His Villain||Book 2

Chapter 1

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is August 8, 2021. The Lion's Gate Portal is peaking tonight in Sirius with a New Moon Leo Eclipse! Super powerful for manifestatations and reality shifters! I believe in all of you and am manifesting your success.

Y/n and Loki are spat out of the portal, sailing through the sky and approaching a sea of tan. Oh, it's sand. They hit it roughly, their cuffs breaking off from the impact. They sit up, groaning as they tear off their muzzles, discarding them.

"You ok?" Y/n asks, concerned as she checks his cuts.

"I'm fine. You?" Loki asks in response. She nods before they notice a group of people dressed in furs approaching them. They clamber to their feet and jump on a rock, attempting to assert dominance. "We are Loki and Y/n of Asgard, and we are burdened with glorious purpose!" He growls.

The woman of the group asks something in another language, eyebrows creasing in curiousity and concern. "I...?" Y/n begins, confused by their language, before a large glowing gold doorway appears, three people dressed in black protective armor walk through, all with different tracking devices and numbers printed on their gear.

"Never mind," Y/n mumbles to the fur-dressed group, the couple jumping off the rock to approach the other invaders. "Don't touch that!" She barks as they pick up the discarded Tesseract.

The main leader, a robust woman with ebony skin and short hair tucked under her helmet, pulls out a device and monitors something on the screen. "Appears to be a standard sequence violation. Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope," she says in a pompus voice.

The device scans Y/n and Loki, who watch with entitled glares. "Variants identified."

"Beg your pardon?" Loki scoffs.

"On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Hands up," the woman demands, grabbing a baton from her belt loop and bracing it against her arm, the tip glowing golden like the portal standing behind them. "You're coming with us."

"I'm sorry, who's 'us'?" Y/n asks with a little laugh, noticing "B-15" on the side of her helmet.

"Last chance, Variants," the woman says, tilting her head. 

Y/n laughs, chuckling while rubbing her nose. "It's been a very long day, and I think we've had our fill of armored idiots in suits telling us what to do, so, if you don't mind, this is actually your last chance." Her eyes darken as she tilts her chin down. "Now get out of our way."

B-15 runs up to her, kicking Loki in the groin and punching Y/n in the face, both moving at insanely slow speeds. "You are now both moving at 1/16th speed, but feeling all that pain in real time," she explains as she snaps collars around their necks. 

They snap out of their slowness and find themselves confined as the hunters grab them, moving towards the portal. They look over their shoulders to see a little glass jar shoved into the sand, a switch on it flicking to dispense purple gas. "Reset the timeline."

Y/n and Loki are shoved harshly through the portal and find themselves in a lobby of sorts, with a large circular desk in the middle with a few attendants, and identical portals places around the perimeter of the room. The ceiling is low, with dim lights placed around. They struggle against their holders, growling harshly at them.

"What is this place?" Y/n demands. She looks around to see a Skrull, and some type of Midgardian, or perhaps Asgardian, person yelling at another black-dressed warrior about his "entitlement" and "father on the board of Goldman Sachs".

"Come on," B-15 groans, lugging Y/n and Loki with her as she approaches the desk, slamming it in front of an intimidated man.

"Hello, ma'am, uh..."