AN: Here we go y'all! One chapter I've been itching to get out, and it's finally here.
I've been having a lot of fun writing and developing this story, and finally having these three connecting brings me a lot of serotonin, let me tell you.
As with any tale there's a lot of mountains and valleys to cross. For me the best part has always been more about the journey than the destination. The roads we take make the goal all the sweeter, and I hope y'all enjoy traveling along with me!
So to all who have followed this far, and everyone just joining us on the ride, please know I very much appreciate your time and consideration for this little timeline of mine! Happy reading!
08 Breaking Sunrise
"Loki? Nowhere left to run."
The agents gaze darted between the cowed Variant and his assistant. Had she spared him a look and seen his warning glare, it wouldn't have mattered. Her focus was too far shifted; emotions winning over any logic, especially now. Yet his hand remained at his side, watching them both closely with a firm grip on the waiting baton.
The silence that met them lingered, cut only by the telltale click of her heels. Loki had barely shifted at all, merely drawing his hands down and staring at the floor. It was obvious the prince was more than conflicted; staying quiet wasn't exactly in his file descriptors. Yet so many facts about him today had fallen through, and given everything he had to be thinking, feeling, right now —
Hazel paused in her approach, standing between the two men in hesitation. No, she wasn't used to this— any of this. Everything this unorthodox day had brought down on them was beginning to be far too much. The tides within her kept rolling and swirling, yet pressing her forward, insistent. And standing before this torn god, seeing him so quiet and withdrawn, only proved to strengthen the twisting's within.
No, she wasn't good at whatever this was. But she was certainly going to try.
In a quiet movement the woman shifted downward, the cool tile biting against her legs. She held back a flinch before neatly tucking them, sitting up properly with hands folded atop her lap. It was closer to his eye level down here, and she hoped the gap between them was respectable enough. She was neither near or far, remaining a few feet directly before his propped figure. Her gaze casted over him in a slow sweep, mind racing for something, anything to say that could help—
"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."
That tone out of Loki was new; quiet, contemplative, and far more even than she'd expected. It caused her throat to tighten a moment, hands gripping against her skirt. He still hadn't looked up, remaining in that hunched position, fingers slowly curling inward. As if he was trying to grasp something that wasn't there; hold tight to anything in the midst of all this. It stoked her resolve, causing words to rush up her throat and bridge the space between them.
"No," It fell softly, a note of regret passing with it. That rebellious pang sounded within her; the same one that pained her in the Verdict Chamber. Variants couldn't help what they were. And the idea of not being able to go back, not ever, to the lives they'd known—she couldn't begin to imagine what that was like. Of how that alone would make someone feel.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, but…it's gone. There's no going back."
In a slow movement, the god's head finally lifted. His gaze locked with her own, the look in those swirling blues halting any further words. It was as if he held all the questions in the universe in those softening eyes, and Hazel wished she had every answer. Her fingers curled tighter against tweed, head inclining towards him, a gentle tone crossing between.
"I'm so sorry."
The offering was met with a soft nod, his gaze shifting to the space behind her. Mobius' shoes clicked as he moved forward, coming to stand beside the two. His hands had been pocketed; a sure sign he'd relaxed a bit, helping ease the small woman. At least he hadn't pulled out the baton again; she doubted that would help this situation, especially given the dire straights attached. Yet that was the farthest thought in her mind as the Variant began to speak, addressing them both in that softer tone.
"I don't enjoy hurting people. I…I don't enjoy it."
It was a clear, direct admission; no excuses, no deflecting. He spoke plainer than he'd yet granted them, his gaze shifting between the agent and assistant with solid resolve. It caused that ache to sprout in her chest again, a mixture of surprise and relief building within. Everything Mobius had explained about the odd interview was mixing with her own instincts, being painted out before them on a canvas all Loki's own.
Maybe…maybe he can choose. Maybe…maybe he —
Those softened blues met her gaze once more, and yet again she found it surprisingly easy to lock with. It wasn't everyday someone granted her such a thing, especially with the expressions passing over Loki's face. The pain shifting across his features was evident; the conflict in him was still raging. Yet for whatever reason he was determined to search her in return; that same look he'd given her in the hallway, as if he needed something, anything from the smaller woman. And Hazel truly wished she was more knowledgeable on what that could be—
What can you offer anyways? You're just a little assistant. He's going to see that soon. He is—
But right now, he was only seeing her. And the fact of it hadn't escaped Hazel, breath softly catching as his eyes kept that gentle connection to hers. His quiet timbre continued on, the look he gave becoming more strained. There was a hesitation there, expression falling as he went, the words a pained admission from his throat.
"I do it because I've had to. Because I have to."
Realization jammed into place; a swift click at the back of her mind, echoing down into her burning chest. He was genuinely trying to explain himself, whatever veil he'd thrown up before torn swiftly away. There was no mask covering his features, no exaggerated tone staining his voice. No, it was more than that, more than they could have ever expected—
More than she ever could have hoped to be aimed at her, Loki's ocean gaze holding her steady in its rolling tides.
It was as if he wanted her to understand it. Not just Mobius, not just the room about them—but the assistant sitting before him, looking up with widening eyes from the harsh tile. He was reaching out in his own way, wanting them, wanting her, to hear him. Flashes of his gestures from before passed her mind, from his unexpected kindness to the startling comforts offered. Her palm felt that cold tingle again, pressing even harder against her wrinkled skirt.
Loki wasn't just seeing her. For whatever reason, he was acknowledging the small woman. Searching for her reaction, as if it mattered. As if…as if she mattered. That on some level he wanted to engage her in such a way, the realization causing a warm fluttering through her whole being.
When was the last time anyone besides Mobius had done that? Had truly looked at the small woman and not only seen her, but involved her? Hazel honestly couldn't recall. It threw her for a moment, breath hitching as his gaze continued to steadily remain.
It's not going to last. It never does.
But right here, right now, it was real . And despite everything the assistant wanted nothing more for it to last . For someone to just let her exist, as if she were anyone else in the worlds. For him to allow her such a thing. To stay in the orbit of his softened gaze, providing whatever was needed to assist him in return.
And suddenly, with a rush of emotions she had yet to name, all her storming thoughts met in a thunderous clash. Pieces strewn about her heart now firmly clicked into place. And Hazel knew .
For the first time in hours, the assistant felt like she could breathe again. As if a weight had been lifted, replaced by a determined resolve. Like the waves crashing over her feet so long ago—
Hazel saw Loki, here and now, and just knew.
