Viktor honestly didn't know what Allison wanted, didn't want to think about it. She made it clear time and time again recently, that if something hurt him, either incidentally or on purpose, that would always be her first option, and the part of him that hated himself couldn't blame her for it either.

It was true that neither of them knew what the outcome of this plan would be. A fight against an unknown enemy, powerful and fast enough to cause serious harm to Diego. It wasn't a proposition that he was really looking forward to, but it was the first time in what felt like forever, that he could fight alongside his siblings, instead of against them.

Though, Viktor wasn't confident that Allison herself would sign onto the plan if he did. "I think...Allison would do anything to get Clare back, including agreeing to anything Dad suggests." He wasn't really their dad in this universe, but there was too much similarity to deny the title. But what did he want?

Harlan was gone, Sissy dead waiting for him to come back and he had betrayed her. Was it selfish of him to hope that there would be another world where he could go back to her? That she would forgive him for leaving? The heartbreak threatened to rip him up inside anew and he glanced at the bottle Five was holding but still made no move for it.

For the first time, he had to move beyond seeing his family as the enemy, as people who have hurt him, and step up to the plate. To stand beside them, even if not all of them wanted him there. That's what family meant. He puts a hand on Five's shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. "I don't know about the others, Five, but I'll be there with you."

allison would do anything for her family. it's just a shame it's the one that doesn't involve her actual siblings but her daughter. five understands it. wants his sister to be happy. but the price of everyone for a single person is a math he cannot compute.

he takes another drink before passing the bottle to viktor. he hasn't failed to notice the looks. they both could do with it. they're both the monsters in the story their family tells. viktor is the bomb and five the fuse.

the touch draws his attention immediately. be it years of touch starvation or the only touch being an attack but he can never fully accept a touch without making sure of intentions. viktor's seem pure. "as i will for you, viktor. we need to stick together."

Viktor looks embarrassed when Five passes him the bottle, his brother sharing something with him hadn't happened in decades, and he's briefly flummoxed but accepts it with a smile. He remembers briefly what Five told him once about not throwing away anything for a single person; in that sense maybe Allison and himself aren't so different. He takes a drink, breathing out after swallowing at the strength of the alcohol.

Knowing they should probably head out to talk to one of their brothers, but he hadn't seen Klaus around, and the thought of talking Luther into this turned his stomach into a knot. Viktor knew that if they were to band together as a team, he would have to, but he wasn't keen on being the one to do it. Would it be better if it was both him and Five?

He takes another sip from the bottle, before graciously handing it back to Five. Part of him just wants to stay in this moment, it was a rarity with their family, especially with Five. His brother has been gone so long, and he can hardly remember the boy he used to be.

"Are you hungry, Five?" Viktor suddenly asked him, partially out of concern for his well being, and knowing that they both needed to before drinking too much.

If they were going to keep drinking, might as well eat. Doubly so if they were going to make a plan to talk to their irascible siblings.

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i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways

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Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say, Viktor thought as he winced slightly. So much for trying to avoid therapizing, he knew how much Five chafed at the idea of people condescending to him, and Viktor disliked it too. He gazes at the bottle and wouldn't deny wanting some too, but asking for it felt presumptuous so he buried that desire. If Five wanted to share, he would.

At the mention of Allison rumouring them all, he gulped instinctively, unable to forget what she did to him. The rumouring, Harlan's disappearance and her being responsible for it just to "take him down a peg". Viktor closed his eyes tightly and looked down, not wanting Five to see him cry. Five wasn't responsible for what happened between him and Allison, and he didn't want to focus on it.

"I don't think we should have Allison use her powers for us to do this." Viktor hated how his voice wavered slightly. "I don't like Dad's plan either." I don't like that we might not have another option.

He took a breath, trying to steady himself again, trying to find something that would avoid Five snapping at him again. He didn't want to leave Five to wallow. "I don't think you want to...take the choice away from the rest of us, do you?"

