Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with:
Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Whumptober 2021

MC4A: Fireworks; Garden; Link; Ship War (2C - Current & Ex Meet); PP; NC; SIN; ToS; Rum; MLG; RoB; AV; ER; Fence; O3; SN; T3

Other Challenges: Whumptober Day 4: Trust Fall… | Taken Hostage | Pushed

Word Count: 437


Trust to be Taken

Loki refused to say anything else about Sylvie. He hated himself for giving up what he had already, but he didn't have much of a choice. That alone had him hate himself more. He never wanted to betray her, to hurt her, and yet it was the first thing that he did at the sign of trouble. Maybe Mobius was wrong about him after all.

Being someone good simply wasn't in his nature…

The other Loki observed him with ever-growing impatience, casually toying with the dagger as he seemed to debate where to imbed it into him next. A hooded Loki approached him at that moment, and Loki quickly focused his attention on them.

"Mr. President, sir. We caught him," they said.

A wicked smile graced this President Loki's face, sharp eyes settling back on Loki who couldn't help but shiver in response.

"Intact, I hope?"

"As ordered, yes. But the others…"

The President gave the hooded one an aggressive shove to the shoulder. "No one is to touch him! He's mine!" he hissed. "Bring him in, now!"

Loki had a dreadful feeling settling in his chest about this new captor, but tried to mentally prepare for it in order to not appear so shocked by the reveal. Even with this in mind, it still felt like he was punched in the gut when he settled eyes on Mobius being all but tossed down at the other Loki's feet. Brown suit tattered and white shirt dirtied, yet the shine of his silver hair still somehow sparkled despite this.

President Loki wrenched him up by the back collar, immediately pressing the dagger to his throat.

"Never thought I'd see you again, Agent Mobius," he purred the name against Mobius' ear, lightly nuzzling it even, but his eyes remained sharp and set firmly on Loki as he looked over his shoulder. "You must have done something quite unacceptable to be sent here… Did you finally give into your desires?"

Mobius didn't say anything, but the small crowd behind them jeered at the question. It was probably best not to based on that response, but he kept looking Loki's way only to shift his attention elsewhere in the space behind him as if trying to subtly communicate with him.

"Do you know this fool, little worm?" President Loki snarled, jerking Mobius for emphasis that caused the blade to prick his neck.

Loki stared at the blood slowly trailing down the blade's edge, swallowing but remaining silent, stoic, impassive. It was the best way to protect everyone, or at least he hoped that was the case. He'd messed up once already...