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The moon was getting closer and closer, making meteorites of all sizes detach from it and fall with force throughout the planet, the whole place was dazzled by some type of violet light from the apocalypse that would have no mercy on anything or anyone. They were still stranded in Lamentis, with no options and about to be extinguished along with everyone on the planet.
Sylvie was sitting on a large stone while watching the extinction of the planet, fear was strong but was overshadowed by total frustration at having wasted so many years of her life planning all that, so that in seconds everything would overflow and now she was minutes away his death.
Loki approached and sat on the large rock next to her, he noticed Sylvie's face full of disappointment, despair, defeat, although she showed no trace of tears in her eyes, it almost seemed that she would burst into tears at any moment, however, she never did.
"I'm sorry." Pronounced loki honestly, it was his fault and he was sorry, although he knew his lackluster apology wouldn't fix anything.
Sylvie responded with a very slight nod and made eye contact before turning to continue staring at the destruction of the planet.
The seconds passed, the silence between the two variants was suffocating and the suspense thickened it made it worse, Sylvie broke it.
"I still remember Asgard; Not much but I remember it." Sylvie began, after all, they would die in minutes, she didn't have much to lose yet that she will confess her biggest secrets, everything was lost.
" My home, my people, my life; The universe wants to free itself, so it does so by manifesting chaos. ”She looked at him for a few seconds before turning and continuing.
"Like making me the goddess of Deceived, and by creating a fairly large detour from the sacred timeline, the TVA appeared, erased my reality, and took me prisoner," she counted, her voice tenuous with defeat.
"I was just a girl when I escaped stealing a Tempad, I fled from the TVA for a long time, which was terrible because in every place and time I was hiding I caused a Nexus event that gave me away why ..." Sylvie did again eye contact with Loki
"I'm not supposed to exist ... Until I found out where to hide and that's where I grew up, in the apocalypse of millions of worlds, and now is where I'll die.
The two turned around again to continue observing the devastating landscape that surrounded them, colors such as purple, pink, orange and yellow, contrasted in an amazing way against that sky from which rocks fell, the colors made the view wonderful, but it was the product of something horrible, an apocalypse.
Loki moved slightly in his place trying to be as subtle as possible, he had not had time to take care of his bodily needs for too long and the large amount of alcohol he had consumed did not help either. The pressure on his abdomen was not so urgent yet but enough to make him make small, almost inaudible sounds and have to move from time to time, as well as being uncomfortable.
His posture seemed more tense than normal, something Sylvie noticed almost immediately because being him, she could easily tell when something was not right. Loki's behavior caught Sylvie's attention for a few seconds, but she ended up ignoring it, attributing it to the stress of the current situation they were in.
He was probably too busy trying to be subtle and not moving that when he noticed that discomfort had seeped into his face it was too late, because Sylvie was now looking at him in a questioning and confused way.
"Are you hurt or something?" Sylvie asked neutrally, she did not want to show too much concern towards her variant.
Loki for a moment thought that Sylvie had already figured it out, something that made him a bit nervous, but apparently he had just completely misunderstood the situation.
"No," He hesitate a bit before continuing. "Only I should have taken a break before," Loki clarified in almost a whisper as he pulled his thighs together a little tighter.
Sylvie's look of confusion sharpened at this, she didn't make sense that she would act like he was in pain just being tired. Her gaze drifted towards him and she looked him up and down, her thighs were together a little tighter as if to be casual, and her stiff posture seemed almost uncomfortable "I should have taken a break before" she analyzed the words again, and was when understanding dawned on his face, then he just had to pee.
"And why don't you just look for a place around here? no one." Suggested Sylvie, who was now aware of the uncomfortable position in which Loki was.
"We're about to die, even if I wanted to, I couldn't," Loki replied with some frustration at the proposal that had already crossed his mind before, but which he discarded due to the situation.
Sylvie in response just gave him a look of understanding and dropped the subject to avoid making the conversation any more awkward than it already was.
"Do you think that what makes a Loki a Loki is that we are destined to lose?" Sylvie asked in a sad tone, a new brief silence was created. "No, we lose sometimes, but we survive," Loki stated confidently.
