𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

4│IT'S ME; HI, I'M THE PROBLEM, IT'S ME

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ; ʜɪ, ɪ'ᴍ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ, ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ ꒱　


❝ STOP TRYING TO BE A
HERO. YOU'RE A VILLAIN.
& YOU'RE GOOD AT IT.
DO THAT ❞

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Mobius stopped just before the door of the interrogation room to address them. "Okay, keep it simple. Where's Dox? Where's Sylvie? And what did he do to that TemPad? That's all we need to find out. Okay? But of course, Brad knows us, and he knows our tactics. But that's what makes for an interesting chess match. Okay, most of all, Brad's an asshole. So, don't let him get under your skin, all right? Okay? Loki? Jimin?"

"What?"

"This is what I do for a living," the brunette reminded them with a slight sneer to her tone.

The man waiting for them inside had taken a seat at the single stool in the room and he turned around at their entrance. His sarcastic words greeted them: "oh, welcome back. Why don't you go ahead and take this Time Collar off and start treating me like somebody who outranks you?"

"I don't work here," Loki replied.

"You couldn't pay me enough to work here," Jimin agreed.

"Oh, that's a good point. You should stop talking."

Mobius stepped forward and took ahold of the conversation to get it back on track. "Hey, what were you doing down there on the Sacred Timeline?"

"Making movies," X-5 said with a false smile.

B-15 was clearly done with his attitude. "Don't waste our time, X-5."

"It's Brad. Bradley," he corrected her.

Loki allowed him this and acknowledged his new name. "Right, Brad. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? What did you do to this TemPad?"

He pulled it out of an inside coat pocket to show it to the other man, who glanced over at his coworker. Mobius encouraged him, "answer the question."

"It blocks your trackers."

Jimin crossed her arms and gave him an unamused stare. "No, it doesn't."

"Yeah, no shit."

"What is it designed for, X-5?" his fellow Hunter asked.

"It's Brad," he repeated. "Under whose authority are you holding me here? Looking around, I do not see anyone ranking high enough to make that call."

"I don't need approval to detain a hunter that abandoned his post," B-15 spoke sternly.

Her response made him chuckle, though it lacked any humor. "Oh, that's good. That's good. But weren't you the one blabbering on and on about how we all had lives on the timeline? Well, I went down and got my life. What exactly are you mad at me about?"

"There are lives at stake," the god informed him.

"'There are lives at stake?'" Brad echoed sarcastically. "Oh, you've got some nerve. 'There are lives at stake.' Everyone here knows what you're doing, you know? You're just trying to make up for all the terrible, awful shit you've done in your life, you pathetic little man."

At Loki's sharp intake of breath, Mobius cut in to try and ease the tension. "Okay, that's enough."

The dark-haired man waved him off. "No, no, Mobius. No, it's. . . It's riveting. Keep going. I want to hear more."