𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

15) Understand Me.

Loki sat down. He hadn't bothered to get up.

"You." Sif said for probably the twentieth time. "You conniving, craven, pathetic worm."

"Sif please. Please, please, no more. Please, I beg you." Loki said with a sigh. "I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am."

He turned himself around slowly and sat on his knees, looking up at Sif. His tone was painfully sorrow as he spoke.

"I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny."

He looked at her like a puppy would look at an owner when he did something wrong that he knew he'd be punished for.

"And it's not."

Sif looked down at him with a glare, unappreciative of his manner.

"Uh. I crave attention..." Loki gave a small sigh. "Because I'm.. I'm a, I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared of being alone."

He looked at her with apologetic eyes and Sif sighed. She held out her hand to help him up.

Loki looked at it for a moment, then took her hand and pulled himself up. When he went to let go of her though, she gripped his arm tighter and brought him closer to her face.

"You are alone." She stated. "And you always will be."

She pushed his hand off of hers and marched off, leaving Loki in a stated of pained acceptance that he didn't deserve whatever Wanda or Sylvie gave to him. He would just be in this endless loop forever. He deserved to be alone, being abused and told he deserved nothing for the rest of his days here.

Then Mobius walked in through the entrance that Sif usually came in from.

"Okay, Loki."

Loki turned his head to Mobius, unsure if this was real or not or if his imagination was the only thing left going for him.

"You ready to talk?"

A red door portal spawned and Mobius walked through it, glancing at Loki to join him as he did.

Loki hesitated, but figured whatever he was about to be put through couldn't be worse that Sif kneeing him in the groin every few seconds.

He walked in and arrived back in the room that he'd first been in, only this time, Wanda was here.

She looked at him with pity and he had to move his gaze away from her eyes.

"Fancy technology." He commented as he sat down on the left side of the table.

Mobius was on the right and Wanda was in the middle.

"Threatening interrogation tactics. Seems the three of us are in a loop of our own." He said, looking at Mobius.

He could feel Wanda's eyes on him but he couldn't bring himself to meet them.

"Well, there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then." Mobius replied.

"Certainly has."

"Okay, the two of you said the TVA is lying to me. Go ahead. Or is that just a faulty plan that you came up with last minute in case you were seperated?"

"Let us out of this place, stop beating me up, and I'll tell you." Loki replied, crossing his arms.

"Even if it was a faulty plan, apparently it worked since we're not seperated anymore." Wanda said, glaring at Mobius.

"So it was the faulty plan. Got it."

Mobius jotted something down on a sheet of paper.

"How long have the two of you been working for the Variant?"