I want to help you. However, whatever you need.
I want to know you better. If you'll let me.
I just do .
It was deep, sharp, and so very real she could hardly bear it. But this time, she wasn't being pulled away from the shore. This time she was diving in and seeing where the tides took her. And for once, for this brief moment here on the floor, looking up at that softened gaze—
Hazel found she didn't care what the TVA would have to say about it. A fact that should have horrified her; sent her running to the agent for penance, at the very least. She allowed the conflict to roll through her, back straightening as it passed, the odd thrill of it being stained by the trepidation bound to break through.
No, she didn't feel any regret at that decision. Not about him. But the fear that this tide would pull from her, sending the assistant back to the strict dogma's of these halls—
Do you want it to?
It took everything in Hazel not to shake her head; that wouldn't help anything right now—
What I want doesn't matter here. That's not my place. And it's up to him, anyway, and I…I don't know if he'd—
…but… do you?
—she really spent too much time with Mobius, didn't she?
"Okay, explain that to us."
Said agent had shifted forward again, drawing that ocean gaze up and away from hers. She took a few soft breaths at the respite, managing to resist tugging at her worn ascot. Though her gaze lingered on his thoughtful one, wondering at the fact that Loki was even looking at Mobius in such a way. It was as if whatever anger he'd held before had fizzled out, replaced with an unorthodox level of acceptance they'd yet seen. As if—
Does he feel…comfortable, talking to us?
It wasn't an unwelcome thought, Keeper's no, just rather unexpected. The prince hadn't needed to acknowledge them; could have rushed them the moment they'd returned, lashing out in the pain so clearly there. Yet he'd held back once more, choosing instead to engage them, striking more of his filed information out in her mind.
No, this Loki was certainly different. And part of her felt a surge of validation, those instincts she'd rarely had to use tapping in at such a crucial juncture.
If so, maybe…maybe he will choose to help us—
"Because it's part of the illusion."
His tone broke through her reverie. It carried to them with a soft resignation, near shaking in the space between. Those conflicted blues slowly passed between the two workers as he went, hands gesturing towards himself. And the pure straightforwardness he was giving shot right to the heart of her, the aches within near overwhelming.
"It's the cruel elaborate trick, conjured by the weak, to inspire fear."
There was pain in those words; accenting each note, coloring the admission in soft strokes. As if he was confessing to them, seeking the workers for any small amount of understanding. Opening up whatever lock he'd held in desperate place and allowing them the privilege to look inside, taking such a risk at being seen.
And the way it made her chest burn, far too many emotions pushing their way up at once—
"They seem…kind of lonely, too."
Mobius dared another step towards the resigned god, looking down at Loki with a softer look of his own. It was an expression the assistant knew far too well; that absolute knowing the agent had been granted by the Keeper's, passing over with gentle care. The woman knew he was inclined towards these Variants in the first place; being around the person's of this individual was top of his list. There was a soft spot there Hazel wasn't surprised to see, and it warmed her heart all the more.
There's the Mobius I know. About time he showed up for this particular Variant.
"A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."
Yet the reply that came halted the fondness rolling in her, striking through the room as it broke between the three.
"A villain."
It was just two words; how could someone say so much with that? Yet the absolute resignation that cracked through twisted in her, bidding everything inside to rise up. Hazel didn't have a full Sacred Timeline vocabulary, but she knew that phrase. Had you asked her prior to this day how to define Loki, even that word wouldn't have been in her choices. Not given how Mobius educated her on it.
They had villains in here, alright. The severity of those Variants had been isolated to a different area altogether. Particularly a large male in a purple tone that Mobius had outright banned her any contact with, the first order of its kind. No, there was a staunch difference between what the Keeper's had dictated Loki do on the Sacred Timeline, and what others had. At least to her.
Loki wasn't the one who obliterated half of existence for a time, or absorbed his own offspring in attempts at immortality, or sought to cover endless worlds in pure darkness. Frankly, villain itself only applied to one type of being around here, at least the way Mobius had defined it.
"Genocidal maniacs, the lot of them. Don't engage Haze, there's some Variants that are not ours to deal with. Too much cuckoo in their clocks. Let the Upper Levels deal with those."
The prince had done terrible things, yes; that wasn't up for debate. But to define the cause and effect of those actions was far more complicated than the outright evils the universe could hold. And while every action was guided by the Time Keeper's, a divine plan set in motion that no one could argue—
The fact that Loki was even admitting his faults spoke well enough for her, let alone the regret creasing his features. Villains didn't feel remorse. They didn't admit their wrongs. And they certainly didn't give the time of day to a greyed man and a small woman, nor looked at them both like that.
"No," It came out much firmer than she expected, drawing both the men's gazes. The grip on her skirt was too tight; knuckles far beyond white, near shaking at the strain. And as that softened gaze held hers again she leaned forward, trying hard to convey what she felt, hoping, wanting it to get through.
"That's not the word I'd use. Not at all."
Surprise flashed across his gaze, shoulders hunching slightly at her words. Yet the assistant held her ground, keeping locked with those contemplative blues, giving a short nod for emphasis. The motion caused him to relax again, that softness passing between them before the agent joined in.
"That's not how we see it, Loki. It really isn't."
Mobius' quiet reassurance seemed to startle the god all the more. It drew his gaze quickly, blinking up at the agent in near disbelief. Those conflicted blues swept between the pair of them, casting over the workers with a torn expression. As if he'd expected something far worse; had loaded a baton of his own within, prepared for any strikes they may have, and willing to accept it. Yet to hear this from them was apparently so unexpected, the fallen prince had nothing to say.
The way he shifted, grasping up an odd glowing blue box and gripping it tightly, felt far too familiar. Loki gave it an intense look, fingers clutching the sides as a long exhale sounded. And the observing woman resisted the urge to worry at her ascot, a wave of understanding passing through.
It's okay. I'm not used to this, either.
"You try to use that?" Mobius tone held a slight note of amusement. There he was; trying to "break the ice", as per usual. Whatever that meant, anyway. But he'd always offer a deflecting quip when tensions rose, standing casually near the assistant's tucked legs. She glanced up at him with a soft smile, getting a fond one in return, causing a pang of guilt in her heart.
