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Loki was not attached to anyone. He’d learned that love was not worth the price of pain.
He got used to it. Only relying on himself was safer than relying on others.
And yet, when Mobius disintegrated in front of his eyes, it felt like his heart imploded.
“NO!”
His mind went fuzzy, vision darkening. His body felt like ice and fire burning through his veins. It was excruciating.
He didn’t pay attention to the guards grabbing his arms and dragging him away.
Loki had tried so hard to not get close. He’d even betrayed him. He’d been so sure Mobius would never want to see him again. And yet, in the end, Mobius had believed in him, trusted him even.
Mobius had understood him, when even he didn’t understand himself.
And now he’s gone.
A whisper penetrated the ringing in his ears.
“You okay?”
He looked over to see Sylvia next to him, 2 guards gripping her arms tightly.
He opened his mouth, but couldn’t formulate a response. If he spoke, he was sure he would fall apart. And there was no way in hell he was doing that now.
He looked away, and then became aware of the giant doors in front of them.
The Time-Keepers.
A ball of rage formed in his chest. How dare they. They sat on their golden thrones while lives were taken away from thousands of people to do their dirty work. People like Mobius.
The ball grew hotter in Loki’s chest as he recalled the passion and longing with which Mobius had spoken about his life before TVA. In his minds eye, he could see a water ski, with a grey-haired man and two young children seated upon it, their laughter echoing across the waves.
That could’ve been Mobius’s life. And the TVA had ripped that away from him.
A cruel smile spread over the god’s face.
They would pay.
Dearly.