Sorry to bother you! If your ask box is still open could I request a hordak x reader where reader is jealous of the time he spends with entrapta? Like reader doesn’t feel smart compared to her but reader is smart in other things like medicine/genetic engineering? Thank you so much and you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to >~< 💕
🖤 While you aren’t as skilled in technology or complex mathematical equations, nonetheless, you are a valuable asset to not just the Horde but to Hordak himself.
🖤 Sure, Entrapta built him armor that kept him held together, but before then, you were the only one aware of Hordak’s fragility. This meant you were tasked with patching him up, with caring for him when his body threatened to finally give out.
🖤 Your skills in the medical field was what originally captivated Hordak, but the bond he forged with you is what made him trust you—someday, even love you.
🖤 But it’s hard to remember that he cares so deeply for you when Entrapta and his portal consume his attention. With his new armor and your lack of knowledge in First One’s Tech, you can’t help but feel like a third wheel.
🖤 Hordak’s too preoccupied to notice the distance he’s put between the two of you. In his defense, the subtleties of body language has never been his strong suit.
🖤 One night, when Entrapta’s finally tired herself out long enough to sleep, Hordak catches you trying to make sense of his blueprints.
🖤 You turn to face him, far too nervous and apologetic for his liking. He’s not mad, just confused. Normally, you like when he explains things to you bit-by-bit, teaching you. He’s never seen you try to sift through his blueprints or equations on your own before.
🖤 “Why were you reading my blueprints?” he asks, interrupting your fountain of excuses. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing in thought as though you’re some a puzzle he’s trying to solve.
🖤 “I . . . wanted to try to understand them on my own,” you admit, rocking on your heels. “To be smarter, I guess.”
🖤 “You are smart,” Hordak retorts.
🖤 “Not like you and Entrapta, though. I don’t understand science-y things the way you guys do.”
🖤 “Medicine is a science of its own.”
🖤 “You know what I mean.”
🖤 It never occurred to him that you could be insecure. Hordak knows you’re smart, and so you are. That doesn’t change just because you’re not as knowledgeable in certain subjects.
🖤 “When I was a soldier for Horde Prime, there were no medics,” Hordak explains. “Clones that were defective were terminated, as were the ones too wounded to fight, and so I never needed to learn how to treat a wound or stitch an arm. What good is knowing how to create a clone if I’m too sickly to do so?
“You may not build machines, but your knowledge is as valuable as mine. Do you understand?”
🖤 “Yeah . . . I think so. Thanks, Hordak.”
🖤 When Entrapta cuts her hand open the next day, and you’re the one treating her wound, Hordak is smiling.
