[ Upon his discovery of the Time Variance Authority, Loki is introduced to a particularly intriguing man who seems to share his desire to burn the place to the ground. ]
Lᴏᴋɪ × ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴏᴄ
started: 25.10.2023
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[ 10. ]
As soon as Mobius and Loki disappeared from view, Týr relented his struggles, expression going blank as he allowed himself to be marched down the TVA's never-ending corridors. He glanced around him at the six Minutemen who still encircled him, one on each arm, with two in front and two behind. They all wore matching stony expressions, eyes set straight ahead, shoulders tensed in a way that suggested they were expecting to be attacked.
Týr grinned.
"Sooo..." Týr drawled after several minutes of silence, broken only by their rhythmic marching footsteps.
The Minutemen showed no response, which he decided to take as permission to continue.
"Where are you gentlemen taking me now on this fine evening?" The brunette's gaze flicked between the Minutemen on each of his arms, "Or- well there's no time here, is there, so should I say this fine timeless existence?"
His guards' eyes remained forwards, expressions unresponsive.
Týr groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Ugh. You guys are so boring."
After a few more minutes of silent marching, Týr began to whistle, the noise painfully high, with an annoyingly inconsistent tune that seemed to jump from one song to another in a horrible mix of sound. His lip quirked into a small smirk as the flat expression of one of his captors slipped into one of irritation.
The small victory, however, was short lived.
Týr sensed the needle just a second too late. He wrenched one of his arms free and spun round, fist raised. The needle pierced his neck the exact moment burning blue flames erupted from his hand, directly into the face of his attacker, but they sputtered out as the sedative entered his bloodstream.
His vision started to swim and he stumbled, catching sight of the damage he had done as he did so and managing a deranged, bitter grin before the darkness enveloped him.
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"All right, I will see you later on." Mobius said, getting to his feet, anxious to get out the door. He could feel Ravonna's TemPad like a weight in his jacket pocket.
"One drink?" Ravonna asked, incredulous, turning back around.
"I had two didn't I?" He chuckled.
"Mobius! This is a career case! You sure you're okay?"
"I'm just exhausted, dealing with all these Lokis." He set his glass down.
Ravonna's eyebrows raised for a second, before her eyes narrowed, "Fair enough."
