every ship is equal, and no one is more powerful than the sea.

[derogatory]

FIVE THINGS MEME

HOW TO PLAY
- Give me as many "five things" prompt for any characters or fandom that you know I'm into
- I will try to write it
- no promises.


COMPLETE
five moments of gay panic for victor
four times victor missed nathan before finding him again (and one time he really didn't)
five disastrous toasts from victor and nathan's big gay wedding
five things about avenger victor and supervillain karolina
five times chase and victor were not friends
five ways victor's bad end could've gone
four successful missions nathan and victor went on (and one that could have gone a lot better)
five moments inside the mentor's lounge
five times victor regretted letting nathan move in

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[derogatory]

iv.
Nico’s only the Sorcerer Supreme in training, but she’s a commanding enough presence when she stands in front of everyone, they shut up in seconds flat. Or she curses the room voiceless, which is what Victor suspects from his sudden onset dry mouth. He wasn’t sure what speech he expected, although Karolina had warned him Nico prepared some notes. Which made it all the more disappointing when Nico shoves some hair out of her eyes, mutters a ‘congratulations’ and speeds out into the hall.

“Well,” Nathan says, reaching for a drink. “I think that’s my favorite one so far.” Victor swats away the proposed toast, on his feet and out of the reception room and after her. He cringes at the funny ripple in the crowd as he passes, the murmur that starts up behind him. They can think whatever they want, he’s as likely to get back together with Nico as it was Ultron sending him a wedding present.

“You can’t out run me,” Victor calls as she breaks through the doors into the night air. “uh In those shoes, I mean. That sounded kinda evil, huh?”

“Halfway there,” she replies, twisting on a finger thin heel to face him, arms crossed over her chest. “What’s up.”

“Your toast,” he starts, hands at the back of his neck, nodding to the paper crumpled in her hand. “That’s all you’re gonna say?” Look, she starts, gearing up for a fit, if you can’t take me saying something nice- “No, I’m glad you did. I just don’t know why you needed a notecard that just said ‘congrats’ on it. You’re the smart one.”

“No,” she grumbles, fussing with her hair again. “Gert was the smart one.” Any potential fight or flight zapped with the mention of a not present Runaway, Nico settles against the steps with a groan, stretching out her legs to slip off the heels. Victor eases down to sit beside her, leaning back against the cement. “You’re gonna wreck your suit.” She points out.

“Wedding’s over, only job left for this suit is to get ripped off me in the honeymoon suite.” He wheezes when she smacks him with a gloved hand. They linger in silence, hearing the music start up again, the general chatter of gossip-hungry Avengers and their plus ones.

“What did it say?” he asks quietly. She’s gingerly smoothing out the paper between her fingers, but angling it away from his line of sight. “Were you going to sing too?”

“No!" She shrieks. "Chase didn’t tell me he was gonna sing! I would’ve hexed him if I’d known.” She pulls her legs underneath her, a skeptical stare under her eyelashes, before conceding, “It’s dumb.”

“I wanna hear it,” he presses and gets a notecard to the mouth for his trouble. Victor pulls back and retrieves it, glancing between the words and Nico before he begins to read it aloud,

“ ‘Victor was a late addition to our team, and not entirely by choice either. He didn’t exactly fit in, since only half of his parents were murderers, but I’m pretty sure Ultron counts for two. He got stupid jealous over anything, sulked around most of the time, and nitpicked about the dumbest things.’ ” Victor side-eyes the girl next to him. “This is a really touching tribute,” he murmurs as an aside. “I’m so glad Nathan and I decided to invite exes.”

“A sorcerer cannot lie,” she smirks with perfectly pressed lips. “That enough?”

“No way,” he grins through the digs and continues, “ ‘But he worked really hard to prove he was a member of a team who didn’t really want him around that much to begin with.’ ” Although that remark hits something deeper. Vic pauses long enough that Nico bumps their shoulders together gently.

“To begin with,” she reiterates, voice softer than her eye makeup, watching him closely.

“Right,” Victor swallows, and reads on, “ ‘He had a lot of chances to leave, to go with an actual family or people who were better to him, but he didn’t. We picked up and left instead, and he had to go out and be gay the second we leave him unattended’- There’s a little more nuance to it than that,” he protests around the girl’s laughter, who waves for him to continue.

“ ‘So then the Avengers took on a whiny, selfish, possibly genocidal robot because we ditched him.’ That is exactly what you did,” he reminds her firmly.

“Yes,” she replies, smirking, head on his shoulder, “I was there.”

“ ‘And it turns out he’s actually more of a superhero than the rest of us.’” Victor turns the corners of the paper in his hands, avoiding Nico’s stare. He coughs, “ ‘I will always tell you-’ Is this part directed to me?” She nods. “ ‘I will always tell you what a jerk you are, because we are still the Runaways and that makes us family.’ ” The touched silence is interrupted by Victor laughing, voice still tight as he taps a spot on the paper with a snicker, “This part says ‘raise glass’ like you’re giving yourself stage notes, I love it. Ha.. ‘I’m glad you found another team that treats you a little better, whether or not you deserve it.’ Oh.” He frowns, turning the card over to verify he reached the end. Nico’s moved past the sentimentality, the emotional openness of her speech and into delighting in the agony is caused, like a true master of the dark arts.

“That’s kinda a shitty note to end it on,” Victor says while she straightens up, shrugs, and he pries further, “Were you being mean or nice? I literally cannot tell, that was like 90% trashtalk. Can you not do sarcasm anymore?”

Nico rolls her eyes, “Have you ever heard Stephen? A sorcerer can so do sarcasm, he’s getting out of control.”

“Guys?” Karolina’s voice filters into earshot behind them, the light she tosses coming into view soon after. “Look, I give it like another minute before Nathan starts assuming you ran off together, so can we cut short whatever’s going on here, please?” She approaches them with reserve, making a great show of relief when she spots them sitting an acceptable distance apart. “Oh good, Nico’s wearing a shirt this time.” Ha, ha, Nico mutters, taking the girl’s offered hand and easing onto her stockinged feet. She gathers up her shoes in one hand and reaches down to Victor with the other.

“Okay, let’s bring him back,” she says, digging her nails into Victor’s palms as the two girls pull the groom back to his feet, turning back to the reception.

“Oh, this is cute!” Karolina laughs, “It’s like we’re giving you away. Link arms with us.”

"No way," Vic snaps, grip tight around the notecard in his pocket.