I owe him such an apology. I shouldn't have yelled like that, not at Mobius. Goodness, this day —
"Oh, several times." There was a casual lilt entering Loki's tone, a welcome shift from before. He held the strange box out with a wry look, brows rising at the amused agent. "Even an Infinity Stone is useless here." It was tossed upward in a lazy throw, his hand catching it easily as a sigh fell between them.
Hazel's brows rose in tandem, staring at the glowing swirls in awe. That thing was one of those weird stones? The paperweights the Hub workers tossed around? She'd glanced at them before, knew they had quite a significance out on the Sacred Timeline—but it was her first time actually viewing this one. She recalled Loki's files mentioning a weapon called the Tesseract that was cube shaped; was that it then? But how—
The curiosities raging in her were difficult to swallow down. Whenever something new was presented, this always happened. Endless questions built up behind clenched teeth, and she took a moment to center herself. Hazel was only told what she needed when she needed, and that was that . The end .
…but it's so… pretty .
Like rolling ocean waves, swirling and twisting in their own universe—and just like—
Loki's gaze shifted back to hers once more, mercifully cutting off that confusing thought. "The TVA is formidable." It fell as a rueful comment, a tiny smile peeking at the corner of his lips. "Cutting off magic, restraining gods, turning these stones into glorified trinkets. Will wonders never cease?"
The fact he held her gaze at that brought a gentle flush to her cheeks, an unfamiliar rush causing her to look away. She gave a soft shrug, a smile of her own crossing between them. "Well, we still have to make our own coffee around here." Her eyes glanced back over, seeing his lips tugging wider at the reply. "It's not all fancy, Mr. Laufeyson, but it is a place to come home to."
Something in her words caused his expression to shift; that soft look from before, bearing into her namesakes without restraint. His smile carried that unusual gentleness as he suddenly moved, pushing up from the harsh step and moving towards her. Hazel couldn't help but stare as he approached; the fact of Giant being part of his biology was quite apparent. Particularly given she was on the floor, neck craning back to maintain his ocean gaze.
Goodness, I knew he was tall, but this is—not that it's a bad thing, no, it's—Keeper's sake get it together Hazel, really—
The sudden appearance of that long hand across her glazed eyes proved to snap her out of it. Heat rose on her face as she blinked at the offering, praying the low lighting of the room hid her embarrassment. Of all the moments to space out, this was not opportune. Especially when she looked up to see Loki offering her such a warm gaze; a soft smile on his lips, an unexpected patience in his eyes. It brought out a shy grin of her own, chest fluttering strangely as she reached out to meet him.
Their hands threaded together in a firm hold. That expected chill rushed down her palm, twining a path about her wrist as his grip shifted. His free hand eased it's way around her forearm, the prince's intent clear, her body shifting to accommodate. In a smooth motion the assistant was back on her feet, his hold remaining as she stumbled. Not until she was fully righted did he give a soft nod, icy grip fading as he slowly pulled away. And there was a part of her that awed at the whole interaction, managing to give him a appreciative look despite the emotions rolling through.
Loki was a man of greater physical strength than most, yet he'd handled the small assistant as if she were made of glass. His touch had been both grounding and feather light; an anchor made of cotton, both gentle and supportive at the same time. The respect and consideration in that small gesture, especially for her —
The truth of it all caused her heart to ache, a warm smile crossing her features to match the one he was freely offering her. It was wider than before, brightening his features in the dark room. His nose scrunched up in the movement, a pleasant twinge crossing through her at the sight. It was the most relaxed he'd yet looked, arms loose at his sides and head tilted just so. And the quiet kindness that'd peeked out again and again remained on full display, drawing an even softer look from the assistant.
No, I wouldn't call you a villain. Especially now.
Mobius had watched the pair closely, thoughts turning over in his gaze. There was a brewing intent behind his features as he shifted, moving closer to the god with a serious look. It caught the other man's attention easily, the soft look he'd given the woman returning to a more cautious one. It didn't escape the agent; his tone remaining quieter than usual, mental notes being written furiously in the motion.
"Loki, we can't offer you salvation. But we may just have something better." He gestured lightly, stepping closer to Hazel's side. The assistant picked up his meaning right away, hands clasping before herself with straightening shoulders. He nodded toward her before continuing, one hand waving in the space between him and the quiet god. "A fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen and stealing vital resources. It's an unprecedented case that calls for an out-of-the-box solution."
A resignation passed over Loki's features, leveling Mobius with an even stare. He searched the agent a moment, a swirl of caution and curiosity rising from the raven-haired man. "So you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?" One brow rose as his gaze shifted, passing between the two workers with rising interest. " That's why you lot pulled me from that hypocritical excuse of a court room? But why?" His head tilted at the question, arms crossing about his chest once more. "Why me?"
Her throat tightened as the truth of it all rose, hesitation passing through her yet again. This was the moment they'd worked so hard to get to. And everything in her hoped beyond reason that the prince would understand. Because if he didn't, if he rejected the proposal Mobius was cleared to give—
Flashes of the soldiers and their batons near caused her to flinch, hands fisting tightly at her sides.
Please, please let him understand—
"The fugitive we're after is… you."
The utter blank look on the god's face yet again brought little reassurance. He blinked at Mobius before shaking his head, voice cracking slightly. If any tone was expected out of Loki it certainly wasn't confusion, bridging the space between in a shocked tone. "I beg your pardon?"
And everything in her begged to move, taking a clicking step towards the stumped Variant. It earned his conflicted gaze, offering him a reassuring one in return—hoping desperately that she could try and help him, even a little. That the right words would fall for once.
"I-It's true, Mr. Laufeyson. For months we've been attempting to locate a rogue Variant of yours. But no matter what we do, we can't keep up with him." Her tone carried softly, hands clasped tightly before her. She managed to hold his attention, though it began to shift into something unreadable, causing a twist in her stomach and words to spill out. "Please, we would really appreciate any help you could give."
Loki stared at the assistant a moment, that odd look shifting down his tongue, carrying quietly across to her. "Well, since I apparently only exist to benefit others, I suppose it's fitting. One Loki in exchange for a lesser one, is that right?"
That tone again, the soft quiet breaking up his throat and escaping into the room. It cut straight through her, bidding the assistant ever forward, unable to stop until they were directly before each other. A severe look passed from her, reaching into his storming blues with a surge of determination.
" No, Mr. Laufeyson, that's not it. Please excuse us, we don't mean any offense to you. And please know in the end, this is all up to you. No choice will be forced on you. This is a complicated situation and we understand that. All we ask is you hear us out before making a decision. Is that alright?"
