2012. The Battle of New York. Rewritten accidentally by Tony Stark after a time-travel study conducted by Loki, Strange, and Y/n. And now the couple find themselves rewritten, stuck in their place of selfishness and pained vulnerability, all in a ne...
A/n: Hello everybody! Today is August 9, 2021. I'm honestly so grateful to be back in school, though it looks a little different now. Definitely learning to not take things for granted anymore, and I think it's a good lesson to learn.
The sound of a gavel banging summons Y/n and Loki into a large court room, where they are shoved onto a platform in front of a highly elevated desk, with a woman sitting at it in front of three huge scultptures of the space lizards.
"Next case please," she says. The plaque in front of her reads "Judge Renslayer".
"Laufeyson. Variant L1130, AKA Loki Laufeyson and Featherwinedottir. Variant L1131, AKA Y/n Featherwinedottir. Joint variation. Seems they do everything together, even ," B-15 says.
"It's Friggason, for your information," Y/n snarks.
"How do you plead?" Judge Renslayer sighs, seemingly bored.
"Madame, a god doesn't plea. Not to anyone other than me," Y/n says with a pleasant smile and a chuckle.
"This has been a very enjoyable pantomime, but I'd like to go home now," Loki says calmly.
"Are you guilty or not?" Judge Renslayer asks, irritated.
"Guilty of being of being the God of Mischief and his villian? Yes. Guilty of finding all this incredibly tedious? Yes. Guilty of a crime against the Sacred Timeline? Absolutely not, you have the wrong people," Y/n sidles pleasantly.
"Oh, really? And who should we have?" Judge Renslayer asks, folding her hands on the desk tightly.
"I suspect, the Avengers. We came into possession of the Tesseract because they seemingly travelled through time, no doubt in a last-ditch effort to stave off our ascent to God-Rulers," Loki explains.
"That's quite an accusation," Judge Renslayer state sarcastically.
"Oh, believe me, you could smell the cologne of two Tony Stark's," Y/n snorts.
"Perhaps you could provide us with a taskforce and resources, and we could return and eliminate them for you," Loki suggests airly.
"We're not here to talk about the Avengers?" Judge Renslayer sighs again, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, no?"
"No. What they did was supposed to happen. You two escaping was not."
Y/n laughs. "Right, uh... 'not supposed to happen'? According to whom?"
"The Timekeepers?" Judge Renslayer states obviously, gesturing to the statues.
"Oh, the Timekeepers, right," Loki says, pursing his lips. "Well, perhaps I should speak to these Timekeepers, gods to gods."
"I'm sorry, but they're quite busy."
"Oh, they are? What are they doing?" Y/n presses.
"Dictating the proper flow of time."
"I see. Right. And then what do you do?"
"Dictate the proper flow of time according to their dictations-how. do. you. plead?"
"Guilty," Loki begins, stretching his arms out while Y/n watches. "Of this." He tenses his arms, the veins popping out as Y/n, and everyone else in the room watches with humor on their faces.
"What's going on?" Someone murmurs.
"Hang on. Everyone quiet," he grits.
"He's trying to use his powers, ma'am," B-15 chuckles.
"Don't rush me," Loki grunts. "Damn it, why won't it work?!" He roars, slamming the railing of the platform.
"Magic powers? They're no good in the TVA, Mr. Laufeyon. The court finds you guilty and I hereby order you to two to be reset," Judge Renslayer concludes, banging the gavel. "Next case please!"
The warriors grab Y/n and Loki again, pulling them towards another exit to the right of the desk. "'Reset'? What does that mean? What, is it bad? What does it mean?" Y/n asks frantically, struggling against the guards.
"Hey! You ridiculous bureaucrats will not dicate how our story ends!" Loki shouts, throwing his weight between the guards.
"It's not your story, Mr. Laufeyson. It never was," Judge Renslayer sighs.
"You have no idea what we're capable of!" Y/n shouts, glaring at the judge.
"I-I think I do," a silver-haired man says from the back of the courtroom.
"Approach the bench."
He does, walking towards it and flashing the judge a soft smile. They whisper at each other while Loki and Y/n glance at each other, then the man approaches them.
"And who are you?" Loki asks, cocking his head.
\--/
"I'm gonna burn this place to the ground," Y/n threatens, swinging her arms as she walks beside Loki, who walks beside the man.
"I'll show you where my desk is, you can start there!" The man jokes. "Have a look," he says, turning the corner. Y/n and Loki round it, looking over the railing of the type of balcony to find an infinite metropolis, filled with floating buildings, zooming transports high above any road, and structures supported by loud statues of the Timekeepers.
"I thought you said there was no magic here," Loki states.
"There isn't," he shrugs, beginning to walk away again.
"That's not real," Loki says, jabbing a finger at the view.
"It is, and unfortunately, so is all the paperwork," the man sighs before snapping his fingers at Y/n. "Good tinder for your fire, though. Come on."
He guides them into an elevator where they all stand side by side. "I'm Agent Mobius, by the way," the newly named Mobiues says, offering his hand out.
Y/n and Loki promptly ignore it. "Are you taking us somehwere to kill us?" She asks.
"No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you somewhere to talk," Mobius explains.
"I don't like to talk," Loki insists.
Y/n and Mobius both snort. "But you do like to lie, which you just did," he says.
"Because we all know you love to talk. Talkie-talkie," he mocks, much to Y/n and Loki's settling disapproval.
"How long have you been here?" Y/n asks.
Mobius sighs. "I don't know. It's hard to say, time passes differently here at the TVA."
"What does that mean?"
"You'll catch up."
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