𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

17│FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE!

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ,
ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ꒱


❝ YOU'RE STILL
AN ASS, THOUGH ❞

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Needing a break from the hers and Lokis, Jimin took refuge away from the abandoned and dilapidated shelter they'd found to spend the next few hours in, though she could still see the glow of the fire from her place on the crest of the hill. Sylvie had taken her own leave to go on a very careful walk (as to not attract the cloud's attention) and she didn't know what the original Loki was doing.

The brunette sat with her legs crossed and her back straight, her eyes closed against the wind that wound its way through the scraggly grass. All of the events from the past few days— weeks?— were both incredible and— and— well, she wasn't sure what, but not all of it was good, certainly. It was, however, a lot to process, especially for a simple 'mortal' as the Lokis would put it.

Truly, it all should've been impossible.

An organization that controlled time? Many variations of herself all in one place? A giant space cloud that ruled over the end of the world?

Somehow, though, it was all real— unless she was having a very vivid dream, which she didn't think was the case (she very rarely had any and she didn't sleep much, especially in the past few years.)

A throat cleared above her. Jimin sighed.

"Can I join you?"

She cracked open an eye. "I'm meditating."

There was a pause. ". . .so—?"

"Fine."

Loki sat down next to her. "Does that help?" He gestured to how she was sitting.

"If I do it in peace and quiet."

"I can—"

"I said it was fine, didn't I?"

Silence fell between them until she relaxed slightly, resting her hands in her lap instead of on her legs, though her posture nor position changed. "You know, you've been burdened with glorious purpose ever since we landed in that desert."

He turned to look at her, obviously confused. "What do you mean?"

Her tone was almost self-deprecating as she replied, "that's what my name means. Hui, glorious and Ji, purpose." She gave a slightly mocking laugh. "I'm sure my parents hoped I would live up to my name but they— at least, my father— has let me know how I've failed in every aspect."

Jimin was always serious so this was nothing new, but the openness with which she spoke was. He wasn't sure what to say in response but luckily she carried on, "I suppose since it's because we're facing certain death— now more than ever— and that we have time that I'm rethinking my life choices. My father always told me not to be a hero, that that's what got you killed. He was big on self-preservation."

"My father always said that we should never seek out war but to always be ready for it. I suppose mortals and gods aren't so different."

The Asian woman glanced over at him, a slightly exaggerated look of shock on her face. "It really must be the end of the world for you to admit that."

The Asgardian chuckled. "That's in bad taste," he told her lightly. "But after getting to know a mortal, I've found that they're not entirely awful." They were quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "it's a bit chilly."