How would you feel if you were locked in a beige, windowless prison, where time can only be measured by cups of stale vending-machine coffee?
How would you feel, running from your past so obsessively that your own sins finally caught up with you?
My name is Maeve Roberts. I am a psychiatrist - a doctor whose life became intricately entangled with an Asgardian god over one, tiny mistake...
'Careful, little mouse. We need to work on our rhythm.'
Trapped within a totalitarian panopticon, I was stripped of my own life in the name of protecting the Sacred Timeline by the order of the Time-Keepers.
'All gods but me are false, Maeve.'
Bound by a copper chain to Loki Laufeyson, thrown across apocalypses, forced to cooperate, to survive, to synchronize. I began to believe in fate.
'I saw right through your masks and your little games. Being emotionally stripped bare thrilled you far more than any physical intimacy, Loki.'
In a world of erased existences, I discovered that the greatest dangers aren't avalanches, murders, or fires. The most terrifying thing is the exact moment one monster recognizes another.
- I am not afraid of you. And you shouldn't be afraid either.
- Of you?
- Of yourself.
I tried to profile a serial god.
We both know I should have started by profiling myself.
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English version of my fanfiction "Singularność. Akt I: Protokół Bliskość"
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