Little Victor And Caregiver Logan For The Soul

Little Victor and Caregiver Logan for the soul <3

CW: Dead animal, swearing

"What the actual fuck."

Logan had been around for a long time. He’d seen a lot, and ‘a lot’ was plenty enough for him. But despite it all, nothing could’ve prepared him for this. Laid out before him on the porch of his cabin was a gutted little fawn. It must have been a fresh kill, evident by the bright red trail of blood tainting the snow as it came out of the forest.

Aside from the overwhelming smell of iron, there was another scent in the air. "Creed," Logan thought. And he’d have thought right, as he stepped outside to look around, finding Victor sat bloody on his porch, just out of view from the doorway.

"It’s not my birthday, bub." Logan began. "So what the hell is this?" He asked, gesturing to the deer. He’d have expected a horrible display like this on his birthday, but today was far from his special day. He needed answers.

Victor only huffed, as he attempted to wipe his mouth, smearing the blood on his face instead. "Gift." He said, making no effort to elaborate.

Logan clenched his jaw, quickly losing patience. "What’s the occasion?" He asked, extending his claws with their signature snikt.

"Birthday," Victor replied.

"Ain’t my birth--"

"Not yours; mine." Victor quickly interrupted with a grunt.

"What?" Logan was taken aback. Victor never seemed to him like he was the type to celebrate his own birthday. The only time he seemed enthusiastic about a birthday was when it was Logan’s. "You’ve gotta be shittin’ me." Logan scoffed. "Gifts go the other way around, you know that, right, bub? So why the hell am I gettin’ the fresh meat?"

"Wasn’t thinkin’." Victor replied, his words slightly slurred.

"Yeah, no shit!" Logan wanted to cut him up and throw him off his property, but he restrained himself. "What the hell’s up with you? You sound like you’re hyperventilating." He retracted his claws after some hesitation and walked over to the other mutant. "God, you look like shit."

Victor growled at the comment. "‘m fine," He spat. Logan could easily tell that Victor wasn’t fine; far from it, in fact, but he couldn’t see any noticeable injuries on him.

Logan sighed, crouching down in front of Victor. "Look at me," he demanded. When Victor didn’t look, Logan grabbed his jaw and forcefully lifted his head. "Look. At. Me." He repeated before letting go. Victor kept his head up and the two stared at each other in silence for some time.

Logan carefully scanned Victor from head to toe, taking in the other’s unusual behavior. Victor kept fiddling with his hands and tugging at his clothes as though he needed to keep his hands busy. He couldn’t seem to sit still.

After a moment of silent thought, Logan spoke. "How old ya turnin’, bub?" He asked with an unusual softness in his tone. He knew what this was; some students at the school had shared their own experiences with it. Logan never thought he’d see the day, but here Victor was, regressed.

"Doesn’t matter." Victor retorted, hugging his knees close to his chest.

"Matters to me." Logan said warmly as he sat down in front of the other. "Gotta know what number candles to put on your cake." He hesitantly looked over at the dead fawn. "Or, uh, your deer." He added, looking back at Victor.

Victor glanced over at the animal and then back at Logan. "Ten." He reluctantly replied, sounding not entirely sure of himself.

"‘Bout ten, then." Logan repeatedly the number given, letting it roll off his tongue as though he were testing the quality. "You’re a big kid, huh. You sure that deer will be enough to fill ya?" He asked in a teasing manner.

Victor nodded, seeming confident. "Yeah."

And Logan nodded, too. "Okay, up." He said, picking himself up and gesturing for Victor to do the same. "C’mon, birthday boy. Let’s get you some food."

"And beer?" Victor asked as he stood up.

"No beer," Logan responded, shaking his head. "Kids can’t have beer." Logan lead Victor inside, stepping around the corpse and bringing Victor over to a table. "Can’t believe you found me out here, kid. I’m impressed." He patted Victor’s back before head out to carry the deer inside. "I’ll get this ready to eat; you go wash up, okay, bub?"

"‘Kay." Victor said quietly, watching as Logan hauled his kill into the house.

"Bub," Logan paused, feeling Victor’s eyes. "Wash up." He repeated his earlier request, now sounding more like a demand. Victor lowered his gaze, mumbling something that sounded like a sorry before getting up to go to the bathroom. Logan let out a sigh of relief once he heard water running and continued hauling in the deer.

This was going to be one interesting birthday, but he’d be damned if he didn’t make it a good one for lil Vic.

A DID system that likes to write. What more is there to know?

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Following and liking from @painting-plural

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