His Villain||Book 2

Chapter 11

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is September 12, 2021. I've had Are You Satisfied by MARINA stuck in my head!! It's terrible but amazing. Ok, it's kinda giving me a headache now. Anyways, forget to tell you guys that I've talked to Kid Loki before?? HAHAHAHA

Y/n and Loki sigh, standing up and dusting themself off as they see Sylvie glaring at them. "Well, that's not ideal," Loki sighs.

"Give me the TemPad," they order, holding out their hand.

"All right. All right." Loki holds out his hand, conjuring a smashed TemPad.

"Okay. Well, we did take quite the tumble," Y/n pants.

"You assholes! You killed us," Sylvie screeches.

"Maybe we can fix it. Okay?" Loki offers with a little hint of guilt.

"You're not a serious man," Sylvie scoffs.

"You're right. I'm a god."

"You're a clown. You got drunk on the train."

"I'm hedonistic. That's what I do."

"I'm hedonistic! A lot more than you, I assure you. But never at the expense of the mission."

"Oh, the mission? The mission? What, your glorious purpose? Give me a break. You can't beat them," Loki stabs.

Sylvie huffs, glaring at Loki before spinning on their heel, and letting out a side-splitting scream, their hands glowing with magical rage before it explodes, the mountains around them shaking. Y/n watches Sylvie carefully, noticing patterns. She sits beside them, quietly looking into the meteor-scattered distance.

"Did the, uh, scream make you feel better?" Y/n asks.

"Yes, it did. You should try it sometime," Sylvie scoffs.

"I have. It does help, I know."

"What now?" Loki sighs.

"I don't know. You broke the TemPad. Well... And that planet is about to crash into us," Sylvie points out sarcastically.

"Well, yes, but..." Loki trails off with uncertainty.

"Yes, but what?" They ask, standing up.

"Well, the entire moon is destroyed, right?" Loki asks, beginning walking.

"Yeah."

"And everyone on it is killed. Including us."

"Yes, including us."

"What about the ark?"

"The ark never leaves because it's destroyed. Never had us on it. So what?" Sylvie scoffs, bored with his rhetorical questions. "We hijack the ark and make sure it gets off this moon?"

"I mean, sounds like a good idea to me," Loki mutters, much to Y/n's disapproval, who frowns at him.

He winces and shrugs, rolling up his shirt sleeves to show his strong forearms. "You know, I don't think I've ever walked this much in my life." ive got a thing for his hands/arms ok

"That's a pretty good life, your Highness," Sylvie laughs.

"Well, you're lucky you missed it." He pauses. "Here's an idea: what if you enchanted me and you could walk for both of us? Or I take a nap in my subconscious, and then you could just wake me when we arrive. Yeah?"

"Yeah, that's not how enchantment works," Y/n drones with an accusatory look. "We've studied Mother's books, you dingus!"

"All right, how does it work, darling? And...Sylvie."