The more she spoke the softer his features became, that distant look slowly being taken over. The spark of curiosity flashed across his gaze, hand shifting to hold his chin in thought. And at his permissive nod the woman continued, the tension rolling out of her as she went.
He's listening, thank the Keeper's—
"We sought you out because we need an expert on this. Obviously, we've done all we can. And who better to understand a Variant of you, then yourself?" She gestured with a soft smile, encouraged to see one twitching lightly from him in return. "We're offering you an honorary Consultant position. You'd be working with us, and given access to whatever is needed to help put this case to rest."
"Within reason." Mobius cut in, a knowing smirk crossing his lips. It gained an amused look from the contemplative god, earning a raised brow. "Even we have restrictions here. But I can guarantee the wardrobe's snazzier than what you have now. And no more collars, either. Can tell you're not too jazzed about that accessory."
"Those are definitely removed from my future outfits, for many reasons. Not particularly fond of such nonsense." Loki quipped, finger curling tighter against his chin. A moment of thoughtful silenced passed before he glanced towards them again, a quiet reflection in his tone. "This must be a desperate situation for you to approach someone like me. Not that I blame you, I am the greatest expert you lot could pull on the matter. But still—"
"Please, Mr. Laufeyson," Hazel's soft tone broke through it all, catching the gazes of both the observing men. She swallowed lightly, taking a deep breath before meeting those waiting blues. Her tone grew more solid with her resolve, hands clasping against her chest. And if his features grew more attentive as she went, and her chest twinged at the sight, it was furiously pressed down. Focus—
"I asked you earlier if your goal was to help people. I-I know you didn't answer, and that's okay, you don't have to. Just please, hear us out."
Her voice shook slightly as she went, emotions rising and difficult to restrain. She wasn't used to this ; Hazel couldn't remember the last time she spoke this long to anyone besides Mobius. Yet the words just kept flowing, a desperate river attempting to cross the bridge between her and the Variant, hoping he'd just understand—
" If that's so, then please believe us when we say, that is exactly the person we need. Because we need your help." The pleas grew quieter from her, taking another deep breath, missing the softening look passing the god's face.
"People are dying. We've already lost twenty units of Minutemen. And their weapons are being stolen. Ones that can ruin a lot of lives. Please," She met his gaze with a firmer look, fingers so tightly woven before her they were going numb. "This is more than about the TVA. There are thousands, if not millions, of people out there at risk. And you could help them, by helping us. That's what we're asking of you, Mr. Laufey—"
"Loki."
It rose suddenly from him, taking the assistant completely off guard. The look on his face had grown equally determined, that smile shifting into a warm smirk. She blinked in surprise, growing ever still as he stepped forward, head tilting towards her with a softening tone.
"Just call me Loki. After all, if we're to be working together, it's only proper."
He—did he just—?!
The surge of happiness that rose through her was unexpected. It came hard and fast, rocketing through her with abandon. The grin on her face was practically beaming, heels clicking as she bounced once on her toes. Knowing that she'd not only accomplished something this crucial to a high-profile mission, but managed to get through to this Variant—
" Really?!" It came out as an excited squeak, popping across to him before she could contain it. Her reaction proved to spark amusement in the observing prince, a humored look overtaking his features. Heat rose quickly on her cheeks as she cleared her throat, attempting to regain any shred of professionalism left in her. She brushed down her skirt before leveling her shoulders, looking up at him with an attempt at containing everything bursting within.
Given how his smile shifted to an all out amused grin, it was a failed effort. But right now the assistant couldn't care less.
" Thank you, Mr.—Loki." She stumbled over the informality, cheeks darkening evermore as she pressed on. That'd take a while to get used to, not that she was complaining. "Really, thank you. This means so much. A-and—well, if you'd like—"
It was pushing a few limits, she knew. There was a vast difference in their stations; there always was, when it came to her. Yet seeing that kind look grow ever deeper on his features tugged the woman onward, that rush of courage from earlier quickly hurrying through.
She hesitated only once, hand trembling at her side. Yet she managed to raise her arm towards the waiting prince, a shy smile overcoming her features. "Y-You can just call me Hazel, too. It's only fair! I-I look forward to working with you." Her head tilted with a soft, nervous laugh, part of her debating whether to pull back before embarrassing herself—
Until those cool fingers gently wrapped about hers, giving the much smaller hand a reassuring squeeze.
"As do I, Hazel. As do I."
If her heart wasn't racing before, it certainly kicked into overdrive now. Yet she didn't really take note of it, not here, surrounded by the euphoria of this moment. She gripped his hand tightly, giving it a light shake; the motion brought a chuckle out of him, returning it in kind.
I'm gonna keep helping you the best I can…Loki.
"Well, since we're all such eager beavers to start our workload for the evening." Mobius approached them with a quiet smile, gaze passing between the two. The woman glanced over her boss in a quick assessment; he had that look again, as if he'd been thinking far too hard. A note of worry passed her as he continued, given whenever the agent looked like that, he was definitely planning something—
"Then allow me to get step one of your transitions to TVA Consultant out of the way." The agent paused between them, gesturing towards their still joined hands. "Hazel's position here is my Personal Assistant. However, I do have executive power over what that entails. And from here on out, she won't just be answering to me. Hazel will also be an assistant to you, Loki."
Hazel wondered how many times her brain could stall out in one day before it became unhealthy. She blinked at the agent, the meaning of his order slowly dawning across her. So caught up in this she didn't even notice Loki's expression; didn't feel the way his hand tightened around hers. He glanced over the small woman with an odd note of concern, gauging the reactions she didn't know he was observing.
"Now obviously I'm still the head person on this case. Ultimately, you'll be under my jurisdiction and in the end, you're my responsibility. We'll be working together quite a bit." Mobius offered a grin to the prince, who met it with an increasingly curious look. "But I can't be with you constantly, I've got work to do! And there's no one who's better at being a helping hand than this little missy here. She can guide you around the whole place, answer any questions you have, get anything you need. She's the head of the class on that. So, from here on out, she'll assist you as well. And the three of us will knock our noggins together and get to the bottom of this mess. Sound good?"
Again, the god's conflicted gaze passed from the agent to his charge. The woman only had eyes for Mobius at the moment; yet seeing her absolutely light up, as if her boss just handed her the greatest gift in the worlds? It proved to ease the tension off Loki's features, that gentle smile taking its place as the assistant's small voice squeaked yet again.