"You survived, you were a girl when the TVA took you and you almost completely demolished it by yourself. You're great!" He exclaimed in an attempt to cheer her up, they both knew it was the end, but Loki felt that they would survive, he couldn't understand if Was it hope clinging to him tightly as his brain's last resort to try to survive, or was it just a hunch, a hunch that something or someone would save them as if by magic.
Neither had noticed how close they were now, but at one point in the conversation they ended up looking at each other, the two turned to face each other.
Sylvie had placed her hand in search of comfort on Loki's, something that surprised and startled him, but even so, he reciprocated by taking Sylvie's hand in a stronger way, giving and receiving comfort, perhaps not to die in such a depressing way. .
The two were still terrified, because neither wanted to die yet, but despite this, they both felt a connection at that moment, the person with whom they would share their last moments of life would be themselves and even so, they were smiling at each other, smiles more nostalgic rather than happy.
The moment was pleasant enough for two people who were minutes from their deaths, but Sylvie could not ignore the small movements that Loki continued to make, they were so subtle that a person who did not know about what was really happening to Loki, could have thought that he was only looking for a position to be comfortable, but Sylvie, who already knew about his current situation, did not go unnoticed.
"You look uncomfortable, are you sure you don't want to look for a place around here?" Sylvie insisted, her voice was monotonous, but she felt a bit of concern for her variant.
The meteors began to fall much faster, stronger, and in more abundance than before, the place began to destroy and when noticing that, the two already knew the disappointing answer for Loki, no, he had no chance, but before he could even answer was interrupted.
The AVT had found them, bright orange squares opened behind them, and the two of them instinctively stopped quickly, turned to see what was happening, though it was clear to both of them from the sound of the portals that they already had more than memorized.
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The hunters held them tightly by the arms, led them down a white corridor of the TVA with Mobius in front of them. Loki and Sylvie jerked around in failed attempts to escape, and in a connecting corridor, they led the two variants through separate places, their eyes meeting one last time until each disappeared down their respective corridors.
"Well?" Mobius uttered with the intention of breaking the awkward silence that had formed as they continued dragging Loki through one of the gray corridors, unable to avoid it, he brought his thighs together a couple of times and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, movements that were disguised by his "escape attempts" when pulling himself.
"Well what?" Loki answered through clenched teeth.
"I know you're dying to say something."
"I have nothing to say, traitor," Loki exclaimed, the last word filled with contempt.
"you betrayed me."
"Mature Mobius!"
" You mature! " The two men continued arguing.
"I think you are not the god of lies. " Mobius said with indifference, his tone was calm or even with a sarcastic touch.
"Here we go, a Rustic and silly insult from someone Rustic and silly. What am I then? The god of self-sabotage?"
"You're just a Idiot Loki, and a bad friend." Mobius replied, his tone radiating frustration.
A portal appeared in front of Loki, the hunters were dragging him towards it and it was clear that they had the intention of throwing him inside, seeing this Loki instinctively panicked and stirred with erratic movements, trying to get loose with more insistence than before.
"What is this ?!" Loki protested in anguish, almost in a scream.
"You will see. " Answered almost in a mockery Mobius, the adrenaline invaded him and he began to almost beg, erratic with fear when they dragged him inches from the portal.
"Wait, Mobius!" Loki pleaded
"Wait, one last desperate attempt from a desperate liar, Go ahead," he ordered the hunters.
Loki did not have many options, the words that would come out of his mouth would have to be enough to save him, on the one hand, he had no idea where that portal led to and it could be a place where they would expect him to die, for On the other side, he also did not know how long he would be in that place, and he felt that his bladder had filled enough to worry him, those words had to be his salvation.
"The TVA is lying to you." He announced something insecure, He hope I have hit the nail on the head or he would be doomed.
"Enough, put it inside," ordered Mobius and Loki felt his heart sink as he understood that he no longer had options, but he kept fighting, he lost nothing by trying.
"No mobius!" He begged once more before he was thrown to the other side of the portal.
the warmth of the candles around him flooded him.
"What?" A smile invaded his face when he understood that he was in Asgard, he ran a hand through his hair in a sign of the relief that rose in him and his smile spread even more when he understood that he was secure, or so he thought, he just had to look a washroom and it would be fine.
"You! " Lady Sif angry voice took him out of his thoughts, she was furious as she held a lock of her hair with one of her hands, she approached with strong steps towards him.
