❝ You live a very interesting life, Loki, God of Mischief. ❞
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
╚⋯➤ ⏳ In which a person with unique abilities joins Loki in the TVA.⏳
▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
❪ loki x male oc ❫
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
TIME IS AN ILLUSION
❝ Kablooie. ❞
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"THE VARIANT LEFT something behind at an old crime scene."
Mobius walks into an aisle, Loki and Devlin following close behind. "A cathedral. A candy box. Obvious anachronism.I gave it to Analysis, but they couldn't find anything real.
"Why does that matter?" Loki questions as Mobius opens up a drawer.
"'Cause now we have two variables," Mobius opens up the drawer, grabbing the candy from inside. "Apocalyptic natural disasters and... Kablooie."
"What's that?"
"Candy. You have candy on Asgard?"
"Yeah. Grapes, nuts."
"No wonder you're so bitter," Devlin mutters, following Mobius as he walks away. "Candy is sweet, sometimes sour, unhealthy, utterly useless, and has no meaning in the world, but it tastes so amazing."
"You know you're Asgardian, right?"
"Yes, but at least I've had candy!"
━━━━
Mobius sets down a stack of files on his desk, looking up at Devlin and Loki.
"Okay. Kablooie was only sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2052. All you gotta do is cross reference that with everything apocalyptic event," Mobius hands an equal amount of files to each of them, then gets an idea. "Let's make this a competition. See who finds it. You wanna bet something?"
Devlin grins. "Definitely."
"Let's play for pride. May the best one win."
Loki and Mobius sit down, Devlin deciding to stay standing as he quickly looks through and discards files.
After a while, Mobius asks, "Anything?"
"Uh, it's not the climate disaster of 2048."
"Or the tsunami of 2051." Devlin mutters, discarding another file.
"2050, the extinction of the swallow," Loki says to himself, then glances at Mobius. "Is that a thing?"
Mobius nods. "Completely screwed up the ecosystem."
"Krakatoa erupted in 2049 as well. No Kablooie."
"God, it's just one damn thing after another, isn't it? Cyclone, famine, volcanoes, floods..."
"Got it," Loki suddenly claims, showing off the file to Devlin and Mobius. "That's where they are."
"Alabama, 2050," Devlin reads, then smiles. "Well done."
Loki weakly suppresses his smug grin as Mobius says, "You're gonna take my job if I'm not careful."
Devlin grins playfully. "No one wants your job, Mobius. It's so much paperwork."