"A double assignment? With you and Loki?!" The eagerness in her tone was beyond obvious, bouncing across the sparse theater. Her hand even squeezed his much larger one, the fact they hadn't yet parted not even registering to the assistant. "Y-you really mean it, Boss? Me?!"
"Of course you, Hazel. Unless you mean the assistant I have on the side." He winked, the comment bringing a snorting laugh out of her. "But she's too busy for this, obviously. I've had her buried in work for ages. Poor thing needs a break."
"Please, as if any other P.A. here would put up with you." She quipped cheekily, a giggle rising from her. Yet it cut off as she blinked, turning towards the amused prince with a more hesitant look.
"I-I mean, yes, I'd be honored to work with you! B-But only if you're okay with it. Please don't feel obligated, Mobius always makes decisions like this—"
"The honor is mine." His soft interruption put a stopper to her nervous babble, proving to dust her cheeks with a rising flush. "Having a knowledgeable individual in these rather strange halls would be a relief, Hazel. Truly. That is, if you don't mind it, either. I would hope your boss would offer such decencies to you as well."
The god offered a raised brow towards Mobius at that, the agent returning it in kind. Yet the woman was quick to interject, free hand waving insistently. "O-oh, no, Mobius is a very fair superior, please don't doubt that! He'd never ask me to—He wouldn't do that, I mean—" She shook her head, collecting herself with a quiet breath. A softer look took its place, giving the prince a reassuring smile.
"I'd be happy to assist you however I can, Loki. Really, I would."
The returning smile of his was answer enough, the feeling of their hands still joined finally registering, her face once again quickly matching her hair. Well, it wasn't the first time; maybe this was something Loki preferred to do? Was hand holding an Asgardian gesture of some sorts? At the moment Hazel was too flustered to recall. Granted he hadn't done as such with Mobius yet, but still. The prince didn't seem averse to contact, and Keeper's knew she wasn't well knowledged in every social gesture, but—
It's not a bad thing, no it's—its nice, actually and—well if he wanted to let go he would have, right? I mean—
Yet the swirling rolls of confusion and warmth passing in her were brought to an abrupt halt by the loudest of bangs, echoing harshly across the sparse chamber.
The sound of the theater doors bursting open caused Hazel to jump, hand unintentionally ripped from that comforting grip in the motion.
Tension immediately coated the room, the sound of heavy footfalls angrily clamoring about. Everything in her completely stiffened up, spinning about on her heels with dread. Her stomach dropped to see the intruder, especially with that look clear across their face.
Hunter B-15 was on a warpath, her death glare aimed directly at the Variant.
The anger striking inside Hazel was a harsh mix, swirling with notes of panic. What was she doing?! It was one thing to barge in the first time, yet doing so now, looking like that—aimed straight at him—
The assistant moved without a thought, blocking the path between the enraged woman and the prince behind her. She didn't see the pure irritation rising on Loki's features; missed the surprise crossing his face at her new position. Didn't realize as he stepped forward, a mere breath behind her, leveling the soldier with a look of utter warning. His hand hovered close by, as if he were ready to pull the smaller woman aside at any moment.
No, Hazel was a tad distracted by the utter anger rising out of her boss. Seeing Mobius dive between the pair of them and the infuriated Hunter caused another wave of alarm— especially given the baton quickly snatched from her waist, both hands gripping it proper. That was beyond careless, and despite the small woman's personal reservations, it was obvious Hunter B-15 was a tad off at the moment. Why was beyond the assistant, shoulders hunching all the more, worry for both the men in here rising sharply.
"Hunter B-15, stand down!" It was the harshest snap out of Mobius in a long while, hands stretched out in attempts to halt her. "That is a direct order! Back off and clip that weapon, now !"
The taller woman hesitated a moment, gaze fully locked on the tensed pair behind the agent. And if looks could kill, the assistant was certain Loki would be the definite victim. A tremble ran through her as she stood her ground, hands shaking in the air—not seeing the Variant in question shift ever forward, coming beside the woman in a defensive stance.
"That Variant collared me ," The soldier hissed, pointing to the offensive item in question, very clearly about her neck. "He's dangerous and needs to be dealt with—"
" Loki is now a Consultant on our Rogue Variant case. As of ten minutes ago his past transgressions are null and void. Don't like it, you can appeal all you want to Renslayer. Good luck with that." Mobius snapped, gaining a rather satisfying look of disbelief from the angry woman. "Now, if that's all you've come here to—"
"Mobius, you've done a lot of strange things over the years, but this one has to be the worst. What are you thinking?!" Hunter B-15 shifted from furious to scoffing, the incredulous tone carrying harshly in the room. "What are any of you thinking?! Approving of this Variant helping at all—"
"I don't recall you getting an opinion on my cases—"
The two devolved into a shouting match, unlike any Hazel had seen prior. Of course employees would clash now and then; it came with living in such close quarters, departments crossing over too often. Yet to observe this level of dissent, aimed at her boss, stoked that rare fire low in the assistant. And despite everything today, no matter what happened between them, there was one trait the agent and his assistant had in common.
Hazel did not appreciate anyone coming after Mobius like this. Especially holding a pruner .
The anger crackling through her spurned the assistant to move again, heels snapping loudly on the tiled floor. "H-Hunter B-15!" It fell even louder than she anticipated; shaking, yet still carrying sure and true. It proved to cut through their rolling argument, those furious eyes locking on her trembling namesakes.
"Please, I need more time—"
No . Not now. This is more important. Just focus —
"Y-you're being insubordinate to a superior."
It crackled from her throat, and it took everything within the woman not to look away. To bow forward and take the place she'd always had with this soldier. But this wasn't just about her. This was for Mobius—who she owed everything to. And for Loki, who's only barrier between the pruner and safety being the two workers. No, this was too important to allow her fears to win. She couldn't, not now .
"This is the second time today. Wh-why are you interrupting Agent Mobius' work? You're disregarding his orders, t-too. H-how many demerits do you want to earn? Th-this isn't wise—"
The utter fire burning from Hunter B-15 lashed quickly, the woman stepping around Mobius before he could stop her. The baton was held firm in one hand as she crossed the gap, hissing down at the smaller woman with her rage.
"As your superior, I don't recall addressing you in any way, PA-HZ3L. "
Everything within Hazel froze at that, all further words catching harshly in her throat. The feeling of her heart dropping through the floor brought a wave of nausea to her, gaze immediately falling to the bright tiles below. Whatever she'd been feeling before, every wave that had washed over her through this long day, it no longer mattered. Because reality was seeping right back in, the truth of it now laid out for all to see.
