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A Multiverse Of Ideas

Summary:

The Multiverse can be a large place with endless tales of tragedy, love. hope, despair, happiness, fear, etc. Every variant has a story to tell with endless possibilities on where it goes. One such tale involves ML-277 (Michelle), widowed wife of variant L-277. After taking a Pym particle and traveling to save her husband from the Mad Titans grasp, she is captured by the TVA for messing with the sacred timeline. It isn't until she is saved by Agent Mobius that her life starts to flip back on track. And it all starts with a reunion like no other. How will her and her variant’s tales begin?

Chapter 1: Lost Love (Variant ML-277)

“Variant ML-277. You are charged with jumping through a wormhole into another timeline to save your long dead husband.” The woman at the judges desk read off, clearly growing bored with the job she was instilled with.

She looked down at the woman being held by two minutemen.

“How do you plead?” She sighed.

The variant struggled in the soldiers hands, trying to free herself to no avail. Tears began to stream down her face as she growled in rage.

“I had to! He was taken from me by a monster that had no mercy! He was all I had left and that psychopath took him!” She yelled desperately.

The judge above her was clearly not moved by her passionate speech.

“Michelle Laufeyson, how do you plead?” She repeated, getting annoyed with her banter.

“Please! I wasn’t breaking any rules! I was just-”

The judge only interrupted her, yelling, “HOW DO YOU PLEAD?”

Her voice boomed throughout the room, causing Michelle to flinch just a little. The variant looked to the floor as her situation finally became real to her. They were not going to listen to her.

“Guilty ma’am. I only did it to see him again. Honest. I’m not a threat to this organization.” She pleaded, hoping for someone to hear her.

The judge only leaned forward and replied, “Mrs. Laufeyson, we don’t care for sob stories. The TVA only cares to keep the timeline secure. I order for you to be reset. Next!”

The gavel banged down onto the pedestal as Michelle was forced towards the door to her right. Her chocolate brown orbs grew wide as she began to struggle in her guards grasp.

“Wait! What do you mean by reset? WAIT!” She screamed as they began to drag her away.

The judge nor the guards listened to her pleas, continuing to drag her towards the room to where she would be ‘reset’ in their words.

“I’m not a danger to the timeline! I swear! Please!” She yelled.

“You cannot change the death of your husband, Mrs. Laufeyson. He is dead and that is the way the timeline was wrought.” The judge said, silencing her pleas.

Before Michelle could continue arguing, a voice cut through the courtroom.

“Wait! Judge Rennslayer, I’ve got something to show you, and it involves Mrs. Laufeyson's case.”

Michelle looked to see a man dressed in a brown suit with the TVA logo. His gray hair was slicked back on his head.

“Mr. Mobius, this better be more important than your last interruption.” She replied as she took the file from his outstretched hand.

Michelle stopped her struggle as Rennslayer looked over the file. The judge sighed as she laid the file down on her desk.

“She violated the time law, Mr. Mobius.” She said,

“She’s being hunted, your honor. Don’t you think she’d be better off helping us?” He asked.

Michelle blinked in surprise.

Who was hunting her? Rennslayer looked down at Michelle, her face devoid of any emotions.

“I’m only going to give you this last chance. If she escapes or causes trouble, I’ll deal with her personally.” She replied, glaring down at Michelle.

The Asgardian returned her hardened stare. Her guards let her go, and Mobius gestured for her to follow him.

“Why exactly have you saved me?” She asked him as they walked through the TVA.

The agent looked back at her before smiling softly. He led her into an elevator and only spoke when the doors closed.

“You’re Loki’s wife, correct?” He asked.

Michelle frowned at him before answering, “Yes… Why are you asking such a clandestine question?” She asked, getting annoyed at his stalling.

“Your husband has been running around with us to help stop a variant that has been murdering our minutemen. I need you to keep him in place.” He said as the doors opened with a high pitched ding.

Michelle chuckled in amusement as she followed him.

“My husband cannot be controlled. He’s a force to be reckoned with. I’m just surprised that he fell in love with me.” She replied with a shrug.

Mobius hummed in reply.

“Maybe it was your ability to make him feel guilty for his actions? Or the fact that you have a temper that a raging storm cannot clench?” He asked her.

Michelle pondered his words for a moment.

“But before I take you to him, we need to review some of the pivotal moments of your timeline since it is TVA code.” Mobius said, making her frown.

“What, wait! He’s here?” She asked, making sure she heard him correctly.

Mobius stopped and turned towards her.

“He’s been here for a little while actually. But don’t worry. We just have to get through your files before I take you to him.”

Michelle raised a brow.

"My time files you mean?" She inquired,

"Now you're getting the hang of it." He praised lightly, making her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Let’s just get this over with so I can speak with him.” She sighed, making Mobius chuckle.

“Right this way your majesty.” He joked.

Michelle glared at him. She was tired of his stupid quips. The TVA agent led her towards the Theatre rooms located by the ticket booth. He walked towards a set of double doors with a number five on the wall next to them.

"After you."

He smiled as he held open the door for her. Michelles expression didn't change as she walked inside. The room was dimly lit with a table, two chairs, and a projector in the middle.

"Have a seat. We have much to discuss." Mobius said, gesturing towards a chair.

Michelle didn't say a word as she quietly sat down in one of the chairs by the table. The agent sat in front of her on the other side of the table. He brought with him the many files he was carrying.

“So the wife of the fearsome God of Mischief? Must be quite the story of how you ended up with him.” He said, making small talk.

Michelle chuckled at his bland attempt to make her open up.

“Nice try. You already have my files. Why not show me what I already know?” She asked, raising a brow.

Mobius smiled at her, clearly impressed with her.

“I see already why he liked you.” He replied, before powering up the projector and turning a few knobs on the machine.

A black screen appeared as he began to go through her life.

“Michelle Signy Odursdottir, born in the realm of Vanaheim, the youngest of five siblings.”

Michelle watched as the moving image of her family appeared.

“Never had a chance for the crown, but you found other ways to obtain royal status it seems.” He continued, showing her the moving image of a young Loki and her riding through the forests of Asgard, mischievous smiles coating their faces.

“Do you think I knew that I would capture his heart? We were children who loved to adventure and cause some trouble. Truthfully I am shocked that Odin blessed our marriage after the stress we put on him in our youth.” She sighed.

“Yeah, stealing a horse with him to ride around the meadows of Asgard with your arms wrapped around his waist truly didn’t make his day.” Mobius replied, not believing her.

“We were children. There was nothing but fun and games. No romance.” She denied.

“Right…” Mobius replied as he fast forwarded to her teenage years.

It was the night of the annual ball. There she was in her slim deep purple gown. She watched her husband walk up to her and hold out a hand for her to grasp.

“Would you care to dance, my Lady?” He smiled,

Michelle saw herself smile and grasp his hand.

“Gladly my Prince.” She replied before Loki led her out onto the dance floor.

“Well, right here I see love blossoming from something small. And that love made something bigger from the dirt. You would be surprised Michelle. Loki and you have been through a lot together in almost every timeline." Mobius said.

She raised a brow, not exactly believing his words. The agent smiled as he flipped through to the next file.

“That dance led to your marriage a few years later. And then, you lost him.” He continued as he fast forwarded from her marriage to her sitting in their bed, weeping into her hands, “After years of mourning, your brother-in-law tells you your husband was alive, but he was attacking innocent civilians on Earth which caused you to force him back to Asgard only to lose him once more.”

Michelle watched the feed speed forward to her visits to the dungeons.

“You had your first fight, which didn’t help when he was busted out to help Thor save Jane Foster from the Aether. And again, he dies only to reappear as the All-Father. You both rekindle the flame you had lost in Sakaar after Hela shot you both out of the Bifrost. Thor comes to Sakaar, breaks out with your help and a Valkyrie that had tried to forget about her past. Your husband betrays you all again only to redeem himself by bringing the shuttle for your people. Ragnarok is fulfilled, and you chart a course for Earth only to be intercepted by the Mad Titan, who kills half of the Asgardians. And in turn-” Mobius said, only for Michelle to stop him.

