𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ━ loki laufeyson

11│THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS: NOT WITH A BANG, BUT AS SPAGHETTI

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❛ ᴇᴡᴛʀᴛᴡ. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴇɴᴅs: ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ
ʙᴀɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs sᴘᴀɢʜᴇᴛᴛɪ ꒱　


❝ DOES THIS MEAN THAT YOU
REALLY GAVE BIRTH TO
A SIX-LEGGED HORSE? ❞

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2010
WASHINGTON, D.C., MARYLAND
2 MONTHS LATER

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ᵇʳᵃᶰᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˡᶤᶰᵉ

The Time Door warbled slightly as Loki stepped out of it onto one of the quieter D.C. streets. A row of townhomes stood before him, one being his particular focus. He stared at the brick-faced building with so much relief and longing that a passers-by might have thought he was Odysseus, returning home after many years away. They might have thought that the building was what he'd come to see, not the woman who lived inside— but it was the other way around.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his messy, dark hair. He straightened his jacket, making sure his collar lay flat against the coat so he wouldn't look stupid. Then, he stepped purposefully through the front gate and up the stairs. It took a minute for someone to open the door after he'd rung the bell.

During the wait, it felt like time had stretched out until seconds ticked by at a snail's pace. His heart thudded in his chest as he forced himself to remember to breathe. Loki surreptitiously wiped his hands on the wool fabric of his coat, both anxious to see the Asian woman and nervous about having to face her without her memories intact, especially after they'd been through so much together.

Finally, the door opened to reveal a pretty blonde woman. His heart skipped a beat, though not due to attraction (currently, he preferred brunettes with dark eyes and a sharp tongue.) Instead, it was due to the fact that he recognized this woman despite having never met her in person— she was the same one from the reel of Jimin's life, which they'd watched long ago when they first joined the T.V.A.. However, the woman before him clearly had no idea of her fate as she smiled invitingly, if not a bit curiously.

He cleared his throat. "Hi."

"Hello," she said. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, is Jimin home?"

"Yeah, hang on a sec." She turned into the house to shout: "Jimmy, a hot guy is here for you!" Then, unashamedly, she faced him again with a grin. "She'll be right down. Do you want to come in?"

Loki stepped inside but didn't move very far past the threshold as he took in the living room. It was far too neat for his liking, almost like the display vaults in his father's palace in Asgard. If he had still been a child, he probably would've liked to run around and make a mess on purpose just so it wouldn't be so orderly. But, it fit Jimin's personality perfectly and the thought made him smile a little.

"So, how do you know Jimin? I thought I knew everyone she did," Katrina asked conversationally, drawing him from his thoughts.

"Oh— we're, uh, work friends."

The blonde eyed him doubtfully. "Right. . . except, I know all of Jimmy's colleagues and I've never seen you before."

Thankfully he was saved from answering any further questions by the clattering of feet on the stairs as the woman in question came down. "Katrina, I think I need a little more context than 'a hot—''

Her words trailed off as her gaze landed on the Asgardian, her face going slightly slack in surprise. Loki took another deep breath, remembering the words he had practiced. Raising his hands appeasingly, he began: "this is gonna sound strange. I know you don't know who I am—"