𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

2│HELLO! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST.

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ❜  ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ
ᴀʀʀᴇsᴛ. ꒱


❝ WELCOME TO  THE TIME
VARIANCE AUTHORITY ❞

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Shooting out of the air at cruising altitude was never an enjoyable experience but was one that Jimin was— thankfully— saved from. Instead, she shot out of a second portal at a decent fifteen feet, low enough to survive the fall but high enough to lay stunned on the ground for a minute, even with the adequately soft sand padding.

Groaning, the dark-haired woman refused to open her eyes, still recovering from the projectile force. Loki— having recovered much more quickly despite his higher drop-off point— sat up and took in their surroundings, his eyes falling on the woman who had unnecessarily joined him. Opening his mouth to demand exactly who she thought she was, his attention was quickly turned to a curious-looking group who stared at them in confusion.

He scrambled to his feet, deciding the woman was unimportant at this time, and made his way to the tallest point in the desert— a nearby outcropping of rock that jutted up from the sand. After gaining the authoritarian height, he began to speak: "I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose—"

With a grunt, Jimin sat up and shook the sand from her short hair, turning to give the so-called god a flat glance as she told him monotonously, "it can't be that glorious if it's a burden."

The man sent her a scathing look. "You dare—"

He was interrupted again by the indigenous inhabitants as one spoke in their native language: "why have you come to our home?"

Loki's expression turned briefly puzzled at the dialect before he brushed it off, continuing, "I—"

A warbling noise sounded through the air causing everyone to turn in the direction it came from. A rectangular, golden portal opened a few feet away and three black-clad, armored guards emerged. They surrounded the fallen Tesseract with military efficiency.

"Don't touch that!" Loki demanded, leaving his rock to stalk towards them.

A fourth guard appeared through a second portal and began speaking immediately while looking at the small device in her hands. "Appears to be a standard sequence violation, branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. Variants identified."

Jimin stood quickly and stepped up next to the god, raising her fists in a fighting stance as she watched the newcomers warily. The Asgardian's tone was full of disbelief. "I beg your pardon?"

The woman ignored them. "On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline."

The sound of weapons powering up caused the Agent to tense, mentally preparing herself in case this turned into a fight. While it appeared that these guards didn't have guns, their arms looked equally deadly and would most likely have the same effect. Their leader continued, unaffected by Jimin's threatening stance: "hands up, you're coming with us."

"I'm sorry," the god narrowed his eyes. "Who's 'us?'"

"You will not be taking him anywhere," Jimin added commandingly. "We are to return—"

"Last chance, Variants," the woman cut her off smoothly, activating her own weapon.

The Asian woman's eyes flicked over each of their opponents while she calculated their odds. It would be four against one— on the assumption that Loki, who had just tried to attack her planet, wouldn't be helping— so, not great. While she was a skilled fighter and had trained for most of her life, she also knew that the chance of escape could be higher than the potential of winning a fight. She might need to conserve her energy for a greater threat; besides, this was a desert— where would they hide?