Memento Loki

and they were roommates

The workday was long.
Tiring.
Exhausting.
Draining.

She'd almost entirely forgotten about her living situation while at work. Until, that is, her head chief came by near the end of her shift and slapped on her desk a new assignment.
Another pruning assignment. Delightful.

"I expect this done before the end of your next shift. However long it takes, just get it done, Lovelace."

Morrigan feels herself physically retaliate involuntarily at the prospect. To which she quickly corrects with a subtle nod of understanding. Better to not roll your eyes in exhaustion to your higher ups.
Once her chief steps away to take care of other business, Morrigan nudges the paper towards herself lazily. The assignment took place in New York. 2012. She wracks her brain... why did that date sound familiar? Flitting her fingers through the papers, she's immediately drawn to a stop at the photo of the variant. She feels her palms start to get clammy.
That's... a Loki. No way. This is way beyond her abilities. Loki is a God, of Mischief.
She was only one woman. There was no way she'd be able to do this herself. She rises from her office chair and quickly follows after her chief.
"Ma'am, a moment?"
She calls after her. It takes a few more 'ma'am's, but she gets her attention finally. They suddenly stand face to face and Morrigan takes a step back in mild surprise. The chief was always sort of snappy, but she seemed particularly so today. She just looks at Morrigan expectantly.
With a small clear of her throat, Morrigan speaks against her assignment.
"I want to lead with this: you know I'm good at what I do and I never complain-"
Her words trail off as she notices the thin line that her chief's lips have pursed into in annoyance. The rest of her plea has to be quick if she expects any kind of compensation on this – or, preferably, dismissal from it.
"...This is a Loki variant you're asking me to take out and fizzle, ma'am. I–" a breath of slight disbelief at the situation escapes her lungs while she speaks,
"I'm just one person, not a God who can oppose another God. How do you expect me to make this happen?"

The chief keeps her lips pursed for a moment so long it makes Morrigan want to crawl out of her skin. Their eyes don't meet, mostly on Morrigan's part as she cannot stand eye contact whilst awaiting some kind of backlash in conversation.
Chief's voice breaks the silence after what feels like an eternity of judgement.
"You live with one, don't you? Use your resources, Lovelace. Take him with you, take a squad, I don't care what you do, as long as you get it taken care of."
Morrigan blinks rapidly in surprise as she processes what she was just told. She didn't realize her living situation was known to her. And as she watches her chief walk away, it seems to her that everyone else, knew, too, as their eyes all rapidly look away as if they weren't just witnessing the fleeting quarrel.
She is suddenly hyper aware of herself and retreats to her desk, where she sets up a few folders like one does in elementary when the teacher hands out a test. Privacy in it's most primal. But hey, it works decently.

Alone in her little privacy wall of manilla folders, Morrigan flips through her assignment again. This version of Loki only has one more death on his hands than the 'canon' one. What an unfortunate mistake.

You killed so many that day, but shit, apparently you killed ONE wrong motherfucker and now the literal timecops are gonna come fizzle your ass. If I can.

She's assigned an elite team of TVA agents for this. There's a small hope in her chest that she'll actually get this task done... but something kept tugging at her to go recruit her new roommate.
Oh, Gods. How awkward is this interaction going to be, if she does decide to ask for his help?
Hey, uh, I know we have not spoken ONCE since you moved in, we've barely even seen each other and I had NO idea who you were until like YESTERDAY. And also I am so sure you are so dog tired from the day but guess what? I need YOUR help, to come kill... well, YOU, but not, you know, YOU.

Ugh, she feels nauseous even thinking about confronting him. But what choice does she have? She knew about Loki, versions of him that had been ripped from the timelines and pruned, but these were all taken out by NOT her. The Loki she lives with may very well be the only chance she has at this.

So, she puts her squadron on hold until tomorrow as she makes her way home. Hesitation makes her hands tremble. Her fist wavers over her roommate's door. Finally she works her courage up high enough to knock.
Thank all that is holy that he was home. Though, part of her was wishing that he wasn't so she could avoid this God awful situation she was about to be thrown into.

The dark haired God opens his door and is met with Morrigan's shorter frame. They lock eyes. The words she had recited over and over in her brain come to a full stop crash in her head. All of the practice of her speech of how she needs his help goes fucking flying out into the bin. He was so much more impressive in person and it burned her.

"I need help," are the only words she manages to utter out to the God.

He simply raises an eyebrow.