“No…” “I cannot relive that.” She begged.

The Agent nodded, respecting her sorrow.

“And now you are here after using a Pym particle to retrieve your husband from the past so you can have your happily ever after.” He finished,

Michelle glared at him.

“So the TVA wishes for me to suffer?” She asked,

Mobius shook his head.

“We only want for you to live your timeline correctly, Michelle. He is supposed to die. You are supposed to move on-”

He was only interrupted by her, “No, I will never stop loving Loki.”

Mobius smiled as she realized what she admitted.

“Silvertongue.” She growled as he got towards his feet.

“Well, your husband is the real one. Let’s go see him.” He said, offering her his hand.

She took it, and they walked out of the Theatre Room. Walking towards the elevator, they rode up towards the office floor. Mobius led her out of the elevator and towards the cubicles. Michelle swallowed deeply as her nerves began to get the best of her. It had been five years since she had seen him last, talked to him even.

How would this turn of events go? Would he remember her?

The TVA agent walked up to a desk stationed in the corner of the room. Her breath hitched as she laid eyes on her husband for the first time in five years. Oh Norns...words could never describe how she felt. She knew this wasn’t her Loki. This was the broken and desperate shell of her lost love, the one that had killed and maimed for power and glory. And all for a seat of power. He still had a long way to go before he became the man she was proud of. But she knew he could do it again, and she would be there to see every moment of progress.

“Loki, there is someone here to meet you. I think they can help us solve the mission file.” Mobius said as he stood in front of her, blocking Michelle from Loki’s view.

She heard her husband chuckle maliciously in reply.

“And who could that possibly be?” He challenged him.

Michelle felt tears well up in her eyes as memories replayed in her head. It had been too long since she had heard that voice.

“You would be shocked.” Mobius commented as he took a step sideways, revealing her to her husband.

She watched his eyes grow wide, fear and surprise covering his face as it paled. He was studying her attire intricately, noticing the TVA jumpsuit.

“Hello Loki.” She muttered as a small smile covered her face.

The trickster focused his attention back towards Mobius, shooting out of his chair like a lightning bolt. He bore down onto the agent, a rage like none Michelle had ever seen before written on his face.

“You half wit imbecile! How dare you take my wife for your own personal gain!" He snarled.

Michelle’s eyes grew wide as she quickly put herself between her husband and Mobius.

"Loki stop! Mobius wasn't the one that brought me here! He saved me from getting reset!"

Her husband looked at her in horror.

"They tried what?" He questioned a new level of anger embedded within his tone.

She shook her head, knowing this would get nowhere. Her mind flooded back to the times he would rage, pacing and threatening everything and everyone around him. He was a fire you couldn't put out. Michelle knew there were only a couple of people who could calm his inferno, Frigga and her. Now at this moment, she needed to quickly douse the flames of his fire.

"Hey," She said softly, laying a hand on his cheek.

Loki looked at her, his eyes like a scared child's, lost and misguided,

"Everything is alright. Just focus on me, and we'll get through this together."

Her husband nodded as his hand grasped her own tightly.

"I'm sorry, my love, for everything." He mumbled in defeat.

She knew he spoke of the Battle of Manhattan and his actions towards her before that point. Michelle smiled, seeing this as a new beginning.

"Jeg tilgir deg, my King. Now, breathe and calm yourself before we continue." She ordered gently.

The trickster smiled softly as he replied, “Yes, my Queen. I promise not to betray your trust ever again.”

Michelle smiled, knowing that wasn’t going to last long, but she loved his passion and care for her. There was a small change that had worked inside him. Michelle could see it blooming ever so slowly. Her smile grew bigger as he leaned in, kissing her lips intimately. She could feel the spark inside her reigniting. Five years of grief were melting away in one kiss. They pulled away, inches apart. Her husband smiled down at her, true happiness radiating from his eyes.

“This truly is a touching moment, and I hate to interrupt it,” Both Loki and Michelle turned towards Mobius, who was still watching them, “But we need to get moving if we are going to find the variant threatening the TVA.”

The God of Mischief sighed, annoyance lacing his tone as he replied, “You couldn’t give us more than a mere minute?”

A small smile covered Michelle’s face at his quip. She kissed his cheek, catching his attention back towards her.

“It’s alright. Besides, we’ll have more time together on the mission to talk.”

Loki smirked before nodding in agreement.

“But first let’s get you out of that drabby jumpsuit and into something more equipped for this assignment.” Mobius spoke up, waving for her to follow him.

She nodded and pulled away from her husband, only for him to grasp her hand. Michelle looked at him in surprise.

“Hurry back, petal.” He whispered.

She smiled before replying, “I will. Wait for me, and I’ll be there.”

The trickster gave her a toothy smile before letting go of her hand. Michelle walked away with Mobius.

Once they were out of the room he spoke, “He truly loves you. I see it in his eyes.”

Michelle smiled at him as she lightly chuckled.

“Thank you for reuniting us.”

The TVA agent turned towards her.

“You’re welcome. It’s always good to see a young couple get their happily ever after.” He said before continuing to walk down the hallway.

Michelle looked at the TVA down below her, the smile never leaving her face.

“Yes, happily ever after.” She replied softly before following him down the hall.

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shelleylovesloki · 5 months

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I haven't watched the final episode yet. But when I saw the outfit from ep. 6 through gifs I immediately thought it looked like a bunch of blankets wrapped around him.😑

The horns were cool though. 😒😮‍💨🤝

All of us: “We want Loki in his green cape and horns again!”

*The season 2 finale happens”

All of us: “Not like that!”

#Loki #I’m still not ok #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #marvel cinematic universe #loki series #god of mischief #god of stories #disappointed

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shelleylovesloki · 1 year

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OH MY GOSH THEY’RE RIGHT! Does this mean that I never stopped loving the same character just as another actor? My head hurts thinking about this.😅🤣

#loki #tom hiddleston #finn mcmissile #cars 2 #marvel #twitter #loki fangirl #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #i am confusion #i cannot believe my eyes #loki friggason #arrghh

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Warped Reality

Summary: Being a student at the Sanctum Sanctorum is never easy, especially when there is a group of rogue sorcerers led by a mad man on the lose. Rose (Michelle) and Rachel never thought their lives could become any more chaotic. But when Rachel is given an assignment to hunt down Amadeus Rainer, a rogue sorcerer from the Sanctum, their lives both take a drastic turn. Besides a band of evil sorcerers, they are pulled into the mission to retrieve an infinity stone with the potential to open other realms. But while on this mission, past traumas are reopened, powers rediscovered, and realities reshaped in ways that both women never could have imagined. And with the help of a certain God of Mischief, the three sorcerers run into an ancient prophecy that could open up their universe to a villain that reshapes the understanding of magic itself.

Chapter 6: The Start of a Long Journey

It was too early for this.

Michelle was never a morning person, preferring her beauty rest over everything else. But for Dr. Strange’s sake, she would be a morning riser for just this once. The meeting was supposed to start in five minutes, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. There was no desire for her to take on an assignment to find a person she had a strange feeling towards, especially since they barely knew each other. Her foot tapped against the dark hardwood floor as she waited for Rachel to answer.

“Rachel, are you almost ready? We’ve got three minutes before the meeting!” She called, starting to grow impatient.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Rachel in her Sanctum robes, ready for the day.

Michelle smiled as she jokingly mocked, “Took you long enough.”

Rachel sighed as she rolled her green eyes.

“Very funny Michelle.”

The young sorceress looked over her clothing.

Michelle raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What is it?” She asked in confusion.

”I just never get why you refuse to wear the Sanctum robes. You’ve never really told me the true reason.” Rachel asked as she shut her door before they walked down the darkened hallways, shining with late morning light.

Michelle tensed up as she looked down at her hands, which were beginning to shake uncontrollably.

The tattoos lit up a deep purple as she stammered, “I-I am not like you, Rachel… I made my own uniform because...I feel trapped here in this place. The Sanctum Sanctorum is not my home. I’m a born and raised witch, not a sorceress that follows the magical arts. That uniform, these teachings we follow, they’re not me. And the uniform change just helps me to feel more at home with myself. That’s all.”

