Tagged indirectly by @teh-nos!
Maybe this will get me to finish the first Loki fic I ever wrote. This is the ninth chapter, I believe.
Like a bloodhound, L-1130 had proven useful in the hunt for Loki variants once his cooperation had been secured. Mobius secured it further by providing him with the much-promised visit to the time theater. Loki reversed the tape to Odin finding him and changing his skin, and there was an abrupt change, as if several months or a year had passed between being picked up from a war zone to living in Asgard. Mobius could see from his furrowed brow, that gears were turning in the variant’s head. This couldn’t be good… “Mobius, why is there what seems to be a gap in my earliest memories?”Loki asked, subtly fluttering his eyelashes on his large perpetually moist eyes. The famed puppy dog eyes... “It is policy to remove the unpleasant moments when providing assets with access to the Time Theatre as a reward.” Mobius answered. Hoping this would shut him up. “But why?” Loki asked, feigning calm like a frozen lake before the ice collapses. “It wouldn’t really be a reward if you were not to enjoy it.” Mobius said in his most genial voice. Please stop asking more questions... Loki’s brow furrowed accusatorily. “What happened during those months, Mobius?” “May I remind you that I can revoke Time Theatre privileges if they prove a distraction?” Loki shut up. But he still clearly hadn’t let it go. It was subtle, but Mobius could see the gears turning in his head. He’d have to be careful around this one, not that he ever wasn’t.
I tag anyone that wants to join in on the game.
