𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

16│FLYING PURPLE PEOPLE-EATER

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ꒱


❝ JUST BECAUSE IT'S
BAD MEANS IT'S BAD ❞

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The sea of Lokis turned to greet her, their variations as similar and distinct as her own had been. Jesus Christ. One was bad enough. Speaking of which—

"Jimin!"

A part of her realized that this was the first time he'd used her real name, but most of her attention was taken by the collision of force as his arms wrapped around her. She stiffened at the touch, unused to the contact. Still, she could tell it was her version of Loki.

She didn't respond to the embrace and wiggled out of it as quickly as she could, instead choosing to glare angrily at him. "Do you know how much trouble I went through for you, you stupid ass? Good God this has been a trial and a half—"

The Asian woman continued to grumble about the inconvenience of trying to find him while the Asgardian could only stare at her in half amazement and half awe. He'd never been so happy to see someone that wasn't him.

"And now I've found more than enough Lokis to last me a lifetime. 주님 (Junim) [Lord] I don't get paid enough for this—"

"We don't get paid," the god interrupted her, though the faint smile indicated he didn't truly mind.

Before Jimin could say anything else, a prehistoric screech echoes through the room and Loki's eyes went to the bird. "What is that?"

"Oh," she said airily. "Me, but as a crane."

"Huh," he replied eloquently. "I'm an alligator."

The pair looked at each other for a moment. And then, for no distinct reason except because of the absurdity of it all, they burst out laughing. Jimin's was rusty and unused, the sound hoarse and rough. Loki's was smoother, more refined and to be expected from someone who was once— or perhaps still was— royalty.

"Perhaps we're owed an explanation," a male voice spoke up from the crowd. "Are you one of us?"

The brunette's laughter subsided as she faced the speaker (she wasn't impressed by his presidential accessories.) "Hell no," she answered vehemently. "That would be awful. I'm. . . an—"

"A friend," Loki finished.

She would have used acquaintance. "More importantly, can we go back to my first question? What the hell is going on here?"

She should've known better to ask that since she knew Loki was a visual explainer. An alligator— she assumed it was the one Loki had mentioned— jumped into action, most likely going back to his original activity, which was promptly biting the hand off President Loki.

The teen next to her watched the room with wide eyes as the warnings that came from Byong finally making sense as the crowd descended back into its original chaos.

Before they could get in harm's way, an older Loki summoned an emerald portal and disappeared through it with the younger version of the god carrying the alligator. Her teen self picked up the crane and followed them. Jimin and the original Loki exchanged a look before they took up the rear.

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The man in the gold horns cursed as the group emerged from the portal. ". . .we cut the throat of every person who trusts us and for what? Power. Glorious power. Glorious purpose!"