Michelle looked away in embarrassment.

“Oh Rose…” Rachel said sadly.

Michelle shook her head.

“Let’s just get to the meeting so I can try to weasel my way out of this predicament.” She interrupted, walking faster down the hall.

Rachel jogged to catch up to her.

Michelle turned and pushed open the old deep maroon wooden doors. Inside stood Strange, Wong, and Mordo talking about plans to possibly return Amadeus to the Sanctuary.

Doctor Strange was the first to notice their presence.

“I know that face Rose. You are not getting out of this one.” Strange said as he turned towards them both.

Michelle’s shoulders slumped.

“But Dr. Strange-” She protested only for the Sorcerer Supreme to cut her off, holding his hand up.

Michelle pouted her lips as she crossed her arms defiantly over her chest.

“We need your abilities Rose. You are necessary to this mission.” Mordo said.

“So I’m just a tool you can use to your every whim?” She frowned as a hand rested gently on her shoulder.

Michelle turned to see Rachel looking at her, shaking her head. A silent plea for her to stop.

The young witch pursed her lips tightly as her face turned a slight shade of red in protest.

“You are not a tool, Silver Witch. You are a part of the equation to help us right the wrongs happening right now.” Wong said.

Michelle frowned at him.

“That does not make it sound any better Wong.” She replied unamused.

“Okay, can we just start this meeting before a brawl breaks out.” Rachel demanded.

Everyone looked at her before returning to the map of New York City. Strange waved the two girls forward.

Michelle and Rachel slowly came towards the mahogany table. Spread out over the top of the deep wooden table was a map of New York City. Mordo put his hand over it and the map became 3D, rising before their eyes. Michelle could see the skyscrapers, the Sanctum Sanctorum, the movie theater down the block, and the hot dog cart where she would get her lunch every Monday from a kind elder gentleman named Stan.

“The last sighting of Amadeus was a few blocks away by a local cafe on the south side of Manhattan. We haven’t been able to pinpoint his location since then.” Mordo said.

“Did you send out rookies?” Michelle asked knowingly.

“All of the skilled sorcerer’s were on tasks. We had to give the trainee’s a chance.” Wong replied unamused at getting called out for his lack of wisdom.

Michelle rolled her eyes.

“If they are not trained for this sort of task, then you won’t get anything. The last time I saw the magic trail was when we found Rachel on the apartment building roof in Manhattan. At this point Amadeus could be anywhere within the city, and that is a lot of ground to cover.” She commented.

“Which is why we need you to scour the area with Rachel. Search the Manhattan area for clues as to where he has gone and report back what you have found out.” Strange said.

“And what if he isn’t in Manhattan?” Rachel asked.

Michelle looked at her.

There was something she was keeping to herself. She could sense it.

“Then we’ll search the other metropolitan areas as well until we pinpoint an exact location.” Mordo said.

“And then you find out he has left the country. That isn’t a very good plan.” Michelle said.

“Then what would you suggest Rose?” Dr. Strange asked her.

Michelle looked at the Sorcerer Supreme. She returned her attention to the map.

“Spread the search to all parts of New York. Send out groups of young trainee’s to scout the location’s he has last been seen. And telling the Avengers about our little problem couldn’t hurt as well.” She suggested.

“Amadeus isn’t an Avengers level threat.” Strange replied.

“And the Sanctuary didn’t think Loki was an Avengers level threat until he laid waste to a third of Manhattan with an alien army. Don’t underestimate ambitious men, Doctor. Their ego over-drives their will making them a force to be reckoned with. You made this mistake once, don’t make it again.” She said putting the sorcerer’s in their place.

None of them said a word.

Michelle put a loose strand of her light brown hair behind her ear as she waited for them to regain their soiled pride. The Cloak of Levitation ruffled her hair in approval, making her smile.

“Both of you start looking around the Manhattan area. We will choose groups to go around the other metropolitan areas. If you find anything, report back immediately. Good luck.” Strange said.

Michelle and Rachel nodded and walked out of the room.

“You looked like you knew something about Amadeus’ location in the meeting room.” Michelle commented.

Rachel paled before she looked at her.

“It’s nothing. I’ll tell you when we are out of the Sanctum.” She said,

Michelle nodded and followed her to the door. The two women walked out onto the street.

“So where do we start?” Rachel asked.

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shelleylovesloki · 1 year

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Just started using it a few months ago. Although I've had the account for over a year. 🤣

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Warped Reality

Chapter 5: Bullies

Rachel looked into the mirror as she brushed her brown hair. Soft beams of light reflected off her hair, giving it a subtle shade of red. She moved her hair back letting it fall just beneath her shoulders. She couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. It had taken her a couple hours for her head to clear up. Two years of learning at the Sanctum, and still she was barely able to defend herself.

A knock came from the door. Rachel was surprised since not many stopped by her room. She set down her brush and moved to the door. The door was only cracked open when Amadeus Rainer rushed into the room and pushed her against the wall. He clamped a hand over her mouth and waved toward the door. Slowly the door shut and locked. How had he gotten the drop on her again? “I’m going to let go of your mouth, but you can’t scream.” Amadeus said softly. Rachel nodded and he released her mouth.

The strange man looked around her quarters with curiosity. “Don’t worry, if your friend, Rose, needs in, she can easily unlock the door. This is a nice room. Kind of simple, but it’s homey.”

Rachel frowned. She’d have enough. “What do you want?”

“I want my jacket back.” he answered without looking back at her.

The sorceress’s mouth opened in shock. “Are you serious?”

Amadeus raised his eyebrows. “Yes, I want the overcoat. It’s very expensive.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. She walked to her closet, opened it up and pulled out the overcoat and tossed it to Amadeus. He opened a small portal and tossed it through. He clasped his hands together and looked back at Rachel. “Now,” he said, “I was wondering if you’d like to get a cup of coffee. I know this place with a great view of that one tower where the aliens came from.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Rachel said in disbelief.

“Shhhhh.” Amadeus whispered. “Your neighbors are not morning people.”

She couldn’t believe this. First he leaves her stranded on a rooftop. Then, he shows up in her own living space, and now he wants to talk. He had to be insane.

“So,” he said tilting his head. “Are you coming? You don’t have to have coffee. They have other things there, too.”

She threw up her hands in defeat. Amadeus opened up a dark ringed portal opening out to a main sidewalk.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You know I’m supposed to turn you in, right?”

Amadeus smiled at her with a seemingly innocent smile. “I know,” he reached out his hand. “We should hurry. They get busy in a few minutes.”

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Amadeus sat back in his chair as he sipped from his coffee. Rachel watched him anxiously as she stirred at her own untouched cup. She’s always so tense. He thought to himself.

After a few more minutes of silence, Rachel finally spoke up. “Why did you bring me here?”

“They have good coffee.” Amadeus said simply. “I thought you’d like it.”

“No,” she responded “Why even come to me in the first place?”

The young man paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Do you know what the infinity stones are?” Rachel nodded. “There are six infinity stones: time, space, power, soul, mind, and reality. Strange does what he calls protecting the time stone by wearing it around his neck. The Avengers put the mind stone in the head of some robot, the space stone is supposedly in Odin’s treasure room, and who knows where the others are. Sure, the Avengers might be able to handle themselves, and maybe Strange isn’t a complete idiot, but Strange can’t guarantee the safety of the other stones.”

Amadeus stared into Rachel’s pale green eyes. How much of what he was saying did she understand? It was a lot of information, sure, but she had to at least understand what he was talking about so far. Suddenly, his face changed from a look of intensity to one of curiosity. “Do you know why Doctor Strange sent you after me?”

Rachel was caught off guard by his question. His stare made her uneasy, but there was softness in his face that was oddly comforting. “He said that you were dangerous.”

“Of course he did.” he chuckled. “He wants me under custody because I’ve gone searching into things he doesn’t want to come into light.”

