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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.

The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.

The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?

You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.

“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.

Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”

“So were you.”

“And, about Lamentis -” he started.

You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’

“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted.

The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.

“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”

Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.

He shot you a look that read: really?

“Bad habit,” you told him.

As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”

Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.

The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.

“Nice catch,” you said.

The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.

Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.

“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly.

This can’t be good.

- – -

You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.

What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known.

“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.

“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.

“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.

“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”

“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration.

“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed.

You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.

“I found her.”

- – -

“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.

“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.

“Charmer,” you teased.

“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned.

The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.

Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”

“Loki -”

“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.

“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.

“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.

“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”

He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.

“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.

“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”

“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.

I’ve never said that to anyone before.

His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I trust you, too.”

“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.

You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.

“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.”

- – -

The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.

You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.

Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.

A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.

“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”

You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.

“Are you alright?”

“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.

“Sorry?”

“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”

“Who wants to see me?”

She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.

It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.

Run.

But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.

Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.

“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”

You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.

“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted.

The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.

“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.

“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”

Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.

Stubborn girl.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”

“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.

“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling.

Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”

“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”

You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.

I’ll take it.

“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.

“What -”

Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.

“Victor!”

The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.

“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”

You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.

“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.

Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.

“Sylvie, no,” he spoke.

“You stay out of this,” she snapped.

Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.

You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.

“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.

He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.

“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”

The blonde woman inched toward her prey.

“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”

She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.

Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.

“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”

Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.

Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.

“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”

Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.

“Oh my god.”

You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.

“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”

The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.

“Pleasure,” he greeted.

“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.

“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”

“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”

“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.

“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.

He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.

“How did you get that?” You asked him.

He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.

“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”

Sylvie clenched her jaw.

“It’s true,” you chimed in.

Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.

“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued.

“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”

It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death.

“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.

“Cut it out,” you whispered.

He raised his hands in surrender.

“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”

“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”

Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.

“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”

“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”

“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”

“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.

“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”

“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”

“You haven’t got a clue.”

Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.

They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade.

At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.

You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.

“Loki!”

You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.

Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.

“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.

“Where is he?” Loki asked.

“Timely?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not sure, I-”

A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“No fucking way.”

A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.

“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.

“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.

“Tell me about it.”

Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.

“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.

“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.

“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”

“Loki! [Y/N]!”

Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.

“Fuck no.”

“Absolutely not.”

- – -

After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.

While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.

You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.

“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you.

You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.

“You sent me to the void!”

You punched her again.

“You betrayed us!”

And again.

“I actually thought you were my friend!”

Again.

“You tried to kill the man I love!”

Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.

“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”

“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”

You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.

“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”

“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”

Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.

“Wait,” you told him.

Something felt different this time.

Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.

“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”

“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”

You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.

I haven’t done anything.

That isn’t me.

I can make my own choices.

Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches?

“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself.

Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“Get him out of here.”

You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.

“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”

She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.

Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.

“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.

“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.

“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.

“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”

A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable.

“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder.

You walked away. And you didn’t look back.

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burdenedwithnxmberfive · 1 year

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Loki fanfic

Would anyone interested in a Loki x ofc fanfiction be willing to read a fic that follows the Loki series?? I totally agree the series was a crapshoot, but I can overhaul Loki's characterization and give him back the jittery paranoia, snark, and sadness from Thor 1 + Avengers. the main theme in the fic is that I hate the Saw movies. I would also try re-write things to make Mobius a genuine friend. And Sylvie....

I like things with a darker tone so the writing is a little bit disturbed and miserable,, for a OC-esque type fanfic. Dread and angst.

who am I kidding. It's cringe but I tried. Loki x oc cringe, but genuine.

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theeoriginals · 2 years

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sign of the times | series masterlist

summary: the god of mischief and lies serves to bring about the truth cersei has been missing her whole life

warnings: manipulation, lying (the tva is your toxic ex), set during season 1 of loki. minor violence, flashbacks, multiverse stuff that i mostly make up. mentions of past technical kidnapping, angst, fluff, mischief, pining, and two oblivious idiots in love. loose understandings of norse mythology, do not come for me. also, i do what i want.

pairing: loki laufeyson x cersei (original female character)

a/n: this will probably not be updated too frequently because i am busy irl but i wanted to post for u guys 🫶🏻. let me know what u think. but be nice to me or i’ll cyberbully you.

psa: cersei is an original character, and as i wrote this, i envisioned her as jamie chung, a korean-american actress. she will have physical descriptions, in appearance, body type, and everything else. this is not an ‘x reader’ story.

read on ao3

one - glacial embrace

two - the time variance authority

more parts to come

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shelleylovesloki · 1 year

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Time in Flames

Summary: Estrid Odrsdottir has experienced much tragedy in her life. When her fiance, Prince Loki of Asgard, is executed in front of her very eyes, she swears vengeance on those that took everything away from her. After killing the All-Father, she is taken into TVA custody only to be thrown into a mission to hunt down and stop a man similar to her, a man that has lost everything.

Mered Rainer, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., finds himself a wanted man when he finds out the the organization has been infiltrated by Hydra. Hunted by the Winter Soldier, Mered finds himself in the hands of the TVA when he kills his would be assassin. Teaming up with a few variants, he plots a way to escape the grasp of the Time Variance Authority without much luck. Can the two find common ground in order to save the known multiverse?

Chapter 5: Lies

“Is beige all you have as a clothing color?” Estrid commented as her nose wrinkled up in disgust.

She looked at the TVA work uniform that Mobius had given to her in the mirror. There was a crisp white button up shirt with a brown and yellow striped tie to give some design to the outfit. A maroon knee length skirt covered her thighs with brown leggings underneath. And to complete the outfit was a beige leather jacket with huge orange block-like letters spelling out VARIANT on her back.

“You think another color suits the Time Variance Authority better?” He chuckled as he finished pinning up her long hair into a functional bun.

Estrid rolled her eyes.

“I mean you could’ve used a more vibrant color such as blue or red.”

Mobius smiled as he stepped out from behind her, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

“Well, if we decided that then variants could see us from a mile away.” He joked,

“Sounds great to me.” She responded.

Mobius walked in front of her, shaking his head in amusement, as he took the controller to her collar out of his pocket. Estrid eyed the remote before looking at the agent. He stared at her as he took a slow breath.

“Now, I’m going to remove your time collar. You should have control of all actions, but your magic will still be dormant.” He explained.

Estrid nodded as he pressed the button causing the collar to magnetically release. She slowly reached up and grabbed the leather contraption, moving it away from her throat. The feeling of freedom resonated in her veins as she sighed in relief.

She held out the collar to him as she said, “Why exactly does the TVA block magic? You could just use the collars to control the powers of a single variant.”

Mobius chuckled once more as he retrieved the collar from her hand.

“That is classified to you, Estrid. But if you worked here wouldn’t you feel safer if those who can throw fireballs at your head were unable to do so once you step through the glowing door?” He asked her.

