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PROOF

Thanks to @elodiah and @insomniaflarrow for the tags! I haven’t been writing much lately, other than some handwriting during lunch. Anyone remember the Child of Thanos AU I talked about?

“Shit!” Mobius ducked, dodging the desperate swing of the Loki variant they were currently trying to bring into custody. “We’re trying to help you!”

B-15 grunted as the Loki kicked out and connected with her shin. “I don’t think he cares, Mobius!”

She was most likely right. It was an awful time to try to do this. They’d been hoping this variant would still be weak from a recent expenditure of a huge amount of magic. That hadn’t been the case. If anything, it made him more ferocious. To anyone else, he would have looked feral - filthy hair hanging in unruly strands in front of his face, his clothes stained and ripped, and a haunted, hunted look in his eyes when they locked onto them.

To Mobius, however, he looked pitiful.

“Watch out!” he called as the Loki variant tried to rush at them. He braced himself to jump clear when a flash of green filled the space, the ripping of time and space echoing in his ears.

“ENOUGH!”

✨Wunmi ✨

Thanks for the tags, @elodiah, @insomniaflarrow, and @thosegayoldmen! Here’s a little part of a tiny fic that could be done if I would just focus and edit it.

The godsawful lighting of the TVA had never been so welcome. Loki’s knees went weak, saved from the horrid tile by B-15’s quick reaction. Voices started yelling around him and the hallway spun, leaving him grasping at B-15’s arm.

“Mobius…”

There was a blessed break in the flurry of activity around them. “They’re taking him to the MedBay. Looks like you’re going there yourself. You look like hell, Loki.”

Loki nodded. Or tried to. He meant to. But everything went dark so he had no way to know if he had or not.