Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Whumptober 2021
MC4A: Fireworks; Garden; Link; Ship War (3B - Terrible Ex); Settings Bingo (4B-Judicial Hearing); PP; NC; SIN; ToS; Rum; MLG; RoB; AV; ER; Fence; O3; SN; T3
Other Challenges: Whumptober Day 5: I've Got Red In My Ledger | Broken Nose
Word Count: 489
A Red Ledger from a Bloody Face
"It seems our truthsayer has gone mute," President Loki announced to the others as if they were in some sort of juridical hearing.
Maybe that is what this was?
"Looks like this Loki isn't so different," he continued, seeming to speak to Mobius now. "He knows when saving oneself is best… Such a shame. I was hoping to keep you around for a while…"
Loki could see Mobius bracing himself for anything—everything—that President Loki could do to him then, but nothing happened. He only stared at Loki, tightening his grip on the fabric at the base of Mobius' neck. Mobius appeared to take a quiet breath then, trying to ground himself.
"This isn't what you really want, is it, Mr. President?" Mobius asked. "You don't really want to hurt me, do you?"
It was a bold move, Loki observed his stance shift some and his expression softened a fraction at hearing his name being spoken so gently, calmly. Eyes cut over to Mobius', and Loki continued to feebly attempt to try and work a wrist out of the cuffs. He'd have to dislocate his thumb to do so… but it was a means to survive… and to save Mobius.
"You don't mean anything to me, TVA wretch!" President Loki snapped back.
"You were quite assertive in making sure I was unharmed," Mobius pressed on. "That isn't something to take lightly with the others…"
"You speak so boldly, Agent." President Loki grabbed Mobius' jaw then, spinning him around to face him. "But your little tricks aren't going to work this time. Let's see how well you talk while missing your jaw, shall we?"
"Touch him and I'll kill you!" Loki heard himself snarl out when the grip on Mobius' jaw tightened.
That was a mistake.
The cruel smirk returned then, and in that instant, President Loki shoved Mobius back before connecting the butt-end of the dagger to his face. The cracking noise was deafening in Loki's ears, and panic set in with the horror that he broke his face in. Mobius stumbled into him, catching himself on the chair while concealing his face with his other arm, all but burying it into Loki's side.
"They're coming… soon," he heard Mobius utter between the sound of gurgling blood.
He lifted his head slowly then, meeting Loki's pained eyes turned into utter horror and concern at seeing his bloodied up, even more crooked nose as he clung to his side, fighting to stay conscious.
President Loki laughed, pulling Loki's and Mobius' attention back to him. "Look what you made me doto him, little worm. Though, even with a bloodied face, I'd never seen a look like that come from us before…"
How was Loki not keeping himself in check?
President Loki approached Loki's other side, threading his hand through Loki's hair to wrench his head up to look at him.
"Yet here you are still continuing to infuriate yet fascinate me…"
