𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

8│JIMIN BECOMES AN UNLICENSED THERAPIST

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴ
ᴜɴʟɪᴄᴇɴsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ ꒱　


❝ AND HOW DOES
THAT MAKE YOU FEEL? ❞

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The Time Door opened in a random corridor of the T.V.A., which made Loki, Mobius and Jimin go on a quick search for where the Variant had gotten to. He was standing at the end of another hallway with B-15 as he took in the sights around him. He was still clutching his bag to his chest as if it were a security blanket, which Jimin could understand. It hadn't been that long ago when these changes had been happening to her and she could remember how off-putting they were— still are, really.

Timely held out his hands defensively at their approach. The slight tremor in his voice remained, even as he raised it to order them: "just stop!"

Both men held up their own hands appeasingly. Mobius tried to reassure him, "it's okay. It's all right."

"What do. . . What do you want with me?"

Loki stepped forward and even he couldn't hide the desperation on his face as time continued to slip through their fingers. "Come with us. . . and we'll show you."

Victor remained wary, adjusting the strap of the bag on his shoulder. "That didn't sound as reassuring as you hoped it would."

"Listen, Professor, I can only imagine what Renslayer and Miss Minutes have been saying about us, but it's not true." The analyst paused to add, "unless they said something good."

Jimin thought about their last encounter with Renslayer and made a face. "That's highly unlikely. How about this for reassurance? I used to hate him—"

She pointed at the Asgardian, who let out a quiet protest of, "hey!"

"—but now I don't," she continued, ignoring the interruption. "I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.; I know you don't know what that is, but we only— well, we try to work only for the good of the world. I wouldn't be in cahoots with these two if they're as bad as your other friends are saying they are. You don't have to trust us, but the fact is that we're running out of time and we need your help."

Although Victor seemed to listen to her words, he was prevented from replying immediately as he caught sight of the final member of their group: Sylvie had finished with Renslayer and had returned to the T.V.A. They couldn't blame him when he seemed to become a little more nervous as he greeted her, "oh, it's a party. Hello. The more the merrier. And you all want me. Ms. Ravonna wants me. The effervescent clock-lady monster thing wants me. I should have some say."

"I don't disagree," Mobius allowed.

However, they could not give him the luxury of choice; the groaning from outside grew louder so they could hear it in the heart of the T.V.A., not just in the control room. The lights flickered around them, taking a moment to become steady again. A woman's cool, automated voice spoke faintly over the speakers as she announced impending doom.

"Is that. . . my Loom?" the Variant asked hesitantly.

"Yes, that's your Loom," Loki replied. "And you're the only one who can help us fix it."

"Well, la-di-da."

✧✧✧

They made their way as fast as possible to where O.B. and Casey were working on the Throughput Multiplier, but they kept getting waylaid by a very inquisitive Timely. Every bend in the halls piqued his interest and he would turn down the corridor to see where it went, forcing them to keep him on track. Not for the first time, Loki guided the man back on the right path. "Here. This way."