"Sif" Loki mentioned, he still didn't realize how angry she was, much less the fact that he was trapped in a time loop. "Intriguing, cowardly and pathetic worm, you did this!" Sif yelled when she saw him, she approached with more fury towards hers, all her body language indicated that she would hit Loki, so he backed away confused " What?" His face burned seconds later, he had been slapped.
"I hope you know that you deserve to be alone and you always will be." Her tone was more disappointed than angry now.
"How nice, a bad memory as a prison." Loki enunciated before Lady Sif kicked him hard in the crotch and left the place less upset than her when she entered.
The pain brought him to his knees with a groan and when the pain disappeared he felt the need again, the discomfort in his abdomen had increased so much that he was no longer just uncomfortable, he was annoying now.
"What a punishment." He exclaimed to no one in particular before getting up off the ground and shaking himself a bit.
"You! " repeated a new Sif who came back enraged.
"Wait. " Loki tried to stop Lady Sif but before he could say anything, Sif's hand was again on her face and later, her knee again in Loki's crotch, she fell to the ground in pain again, and brought her legs together hard before protesting "A time loop, how nice," he mentioned as he got up for the second time.
"You! Intriguing, cowardly and pathetic worm" This time Loki tried to do something before getting hit again
"Wait Sif, you are a re-enactment of a past event from my mind organized by the organization that controls time and you have to help me escape." Loki start quickly, trying to avoid the inevitable and hoping it worked.
"Okay." Sigh Sif, she made him think she would help him but within seconds of that, her face of compassion changed to one of fury and she hit him again
"pathetic." Sif whispered before leaving the room, leaving behind a sore Loki who was already beginning to despair. His mind raced, he had to think of something to be able to escape, or at least not be hit again, because he knew that even though he was not on his limit, if he reached him, he would be in a problem.
He stayed for a few seconds on the floor, with his thighs tightly together, until he felt that he could get up, and that was when he saw her.
"You!."
"Wait Sif, I can explain." He groaned in pain when they hit him again.
"You! " She repeated other time, slap and blow, each attempt failed and with each passing second, the pain in his abdomen increased.
This was repeated for at least 20 minutes, the god was not sure how long of excruciating pain and insatiable fury on the part of Lady Sif he had endured, but he felt as if years had been spent there, being beaten over and over again as the pain in his bladder was turning into a dull throb and more than annoying, worrying for Loki and his dignity already somewhat cracked.
He found himself on the ground, gasping from the pain of each blow and the need that overwhelmed him, avoiding writhing became an almost impossible task as his full bladder sent painful spasms through his entire body, each spasm resulting in unpleasant tingling at the tip of his fingers, urgency and twice his current desperation.
His heart raced when two stressful things happened at once, a particularly strong spasm had hit him as Sif stormed back through the elegant Asgardian door, as angry as the last 10 times.
"Yes, please stop, I beg you," begged a very sore and desperate Loki. "I'm a bad person, I cut your hair because I thought it would be fun, but it's not, I'm a narcissist and I want attention because, I guess I'm scared of being alone." He speak between gasps.
Sif looked at him still angrily, the minutes in which she analyzed his words were silent and suspensive, she made a decision, she held out a hand for him to get up
"I think I'm better here, thank you " Loki mentioned tensing his thighs even more Knowing that she couldn't get up with good posture now, Sif sighed irritably. "You are alone, and you always will be." She said last, and left, without hitting him this time.
Loki let out the air that he unknowingly had been holding, some of the anxiety that built up in the god left him after Sif left the room. This relief unfortunately did not last long, because a gasp left her lips as her bladder showed her presence once more in a rather violent way for Loki.
Mobius entered through one of the doors just after Lady Sif came out. "Well Loki, ready to talk?" Asked Mobius, and Loki turned to look at him, his gaze was pleading and his breathing was accelerated, besides his posture was very rigid, it took him a few seconds and some deep breaths, but when he felt ready to stand up, he did and walked quickly towards the portal.
Mobius sat on the chair at the table in front of him, he was about to do the same when he froze, he felt his bladder contract causing him to freeze for a few seconds, he groaned softly as he felt his heart along with his breathing accelerate as He was trying to regain his composure, his face filled with pain, he prayed that Mobius hadn't noticed, but luckily the man still didn't look up from his tempad. When he felt that he could move again, he accidentally collapsed against the chair, and at this, he earned a murderous glare from Mobius.