Estrid shrugged,

“I was born with seidr Mr. Mobius. It’s not like I could relate to you in the exact ways you want. But to answer your question, it would benefit greatly.” She replied without much emotion,

The TVA agent quirked a brow in amusement as the door opened behind them both. Estrid turned to see a man in a pressed white button up dress shirt and black slacks. His brown eyes stared at her with an air of apprehension. He must have heard of Mobius’ little plan to use her as a fake TVA agent otherwise he would probably not be staring at her like a bilgesnipe ready to strike.

“Mobius, hunter B-15 says we’ve got another variant ready for interrogation at Theatre 3.” The TVA employee said timidly.

Estrid almost smirked at the obvious nervousness in his brown eyes as he refused to pay her any mind.

“Why can’t another agent take the job? I’m preparing ML-267 for her first solo field excursion, Casey.” Mobius huffed, his voice becoming strained with frustration as he spoke to the employee.

“Rennslayer said you were the best option. The variant is not exactly cooperating with the minutemen.” He said, voice becoming more soft the further he spoke.

Mobius huffed before turning towards Estrid. She smiled at him as she assessed his anger. He was going to have to leave her alone now, and even he knew it. She could explore a way out of this place on her own free will. Pursing his lips he returned his attention back to Casey.

“Alright, but escort the variant to the Library so she can look for research on her next assignment. Hopefully I can debrief her after handling the variant before she is sent out on her field mission.”

The agent gave her a stern glare causing Estrid to purse her lips. Casey looked at her, getting the Vanir’s attention. Her annoyance turned towards him, making the timid employee sink slightly in his spot. She felt Mobius’ hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn back towards him.

“Find what you can. I’ll give you what you will need before sending you out through the portal.”

Estrid nodded before watching him leave silently. Once he was gone, she looked at Casey. The TVA worker gulped with obvious apprehension, his eyes going wide, before quickly waving her forward.

“Follow me. The Library is a few floors down.” He said, walking down the hallway.

Estrid followed without a word as she let Casey lead her to the desired destination. Inwardly, she was frustrated at how Mobius said she was in control, but yet the TVA treated her like she was still a mere prisoner. Technically she was, but if they desired for her to do their dirty work, then a little cooperation on their part would go a long way.

Walking into an elevator, Casey pressed a button on the wall in front of him as she stepped inside. The doors closed as they dinged in reply to the lit up floor. Estrid clasped her hands together in front of her as she waited for the elevator to stop on the Library floor.

“So…you’re the variant that lost a lover?” He spoke up, trying to make conversation.

Estrid looked over at him.

He was carefully side-eying her, stance rigid and hands positioned tightly by his sides.

“Mobius told you about my file?” She monotoned as the elevator dinged once more, dropping down to yet another floor.

“No, I-I read about you before the minutemen were sent out to your timeline. I’m sorry that happened to you. No one deserves to go through the things that happened to you.”

Estrid only shrugged, indifferent to his sorrow. She didn’t need his sympathy or anyone else's for that matter. What was reaped was sown. Now, all the young Vanir desired was to be released back into her realm. She wanted to see him again.

“What was done was done. I took my revenge. Now I only desire the peace I deserve.” She responded without much emotion.

“And what peace is that?” Casey asked softly.

Estrid stared at the floor, her mind flooded with memories. They gnawed at her, laughing at the torture they put her through.

“To be with my fiance again.” She replied as the elevator doors opened once more.

On the other side was the Library, with rows of bookshelves lining the floor. Tables that could sit six people each were positioned in front of the shelves with green glass encased lamps in the middle of the mahogany wood. Wooden chairs were pushed under the tables. A few agents and workers sat in the room as Estrid stepped off of the elevator, leaving Casey before he could ask another question.

The elevator doors closed behind her as she walked up to the front desk. A middle aged woman with dark brunette hair that was bunched up to the back of her head sat at the desk, filling out paperwork as Estrid approached. She slowly met the princess’ gaze, a look of absolute boredom on her face.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for information on variant L-001. Do you know where I could find his files?” Estrid asked, putting on a fake smile.

The librarian’s expression never changed, as she replied, “Those are classified.”

The Princess of Vanaheim frowned, her fists clenching in rage.

“Mobius sent me to grab information for an assignment. I need to see the documents in order to carry out the mission. So if you could kindly show me where exactly the files are located, I would appreciate it.” Estrid replied, putting her hands on the desk table.

The librarian adjusted her bifocals, raising a brow challengingly at the Vanir goddess.

“Variants are not allowed to peruse through evidence and documents on what the Time Keepers have informed through storage.”

Eye twitching with the rage she was bottling up, Estrid clenched her fists. This woman was getting on her last nerve.

“Then what exactly am I allowed to possess?” She demanded, her voice straining to stay calm.

The librarian walked to the shelves and came back with a small folder, dropping it on the desk in front of her.

“Everything on the assignment you are allowed to acknowledge is in this folder.”

Estrid looked at the small stack with a frustrated pause.

How was she supposed to learn about the variant if she wasn’t allowed to find information on him herself?

Snorting softly through her nose, she glared at the woman behind the desk before taking the vanilla folder and walking over to an empty table. Sitting down at the table, she turned on the green shaded lamp and began to analyze the files within the folder. Sliding them carefully from their pocket, Estrid began to go over the data.

The first page was a copy of her variant file, variant ML-267. She wondered how many other versions of her were out there in this multiverse of sorts, and how their lives were compared to her own.

Flipping the page, she found herself looking at the Loki variant currently running amuck among the timeline. Estrid stopped for a moment as her heart skipped a couple beats. She could see her Loki in this variant. Everything about him seemed the same to her. It was agonizing. The only change was the title Hvedrungr next to his name.

Her breath hitched in her throat as tears began to appear in her chocolate orbs. Estrid tried to stop them, only to fail as a few watery droplets cascaded down her pale cheeks.

“Don’t cry, love. I always hate to see you cry.”

Estrid’s eyes grew wide as she yelped in surprise. Her eyes looked up to see none other than her fiance sitting in front of her. Patrons of the TVA Library immediately shushed her for her outburst before returning to their work. At this point, Estrid was too shocked to care about anything else except the long dead man currently in front of her.

"Loki…" She whispered softly.

Her fiancé chuckled as he nodded, that mischievous toothy smirk plastered across his slim face.

“Hello love.” Estrid blinked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

He was dead.

How was he sitting in front of her?

“How?” She whispered.

Loki shrugged as he replied, “Let's just say that death is not the end. Life comes in multiple forms, even memories.”

“Great. Now I’m hallucinating.” She sighed sarcastically, turning her attention back to the bundle of papers before her, trying to ignore her brains ill attempt to torture her with the memory of her dead fiance.

“If you are trying to find information on myself, you will not find such there.” The memory commented.

Estrid looked back at him, seeing his deep bluish-green eyes studying the pages in her hands.

“Where exactly can I find them then?”

The trickster smirked, the cunning plan ready to leave his lips. She had a feeling whatever it was would only hurt her more than aid her frustration. But at this point what did she have to lose?

“Where else? At the source. If you desire the information you so desperately need, then go inside the variants realm.”

