𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

7│RAGNARÖK BECOMES A POPULAR RESTAURANT OFFERING

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀᴏ̈ᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀ
ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢ ꒱


❝ YES, VERY SAD. ANWAY— ❞

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Loki sat on the bench outside a pair of double doors while Jimin stood across from him, her arms folded across her chest. Her face wore a stoic expression, giving nothing away about her inner thoughts. There were no other signs of impatience that he was used to seeing in mortals, either. No tapping of fingers or feet, no biting of nails or fiddling with hair. The Asian woman stood so still that she might have been made of waxwork.

It was a little unnerving, to say the least.

He truly had no idea what to make of her; from what he'd seen of her life in the projector room she was not on the weaker side of the human spectrum. She'd had her fair share of defeats and successes. As a god, he'd given mortals— especially Midgardians— very little thought. They were even more gullible than his own people, which was certainly saying something. He'd believed that they had been there for his amusement and had never to payed them any mind. (After all, why should he, when his single life spanned so many of their generations?)

The Asgardian was used to humans viewing his people— him, most recently— with respect that even bordered on fear and giving him the honor he was due. He wasn't entirely sure what to. . . do with this one, who that showed none of what he'd grown accustomed to. Perhaps it was because she was so— so opposite of him; she was full of order and discipline whereas he was made up of chaos and mischief and they were destined to repel each other.

Mobius reappeared then, drawing him from his thoughts, and made a gesture for them to follow him. Loki scrambled to his feet and raced after the man while Jimin followed more sedately. "You're probably wondering what happened out there on the mission," he began. "That was your first lesson in catching a Loki— expect the expected. You see, half the fun of being a trickster is knowing everyone knows you're a trickster and then, many of your tricks can come from exploiting the fact that you know that they know—"

"Okay, just shut up!" Mobius snapped. "Please. What happened to the guy I met on the elevator, who didn't like to talk? Remember him? You should take a leaf out of Agent Hui's book because she's not the one that won't stop yacking away about what makes a Loki tick!"

"What? Isn't that precisely why I'm here?" the god asked.

"No. I don't care what makes you tick. You're here to help me catch the superior version of yourself, that's it!"

"Hang on, I'm not sure 'superior' is actually quite the right word."

"See? There it is— right there. I believed, stupidly, that insecure need for validation would motivate you to find the killer. Not 'cause you care about the T.V.A. mission or being a hero, but because you know this Variant is better than you and you-can't-take-it," he added the last words in a mocking, sing-song sort of voice.

They stopped in front of the elevator as Loki gave him a fake smile. "Very nice. I mean, it's adorable that you think you could possibly manipulate me." He stepped forward and condescendingly fixed the man's tie. "I'm ten steps ahead of you, I've been playing a game of my own all along."

"What, charm your way in front of the Time-Keepers, hustle them and seize control of the T.V.A.? Am I getting warm? A double cross by history's most reliable liar."