Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Whumptober 2021
MC4A: Settings Bingo (1D-Maze/Labyrinth); Fireworks; Garden; Link; PP; NC; SIN; ToS; Rum; MLG; RoB; AV; ER; Fence; Star; O3; SN; T3
Other Challenges: Whumptober Day 6: Touch and Go | Bruises | Touch Starved
Word Count: 489
Don't Let Go
"So pathetic, but I should have known you'd succumb to this one's cleverness and sentiment after taking a single look at you," President Loki said, voice oddly deeper and sounding more vicious than before.
He brushed the end of the dagger over a bruise on Loki's cheek, smearing Mobius' curdling blood over it.
"All tricks. It's all it ever was, yet you fell for them anyway."
He jerked Loki's head forward while releasing him. "Learned that from the best, from his twisted obsession with us… it doesn't mean anything but a way to get what he wants. If you thought otherwise then you'll be sorely disappointed. It's nothing but a delusional conclusion of your scrambled mind."
Loki felt a fire burning in his chest as the President spewed his insults against Mobius. Even the comforting hand resting on his bicep couldn't quell it, though he still wanted to melt into the touch and have it silently tell him it's going to be okay.
But what backup was Mobius inferring? Had he found Sylvie in the Void? Was she there? As if summoned, he saw a familiar flash of blonde hair in the background taking the two by the door she entered down. The element of surprise wasn't going to last long, so Loki leaned forward as much as he could and into Mobius, his hair curtaining his face from view.
"It's time for your sentencing deserving of the TVA rot you both are—"
There was a commotion then, causing the President to whip around to investigate.
"I need you to hit the center of the cuffs… the cube…" Loki uttered under his breath. "Quickly…"
Mobius tilted his head so he could hear, giving a subtle nod and reached behind Loki, feeling against his hands and cuffs to the center, he found the cube and squeezed it before turning it. The sound of the cuffs deactivating caught President Loki's attention. Loki didn't even hesitate sending him across the room with a blast of bright green. He grabbed Mobius, who groaned from the aching and purpling of his face, scanning the room that now broke out in a feral frenzy of everyone attacking everyone for Sylvie.
"Pst," a sound came from Loki's right. "This way!"
Loki didn't hesitate, not needing for anyone to realign their focus and target them again. With a wince, remembering his shoulder was out of sorts, he headed into the darkness, dragging Mobius behind him firmly by the wrist.
The route was cramped and narrow, but Loki shimmied between the makeshift walls, making sure Mobius got through, all while following the unknown voice guiding them out and hopefully to safety from the maze-like structure.
"Hurry! The commotion has attracted Alioth!" the voice whisper-shouted.
Soon Loki stepped out into a decayed landscape with an angry mass of clouds looming closeby. Sylvie appeared beside him, taking Mobius from him while Loki scanned over their saviors.
"We need to move!"
