Glitch {LOKI}

chapter one

The great thing about being an employee for the TV, was that so many files crossed your desk, so many variants, and you never had to meet these people.

Freya was known as the 'Magic analyst', she was the case manager for witches, gods, and skilled varients - Avenger types. These were low-risk variants who had the potential to cause harm, but usually never did. This was why Mobius had called her in to help with his variant problem, Freya had read thousands of files on thousands of Lokis, thousands of Thors, and Wanda Maximoffs. But she'd never met them.

Until now.

She had returned to her desk after her short trip to the 16th century, and Mobius had gone to observe the variant's trial, Freya had then been called into Renslayer's office - oh joy.

"I want you involved in this,"

"In what?" Freya is sat on a red sofa, a glass of water in her hand, Renslayer raises an eyebrow

"In the search for Mobius' variant, he's decided to bring in your variant - that Loki, is your responsibility,"

"But-"

"You're his case manager,"

"So?" Freya almost whines "Just transfer them to Mobius,"

"Stop acting like a child," Renslayer sighs "Go, Mobius is in the theatre with the variant,"

So now she was standing outside the doors to where Mobius was most likely agitating Loki.

Freya slowly opens the door and can hear talking.

"You don't know anything about me," the variant spits

"Maybe I'd like to learn. I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous Variants,"

"Like myself?"

"No," Freya announces herself "That's my job,"

"What are you doing here?" Mobius complains

"Turns out mummy Renslayer doesn't trust you," she teases "he's now also my problem,"

"Sorry," Loki doesn't sound sorry "Who exactly are you,"

"This is Freya," Mobious gestures "A ray of sunshine,"

"Mhm," Freya smirks and moves further into the room, sitting on the chair next to Mobius, she cocks her head to the side "he deals with the 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?"

Obviously.

"Yeah, so we'll start there. Should you return, what are you gonna do?"

"Finish what I started,"

"Which is?"

"Claim my throne."

"You wanna be king?"

"I don't want to be, I was born to be."

"I know, but king of what exactly?"

As Loki and Mobius' ping pong game continues, Freya focuses on Loki's body language, she was a silent observer.

"You wouldn't understand,"

"Try me."

"Midgard."

"AKA Earth," Mobius mutters as he writes in the file "All right. Now you're the king of Midgard, then what? Happily ever after?"

"Asgard, the Nine Realms-"

"Space?"

"Space?" Both Loki and Freya ask, Mobius shrugs.