treason | loki laufeyson ✓

iv. talk { pt.2 }

Loki stares at the screen for a few seconds before turning his head with a scoff, glaring at the circular table were sitting at, "What is this."

"A sampling of your greatest hits, if I may." I respond, gesturing towards the screen as Mobius presses play, the image of New York forming into one of the Avengers all huddled together, staring us down. Loki scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as his own voice echos around the room. Mobius leans in closer to the screen, taking a sip of his Josta as he watches Loki's life like a movie.

"If it's all the same to you," Loki—or past Loki, if you will—appears on the screen, looking up at the Avengers in a position of defeat, "I'll have that drink now."

Mobius looks at the Loki in front of us, offering up his Josta, to which Loki quickly declines, "And I remember. I was there. Anything else?"

"It's funny, for someone born to rule, you sure do lose a lot." I comment, watching Loki's reaction from the corner of my eye, "You might even say it's in your nature."

Loki clenches his jaw, removing his glare from the screen to me, "You know, things didn't turn of so well for the last person who said that to me."

"Oh, yeah!" I shrug, pointing to the screen. "Phil Coulson, right?"

Phil appears on the screen with a large gun in his hands, although he soon drops to the floor as the tip of Loki's weapon is seen going straight through his chest. The next scene is of Phil sliding down the wall and onto the floor, dying.

Mobius shakes his head as he watches the scene play out, turning to Loki, "Didn't the Avengers come together to literally avenge him by defeating you?"

Loki, shrugs, unbothered, "Little solace to a dead man."

"Do you enjoy hurting people?" Mobius questions as the screen changes from Phil to the Attack on New York, a laser beam shooting straight through buildings and roads, setting everything in its path on fire, "Making them feel small? Making them feel afraid?"

I glance at Loki, who isn't looking at anything but his own lap, avoiding eye contact. "You're games don't frighten me." He states, suddenly snapping his attention to Mobius.

"Making them feel little?"

"I know what I am." Loki claims, to which Mobius scoffs.

"A murderer?"

"A liberator." Loki corrects Mobius.

"Of eyeballs, maybe."

The screen changes to Loki forcefully pushing a weapon into a mans eye. I hide my own from the gore, hardly being able to watch the poor mans wriggling. The screen moves from the man to Loki's smug face as he looks around at the frightened people, obviously pleased with himself.

"Look at that smile. You are enjoying that!" Mobius accuses, shaking his head in disbelief, "Did you enjoy hurting them?" He points to the screen filled with petrified screams to further prove his point.

"I don't have to play this game, I'm a god."

I lean on the table, tilting my head at Loki with furrowed brows, "Of what, again? Mischief, right? Yeah, I don't see anything very mischievous about this."

Mobius pauses the tape on a woman's terrified face as Loki responds to me, furrowing his eyebrows, "No, I don't suppose you do."

Mobius sighs, changing the subject, "Let's talk about your escapes. You're really good at doing awful things, and then just getting away."

Loki smirks, proud of himself, "What can I say? I'm a mischievous scamp."

"This is one of my favorites." Mobius comments, reaching out to press the play button once again. A flight attendant in orange attire holding a tray with items on it appears on the screen, her lips graced with a smile as she carefully walks down the isle.

"Bourbon and Soda?" She stops in front of a young, handsome man wearing a crisp suit, his black hair styled to perfection. I glance at our current Loki, taken aback that these were exactly the same person. They seemed so different to the naked eye.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" She asks as she begins setting his items down for him. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a slip of paper.

"I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" Loki hands the paper to the flight attendant, to which she smiles, clearly charmed by his phony personality. She begins to walk away, but he stops here before she can get any further.

"Uh, Miss?"

"Yes, Mr. Cooper?"

"You might wanna take a look at that note."

Her smile falters as she leans back, a little confused.

"I have a bomb." He states rather straightforwardly with an unbothered smile, patting the case to the right of him. The woman's smile fades completely as she realizes what's going on.

The scene changes to the plane on a runway with a view outside the window, a police officer handing a bag to the same flight attendant Loki had informed about his bomb. Now wearing sunglasses, Loki watches this scene play out, leaning back in his seat with a smug smirk.

"I fail to see how this has any relevance or bearing on—"

Mobius hurriedly shushes Loki, practically on the edge of his seat as he leans in closer to the screen. "No, this is the good part!"

"Jesus, Mobius. You want some popcorn, too?"

"Quiet, Juniper!"

The flight attendant holds the bag filled with money out for Loki while he buckles himself into a parachute, turning to her when he was done. He looks down at the money with a grin, bringing his glasses down to wink at her, "See you again someday."

Loki turns around, holding the bag close, "Brother. Heimdall. You better be ready." He exits the main through a pair of curtains and into another part of the cabin.

The scene switches to the plane soaring through the clouds, with Loki jumping out of the plane and drifting through the sky before the Bifroast takes him away. His heist money was the only thing left behind.

"I can't believe you were D.B. Cooper." I mumble, shaking my head in disbelief.

"I was young and I lost a bet to Thor." Loki explains, rolling his eyes. "Where was the TVA when I was meddling with these affairs of men?"

"We were right there with you, just surfing that Sacred Timeline." I explain, gliding my hand through the air.

"Oh, so that had the Time-Keepers seal of approval, did it?"

"Well, I wouldn't think of it in terms of approval and disapproval. That's sort of a..." I wave my hand, dismissing his question, "Let's get back to escapes... and a little psychobabble. What is it you think that you're really running from?"

a/n - Ya'll, I'm so sorry, this chapter is SO LONG ;(