Rachel knitted her eyebrows. “What did you find?”

Amadeus looked around. He became nervous, and his voice became quiet. “I’ve gotten closer to finding the location of the reality stone.”

The young woman looked at him in shock. “Why would you go looking for something like that?”

“Like I said, the Sanctums guard only one of the six infinity stones. What stops someone from taking the others. Even a force with two stones would overpower anything we could throw at them.”

“And you think you’d be able to handle keeping after the reality stone?”

Amadeus shrugged. “I have more knowledge of it than nearly anyone who knows it exists.”

Rachel leaned forward. He had her interest. “But how can we know you won’t use it against us?”

“I made an oath to protect this world. My world.” Amadeus said plainly.

“And why tell me all this?”

Amadeus's head tilted to the side. His eyes pierced into Rachel’s. “Because I trust you.”

“You know that I’m going to tell my partner what you told me, right?”

He smiled wide. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He looked around again. Then, over Rachel’s shoulder. “We have to leave.” he said, placing a small pile of twenty dollar bills on the table. His tone was urgent. “Follow me and do as I say.”

Slowly, Rachel stood to her feet and walked beside him. Amadeus put an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Put your head on my shoulder.” He was surprised when she cautiously complied. He turned his head back to her ear. “There are three men following us. Don’t look back at them. Follow my lead.” Casually, he kissed her forehead and continued walking, hoping she would help play along. Out of the corner of his eye, Amadeus could see the men, each with a swirled tattoo on their arms.

His free hand lowered by his side, releasing a thick wall of fog. Amadeus immediately took his arm away from Rachel’s shoulder and grabbed her wrist, dragging her into an alleyway. He helped her up a fire escape and climbed up himself.

Amadeus stared out to the main street. His gray eyes burned as he saw the three men looking around frantically. One of them yelled inaudibly at the others. The leader hailed a taxi cab. They took one more look around and entered the cab.

The two dropped down to the ground. Amadeus smiled as he looked out towards the alley’s opening. “Well, that was fun.”

Turning back to Rachel, he took a leather with an amber stone hanging from it. He placed the cord around her neck. He held up the crystal-like rock in front of her. His voice deepened to a quiet and sincere tone. “When this glows, close your hand around it and concentrate. I have to go now.”

The young woman looked down bewildered at the necklace and back up to Amadeus. “Wait, I’m not just going to let you go!” she called.

He stopped without looking back. His lips curved to a small grin. “Yes, you are.”

Rachel was getting flustered. He could tell. “Look, just because you’re charming doesn’t mean that I-”

Amadeus turned around, looking at the sorceress in amusement. “You think that I’m charming?”

Rachel’s mouth gaped open. He had her speechless. She attempted to stammer out something, but couldn’t find the words as Amadeus walked closer. His cool grey eyes pierced her pale green. Amadeus couldn’t take her eyes off her. “You are truly beautiful.” He took her chin in his hand and brought her lips to his. Rachel looked up at him in surprise as he slowly pulled away. “It’s time to go now.”

Without another word, he pushed Rachel through the portal that opened behind her. He looked as she looked around confused to find herself in her room. He closed the portal as a knock sounded from the door.

I didn’t think that would work. Amadeus thought to himself. Hopefully she believed what he told her. It would be useful to have someone on his side. A familiar figure ran past the alley way. It was a brown haired boy, no older than fifteen. Behind him came a voice of another teenager. “Get back here, puny Parker!”

Amadeus stepped out in front of the bully. It was a blonde headed kid, much larger than his victim. The sorcerer looked at the boy with a warning stare. “Is there a problem?”

The young teen looked up at him in fear. “N-no, sir.”

“Good.” he smiled. “Now, go home!” Without another word, the boy ran off. Amadeus turned to the boy that had been chased that was now sitting leaning against the side of a store to catch his breath. “Are you okay, Peter?”

Peter nodded frantically. “I’m fine. Flash was just giving me a hard time. That’s all.”

Amadeus crossed his arms. “It seemed more than just a hard time. How are Ben and May?”

“They’re fine.” Peter replied.

Amadeus looked down and saw a piece of paper in Peter’s hand. “What’s that?” he asked, snatching it from the boy’s hand. “A field trip to ESU?”

“Our science teacher is a friend of Doctor Curt Connors.” Peter answered. “Doctor Connors has been working on a new spider hybrid. His research could lead to huge advancements in genetics!”

“That’s impressive.” Amadeus smiled. “Here, I’ll make sure you’ll make it to the subway safely. Wouldn’t want to make your aunt and uncle worry.”

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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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Taking jesters out of government was the biggest mistake we ever made. Every single person in any position of power should be followed around by someone who’s job is to insultingly point out the flaws in every single thing they say and do.

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It does help me forget for a while at least.😮‍💨😂

Why is this so true?

Meme made by Inknopewetrust

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"I live within whatever path I choose." -Loki (The Loki Series)

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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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"Not even the underworld holds chaos too long." -Loki (Warped Reality)

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Warped Reality

Chapter 4: Stolen Identity

Walking through the streets of New York, Michelle kept even pace with Dr. Strange. So many questions flowed through her head that needed answers.

“So what has happened to Rachel?” She asked the Sorcerer Supreme.

Strange looked at her from the corner of his eye.

“I do not know.” He replied bluntly.

Michelle raised a brow at him.

“Then why bring me out of the Sanctum?” She asked.

“Like I said before, Rose, you are the only student here skilled in more than one form of magic. You have power like no other here at the Sanctum.” He explained,

“Besides you.” Michelle muttered, annoyance dripping from her tone.

“I heard that.” Strange monotoned,

A red tint covered her cheeks as she apologized.

“It’s alright. You have every right to be annoyed. I haven’t really told you much.” Strange said as they passed by strangers on the street.

Michelle weaved through the citizens of New York City as she followed beside the Master of the Mystic Arts.

“I have spotted a beacon on the other side of the city. I have no clue as to its purpose, but at the same time I am worried about its meaning.” The Sorcerer Supreme replied after a seconds pause.

Michelle wasn’t fooled by his twisted words.

“You think it has something to do with Rachel? Do you?” She asked as a man with a brief case gave her a strange look.

She rolled her eyes as she ignored him. It wasn’t everyday you saw two sorcerer’s march through New York in the open. But no one had an issue when the Avengers went on their excursions.

“Yes,” Strange sighed as he finally spoke up, “Yes I do.”

There was silence for a moment as they came to a crosswalk. The Doctor pressed the button on the pole before looking at her.

“You knew Amadeus long ago, didn’t you?”

Michelle looked at the Sorcerer Supreme with a warning written in her eyes.

“Yes...I did. We were never close though. There was something off about him each time I would run into him, an unaired darkness of sorts. But it was not like Kaecilius or his followers. Those guys gave me the creeps. It was more chaotic than world ending, like he was hiding something from the world.” Michelle said as she got lost in her own world.

The orange hand turned to the walking white stick figure, and Strange grabbed her wrist to pull her forward across the road. Horns blared and people chattered as they walked across the street. Michelle looked up to see a strange beacon of white light that lit up the cloudy sky from behind a few skyscrapers. How not one of the pedestrians noticed it was beyond her. The beacon was a few blocks away.

“You expect us to walk the whole way down there?” She asked him.

The Doctor looked at her.

“You wanna take a cab?” He asked sarcastically.

“I’m good.” Michelle replied bluntly as the sorcerer released her wrist.

They walked for a little while in silence before the Sorcerer Supreme spoke, “So you were never friends with Amadeus?”

Michelle shook her head.

“No, Rachel and I never tried to befriend him. Besides, I was too caught up in trying to figure out my own demons than to try and make new friends at the Sanctum. It’s hard to interact with others anyway when you are going through an identity crisis.” She said, rubbing the back of her head timidly.

The bumps of her fishtail braid ran under her hand.

Strange nodded,

“I had no idea. Did you try to find some help for it?” He asked.

Michelle shook her head.