Estrid raised a brow, prompting him to continue.

“Those golden pads control portals to other realms, correct?”

She nodded, slowly beginning to see where he was heading.

“Swiping a time pad will allow me to see everything for myself without the interventions.” She finished for him.

Loki nodded, happy with her conclusion.

“Now where do I find one?” She whispered, discreetly looking around.

Loki chuckled as his eyes glanced over towards the librarian. Estrid followed him, paling as she realized what he was getting at.

“Oh, you mean-”

The trickster smiled, confirming her suspicions.

Estrid bit her lip as she silently assessed her situation.

“Skíta.” She said under her breath, making Loki laugh.

He got up from his chair and walked over to her. Estrid followed him with her eyes as he bent down, kissing her cheek.

“I have faith in you, love. After all, I’ve seen what you are capable of. Let the TVA see that too.” He said, giving her his signature smirk once more before he walked out of the room.

She mulled over his words before returning her attention back towards the front desk, an idea calculating in her mind. Looking at one of the agents near the librarian, she saw the stacks of papers and books on their table. She may not currently have her seidr, but Estrid still knew she could manipulate a situation just as well as in her youth. Getting up, she walked over to the agent.

“Excuse me.” She called softly, getting the agent's attention.

His almost amber looking eyes looked at her in confusion, possibly wondering why she was talking to him.

“Yes?” He softly asked.

“Do you have a pen? I seem to have misplaced my own.”

The young agent nodded, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve the ink pen. As his attention was distracted Estrid discreetly took one of the sheets of paper poking out of the large stack at the edge of the wooden table and gave it a slight tug. The huge pile came crashing down next to her, looking as though it had tilted over involuntarily. The sounds of paper echoed throughout the Library as every person, including the librarian drew their attention onto the two.

The agent frowned, putting the pen back into his pocket as he walked over to pick up the mess. Above the two, the librarian watched them both as Estrid bent over to help clean up the chaos. Handing him the papers that she had collected, he thanked her softly before going to put them back onto the mahogany table.

“Don’t you think a folder would help prevent the pages from cascading to the floor?” She suggested innocently as the young man contemplated her words.

Nodding, he asked, “Could you ask the librarian for me?”

Smiling at how smooth her plan was going, she complied and turned to carry out his request.

“Could I get another folder for the time files?” She asked softly.

Huffing softly the librarian went to get one from the back giving Estrid the chance she needed. Acting swiftly, she reached over and took the golden pad laying discreetly upon her desk and slipping it into her inner pocket. She moved the papers beside it a few inches from their original location to distract from the missing tech and waited for the librarian to return.

The librarian returned, handing her the vanilla folder as Estrid thanked her kindly. All that she received in return was silence but that didn’t deter the young Vanir goddess. Smiling as she turned, she gave the folder to the agent.

“Thank you,” He reached back into his leather looking TVA jacket and took out a pen. “Here’s the pen you needed.”

Estrid nodded, still smiling joyfully. Walking confidently towards the elevator, she pressed the up arrow, ready to seek out the secrets of the TVA herself. The doors opened, revealing an empty elevator. Stepping inside, the doors closed behind her. Looking at the options available to her, she saw the symbols and letters that led to different floors of the Time Variance Authority.

Mobius had seemed to navigate them with ease before. Estrid wasn’t even sure what they meant. Hitting a random button, she felt the elevator moving up. She pulled out the golden pad from her inner coat pocket and opened it up. The screen lit up a deep gold revealing statistics and timelines. Flipping through the pad, she found a bar that was titled SEARCH. Clicking on it, Estrid typed in the variants TVA ID.

The image of variant L-001 appeared on the screen. Next to his image was his timeline. A red line was slowly going up from the base line at the bottom of the screen. The timeline was threatening to red line again. This was her chance to jump in.

The elevator dinged, making her close the pad and put it back into her pocket. Walking out onto the floor, she made sure no one was able to look at her for long before slipping into an empty office room. Estrid shut the door behind her and locked it as she took out the time pad. It still had L-001’s timeline on the screen. A beeping sound began to resonate from the device as the line got closer to the red boundary. Clicking through a few more screens, Estrid found a way to open the glowing orange doorway. The door appeared in front of her at the command of her fingertips.

She stared at it, hesitant at first to step through. Technically, she could go anywhere. The princess could return home to her timeline. But the TVA would arrest her once again, and this time, she would not be getting a slap on the wrist. She had no choice but to comply, but there were only so many lies she was willing to stomach before the charade got old. Suddenly a loud bang bashed the locked door behind her, causing her to jump in surprise.

“Estrid? Estrid, come out! Give back the tempad so we can finish this assignment properly!” Mobius’ voice commanded from the otherside of the door.

“Properly? Is that what you call leading me on a wild goose chase around the Library to find information below my status level?” She snarled as she stepped up to the portal.

“I didn’t know that they wouldn’t have the variant in the file, Estrid! Just let me in!�� The agent begged.

Liar… A deep voice suddenly growled in her mind, making Estrid grit her teeth.

Everyone was out to get her. It was better to brave the storm alone. Even if it cost her her life.

“You lie!” She hissed as she took a step into the door.

That was when the door behind her blasted open, raining shards of wood upon her. Estrid gritted her teeth as she snarled at the minutemen that were standing behind Agent Mobius with guns and batons raised.

“Estrid, give me the tempad.” Mobius said calmly, reaching out to her as he took gentle steps forward.

The Vanir backed further into the orange doorway, her body halfway through.

“No.” She replied before stepping through.

“Estrid!” Mobius yelled as the minutemen opened fire.

She stumbled through the portal, falling onto her back as the shots screamed over her head. They hit a nearby tree behind her as she hit a button on the pad, closing the portal. Her head hit the dirt as she groaned in pain.

Tops of trees and a blue cloudless sky met her hazel lit orbs, causing her eyes to soften with child-like wonder. A cool breeze brushed over her skin, making her shiver at its touch. Slowly sitting up, she waited for her eyes to focus before lifting a hand. Summoning her seid, she smiled triumphantly as a purple flame radiated out of her fingertips at her command.

Suddenly a twig snapped from behind her, causing Estrid to turn towards the sound. A purple glow covered her form, turning her TVA clothing into a purple and silver hangerok. Her long brownish-red hair was freed from her bun and ran down her back in waves. Some of the strands were braided and kept in place with silver beads both in and on the edge of her intertwined follicles. The citizens of Asgard and even the citizens of her home realm wore something similar to the clothing she had chosen. Estrid could only hope that this realm had fashion of a similar sort.

A man came out of a clearing nearby, looking around cautiously. Before she could even move his gaze zeroed in on her. Her heart skipped a beat.

It was him, L-001, Loki Laufeyjarson.

