[Viktor's hardly raised his voice, but the urge is gathered there beneath his diaphragm, pressing, grinding at him like the knuckles of a fist. That squeeze doesn't belong to Theo, he's only summoned it; better to swallow it back.
(A small, broken body. The last thing he did was sound an alarm. A common container so no one would notice. The last thing she said was his name.)
A sniff of breath, out shallow through his mouth. Again, slower. The backlit gleam of his yellow eyes. The momentary offset of his jaw. He's shaking his head, letting his gaze fall to Loki's prone shape, demoting Theo to a shadow of peripheral awareness.
Quietly,]
Go, then. Run. [He's reaching across his chest for the CommLink tucked there.] You won't make it to the door.
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(A small, broken body. The last thing he did was sound an alarm. A common container so no one would notice. The last thing she said was his name.)
A sniff of breath, out shallow through his mouth. Again, slower. The backlit gleam of his yellow eyes. The momentary offset of his jaw. He's shaking his head, letting his gaze fall to Loki's prone shape, demoting Theo to a shadow of peripheral awareness.
Quietly,]
Go, then. Run. [He's reaching across his chest for the CommLink tucked there.] You won't make it to the door.