Mayhem Has Come~

Have you ever noticed that ( LOKI LAUFEYSON ) from the ( MARVEL UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( TOM HIDDLESTON/EVA GREEN )? But ( HE/SHE ) also goes by ( GOD OF MISCHIEF ). Having the ability to ( MASTER MANIPULATION AND DECEIT, GOD PHYSIOLOGY AND ASGARDIAN POWERS ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. They’re known to be ( METHODICAL ) but also ( DEVIOUS ) and they’re ( 36/Immortal) years old.

Even before his time with the TVA whatever time period that happened to be apart of, Mobius never ever forgot a face and in all the reprogramming he’s been through it is something that sticks. Staring at the familiar stranger usually a name springs to mind but not with this one instead that of a panicked analyst in the archives library. “You again,” Mobius said without thought. “Not that I owe it but would prefer personal space. Call it what you want, slick.” He shrugged off, eyes on the other studying him so. “See you’ve cut the nonsense out of your life.” He added from the last time they met and how the other rambled on and on. “Yes, Winky the Cat is his name… I don’t know what a tabby is though last time I checked this here is a cat.” Really showing the spots in his mind that have been fried in the reprogramming as Loki had showed him cats before and of course Mobius had study to know all the breeds - the pros and cons that came with them. Winky meowed as they moved from the platform and surrounded in the darkness of the tunnel, causing Mobius to lightly adjust the feline to his other shoulder closer to Loki and revealing a pad over one of his eyes covering up the stitches. 

“Interesting.” It was, Natasha was always so tight lipped about her fellow Avengers and teammates. Learning about their capacity of power was all too intrugieng to the young blonde, not that this man was an Avenger though. Far from it, not the very farthest, but still not even close. Somewhat like her own self (that, and she wouldn’t be caught dead calling herself an Avenger. Being teammates with her sister would decidedly be very uncool). “No no, I believe you. You’re an all powerful God, why would you lie?” The almost impish grin provided on her expression set a tone for her words, clear bemusement in them but with no malice. Just enjoyment on her part. “Oh no, silly God,” She grinned fully this time. “Black Widow is more then a title, it is a program. The world is full of us. Little girls crafted into weapons.” She chuckled at her own words. There was an enjoyment that came with teasing such a well versed man. “I am no replacement, and no-” Her grin befell and she made a face of disgust at the word. “Hero. Ew.” How did Natasha call herself that with a straight face? “She’s my sister.” Yelena pondered if Loki would hear those words as a lie (were they one?).

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Loki watched the other, it was interesting enough to know that their younger generation was starting to come out of the cracks given that so much was happening it made sense after all the avengers aren't getting any younger that much was quite obvious.  “Good, So glad we see eye to eye on how amazing I am.” He mused looking at her for a moment before shrugging his shoulders “A program? Nothing more than little girls being crafted into weapons? That sounds quite painful. I wonder how that affected your growth.” He mused more to himself then anyone else after all it would be rather easy to see for himself. “You say that with such conviction but you look nothing alike, it feels like a strong lie, one you strongly believe in. So what does this mean? You aren’t bound by blood yet something deeper to the point where in your mind she is your sister through and through.” He mused it reminded him of Thor, his brother who never gave up on him until they grew up and it was clear he’d always be a great warrior while Loki was just a trickster.

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Amora tilted her head as her lips curved into a smile. Despite their ways, the two did share a kinship. They both were ambitious, desiring greater things for themselves with a willingness to do whatever it took. “Oh don’t insult me. I’ve yet to meet any man or god worthy of my time. I do enjoy a plaything sometimes however.” She giggled at the end of her sentence. “It is…disappointing isn’t it?” She commented, looking around at the ordinary people. “Nobility. What a bore.” She adjusted herself in the seat, getting comfortable. “Yes, because we believe in every story we are told.” She paused when he asked what would of happened if Hela would of won. “I don’t know.” She admitted. “But not point on dwelling on that. We’ve be resigned to fallen gods surrounded by these primitive things.”

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Loki watched the other, it was always a pleasure to spend time with Amora, she was one of the few people in this world who matched him on the darker side of things. “Aww, poor thing, maybe it’s because the very idea of being in love is sickening to you” He teased her watching the other shrugging “Well it’s what we have to work with surely you’ve found some people to keep you busy since we’ve been stranded here?” He waited for her answer; not much was known of Hela outside of her bloodlust for power and how far she’d go to capture the throne. “True, but life isn’t so bad there are still people here that know us enough to cause a bit of mischief and chaos.”