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NCIS

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Masterlist

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Also includes Mobius M. Mobius and Wowki/Lokius fics

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First Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist

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My Hero Academia

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Stressing About Finals - ao3 - Dadzawa x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: brief mention of family abandonment

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Feeling Shitty - ao3 - Dad Mic x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: feeling like shit, depression i guess, hurt/comfort, slight fem reader vibes kinda?? But it can be read as neutral. Oh also swearing just a little

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Number One Dad - ao3 - Dad Might x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: none

Erasermic

Erasermic Drabble - ao3 - Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada

Warnings: none

The Witcher

The Viper - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Author’s Note (PLEASE READ) - Geralt x gn!reader (platonic/familial), Jaskier x gn!reader

General warnings (Please read the warnings on each chapter): swearing, blood, fighting

The Viper: Rewritten - AO3 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader, Geralt & gn!Witcher!reader (platonic/familial)

General warnings: swearing, blood, violence/fighting

Jaskier

I'm Not Fine - Jaskier x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, monster attack, injury (not explicit), nightmares, fear of death (mostly implied)

The Old Witch Sleep - Jaskier x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of exes, hurt/comfort, gross descriptions of crying

Bloodborne

Rom, the Vacuous Spider

My Love - self-indulgent first person

Warnings: canon-typical depressing and angsty

Pokemon

Raihan

Dragon Trainers - Raihan x FTM!reader (headcanons)

Warnings: none

Star Trek

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Logical - Bones x GN!Reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: swearing, injuries, angst + hurt/comfort with a happy ending

Data Soong

Painting Data’s Nails - ao3 - Data x GN!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: very very light angst

Biological Malfunctions - ao3 - Data x AFAB!reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: period fic, read warnings on fic

Pottery with Data - ao3 - Data x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: none, just fluff

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

I Forgive You - Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort??, some fluff, read warnings on fic

Din Djarin

Goodbye to a World - AO3 - Din Djarin & gn!reader

Warnings: blasters are pulled out but not fired, lots of emotions dealing with walking to one’s death, angst

Ace Attorney

Miles Edgeworth

You’re Married?! - AO3 - Miles Edgeworth drabble

Warnings: none

Phoenix Wright

We’ll Be Okay - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) x gn!reader (can be read as platonic)

Warnings: living paycheck to paycheck, depression, references to alcoholism, hurt/comfort, fluff, light angst

Not Guilty - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) & “adopted” gn!reader (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL)

Warnings: allusions to murder, blood mention, possible abusive family references

I Believe In You - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of murder, references to past mentally abusive relationships (not explicit), mentions of blowing noses/snot/mucus, like 2 swears

Klavier Gavin

Strawberry Lip Balm - AO3 - Klavier Gavin x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Legend of Zelda

Ganondorf

My King - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: making out, allusions to sex, possessiveness, size-difference

Forever and Always - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wishes - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Captain!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: none

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn

Face the Crowd - AO3 - Aragorn x fem!Reader

Stardew Valley

Harvey

... Oops - AO3 - Harvey x gn!Farmer

Warnings: swearing, dizziness, anxiety, possibly OOC Harvey

On The Count Of Three - AO3 - Harvey x FTM!Farmer

Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)

I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here - AO3 - Harvey x gn!Farmer

SMUT Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, hand jobs, blow job mention, anxiety, embarrassment, blood mention, praise kink, slight dom/sub

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Love Is A Dagger (Loki x OFC) - Prologue

Summary: When Loki is apprehended by an organisation called the Time Variance Authority, he didn’t expect to be roped into helping a certain agent hunt an elusive variant that had been terrorising the TVA for years. What he also didn’t expect, was for the variant to apparently be connected to his timeline, to him. He couldn’t have anticipated where this whole venture would lead. The woman from his future, exposing truths about the TVA, and one big branching mess. Sacrifice, grief, anger and love… But which will prevail? (Follows S1 & S2 of Disney+ ‘Loki’ with some changes. Loki/OC Romance/Angst/Adventure.)

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

FIC MASTERLIST // NEXT

THE TIME VARIANCE AUTHORITY - TIME THEATRE 25 - TIME UNKNOWN

What bureaucratic nonsense is this?

Three lizard creatures dictating the flow of time? Honestly, what a load of bunkum. Still... Playing along for now is probably wise.

For their sake, of course. Wouldn't want to show my hand too early. Reveal what the God of Mischief is really made of. No, I'll let them squirm a li-

"Look, I'm gonna be straight with you here-" Agent M. Mobius had his arms resting on the table separating the pair, Loki sat with his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed the man closely. Mobius sighed, glancing down at the file before swiftly closing it and leaning back in his seat, looking across at the God sat before him. "I saved you from being reset because I have a proposition for you." He shrugged ever so slightly, tilting his head. Loki narrowed his eyes, lips in a tight line, keeping his expression impassive. When he didn't say anything, Mobius took it as a sign to continue, moving to grab a can of soda from the edge of the table, cracking it open with a hiss. "I hunt particularly dangerous variants-"

"Like me." Loki finally spoke, raising his chin slightly. However, he faltered ever so slightly as Mobius gave a brief chuckle, shaking his head.

"No- You're a pussycat, I mean actual dangerous variants-" Mobius mused, raising a brow as Loki let out a slow breath, trying to hide his irritation at the man. "And it just so happens, I've been hunting an elusive variant for some time now. They're slippery, I'll give them that." He huffed out a short breath of wry amusement.

"I fail to see how that's my problem." Loki tilted his head slightly, pursing his lips. Mobius stayed silent for a moment, simply looking across at Loki as he took a slow slip of his soda. Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes as the agent took a sip of his soda.

This agent really does love to draw things out.

"I'm a busy man." Loki said, tone holding a hint of impatience. "Realms to conquer, thrones to sit on, you know how it goes." He shrugged, a small smirk pulling at his lips at his own wry words. Mobius gave a quiet chuckle, nodding, placing the can of soda down on the table.

"Right- Right, of course." Mobius smirked in return, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Very well." He paused. "Well, it's your 'problem', so to speak, because the variant we've been hunting..." Another pause. "Is in connection to you."

Loki blinked at the information, brows furrowing ever so slightly.

To me? Who? My oafish brother? No, terrorising an organisation that supposedly brings order isn't his style...

"In connection?" Loki huffed out a dry laugh. "Forgive me, but that's incredibly vague, I'm going to need you to be more specific than that." He raised a brow, angling his head down slightly as he kept his arms folded across his chest.

"Alright, Flash-" Mobius quipped, holding a hand up. "I'm getting there." He said in amusement, giving a quick nod as Loki let out a agitated breath. "We were able to get a quick reading of their time signature, which is how we were able to work out which timeline they came from..." He began to explain, hands moving as he spoke. "Leading the trail to... Your timeline." He tilted his head.

"Are you going to elaborate or leave me hanging in suspense, Agent?" Loki quipped wryly, unfolding his arms as he held out his hands before settling them on the edge of the table. "Well?" Loki pressed, brows raised, holding the agents gaze. Mobius let out a quiet breath at Loki's impatient tone, hand absentmindedly fiddling with the corner of the file.

