The Reality Jumper | MARVEL and Co

3 | Stop Talking

             NYX WAS LAYING on the hard floor with her feet leaning on the forcefield. The walls were making a quiet buzzing sound - the kind that slowly gets on your nerves after a while; one that's not so quiet you could ignore it but also not too loud for it to be 'in your face'.

She had pulled out her notebook, opening up to a fresh page and smirking at the reality number appeared at the top of the page - reality-199999, - and made a note saying that this was another Odin-dominated reality, underlining the words, 'This Odin is not the biggest twat of them all, but still ranks highly in terms of twatness,'

'oi,' she whispered, sitting up and tapping the field that separated her and Loki, ''Loki, darling, I have some questions for you!' she sang out in English, continuing to tap the field and smiling at the god scrunching his face up in annoyance at the zapping sounds.

'Shut up you mewling quim.' he ordered, not looking up from his book. Ah, so this reality did speak English. Get pranked, loser.

Nyx hummed, 'you have a pretty swanky cell, you really must be considered royalty huh?' she mentioned absentmindedly, switching back to Norse and ignoring how the gods eyebrows twitched slightly. He didn't grace her with a response, so she continued, 'Every reality with Odin in it, I've found Queen Frigga to always be lovely. Although sometimes it's 'King' Frigga - but it's always some version of her.' she informed him, sighing dreamily and not really caring that he didn't want to talk, 'I just can't believe she would settle for Odin, I mean, the man showers sparingly. Or that's what reality-135's Odin did, the stinky bastard.'

Loki groaned, sick of talking about Odin. Nyx felt the same about the topic, but this was necessary information for her little book. She wanted to figure out Loki and was curious to understand what makes him tic; she had never met one before! Which was weird, because she's been to a bunch of realities. He was something unique in her eyes, and she wanted to fill her book front to cover with him, despite it being impossible to do so. She had already drawn a sketch of Loki reading a book and had a small blurb about what she had learnt.

'Stop,' he demanded, growing tired of the girl's annoying behaviour. The buzzing stopped. Thinking he had won, Loki smirked and peaked over his book at her. His little smirk dropped as he saw her sporting a similar smirk.

Nyx clicked her tongue, 'which part?' she asked, her voice confused. She crossed her legs, leaning on her palm as she continued to smirk.

'Which one do you think?' he huffed, slamming his book closed, 'some of us prefer to spend eternity in silence.'

He opened his book again, which Nyx thought was funny. What was the point of even closing it if you're gonna open it again? Was he just making a point? Well, it was a poor point anyways. So dramatic!

'Not me!' she chirped twirling her short hair in-between her fingers. Laying down, she placed her feet against the force field and curved her torso just enough to get a good look into his cell, ignoring what he mumbled beneath his breath.

He had a pile of books in the corner, all looking aged and worn, a small table with a mountain of fruit and treats placed in a elegant bowl on it, a very comfortable looking bed and a small coffee table and another comfy looking chair. Her cell, on the other hand, had a cot. The difference in treatment really made her question the equality of this place, because surely compared to Loki, the god had committed a worse crime than her.

'Dude, I have so many questions!' Nyx exclaimed in exasperation, throwing her arms above her head, 'we have all eternity, so why can't you just answer a few simple questions?!'

'I do not care, you useless mortal. Be silent or I will cut off your tongue.' he threatened, Nyx nodding at his words solemnly. Loki would totally cut off her tongue just so she would never vex him again. Besides, what would they possibly do to punish him? He's already being locked away for eternity. Maybe take away a chair or something. Or books for a week (the horror!)

Humming, Nyx for some unknown reason decided to tell him about the other's Reality's versions of him, 'you know, I've never met other versions of you, Loki.' she began, smirking as he shifted slightly in interest, 'you're the first Loki I've met who's still alive, actually,' she could see him tense and flicked open her journal to a random page, 'in reality-1532, Odin had massacred all the Jotun's and fed you to Fenris as a warning to all other's that would rise against him.' she hummed in thought, 'oh! In reality-624, you were captured, and your mouth was sewn shut by dwarf's and you had starved to death. Odin had almost killed Thor in an attempt to keep him from recusing you.'

Now, let's all look at this piece of dialogue together. Why on fucking earth would she say that? What would compel a person to randomly bring up horrors about their conversational partner and expect them to be cool with it?

'ENOUGH!' Loki exclaimed, his voice shaking in either rage or general shaken-uppingness at her words. They were so out of pocket, after all. He stood up, discarding his book as he approached the field where she was sitting. Nyx seemed to have realised the weight of her words and how heartless it was for that to be shared with him.

'Your words mean nothing to me, they are nonsensical,' Loki glared at her, his green eyes filled with rage, 'you know nothing of me!'

Nyx nodding in agreement, her face turned soft, 'I know,' she said gingerly, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things to you, you're right - I know nothing about you.'

The God almost startled at her sudden change in tone, going from nonchalant and careless to remorseful and kind. Not knowing how to react to her kindness and believing it to be a farce; he tried to resort to what he thought was best and manipulate her and tear her down emotionally.

'Your desperate need for attention and any sort of validation is pitiful and sickening,' he snarls, his nose turning up slightly in distaste, 'all this praise... all this love you seek is nothing but a distraction from the burden that no one cares for you or your sorry excuse for an existence. You're nothing, a mere shadow in room filled with more significant, more worthy people of life. Not a single person would notice your absence.'

The woman simply nodded at his harsh words, taking them in stride with a gentle smile. The god startled, expecting her to tear up or even show some sort of negative emotion - but yet the white-haired woman has the courage to smile kindly and accept his words?

'Are you talking from a place of familiarity, Loki?' she smiled sadly, empathy in her tone, 'but you're right,' she agreed, 'no one would notice me my absence, because they shouldn't have formed an attachment to me in the first place. I have no ties to this reality, Loki.' she explained slowly, as if she were talking to a child, 'you and Queen Frigga were literally the first people in this reality I spoke with, I wouldn't demand no expect either of you to miss me; it wouldn't even make sense! We've known each other for like 4 hours!'

'Thankfully you know your place,' he spat, looking at her in disgust.

'I mean, I haven't spoken this long with another being in a few years so I'm a little out of touch with social ques,' she defended herself, feeling like an idiot for bringing up such a dumb topic in her excitement.

'Do not patronise me by trying to empathise with me, I am a GOD, and you are nothing.'

'Ok dude, you don't have to keep going, I get it! I'm nothing!' she agreed, giving him a thumbs up which seemed to piss him off more. 

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[16/09/2023] Re-written :)