𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

5│WE BUY CHEESEBURGERS FROM A GODDESS

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴡᴇ ʙᴜʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsᴇʙᴜʀɢᴇʀs
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ꒱　


❝ ALL THIS UNIVERSE-SAVING
BUSINESS MAKING YOU
MISS YOUR DAILY GOSSIP
MAGAZINE INTAKE? ❞

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The last place they expected Sylvie— a former goddess of Asgard and someone who has lived at the end of a hundred worlds— was to settle in Broxton, Oklahoma in 1982. It was even quieter and less interesting than London had been, which had already been an unlikely place to find the missing goddess. Grassy fields stretched for miles underneath a bright blue, cloudless sky. A small line of trees bordered the nearby plains, but they were pretty much the tallest things around except for the McDonald's sign above their heads. The attached restaurant was a few feet away, but was otherwise the only building in the area, surrounded by a parking lot half-filled with cars.

It was almost. . . odd being in a place so normal after so many strange things had happened to her. Jimin could remember the last time she'd eaten fast food like it was yesterday— she'd never been much of a cook so she often grabbed dinner to-go after work when she wasn't on a field mission. As it happened, the last time she'd eaten out was the night before Loki had attacked New York. She frowned as she looked around, wondering if Brad was just playing for time.

Mobius clearly shared her concerns because he warned the other man in a low voice: "Brad, I'm telling you right now, if you're wasting our time, you're going right back in the Gizmo."

"Would you like getting scrunched up in the cube?" Loki added.

"Hey, hey, hey! Okay. All right," X-5 quickly jumped to his own defense. He put a guiding hand on each man's back to push them towards the restaurant. "Look, she's in there, all right? She's in there. So, why don't you guys just head on in and remember that I'm the one who brought you here, and a deal's a deal. All right? So, you go ahead, I'm gonna head on back."

Jimin quickly slid in front of the brunet to cut of his retreat, pinning him with a stern expression that would have made a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent of lesser rank quake in their boots. "I don't think so, Brad. We're all in this together; you're our collateral if this goes south."

"She's right," the gray-haired man agreed. "You'll be staying here awhile with us. Why don't you just settle down? Your jumpiness is making me nervous."

"I'm not jumpy. I'm not nervous."

The Asian woman raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his obvious lie. In a falsely concerned tone, she observed, "y'know, Bradley, it seems like your acting is going by the wayside. After just a few hours away from Hollywood your skills are getting rusty?" She let out a disapproving tsk. "That probably won't be good for business once you go back."

"Exactly," the Hunter said, desperation creeping into his tone. "I have to go back as soon as I can. You promised my old life wouldn't be affected—"

"And it won't be," Mobius told him soothingly. Then, he paid his coworker no further attention as the trio turned to face the building. "What do you think?"

"It's unlikely," the brunette commented. "But then again, apocalypses are overrated. Maybe she wanted peace and quiet in her retirement."

"If she's here, I have to find out what she knows," Loki put in. "I'll do the talking. Be ready."

They entered the building, which immediately made Jimin's eyes hurt by the explosion of orange and yellow. Literally everything from the floor to the ceiling was in varying shades of those two colors, including the employees' uniforms. She grimaced at the brightness of it all. "Well, the '80s definitely weren't known for their diverse color palettes."