"Unfortunately, we weren't able to grab their temporal aura, meaning we don't actually know who they are-" Mobius admitted as Loki rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "But come on, you have to admit... You're intrigued." Mobius continued, ignoring Loki's put on reaction. "Now, I know you're someone who doesn't like not knowing things, so I imagine this is really buggin' you." Mobius tilted his head, tone low and drawn out. Loki pursed his lips, keeping his expression neutral once more. "Someone out there... Causing chaos from your timeline... Someone who you know, or will know, we can't rule that out." Mobius paused. "They've been upping the anti recently, more ambushes on our minutemen, stealing reset charges, leaving without a trace..." Mobius continued, his voice tempting, trying to entice the God of Mischief.

Loki sat in silence, brows creasing ever so slightly at Mobius' words. The agent was right, it was bugging him. Well, more so intriguing him that necessarily 'bugging', so to speak. Whoever it was could be an ally... An ally who could help him overthrow these so-called 'Time Keepers' and rule the TVA for his own gain... It seemed whoever it was knew how to evade the organisation deftly, clearly knowing some weak spots he could exploit... Intriguing indeed...

How exciting...

"And if I agree to help in your little variant hunt..." Loki began lowly, narrowing his eyes. "What do I get in return?" He paused. "As I'm sure you understand, whilst knowledge is power and it will be an interesting venture to find out who your resident terroriser is... I need assurances." He raised his chin, holding an air of importance and authority, despite being the one in the collar and awful beige 'VARIANT' jumpsuit. Mobius gave a brief nod, glancing down at the file on the table. "Assurances that as soon as I do your bidding for you, I am not simply erased from existence."

"Alright." Mobius stated simply, looking back up at Loki as he leaned back in his seat. Loki blinked at the man, not expecting such an easy agreement.

"What?" Loki furrowed his brows.

"I said, 'alright'." Mobius shrugged.

"Right." Loki blinked once more, giving a strong nod of his head. "Good. Glad we are on the same page." A beat of silence passed between the two men, before Mobius moved to stand, Loki swiftly following as he kept his sea-blue eyes locked on the agent.

"Let's get to work."

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ROXXCART, HAVEN HILLS - ALABAMA - 2050

Thunder, rain and wind hailed upon the eerily quiet superstore, the ceiling lights flickering only adding to the tense atmosphere. Although she had spent years now surviving by hiding in apocalypses, it still didn't stop the dull remnants of anxiety that sat in her chest, knowing it was only time before the storm swept through and destroyed everything. Even though she had been there time and time again, it didn't change a thing. She supposed it was the atmosphere itself, the panicked civilians hiding out in the green house for protection against the storm, even as it was a futile effort. With every apocalypse, she couldn't help but miss the safety and security of the life she once had. Whilst it was still dangerous, at least she had people around her, people she cared for, who cared for her... At least, she used to. Before it all went so very wrong.

Sighing, she moved towards the dry goods section, grabbing her usual glorious feast. And she waited, knowing exactly what would come next.

"Hey, you looking for the storm shelter?"

"No, thank you."

"Oh, okay, well, it's to the right of the store if you need."

It was probably the most human interaction she got, besides when she ambushed minutemen... Although, that wasn't really the interaction she had been missing out from. What was the point of getting to know anyone when everywhere she went those around her were doomed for death?

Rather bleak sentiments, I admit.

But she would succeed. She had endured too much, seen so much... This had to work.

Another clap of thunder sounded through the store from outside, as she let out a sigh, knowing it was time. The storm was mere minutes from decimating the building, the city... Grabbing the TemPad she had stolen all those years ago, she prepared to jump to the next apocalypse. This was her life. But she wouldn't let the TVA prevail. They would pay for what they did, she would take down the Time Keepers and ensure no one else was subjected to the life she was.

Even if she died trying.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x oc #loki x ofc #loki x original female character #loki fanfic #loki series #mcu loki #marvel fanfiction #marvel x oc #loki disney+#loki x reader #Spotify

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prpfs · 2 months

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Please be 21+ and communicative to interact!!! 🕷️

About Me: 21+. She/Her. EST. I like to plot on Tumblr and write on Discord. I write in third person, past tense and ~2-4 paragraphs (about 200-400 words or more). I work full-time during the week so replies won't happen every day. I aim for at least 2 replies a week, but it all depends on how work is going. I don't expect anything more than 1 reply a week from my writing partner. I don't double because I don't have the time to put equal effort into two threads with one person. I want both of us to be happy with the one idea we come up with.

What I'm Looking For: Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) threads. MxM is my strong preference, but I'm open to doing FxF or MxF. I prefer my writing partners to be open to discussing MxM. I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings. I'm willing to do some canon x OC, but I'm picky with OCs so don't be offended if I turn you down. I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as something makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it. Romantic ships and NSFW/smut are preferred but with a healthy dose of plot.

I'll be listing my main muses (I might be willing to try some other characters out) and some of my favorite ships. I'm open to discussing other ships as well.

All characters will be 18+.

My Muses:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Grandmaster

James!Harry Osborn

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Willem!Norman Osborn

Andrew!Peter Parker

Ray Nadeem

Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

My Favorite Ships (bold = my preferred muse ; italics = slightly preferred muse ; nothing = no preference):

Dex x Ray

Dex x Matt

Dex x Karen

Billy x Frank

Billy x Karen

Bruce x Tony

Bruce x Natasha

Bucky x Zemo

Bucky x Steve

Bucky x Tony

Carol x Valkyrie

Eddie x Matt

Eddie x Wade

Eddie x Venom

Eddie x Dan

Frank x Matt

Frank x Karen

Grandmaster x Loki

James!Harry x Tobey!Peter

Loki x Mobius

Loki x Thor

Matt x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Ray

Matt x Elektra

Cable x Wade

Norman x Otto

Andrew!Peter x Wade

Andrew!Peter x Tobey!Peter

Andrew!Peter x Male MJ

Andrew!Peter x Gwen

Gambit x Rogue (canon or m!Rogue)

Gambit x Wolverine

Tony x Strange

Tony x Tom!Peter

Tony x Steve

Wade x Wolverine

Wade x Comics!Peter

Wade x Colossus

Wade x Dopinder

Please message me (highly preferred) or like this post if you'd like to work something out.

DM @takexthisxlight if interested!

And/Or

Leave a like, and the asker will get back to you!

#marvel roleplay #marvel rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc #oc x cc #m/m #m/f #f/f #dead dove #21+ rp

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loki-princeofasgard · 5 months

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For all times (part 3)

Mobius x OFC

He follows her to the bedroom, noticing the size of the bed, which gives him an idea. "It's a big bed, maybe we should share it, if you're comfortable with. I mean, we're friends, right?” He says with a teasing tone.

“Are you sure Mo?”

"Yes, why not? I don't mind" He chuckles. "Besides, I don't want to hear you complaining all day that your backs hurts too.” He takes off his shoes and blazer and sits on her bed and turns to look at her.

“Okay...I'm gonna get change” Aurora gets her pijamas and goes to the bathroom change her clothes.

He nods and smiles. He lays down on the bed, resting his head on her pillow. While she's in the bathroom, he decides to mess with her a bit and takes her TemPad from the nightstand.

