𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 ¹ (moon knight x reader)

7 - ACQUAINTANCE

"Seth." Khonshu confirmed.
"(Y/N)?" Marc questioned.

"Yeah. Although I got to say, I was a little surprised when Seth told me about you, Marc. The little American man living inside Steven, who's also the avatar for Khonshu? Pretty good story to tell the grandkids if you ask me." I stated, not breaking eye contact, but loosening my grip on my dagger.

"So you knew about me the entire time? Even when you were out with Steven, you fucking knew about me?" Marc questioned me incredulously, sitting up from the position I had locked him in not too long ago.

"No, actually. Seth only decided to tell me right before he wanted me to collect the scarab, but never mentioned who was in possession of it. At first, I thought you worked for Harrow actually. If I had known you didn't and it was just the bastard pigeon behind you, then I wouldn't have been so... rough?" I confessed, staring at poor Steven's broken bookshelf.

"So, Khonshu and Seth are familiar with each other I'm guessing."

"I was thinking the same thing, actually."

"Acquaintances. Merely." Khonshu remarked, sending dirty looks towards Seth, who stood towering behind me.

"Well that's no way to treat an old friend now is it Khonshu." Seth chuckled, not even needing to take more than 3 steps to pass you and Marc to come face to face with his 'acquaintance'.

"You almost had me put in stone, Seth. Multiple times!"

"Haven't we all? And besides, you're acting childish. It was millennia ago. Don't you think it's time to get over it? And don't act like you haven't missed me, you old bird."

"I was perfectly happy without you, actually. It's not like your of any importance to me, Seth." Khonshu scoffed, though Seth knew he was lying through his beak.

"You seeing this too?" Marc asked, the two of you now stood up, watching the two Gods converse and were now baffled by this intensely strange interaction.

"No yeah, I'm seeing this. It's like watching the start of a bad porno."

"WHAT?"

"My avatar, how dare you use such vulgarity?" Seth and Khonshu replied, extremely offended.

"Well you two are acting like a pair of divorcees. Khonshu, build a fucking bridge and get over it. Seth, for the love of god, stop tormenting your own friend." I scolded them both, rolling my eyes as Marc  watched me intently.

"Fine."
"Whatever."

"So you aren't one of Ammit's followers?" I asked Marc, feeling relieved that this wasn't the case.

"Of course I'm not. Are you?" He questioned back, to which I deadpanned him.

"Seth wanted me to get the scarab to protect it, and in the case of an emergency, have to destroy it. Ammit can't be resurrected, I'm sure you know that."

In a matter of seconds, Marc's demeanour changed.

"So, let me get this straight yeah. You knew about Marc and Khonshu the whole time? And our friendship was all a lie?" The english man spoke, feeling a little disheartened.

Friendship.
How fun.

"No, Steven. I only found out about them not long ago. Last week. Nothing was a lie." I reaffirmed. Well, that was a slight exaggeration, but Steven didn't need to know that.

"So then, Marc's protecting the scarab from Harrow, you were trying to find the scarab to do the same thing. We're all on the same page here, people."

I looked back to Seth, who was already gossiping with Khonshu about the other Gods. Predictable.

"Yeah, I guess we are. I'm also guessing that means we're all going to have to work together." I didn't see a problem in working with Steven and Khonshu, it was just something about Marc. He seemed, different. Dangerous. I didn't trust him, even if we were working for the same thing. He was deeply troubled, I knew that for a fact. Maybe that's why I didn't trust him. I could see too much of myself in him, and that scared the goddamn shit of me.

"You guessed correct."