You humans, interesting interesting. She recognized his face of course, anyone and their mother knew about the invasion in New York 2012. Not all knew the face behind it though, Yelena was a Black Widow. She knew many things, many she wish she knew at all, she wondered if his face and his action’s would join her list. “Duly noted.” She responded, interest piqued in the man, the God before her. Mischief, chaos and lies. “So you would know if I’m lying even if I believed it?” She asked, curious. “Or do you know all truths?” It was an interesting power. Would he have known, all those years ago, that that hadn’t been her sister and her parents, even when Yelena hadn’t known? “Observant of you.” She grinned. Perhaps Natasha’s friends weren’t all boring. “That I am. Black Widow. You’ve heard it, I’m sure.” If not the program then the woman’s face who called herself it’s name. 

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Loki watched the girl, she was interesting, to say the least simply because of the chaos she could bring at a moment’s notice. He’d never seen her before when he battled the Avengers given her younger status he had to assume she’d only recently made herself known to them in some way. “ Yes I could, an outright lie is easily spotted but a lie that is believed still holds something wrong with the context. The person may believe in it but it still hits the ear wrong, is there something you’d like to test little one? “ He teased her before nodding his head “Yes I’ve had the pleasure of meeting one Natasha Romanoff and I believe at the time she held such a title, so are you her replacement?” he questioned.

noire turned and smiled at the new customer and approached with a natural cheery attitude. today was a good day, only because it was a slow one. and a slow day meant not a lot of customers to deal with. which also meant noire had a lot of stored up energy she has yet to release yet. “well, there’s the diner’s favorite and my personal favorite. now i may sound biased, but i do believe i have excellent taste, it just depends on you. what type of taste are you going for, kind sir?”

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Amora smirked back at him, her expression matching his own. “Don’t be so soft. You know me. I wasn’t going to be abandoned to Midgard of all places and be expected to retire to some fishing village.” She muttered, her tone turning slightly bitter as she thought about the current circumstances of her fellow Asgardians. “But the mortals of Midgard do like to serve me as much as our Asgardian brethren. They may be weak but I suppose the things are useful for something.” Amora had a dismissive attitude about them to say the least. “Loki, darling, I can handle a lot. You and Thor were always so serious. You know thou. I always preferred hedonism.” At his question, Amora sighed. “Well, as you know, I kept to my palace outside of central Asgard. I prefer to keep the relationship to professional worship. After all, I was never going to let them dictate to me.” Amora paused as her jaw clenched. “Though I suppose my grudge mean ran deep enough to stand aside as Ragnarok ravaged Asgard so I followed the trail of the other Asgardians and came here. Now, I suppose I continue the way I always lived. Being admired and served.” 

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Loki watched the other as she spoke, the smile never leaving his face after all he knew what Amora was like all the fun they used to have. “Aww, but I thought that was always your dream to become a fisherman’s wife, smell that halibut in the morning.” He smirked knowing that very story would just piss her off.  “No they have no history at all, the last time we walked this planet it was filled with our worshipers alas such is life.” he mused looking at her smirking “it comes from the crown after all should royalty hold disregard for the more serious things of nature? No, we leave that to…people outside of nobility.” He replied smirking at her as she spoke “Well you know it was written for years that Asgard would fall, surely it didn’t come as that big of a surprise when it did. Plus you are one of the very few people who stand others’ rules. What do you think would’ve happened had Hela succeeded?”

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Amora raised an eyebrow. “I was a little busy.” She mused as she offered him her ever so famous smile. “Though, usually, there is a path of bodies behind you.” She ran her hand across his shoulders as she moved to sit across from him. As the waiter approached, Amora raised her finger as if to pause them. “Away dear, the important people are talking.” She said, dismissing the other as she didn’t even pay a glance to the other. “Come on then. What exactly have you been doing? Hiding around like a naughty school boy.”

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Loki smirked at the other “Too busy for an old friend? I’m hurt” He pretended to take offense at her words before chuckling slightly. “This time I decided to blend in, and see what these humans have done with Midgard.” He mused watching her shoo the male away moving to sip his tea once again before smirking “I’ve been having a bit of fun off-world is all Amora, I don’t know if you could handle the true places I’ve been.” he paused not quite ready to talk about the TVA just yet. “The better question where have you be you little Minx?”

Faced with an actual God, Yelena was less impressed then she thought she would be. He was just a person. No horns, no Godly presence, maybe a bit on the tall side but still average for a human. Boring and unimpressive. She lounged upon Stark’s couch, unbothered by the male (so called ‘Godly’) presence who occupied the space as well. “Oh you haven’t? Not very impressive. Aren’t Gods supposed to be all-knowing?” She was bemused. “Far be it for me to ruin the surprise.” Naw, this was far more fun then giving away her name. 

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Loki hadn’t really cared who this child belonged to all he knew was her presence at times disturbed Stark’s day and it was enough to make him smile watching things play out. “That’s a farce you humans placed on people who were vastly superior to you in every way, each God is given a trait or skill they specialize in, I’m the God of Mischief and Lies, so the moment you tell a lie I shall now and I rather enjoy causing Chaos.” he paused looking at her “You hold yourself different from the idiots close to your age, you always keep your eye on the exits and everyone’s movement if I had to guess you were trained to be an assassin”