A few minutes after, Aurora gets out of the bathroom with a large t-shirt that reaches her mid-thigh and see Mobius laying down with her TemPad in hands.

"What are you doing? Give it back!" Rory tries to get her device back.

He teases her a little by lifting the TemPad whenever she tries to reach for it, avoiding her grasp as he does so.

"Please give it back!" She says with a frustrated expression. He smiles at her and lifts the TemPad even higher "Come and get it then." He teases her in a playful manner.

"That's not fair, you're taller than me" she tries again to reach, making her shirt ride up and expose more of her leg. “Come on Mobius, give it back.”

He sees her attempt, but keeps teasing her as he lifts the TemPad higher "Nope, you have to earn it." He tells her with a grin. "I don't hear any begging." He teases her with a chuckle. "Come on, you can do it."

“Nope” Rory tries to climb him, her legs wrapping around his waist so she could reach her device.

He lets out an amused chuckle at her attempt to take back her TemPad. He lifts her in his arms and sits back in the bed as she wraps her legs around him, but keeps the device at arm's length. "Careful now or I might get the wrong idea here" He says playfully and teases her, lifting the TemPad a little further just to annoy her.

Aurora blush a little with his comment, but snap back her TemPad from his hands and sits beside him “What did you wanted to see here?”

He reaches for her wrist and gently takes the TemPad from her, still looking at her with a playful smile on his face "Nothing, I just wanted to tease you a bit." He lays down the TemPad closer to her on the bed. "Now we can go to sleep. I'm getting tired." He says with a smile, looking at her face.

“You know, you lie better than that.” she chuckles. “But yeah, it's late.” Aurora lays on her side of the bed, turning her back to him “Goodnight Mo”.

"I swear I'm not lying, now let's get some sleep." He says with a calm but amused tone. He turns off the lights, leans against his pillow and closes his eyes as he lays on his side. He's quiet for a while before speaking again. In the darkness of the bedroom, his voice comes out almost like a whisper

"Aurora?..." He hesitates but speaks her name again, with a little more strength. "Are you awake?"

“No” she whispers back, with her eyes still close.

He smiles softly "I knew it. You can't sleep either, huh?.." He chuckles and turns to look at her.

Her back was still facing him. Aurora couldn’t sleep, she was still thinking how she practically had sit on him and the comment he made about him getting the wrong idea. Her mind couldn't stop racing thinking about it.

"No, still thinking about Kylo Ren.” she teases him, lying about it.

Mobius smiles as he hears her response. He can tell that she's just teasing him, and he plays along with it "Oh come on, don't be so obsessed with him" He pretends to sound annoyed at her but can't help but smile. He turns toward her and looks at the back of her head, with a smile still on his face. "What's keeping you up?" He asks her. He puts his arms around her and pulls himself closer to her.

Aurora feels his arm around her and the heat from his body and blushes in the dark “Well you know how I can't resist Kylo Ren. Tall, dark, bad.” her tone playful and soft because of the sleep.

Mobius can hear her breathing getting lighter as she slowly falls asleep. He stares at the ceiling, deep in thought until he realizes that he's getting sleepy too. He closes his eyes and relaxes, breathing deeply as he starts to drift away to sleep.

#agent mobius x reader #mobius m mobius x reader #mobius m mobius x oc #mobius m mobius #owen wilson

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roleplayfinder · 2 months

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Please be 21+ and communicative to interact!!!

I'll be listing my main muses (I might be willing to try some other characters out) and some of my favorite ships. I'm open to discussing other ships as well.

All characters will be 18+.

My Muses:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Grandmaster

James!Harry Osborn

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Willem!Norman Osborn

Andrew!Peter Parker

Ray Nadeem

Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

My Favorite Ships (bold = my preferred muse ; italics = slightly preferred muse ; nothing = no preference):

Dex x Ray

Dex x Matt

Dex x Karen

Billy x Frank

Billy x Karen

Bruce x Tony

Bruce x Natasha

Bucky x Zemo

Bucky x Steve

Bucky x Tony

Carol x Valkyrie

Eddie x Matt

Eddie x Wade

Eddie x Venom

Eddie x Dan

Frank x Matt

Frank x Karen

Grandmaster x Loki

James!Harry x Tobey!Peter

Loki x Mobius

Loki x Thor

Matt x Andrew!Peter

Matt x Ray

Matt x Elektra

Cable x Wade

Norman x Otto

Andrew!Peter x Wade

Andrew!Peter x Tobey!Peter

Andrew!Peter x Male MJ

Andrew!Peter x Gwen

Gambit x Rogue (canon or m!Rogue)

Gambit x Wolverine

Tony x Strange

Tony x Tom!Peter

Tony x Steve

Wade x Wolverine

Wade x Comics!Peter

Wade x Colossus

Wade x Dopinder

Please message me (highly preferred) or like this post if you'd like to work something out.

#twenty-one and over #est #marvel #marvel roleplay #marvel rp

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jimhopperisadilf · 2 years

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a great day!

I am looking for a long term rp partner! I need someone who can do/be all of the following!

• double up (oc x cc & oc x cc)

• be 18 years or older!

• be okay with any pairing (bxb, gxg, bxg)

• reply most days, more than once a day if possible

• have respectable grammar and punctuation skills - not perfect just legible!

• enjoy fandom rp’s

• rp long-term

• start the rp - I want to get a feel for your rp style and your character! I struggle to start unless I have a very very very clear storyline for both sides.

• descriptive [semi-lit - advanced lit][10+ lines]

✨These are the current fandoms that I am interested in rping! The more *’s by the name, the more interested I am in rping it. If a fandom is mark through with a — i am uninterested in rping that at this time.

• Marvel ***

• Bridgerton *

• M*A*S*H* ******

• Stranger Things *****

• Buzzfeed Unsolved (Shane & Ryan)(Not representing the actual people) ****

• Loki (Show) * (Only interested in Loki x Mobius)

• Falcon Winter Solider* (Only interested in Sam x Bucky)

• NCIS**

• ATLA

• Dear Evan Hansen ** (Ships only!)

Connor x Evan or Connor x Evan x Jared

• Supernatural ****

• Doctor Who ***

• Criminal Minds *

• Night at the Museum**

Jed x Octavius

• New Girl **

• Star Wars (Includes Mando)*

• Sex Education *

• Harry Potter Marauders Era**

• Harry Potter Golden Trio Era

• Bbc Merlin ****

• Bbc Sherlock ***

• American Horror Story

• Hamilton **

• TURN : Washington’s Spies ********

• The Umbrella Academy **

• Voltron *

• The Walking Dead ***

• Breaking Bad

• The Maze Runner **

• Legally Blonde (Musical) ***

• Falsettos ***(whiz x marvin only)

• Newsies *

• In the Heights **

• Shameless * (also open to gallavich)

• Hannibal (only open to rping Hannigram)

• Game of Thrones

• The Hunger Games (Books or Movies)

• How to Train your Dragon***

• Attack on titan

• Ouran High School Host Club

• Good Omens **

• The Witcher **

• Spiderman (Andrew Garfields movie)

• Red, White, and Royal Blue*** - ship for Alex and Henry only!