For Loki to see.
She just had to use my designation. Of course she did. Now he…he'll know. And then he…he'll—
"And if we're bringing insubordination into this, I'm sure Renslayer would love to know you're in here, especially with this Variant. You of all people—"
The way she practically spat the words, falling so harsh and fast they rained over the smaller woman. Beating down with reminders of who and what she truly was . Just another set of letters and numbers at the TVA's bottom rung, nothing more. The person Mobius allowed her to pretend she wasn't—that the Variant had been spared knowing until now. That she would've prevented from being revealed entirely, had she the choice. Because now —
He'll look through me, just like they do. Because they always do. Always—
The feeling of those cool hands gripping firmly about her shoulders brought everything to a halt. Hazel blinked, head craning back in shock. When had he gotten so close, without her even realizing? The thought caused her heart to stutter, the comfort spreading from his touch slowly becoming a familiar sensation. He was glaring sharply at the infuriated soldier, gently pulling back on the smaller woman and stepping before her. And the fact of it all caused her insides to twist, hands clutched tightly against her skirt in confused awe.
Loki had placed himself between the two women, a firm defensive wall with crossed arms and a daring expression Hazel wouldn't get to see.
"I think that's quite enough out of you ." The god sneered, icy gaze keeping a steady hold with her enraged one. The arm holding said baton shifted, as if to power it on, pure instinct raging on her features. Yet the firm clasp of Mobius hand stopped her, gripping tightly to the offending wrist.
"As unbelieving as it is to say this—Loki is right. You've had more than enough for one day, Hunter B-15. You're obviously under too much stress at the moment." The agents voice fell sternly, shoving the baton-wielding hand downward. "Which is why I'm advising you take an immediate 60 unit break. You're clearly exhausted. Why else would you come in here, disrupt my operations, disobey my orders, and threaten my assistant? You know the consequences of that."
His tone grew lower as he went, the soldier finally giving the greying man her full attention, her irritation slowly fading. Mobius shifted, the control button swiftly retrieved from the table and pressed. The Time Collar sounded its release, the woman eagerly ripping it off and tossing the device to the floor. It bounced harshly, the noise seeming to help the Hunter grasp at a sense of calm. The agent gave her a stern glare, finger rising between them in sharp emphasis.
"Listen up, because I'm only telling you once. Loki is now a part of our mission to locate the Rogue Variant. He will be working both with me and PA-HZ3L. You will encounter him in these halls and you will not cause further unnecessary disruptions to him, myself, or my assistant. If you do, I will be taking this directly to Renslayer. Who, by the way, I will be meeting with today to go over everything that happened in here relevant to the case, including PA-HZ3L's involvement. Now please, do get some rest, as you obviously wouldn't do any of this in peak condition."
He didn't have to offer that; given everything that happened, Mobius held every right to immediately report this level of insubordination. But the rare kindness that laid in him was too much at times; Hazel knew it better than anyone. He was handing Hunter B-15 a gracious gift, and the assistant hoped she was clear headed enough now to realize it.
And yet again Hazel wondered at the way her boss could handle such things. Even speaking the few words to the enraged soldier had been difficult enough; she couldn't imagine squaring off so easily with another person. At least, not in a way that she'd be taken seriously. And hearing that proper name again, the assigned designation that so rarely fell from her boss, now ringing out a third chime in the far too echoing chamber—
There was no way Loki had missed it. But…but he still—
Her eyes locked onto the back of him, the jumpsuit stretched across tense shoulders. He looked ready to pounce at any moment; a coil just waiting for release. And the fact he did so for her, creating a shield all his own—
That fluttering passed through her again, and she found it moving her forward. One trembling hand reached out, hesitating in the space between. Yet it came to land against his back, the lightest of pressure, barely a whisper between them. And frankly she didn't know why; what was possessing her to do this, even as her palm flattened against him. What if he found it strange in some way? It wasn't a hand hold, not hardly, but—
I'm okay. Thank you, thank you, but I'm okay . Please don't get hurt on my behalf. Please—
His head lifted slightly at the contact, tilting just barely towards her with an acknowledging nod. Her fingers curled as she pulled away, keeping herself behind him and out of sight. If her heart raced any faster she was sure he'd hear it.
During their exchange the soldier had glanced over the room, a scoffing noise rising in her throat. " Those two? You're allowing them to work together, especially on this? You're just determined to collapse the Sacred Timeline, aren't you?" She muttered low, hooking the baton back into place and offering a final stern glance at Mobius.
The agent returned it in kind, hand shifting to wave her off. "Your concerns have been noted and filed. You are dismissed, Hunter B-15."
She left without another word, almost stomping out of the chamber as she went. The loud slam of the doors shutting brought a wave of relief, the small woman near sinking into herself at the weight of it. Had she been holding her breath too? No wonder the room felt a tad dizzy. She took a few even, deep inhales, willing herself to just calm down—
"Hey,"
That gentle timbre broke through, her eyes quickly snapping upward. A cool touch laid softly against her upper arm, the concern in his shifting blues capturing her startled gaze. He looked her over a moment, brow furrowing before their eyes locked yet again.
"Are you alright, Hazel?"
Hazel . He—He still called me—
It was the hardest fight of the day; pushing back the tears threatening to break through, staining down her cheeks in relief. There was a soft understanding in those worried blues, one she wished she had the words to express how much it meant. Loki probably didn't even realize the kindness that just fell from him, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter. Because—
He hadn't even asked. It didn't even phase him. No, she had simply asked him to call her that name before the interruption—and he did. Without question. Even when faced with such a contradiction. There was no hesitation, only a respect she'd rarely been granted.
And that flood of emotions returned tenfold, a thick swallow sounding before she managed to collect herself.
"I-I'm fine, really. Th-thank you, so much." It fell as a whisper, the feeling of a gentle squeeze from him nearly causing those tears to fall. "I just…Hunter B-15 a-and I, we…we don't get along well." She flinched at the admission, eyes darting to the side, attempting to hide any shadows that would pass over them.
"Can't imagine why." The sarcasm rising from him was unexpected, causing the woman to peek upward again. He leveled her with a lidded gaze and growing smirk, head tilting to the side. "Such a charming woman. Who could ever resist?"
