𝘔𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 [𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘶𝘴]

So, What Are We Gonna Do?

Mobius POV

It hit me like a truck, and after Tommy had said that about why Sylvie had called us back early from our vacation.

Well, I nearly bolted out of the room.

Tommy put his arm out in front of me, stopping me effectively. I looked up at him, after he stuck his arm out, (in America we call it clothes lining, idk about other places tho) I fell, and hard.

My back still hurt after standing up and sitting down on the couch in my office. I looked at him, I could sense the look of desperation on my face.

"Look, it'll be okay, Sylvie loves Loki too, maybe not as much, but still." Tommy said, trying to help me out somewhat.

Emotions were swirling through my head, nothing made sense, why would Loki leaving cause this. Then it clicked. He was important there. He had a job, but yet no one care if he did it. But the fricking timeline still did.

Honestly, who was gonna tell that thing to shut the fuck up?

Like, who was it to tell me I couldn't be happy.

That's when I realized, it was everything. After all, yeah I worked for Sylvie. But she worked for the timeline. I worked for the one thing that was going to tear us apart.

It was gonna tear me apart. Oh God, I hate my fucking life.

Like why did it have to be so complicated? Why did emotions have to exist, and why did when you got them just right and liked them, they betrayed you once more?

Like what was life, and love (baby don't hurt me, no more) and why did it have to be so complicated.

I hadn't noticed that Tommy was talking, trying to calm me down probably. But I wasn't paying attention. I was too caught up in my world of what would happen with me and Loki.

I always had been in a way. He was always in my head, I thought of him so much at first I thought it corrupted me. And it had for a while. But now I loved it, I loved him.

It still somewhat scared me honestly. I mean hell Loki was the god of mischief, what if this was his way of toying with me?

I tampered with the idea before. And honestly, I knew it was stupid. Loki was honest with me and I knew that, so why did I always feel like something would go wrong?

That's cause it would. And that's what it's doing right now. It's going wrong. Because I knew better than anyone knew that he couldn't be happy.

It was his fate as the God of mischief to always have something go wrong after it going so right. And that's what was happening.

Why did I have to fall in love with Loki of all people, or wait Gods?

A/N- Honestly, imagine having an actual writing schedule and not procrastinating doing stuff.

But like seriously I need a schedule but everything is so chaotic I swear I can't have one.