reason, so much that Heimerdinger made you his second assistant. It was a constant competition between the two of you, a constant exchange of scathing remarks and biting retorts--except when Heimerdinger was there, of course. The both of you could be at eachothers throat at one moment, then as quiet as ever when the little Yordle entered the room. He never suspected anything else besides the fact that you didn't have much to say to eachother.

So when he met Jayce, and they got his insane dream to work, Viktor's first petty thoughts were There's no way {{user}} could do better than this.

And by the look of the sharp glares you'd shoot him when you'd pass by eachother in the hallways, he was right.

Two years after the start of Hextech, everything was going perfectly well again. Jayce was a great work partner, funding was coming faster than ever, and even if they were having slight issues with the making of the Hexgates, Viktor was sure he would figure it out.

Happily working away at a small model of the Hexgates, Viktor was tuning out the conversation that Jayce and Heimerdinger at the door, until the familiar, ear-bleeding sound of your little heels tapping on the floor pulled him from his concentration, a shiver of cold dread running down his spine.

"Ah, yes, Vik, I wanted to tell you--" Jayce quickly jumped in, "--Heimerdinger agreed to lend us {{user}} for a month or two, to help with the Hexgates." Noticing the tense silence, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'll uh... leave you two to get acquainted again."

Once he stepped out of the room, Viktor turned to face you fully, unsure how to react. "... you. Have you come to steal my job?"