Loki did not notice that Mobius was looking at him wrong, because he was too lost in his mind, he had one leg on top of the other and he was a little hunched over his seat, the discomfort in his abdomen had become painful, a dull ache, and he understood it was close to its limit.
"Mobius, before we start this conversation, I'd really appreciate it if you would allow me to leave the room for a few minutes." He speak quickly, there was a tone of urgency in his voice as he rubbed her thighs unevenly. "I don't know what you're planning, Loki, but I'm not such an idiot for that," Mobius rolled his eyes.
"If it takes more than 5 minutes you could bring me back here with the Tempad, there is no loss" Loki almost begged.
Mobius did not even consider it or thought about considering it, it seemed to him a total impudence that he only asked him to leave and already, he could say that it was a ridiculous plan, it was more than obvious that he would not let him out, much less if he did not know the exact reason, He thought that he could use his desperation to get out (probably looking for his variant girlfriend) to get information out of her.
"You could find a way to escape, I don't trust you Loki, but maybe I will consider it if you start talking, you said that the TVA was lying to me, go ahead or is it your cockroach mechanism to survive?"
"Let me get out of here, stop hitting me and I'll tell you, please Mobius, at least for a few seconds." Loki begged, seconds later he stifled a groan as he trembled for a few seconds from head to toe, his control was diminishing.
"Cockroach, I understand." Mobius alluded before earning a frustrated look from Loki, he bit his tongue to try not to show the obvious urgency of his need and in the back of his mind he wondered if he would can make it in time, it was a deep thought, too humiliating for the god to accept it, but he also knew the high probability of that happening.
His belt was starting to get annoying, it was digging into his bladder causing it to ache in its curved position so he forced himself to straighten up, the sudden change in position was enough for his bladder to contract and he let out an almost silent gasp, His hands were clenched tightly and he struggled with the impulse to shove one between his legs, he knows he shouldn't, he tried to convince himself that he was still better than mere mortals who wasted their lives sleeping, eating, and working. Mortals who after a few hours could be reduced to gasps and pleas of their weaks bodies begging to be cared for, and now, after 5 or 14 hours, he found himself in the same situation, his body begging for relief and he begging to retain his dignity.
"So how long have you been working for the variant?" Mobius asked, his gaze was on a small yellow notebook in which he wrote down various things, so he could not notice how Loki's breathing became deeper and faster from time to time, or how sweat began to be visible in his face.
"Me? Work for her?" Loki babbled with a slight tremor in his voice.
" well what are they? Partners? " Mobius questioned looking at him with indifference and curiosity, Loki straightened up at his threatening gaze.
"I will not do a repetition, I do not have the need to speak when after a while my words and actions are no longer necessary, I will not wait for you to decide to prune me" Loki reported, under normal circumstances he would have made up some false story to try to fool him, but now the pain in his abdomen along with the concentration he was needing to try not to be too obvious about his situation, or to try not to lose control, was too much, He did not feel capable of being able to speak without having to stop speaking abruptly because of the pain or at least without making any humiliating sounds, something that was being difficult without having to speak.
He felt his bladder pounding hard, almost at the rhythm of his heart, every time he felt on the edge of his limit, he took deep breaths and as silent as possible to regain his composure, Loki knew that if Mobius realized it As desperate as he was, he had a better chance that they would let him apologize for a while, instead, that would cost him a good deal of painful dignity that he preferably wanted to preserve.
"Well, I guess it's over then." Loki didn't reply, he just looked at him indifferently, something that seemed to annoy Mobius even more.
Mobius got up from his seat and took the Tempad. "Say hello to Lady Sif for me Loki." Mobius scoffed before starting to move something in the Tempad, and as much as he made Loki uncomfortable talking at the time, he understood that he had to do it if he wanted to preserve any of his dignity.
"No mobius, okay, please wait." He begged quickly.
He gave up his attempt to lie, maybe it was despair or suffocating discomfort, but he took a deep breath and began to speak.
"The time keepers should be overthrown, my interests and those of the variant coincide." He affirmed in an attempt to summarize in the shortest possible way.
