Two hearts beat as one

Chapter 8

Lokius C8

Mobius wiped his tired eyes, there were piles of paperwork in front of him. Every single ragnarok style event in the whole of time. None were calling out to him as a location Loki could be hiding in. He had lost another variant. Taking another swig of whisky, he turned over the next stack of papers.

Asgard.

Hadn't Loki expressed an interest to go back there when he had first started talking about Ragnarok's? It was worth a try.  Mobius dragged his aching body to his feet, to stumble off towards the portal when Hunter B15 entered the office without knocking. 'Renslayer wants to see you about the variants.'

'Renslayer can want.' Mobius replied, 'I am busy.'

'Of course, trying to find the monsters that you lost.'

'If you had left Loki with me, this would not have happened. I know how to handle him, you do not.'

'Why, because I don't fuck him?' Hunter asked.

'That is nothing to do with this mission.'

'Did you?'

'No, I did not.'

'But you wanted to.'

'That is not your concern.'

'It is if it goes against the mission, you know 'her' orders.'

'She will complete the mission regardless of Loki living or dying. I am trying to stop us loosing an asset.'

'An asset? To your bed perhaps.'

Mobius sent her a glare that silenced her, 'If you do not mind, I have two variants to locate.'

'Yeah sure, locate.' B15 rolled her eyes.

Mobius glared at her, but couldn't bring himself to continue the insults. He had better things to do. He loaded up Asgard and stepped through the portal.

The scene was set, Fenrir was attacking the Asgardian's, Hela attacking anything that moved. Thor and some girl were trying to defend their people. It all looked pretty desperate. Until a ship started descending from the mist, a deep voice coming over the city. 'Your Saviour is here!'

Mobius couldn't help chuckling to himself, just like a Loki. Overly dramatic. If his variant was here, it wouldn't be in this battle, it would be hidden away somewhere quieter. Mobius slipped away into the chambers, dodging stones and crumbling walls. The jail was destroyed, the prisoners fleeing for their lives. He recognised the set up from Loki's tapes, pausing in front of what had once been Loki's cell. He found himself wondering if he could have done more if he had been here when Loki was locked up. If he could have stopped Loki becoming as screwed up as he did, but it was too late. He hadn't even been able to control the earlier variant form.

Mobius stopped when he reached the vault, The Destroyer came out of the wall moving off towards Hela without even pausing. There was the vault, all of Odin's treasures. The tesseract that Loki loved so much. He almost picked it up, not that he could use its power. He was distracted by Loki running into the room. Looking all grimy and battle worn. 'Hello, Loki.'

Loki paused looking at him, 'I don't believe I have had the pleasure.'

Mobius nodded, 'No you have had no requirement to meet a TVA on this part of the sacred timeline.'

'Sacred timeline?' Loki queried, he pulled out a pair of knives.

Mobius held up his hands, 'I am not here to fight you.'

Loki glared, 'Well, I am a little busy trying to destroy all of Asgard, if you don't mind.'

'Of course, don't let me get in your way.'

Loki shook his head confused, grabbing Sulter's crown before throwing it into the sacred flame. 'Rise.' He murmured, pausing to grab the tesseract on his way. 'If you stay here, you will die. I suggest you find somewhere else to pilfer from than Odin's crypt.'

'I will, be safe.'

Loki paused, 'Why would you wish a stranger safety?'

'Perhaps where I come from, we are not strangers.'

'Look for me after the battle, I will make it worth your time.' Loki promised.

Mobius's tempad started bleeping like crazy. He pulled it out watching the largest spike he had ever seen. 'I have to go, I'm sorry.'

'Shame, we could have had some fun together.' Loki commented, he rushed off up the stairs as Mobius dropped through the portal back to the TVA.

'What the hell is going on?' He demanded, 'Has someone bombed the sacred timeline again?'