It proved to bring a fit of giggles right out of her, breaking whatever tension remained. Her hand rushed upward, trying to contain the tinkling sound and failing miserably. And all the while Loki observed her with a warm look, steadying her until she was fine enough for him to pull away. The assistant wiped at her eyes, still chuckling from both his quip and the utter relief taking over.
Yet it seemed to spurn him onward, leaning forward with a conspiratorial whisper that was a tad too loud. "Do you think she'll ever get treatment for that horrid condition?" He raised a brow at her giggling face, grin widening with mischief. "Parading about with a baton jammed up her backside has got to get quite painful. No wonder she's so angry all the time. Tragic."
The absolute laughter that rose out of Hazel couldn't be contained, not at that. She bent over in a fit, shoulders trembling at the strain. When was the last time she laughed like this? The assistant honestly couldn't remember. And given her position she missed the utterly satisfied look on his face, joining in the mischief with a triumphant smirk. The pride from him, however, did not go unnoticed by Mobius, who'd made his way back over to the pair in quick strides.
"That's a good one, Loke. I'm gonna file that away for later. Got a few guys down in Artifacts to use that one on." He smirked, enjoying the surprise crossing the god's face at the sudden nickname. Yet before he could reply a rolling snort came from the woman, who managed to right herself with a long, happy sigh.
"N-No you're not, Boss! That's—that's t-terrible—" She snickered, hand finding its way over her mouth again. Goodness, did it feel good to just laugh! Especially after everything from today. And looking over, seeing both of the men grinning back at her, brought even more relief to her overworked system.
Well, she supposed that God of Mischief title certainly came from somewhere, and the mirth rolling within her was all the more grateful for it.
"Oh, it's the absolute worst." Loki quipped, giving a few nods as he stepped toward the smaller woman. There was humor in his eyes dancing into hers, leaning down towards her with that grin, nose scrunching in the motion. "And now you lot are stuck with me. Whatever shall you do?"
Yet that phrase fell softer than the rest, echoing across his features the longer they held hers. That twisting sensation rolled through her as he went, a gentle smile overtaking her lips. Let it flow; let it wash over her like the tides, no matter how unusual or new. She wanted to feel them, to let that unfamiliar warmth somehow coming from this prince of frost to wrap about all it reached. Maybe one day they'd make sense.
But for now, she knew what mattered. Not just for the Sacred Timeline, or her position, or even to honor Mobius' assignment.
Staring up at Loki, who's lost and tormented look had receded, who's eyes held depths like she'd only seen once before, who kept seeing her again and again—
She just knew . And for now, it was more than enough.
"Well, for starters, we have to get you properly settled." It rose warmly from her, mind slowly shifting back into work mode. Hazel had a new responsibility after all, and knowing the day this man just went through, and what may yet await him in these cold halls—
The look on her features shifted, what professionalism she had left today kicking in. Her eyes glanced over the observing prince, sweeping across his body with a calculated look. Thoughts shifted quickly to accommodate, a multitude of checklists crossing her mind. This, at least, was something she was skilled in.
So caught up in her thoughts, the assistant completely missed her boss' approach. The agent came to stand beside Loki, giving the taller man a knowing smirk. It proved to catch the god's attention, brow rising down at him in interest. Mobius leaned closer and spoke low, a conspiratorial whisper passing between them, laced with a note of fondness.
"Watch this." He jutted a thumb towards Hazel, passing a wink up to a scrunching blue gaze. "Just watch." The agent cleared his throat, volume rising just enough to reach the contemplative woman.
"What's the schedule, Haze?"
Not two beats later did Hazel refocus, gaze shifting to her superior with a firm nod. "Your meeting with the Madame is in 120 units. If you're late you'll be in even more trouble, so no detours. Loki needs a proper uniform before he can walk around safely, and that's plenty of time for you to fix that." Her words fell quick and clear, passing easily despite her higher tone, as if she were a computer reciting the agents request. It proved to bring a raised brow from the observing god, yet that didn't pause her rapid detailing.
Nor did it stop Mobius hand from rising up, taking advantage of his assistant's obvious distraction. He moved it near Loki's sight line, open and shut, and silently mouthing a phrase up to the prince with an amused nod.
"Motor mouth."
"Take him directly to Wardrobe and make sure you get Charlie for this one. He's almost as tall as Loki and should help him easy. Oh, and I think he'd do well in an Analyst uniform." Her gaze casted over him again, missing the slightly uneasy look he held from the scrutiny. There was a hesitancy in his stance, yet she carried on with a growing smile, nodding to herself. "Yeah, that's the one I'd go with, but it's up to you two, really." She gave a shrug, her gaze leveling out a tad, enough to lock with said prince.
Hazel offered him a warm smile, voice softening as she gestured towards him. "Its your choice in the end, Loki, but I'd try that one first. You might find it more comfortable than some of the standard outfits here."
He eased considerably as she went, offering her an appreciative nod. Yet her words continued to pour out, gesturing towards her superior with a more severe look. "But go right there and then take Loki home after. This has been a long day and Keeper's know he could use some downtime. And you cannot be late to the Madame again, especially today, got it? After that you're in the clear." She gave a firm nod that the agent acknowledged, giving her a warm, fond grin in return.
"What would I ever do without you, kiddo? Always keeping me on my toes."
Her eyes lidded towards the agent, a deadpan amusement carrying in her tone. "You'd starve, for one. Josta's are not meals, Boss. Please make sure you at least try to eat dinner today. Don't make me throw out another salad you forgot about. Oh—" She brightened and turned towards the prince. He'd been watching in amused silence, meeting her attentions with a little smile of his own.
"I'll bring by some dinner options later, I'm sure you're hungry by now." Her tone grew softer as she went, hands clasped before her and twirling absently. "We don't have a lot of choices, and it's not fancy at all, but—"
"Anything is fine, Hazel, really. It's appreciated." He offered in a quieter tone, his smile tugging wider as he spoke. "Thank you." It fell the softest of all, as if it was meant for something else—something more. Yet she brushed the thought away with a smile, hoping the heat dusting her face would give it a rest.
"O-of course! It's my job after all." She grinned happily, hands shifting to clasp behind her back. Her shoulders straightened, head tilting, her auburn waves shifting in the motion. "Happy to help!"
"15 units until retrieval deployment, sugar!"