"Are you listening to yourself?" Mobius replied
"Listen to me, if what she says is true, this affects us all."
"And am I supposed to believe you? I have no idea how much you've lied to me in the last 10 minutes, not to mention you blatantly tried to get my consent to leave"
Loki interrupted him.
"You are all variants!" Loki shouted exasperated, he yelled caused him to lose concentration, it was too much and that was when his first control wobble occurred, a drip became constant for a few seconds before a frantic Loki managed to regain control of himself, he was sure of that a slight blush remained on his face, and in those seconds in which he lost concentration, his eyes crystallized from the effort and pain of having to stop.
He tried to avoid it but in his desperation he ended up putting a hand between his legs, he pulled it out as quickly as possible when he felt that he no longer needed it, he had reached a point of no return, if he had needed it once he would need it again later.
"The guardians kidnapped them from the timeline." He continued, but his voice was somewhat shaky, he needed all his willpower to stay still while Mobius looked at him again, he was exasperated when he still looked at him after a while, and he at that point could not stay still, his movements were violent, it was very clear that something was wrong with the god of Asgard.
Mobius seemed to understand the words that came out of Loki's mouth, as if he had believed him. They were variants? His gaze showed sadness and Loki blindly trusted for a few seconds that he had believed him, the pain in his abdomen was unbearable and only He could think of getting relief, he was using all the strength he still had at that moment to stay dry.
Well, Loki's posture was not difficult to decipher, for anyone it would be clear after 10 or 15 minutes with him and looking at him; to Loki's bad (or good) luck, Mobius wasn't looking at him at all, he was trying to show disinterest in him, probably because he was still upset with the variant. Mobius had already perceived that something was wrong or strange in Loki, but he was not willing to try to find out, at that moment he was not interested in it happening to him, he was angry because they had betrayed his trust.
"nice try. " Mobius said and Loki felt very frustrated, now he had an incredible urge to cry or scream out of desperation, pain and frustration.
"Well, now I will have to close this case, because I no longer need you, or as you say, our interests no longer coincide. "
He said with some mockery, Loki did not say anything at this, he only continued to look at him sadly, his eyes were remarkably crystallized, he had lost his hope even that this fact would not make the god surrender, he would try to maintain control over any thing but he understood that protesting at that moment was in vain.
two hunters lifted him up and dragged him towards the portal, he was at his limit and he knew it, so painfully aware that he was shortly after disgracing himself, perhaps it was worth losing some of his dignity in another attempt to preserve it. another little that he had left, in the same way sooner or later he would lose it completely.
"Mobius, please."
"please that?" He answered without taking his eyes off his tempad.
Loki sighed, ashamed to have to do that, to admit it being a god, a prince, a being so powerful that like any other mortal, that he had needs that sooner or later would have to be taken care of.
"I need to attend to my bodily needs. " He mentioned trying not to sound so bad, shame burned in him.
This time mobius looked at him to answer raising an eyebrow in intrigue, he was panting and seemed sore, his legs were rubbing slowly but strongly with each other, and the god was trembling a little, but Mobius seemed not to care, he was Convinced that the God had sacrificed some dignity by lying in an attempt to escape, he thought he was faking, pathetic acting.
"Well, if that's true, I suppose you can wait." He replied sarcastically, still very upset with the prince, he felt that he had betrayed him when he began to trust him.
they subsequently threw him into the time loop, again.
He could not take it anymore, he felt at his limit and at this point he knew that he could not continue for much longer, as the portal closed he put both hands between his legs and began to walk erratically, he was not sure if it was a mistake or Mobius was a little more sympathetic to him, but this time, Lady Sif never came, and he was very grateful for that, to his bad luck, it was not enough.
He was stomping around moving from one place to another, when a spasm hit him hard, he stopped walking abruptly, he held on tight, his eyes filled with tears, it hurt, it hurt and he couldn't have the relief that he wanted so much .
He leaned against a wall, groaning, holding on tight to the brink of tears, the sweat making his hair stick to his forehead and he could feel his heart pounding so hard he could almost be sure it echoed throughout the room, his His face was hot and his breathing was so fast he was on the verge of hyperventilating.
Before he knew it, tears were running down his wet face, he felt that if he stopped moving he would lose control.
