𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

10│THE UNBEARABLE TRAGEDY OF GETTING EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʙᴇᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ
ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ᴏғ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꒱　


❝ THOSE SOUND LIKE
MADE-UP NAMES ❞

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2010
WASHINGTON, D.C., MARYLAND

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 ᵇʳᵃᶰᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˡᶤᶰᵉ

When Jimin had thought that she'd been about to die, she had wished for a normal life, one free from the trials of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. In all of its ironic glory, the Timeline— God, Fate, whoever was in charge— saw it fit to give her exactly that.

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Her eyes were still closed when she realized that she was gaining consciousness. At first, she thought that she was dead: Jimin was floating in blackness, comfortable, safe and warm. There was no pain, no fear, just complete, enveloping peace. And that was when she figured out something was wrong.

Bright light hit her eyes when she opened them, causing her to squint against the glare. For a moment, she thought she was back at the T.V.A. right when the Loom had exploded. But no— there was no groaning noise, no creaking of metal-on-metal, no chaos— She sat up abruptly, the covers falling into her lap as she looked around the room. "Loki?"

Of course there was no response, but she began to pick out the details of where she was. The softness beneath her was a mattress, the sheets tangled around her legs. The brightness was the sun streaming in through the nearby window, illuminating the room in a soft, golden glow. She could hear birds chirping outside and the distant rumble of traffic. Everything was entirely, perfectly normal. She couldn't believe it; it seemed too good to be true— which only made her more suspicious.

Jimin placed a hand down on the bed to help steady herself, but startled when it landed on something warm. Her breath caught in her throat as she tentatively looked towards the place beside her, half-expecting to see raven curls spread out on the adjacent pillow. (She definitely wasn't disappointed when they weren't. No, not at all.) Instead, she saw honey-blonde strands poking out just above the sheet.

Holding her breath, she peeled back the covers to reveal achingly familiar features— an oval face, lips pulled into a pout, even in sleep, a gently sloping nose— Katrina. How?

"Am I dreaming?" the Asian woman murmured, hardly able to accept what she was seeing.

Then, beautiful green eyes opened and a small smile appeared on the woman's face. "Well, isn't that a nice way to wake up?"

Her voice was just as soft and caring as in Jimin's memory, and she could've started crying right then and there— but she was still wary. "I don't— I don't understand," she began, her words cracking slightly. "I— you— I'm not supposed to be here."

Katrina frowned in confusion. "What do you mean? You didn't forget to put an appointment on the calendar again, did you?"

"What? No, of course not— and that was one time," the brunette defended herself. "I just. . . the T.V.A., Loki—"

"Loki?" her girlfriend repeat. "Like, the Norse god?"

"Yeah. He's not here, is he?"

The other woman stared at her as if she were crazy. "He's just a myth, Jimmy." Then, her expression softened. "Did you have another nightmare?"