If it doesn’t have a * beside it, I will probably say no if you ask me - sorry!

If you understand the following rules please send me a message with the following <3

your preferred name and pronouns / your age / three fandoms + your oc’s love interest / any triggers you have / if you’re okay with smutty content.

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snowontop · 2 years

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Saw Multiverse of Madness last night and it was the kick I needed I think. I've been wanting to write and struggling to write and for a lot of various reasons and so I encourage you to react to this post or DM me if you want to write. Below will be a list of characters I write with bold characters being stronger at the moment. I'm open to discuss any ship so please hit me up. I prefer CC x CC but will consider a CC x OC interaction. THIS IS DISCORD RP ONLY PLEASE.

✫ Bobbi Morse — Adrianne Palicki ✫ Brock Rumlow — Frank Grillo ✫ Christine Palmer — Rachel McAdams ✫ Clint Barton --- Justin Hartley ✫ Elektra Natchios — Elodie Yung ✫ Felicia Hardy — Katie Cassidy ✫ Frank Castle — Jon Bernthal ✫ Gwen Stacy — Emma Stone ✫ James ‘Logan’ Howlett — Hugh Jackman ✫ James Rhodes — Don Cheadle ✫ Karen Page ---- Deborah Ann Wohl ✫ Kate Bishop — Hailee Steinfield ✫ Layla El-Faouly — May Calamawy ✫ Marc Spector / Steven Grant — Oscar Isaac ✫ Maria Castle — Brianne Howey ✫ Mobius M. Mobius — Owen Wilson ✫ Natasha Romanova — Scarlett Johanson or Elena Satine ✫ Peggy Carter — Hayley Atwell ✫ Pepper Potts — Sarah Rafferty ✫ Peter Parker — Andrew Garfrield ✫ Stephen Strange — Benedict Cumberbatch ✫ Steve Rogers — Chris Evans ✫ Tony Stark — Santiago Cabrera ✫ Victor Von Doom — Oscar Isaac ✫ Vision — Paul Bethany ✫ Wanda Maximoff — Elizabeth Olsen ✫ Yelena Belova — Florence Pugh

** I have two other muses to add to this but I would consider them spoilers so I did not include them here. **

#1x1 discord #1x1 rp #marvel rp #discord rp #fandom rp

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theeoriginals · 2 years

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glacial embrace (1)

summary: the god of mischief carries a burdensome weight.

sign of the times series masterlist

read on ao3

a/n: enjoy my attempt at writing loki

The God of Mischief carried a burdensome weight upon his shoulders. It chiseled away at his thin resolve, making him more bitter as time passed. He no longer found joy in Thor's antics, he didn't find amusement in making life harder for his brother or his family for the sake of harmless fun.

The weight caved his shoulders, and embraced him like a hug from a cold winter breeze. It nipped at his nose, leaving his lips dry. It made his fingers ache to the bone, but he eased into the frostiness, not knowing what else to do.

The chilling embrace encased him, mind, body and soul. It made him lethargic, and mean. His harmless pranks turn into outright war, preying on Thor's bravado and almost getting them all killed by the Frost Giants. His acceptance of the cold overtaking him suddenly makes sense after Odin informs him of his birthright.

The ice makes his way through his brain. It poisons him, like a cancer. Attacking the most vulnerable parts of him, kicking him while he's down. When he hangs over the edge of the rainbow bridge, his father and brother staring down at him, he feels the icy embrace wrap around him and he lets go, his brother's screams echoing around him as he falls into the void of space.

And then Thanos finds him. And he sees that icy embrace, whatever it may be that lingers in him, and he uses it. He convinces Loki that his birthright is a throne. The throne of Midgard, of the weak little humans. Loki's green eyes turn blue, the same color of the ice he was born from, the same ice Odin stole him from. The color of the stone that has overtaken his every waking thought.

And then he meets the Avengers.

Well, he meets two sets of the Avengers. The infold of Steve Rogers' self righteousness and his brother's eau de parfum of stupidity doesn't take a genius to recognize, though it helps that Loki is one.

He gets the Tesseract again, and when his hands wrap around the enticing cube, he feels the cold in his bones retract and disappear for the first time in years. On the other side of the portal he'd so abruptly created, he is met with warmth.

The frozen thrum of his pulse beats rapidly, and he stands with a pant, overwhelmed at the feeling. He clutches onto the Tesseract, clinging to it as the ice makes itself known once more.

The cold embrace encases his heart, and slows his pulse. Loki forces his disappointment at the brief relief away when the uniformed strangers wrap a collar around his neck and accuse him of violating the Sacred Timeline.

For a moment, Loki thought he might be free of the twisted relationship he's had with that ice all these years. But, as he has come to learn so unwillingly, he never gets what he wants without paying a hefty price.

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shelleylovesloki · 1 year

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Time in Flames

Chapter 4: Hail Hydra

“Nikki, I’m fine.” Mered insisted. Sweat beaded his face as he pulled up on the bar. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

“Just a flesh wound?” a woman’s voice yelled through Mered’s phone speaker. “You had multiple shards of glass pulled out of your shoulder. That sounds like more than ‘just a flesh wound’.”

Mered chuckled as he dropped from the pull-up bar. Nikki was such a mother hen. Ever since they lost their mother, she had become over protective of him and his brothers. She really freaked out when she found out that he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Most of the glass only went skin deep.” He pleaded.

“How did that even happen?” Nikki asked.

“That’s classified.” Mered replied.

He heard his sister sigh through the phone. “Yeah, alright. I get it.”

“Nikki-”

“No, really it’s fine. Go protect the world.”

He knew that tone. She hated the secrets, and to be honest, so did he. A small voice in his head told him it was for the greater good. It made sense. The people he’s saved, that he’s helped all because of his time with S.H.I.E.L.D. With all that they’ve done for him, how could he question them?

“Look, Nikki, I’ll make it up to you. I have some business that I have to take care of before I do anything, but after that, I won’t have anyone calling on me for at least a week. I’ll fly up to New York and we can meet up at that one cafe you keep talking about.”

There was a long pause on the phone. “Fine, but please try to set work aside while you’re here. I want to see my little brother without him rushing to save everyone.”

“Deal. See you in two days.”

“Sounds like a plan. Love you, be safe.”

“I will, sis. Bye.”

Mered hung up the phone as the door to his apartment opened. He grabbed his gun and aimed it at the entrance. Standing in the doorway was Natasha Romanoff.

“Relax, it's me.” she said, holding up her hands.

Mered grunted as he lowered his weapon. “How did you get in here? I don’t remember giving you a key.”

“You really think I need a key?” Natasha remarked. She pointed to the phone. “You talking to your girlfriend?”

Mered shook his head. “Nope. That would be my sister. Promised to visit her while I wait for the tests.”

Natasha sat over on Mered’s couch. The apartment wasn't big, but it was comfortable. It was actually rather small. A plain, one room apartment. Actually the couch was a futon and his bed. A small kitchenette sat in the corner. One small window was just about all the natural light for the place.