In a spasm too much, his control failed, his body expelled the liquid for a few seconds which caused Loki to panic, trying to stop him with all his might until his knuckles blanched and his body shook abruptly for a few seconds, the He succeeded, regained control, but was too scared to look at the damage, luckily there was nothing noticeable yet.
He doubled over, his eyes closed tightly, his very trembling body burned and more tears fell down his face as he tried to keep control, he could feel his bladder full of him until it hurt.
"No, I am a god." Loki whimpered with a broken voice. Can not.
he fell to his knees in a groan, crying and shaking, his face drenched in tears and sweat, his heart pounding in his ears and he was beginning to feel a little dizzy.
In pain and effort he could not notice Mobius enter a portal quickly.
"What are you doing ... " He interrupted himself when he noticed Loki's state, he immediately worried because, he had never seen a Loki like that, he looked terrible, suffering in more than one way.
"Loki? Are you fine?" He asked with concern, and he approached the God to examine him, he bent down with subtlety and placed a hand on the shoulder of the trembling god, his body burned with heat, it was when looking closely at him, he understood what was happening.
"Shit." Mobius exclaimed worriedly.
"Sorry, this is all my fault, I'll get you out of here. " Mobius apologized nervously and quickly.
Loki just looked at Mobius still panting hard, still with tears in his eyes, not being able to answer him.
Loki let out a groan of pain, before stammering curse and then looking down.
The body of the God surrendered, the liquid began to come out with force from him, soaking the beige of his pants and making them shine, Loki tried to stop him with all the strength he had left, but he couldn't stop him, and when he started to feel relieved, he just stop trying.
He had lost all control and there was no chance for him to regain it, he closed his eyes tightly as his body emptied and he was filled with humiliation and shame, his breathing was still a bit irregular as he eased, but the stiffness in his it also disappeared almost immediately.
More tears were pouring out of her eyes, but this time for the relief of getting rid of that pressure, for getting rid of the pain.
A puddle began to form around him, and at the relief he felt a shaky sigh, but not even the relief could distract him from his overwhelming shame.
Mobius was in shock, his mouth was open a little and he felt horrible knowing that all this was his fault, he knew that Loki hated that they felt sorry or that they felt bad for him, but he could not prevent a blush from invading his face for Such an exhibition, The God of mischief was losing control of himself in front of him and because of him, and he was sure that now he would hate him.
He wanted to kill himself when he understood that he had forced Loki to have to humble himself, forced his body to betray him.
When Loki was completely empty, the tension left him, he was still panting slightly from the exhaustion of everything before, but he felt much more relieved, he still felt that his face was hot with shame.
"Shit, I'm so sorry Loki, this is all my fault." Mobius apologized still embarrassed by what he did to God.
Loki just glared at him, without answering.
"Seriously, sorry, I thought you were lying to me and I thought you were just looking for an excuse to escape"
"Mobius. " Loki exclaimed, The fury in his voice was undeniable but there was also embarrassment and a slight insecurity,
He felt completely humiliated, exposed, weak. Inside of him he cursed himself, his needs, Mobius, and the TVA, because if he wasn't there, he could at least dry himself with magic.
Loki looked down again, looked at the dark color and moisture that had clung to his thighs without being able to help but feel embarrassed.
"Stay here Loki, I'll bring you other clothes."
Loki didn't answer.
The minutes that Mobius was outside were agonizing for Loki, the urine had gotten cold, which caused him discomfort, in addition to that he was afraid of the idea that at that time, someone else will enter there, and see him at that time. She couldn't help but think, “What if Sylvie finds out about this? What would she think of me? "
The whole situation was pathetic, he was pathetic for letting this happen, he was extremely angry with himself, he kept repeating to himself that he could have make it.
When Mobius arrived with spare clothes, he left them in Loki's temporary cell and went out so that he could change, and when he left there with new clothes, he was still very upset, with him and with Mobius.
"I promise no one will find out about that, we'll pretend it didn't happen and forget about it. "
promised Mobius in an attempt to calm the annoyed God, Loki still not making too much eye contact answered with a nod.
" Now, I need to ask you something. " Mobius returned to his normal tone, impatient for the answer.
Loki sighed to himself and tried to forget everything that had happened, the inconvenience would only stay between the two of them.