Don't be like Dad, Five, is what he really wanted to say.

he doesn't mean to be barbed wire made flesh. his idea of being kind was never nurtured by their father and his life hasn't fostered it either. the only softness coming from his love for his family and the wise old age hidden behind his youthful figure. he knew he'd crossed a line mentioning allison when the pain of losing harlan would still wear on his brother.

"i don't think the plan will do anything but get dad what he wants. allison too, if she's for it. there's an angle we don't see and i don't follow orders blindly any more."

hopefully, he'd not be forced to break his vow to forego killing to keep his free will. "if the rest of the family vote to follow the old man i won't stop you if that's what you're asking. you're all capable of making your own idiotic choices without my input."

Viktor honestly didn't know what Allison wanted, didn't want to think about it. She made it clear time and time again recently, that if something hurt him, either incidentally or on purpose, that would always be her first option, and the part of him that hated himself couldn't blame her for it either.

It was true that neither of them knew what the outcome of this plan would be. A fight against an unknown enemy, powerful and fast enough to cause serious harm to Diego. It wasn't a proposition that he was really looking forward to, but it was the first time in what felt like forever, that he could fight alongside his siblings, instead of against them.

Though, Viktor wasn't confident that Allison herself would sign onto the plan if he did. "I think...Allison would do anything to get Clare back, including agreeing to anything Dad suggests." He wasn't really their dad in this universe, but there was too much similarity to deny the title. But what did he want?

Harlan was gone, Sissy dead waiting for him to come back and he had betrayed her. Was it selfish of him to hope that there would be another world where he could go back to her? That she would forgive him for leaving? The heartbreak threatened to rip him up inside anew and he glanced at the bottle Five was holding but still made no move for it.

For the first time, he had to move beyond seeing his family as the enemy, as people who have hurt him, and step up to the plate. To stand beside them, even if not all of them wanted him there. That's what family meant. He puts a hand on Five's shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. "I don't know about the others, Five, but I'll be there with you."

sad headcanon q’s… 

✧･ﾟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

bc my bestie and I sold our souls to him and satan.

The relief was clear on Viktor's face when Five allowed him to stay, and he moved to sit next to him on the couch. He understood some of the pressure that Five was under, and though he did learn some skills in therapy - therapy from another time, when so much of himself was still closeted. Would those skills even work now, when so much had changed? What he had remembered was that, he couldn't force those lessons on someone else, no matter how much he felt another needed it.

"What's wrong with a social visit?" Viktor asked in his characteristic softness. "I don't think I'm the one to try and give you therapy, but if you want to talk, I won't judge what you're going through."

The threats of murder, he recalls all too well. The mere mention of threats reminded him of what happened when he first realized his powers, lashed out at Allison, and Luther's response. Luther's actions were more an active attempt on his life than a threat, and the memory threatens to cloud his thinking before he pushes it out of his mind for now.

"Call it making up for lost time. If not now, we might not have another chance."

what he was going through? he didn't entirely understand the insinuation. what he is going through is the third end of the world in three weeks. the third fracture of a family he had lost so long ago and the pieces that remained are not at all like the memories that survived the apocalypse. add onto that seeing them die twice and even watching his own life slip away and...he takes another long draw from the alcohol before he spirals on that.

was viktor okay? he didn't like how either side had played the harlan problem but it was over now. by his calculations they only had another twenty-four hours before nothing mattered at all.

"didn't you get the memo? we're all about to die. end of the world all over again. what we should be doing is preparing for allison to rumour us all to get us to sign onto dad's suicidal plan."

Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say, Viktor thought as he winced slightly. So much for trying to avoid therapizing, he knew how much Five chafed at the idea of people condescending to him, and Viktor disliked it too. He gazes at the bottle and wouldn't deny wanting some too, but asking for it felt presumptuous so he buried that desire. If Five wanted to share, he would.

