"He's my father and I'm his daughter. If he's on your side, so am I."
"Even though I'm the God of Mischief?"
"There's no such thing as gods and goddesses here at the TVA, we are all equals."
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"So, you two are apart of the TVA's courageous and dedicated workforce?" Loki asks.
"Yes." My father answers.
"You were created by the Time Keepers."
"Yes."
"What about her?" Loki asks Mobius while pointing to me.
"She was destined to be my daughter. We were created to be a family" My father answers simply.
"So you two created by the Time Keepers, along with everyone here to protect the Sacred Timeline."
"Correct."
Loki scoffs then laughs. He stops in his tracks. I look up at him, stopping with him.
"Is that funny?" I ask.
He looks between me and my father, who is at the doors to an office viewing room. "The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards."
I raise a brow at the word 'lizards'. I look to my father only to see he has a bemused look on his face.
"Yes, it's funny. It's absurd."
My father tilts his head and places an arm around my shoulder when I move over to him. "I thought you didn't like to talk."
The door opens and gesture to the open doors. "After you."
When we step inside I shrug my father's arm off gently and let him walk over to small table in the center of the room with a device on it. He immediately goes to fiddle with contraption.
"Are you sure this isn't a place where you're going to kill me? 'Cause this looks like a place where you would kill me." Loki states as we walk into the viewing room.
I roll my eyes. "We don't kill. Hunters and Minutemen do that."
Loki cocks his head at me. "And what do you do exactly?"
I cross my arms across my chest. "I'm a agent in training."
Loki laughs and shakes his head. "Father like daughter." He mutters.
"You're not big on trust, are you?" My fathers asks.
"Trust is for children," He spares a smug look. "And dogs."
