Buddies

Her blood soaked into the sword. Grog heard its satisfied sigh as it greedily slurped up Pike’s life essence. Pike grunted and then sagged, held aloft by the jagged black blade in her chest, her hand falling limp to her side.

Grog knew enough to know that he didn’t know many things, but as he watched Pike’s eyes close he knew that he had just done something he could never take back.

Yanking Craven Edge back out of his best friend’s torso, ignoring its frustrated snarl, he curled his massive arm under her tiny form. The edges of her white hair were dyed red.

“Pike?” He asked. Hoping that this was a prank, that she’d open her eyes and say that she was okay but she hoped he’d learned his lesson about not listening to her because bad things would happen. When she remained silent he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t fair. He understood now. He should listen to her. He didn’t want bad things like this to happen. It wasn’t fair.

“No. Pike?”

Her face was twitching in pain. Pain that he had caused.

What had he done?

He’d stabbed her, that’s what. Stupid Grog. Big, stupid, lumbering dumb-fuck Grog. How could he hurt Pikey? His bestest buddy. The one person who didn’t mind that he didn’t always understand. Who didn’t treat him like a joke. She’d only been trying to save him from the dragon, just like she’d saved him when she found him half-dead so many years ago. It should be his turn to save her now, but he didn’t know how. He’d never learned. He thought he’d be able to save her with his sword, but instead he’d…

“Come on, big guy. Move!” Scanlan’s voice jerked him out of the moment. He turned, remembering the dragon, the dead sphinx, the crumbling temple. He stood and ran, cradling Pike with one arm and scooping up Scanlan with the other, still somehow managing to keep his grip on Craven Edge, even though he wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.

Skidding to a halt beside Keyleth as she completed her spell and the ground lit up, he clutched onto Pike’s tiny body. Grog wasn’t any good at fixing things. He was much better at breaking things. That’s why he and Pike made such a great team. If he forgot in the middle of battle and shoved Keyleth out the way, or if he punched Vax in the balls, or if he stood on Percy’s foot, then Pike could fix it. But… he glanced down at her even as they shot up into a tunnel of light. Unconscious, curled around the hole in her chest, breathing shallow and so, so small. Who would fix her now?

The Search for Grog

i see you kids out here with your lifespan angst and i am appalled at your lack of faith in vox machina's resident geezers

made a lil animation about grog forgetting about vax while playing hide n’ seek from episode 87 <3

grog's favorite color (x)