“No. I felt as if no one would listen no matter what I said. I mean who would listen to a witch trying to find her roots who rebels against the Sanctum teachings? Not very many in my mind. I mean, I did tell Rachel some of the crap I was going through and Sage as well, but I still felt utterly and numbly alone in the world.” Michelle said as her voice became quiet, almost closed off.

“I will not pry. I’m just glad you got through the pain yourself. Lots of people have trouble navigating their sea of emotions.” Strange replied.

“Well, I’m used to taking on the world alone since I was placed in that orphanage many years ago. It wasn’t much to me.” She said writing off how she truly felt.

“You are truly a great liar, Rose. You would put others to shame.” Strange commented, making her sigh.

“I’m serious, Doctor. I was alright.” She argued as they turned down the street into an alleyway.

“And so am I. No one just bottles up their feelings and doesn’t implode at some point. So when did you?” He asked her as they stopped by a ladder to the rooftops.

Michelle quickly put a cloaking spell over them both as she replied, “Can we discuss this later?”

Strange shook his head.

“You need to hear it. The lies, the mischievous antics, the careless attitude, Rose, you and I know you are hurting. This personality you have created for yourself will not shield the vulnerable hurting girl inside you. It will only mask it. I know you want to be the daughter your parents would have seen grow up, but you need to face the truth. They are gone. No matter how much magic you study and how many tattoos you get to commemorate their memory, you will never be whole.” Strange replied.

Michelle pursed her lips as she forced away the tears.

“I am done with this conversation, Doctor. Let’s just find Rachel so we can head back to the Sanctum.” She said softly before climbing the metal rungs of the ladder.

When they reached the top of the building, the first thing Michelle saw was a trench coat. She frowned and squinted her eyes to see Rachel under the article of clothing. Her eyes grew wide.

“Rachel!” She yelled as Strange and her ran to the young woman’s side.

The Sorcerer Supreme knelt down to assess her for any wounds.

“She’s alright. Just asleep.” He said waving for her to come closer.

Michelle knelt down beside him.

“Can you lift the magic?” He asked her.

Michelle nodded and slowly put her hand over Rachel. Her tattoos lit up a deep purple as purple wisps flew out of her fingertips. The light went into Rachel causing her eyes to fly open. Strange kept her steady as Michelle pulled away from her. The beacon slowly began to fade around them, the white glow fading into an inky darkness.

“It’s alright Rachel.” Strange said as he calmed down the heavily breathing student.

She looked at him.

“Doctor Strange, I almost had him, but he bested me.” She replied, her tone deeply upset.

“It’s alright Rachel. We can find another way.” Strange replied.

Michelle looked around for any clues as to where he could have gone. Her eyes glowed a deep purple as she used her sight to find clues. Footprints lit up a deep purple around her, but most of them went towards the other side of the building. She got to her feet as she began to follow them.

Strange watched her curiously.

“Rose, what are you-”

Rachel put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Michelle walked over to the other side of the building and peered over the edge. What she saw confirmed her suspicions. A circle of purple magic floated below her. He had teleported away.

“He’s gone. Teleported away to who knows where at this point.” She commented as she walked back over to the two, her eyes returning to their normal brown.

Strange looked down in thought.

“I’ll have to discuss this with Wong and Mordo before we plan our next move.” He said quietly to himself.

“So am I free to return to class now?” Michelle asked, trying to get out of what she knew to be coming.

Dr. Strange looked at her knowingly.

“No Rose, I need Rachel and you to come with me to this meeting. You are now both involved in this assignment.”

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Considering I have a Loki tsum tsum this would be accurate if I had a boyfriend and the roles were switched.👍😂

Dr. Jane Foster is the best 🥰

#loki #tsum tsum #loki god of mischief #loki fangirl #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason

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Time in Flames

Warnings: Character Death, Cursing

Chapter 3: The Deal

What was left of Estrid’s scream left her mouth as the soldier shot her once more with the gun that had froze her in the first place. The young princess collapsed to the floor, her vision dancing with stars. Lights blinded her as she slowly lifted her head off of the hard concrete surface. Footsteps sounded in front of her as a moan left the woman's mouth. By Estrid’s best guess, there was another presence other than the man and woman who had taken her ungracefully away from Asgard.

“Agent Mobius, she is secure like you asked, sir. Although, there was some resistance before transport.” The man’s voice said from nearby.

Her head tilted up as her arms let her slowly lift herself into a sitting position.

“As long as she has arrived unharmed. Her profile said she was…unstable.” Another male voice said.

Estrid could tell he was nervous, his demeanor and tone radiating unease at her presence. Her vision finally began to clear revealing a man with salt and pepper hair spiked with hair gel and a mustache on his upper lip to match. His blue eyes turned to her, noticing her attention on him. Estrid glared at him, her lips curling into a snarl.

He had ordered them to take her away from her home.

She was here and not with her fiance because of this Agent Mobius.

The soldiers beside him turned towards her, their hands immediately grasping their weapons. One was holding the gun while another held a baton that glowed an eerie orange.

“Hold your fire! Don’t attack!” The man named Mobius commanded, standing in front of her to block the soldier's aim.

Estrid slowly rose to her feet, her head pounding almost as fiercely as her heart. Her brown eyes glowed an almost hazel tone in the lamplight as she glared at the three.

“You imbeciles think you can keep me here? I will burn this place to the ground and watch you burn with it!” She snarled in Old Norse.

The female soldier frowned, her brow knitting in confusion.

“What is she saying?” She asked Mobius.

The Agent only smiled as he stared at Estrid.

“What you’d expect her to say.” He slowly began to walk up to her, and Estrid continued to watch him.

He pulled out a remote and clicked a button. The young woman felt a buzzing sensation around her neck and reached toward the originator of the problem. There was a collar fastened around her throat. An electric energy seemed to emit from the little electronic box at the end of the leather and metal device.

“Leave us. She won’t cause that much harm with the collar around her neck.”

Estrid stared daggers into the two soldiers who put away their weapons and left the room.

Once the doors shut behind them, Mobius spoke once more, “Estrid Michelle Sigrid Odrsdottir. Second in line to the throne of Vanaheim and ex-fiance to Loki Laufeyson.”

Estrid’s attention shifted at the sound of Loki’s name, let alone the sound of ex in front of the title fiance. The mind altering numbness was returning to taunt her like a bad dream as she watched Mobius sit down in a nearby chair. Her hand involuntarily went to her chest only to find nothing there. Her face paled as nausea began to gnaw at her stomach.

Where was it? No. They couldn’t have taken it. They wouldn’t.

Estrid’s eyes grew wide as her breathing became uneven, the breaths shallow and fast.

“Looking for this?” Mobius said, making her look at him.

Hanging on his fingers was a gold chain with a beautiful silver and gold banded wedding ring attached. There were two gems protruding from the center, a amethyst and an emerald. It was Loki’s and her colors. Seeing her engagement ring in his hand made Estrid snap, launching forward with only one goal in mind. The agent only clicked a button on his remote, sending a shockwave through the young Vanir.

She screamed in pain as her body convulsed from the electricity that began coursing through her veins. Estrid fell to the floor like a limp doll, her head centimeters away from hitting the concrete. After a few moments, the shock finally stopped letting her catch her breath. Footsteps sounded from above her, causing her to look up out of breath.

The Agent stared down at her unamused but not exactly enjoying what he had just done.

“Are you done?” He asked like a parent silently reprimanding a small child.

Estrid gritted her teeth as she reached to swipe the necklace from his hand. Mobius only moved it out of her grasp.

“Ah! Not so fast.” He monotoned lightly causing the princess to snarl.

“Bacraut! Return my property or you shall pay!”

Mobius tsked as he looked down at her.

“Language, Princess Michelle. I just have a few questions for you. Then I will return your engagement ring. I promise.” He said softly as he knelt down beside her, offering her his hand.

She glared at him and the hand he was now offering for her to take.

Slapping his hand away and slowly getting to her feet, she replied, “Don’t call me that. You don’t deserve to.”

Mobius retracted his hand and shrugged.

“Fine. Then what shall I call you?” He asked, pocketing her ring.