“You need to get a life.” Natasha teased. “I heard one of those nurses that were in the infirmary was eyeing you while you were there.”

Mered leaned against the wall. “You know, I like it better when you’re trying to find Captain Rogers a date.”

She pulled a book off of Mered’s coffee table and began to examine it. “What was her name? I think it was Jessica.”

“Nat, did you break into my place just to set me up with a nurse?”

“See that’s the problem with you and Rogers,” Natasha chided. “Both of you have nothing else on your minds except for your next assignment. Steve at least has the excuse that he’s a hundred years old and spends most of his time catching up, but you’re still young. You don’t get that excuse.”

“What about you?” Mered shot back. “Do you have an excuse?”

Nat stood up abruptly and looked him in the eyes. “Find someone before it’s too late.” She walked toward the door. “Oh, and you’re needed back at the Triskelion. Secretary Pierce wants your personal report on the mission in Tel Aviv.”

“How is she by the way?” Mered asked.

“Agent O’Connor said the ambassador’s daughter is stable. She’ll live.”

A sigh of relief left Mered’s chest as Natasha walked out. Later on, a weird feeling set itself in the pit of his stomach. Alexander Pierce never called on someone at a lower rank like him for information. Something felt wrong. He picked up a picture of him and Philp Coulson standing side by side. He shook his head and set the picture down. It must have been all in his head. He got dressed and headed out.

***

The Triskelion was a sight to be seen. Agents about the lobby to different sections of the massive building. Mered made his way up the middle stairs and into one of the main elevators. The doors closed behind him. “Secretary Pierce’s office.” he requested.

“Scanning,” the elevator’s AI stated. “Agent Mered A. Rainer: access granted.” With that, the elevator began its ascent up the Triskelion.

As he walked out into the empty hall, he took a deep breath. He was pretty early, but he figured that was a good thing. It was all eerily quiet. Mered pulled at the straps of his gloves. His combat suit was probably a bit much, but it felt right. The added gauntlets were a nice touch.

“Director Fury just left.” a familiar voice said. Who was it?

A second voice spoke. It was Secretary Pierce! “Good, keep the asset on standby. We may need him to step in.”

Mered moved in the direction of the voices. Most of the conversation was hard to make out, but two words came out clear as crystal: “Hail Hydra.”

Hydra? Secretary Pierce was part of Hydra? How was that possible? Hydra died out decades ago. How many more agents were Hydra?

He finally realized the identity of the other voice as the man walked out of Pierce’s office. It was Agent Brock Rumlow. Rumlow’s face was shocked at first, but then something unsettling set in his eyes.

“How much of that did you hear?” Rumlow questioned.

Nothing he was going to say would’ve saved him at this point. Rumlow’s stance was tense. His hand was balled into a fist and the other hovered over the taser rod at his hip. Mered had two options: run or fight. If he fought now, more people were more likely to help.

So, he ran. Multiple tasks rushed through his head. He had to tell Natasha. She needed to get to Nick Fury before whatever Hydra went through with whatever they were planning. Rumlow was following close behind.

“STRIKE team, we’ve been made!” Rumlow shouted into his comms. “All available agents come to Pierce’s office. Subject is armed and very dangerous.”

A familiar agent stepped out front the stairway with a taser rod in hand. His dark hair was slicked back. Mered knew this agent, but he was Hydra and that’s all that mattered. Without hesitation, Mered pulled out his sidearm and discharged a bullet into the agent’s shoulder. The man cried out in pain as Mered took the taser from him and rammed it into his chest.

With the agent blocking his way stunned, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent rushed into the stairwell. The sound of heavy boots thudded up the stairs only a few flights down. There was no way he could make it down the stairs without getting shot. He was going to have to jump. Several stories down wasn’t going to feel good, but he’d be able to clear most of the Hydra agents. At least that’s what it seemed like. There was no telling at this point.

He barely missed the railing as he made it five to six stories down. He was right. It hurt. He climbed over onto the landing when bullets shot in his direction. Half a second more, and his leg would have been full of holes. Time to get out of the stairwell.

Stepping out, Mered found a large room of desk jockeys. That and a large wall of windows. The day was getting better and better. He looked at the number by the door to the stairs: level 30. The young agent knew what he had to do. He pulled out his grapnel and his handgun. Sprinting toward the window, he shot two rounds into a window before crashing through. If he were Captain America, he would have been able to survive this no problem. Unfortunately, that was not the case. He shot out the grapnel into the side of the Triskelion to try to slow his descent. Seconds later, his body slammed against the concrete wall just a couple of feet above the roof.

Mered dropped from the roof and ran to the parking garage with more bullets at his heels. STRIKE agents had gotten to the window. Mered threw a small charge onto the garage’s skylight, blowing a small hole in the middle. In desperation, he dove through. He was safe, for now.

The garage was quiet. Very few people passed his way. A few agents gave him odd glances, but not much more than that. He tried dialing Natasha, but nothing happened. The signal was jammed. They were planning something.

***

Alexander Pierce looked out the window amongst the city of Washington DC. This agent was going to destroy everything that Hydra had spent decades building. He pressed a button on the phone at his desk. “Shut down surveillance in the parking garage. And send in the asset.”

***

Mered had almost made it to his vehicle, a custom Polaris Slingshot with a dome-like canopy over what was the cab. However, someone, something was in the way.

It was a man dressed in all black. His brown hair was neck length and his face was covered with a black face mask and goggles. A red star branded what looked like a metal arm. He was the only thing between Mered and getting out free.

Mered ran up to the ominous man only to receive a punch to the jaw. The impact from the blow sent him spinning to the floor. He rolled out of the way before the soldier drove his hand downwards. The ground cracked where the fist impacted. So the arm was robotic. That was good to know. He pulled out his gun, but it was kicked away. Again, Mered dodged another strike aimed at his head, but failed to avoid the kick to his ribs. His vision briefly began to blur. Mered swung his leg over, sweeping the legs out from underneath his opponent.

It didn’t serve much use. The man in black quickly drew out a knife and stabbed down onto the ground, snagging the side of Mered’s face. The agent grabbed the side of his face and rolled to his feet. The cut reached from the outer corner of his right eye back to his ear. What the heck was this guy made of?

The man in black was already back to his feet. Mered moved as fast as his muscles would allow. He managed a thrust kick to his attacker’s chest followed by a roundhouse to the face. The attacker stabbed at Mered again, but he managed to move out of the blade’s trajectory. He grabbed the arm the knife was in. It was flesh and bone. Mered kneed his opponent’s elbow at the joint with all his might, sounding a loud crack as the attacker’s arm snapped.

Mered threw the man and jumped for his own gun. The man in black got to his knees as Mered fired two rounds into his chest and another into his forehead. The man in black fell to his back dead.

Mered collapsed to his knees as yellow lights surrounded him. People grabbed him, stating a violation of some sacred object. As they dragged him away, he could only make out one sentence: “Reset the timeline.”

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