At the mention of Allison rumouring them all, he gulped instinctively, unable to forget what she did to him. The rumouring, Harlan's disappearance and her being responsible for it just to "take him down a peg". Viktor closed his eyes tightly and looked down, not wanting Five to see him cry. Five wasn't responsible for what happened between him and Allison, and he didn't want to focus on it.

"I don't think we should have Allison use her powers for us to do this." Viktor hated how his voice wavered slightly. "I don't like Dad's plan either." I don't like that we might not have another option.

He took a breath, trying to steady himself again, trying to find something that would avoid Five snapping at him again. He didn't want to leave Five to wallow. "I don't think you want to...take the choice away from the rest of us, do you?"

Don't be like Dad, Five, is what he really wanted to say.

Viktor had approached him near one of the couches in the Hotel Oblivion. There was too much going on in his head, with Allison, with Harlan. It was late in the evening, the dying rays of the sunset shining through the front doors of the hotel, contrasting with the electric light around the two of them. To say he was looking for someone to talk to wouldn't be entirely correct, he wasn't sure what he would have said.

When he sees Five on the couch, fiercely clutching a half-full bottle of alcohol, his gaze softens with concern. Decades of isolation from Reginald had given him the strong impression that he was ill-equipped to help anyone, but they had always been a bit closer than the others.

The harsh tone mixed with the icy glare from his younger - no, much older - brother made Viktor instinctively step back, but he didn't turn to leave. Instead he stays where he is, and tries again to step closer.

"Mind some company, Five?"

he isn't nearly inebriated enough to deal with the family drama that seems to follow them around. but despite everything he cannot turn away his brother. viktor at one point was the bomb. twice, in fact. through being ignored and broken. even if they hurt each other his brother is the one he trusts the most out of the whole family except maybe klaus.

"why not? it's not like we have long left." if he could spent his time at least somewhat getting along with his family he'd take it. after forty-five years...maybe he can accept this as the home he's fought tooth and nail to get back to.

"i'm assuming this isn't a social visit. with our family it's either a makeshift therapy session, a threat of murder or all of the above."

The relief was clear on Viktor's face when Five allowed him to stay, and he moved to sit next to him on the couch. He understood some of the pressure that Five was under, and though he did learn some skills in therapy - therapy from another time, when so much of himself was still closeted. Would those skills even work now, when so much had changed? What he had remembered was that, he couldn't force those lessons on someone else, no matter how much he felt another needed it.

"What's wrong with a social visit?" Viktor asked in his characteristic softness. "I don't think I'm the one to try and give you therapy, but if you want to talk, I won't judge what you're going through."

The threats of murder, he recalls all too well. The mere mention of threats reminded him of what happened when he first realized his powers, lashed out at Allison, and Luther's response. Luther's actions were more an active attempt on his life than a threat, and the memory threatens to cloud his thinking before he pushes it out of his mind for now.

"Call it making up for lost time. If not now, we might not have another chance."

"Are we going to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not."

"Did he hurt you?"

"I just said I don't want to talk about it."

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The fact Reginald didn't have Allison rumour Viktor as 'You think you're normal' or 'You think you don't have powers' but instead went with 'You think you're ordinary' is so insidious.

Because it didn't just affect Viktor's belief around his powers, it affected his whole world view. You can't excel in anything if you think you are in no way special or distinct. He had the talent to be first chair (yes his power helped but his power couldn't make bad playing appear good, he still had to play well) but he didn't believe he did and so was stuck at third chair. Even in teaching he talks himself down when Harold compliments him, saying his next student could probably teach him (but if that were the case why would that student's parents not just get another violin tutor?). It's also part of why he falls under Harold's spell, because he's ordinary and along comes this guy who seems great and thinks he's special, something Viktor literally cannot believe he is because of the rumour, so how can he not be won over by that attention?

I also believe this was completely intentional, because believing he is in no way special, coupled with being numbed by his medication ensures he will be a docile child and easily manipulated. Seeing as Reginald didn't predict the siblings would leave as adults, he had intended to control Viktor his entire life.