“Estrid. You deserve no more than that for stealing my property and taking me away from my home!” She snarled

“Alright then Estrid. Let us get down to business.” He said, gesturing towards the nearby chairs underneath a table.

The princess silently complied and followed him over to the table and chairs. Taking a seat in front of him, she watched him open up a folder with her picture attached to the front. It was her mugshot. They must have taken it when she was frozen in time.

She could only catch a few details attached to the mugshot, like her age, sex, birthright, etc. Estrid felt like a prisoner in a cell and technically she was. She clasped her hands together upon the surface of the table, staring down the agent intently. If they wouldn’t be forthcoming with her, she was just going to have to get the information one way or another.

Mobius didn’t trust her, but he radiated a desperate man who was in need of something. That was why they had taken her. Well, besides the timeline debacle at least.

“What do you plan to do with me? You seem pretty eager to put me to work through your meager manipulation. Must be important.” She said

Mobius smiled softly before staring back up at her. His blue eyes stared into her light brown orbs.

“You catch on fast, but I am not shocked. We’ll get to that part after your interrogation. But first-”

He leaned towards her, reaching out and swiftly plucking one of her brownish-red hairs before Estrid could react.

“Ouch! What was that for?” She commanded, glaring once more.

“For your Time File. I need a branch of DNA to make the system register your line.” He said putting the long hair into the machine nearby.

Estrid watched him curiously. She watched as the contraption sort through the components of her hair and projected a glowing purple door in front of both Mobius and her.

“After you.” He gestured with a polite smile toward the purple doorway.

Estrid growled and slowly got up from her chair. She walked toward the door, stopping curiously in front of the digital looking entryway. Slowly sticking her hand in, it quickly went through, shocking the young Vanir woman. She removed her hand, pinning it toward her chest before feeling fabric on her wrist. Looking down, she saw a part of an old dress she had worn in her younger years. Returning her gaze back on the door, she took a shallow breath before walking through. Estrid cried out as she came out the other side and was amazed to find herself back in Asgard.

She was out in the Courtyard of the palace to be exact. Estrid looked down and gasped to see herself in the beautiful Vanir gown she had worn the day she had arrived in Asgard. Her mind suddenly drifted to the scene she could remember within this garden. Looking up, she saw the fountain and to her right was Loki, his nose in a novel walking in her direction. Her heart stopped at seeing her deceased fiancé for the first time in years.

Oh how she yearned for more time with him. But instead of running to him like she wanted to, she turned towards the fountain. Walking over to the large stone fount, she sat upon its ledge, fiddling with her fingers. Borr, one the first All-Fathers of Asgard, stood over her in statue form, his likeness watching over her from afar.

An apple suddenly fell out of the tree above and hit her on the head, causing her to growl in pain. Rubbing her head, she began to bend down to pick up the apple, only for a hand to beat her to it. Estrid’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes met Loki’s deep green orbs.

“You seemed to drop this.”

She thanked him softly and took the fruit from his hand, only the trickster didn’t let go. Estrid raised a brow, confused at his action. Loki stared at her, his book held close to his chest. She noticed it was an old spellbook.

“You practice magic?” She pointed out, gesturing toward the novel.

Loki’s cheeks flushed a vibrant red before he replied, “I know a little yes.”

A bright smile crossed her pale make-up covered face.

“Seidr is my favorite pass-time at my home. I didn’t know Asgard was teaching their Princes its amazing prowess.”

The trickster chuckled uncomfortably.

“Well, not exactly. My mother teaches me what she knows. My brother on the other hand wants nothing to do with what my father calls “woman's magic” quote-on-quote.”

Estrid felt her expression change, disappointment coursing through her veins.

“Oh.” She said as he finally let go of the sweet fruit.

Estrid only dropped it back onto the ground, not caring much for the apple in her palm. Turning back towards the fountain, she went to sit back down on the ledge. Only she felt a hand, gingerly grasp her arm.

“Wait! I didn’t mean to offend you-”

The young prince tripped over her apple and slammed into the young Vanir princess, making Estrid gasp as she held onto his chest plate to stabilize herself. But that did little as the two lost their balance and fell into the fountain. Estrid squealed in surprise as she sat soaked in the water next to the young prince. She could remember this day perfectly.

It was exactly the same.

Loki was just as speechless as they sat without words in the water together. Estrid huffed and tried to get to her feet, only for her dress to pull her back down. Apologizing profusely, she felt him stand up beside her and help her out of the fountain. The young princess gasped as he lifted her into his arms. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck for support as he climbed out of the water. Once they were both on the concrete once more, the Prince of Asgard put her back on her feet. Dripping wet and embarrassed, she wrung out her brownish-red hair which had fallen out of its braid in the water.

“Here,” Loki said softly, waving a hand.

Estrid felt her clothing and hair dry, surprising her. She looked at the young prince, who was still sopping wet. He was picking up his spellbook, his pale face now red in his own embarrassment.

“I am sorry for disturbing you, princess.” He said with a small bow, refusing to look at her.

Loki quickly walked out of the Courtyard before she could say another word. It was their first meeting.

After falling into the fountain and drying her off, Estrid had found herself smitten for the younger Prince of Asgard. It had been an ironic meeting that should have driven her away from him. Instead, she was touched by his kindness after accidentally shoving her into the fountain. That action had blossomed their relationship for the future.

The scene suddenly shifted to the Asgardian palace. She was leaning on her balcony. By her estimation, it had been almost three months since the day she had met Loki. Ever since then, she had not seen the raven haired prince.

Thor was everywhere, greeting her, trying to get her to join him and his friends for an outing. But Estrid never wished to be around them. Thor was a nice guy. She just couldn’t see him that way.

Looking up at the stars, she was mesmerized by their beauty. There was something about those sparkling diamonds in the sky that drew her attention upward, her eyes always sparkling with amazement at their shine.

“The stars are beautiful tonight.” A smooth voice interrupted from behind.

Estrid turned in surprise to see Loki standing a few feet away from her, a timid look upon his face as his hands were clasped formally behind his back. The Vanir princess nervously bit her lip as she turned her full attention on him.

“What are you doing here, my prince?” She asked, keeping the formality between them both, unsure how exactly to react herself.

Loki stared at her, his gaze hard yet inviting.

“I wanted to talk to you regarding our incident within the Courtyard.”

Estrid shook her head before slowly beginning to walk toward him.

“Prince Loki-”

The young Asgardian only stopped her, slowly putting up his hand in a motion for her to stop.

She obeyed his command.

“I am truly sorry for what I have wrought upon you, Princess Estrid. My behavior was out of line. I understand if you wish not to see me again during your visit.”

Estrid pursed her lips as she quickly walked up to him.

Loki looked down at her, shocked at her frustration. Her gaze met his as her hand came towards his cheek. Grasping his face gently, she kissed him softly without words. But the trickster read the message clearly, slowly bringing one hand towards her cheek and the other around her waist.

Pulling away, Estrid looked at him, seeing his emerald orbs staring in anticipation for her next words. More than anything the osculation had left him confused.

“Your actions have not offended me, my prince. I was touched at how much you cared, and how you made sure the situation was rectified after. You have heart. And it has captured mine.” She admitted, making the God of Mischief’s eyes go wide.

He blinked in surprise, trying to fully assess her words.

“You…love me?” He questioned softly.

Estrid nodded, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Loki smiled, truly happy at this turn of events.

The scene shifted once again. Estrid felt her emotions beginning to get the better of her.

Why was Mobius making her relive these memories? Did he desire to torture her?

Suddenly the scene was in a grotto. She was standing by the same fountain in the Courtyard, only a magnificent garden had been erected there, filled with blooming flowers. Nearby a bench sat underneath a beautiful oak tree. It was her garden.

Loki had surprised her with the grotto on their one year anniversary. His mother Frigga had helped him convince his father to make a section of the ground their grotto as a gift. Estrid missed her everyday. Frigga was truly a light that shone in the dark, brightening everything around her. The garden symbolized their love and reminded her of the day they had met.