The assistant completely froze, the moment broken by the accented voice rising between them. And all at once realization hit, the red painting her face taking over for an entirely different reason. And she'd had the gall to chew Mobius out earlier, for Keeper's sake—
"Oh, shoot ," It squeaked from her, the Earth phrase her boss passed on long ago slipping out. Her hand dove wildly towards her skirt, slipping hurriedly into the worn pocket. It was difficult to tune out the familiar sound of Mobius' chuckling, gripping the long forgotten TemPad and yanking it free. She winced at the light harshly pulsing from it, the internal locator already prepped to activate.
Great, not even an hour into this and I'm already messing up around him—
"Eliza is going to prune me," It fell as a strained huff, completely missing the flash of concern passing Loki's features. She was too drawn by Mobius' rising tone, his own brand of sarcasm reaching her.
"If she'd ever look up from her computer for five seconds, she just might. Better get moving, missy, or someone's gonna be in trou-ble."
"And who's fault is that, sir?" She rose a brow at him, gripping the flashing object with a sigh. "Never mind, just please remember everything I told you, okay? I'm going to be a bit longer than I thought—" The rapid clicking of her heels picked up, the woman near diving towards the interview table. "I'll get all this back where they belong, so neither of us gets more demerits today. Goodness sake, did you jam this Recall Strip in here?! Boss—"
The agent had shifted, bending down to retrieve the forgotten Time Collar with a rueful smile. "It played fine, didn't it?" He gestured silently at Loki and pointed towards the Tesseract. The god rose a brow at him before nodding, understanding passing between the men as he went. "No harm, no foul. The Archives shouldn't harass you over it."
" All of what you just said is up for debate, sir." She cast back in a lower tone, spinning about with her arms quite full. Given Loki was turned away she leaned closer to the greyed man, an insistent look in her gaze. "You should think on it and consider a discussion." Her firm nod towards the god made it clear enough, her boss giving her a knowing smile.
"Like I said, top of your class, Haze. Don't get too good on me now, couldn't take you being promoted."
Her eyes rolled with a snort, hooking the offered Time Collar about one arm and pocketing its controller. "There's very little fear of that Boss, thanks. Oh—"
Loki had made his way back over to them, eyes locked on that glowing box once more. There was a tide of emotions rolling over his features, grip tightening against it briefly. A moment of quiet fell as he studied it, before a long sigh passed from his lips, as if a part of him was escaping out into the chamber.
That torn gaze passed through him again, bidding the smaller woman closer. With arms laden and eyes softening she waited, hovering near his side. He glanced down at her approach, meeting her eyes with a quieter look. The cube was held out to her, and she met it with her free hand. It balanced easier than she'd expected, a sense of wonder passing through before she was able to stop it.
"Huh," It fell quietly, the box completely overtaking her small palm. Her fingers could barely grip it, yet that wasn't an issue. The cube had barely any weight to it, almost as if it were floating above her hand. Questions rose at the thought, managing to press them back, voice falling evermore.
"I thought it'd be heavier."
"It can be." His gentle timbre returned at that, wrapping about them in a welcome hold. It drew her gaze upward, relieved to see that pained look had faded. A note of caution passed his features, one hand reaching to curl under hers, gripping the box in a way she couldn't. The blend of heat and cold rose with a pleasant tingle, seeping up her wrist. He leaned downward, just enough to meet her eyes more properly, a note of concern painting his words.
"Take care with it, okay?"
The genuine worry this odd box caused him was a bit confusing for her. But to see this man reacting like that, she knew there had to be a good reason. And to have that concern aimed at her, yet again, brought that roll of warmth she was just starting to get used to.
She nodded firmly, offering him a reassuring look. "I will. I promise." He relaxed at that, slowly pulling away with a softened gaze. The chill of his hand lingered still, her fingers curling tighter against the odd glowing swirls.
"10 units until retrieval deployment! Better get a move on, honey!"
Hazel nearly jumped at that familiar chipper tone, a startled laugh rising. That clock just had to keep insistently ticking, didn't she? There was an unwelcome embarrassment rolling in the assistant's middle, cheeks flushing as she hurried towards the exit.
"Okay, I definitely have to head out," She called back, desperately trying not to trip on the way. Or drop any of the items filling her small arm space. "I'll be home soon as—"
Shoot, these dumb doors, how do I—
Yet one of those long hands reached about her, grasping at the exit and pulling it wide. She blinked up at him in surprise; how did he do that? How did a man of his height move so quietly? Her flushed cheeks only darkened at the gesture, a grateful smile passed upward. Loki returned it with one of his own, stepping out of her way with that ocean gaze.
"Th-thank you, Loki! And don't mind Mobius, he really is a good Boss. I promise." She insisted with a hurried whisper, noting the amusement passing his features before calling back. "And please, for the love of the Time Keeper's, get your paperwork done!"
"Seems like you two cause a bit of mischief around here yourselves." The god whispered back, catching her attention, eyes widening up at him. A soft giggle escaped her as she shrugged, peeking upward with a small grin. Her courage surged a moment, words sneaking out in a cheeky whisper.
"What's wrong with a little mischief now and then?"
Loki's grin stretched so wide at that, only making the assistant's determination grow stronger, those warm flutters rolling through her with abandon.
"Five units, darlin'! Good luck with that!"
For Keeper's sake — !
"G-gotta go!" It squeaked as she fumbled with her clutched items, turning to sprint and praying with all she had not to fall. Having to deal with Retrieval Personnel, again, was not how she wanted to cap off this day. No—
She turned one last time, taking in the man behind her. Loki was still there, watching her go with that gentleness he'd need not give, but did so anyway. She threw back a smile and an attempted wave, gaining one in return, his chuckle echoing pleasantly in the space between.
And as she practically bolted up the stairs and about the halls, one thing remained solid and clear in her mind, heart near beating outside her chest with firm resolve.
Loki, I want to help you. To know you. And maybe…maybe you might want…to know me, too.
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AN:
This is a chapter I've wanted to write for months. Loki is finally starting to get the companions he deserves, and a new chance at a life he's never had before. Just where that will lead him and his heart will be quite the adventure indeed.
The next chapter is Loki POV; time to hop back into our favorite trickster's perspective as he starts a new path of his life.
Also the amount of times I had to rewind the first Loki episode for dialogue, expression, and scene sequence reference has to be worrying some poor Disney employee, I swear. Might as well keep up the trend with the rest of the show!
And I'd like to add that Hunter B-15, despite how it seems, isn't the villain of this story. There's still more to be told. Let's see what picture is painted for her in the end.
See y'all next time!
