Beyla ~ (Loki)

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The savior leads us out of the room, into an elevator, and down to another floor. Loki huffs as we walk. I grab his hand with a smile hoping to calm him. "I'm gonna burn this place to the ground." It did not work. "Loki, stop." Our newfound friend laughs, "No, no, I'll show you where my desk is, you can start there." We come to a large opening overviewing the city... or whatever this place is.

"Home sweet home." I watch objects fly and corridors move on their own. "I thought there was no magic here."

"There isn't."
Loki scoffs, "That's not real."

"It is, and, unfortunately, so is all the paperwork. Good for your fire, though. Come on." "This place is a nightmare." Our friend shakes his head, "That's another department. Now that department I'll help you burn down." He leads us to a room opening the door with a smile. I stare at the entrance, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill us?" He looks at me with amazement. "No, no. We're just going to talk."

Loki grabs my hand leading us in. He pulls out my chair for me. Taking the one to my right. "I'm Agent Mobius, by the way." He sits across from us. Loki sits there with his arms crossed, "I don't like to talk." Mobius smiles, "But you do like to lie, which you just did. Because we all know you love to talk." Mobius brings his hand up portraying someone speaking, "Talkie-talkie." Loki narrows his eyes, "How long have you been here?"

He leans back in his chair, "I don't know. It's hard to say, time passes differently here in the TVA." I furrow my brow, "What does that mean?" Mobius searches his mind for a reason but can't find a valid one.

"So, you're part of the TVA's courageous and dedicated workforce?"

"Yes."

"You were created by the Time-Keepers."

"Yep."

"To protect the Sacred Timeline."

"Correct."

Loki starts laughing making me hit his arm. "What?" Mobius smirks, "Is that funny?" "The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards, yes, it's funny. It's absurd." I place my hand on his chest, "It's not. We respect it." "We respect nothing here!" Loki looks me over in shock, "Who even are you? You're telling me you're okay with this?"

Mobius smiles at Loki, "I thought you didn't like to talk."

Loki looks around the room, "For the record, this really does feel like a killing-me kind of a room." I nod in agreement, "Yes, very dark. Not a lot of places to hide."

"You. I like you." Mobius points to me "But you, Loki, not big on trust, are you?" He scoffs, "Trust is for children and dogs. I trust Beyla... and that even at times." I shrug knowing the truth. "Only about 95%."

"So if the TVA truly oversees all of time, how have I never heard of you until now? There have had to be instances where we broke the rules before."

"Cause you've never needed to. You've both always lived within your set path." Loki fires up, "I live within whatever path I choose." "Sure you do."

"Mobius, what do you want from us?" "Well, let's start with a little cooperation." I look at Loki beggingly. "No, not my forte."

"Really? Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?" Loki rolls his eyes, "You don't know anything about me." Mobius shrugs, becoming relaxed. "Maybe I'd like to learn. I'm sure Beyla would be a little cooperative here." After silence Mobius starts again, "I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous Variants." Loki twists in his chair, almost proud, he questions, "Like myself?" Mobius takes a second, "Mmm... No, particularly dangerous Variants. You're just a little pussycat. I got a set of questions for you. You answer them honestly, and then maybe I can give you something you want. You wanna get out of here, right?" Loki nods, "Yeah, so we'll start there. Should you return, what are you gonna do?"