Sitting on the ledge of the fountain, she opened a book and began to practice her seid. As she worked on making a nearby flower bloom, Estrid had no idea who was quietly coming up behind her.

“There you are darling.” His voice said, making her smile softly and put down her spellbook.

Turning towards Loki, she saw he was dressed formally, not in his usual Asgardian armor. Estrid turned a brow up, trying to figure out why he was dressed in such a casual manner.

What was the occasion?

But she already knew.

This version of herself had yet to experience this event until now.

“Hello mischief.” She smiled as the trickster leaned in to kiss her, “Odin finally let you out of the meeting with the Light Elves?”

Getting to her feet, she dusted herself off.

Loki followed her lead as he replied, “Actually, Thor helped me sneak out. There was something that I needed to do.”

Estrid looked at him accusingly, knowing of his desire for mischief.

“Loki…what did you do?” She said like a parent calling out a child.

He chuckled in deep amusement at her response.

“It’s not what I did, Michelle, but what I am about to do.”

She looked at him, her hardened face softening at his words. The trickster took her hand in his, gently caressing her palm with his thumb. He slowly got on one knee, causing the Princess of Vanaheim to gasp, a hand covering her mouth.

“Estrid Michelle Sigrid Odrsdottir, I never thought to have found someone to love me for me. You are the light within the tunnel of darkness that has surrounded me in life. I could not ask for someone better to have helped me conquer that abyss. And now that we have been together for a part of our lives, I have realized that I want you to be with me for as long as we both live.”

Tears appeared in Estrid’s eyes as he pulled out the ring that was now on the necklace she wore around her neck in remembrance. It was beautiful. The dwarven craftsmanship was unlike any other smith within the Nine Realms. He must have gone to many lengths to have this ring forged.

“So, Michelle, my love. Will you marry me?” He asked her softly.

Removing her hand from over her mouth, Estrid nodded, happy tears freshly running down her smooth pale face.

“Yes. Of course I will.” She replied.

With a huge smile of his own, Loki took her into his arms, twirling her around in the grotto. His lips met hers with newfound love and excitement before setting her back onto the ground, gently pulling away. Holding up her left hand, Loki slid the ring onto her ring finger, making her his fiance. It was the last sweet moment within her life. That was the last memory that filled her being with giddiness and love. Estrid knew what happened next. She did not wish to relive it.

The scene changed once again to her dismay to a crowd of people all around her in the village square. She immediately shoved past them, desperately trying to get to her fiance and stop this madness. Once she had finally shoved herself to the front, the first thing she was met with was the block. It was clean, ready to start the day's executions.

Chains rattled from nearby, causing her attention to shift. What she saw shattered her heart. It was her fiance, his face bruised and bloodied from the abuse that the einherjar had inflicted upon him. She wanted to run up to him and take him away from Asgard, from Odin.

How could he kill his own son?

People began to boo and jeer around her as Loki was brought up to the block. His eyes which were once so vibrant and full of mischief were now dull and full of sorrow. It killed Estrid.

“Loki…Loki!” She screamed, running forward to try and stop the proceedings.

Her fiance looked up, eyes wide at her.

“Michelle…” He croaked, voice full of fear.

Einherjar sprung into action, grabbing her by the arms and holding her back. Shrieks began to leave her lips as she began to fight against them.

“Michelle…please.” He begged softly, his voice coarse and rough compared to its once smooth and gentle melody.

She wailed as she looked at him desperately, her bottom lip trembling and tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my love. We shall meet again. Hel shall allow it.” He reassured her as his head was forced onto the block.

“NO!” She cried as the executioner raised his axe.

“I love you, Michelle.” Loki said before the axe came crashing down.

Estrid wailed in agony as her legs collapsed out from under her. The guards followed, allowing her to fold into herself as she mourned her lover.

Odin had taken her life that day. And after his betrayal, Estrid vowed to have her revenge.

The scene went black as she came crashing out of the glowing purple doorway. She grunted as she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Footsteps quickly walked up to her as the doorway closed behind her. Hands helped her back to her feet, and Estrid looked up to see Mobius holding onto her.

“Why? Why would you have me relive that?” She demanded with agonizing emotion.

The agent looked down at her. His gaze was neutral but his eyes conveyed conviction.

“Because I needed to see if you were the right variant for the job.”

Her tears suddenly stopped as she stared at him.

“What?” She quietly asked.

Mobius smiled softly as he let her go.

“The TVA has lost a few variants after they were taken into our custody. We need a team of variants to track down these rogue variants, and I think you can help us find one of them.”

He explained, wiping away her tears, she softly asked, “What variant?”

Mobius pulled out a mugshot from his shoulder pocket and handed it to her. Estrid shakily took it, turning over the thick waxy photo in her slim fingers. To her horror it was her fiancé, only it wasn’t.

This Loki looked older, with slightly longer hair and a black goatee. His bluish-green eyes glared at the camera as his lips were pursed in rage.

“Your fiancé.” Mobius replied.

Estrid looked up at him and laughed loudly, her fingers clenching onto the photo tightly like it would incinerate in her hand.

“My fiancé is dead. I watched him die.”

“In your world, yes, Loki is dead. But in the infinite other universes beyond your reality he is very much alive and in this case a threat to our well-being.”

Taking a shaky breath in, she shook her head.

“So what? You expect me to hunt him down and talk him into turning himself in? He doesn’t know me.” She said,

“You won’t turn him in by yourself because you will have other variants to help you.”

Estrid raised a brow, yet again confused at his words. This place kept confusing her further and further.

“What makes you think I will help you? There’s no benefit for me. I’ve already lost everything,”

Mobius went to answer only for her to finish his thought before he could even start it.

“And if you threaten me with death, just know I already desire just that.”

The agent closed his mouth, pursing it into a thin line. She gave a small smile at his frustration. It was a small victory. So much for trying to intimidate her. But his frustration seemed to turn into a bright idea, causing him to smile and causing Estrid to glare at him.

“What if you could have your fiancé back?”

“Go on.” She replied slowly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You could change this variant's mind. He has lost his own lover, a variant named Maaike Odrsdottir due to his negligence. She is very similar to you, Estrid, a Princess of Vanahiem, daughter of Queen Freya and King Odr. You could fill a void in his heart that has been causing him to destroy the sacred timeline. But in order to do that, you’ll need help.” Mobius explained.

“What kind of help?” Estrid asked suspiciously,

Pulling out an electronic device, the TVA agent began to type in something to a small golden gadget. A hologram of a variant came up. It was a man with long wavy red hair and some very familiar bluish-green eyes that gave off the same mischievous energy as her late fiancé. Something was familiar about him that Estrid couldn’t quite place.

“My team has been monitoring this variant for a little while. L-001, Loki Laufeyjarson. The first Loki to ever exist on the sacred timeline. Recently his timeline has been close to red lining multiple times.” Mobius said.

“So you want me to go in there and find out what he’s doing?” She asked dismissively.

The agent shook his head.

“No, I want you to go into his timeline and pull him out.”

Estrid’s eyes grew wide.

“Why? What kind of help is he to find the rogue variant you want me to tame?” She demanded, uncrossing her arms as her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

“He knows everything about himself even if certain information changes by timeline. He could help you hunt this variant, sniff out his hiding spot. All you would need to do is go to the specific point in the timeline that he begins to red line and pull him out without anyone detecting you. You bring him back here, and we’ll process and interrogate him before moving onto another variant that could help our plans.”

Estrid frowned,

This didn’t seem right. They are just using people to get closer to the objective.

“No, take him here, interrogate him, put him into your system, but I will not cast him aside. Maybe we’ll learn more from him if he is allowed his own personal freedom.”

Mobius went to argue, only to nod.

“Alright. I'll bring you a fresh pair of clothes, and we’ll get started.”

Estrid looked down to see a beige jumpsuit with an orange collar underneath the collar locked around her neck. It probably would be better to dress less like a criminal when walking freely around the TVA.

“Yes…” She agreed quietly.

Mobius began to walk away only to turn back around.

“Oh, and I almost forgot,” He said, reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out her necklace, her engagement ring staring back at her. He handed her the golden chain, and Estrid palmed it.

