People around would tell her it was futile, in matters like this, they reckoned he was beyond caring.
It was her job to care, to ensure he was up to speed, so the knowledge could assist his existing expertise in the field on the missions to come.
But that tangible knowledge that he could not devote his energies to the urgency of the exercise continued to occupy her every second that gave him what he should have long since run out of...time.
"Ok y'all, let's review what we've learned, what happens when a nexus event branches past red line?" asked Miss Minutes.
"Very bad things" replied the god of mischief.
Loki's head was buried in a magazine, looking up a jet ski, Minutes could tell his mind was more on making waves, but not the kind that would change any minds made up about him here at the TVA.
"Come on Loki, what is it?" Minutes insisted, encouraging him with as much minimal want as she could still muster with her spent energies.
A little annoyed, he turned his gaze back over to her.
"It's when the TVA can no longer reset a nexus event, ok? Boring" he replied, showing his disdain for the whole session as politely as possible.
Minutes appreciated that he had looked her straight in the eye and had proven all the doubters somewhat wrong. He may have found the process a little dull, but he knew what she had to say was important.
Her outlook on the session changed, she felt bright and optimistic as she responded.
"Right and that would lead to the destruction of the timeline and the collapse of reality as we know it"
All of a sudden it didn't seem all that pleasing on the ear, even her own, but she retained her optimism.
It did not go unnoticed, Loki now felt quite appreciative of it. Warmth in the contemplation of impending Armageddon was a rare sight in any manner of creature.
He would know of this minute hand maiden and her ability to put on a sporting, sunny disposition.
"Are you a recording or are you alive?" he asked.
"Sort of both" she replied.
"So what does that entail? Are you a projection from the past or the future? You seem to be in step with everything I say or do in the present"
"I'm an omnipresent being, I can exist in between all times and all places, if history's not my present, I make that my business"
"But not your pleasure?" Loki asked.
Minutes tensely rubbed her arm, one leg shyly retracting behind the other as she rubbed it against it.
"I wouldn't know what you mean there"
"Suppose, for a thrill, I were to take this fine publication in my hand, and try to swat you with it, what would that make me to you besides a layabout?"
"That'd make you a bit of a jerk"
"But you'd like it wouldn't you? A little chaos to order my precious few minutes"
"You sure do like to have a bit of adventure Loki" she responded, her minute hands glowing a bright crimson.
"Ah, but you see, in more sacred timeline, I wouldn't give you fair warning, I'd just do it. It's more becoming of me"
"If it were, I'd tell you to mind your manners"
"I'd mind what matters more than my manners, and that's how much fun I'd be having, and you'd enjoy how it makes you feel too...things like surprise, the exhilaration of emotional compromise, mixed feelings, a mind in two places at once, not knowing whether to love me or hate me"
"You think you know exactly how I think?"
"My thoughts are merely suggestions...my question is, do you mind that what I think about you matters?"
Minutes bit her lip, still she felt that tenseness tighten, she twirled around as her minute hands touched midnight, and set off a most bewitching alert. She turned bright red fully, and then simmered.
Breathless, she leaned over and pointed to the magazine.
"That there your rhythm stick?" she asked.
"Ready or not, here it comes" he said.
"Hit me" she said.
Loki rolled up the magazine and took sharp aim.
"Oh, and thanks for the warning jerk"
"Here's to the thrill" Loki said, and pounced at the desk.