“Here’s your ring back. Thank you for your help, Estrid.” He said softly.

The Vanir nodded and watched him walk out of the Theatre. Looking down at her ring, she smiled before returning the jewelry around her neck, safe and sound.

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Time in Flames

Chapter 2: Guardian

In a banquet hall in Tel Aviv, Israel, men and women from around the world dressed in dresses and tuxedos. One in particular carefully watched the room. He looked young and rich enough to blend into the crowd. His brown hair combed back at an angle and dressed in his own expensive tux and he played the part well. The only thing that made him stand out were his different colored eyes, one gray and one green. He moved slowly, smiling at guests and shaking hands. No one, but everyone seemed like a threat. For every happy couple, there was a woman standing nervously or a man glaring in his direction.

“Anything out of place?” Maria Hill asked through the earpiece in the young man’s ear.

“Nothing yet,” he said, remaining in character. “Still haven’t found the target.”

Maria let out a long sigh. “Just stay on comms and let us know when you’ve found her.”

The banquet was going off without a hitch. It didn’t seem right. Being in places like this wasn’t a commonality for him. At least not when they weren’t in the middle of a hostage situation. Even the most remotely out of place movement put him internally on edge. After a few minutes of searching, one glance over his shoulder was all it took to find who he was looking for. A young woman with black hair and olive skin sat at the bar on the far end of the room.

The agent sat next to the woman and ordered a drink. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She wore a long, blue silk dress with silver jewelry. She may not have been innocent, but she was naive.

“What is a delicate lily such as yourself doing in a place like this?” he asked in Hebrew.

The young woman giggled. “Your Hebrew is terrible. I admire the effort, but it is not necessary.”

“It is such a beautiful language,” he said. “And for someone as magnificent as you, I’m more than willing to embarrass myself if it means getting your attention.”

The woman pursed her lips into a smile as she traced the brim of her drink with her finger. “I’m not as great as you think.”

“I think there is more to you than you think.” he smiled warmly. “Does the lily have a name?”

“Kefira,” she answered “My name is Kefira.”

“So the lily is a lioness.” the agent said. “I’m Mered. And I am truly blessed to have the privilege of sitting here next to you.”

Kefira’s smile widened shyly. “Are you attempting to charm me?”

“I couldn’t help but try,” he said playfully.

Kefira traced the back of Mered’s hand. “Who said you had to try that hard?”

Mered let himself give her a confident smile. He took a moment to look into Kefira’s eyes. “So why are you here?”

“My father is an Israeli ambassador. He asked me to come. Who was I to deny him?” she answered.

Mered scanned the room. The white noise of the guests seemed to deafen. It was an instinct that he had developed over years. It was hardly ever a good sign.

That’s when agent Hill’s voice came through his earpiece. “Four men are moving in on your location. You need to get out of there.”

Taking a deep breath, Mered caressed the back of Kefira’s hand. “Do you want to go somewhere a little less busy?”

Kefira said nothing. She just stood up and took Mered’s hand, guiding him down the hall. Mered looked over his shoulder to see two men in black suits following at a distance. He had to get them closer.

Further into the hotel, Mered stopped Kefira and backed her up to the wall. He kissed her softly, freezing her where they stood. “Stay here,” he spoke softly.

She nodded slowly. He walked toward the corner where the men that were following turned it. He grabbed the first man by the head and slammed it into the sharp corner. The second man drew out his handgun, but Mered grabbed his wrist and snapped it. The agent then landed a roundhouse to the attacker’s temple. Both men lay on the floor unconscious.

Two more assailants came from the other end of the hall with their guns drawn. They must have heard the commotion from the altercation with their partners. Mered pulled out his own handgun, opening fire before they could even fire off a shot. The fourth man got off a few shots before Mered shot him several times. What looked like blue veins spread through the man’s face as he fell to the ground. Mered turned to Kefira who was sitting against the wall, shaking where he had left her.

“Mered,” Kefira barely managed a squeak. “What is happening?”

The young man pulled her up to her feet. “Kefira Levy, my name is Mered Rainer. I’m an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. I’ve been assigned to protect you. Now, I need you to come with me. There is a safe room just down the hall. We need to go there and I’ll explain more there. Do you understand?”

Kefira looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with fear in her eyes. She looked at each of the four men that lay on the floor. “Are they–”

“Unconscious,” Mered interrupted. He showed her his weapon. It was a semi-automatic pistol with blue accents on the back of the slide. “It’s an icer. It temporarily incompacitates its target.”

“Agent Rainer,” Hill called. “We lost our birds-eye view in the main banquet hall.”

Mered took a deep breath. This night kept getting better and better. “Come with me.”

He led the young woman down the hall to the door of a hotel room. Unlocking the door, he ushered Kefira into the room. He sat her down in a corner next to the bed. “Stay away from the window. I’ll be back.”

He went into the bathroom. He changed his tuxedo for his tactical suit. An all black combat kevlar combat uniform, complemented by brown, fingerless, leather gloves, brown belt, and boots. Donning a helmet that fitted itself to his head he looked in the mirror. The helmet had a face covering and a transparent visor. A symbol resembling a white eagle marked his shoulder.

One last look in the mirror. At a second glance he decided to remove the helmet. Kefira was scared. She needed to see a friendly face. He walked out of the bathroom and knelt down next to Kefira. Tears had streaked down her face. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was probably used to threats, but it is different when the threat is real. He handed her his icer.

“Take this and stay here.” Mered ordered. “Do not leave this room.” He put his helmet back on, grabbed an extra icer and cracked open the door.

He made his way, clearing the way to the banquet hall. He looked up to find a gunman on the catwalk where an agent was supposed to be. His rifle was aimed at the stage.

Thinking fast, Mered grabbed a champagne glass and hurled it as hard as he could. The glass seemed to fly like a bullet, hitting the railing and showering the shooter in shattered glass. The man cried out in pain as guests looked up in confusion.

Mered had to get up there before the shooter recovered. He ran for the bar. Using it as a jumping point, he pushed off the bar and leaped to the railing. He pulled himself up and shot the gunman with an icer.

He put a finger to his ear. “Agent Hill, get everyone out now! This is only going to get worse.”

Down below guests were ushered out of the banquet hall. The door leading to the catwalk opened. Three people with assault rifles entered through the opening. Mered lunged at the first man, grabbing the rifle and elbowing him in the nose. The man’s nose cracked from the blow, letting go of the gun. Mered turned the gun around, shooting the second man.

The third man managed to rush Mered and kick the rifle in his hands away. Mered threw a punch aimed for his head, but it was blocked. The man he faced was broad shouldered and was about an inch shorter than himself.

The man tried to kick Mered’s side, but he managed to deflect the blow. Mered attempted another punch only to have it countered by a fist to his gut. The attacker landed a thrust kick, sending him stumbling back.

Dazed and irritated, Mered pulled out his combat knife. In just a few quick motions the blade found itself in the chest of the attacker. Mered let the man fall and looked over the catwalk. Several people in tactical gear came into the empty dining hall. One of them looked up and opened fire. Mered jumped, landing behind the bar and pulling out his icer.

He covered his head as glass shattered around him. He fired blindly, but it was no use. He was pinned down. The sound of another icer went off, followed by the collapse of one of the enemy agents. Mered looked around the wooden cover to find Kefira standing in the hallway.

Mered felt adrenaline rush through his system. “Get to cover!”

He sprinted to the young woman as bullets went flying. Mered grabbed her and jerked her behind cover. Something wasn’t right. His hand was wet. He examined Kefira to see blood dripping from her side.

Now panic was starting to kick in. “Levy’s been hit! I need reinforcements now!”

“We’re sending in a strike team.” Agent Hill replied. “Get her to the back exit. Extraction will be waiting.”

Another blast went off, followed by gunfire. Mered picked up Kefira and bolted for the back entrance. Outside in the alleyway was a black SUV. He loaded her in and sat by her side. He held her hand as a medic tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay, Kefira. Just hold on.”

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